New Guardians of Remnant: Shape The Future

Remnant has changed. This is an undeniable fact. We are at a time of peace. That is also a fact. However....

It will soon come crashing down.

This is also a fact.

Monday, Novus 18, 3: 25 PM, Sky Fortress Titanus MK 12: The Headquarters of the Guardians

The Guardians of Remnant. A joint international taskforce organized by General Odin Cress-Velour hundreds of years ago.

They were supposed to be the best of the best. The first answer to the biggest threats to Remnant. The ones who brought down the strongest Grimm, the ones who brought to justice the most dangerous criminals. An elite group of the most skilled and most dedicated Hunters in Remnant.

Supposed to be.

The current generation of Guardians, established five years ago, were mostly just bored.

Of course, what use were Guardians if there was nothing to guard against.

Remnant was in a time of peace, after all.

The current Commander, General Hildegard Roth, tried her best...but well, there was few things a single woman could do.

Growing apathy from the government, as well as reduction of funding has left the Guardians rather...less than impressive.

The Sky Fortress, the giant airship that they called home, was old, almost a decade obsolete.

And Missions? Forget it. They were lucky to get more than the usual charity event or ocassional Grimm clearing out in the borders.

Well, there was that one case with the serial killer a year ago. They managed to take him down with zero casualties. Their proudest moment.

Until Xander Bright, owner if Vale's biggest busineses, took the maniac's brain, put it in a robot and declared the abomination a Guardian just to show off his new tech.

....Go figure.

Old it may be, the Sky Fotress was still home. It had the Guardian's quarters, a command room where they met for mission briefings, a Dust lab, a firing range, a weapons lab, a training gym, a fighting arena...literally everything you'd see in a military base.

Today, the Sky Fortress flew above the skies of Vale, heading towards the Bright Corp Head Office for yet another charity ball.

At least that was the plan until the Fortress's comms picked up a distress signal from one of their own.

"Hey, guuuuys. It's Eri. I-I mean, Viridian Rook. Me and Viv might be in trouble?"

Novus 18, A certain mountain range, Vale

Another fine mess that Erika La Versaille had gotten herself and her long-suffering aid into.

Erika and Vivian had been dispatched to give out relief goods to a small village ravaged by a storm near the mountains of Vale.

They had done their mission well, with Erika even personally helping the villagers rebuild their homes.

As they were heading back to their airship, Erika had spotted a lone Beowolf.

....And of course, Eri had given chase, intent on on riding the thing.

End result?

The two Huntresses, their back towards a cliff, surrounded by a whole pack of Beowolves, Ursi, and even a good sized Ahlbalok, the dragon now circling above them like a bird of prey.

Erika didn't seem to be too worried about this, though, as she sliced the head off another Beowolf with her La Pucelle.

She still had her trademark smile even as the horde of Grimm charged towards them.

"Okay Viv, I called the others like you said. So don't scowl at me like that, okay? You're way prettier when you smile~!"

Chloris Jade, more commonly known as Cor around the ship during the times he was present, picked up the mic to respond to the signal. "Yeah, right, okay. You do realize that the Guardians are not required to come bail you out of whatever local jail you've landed in during your latest zany scheme, right? Over." He replied before leaning back into his seat.

"Come be a hero they said, you'll get a lot of work out of it they said." The faunas grumbled to himself.

Mountain Range: GODDAMNIT ERIKA

The blonde-haired and well-dressed woman next to Erika was none too pleased about their current situation, though her face didn't show it, being as stoic and emotionless as usual. This was Vivian Aurion, Erika's personal bodyguard and aid, and a girl who looked as though she could easily be mistaken for an effeminate man by someone. In her hands were her Photon Erasers, currently being used to shape Vivian's Aura-made plasma into dual submachine guns. She had this cold, professional air about her as she gazed at the horde, ready to protect her charge.

"We would not be in this situation had you not run off to attempt to ride that Beowolf, nor would we have had to call for help. How many times must I tell you that the Grimm are not "cute and cuddly" as you seem to think they are, Miss Eri...?", Vivian said while she gunned down a couple of oncoming Beowolves and Ursa.

