Team SAVG, The Shadows of Yor: RWBY Volume 2

Chapter 0: Prologue

Tomorrow marked the start of the second semester at Beacon for us students. It had been an interesting time so far, and this break was nice. For anyone who had it.

We didn't.

"Reaper, status?" Atlas asked me over our comms as I hid in a dark ally way. My blank, slate grey masked face turning a corner a bit to see the docks of Vale where a Huntsmen was doing a shady deal with some White Fang members. A rouge Huntsmen to be precise. How can I see all this with no eyeholes? Well these masks are state of the art tech. The outer layer is a visor that we can see out of with a displayed HUD; just very very sturdy glass almost. Our voices are scrambled to hide our identity, and our outfits are simple: combat pants and shoes with a long sleeved shirt, and a hooded cloak that when fired upon hardened and acted as a shield to cover us. All black, all fire proof, and customized plus fitted to our liking. I choose my cloak to be ragged and worn, torn up without loosing its usefulness.

"Target is starting the deal. We should engage before they scram, over." I say. My hand was on both my main weapon: Bloody Moon to turn into my Burial Blade, and the replica of an old man's gun we all received from Ozpin when taking the title Dredgen- Thorn. Incased in what could only be described as Grimm faceplate fragments and bones, the gun was sinister. It ate away at ones aura like it was nothing, and the story of the original says it could completely consume and bypass ones aura leaving them without it for the rest of their life. Dangerous stuff.

  "Negative Reaper; Wendigo move up, Osiris stay on overwatch for now. I'll keep the perimeter clear. The second the deal is verbally agreed upon and made you strike." Atlas said. I keep my eyes and ears open as the Rouge starts talking.

"Yes yes, it's all here. Now can I just get my money?" He asked.

"It looks to be all in order, I see no issues then. Get our friend here his money and we all can be on our way." The dealer says.

I open my comms again. "They're gathering Atlas. It's now or never." I say.

"Good, move in now!" With those words we attack. Osiris drops down on the lackey that had retrieved the case of money surprising all present. They picked up and aimed their weapons as Wendigo joined him. She shot the main bosses gun out of his hand allowing Osiris to take advantage and slam a palm into his face, pushing through his aura to break his nose. While they were dealing with the dealers the target had turned and began to run.

"Reaper, get on him!" Osiris called out as he held a person in place and allowed Wendigo to punch him across the face.

I started my pursuit, jumping over trash bins he brought down to try and escape. He hopped a fence but caught himself on the leg, cutting his thigh. "Gah, Damn it!" He yelled out as he let his aura heal the wound and continued running. I used my Semblance and effortlessly glided through the chain link. The idiot was not paying attention and ended up cornering himself in an ally. He pulled out his weapon- a literal chainsaw-sword hybrid. "Who the hell are ya huh?" He called out. "Some sorta cop!? I ain't being taken in ya bastard!" He yelled waving his weapon around like a maniac.

"Your right" my scrambled voice said through the mask "you won't be taken in. John Tevos, 37, former Huntsmen until a mission gone wrong resulted in the deaths of your team and the civilians you were tasked to protect. You ran, and instead of reporting this you began a life of crime. Murdered an inn keeper after running and denying your Huntsmen license, killed a family of 5 when they denied you shelter. All together though you've had a total of 11 murders." I say. I pull the pendent of Dredgen out from my shirt; it's chain around my neck as realization flashed across his eyes.

  "I know that symbol...it appeared on my license when they labeled me Rouge! What the hell!?" He asked out loud. His eyes wondered around till they saw the weapon on my back. The reason I could keep my own unlike the other three was because I already had a second identity. The Phantom Reaper, mercenary and hitman for hire on occasions. "Wait...wait wait wait wait! No no no no. Please man give a guy some mercy! I-I didn't mean it, honest!" He started begging.