Welcome to Beacon: Ultimate 2.0

Forest Zone to Campsite

Today had been a good, albeit tiring day. As a partnered pair, February and Alexia had practically wiped out an entire clan of Grimm by themselves. At the very least, they could be proud of their success. It felt good to be complimented, too. The shark smiled back at Alexia, practically bouncing on her heels as they talked to one another.

"You did as good as ne! Very nice swordwork, gut can ge tightened up. We can spar later." She said, patting her own waistbelt as she did. Of course, it seemed like the princess had other ideas for the rest of their day.

"Rrr?" February tilted her head in confusion for a moment, before laughing and linking her arm around Alexia's. "Was thinking about shending day with you, Hrincess. Want to know you getter!"

edited 20th Jan '17 12:13:31 PM by D4C

Wasteland

Medus cocked an eyebrow at the stranger's statement. "So let me see if I have this correct: You couldn't handle the one on your own. So your plan is to go and hunt down the person who can get more of them on a whim. Are you sure you don't have a death wish?"

Campsite Lake

Remus was sitting off to the side idly, watching Al fish. "Though... What if turns out to be a grimm or something? Then you can't exactly eat it. Which is honestly a bit sad." His expression shifted to one of pondering. "I have often wondered what boarbutuskw would taste like."

edited 22nd Jan '17 2:24:58 AM by SolusLupus

Mountain Blast

At the sound of the ticking, Pius' helmet immediately closed over his face as he yelled at the others.

"Get out of here!" The lines of Dies Irae glowed a cool blue as its master began trying to coat the wreckage with thick sheets of ice in an attempt to contain the explosion some before joining his classmates in retreat.

edited 23rd Jan '17 2:41:52 PM by Insano

Mountain Area - Tick Tock

The robots have started to make a ticking sound, usually signifying an explosion was going to happen very shortly. Grigori turned to his team, "Yep, we're definitely meeting up with Port." He ran as far back to the camp as possible, stopping when necessary to check if everyone is following him.

Wasteland Zone

"With all due respect, but this lady here is the least important matter to worry about right now." Hope's distorted voice came from behind Anima's plates. "If someone capable of summoning something like this is going towards a settlement, it's going to get ugly. We can call in some back-up, but they might not make it in time."

"I say we call for help and go for the summoner in the meantime to try and stall them. Or capture them, if possible."

MOUNT BOOM

Jack grabbed the Olympos sgn at Pious' feet as he tore off, skidding to a stop before the biggest rock he could. "Guys, behind this!" He shouted, ducking behind it.

"Why is it whenever we do something fun, bullshit like Olymp-" He began, before being interrupted by the exlplosion.

Wasteland

Ieria frowned as she looked around, her eyes scanning the horizon towards the village. "I say we should get back up from the rest of them as well, or at least go back and formulate a plan at first."

Mountain

As he finished tearing the symbol off of the machine, Glen responded "It means that if all goes well I'm goin' tae plant the arse of the bastart who sent these tin toys after us in prison" Admittedly, Glen wanted to kill Alexandros, but that could wait.

Noticing the beeping, Glen added, "I believe it's time for us tae get movin'" before picking Umber up under his right arm and sprinting away from the explosion.

Wasteland Zone

The woman smiled thinly, crossing her arms.

"I was going to be calling my team and the others, so I won't be going alone. I'm not completely suicidal."

She sighed.

"You've done more than enough, although I can see you're students. This has nothing to do with you. Allow us to handle this."

Campsite: Later, 7:00 PM

Alexia sat in front of a campfire, frowning as she listened to Pius and the others. Right next to her sister, Erin looked unchracteristically grim, a finger tapping her wheelchair agitatedly.

"Olympos machines? Here? What could mister Alexandros be after? We destroyed the Amaterasu base, right?"

After the others had returned they had reported their findings to Professor Port. After a short debriefing, the students of Dorm White Rose gathered to discuss what had happened.

