It was a cold, brisk morning at Beacon. Despite the few students walking through the Academy in the early hours, the school seem to be a quiet ghost town as the sun had yet to burn through the morning fog. It was there, at the Academy loading dock that Savas stood, waiting for his apparent new teammates near the drop ship that would be taking them to where their mission was to be held. The scowl on Savas' face could clearly tell the other students passing by the distaste that the large faunus was feeling.
This is completely pointless... he thought, his scowl furrowing deeper, causing a few first year students who were gawking at him to shrink back and hurry off.
Twelve hours earlier...
"WHY THE HELL DO I NEED TO BE ON A TEAM AGAIN!?!?!" Savas roared, slamming his fist against the wooden desk, causing the wood to creak heavily under the force.
"My previous team is all but dead and it's my final year. There is no way in hell I would be able to get along with a completely new group, much less be the leader of it!" he yelled, his deep voice resonating through the room as well as the hallway. Trying to hold his frustration at bay as the professor before him sat quietly on the other side of the desk, Savas clenched his fists and took a couple deep breaths, though it did little to ease his frustration.
Listening to Savas rage on about the idea of being on a team, Oberon continued to sit there quietly and smoke his cigar. Sensing that the large faunus was trying to exercise some self-control, Oberon stood up and went over to the nearby window to look out of it.
"I understand your frustration, Savas. Alban and I had a lengthy discussion about this and we both agreed that the best thing for you is to keep moving forward." Letting out a puff of smoke, he turned to face the fourth year.
"I'm sure that is what Auburn and Vigdus would want. Not you staying in this state of mourning forever." Noticing the lad flinching slightly when he mentioned Auburn, Oberon knew that he had hit a sensitive topic.
"Auburn was a brilliant student" he said quietly, moving over to his desk and sitting on the edge as he looked straight at the large faunus in the eyes.
"One of the brightest students I ever had. Vigdus was also a great fighter, one of the best I had seen in awhile." Placing his cigar on his ash tray, he took a deep breath.
"Their deaths was a devastating tragedy to the school and there is no way we will ever be able to replace those two."Staring at Savas, Oberon smiled lightly, though it did not touch the sadness in his eyes.
"This new team is not merely a replacement for the ones you've lost, Savas." he said, placing a calloused hand on the giant's shoulder, who seemed to have calmed down.
"And I'm not asking you to replace them or to forget the ones you've lost. But this new team needs someone who has been through the fires." Leaning over, Oberon grabbed a folder, which held the details of each person on the team.
"Not to mention, but you are not the only one on this new team that has faced a tragedy. Rather, each other member has each suffered tremendous loss or hardships." Shuffling through each profile, Oberon placed the folder back on his desk.
"This team was created because of the tragedies each of you faced. Alban and I both believe that, when put together, the four of you will be able to help each other move forward in life." Picking up his cigar again, he took a puff.
"Not to mention that I firmly believe that the four of you will be a devastating force to reckon with." Moving over to where his chair was, he sat back down across from Savas.
"So, what do you say, Savas? Will you take this step forward and lead this team?"
Taking a deep breath, Savas let out a sigh as he began a quick breathing exercise to help calm him down and get ready to see these so-called new teammates he was to spend his final year at Beacon with. Looking at his Scroll, he put it away. Folding his arms and leaning against the drop ship, the giant continued to wait. Their mission today didn't seem to difficult from what the message that was sent to him and the other three read.
A simple Search and Destroy mission he thought. The message was clear: a nearby town had been overrun by a large horde of Grimm, leaving the town completely demolished. Their mission was to get to the town, search for any survivors, and then find the horde of Grimm and eliminate them all.
"Ngggrh...we'll see how this plays out" he muttered, looking back at his Scroll and then around to see if anyone was walking over to where he stood.