Save the world? Fuck that, I want to make money! (RWBY SI) ch 43

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Progress of the construction moved smoothly. It began with the establishment of a road network from Signal's port heading towards the North of the island where the rocket launch facility was being constructed. The existing roads between Signal and the port was further improved, a spanking new asphalt road over what used to be a dirt track. There had been complaints about the noisy equipment but most of the locals endured it if it meant investment into their small town. Soon enough, rows upon rows of trucks hauling heavy equipment and containers, the Wayland Eagle emblazoned on their sides. Most of the trucks went towards the rocket launch facility, others into town. Even before the ink was dried, Signal awoke to the sound of construction workers establishing new buildings all around Signal. Enterprising locals saw the opportunity to sell what they could to the growing teams of men mostly food and drink. Such work was heavy work after all and that meant lots of calories needed to support one.

Through out all of this, the biggest concern for the company was security. A detachment of Atlesian regulars and Winter Schnee had been sent by Ironwood to help secure the facility as well as Silver Shield soldiers. The regulars and Silver Shields were no slouches, their equipment allowing them to win regular engagements with higher success. However, more heavier Grimm had been sighted more and more. It had gotten to the point that a call for reinforcements had been touted or even heavier equipment sent.

Thankfully, Signal offered a solution to that problem in the form of the islands Huntsman preparatory school and of the islands very own native Huntsmen.

One such huntsman crouched down on one knee, his eyes scanning the fallen trees and massive tracks left behind by something that by natural law should not exist but nothing about the Grimm was natural.

Taiyang Xiao Long had been following a Deathstalker that had attacked a truck on the Wayland Highway, as people were calling it now, for two days at most. The thing had appeared, smashed the truck and its driver, then left. The Atlesians were currently having their hands full protecting their site as it is and had decided that hiring local huntsmen for some part-time work was more cost effective than dedicating whole teams to find one Grimm. Taiyang wasn't exactly poor by any means, he had a stable job at Signal Academy teaching to aspiring huntsmen and huntresses there but the extra lien was always welcome particularly with Ruby all but begging him to buy her that Wayland machine gun that people were swearing by, the Deuce. That and Yang had also expressed interest with about watching the Vytal Tournament in Vacuo. Taiyang would never say no to his daughters and so, he accepted the bounty missions the Atlesians were putting up.

Actually, were they even Atlesians now? People had been throwing around names to call their new visitors ever since the news had broken out about the unification between Atlas and Mantle. Of course, there was the old Atlesian name. Then the unimaginative Solitan or Atlantlian as a mix of Atlas and Mantle. Personally, Taiyang didn't really care too much about such things. He was not a man of politics, totally content to merely live his life out for his family and keeping them all far away from the happenings in the world.

He repressed the urge to sigh. He had been getting unsubtle messages from Ozpin about the possibility of coming back, even offering attractive scholarships for Yang and Ruby to attend Beacon when the time came. He would very much prefer if his children wouldn't go into that life. Pain bloomed inside his chest, recalling what he had lost being near Ozpin. He shook his head, standing up on his legs and continuing on his way. The tracks left by the Death Stalker continued on, unsubtle as it was.

​As much as he could, he was going to keep Ruby and Yang away from Ozpin's machinations. Taiyang knew the man meant well but being near the Old Man never ended particularly well for anyone. If Ruby or Yang expressed interest to go, he wasn't going to stop that. That was the choices of his daughters and no self-respecting father should stomp on the dreams of their children. He wasn't going to like it though and should it come, he would prepare them both to the best of his ability.

Until then, he was going to treat them like his little girls. Yang was growing up to be a fiery little thing, already beating up bullies into meaty purple pulps. Ruby on the other hand was quiet, shy. But was very much passionate when weapons or comics was discussed. Other than a few scruples such as Yang's inability to control her temper or Ruby being painfully and dreadfully socially awkward, he felt he did a good job raising his kids. They weren't doing anything bad like turning to drugs or alcohol. They respected him enough and were good girls.

He was surely going to have to do something about Yang's temper issues however. The girl could get into a fight and lose badly to an opponent who could push her buttons. Ruby's social awkwardness in the meantime...he was going to have to do something about that either.

Parental musings aside, Taiyang shook his head to focus back on his job. The last thing he needed was to get ambushed by the Death Stalker.