Picking up the microphone from where Chloris had left it, Wilhelm chuckled "You just don't know how to have any fun with this."

Now speaking into the mic, Wilhelm boomed "Hello my friends! What mess have you gotten yourselves into and how can I be of assistance?"

edited 26th Jul '16 11:31:08 PM by Eachiunn

A black robot with green Tron Lines gets up from relaxing on a wall of the training room, the image of a videogame on his visor disappearing. Ah, nothing but a little videogame to reward a good day's training... and then it just had to get disrupted. Meh.

Formerly Pierce Rayfer, he was now a trained gamer's mind in a stealth/assassination robot called THANATOS. The robot walks towards a window as it sends a message towards the signal that would stream his voice.

[PVE or PVP? Either way, I'm good to help out!]

He calls to the others in the area around him via his speakers, before he walks over to the nearest door to the outside.

"Let's go and help them, guys! I suspect some kinda PvP or PvE going on!"

Pierce didn't really need much of an aerial transport- he was an aerial unit. But he'd rather do it with party members alongside him.

edited 26th Jul '16 11:34:08 PM by ironcommando

On the ship

"I'm not having fun because we don't do anything interesting." Cor replied to Wilhelm. "I use to break into Megacorps and steal plans, stop nefarious schemes. This is just a waste of my talents. And if you go down there please don't flatten the jail, again."

Cor whipped around as Pierce stepped outside. "And Dust-dammit, Use the drop chutes!" He yelled at the robot over the roar of the wind.

edited 26th Jul '16 11:36:56 PM by guyshane

Mountain Range

"Oh, please." Erika replied, blocking an Ursa's claw with her energy shield and then using her free hand to stab it in the head, wriggling the blade so that its head was cut off.

"One day, I'm going to find a friendly Grimm and I will say I TOLD YOU SO!" she giggled.

Guardians Operatives had miniature comms equipment that looked like earphones as standard issue, and it was with this that she replied to the people on the ship.

"Soooo, we've got about thirty Beowolves, fifteen Ursi Minor...and a cute lil Ahlbalok here~!"

"Hey, Viv, look out!"

At that moment, the dragon Grimm had decided to swoop down, blasting lightning at Vivian.

edited 26th Jul '16 11:43:01 PM by GrimHelm

Vivian in turn quickly rolled out of the way of the lightning blast and turned one of her guns into a small shield just in case before retaliating with gunfire at the Ahlbalok.

"Thank you for the warning, Miss Eri, but I've told you before, there is no such thing as a "friendly" Grimm.", she replied to Erika in monotone before tapping the comms device in her ear to talk to those on the ship. "We have encountered some decent Grimm opposition after Eri decided to get side-tracked by a Beowulf. Again."

edited 27th Jul '16 12:04:48 AM by TheHailStormer

Wilhelm nodded silently to himself before responding "It sounds like you two are having a fun time and didn't invite me. I'll be dropping in shortly" with that, Wilhelm put down the microphone and began climbing into Eisenmacht.

As he finished getting into his armor and grabbed his hammer, Wilhelm approached THANATOS, clapped the machine on the shoulder and asked "Do you want to go first or shall I?"

Ship

Cor let out a sigh and stood up. Well, at least it'll be something to do.

The snake faunas briefly pulled the mic back towards him. "Alright, don't die, I'm on my way. Probably the rest will be too. See you soon." Cor looked around for a moment before hitting the speaker button. "Look alive people, the idiot has gotten herself stuck in the middle of a Grimm pack, including a dragon. Anyone who wants to breakup the monotony, can come with to go rescue her and her bodyguard. They're close enough we can just drop down to them, assuming your aim is good."

Cor walked away and down to the rarely used staging area where he kept his equipment just in case. Quickly getting dressed he jumped into a drop tube and shot down towards the earth, using his semblance to shape his aura into a wing suit-like construct so he could glide down quickly and accurately. The snake faunas arrived by landing and immediately blowing off the heads of two nearby beowolves with his weapons. "Another fine mess you two have caused." He commented to the two women.

"Aww, come on..." Pierce replied to Cor somewhat dejectedly.

