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The Atlesian Military was the premier fighting force that Remnant has ever known.
Thanks to its relatively small population, it had built itself legions of robots that could drown battlefields in silicon and firepower in place of men. But just because they had robotic legionnaires didn't mean that it had neglected the human element.
The Atlesian soldier is a highly disciplined and well-trained combatant, armed with weapons that could give the creatures of Grimm a run for their money. While he was not as good as fully-trained hunstmen, he and his squad could be relied upon to do their jobs. There were also the Specialist Corps, an elite cadre of hunstmen-turned-soldiers. Arguably, they were one-man armies on their own but they weren't the ones that made Atlas so feared and respected.
What truly made Atlas a formidable Kingdom was not its robot legions nor infantrymen but its Navy.
The Atlesian Navy was the largest air fleet in Remnants history. It consisted of mighty battleships with the offensive power of 'fuck you' to small to sleek corvettes that could sow panic and chaos on opposing fleets. Its reach was considerable and would literally blot out the sun or moon wherever it appeared. Its offensive capabilities even coined the phrase:
"Piss off the Atlesian army and you'll be dead in a week. Piss off the Atlesian Navy and you'll be dead in a day."
With these in store, it was no wonder Atlas was considered a great power. But what does it do with its military might?
Does Atlas try to spearhead offensives against the Grimm? Does Atlas try and reclaim land lost from the Grimm?
To my great disappointment, it doesn't. Instead of doing any of those, Atlas's military merely performs dick-waving contests against the other Kingdoms and sits in the barracks eating glue.
I had read through numerous in-universe books and questioned military officers thanks to my father's contacts to find out why Atlas was so static and each of their responses were the same.
Status fucking Quo.
That and also thanks to the machinations of a certain Headmaster of Beacon who made the military look bad compared to huntsmen.
Why must the military plan offensives when they can just stay behind walls and maintain order? The public does not want offensives, the Councils of Remnant sure as hell don't want offensives and the Grimm could be dealt with easily.
"So let's just keep the way things are." they said. "It will be alright." they said.
From a lazy and practical point of view, it made sense. People are living life peacefully and the big scary Grimm are kept at bay by walls and or huntsmen. Why bother with the effort?
But from another point of view, keeping the status quo would only serve the Grimm and by extension, Salem. While Mankind and the Faunus cower behind walls and continents to keep themselves out of trouble, Salem can keep everyone in one place at one time and make her plan of killing everyone easier.
If the people of Remnant keep to the status quo then they will never be victorious against the Grimm. No one ever won wars by being on the defensive.
With those thoughts in mind and after I fulfilled my other responsibilities with Whitley and Weiss, I locked myself in my room to plan Fall Schwarz and Fall Grun.
The most important and far more dangerous target was Salem. Ozpin might be a reincarnating Wizard but he can't grow Grimm out of the ground like potatoes. Salem however can and let us not also mention her merry band of ruffians who were also capable of screwing with people in their own unique and little ways.
Salem was not going to be dragged out of her Palace in the Grimmlands so that meant that the fight had to be taken to her. Even if an offensive into the Grimmlands couldn't be achieved then what consisted of Fall Schwarz could be used in retaking lost territory from the Grimm.
The first step of Fall Schwarz was communications and that meant the construction of satellites.
The CCT Network was good enough in performing its job in telecommunications but the benefits of satellites were far greater. Fire-throwing ladies won't be able to implant viruses onto them and they weren't as vulnerable as the fuck huge CCT beacons.
This task I was going to give to Geppetto and his team. I had spent three goddamn years not only learning from them but also opening them up to my ideas. Last time I checked in, they were slowly opening up to my grand 'visions.' I guess it was time to test out how far I've prodded them when I was going to meet them again.
The second step of Fall Schwarz was armament. I had plenty of ideas but of all my ideas, I preferred my Plan's A and B.
Plan A was to build up an army with power armor. If Remnant could build mechs then they sure as hell could build power armor. In fact, it would most likely be cheaper and could comfortably fit in with the general Rule of Cool that the entire planet ran on and deliver the same firepower.
I envisioned the suits that the Terran Federation had in Starship Troopers: Traitor of Mars. It looked cool, was maneuverable, and allowed soldiers a lot of options in terms of firepower. And knowing Atlas, it loved its firepower.
It was also decently powerful and could be a boon for soldiers with locked auras.
Speaking of aura and semblances, I gave up questioning about it after a couple of years. I was not going to waste precious brain juice in figuring out magic systems and my logical and science-loving Terran head would break if I figured it out further.
Anyway, I then drew up the power armor designs I penned as MICA or Mobile Infantry Combat Armor. It was to be powered by dust because why the hell not. It was hypocritical of me to have my stuff powered by dust but until I had other alternatives available, I was going to use it. Anyway, the armor would feature a HUD system, night and thermal vision, a voice modulator, and a jetpack. Under the armor was going to be a skin-suit that could keep users cooled or heated depending on the climate.
Basically, it was the same armor from the show but it had slight differences. The armor's colour scheme was feldgrau and on the chestplate was the insignia of Atlas and on the sides of the helmet was the logo of my father's company, the Friedlich Eagle.
When I had finished the design, I snorted. The bloody thing looked like it was designed by a engineer working for a futuristic Wermacht. But that was okay, I guessed. The Wermacht definitely won the looks category when it came to designing their stuff.
Continuing on with Plan A, the power armored soldiery would then be heavily supported by artillery and gunships. These two things I was going to have to put in extra time to design.
As for Plan B, it was to simply follow's Atlas's modus operandi which was to drown the Grimm in the bodies of robots. It would not waste life and would be rather easy to do. If I was going to take that, I would be like Salem except this time, I'm sending out robotic hordes at her creations. Well, if Plan A was not going to viable, then I'd simply just improve upon the designs of the AK-130's to make them even more human-like. Probably even give them a modicum of self-awareness to increase their combat capabilities.
As I was about to make plans for Fall Grun, a sudden knock at my door interrupted me from my work. Irritation coursed through me as I left my desk and opened the door. There I found Whitley with a bright yellow ball in his hands.
"Yes, Whitley?" I said, my voice neutral.
The innocent look on his face just made it clear that he had no idea I was doing something important.
"Big bro Alex, I found a ball!" he said as he lifted it up over his head. "Do you want to play?"
My eyes darted back towards my desk and the half-finished drawings then back to the innocent expression on his face.
"Oh. Why not?" I said as I stepped out of my room. As I did, Whitley's smile grew ten-fold.
The things we do for the people we cherish....
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A/N: As Alex is still a bloody shota in this, I'll be doing another time-skip. I hope ya'll don't mind.