Servants in Remnant

Teacher and Student

Blake Belladona sat on one of the couches in the orphanage, her knees pulled up to her chest. She could hear the children laughing in the background as they played some game or other. How could they forget so quickly? She shuddered. It was just a few hours ago that some of them... That we... Guilt twisted in her chest and her eyes burned. When some of them were almost killed... All of a sudden, a hand touched her shoulder, and she jerked back and looked.

Staring back at her with a compassionate look in his eye was one of the strangest faunus that Blake had ever seen. Long, dark blonde hair that reached his waist, his arms were bare, showing lean, powerful muscles. From the waist on up, he looked like a very handsome man. What made him so strange though, was from the waist down was the body of a horse. When he was standing, he towered over everybody else. Blake had never heard of a faunus that had this much of an animal trait, which was surprising to her. Considering how much he stood out, she would have thought that she would heard of him sooner.

The faunus gestured to outside of the orphanage, "Would you like to go for a quick walk? I think it would help clear your mind." Despite his looks, he had a nice, 'grandfather' atmosphere around him, which was very surprising seeing as how he didn't look that old. Blake thought about it before giving a nod, and walked out with him.

They walked in silence for a bit, eventually walking near an empty park, before the centaur spoke up. "They don't blame you, you know." Blake flinched at the words, before replying softly "They really should. You were the hero there, not us."

The faunus hummed softly. "Perhaps. However, there is more than one type of hero. You are here, and none of the others are here. You wanted to make sure that they were alright, that they made it back safely. That counts for something, I would think." She whirled around to look at him, "And that makes everything alright!? After what just happened? They should hate us for what almost happened! They have every right to hate us!" She shouted with tears starting to fall, with the guilt twisting in her chest.

He smiled gently at her. "Of course it doesn't make things right. But, the people whom you say have every right to hate you do not, in fact, hate you. If they who have that right don't hate you, then by what right do you hate yourself?"

She turned away from him and looked to the night sky, and just watched the stars as she considered just how the day had gone so badly.

FLASHBACK

There was a warehouse within the Industrial District. Currently, it filled with Dust that mined through exploited faunus labor. While not unusual, this particular group was particularly brutal to their workers. The goal was simple. They wanted to steal a portion of the Dust for themselves, and they would blow up the rest. They were aware that there would be guards there, but they thought they could still take them on without too much difficulty. She and Adam were amongst the best.

She and Adam had brought several of the recruits with them so they could get used to the idea of doing stuff like this. They would scout out the place, see where the opposition was, and Adam and Blake would take on the opposition while the others would plant the explosives and move the cargo out. They picked a time when the police were patrolling farthest from this area, and they were usually pretty dependable on their timing.

As they broke into the warehouse and the men started grabbing some crates and planting the explosives, that's when things started going wrong. Several crates in the back burst open, showing three Spider Security Droids. Two of them looked like the basic model, while the third had some serious upgrades added to it. Both Adam and Blake immediately charged the droids, trying to grab their attention while ordering their men to hurry and plant the explosives. And thus their dangerous dance began.