And this is when Eri and Viv's messages came in. He replied to their message with his own.

[So, a buncha normal enemies and a BOSS FIGHT? That's it, count me in, getting a party ready!]

From the looks of it, there WAS a pretty good opposition. Dropping down just like that wouldn't be a very useful thing to do especially if he wanted to have an ally with him when he got there. Not everybody was willing to just jump off the side of the ship like that.

Drop pod bay it was. And so, he almost decided to speed off to the drop pod bay when-

-tap tap-

Ah, Wilhelm. Now this guy knew how to have some excitement.

THANATOS does a friendly wave as he replies, getting ready to jump off.

"Oh hey there Wilhelm! Well, I say we go together!"

Pierce gets ready to jump off the side at the same time as Wilhelm. Once he did so, he would transform and fly down and towards the two ladies in trouble.

edited 27th Jul '16 12:11:41 AM by ironcommando

Grinning under his helmet, Wilhelm replied "Very well! I shall see you again once we hit the ground"

With that, Wilhelm took a step back before launching himself off of the Sky Fort.

As he began hurtling towards the ground, Wilhelm took a moment to drink in the sensation of falling at hundreds of meters per minute. Sure, he'd done it dozens of times by now, but you just can't recreate the rush any other way.

Moments later, those on the ground would hear a sound not unlike that of a bomb falling, before Wilhelm finally hit the ground, creating a small crater and crushing a handful of beowolves in the process.

Waving a massive gauntleted hand, Wilhelm asked "Did I miss anything exciting?"

As THANATOS flew towards the site via jets, he used his zoom-in function to spot the group. The sight on the visor looked just like a video game. A bunch of bad guys harassing a few good guys... Just like a rescue mission. And a pretty exciting one.

-Blip blip blip blip blip blip-

[TARGETS LOCKED]

"OHHHHHHH YEAH!!!" were the words that carried through the air, as a black-coloured, human-sized jet launched out a slew of six small missiles at three of the Beowulves from the air.

Six missiles whistle, creating smoke trails, two crashing into and explode on each of the targeted Beowulves, flinging them back as they fade into black mist.

The black jet then does an oddly silent nosedive to a spot a good distance from the group as it drops down to the ground while transforming, performing a Three-Point Landing, before waving to the others.

"Heya there! So, I see some PvE going on here, eh? Fun times indeed, let's do this!" the robot exclaims as two glowing blades extend from his upper arms.

edited 27th Jul '16 12:48:01 AM by ironcommando

It is with a heavy heart that I say I cannot endorse

I wholeheartedly believe that taking action is the best

Hi, you may remember me from the essay you're starting riots over

Freddie Angels, in a moment of rare anger, stamped a fluffy hoof on the ground, threw his arms limply to his side and groaned inarticulately at the sky. Why him? Why of all people was he going to be the vanguard of a new age? The motherfuckers saying the age of Huntsmen was over were clearly jocks who carried themselves on performance, rather than academics. He sat in his small room on the Titanus mothership, trying to write a response to the recent riots/protests/revolutions happening around various sectors of Vale's labor force. The screen in front of him, the Tome computer, just sat with half a dozen half-finished diatribes and reconciliations and polemics, everywhere between admonishment and endorsement.

Then the call came in and Freddie saw an out. This response could be saved for later. Right now he had something he could really throw himself into. Time to go.

The frazzled drafthorse faunus descended from the ship with nothing but the clothes on his back and his weapons, joined for now into the large industrial maul known as Union. As he fell, Union's sickle half slid on its head and angled into a clawlike shape. Taking careful aim, and hands shaking, Freddie fired. The claw lanced out on a long wire, aiming straight at the Ahlbalok in the hopes he could swing up and onto it. And the whole time, he was only screaming a little bit!

Beowulves. How disappointing.

After not seeing a proper Grimm for a while, Adramelech suffered a small letdown. A Grimm is a Grimm, but he hoped that the handful of survivors would be more impressive. Rillagrimm. Smaugrimm. Even a Boarbatusk would do.

Well, there was an Albahlok over there. That had to do.

