Somewhere in the ocean, a large white cruise sailed along. It carried thousands of people, most of them were faunuses, to their location. Most were happy on the cruise, happy to go to a place where the horrors and bigotry of the world couldn't reach them. Others were upset that they were arriving there, feeling that they were being banished there. And one had to gather his stuff from the day before and get on the boat immediately.
Tucker was awoken by the tv screen in his room, ringing. He got out of bed, putting on a blue robe before pressing it. Suddenly, The screen then revealed President Kimball sitting staring at him, hands folded on her desk.
"Morning, President~!" said Tucker, stretching. He didn't care how he appeared to Kimball and neither did her as long as he wore something around his waist.
"Evening, Ambassador," said Kimball. "I see you have made it to the boat.
"Couldn't you have told me to get on one earlier? I could've rented a yacht out instead of just scarcely getting on a local cruise ship," complained Tucker, spoiled with his new found position of power.
"First of all, you spent a lot of your budget on sex stuff and a vintage copy of "Reservoir Dogs", no wonder I'd be worried about your spending. Second of all, a yacht to Menagiere might give the locals the wrong idea," explained Kimball. "Speaking of which, you do know your objective, right?"
Tucker was opening a power bar as she asked. "Yep, read the file." Kimball did not looked convinced. "What, I did! Come on, I know I only been in this gig for 3 months but you gotta have more faith in me." Kimball still stared. Tucker sighed and stood straight up. "One month ago, we offered aid Menagiere, in return we have access to resources near the island but they refused the aid, but were fine with the excavation. My job is to find out why they refused and try to change their minds."
Impressed, Kimball raised her brows. "I seem to have underestimated you."
"Yeah, I'm perfectly capable. A month ago, I manged to convince Haven to let some of our military to occupy some of their coastlines."
"Have you told anyone yet?"
"No, not a single soul knows about this yet."
"Except for the two girls in the bathroom." After Kimball said that, two girls, one fair human and one tanned faunus, peeked over from the bathroom as Tucker stayed silent.
"You could see the panties, couldn't you?" he asked.
"Staff?" asked Kimball.
"Tourists," answered Tucker. As the girls began gathering their stuff, Tucker went towards a nearby tray, grabbing the water and unscrewing to drink.
"Well, best of luck to you, Mr. Tucker," said Kimball. She is about to sign off when Tucker asked a question.
"Hey, you failed to mention this, but who's their leader's name?" he asked, before he took a drink.
"Ghiara Belladonna." The mention of the name made Tucker immediately spat out the water, coughing loudly before setting down the water. "Are you okay?!"
"Yeah..." Tucker stood straight back up as Kimball looked at him, worried.
"Does that name mean something to -"
"No!" Tucker said suddenly and was quick to think of a quip. "I just had the water go down the wrong hole. Not the first time I had something go down the wrong hole. Bow Chika Bow Wow!"
Kimball looked at him suspiciously before signing off. After she did, Tucker sighed before gripping his hand tightly, wondering could she be there?
A while later, Tucker exited his room to meet the sun over the ocean's horizon. He wore a small sun hat over his horns, one of them, still growing back, being shorter than the other. He also sported an acqua flowered shirt and brown shorts. The girls he was with walked passed him, fully clothed, giving a little kiss and gave a playful wave as they walked away which Tucker returned, smiling.
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CLMA: A Journey through Mistral
FantasyA whole year passed after the Fall of Beacon and the various teams of the school of huntsmen and huntresses had went their separate ways to pursue their own goals. But dark forces still mingle with them.
