The Fallen (Fate/RWBY Crossover)

The Fallen IX

Howdy, I'm sure most of you were expecting this to come out the next month but nope! I have to get this out now because there is a good chance I won't be able to do anything with it for the summer since I'm gonna try for a job and I wanted to get this out quickly. As such I locked in for the last ten days and have been mostly focusing on this and that's why it's here now. I would like to say this is a combat-heavy chapter but I'm not exactly happy with the fight but every time I looked at it this was all it could be really so yeah, I hope you enjoy.

-OtherwiseR00K

Arthur grinned at the computer showing the work he'd managed to get done in a remarkably short amount of time. Most people would take close to two hours to get the CCT account processed and finalized but for one who had a hand in refining the tower and even worked on it in his younger years in Atlas so he could brute force his way through without a hint of suspicion. It was better to create a real one instead of faking it so the information he wanted leaked would not come under suspicion if the account was completely faked. All in all the CCT account took 12 minutes.

The next thing was setting up the message board account and then finding the specific location where he'd release the information. The news board itself, an amateur news bulletin anyone with a smidge of journalistic knowledge within Mistral knew was a goldmine for articles. Arthur knew this and was taking advantage.

Arthur was out to cause his own brand of chaos, maybe even a little vigilante hacking as well, just to add a little spice to his post. Arthur had decided to dive into the CCT a little deeper and dig into a few of the members of the Mistral Council. Specifically the corrupt ones.

Now this could be seen as counterproductive in the grand scheme of destabilizing Remnant as his mistress wanted. After all, criminals and corrupt politicians are some of the best ways to divide people. However, if you wish to divide the more powerful individuals in a Kingdom, you go after the corrupt.

Arthur decided to do just that. So he added a little bit of his own narrative, one he was sure the Mistral Times would at the very least runoff, if not use it as a blueprint. The Mistral Council was hiding the atrocities of these terrorist attacks around Anima but not to keep the people calm, no, they were doing it for profit.

It wasn't even completely false either. Arthur had found a few C-Mails between some of the Mistral Council and some smaller dust companies in Anima. Basically, there were dust deposits under a few of the locations where the Church operated, this was well known to the Church as they used them to feed their weapons.

Now, the fact that they were speaking with these companies wouldn't have been so bad even if they were released months ago the public wouldn't have thought much of it and just viewed it as typical. Dust was a needed resource and any deposits were valuable to the Kingdoms. The SDC was as powerful as it was for a reason after all.

This was where Arthur's narrative came in. Arthur was spinning the idea that the corrupt members of the council were using this terrorist group to destroy settlements that had dust deposits underneath. The terrorists would destroy the settlements and they would buy up the land and start mining.

Arthur frowned as he looked at that word. Terrorist. The name wasn't what he wanted to use as he'd planned on giving their interloper trouble but using him would be too much of a leap in the eyes of the public. The Black Swordsman, as unimaginative a name as one could be, was a hero in the eyes of the Anima settlers after all, and any dirt to his name wouldn't be applicable. It also had the chance of invalidating the narrative he was spinning so it was better to just leave it.

His narrative would sow enough discord anyway.

Arthur minimized the tab and opened another that was connected to the Squire's vitals. Arthur had made sure to connect a heart rate monitor to the boy to keep check on his vitals so he could track what the boy was doing. A raised heart rate meant he was most likely in combat and Arthur could track how long he was fighting.