"Sigma seems to be focused on his new hospital. He is not the type to give attention to his failures...and Epsilon's rebellion is a rather major one. He would not spend his time scavenging Amaterasu Base." Erin added.

Earlier, The Lake

....And of course, as if he had tempted fate, as soon as Alfred had said that, the lake began to churn heavily...a giant whirlpool appeared on the formerly calm surface.

And then-!

Skowly, it emerged...the claw first, then the head...

Erin looked in mild interest. "Hmm. Giant enemy crab."

Campsite, 7 PM

"Perhaps there's something in the mountain that he still needs for the hospital," Lucas responded to Erin. "Something he doesn't have the time or resources to reproduce in time for the grand opening."

Evening at the Camp

Pius was satisfied that his work managed to reduce the amount of dangerous debris launched by the robots' explosion. But still questions about Alexandros lingered in his mind, and Erin's comments did little to ease the internal tension.

"Then why were machines bearing his symbol there? Any idea what they could have been doing there?"

Campsite.

Falken perked up from the mention of events about gadgets and whatnot, only to exhale and shrug. Another one of those things before he'd arrived at Beacon.

"Still waitin' on, whaddya call 'em, cliff-notes, of the enemies and stuff ya'll have gotten up." The air-head jokingly pointed out as he waited for the fish to fry.

Campsite 7 PM

As the meeting continued, Glen began angrily whittling a nearby tree branch into a stake as he listened to the conversation going on. As the conversation shifted to talk of the hospital, Glen sneered "Machines in the mountains, sellin' arms to the Highlanders an' workin' on Hospitals. This son o' a bitch is a brilliant feckin' multitasker."

Planting his freshly carved stake into the ground next to him before beginning work on another.

"Can't we just kill the bastart an' be done with all o' this? Or at the very least throw him in tae a prison cell?"

edited 23rd Jan '17 11:19:44 PM by Eachiunn

CAMPFIRE

Jack had a sausage, which he was literally holding in the fire, waiting for it to heat up. He looked up at the mention of Olympos. "We need to do something. I'm sick of this whole Olympos bullshit." He said with a shrug. "Seriously, have your mom pull some strings to lock him up. Either that or let's just go kick Sigma's ass."

He took a bite of the sausage and leaned back, resting his head on the ground next to Lucas. "Hey, how about me and Pious take our teams up there tomorrow and we do some scouting?"

Campsite 7 PM

"My.... my guess would be the cloning machines" the gynoid nervously interjected, "those do not seem like a cheap investment and the ability to create large amounts of replacement parts would be as useful for medicine as it is for repairs...."

Earlier: Russian Crab Wrestling

Al stared at the Grimm on the shore as it slowly rose from the water. His target finally came out to play.

Are we going there? Are you seriously doing this?

Shut up Iktomi, I need to focus

Just… Don't go overboard this time

"Alright you giant son of a bitch. Let's play"

Alfred went into a wrestling stance, closing in on the beast slowly, squinting his eyes, inspecting his prey, once at a certain distance, Al stopped moving forward, instead the two circled around, like dogs waiting to move in to the throat.

Campsite 7 PM

Al listened attentively to the concversation going on between the students. He may have not known all the details of what happened between Max and the White Rose dorm people, but this was important to him regardless. As Glen and Jack. Made their points. Al spoke with a calm voice like usual. "I agree with them both. Even if that guy has political immunity I think he needs to go down"

Evening-Campfire

"Maybe the robots were sentries, guarding something Sigma wanted to keep secret." Yun gave Pius his thoughts. Pulling up an aerial map of the Mountain on his cybernetic's HUD, he asked, "Could there be a facility of some sort on the mountain?"

Campsite 7 PM

"I-If you think it is the robots themselfs, we can go back up there..... I.... I can try to interface with one if that is what you wish", Imuka sugested after Yun spoke.

Evening at Camp

Pius looked to Falken's teammates with disbelief when the Faunus made his comment concerning his own ignorance about the bigger picture they were facing. "Can't one of you fully inform on this matter? You were all there for everything?"