He's been tailing the two hapless agents for a while now, as orders dictated. The word was to get into the fray and intervene should they find themselves in trouble. In wake of the avalanche of Guardians however, he felt a little less needed.

Well, orders were orders. The mortar trained on the draconic Grimm, Adramelech fired a couple of shells Albahlok's way before repositioning closer. A few more shells followed as he moved closer, careful not to accidentally indulge in some friendly fire. Bright's fingers on his detonator were itchy enough.

On the Ship

Yoko yawns, having just woken up from her nap up in the rafters of the bridge. Interestingly enough, she's made a small nest up there, using an overlarge hammock and very sturdy tarp. Hearing all of the chatter, she lazily considers going to aid the other Guardians. "Maybe in a bit." Instead, she drops down, and exits the bridge, off to the kitchens for a post-nap snack.

"Guardians of Remnant?" Yeah, right, more like "Guardians of Idiot Heiresses."

The program calling himself Malcolm Vermilion, was in his bedroom, getting... well, angry couldn't be the right word to use. Irritated, maybe? He wasn’t sure what to describe it, but he knew it wasn’t good. He had joined the Guardians to make a positive difference. Instead, he managed to imagine the feeling of a little bird trapped in a golden cage. Their last “big mission” was apparently before he joined, when they caught an infamous serial killer that Xander Bright ended up turning into a robot zombie Guardian soon after. As if his luck couldn’t get worse, his first mission was quickly looking like guarding Bright’s own charity ball.

Seriously, what was I thinking? I joined the Guardians to be free of BrightCorp, not to get sent back to it all dressed up—

His concentration was broken by the alarms and announcements. Apparently Erika managed to try to find a friendly Grimm (despite hundreds of centuries of data saying that it was a fool’s errand) and got herself in an ambush again. The fact that he wasn’t surprised at all should show how often this situation was, but he was still going to try and help rescue her because… he wasn’t really sure why he was, but he figured he’d feel bad if she died and he could have done something.

Soon, he grabbed the Looking Glass from its charger, putting it on as he left the room and jumped out to help save Eliza. Soon, he landed on the ground feet first and rolling somewhat (he heard that it was the safest way to do it on the CCT system), and quickly checked the area.

Guess it’s time to use Malfunction, he thought to himself. Thank goodness he was wearing long sleeves, as the other people would see the weapons slide out from them and not the panels in his arms open up. He quickly activated the sword modes and ran in, concentrating on clearing out the Beowulves before dealing with the Albahlok.

edited 27th Jul '16 12:19:47 PM by Aquatica1000

Ship, prep for launch

Having heard the call for help, Nova wasted no time on witty comebacks, or berating the others for thinking grim were cute, heck some of them were cute, if evil. Instead it was time for some action to break up the monotony of just sitting around doing a gand total of nothing, after all there was only so much time she could kill browsing the CCT network. Quickly powering up her chasis she made her way to the staging area where she backed the utility frame up to another automated machine.

"I am thinking twin gatling guns today? Is any one else feeling like burning through all this ammo we never get to use?", she jokingly quirried before the device removed her core from the skeletal utility platform, slid across a row of inactive drones, and inserted it into one that had gatling guns for arms◊, causing that drone to quickly power on with a sigh, "Uggggg, I hate that part always so cold and da..." howver she was cut off by the machine now taking and jamming what could have probaly functioned as a normal gun inside the drones armored chest. "ooof", and finaly attaching a drum of ammunition to its back. "Nevermind time to go"

Now all preped and ready for combat, she marched her drone over to the drop chutes, heading down one with a loud crash into the ground.

Mountain Range

Wasting no time for recovery, her first responce was to level her arms at some of the Beowolves and open fire, spraying the ground with spent ammunition belt links.

On the Ship

Having had a nice snack, Yoko feels like taking in the battle field. Whistling, she strolls through the corridors over to the drop pods, and takes a seat. "Tum, te tum, tum, te tum."

Humming to herself, she hits the button to drop.

Mountain Range

Landing, Yoko opens the door and hops out of the pod. Hands in pockets, she observes the battlefield. "Pretty slim pickings. Lizard over there looks interesting, but everyone's already got that covered. Ah, well."