Suddenly, and without warning, Taiyang felt the air leave his lungs as a massive claw struck him in the back and sent him crashing against a tree. His aura flared quickly, healing his wounds as he rushed to his feet, falling into a fighting stance. He blinked, watching as the Death Stalker he was hunting turned around, irritation in its malevolent eyes. Had he been so caught up by his children that he had missed the giant death scorpion? He glanced around, noting the silence of the forest floor and he nodded sagely. Good, there was no suspicious looking crows that could have been watching. Not many new about Qrow's ability to turn into a bird and the last thing he needed was for Qrow to see him get surprised.

He'd never hear the end of it.

Cracking a wry grin, he looked up at the Death Stalker. "Well, time for you to say your last goodbyes, Grimm! Do you know why?"

The Grimm paused, tilting its head as it regarded Taiyang whose hands balled into fists. "Because you're in a Grimm situation!"

The world went even more silent after that. Afterwards, the Death Stalker clicked its claws and charged. Taiyang shook his head. Everyone's a critic, he thought balefully, as he rushed to meet the massive beast. The scorpion's tail struck first, rushing forward to pin him down. Taiyang side-stepped the attack with a jump, something that the Grimm expected as it reached up to catch Taiyang with its massive claws, something strong enough to crush a container crate in half. But Taiyang was a brawler, a man who had relied on his strength and fluidity to overpower his opponents. He had faced many before, Grimm or human, and brought them low just the same. Just as the claw appeared to snap around him, he sent them away with a powerful kick, eliciting a screech from the Death Stalker. Free now, Taiyang descended upon the Grimm scorpion's head and delivered a blow with a closed fist. He was on the offensive now, a series of forward thrusts launched on the Death Stalker. He let out a loud cry of pain as the scorpion sideswiped him with its bigger body but Taiyang landed on his feet, his breaths quick but not laboured. With a shake, the Deathstalker pulled its stinger out, turning its whole body to face him.

Gods.

This was going to take a little bit longer.

Much later, Taiyang emerged from the forest, bruised but victorious. It had taken awhile to take the Grimm down but he had managed, ending it with a final blow to its head. He had aimed well, creating an opening from him to exploit from his earlier attack. Now, all he had left to do was go back into town and claim his bounty. It was going to be an hours walk away but Taiyang didn't mind as it meant he would be free to dwell on his thoughts.

Qrow had sent him a message a day before informing him about big news which had happened in Vacuo. Apparently, some crazies had stolen a valuable artifact from a collector's home. They had snuck in disguised as servants and were well on their way to take the artifact when they were confronted by some SIlver Shield huntsmen. A battle occurred and in the haze of it, the artifact was plucked.

Apparently, he was going to go forward and reclaim it, alongside that Silver Shield team.

Taiyang could only wish him success. Hopefully, this wouldn't go into something bigger. Yang had asked to see the Vytal tournament for her birthday.

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They were unwelcome here, Qrow noted. Vacuo's people were insular, suspicious. They saw them for the outsiders they were and treated them accordingly. There was history to that paranoia. Vacuo's current misfortune after all was because of the uncaring and cynical decisions of foreigners. 

He had been in Vacuo for awhile, sent by Ozpin to assist Theodore with the unrest beating in the outskirts of the main city. It had began when a local criminal had been sprung free from prison, a nutjub who thought that he was descended from some Vacuan king a long time ago. Since his escape, a sense of unease had been pumping through Remnant's oldest bastion of civilization. In the alleys, in the streets, in the shisha dens and in coffee-houses, rumours were exchanged. Pamphlets and ideas were spread. It was as if a ghost in the night was haunting them, gripping them for some manner of preparation. Through it all, three words were the most common, proclaiming: "Malik shall rise!"

This level of spread and pumping into the masses definitely needed a backer. From what he could gather, Jax Asturias wasn't exactly swimming with riches. There was only one power that could spring forth a man from prison and shower him with resources. There was only one power on their planet that would very much enjoy their cities burning.

Salem. 

Powerful and far her reach might be, humanity was devious too with a few tricks up their sleeves. The stolen artifact now creating buzz in Vacuo had a tracking device hidden inside of it, a quirk by its curator who was paranoid about people stealing his stuff. The thieves had been tracked to a compound far far away into the desert. Normally, Qrow wouldn't bat an eye to thieves committing crime especially with valuable historical artifacts but this had Salem written all over it hence his deployment deep in the Vacuan desert. He would go alone, normally, but unfortunately for him, his luck dictated he needed extra help in his little quest. 