With that out of the way, Pius listened for constructive comments concerning what he and others had faced on the mountain earlier. Out of the voices that spoke up in reply to the news, Imuka and Yun's seemed to hold some real weight.

"I thought Epsilon took care of those machines," he said to Imuka, giving her a softer gaze than his usual one as he remembered her connection to all this madness. Then he turned to Yun. "We already came here once for Epsilon. Do you think there could have been another facility in the mountain that Alexandros had cause to watch over?"

Mountain Zone Escape

"What's that ticking?" Umber said, voice cracking. "Eep!"

Umber flushed red from head to toe as her partner carried her off like a football back down the mountain.

Campfire

Some time later, Umber nervously approached the campfire with a tray in hand. Everyone was talking in hushed voices (well, save for those who never did) about things Umber didn't quite understand, and Umber couldn't help but shrink away and try to make herself seem small.

Olympos. Epsilon. Alexandros.

Umber sat on her knees beside Glen.

"Um—" She presented the tray forward by the campfire. "I made tea."

Steam billowed from the teapot. Tea with just a hint of peppermint. Reading between the lines; a good remedy for a potential hangover, too.

"It's—it's for everyone. If you want." Umber looked down at her lap and mumbled something incoherent to herself before she looked up again. "Is this Alexandros man really so bad?"

CAMPFIRE

Jack reached over, taking a cup of tea. "Thanks, Umber." He liked Umber. She didn't talk too much, but she was really kind. Which meant that Jack actually did his best to be respectful to her.

"Pius, do you honestly think that none of the folks here with super senses wouldn't notice a trio of giant fucking robots? Not to mention the fact that they had no wear-and-tear that I could see?" He leaned back. "Alexandros is the type of annoying cunt that would have two fucking mountain bases." He sipped the tea, not even seeming to notice the heat.

"This is really good tea."

Campfire at 7:00 PM

Grigori was writing on his notebook about the incident, what they are dealing with, and their plan of attack. All this talk about this one man, Alexandros. He's heard of him before, a rich philantrophist who is creating a new hospital despite having investments on giant robots and at least one mountain base. The sniper muttered to himself, "Looks like he isn't satisfied with one slice of this pie." It was obvious that he is not what he seems, but there was talk of killing him or putting him away, which raised a point: what did he do to them? Then, he turned to Umber's question, "Judging from everyone in the room—well camp, he is apparently a total scumbag."

He then took the tea as he throws in his two cents, "If you saw him in that base, how come he got away? Surely, a man that earned such hate should be killed or locked away forever on the first defeat, but apparently he's still walking a free man."

Earlier, Wasteland Zone

"What do you mean, it's not our thing? It's totally our thing." Hope replied in exasperation. "I thought the job description of a Huntsman includes fighting off Grimm, particularily if they can be killed."

As it was proved, it apparently wasn't the case.

"Perhaps not a full-on scumbag. That is Arcana's domain." Hope hummed, munching on a chocolate bar, currently perched in her wheelchair near Yun. "At the very least, he no longer seeks open conflict with us. The hospital or the new prostheses he gave out like candy some time ago are good examples."

"And it's money. Olympos is killing some hard Lien, Grigori." She shook her head. "Plus, from what I understand he makes use of the same tech that... some others were using a while back." Like Alexia's sister, for one example or Erin. She got herself a bit of Umber's tea - giving her a small, grateful nod - and having a sip. "So no, we can't just up and kill him, as some of you are suggesting. Odds are he would turn the situation around, either by himself or via his goons."

edited 25th Jan '17 10:59:04 AM by FergardStratoavis

Campsite, Night.

Falken couldn't help but chuckle at Pius' comment as he flicked his taloned foot, slicing the fried fish into pieces. "Oh, I'm sure they're gonna tell me about...stuff at some point. I kinda just have to sit down with a box of popcorn and listen." The air-head shrugged, leaning back with a very slight smile before looking a little annoyed.