Seeing as everyone is shooting at the dragonic Grimm, she starts making her way over to the cliff to back up the two original instigators, occasionally punching out any Grimm that gets too close.

Sky Fortress

There was a ringing in Nat's skull as she woke, and the voice of her employer and her cold as ice body guard hadn't helped matters when it was the first thing she heard in the morning. There were worse things, she supposed, she'd heard many less than pleasant sounds first thing in the morning.

Quickly slipping out of the (mostly broken) bed she had started sharing with a certain snake faunus a while back, Natasha hurriedly got dressed, donning her armored uniform as she made her way to the back of the ship. Rubbing her fingers under her eyes, the cyborg soldier snatched a spare sniper rifle from the armory, one without a scope as per usual with her, before moving to somewhere with a good view of the battleground her comrades were in.

It didn't take too long, fortunately enough; her allies would become alerted to her presence as a loud clap akin to thunder echoed through the air as a hyper velocity shot tore through the skull of a Grimm that had been prepped to attack the nearest friendly. And another. And another.

"Thank you, Overwatch." Cor commented into his mic before beheading an Ursa with his scythes. "I think we've got the runts handled though. Any chance you can clip the big guy's wings?

edited 27th Jul '16 9:13:24 PM by guyshane

"Will do." She replied into her radio before adjusting her aim, her eyes settling upon the Ahlbalok and those fighting it. She couldn't help the smirk crossing her lips as she watched Freddie go, she could swear she heard him screaming even from here. But that wasn't important. She sighted the Black Dragon's wings and torso, waiting for an opportune moment to take a shot. Once she knew there was no chance of hitting her allies, she pulled the trigger and charged the weapon with her semblance, sending another Hyper Velocity Round straight for the beast's right wing.

The Fight

"Hi guuuuyyyyssss~! Glad you could make it~!" Erika laughed as her friends descended from the sky. That looked so much fun! Vaguely, Erika wondered if she could do that next time.

Smiling at the thought, Eri decapitated yet another Beowolf.

Two Ursi charged towards Cor, claws out to rip his head from his shoulders.

Five Beowolves surrounded Wilhelm, circling him but not striking yet.

Yet another Beowolf jumped at Mal from behind.

Meanwhile, the Ahlbalok swerved to get out of the way of Vivian's attack...only to get one of its back spikes latched onto by Freddie.

At the exact same moment that Natasha's and Adramelech's blasts hit its wing, making it roar in pain and come crashing down to earth, taking the Guardian down with it.

Amidst all the chaos, a black robot was doing its intended purpose. It transformed into an airplane and back to gain boost, zipping around, dashing around the claws and cleanly slicing two up with high powered blades.

"Ah, adds..."

The suit then performed a 270 degree turn as it diverted power to the thrusters in its right legs, as well as its right arm. It does a spin as THANATOS' leg fired a powerful wind blast to send the Grimm sailing through the air, before firing a blue, powered shot from his right arm at the flying Beowolf's head, busting it clean.

It seems that the boss of the area had been put into a rather vulnerable position, which Pierce was quick to notice. "Just like those kinda videogame fights, eh? Time to do some damage on the boss."

He takes out his blades again and eyes the Ahlbalok, keeping watch if any other Grimm attacked him.

Okay, Freddie could handle the Ahlbalok's sudden descent. Union couldn't reel him in on its own fast enough to get him onto the beast's back, so as it fell he just climbed down the cable like a rope in gym class, hand over hand. This time, at least, he was just making little whines of concern instead of full-on screaming.

Once the thing hit the ground, Freddie held fast to its spines and extended a hand to finally catch Union as it came in. With the detached precision that one gets when they know one mistake could kill you, he separated the weapons, sheathed Growth, and pulled a couple rods of rebar out of a vest pocket. He waved to THANATOS.

"Giv—" He swallowed. "Give me a second, okay? Me first." He slid the rods into his hammer then strode up the Ahlbalok's body, took careful aim, and drove the hammer straight down onto its head. With a pneumatic hiss, Industry discharged one loaded length of rebar straight into the Ahlbalok's skull.