Their truck pulled up noisily, the brake cranked and the engine dying pitifully. Qrow's red eyes spied five hooded figures exiting the vehicle, sand-white robes covering them from head to toe. Out of all of them, only one managed to look like a local and blend in. They spread out, eyes warily looking around. Deciding to make his presence known, Qrow stood up from the rock he was sitting on and lazily made his way to the newcomers. His steps echoed against the desert rocks, the wind howling above and the sand glittering in the light. 

​"You're the Silver Shield guys?" Qrow called out, earning their attention. One of the figures lowered his hood and to his surprise, he looked about ready to keel over from how old he was. Considering the life they lead, Qrow couldn't help but respect the old timer. 

"We are," he rumbled, his voice throaty. The result of a lifetime of leading and fighting. "Land Sknecht, SIlver Shield Oberst." He then gestured towards the other figures pulling back their hoods, revealing bright and young faces of women that scanned Qrow with open distrust. "Those are Robyn, Fiona, Joanna, and May." 

"We can introduce ourselves, Land," Robyn propped up with an eye twitch. 

"I didn't tell you that you could speak, maggot," Land rebuked her, earning another eye twitch from Robyn. Qrow felt nothing but loathing coming from the four towards Land and Land in turn loathed them back. An equal relationship of dislike and distrust. There was some history here, Qrow felt, but he did not want to know nor did he care. 

"Qrow Branwen," he introduced himself. He thought about adding a flirty wink but frankly, being on fire and having sand up his ass killed his mood. And besides, he didn't want Ozpin and Theodore to get on his ass for his behaviour. "I'm the huntsman sent by Theodore. As much as I'd like to chat with you all, I'd like us to get moving and retrieve the artifact." 

"He looks like he doesn't take baths," Fiona quietly commented, earning a snicker from Joanna. 

"I concur," Land said with a nod. "The curator said that holding that artifact could allow someone to command an army. The last thing we need is to let that happen." 

As one, the huntresses revealed their weapons. Robyn produced a bow of white metal and black string. The middle of the bow had a revolver filled with dust vials. Qrow suspected that once pulled, it would produce an arrow of pure dust. Fiona pulled out a blade with a knife-like hilt, a hint of a cross-bow was on its other edge. A wicked weapon for a seemingly innocent face. Joanna, the largest of them, pulled out a stick then with a brief press, it expanded into a staff. For May, a buckler and shield. 

Qrow whistled at their selection. A mix of classics and new technology. Turning to Land, Qrow found himself looking at a zweihander that oozed bloodlust. 

"You'll all do," he nodded as he then gestured for them to follow him. 

And thus, they walked. Doing so, Qrow took the opportunity to speak with Land. Between him and the huntresses, he looked like the one holding their leash. While Qrow had issues with military structures and authority, Land was a no nonsense type of guy and Qrow could respect that. Plus, the women seemed like the prima donna types he would usually see being produced in Ironwood's academy and thus, not really worthy of his time and attention. 

"So, what are you guys doing in Vacuo?" Qrow asked. 

"Protection, mostly. We wire hired to watch certain businesses and institutions. One of which was where the thieves broke into. Our client is furious and demands the item back," Land said, his zweihander resting against his shoulder. Qrow glanced back, looking at the women who in turn were whispering to each other. 

"And them?" he asked, turning to Land. 

"Probation. They will be released from that when I say so," Land said stiffly. Qrow felt there was a story behind there. 

"Really? You don't mind telling me what they did?" Qrow asked again, curious. 

"They were idiots. That is all I shall say," Land muttered, his eyes flashing briefly with disappointment. He sniffed. "They have been pretty obedient as of late. If they keep this up, I might go easier on them." 

"But you never do," grumbled May. "You act like we personally offended you." 

"Should have thought twice before nearly ruining the honor of the band," snarked Land. "Now hush before I make you all sweep the sand when we return to headquarters." 

Qrow snorted, earning a narrowed glare from Joanna. "Something you find funny?" she snarled. 

"Oh yeah," Qrow chuckled, not even bothering to hide his mirth. "It just looks like you all tried to bite the system and it bit back. See, this is why I can never go into the military."

"As if you could handle that life, scrub. You look like you barely take care of yourself," May snarked. 

