The night was dark, cold, and harsh. A train, bulky and steel-gray, pushes through the harsh ice of Solitas. The locomotive was rushing and rushing into the night, its engine getting louder and louder with every motion. The captain and his best mate are monitoring the engine in the captain's quarters. Overlooking their map, the grizzled captain takes off his cap.
"Houston", the bearded man asks, "How far are we?"
"1280 pegs, sir." The thin private started. "Our dust shipment will be on time by sunrise."
The captain sat back down, reminiscing. For 40 years, he'd been shipping dust for the Schnee Dust Company. No matter how hard the job was, the countless hours, the risk of being ripped alive by Grimm at any moment, he always shipped his parcels on time. But something seems odd. The timing, the location, everything. The captain wanders in his thoughts, before turning to his private.
"Private", the captain turned, "Don't you think something is off?"
The private turns to his superior. "Not sure, sir. How so?"
"The air seems...crisp. Do you think there are bandits here?"
"N-no? Plus, we have that huntsman on board. Things'll be fine."
The captain was hesitant towards the private's hopeful tone. "Alright, if that huntsman can prove his wor-"
"Boom!"
As the pair entered into a cabin and the smoke engulfed the room, rifles with beams of red light pointed at them. The captain opened his eyes, and saw a squad of bandits, coated in all-black and purple, aiming at him and the private. The leader, with a cowboy hat and mask as the only notifier of his rank, walked towards him.
The bandit pulls a pistol.
"Listen here, part'ner, " The man says in a thick, Western accent. "Give us the dust."
The captain looks towards the man. His dull brown eyes stare towards the captain. The captain looks to his private, held hostage by the goons. The captain nods, walking towards one of the many storage units in the cabin. The captain types a passcode on one of the units, revealing a dozen chests full of dust. The bandits then carry the chests waiting for further instructions.
The leader steps away and waves a hand motion at his men to release the private. They let go of him before kicking him down to the ground. "Well sir," the lead bandit glares towards the captain. "We'll be going no-"
The room's lights go dark. Everyone, the bandits, the crew members, are all clueless. The bandits take out their lights, surveying the cabin. "Sir, nothing here," states one of the bandits.
The leader turns around, thinking he heard someone jump. He turned around before being hit by the blunt of what seemed to be a weapon. He is staggered as his men shoot at the man. Both captain and private duck down as shots are exchanged. The unknown huntsman isn't seen, but from what the captain can hear, they're slashing and taking down the bandits, with each of them down one by one with little effort. The lead bandit points his gun at the cloaked man.
"Hands up!" The lone bandit shoots his pistol to the ceiling. The huntsman puts his hands up, his gloves in the air. He backs away slowly, the bandit walking slowly back to open the chest. Right as the bandit reaches for the chest, the huntsman taps his boot. The bandit turns back.
"Huh?"
From the huntsman's hip, a silver rapier launches out of his sheath, its pommel striking the bandit on the chest, stunning him. The bandit reaches for his pistol, about to shoot before the huntsman takes his rapier with his feet and throws it, stabbing the pistol to the floor.
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SAPH: Blue Jay
FanfictionA 16-year-old Jason aspires to be a Huntsman like his parents but with one con. He hasn't unlocked his Semblance. But when the opportunity of a summer camp arises from his cousin Ruby, Jason takes the chance, wanting to unlock his Semblance and furt...
