The Vindicator

Chapter 1

This day is proving to be...difficult... The Vindicator thought as he set himself up for a clear shot. He was at the moment watching as several of these Faunus walk and carry boxes. He took the liberty of learning some of this planet's history. Though only more important parts of it and finding some aspects of humanity's history questionable. However, it did not deter him from wanting to know more about Salem in particular. Of course, to survive he has taken up odd jobs. Mostly by hunting down the terrorist group known as White Fang, and other individuals. Right now, he was aiming to take out a wanted Faunus called Trafor Rikers. The Faunus was wanted dead or alive for crimes that seemed poultry to what the Vindicator had seen Cultists do. He steadied himself as he remained still and silent, his crosshairs moving slightly above the Faunus' head. With a few inahles and exhales, the Vindicator pulled the trigger.

The armor piercing bullet traveled with speed before blowing right through Trafor's head. Almost immediately, the Vindicator moved from his position and began moving out. His job was done, any consequences would not befall him. He felt clean and as he should, he was an assassin of the Emperor. Any kill that he makes is with good cause and good reason. Within the world of Remnant he was known purely as the Reaper, no one had seen what he looks like. Nor have they seen him long enough to know his age and race. They only know that if he was involved, then the kill that he was about to make would surely be dead. The Vindicator came to a stop near a custom made vehicle, it was more or less a motorcycle. The vehicle was made due to a requisition that he made to the Vacuo Black Market.

On the bike were extra weapons that this world made. Of course, the materials were from unknown origins. The Vindicator searched far and wide for strong metals that would aid him. He had a katana with a red hue to it attached to his bike, two lookalike Exitus Pistols with Dust Ammunition, and finally a carbine of the Exitus Rifle meant for him to use more of his special ammunition for closer range. After starting his bike, the Vindicator began driving off down a road, leaving the White Fang camp behind him. He was a good ways away from the camp before he stopped his bike outside of a nearby city. He was in need of food, he had gone a few months without it and run out of rations. Now he needed some more rations and he was nowhere near Vacuo. After a few moments of hiding his bike, the Vindicator began walking into the city while using his suit's chameleon mode. His red visors locking onto any unsuspecting civilians that either walked past him or would look in his direction.

He came to a stop when he heard gunshots. The Vindicator's eyes landing on a dust shop that had men being flung across the store or knocked to the side. That was when he saw a man wearing a white trenchcoat run out of the store with a smug grin plastered across his face. Not long after he noticed a girl who couldn't be no older than 15 or 16 with an oversized scythe in her hand. He furrowed his brows realizing that this child looked familiar. Summer? The Vindicator thought as he moved his Exitus Rifle from his back, he took a knew and aimed it at the girl. His crosshairs landing on her seeing that the resemblances between Summer and this girl were remarkable. He watched her move up to the rooftops after the man. Then saw an airship arrive for the man. He moved his rifle upwards and began to inhale and exhale. "Child of Summer", He began to say in a low tone, "Choose your battles more carefully." With that a bullet was fired from his rifle, it pierced through the airship causing it to tremble and shake. The Vindicator noticed that a black caped blonde woman had joined near the girl's side.

He recognized her as a Huntress and decided that his job here was done. With a quick turn, he moved away from the scene. With the help of his chameleon mode he was invisible to the naked eye. The Vindicator did not stop until he had taken the food that he needed, and onwards and out of the city. His stride never broke, for staying too long in one location was not good for him. He was after all an assassin with a kill ratio in the hundreds. He was quite sure that he was wanted by authorities as well for having killed more than simple terrorists. When the Vindicator had arrived back at his motorcycle, he began making a fire to cook his food. There was only one way for him to gain more information of Salem's whereabouts, that would be at one of the Academies. The Vindicator let out a slight sigh as he ate in silence, the peace and lonely atmosphere settled in with him. Had he ever known familiar outside of his fellow Vindicators? Possibly, but he didn’t think too much about his past life. He was practically born into the Vindicare Temple and trained at birth.