"Joanna, stop trying to antagonize him," Robyn chirped up, shaking her head. Qrow nodded. Looks like one of them wasn't so bad after all. 

"He started it," May complained. 

"Shut up, all of you," Land grumbled. He glanced ahead. "I can see an opening." 

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They crouched low, hidden behind some more rocks. Flanked between them were desert rock, offering them shade from the sun. Ahead was a compound whose walls were made with bright yellow sand. Guard towers were built into the walls, men in a type of olive uniform idling by on them. At the center was a series of domed buildings connected to each other with stairs. 

​"Fifteen guards in total," Land noted, lowering the binoculars in his hand. Robyn crouched next to him, eyes scanning their target. 

"The guards are uniformed," she noted. She took her own binoculars and zoomed in on them. "They all have white capes and red berets. I can see an insignia on the berets. Swords with wings." 

​Land recognized it immediately. "That's Vacuo's emblem. I recognize the uniform. They look like old Palace Guards." 

​Qrow raised an eyebrow. "Palace Guards?" 

Land nodded. "Back in the war, the Vacuan King had such men in his command. They were the best, sworn directly to the King of Vacuo himself. It is thought that they all perished in the Great War." He brought the binoculars up to his face again. "Clearly not." 

"If..." Fiona began slowly. "If Palace Guards are here...what does it mean?" 

"It means that the Old Guard of Vacuo are throwing in their support behind the thieves," mumbled Land. "I feel that criminal that escaped is here and the Royalists are supporting him. That artifact was a banner to call the tribes to war. I do not need to spell it out what this means." 

"War," Robyn whispered, horror in her eyes. "They're planning to declare war against Vacuo!"

"And put that Asturias guy as their king," Qrow finished. He shook his head. What was Salem trying to play at here? What could she gain from putting in a puppet directly on the empty throne of Vacuo? Vacuo did not have much to offer her. It no longer had the extensive fields of Dust it once had thanks to the Great War. It had no big industries either so that was out of the question. Suddenly, Qrow felt sick in his stomach, horror creeping up his spine. Vacuo had people, lots of people. And such people already were a close and insular get, disliking outsiders for their perceived sins against Vacuo. 

​Gods above. She was going to weaponize an entire people and use them against the entire world. 

"Vehicles spotted," Joanna called out. Land and Robyn turned towards a convoy heading towards the compound. 

"I can't see the passengers. The windows are too dark," Robyn reported. 

"And we can't find out more if we stay here." Land said. "Our job here is to seize the artifact and go. That is what we are going to do." 

​Qrow turned to him, his expression unreadable. "And the growing army in front of us?" 

"This is obviously beyond us. However, we are all Huntsmen. We can take them all on and take the artifact afterwards. What do you all think?" Land offered. 

A bloodthirsty grin appeared on Joanna's face. Qrow...he could feel himself liking Land more and more. Robyn however hesitated. "Attractive as that is, wouldn't it be better to sneak in and learn what we can? Learn who's who?" 

"Y-yeah!" Fiona spoke up in support. "If we find out more about these people, we can find out who's behind them." 

"We also have no idea how many they are too. If we just rush in, we could get surprised," Joanna cautioned, watching as the convoy entered the compound through an open gate that quickly closed. 

"We are voting then," Land muttered. "Who wants to attack?" 

Qrow, May, and Land raised their hands. The three remaining women did not. "A combination of both, then." Land offered. "A few go in, steal the artifact back and any information they can find. Once they come back, we attack."

Robyn nodded at that. "Fiona's semblance can stow it away. Both of them will also need extra support just in case things go wrong. May's semblance can turn people invisible but we may never know how things will go." 

"I'll go," Qrow offered, noting the usefulness of both their semblances. "I'm a fighter." 

"Then let's get it done," Land declared. "You have an hour." 

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​"My semblance will keep us invisible and quiet but you will need to keep your mouth shut," May warned him as they neared the compound. 

"Crystal," Qrow said lazily, earning an infuriating glare from May. He was planning to keep his mouth shut anyway. Not like the two could offer him good conversation. And so, they trudge on under her semblance and Qrow inwardly marvelled as they quite literally leapt over the compound, in open view of the guards, and no one made a fuss about it. Inside, Qrow could see that their new friends were getting active. Cars were parked together, personnel with less flashier uniforms going around in patrol. Boxes of stuff were being moved in olive crates. Qrow motioned for them to near one and they did so. Upon closer inspection, they found the Wayland Eagle blazoned on them. Initially, Qrow had a thought that Royal and Imperial was funding all of this but shook his head. They were an arms company. Of course the bad guys were going to find a way to buy their stuff somehow. In the market, Royal and Imperial weapons were the best to use for regular people. 

