"In a world where Grimm, Danger Beasts, Monsters, and notorious villains run rampant, there are those who stand against them. Benders, Huntsmen, Heroes, people who have the power to fight them, for the sole purpose of defending the innocent.
At leas...
In the floating city Atlas resides a large manor, vast as it was imposing. Here is where generations of the Schnee family grew in power in wealth due to their business, the Schnee Dust Company. For years the wealthy entrepreneur, Jacque Schnee lavished in the not so humble abode... until tonight.
Bursting through the doubled doors of the manor, two police officers escorted wealthy businessman bound in restraints that held his hands together.
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On most occasions, the arrogant and selfish Jacque would've protested against this, making excuses as he struggled to escape. But the selfish entrepreneur remained silent, as he knew his luxurious lifestyle was at an end.
For you see, arrogant Jacque believe himself to be superior to Faunus race, having them make up most of his workforce at his company, forcing them to work long hours in the dust mines, and barely paying them minimum wage. But his discrimination did not end there. Someone, somehow, hacked into his home computer where he kept all records of his transactions. Including those affiliated with the Wave crime syndicate, who specialize in dealing with stolen goods, and the occasional Faunus trafficking. Once these records were leaked online, within the day, Atlas's Police were at his doorstep.
As he was ushered to the flying police truck, Jacque hung his head, internally asking himself a flurry of questions. 'Why is this happening?' 'What did I do to deserve this?' And especially, 'Who is responsible for this?'
???: Hey, Mr. Pringle!
Jacque stopped in place, as he and the police looked up to where the mechanical voice came from. Hovering down from the sky, a metal man with one red eye on the left side of his faceplate came down, with blue flames erupting from his calves and back. One wouldn't be blamed, if they mistaken him for a new advanced model of Ironwood's robotic knights. But no, this was Atlas's resident hero, simply named, "Cyborg".
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With a metallic "Clunk", Cyborg's feet hit the pavement of the Schnee's driveway, before he crossed his arms, and laid his shoulder on the side to the police truck in a lax position.
Cyborg: See, this is what happens when you try to get slavery trending again. Don't drop the soap.
Hearing his cocky remark, Jacque knew he was the one who leaked the records. He wanted more than anything to scream his head off and chew the cyborg out. But the spoiled man was so defeated and distraught, he could only mutter quietly.
