The story begins in the midst of a brutal interstellar conflict known as Galactic World War VII. Tony Towson, a skilled soldier from the Pantheruos race, and Yemeni, his ally and eventual love, navigate the chaos of war.
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As more years passed and he continued to do what he had in the previous years, Raptor began to question the way this world was ran. Atlas for the most part, while it had a military and structure, was so poorly put together it made some insurrectionists forces look like professionals. Mistral and Vacuo were overrun with chaos that it would take countless years to even think about getting it in shape, and Vale was just... in the middle. It had structure and stability but it also had chaos and was in a disarray sometimes. He didn't know. A small amount of confusion had festered within him when he received a signal, it wasn't Pantherous Space Navel or from Remnant. It was something else and the signal was patchy but that could be dealt with in the future.
He had become a legend within the frontier, sometimes as a protector and savior while other times he was a ruthless killer. It didn't matter because he left before anyone could actually find him. Completing bounties ranged from eliminating Grimm and bandits to capturing outlaws that had escaped to the frontier. Having them alive was worth more and half the time he had to drag them across the ground with a rope before delivering them to the settlement. Nobody but foolish and suicidal individuals threatened him, he was known to find people with little information and nobody knew how he did it but they didn't ask. When he was in Atlas, he typically avoided the cities but was welcomed in some of the settlements. The outer Atlas settlements often provided him with a place to stay during blizzards and offered to give him a room for a week or two but he usually left after a day, onto the next one already. Bounty hunting was an ugly profession sometimes, but someone had to do it.
Things changed in the recent years, mostly the White Fang. Their protests became more violent. He did somewhat care for Faunus, didn't care if they had an extra appendage or not but what he really did care about was the fact that they were starting to turn their hate onto civilians. There was a bombing recently that had caught his attention and he had looked into it. Some White Fang had managed to infiltrate an apartment complex over in Atlas and set charges inside. That action killed dozens of innocent people and injured countless more. This was a problem that required careful planning and execution. The White Fang got worse in time and he started to treat them like insurrectionists or Covenant. Cold indifference and merciless elimination.
In the last couple of years he had started hunting them down ruthlessly, making entire camps disappear in a night and striking fear into them. They had created a rumor about him, saying "He is the personification of all the humans we had killed, the literal Grim Reaper". No one knew for sure because there was no one left to tell the tale, at least the ones in the camps. From that point on they stayed in the city, they knew if they went out into the frontier then they were on his radar. Very rarely did he enter the city when he tracked them into it and eliminated the cell, only being vaguely caught on the camera. It was how they came across his existence.
It was dusk as he traveled through a field in Vale. His cloak kept his body covered as usual and it looked more tattered due to years of travel but it still held true to him and kept his figure mysterious. This was the closest he's actually been to the city in years and it didn't bother him as much as it should have. Usually whenever he was in a settlement near the city walls, they kept their mouths shut about him. These things often happened when you save a settlement a couple of times or give them breathing room. He hadn't been to a settlement in months and he was nearing one if his map was correct. Though, it always was a good thing to prepare himself if it was destroyed and he would have to move to the next one.
His eyes suddenly flicked forward when he heard a commotion ahead and crouched down in the treeline. He observed three individuals cornering a woman with light brown skin.
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