If May or Fiona had a reaction to the boxes, they hid it well. Shaking his head, Qrow motioned to them to continue on. 

The compound was extensive, the multiple buildings clearly having their own uses. Qrow could spot barracks, storage units, kitchens. It even looked like a party was ongoing, judging from the colorful streamers and banners hanging from the walls. Tons of it being flags, the Vacuan Swords with a stylized crown at the top. However, they weren't there for the party. 

​May suddenly held out her hand, forcing both Fiona and Qrow to stop in their tracks. Ahead, two uniformed men were walking adjacent to each other, rifles slung on their shoulders. "I can't believe we're forced to patrol while they party." 

​His friend chuckled. "Don't worry. I got a friend in the kitchens saving us some. Believe me, he makes a mean kabsa, I promise you." 

​"I'm still going to complain. We have a new king, we should be celebrating," the first soldier whined. 

"Just our luck then. Don't worry, we got a nice hot plate waiting for us when our shift is over," assured his friend. They continued to talk, walking away. Qrow glanced towards his companions, looking for their reactions. 

"A new king," May whispered. 

"They're celebrating too early." Qrow spoke up, trying to keep his voice as quiet as possible. 

"If they're crowning him...wouldn't it make sense they would show off their artifact?" Fiona theorized. Qrow nodded. If such a prize was important, they would be doing such a thing to wow the guests who he presumed were their supporters. 

"Our path is set," Qrow proclaimed. 

"We ought to get to the roofs," May glanced up. "My semblance is an area of effect. If someone get's close, they'll see us." 

"Up up we go," Qrow said, leaping above. The others followed him, landing on their feet quietly. Despite the fact that they were literally invisible, Qrow instinctively kept himself low and quiet. It reminded him of his childhood in a way, hunting in the Mistrali countryside. Not for Grimm but for actual game. His companions did so as well, albeit more military-like as he'd see with Atlesian Academy students. Though calling them Atlesian now was a stretch considering their newfound reunification. 

It was not hard to miss the celebration. They merely followed the smell of food and the joyous music. Their path lead them overlooking a courtyard below where festivities were taking place. In them middle was a fountain flowing with liquid that smelt like wine. Surrounding it were tables of food; fragrant rice dishes mixed with lamb and chicken, red or yellow curries flowing with potatoes, fish, and herbs. There was a rotisserie where kebabs were being roasted over a fire, filling the air with the inviting smell of slow cooked meat. Servants walked around carrying golden trays of bread or dates, enough for the guests to pick from. The guests were a mix-mash, some wearing uniforms but with rich red sashes or field caps. Some looked to be businessmen, clad in dark suits. Dancers swished and sashayed in revealing glittering clothes to the beat of musicians. Qrow ignored them, scanning the crowd for anyone of interest. 

It did not take long as his eyes landed at the far left where a dais stood, richly decorated and seated a single man that could only be Jax Asturias. He wore a look of total and utter superiority, a simple golden band rested on his head, the swords of Vacuo etched onto them. He was alone, that was until a seemingly innocuous old man with glasses approached him and whispered something into his ears. He nodded then he smiled. He turned towards the crowd then stood up. At his rising, the music stopped, the dancers bowed and stood to the side as he took steps forward, looking like the conqueror he modelled himself after. The old man, Qrow saw, quietly retreated to a shadowed corner. 

"My friends, grandees, generals, and tribal chiefs," Jax Asturias spoke, his voice like thunder. "Many years ago, Vacuo was once a nation of opportunity and riches. From our sands, we were the beating heart of civilization since the beginning of recorded civilization. We were Remnant." He paused, letting the crowd take in his speech. 

Qrow noted his speech patterns with interest. From what Theodore could offer him, Jax Asturias was more passionate than eloquent, relying on his energy to inspire support than the substance behind his words. 

"We were happy, content. When the Great War happened, we stood in our corner. What need have we of war when we already had much?" Jax asked, looking at the guests in the eye. "But others follow their own volition, more beast than man. Mantle invaded us, seeking our dust fields to feed their war efforts." He gestured to the uniformed men. "Our brave soldiers fought with the King with such skill, with such fervor, that it took both the combined armies of Mantle and Mistral to even put a dent in our efforts. Vale came forward to assist us, to help us fight off both armies." 

