Forges of Remnant [RWBY x Adeptus Mechanicus]

Chapter Two: Lessons and Lies

Speech Syntaxes:
     +Speech+ Lingua-Technis
     "Speech" English
     'Speech' Thoughts

     The pale broken moon sat high in the sky as Seiji sat alone through the cold night. Eryu was called back down the mountain many hours ago, specifically he did not know for time was made abstract by the beauty of nature that surrounds him. The Magos Biologis that performed his conversation had given him night vision while implanting his eye augments, while this is not a rare occurrence something about it felt important. 'In my childhood I remember being able to read in the dark while the human kids had to long for a light. Sadly these augments are not up to par with faunus' night vision, it is pretty close.' Golden was shaken away from his thoughts when he spotted a glint in the distance. His hand fumbled into his pack for his radio. +Magi, this is Adept Seiji Golden. I have spotted an unknown flash of light around...400 meters out.+

     There was a long pause before a response crackled through. +All short range combatants are to descend to the mountain path. All long range units shall hide their weapons so the enemy does not see a glint from your scope.+ The adept checked his ammo for his flechette blaster before stuffing all of his gear back into his pack. From boulder to boulder Seiji slowly descended down the rock face, limiting the amount of noise he created. 'I wonder if these bandits are smarter in combat than grimm. This will be a great test to see if animalistic instincts beat out rushed human thinking.' Golden eventually reached the edge of the mountain pass. Under quick assessment, his chordclaw raked into the gravel and rubble creating a small ditch. Seiji laid down in it before partially covering himself with the rocks and dust he moved. 'Now to only wait.'

     Rita landed back upon the deck of the N.O.S. Ruthless with her squad. Servitors were moving the acquired goods back into the storage room as the warriors returned their gear to the armory. This lifestyle was simple. Search, chase, board. Rinse and repeat. But every now and then this cycle would be broken when they head back to the secret ports of Graia. She - nor any of the other people on board - have seen these docks with their eyes or know of their location. That information is only for the Magos Explorator in command of the fleet. 'It is understandable, don't want the Atlesian Fleet to learn of their location if any of us are captured.' Ballard plopped back unto her bunk, staring at the metal ceiling a few feet away from her face.

     Across the room dice were being shaken in cups and slammed unto the floor, as the gamblers called out bets. +I say there are...four sixes.+ +Five sixes.+ +You are both cowards, Eight sixes!+ +You think you are brave for saying that? Twelve sixes.+ +Bullshrak!+ +You calling me a liar? Well then let's see the dice.+ +Nine sixes, your cogs are mine!+

     In the other corner there was a group whispering stories to each other, though probably exaggerated. Rita yawned as she stretched her arms to the sky, her vision slowly faded as the adept fell asleep.

     A pure white archeopter landed onto a metal pad with wheels in front of an unsuspecting cave, Kemp and his squad rushing to stumble out of the transvector. A group of mono-task servitors waddled out of the cavern, ignoring the frigid winds of the Solitas night. An unknown tech-priest followed behind the metal slaves. +Come in, before the grimm get any closer.+ The wings of the archeopter slowly folded as the squad of servitors started to push it into the cave, Frost and his squad followed behind.

     Within the cave, they were greeted by pure darkness and the sound of gears turning and metal straining. The adept turned back to the entrance, which was slowly being blocked off by a solid steel door. Once the blast door shut however, harsh yellow lights flickered to life casting away the void. The unnamed tech-priest passed through the reclamation squad, stopping in front of Kemp. +You must be Adept Frost...I am Explorator Raven. I assume the box that you are carrying is why I am awake at this ungodly hour?+ The young adept nodded as he reverently passed the unknown object to the tech-priest. A dull pointed mechadendrite slipped out from under Raven's robes, slivering to the cog and skull symbol on the box. It pierced into the left eye of the skull before twisting clockwise, the tumbling of locks could be faintly heard. Raven slightly recoiled at the noise. +I believe this is a task better suited for a Technoarcheologist.+