In the Squalor...
(Noctis POV)
In the Dark shadow of Atlas in the city of Mantle, you sat in the bar with a quiet look.
"Ironwood's speaking more and more drivel." You said looking at the screen of the broadcast.
"Careful...Huntsman, with the trouble going on up top, those words might get you killed." The Bartender said as the tab was handed over.
"You already know I paid. A day in advance too." You said looking at the tab.
"New policy, keeping the huntsmen off the liquor, It's a sensible thing." he said as you finished the glass.
"Great another wise ass decision from on high by guy's that don't give a rats ass about us, TO the city in the sky! May it crash and kill them before killing us first." You said.
It was another day of this, a few months out and the only thing you had to show for an entire education in the Academy is a sense of bitterness and a feeling of emotional pain.
You lost people, mostly bright-eyed kids who needed a slightly more experienced student to see them through. Alas...the Grimm can't touch them now.
You could still feel the blood, hear the screams and the howls of agony. You chaperoned over 430 students with that Atlas military detachment.
You came back with 80 still unphased...200 injured to various degrees and a few hundred corpses, some were huntsman that tagged along. Others were the soldiers...but the majority were those bright-eyed youths that wanted to fight monsters.
And paid the price with their lives.
The Doors opened as you felt the room shift.
"For the Last time Robyn...if you ask me if I want to join your useless set of misfits for "The Sake of Mantle" I will shove all the blades at my disposal up your ass." You said as you guessed what might happen next.
You assumed that it would devolve into swearing or a fight just like last time. Or she might drag you to yet another political circus for gods know whatever reason at this point.
Maybe she'll try to kill you and make you a Martyr? You were one of the more noticeable of Mantle's huntsman in spite of or because of your youth dicking around in the Tundra.
The things you saw out there...things she couldn't even believe.
"I wasn't gonna make you into a tool of politics. Just a Dog of the Military." The voice was cheery, fitful but above all, comforting, like a lost puppy.
Which was exactly the point with this little problem. "Marrow."
"Noctis... how's life been?" he said taking a seat as you felt his tail move agitatedly.
He was gauging you...Clover must have put him up to this, the bastard, why put Marrow on the spot for your wrath when he didn't have the guts to face you himself.
It probably had to do with the fact that you despised him for his shitty luck semblance, his unquestioning nature and trust in Ironwood...or the fact he and a few of them feared your...libertarian way of thinking when it came to following Ironwoods orders.
That is to say not following them at all and went freelance when you graduated and your graduation speech was full of nothing but insults to the Ace Ops system and the Militarization of the Huntsman as a whole in Atlas.
You also thought that Ironwood was a sellout to the SDC, witch only heightened your distrust and hatred of them. And of course it had nothing to do with your home, possessions and other such things being taken by the state many years ago.
Robyn wasn't the first political idealist trying to fight the system...that had got your parents killed and their supports lumped in with radicals...leading to political repression and you on the streets of Mantle, with no opportunity. Save an Unlocked Aura..and a semblance you didn't even understand.
"Marrow...I'm doing as well as I can, given the circumstances I find myself in now." You said. "Witch is a step up compared to where I was a few years ago."
Going from eating restaurant garbage as a kid to a huntsman academy graduate to a PTSD rode man before 25 living in a loft above a bar... which was a rapid improvement from the last time you two met when you tried to rob him.
"Ouch...the offer is still open. If you still think it's worth it." He said.
"I told Clover I'd consider it when his blind ass is dead." You said. "And I'm talking about his unwillingness to see beyond his orders, see the bigger things than him."
The insult you threw at him was lobed at the one above him and not him, but the sentiment still hurt.
"You don't think I give a damn? Or feel for what's going on?" He said.
"Well you work for an increasingly authoritarian regime, with a mass wealth divide and a breeding ground for race riots and civil conflict we can ill afford and Ironwood is going full throttle with his plans I no idea what they are and Clover has the Gaul...to put you in the line of fire of my response. Rather then take it himself." You said standing as the sitting Faunus grew more and more agitated.
"I can't exactly see no to him you know...being my superior and all." He said.
"He's disgraceful is what he is." You said. "He is an officer, one that suffers with you in many respects...but when things go to shit, he will send you to your death without a second thought."
"That's the reality Noctis...we have to make unpleasant choices." He said.
"The best way to fix this is to put the three biggest problems in Atlas to the sword." You said bitterly.
"Careful with those next words Noctis...some might consider them treason." Marrow said as his hand went to his weapon.
"There is saying a treasonous thought and acting on them, Marrow, the mark of a true man is being able to figure out if words indeed are wind, or acted on with fire." You said as you prepared to leave.
"So witch one is it? Do you really mean what your saying?" He said.
"I'm not a Political Radical like Hill, Marrow...If I find a better option that isn't Jaques Schnee, James Ironwood,Robyn Hill or Oblivion I'll take it." You said.
"Not a lot of Options if your going to find a better way in this town." Marrow said.
"Unlike the lot of you...I'm keeping my Eyes open on the bigger scope." You said.
"There's only Evils in this town Noct...one of these days you got to choose." He said.
"Greater Evil's and their derivatives...Lesser Evils and their derivatives, Oblivion...All of those are terrible options. If I had to choose between one of those evils or another...I'd rather not choose at all." You said.
Marrow gave a hurt look. "Choose right bud...you know I'm right. Only bad choices in this town."
"Then your not looking hard enough." You said with a small pat to his head.
AN: Well, this is interesting...I wonder what Mantle and Atlas Hunters really think about the mess going on, and that I think they hate the whole rotten thing or at least think more like Noctis.
And if your all wondering who this is, its Noctis from Atlas Acension...since this is Canon, he's had an extremely rough life compared to the AU many played.
I hope this works as an omake