His lips turned into a frown, his face oozing betrayal and displeasure. "We all know how they decided to do that."

The mood of the crowd turned heavy, anger bubbling and rising with every word Jax spoke. 

"We lost our dust fields. That which made this land rich, sacrificed by the Valeans. At the victory table, the Valeans dictated everything, not even granting us a chance for reparations from Mantle and Mistral. We became poor, the birthplace of civilization stagnating. Look at Vacuo now! Instead of our achievements, we are mocked! We are seen as tribes without civilization, we are the desert dwelling barbarians who are paranoid and bitter." He laughed mirthlessly. "And whose fault is that? Who came into our lands with their desires in their hearts? Who? Who was it, my friends? Who!?"

"Mantle!" some of the crowd shouted. "Vale!" others screamed. Feet thumped, teeth gnashed. Hate gripped them all, a venomous substance that threatened to burn those in their path. Jax raised his arm, bidding them all to quiet down. 

"And there it is, my friends. Vale, Atlas, Mistral. These kingdoms who denied us our inheritance and birth right, lounging on their success and thinking themselves free from the sins of their past." He shook his head. "Vacuo will rise again, with us at the front. We will take control of our birth right and once more, make this land into what it is, the center of the very world. But before that...we need to take the first steps."

As if on cue, the doors opened, catching Qrow's attention. A procession marched our, each clad in elaborate outfits, jewelled-hilt sabres on their hilts and immaculate olive uniforms clad on their bodies. That did not interest the Huntsman. What interested him was the single woman walking with them, a bright red banner in her hands. She walked with a sensuous gait, an alluring smile on her face and her bright eyes glittering. Her outfit showed off the curves on her, her hair styled in a royal fashion. The procession continued, the men parting and taking positions before the dais. The woman walked forward, demurely offering the artifact to Jax who accepted it, briefly letting their fingers touch as the woman stood aside, bowing. "My consort, Cinder Strangelove, has brought to us a gift, one of the many treasures that we will reclaim from the traitor and the foreigner. She who risked her life and her body to retrieve it from thieves." 

Sure enough, there were scars visible on her thanks to her robes. 

"Will I expect the same from you all?" Jax asked, glancing to the crowd. It did not take long for them to reply, crying out a resounding aye. 

Jax unfurled the banner, revealing the three swords of Vacuo. Within it, the face of Malik the Conqueror sewn in with precision and grace. "Then swear it! Swear it to this banner, to this crown, to me!" 

Swords were drawn, aroused energy flowed around. With manic eyes and with a shout that would reach the skies, the crowd roared. "OUR LIVES AND BLOOD FOR HIS MAJESTY!" 

It was then Qrow heard the sound of many trumpets in the distance. No, Qrow corrected himself. Warhorns. He bid the his companions to follow him, tapping them by the side of the head, enraptured as they were by the speech. Such was the height of the building that it offered them a look into the distance where a great mass seemed to be forming from the sands. The dark shapes formed into a beast that engulfed the land. Qrow could see and hear it clearly and vividly, the marching of a thousand and more men. The baying of animals or the roaring of engines. The glittering of armor pieces and fluttering of banners. 

"What?" May whispered. "Who are they?" 

"You remember what Land said about the banner," Fiona nervously hammered. "That banner summons them. This...this is all of Vacuo's deserts." 

"They marched out as soon as they heard the banner moved," Qrow theorized. "Or someone told them beforehand where to go." 

"What now? Do we continue the mission?" May asked, her eyes scanning the mass ahead of them. 

Qrow shook his head. At this point, trying to fight them all was suicide. Sure, Huntsmen could go and mop the floor with anyone they would come across but a whole compound of soldiers with an army followed by a unknown amount of huntsmen? He was a good fighter. He had taken impossible odds before. But with this? They would need more than six huntsmen to fight them. 

"No. We gotta go, now. Shade needs to be warned." growled Qrow. 

Vacuo had come.

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A/N: Salem makes her moves. 

She may think that she has the biggest dick at the moment.

Unfortunately for her, we have a counter-argument.

A dragon at sea kind of counter-argument.

Stay tuned hueheheuheuhe.