Remnants of the old

Chapter 7: The Offensive

A/N: HOLY HELL! This took WAAAY too long for me to get published. Sorry for the wait, but it's a little longer than the normal chapters. I don't own Rwby, Roosterteeth does. I own the OC's, history of my own Countries and those Countries. Also, There is a bit of a timeskip between this and the previous chapter, The date isn't just a typo. 

Journal Entry, September 28th, 6463 (Tuesday morning)

The Farms got set up underground on Sunday, and they're working at almost full efficiency, that said, the scientists are concerned about the possibility of a blight, which could kill our crops. They're operated by robots to decrease such a risk, and are operated similarly back on Luna. Food from just ten farms can feed over ten thousand people. (If we turned all of them on, that is.) Each plant is what old people used to call 'superfoods'. All of them contain all the necessary proteins, minerals, and calories needed for the human body. The wonders of genetic engineering, I suppose. On a similar note, we are almost self sufficent. We just need to make our own ammunition and weapons and we will be able to sustain ourselves completely. The other thing that has changed is the massive overhaul of our defenses, We have pillboxes underground and an FOB for our Artillery set up a mile away, combined with our vehicles which are either in trenches to help provide fire-support, or set up constantly ready.

Date: September 28th, 6463 (Tuesday morning)

Pov: ???

The cheap coffee in my mug was still warm as I walked to the front door of the cramped one-room shack I lived in and grabbed the daily paper that lay on the cracked and worn away stone porch. The headline of the paper that morning was talking about a supposed white fang attack on one of  the SDC's mines by terrorists. Of course, the details were slim at best. The SDC had, according to the paper, pettioned the Government of Atlas to go eliminate the threat of terrorists, and the government had, after about a week, decided to send several airships with Soldiers, Robots, and Paladins. The article said that they would be leaving today to accomplish their 'Just Assault'. I laughed to myself at that last bit. The newspapers are so goddamn biased that its comical. The fact that there was any news meant that there was something going on, if there wasn't a follow-up report in the paper within the week, I knew that it would mean that they failed. I finished drinking my coffee, put on my work clothes (as well as making sure to cover my wolf ears with my old cap), and grabbed my toolbox to go to the machine factory. I checked my watch, seeing that it was 6:30 AM, and started walking towards the factory's general direction. 

After ten minutes of walking, I ran into a major roadblock. Said roadblock was a massive riot, between members of the white fang, the racially motivated counter-protesters, and the unionists. Such street brawls were common within Mantle, as each group vehemently hated the others, however the sheer size of this one was incredible. Taking the street was out of the question, so I looked for alternative routes to my job.

After a brief few minutes, I decided to cut across to one of the apartment complexes. and to use their fire escape ladder to get onto the roof. I made sure to be quick so I would still be on time for my job. As I climbed the last of the ladders, I felt it groan under my weight. I got the rest of the way to the roof, without incident, and though the creaking of the ladder was startling, it was nothing more than that. I kept running across the apartments , jumping from rooftoop to rooftop. I quickly made it past those who were fighting. As I ran on, I looked back at the fighting, curious as to what had happened. I saw the usual sights that one would expect, everyone being rounded up by police and huntsmen, and put into the backs of squad cars and vans. The blaring of sirens and shouts of megaphones telling people to stand down continued throughout the streets.

'Upholders of peace my ass, they're little more than puppets of Atlas. A way to keep us all in line!' I scowled briefly before continuing on towards the factory.  I couldn't change a damn thing, and I had a better job than most, I knew that I had things that many others of my race didn't but that didn't stop the discontent of my thoughts, or the near-constant grumbling in my stomach