Chapter One: Rouge Frost
Ever since the fall of beacon and the events that followed soon after, the world of Remnant has changed. The environment itself has gotten harsher and with ever expanding range of Grimm that plague the land. The huntsmen and huntresses are needed now more than ever. With the changing environments and the countless hordes of monsters that threaten the survival of the citizens of Remnant.
The academies have changed their policies to ensure the huntsmen and huntresses that are trained there, are to the highest standard before venturing off into the real world. However with times as they are, there is a lot of tension between the kingdoms and between themselves. The White Fang has gained more traction over the generations since the fall of beacon. To the point of separating themselves from their Faunus kin who don't believe in their methods.
The world is slowly tearing itself apart and many believe another great war between the kingdoms will happen, especially with destruction of Menagerie by the White Fang's hands forcing their brethren to take back what was originally theirs and not accept any fail attempts at unity that the humans may offer. However a fair amount of Faunus still want to live in peace with the rest of the world. Saying that all the kingdoms still have their fair share of internal conflict, Vale, Vacuo, Mistral and especially Atlas.
Atlas is still and will always be known for their technological and military superiority, however a line has started to form within the citizens crazy enough to survive in the frozen tundra that is Solitas. The social class standings is starting to put a wedge between the people of Atlas. The nobles families and any family with strong military ties are constantly making sure that anyone without that social standing are constantly reminded of their place.
A common place where these forms of conflict occurs is in Atlas Academy, especially amongst the first years that attend. Atlas Academy is one of the few places in Atlas where social standings has no effect. The only thing that matters is the Academy's internal ranking. The higher the rank one team gets, the greater opportunity they have to receive assignments that benefit the Academy as well as Atlas herself.
A young man who stood at a height of 5 foot 11 inches, with icy blue eyes that seemed to be daydreaming as he walked through the grounds of the Atlas Academy. His messy dark brown tousled hair had been blown about from the cold wind that came through the mountain range where the academy was built. However the temperature didn't seem to faze him due to the clothes he wore protecting his fair skin from the weather.
His attire starting from top to bottom consisted of a white tight compression shirt that formed over his upper, outlining some of his slightly defined body. On the right side of his shirt, over his right pec was his emblem that consisted of a black shape similar to his shield with a white feather top of it. Over the top of his shirt he wears a black leather jacket that almost looked like it came out from the classics, but with his emblem on the right upper arm of the jacket but the colours inverted.
The lower section of his attire consisted of a pair of white cargo pants that were held up by a black leather belt with a dull silver buckle. Around the sides of his belt where two pouches that he could store additional ammunition or other supplies if he chose to. On his feet are a pair of black capped boots that feel like he was wearing a pair of sneakers.
Although he did carry his weapon which was a shield that had a mixed look of a heater and kite shield but instead of curved edges, it had straight and true edges to the point of the shield. looked like a smaller version of itself when collapsed into portable form.
The underside of the shield held a long square tube which houses the barrel for his launcher that fires grenades at high speeds. The grenades that are used are cylindrical in shape and made specially for the weapon, which gives him much creativity when deciding on which grenades to use. They are loaded into a magazine size of four grenades each, and he seems to be carrying three spare while one is already loaded. The weapon's trigger has been heavily modified to act as a handle for the shield, although there is a button where his thumb could reach too.
The young man continued walking, paying no attention to a noblish looking human student that looked like he was having a one way insulting match to a less unfortunate Faunus student who must have been unlucky to be near him.
"You should learn your place you filthy peasant" The young nobleman said loudly to a Faunus student who looked like to be a first year student too.
As the noble continued to run his mouth at the unfortunate Faunus student, the young man let out a small sigh. He continued on his way, ever so slightly deviating towards the noble. As he passed by, the young man gave the noble the slightest nudge that just happened to have enough force to knock the noble into a mound of snow nearby which was removed from the walkways.
The noble quickly got to his feet, dusting himself in the process. He was trembling with rage because of that young man. "Unacceptable... this is truly unacceptable... First off some lower class rat had the audacity to tarnish my shoes... Now this... my clothes are ruined because of that scum…. I will make these common filth remember their rightful place." The nobleman thought while drawing his rapier from its sheath.
The nobleman stood 5 foot 7 inches tall with medium length blonde hair that was slicked until the collision. His outfit consisted of a white suit with silver pinstriping, gold embroidery and trimming. A gold coloured formal shirt underneath his jacket, a pair of pants that matched the suit jackets design. Made from the finest materials however due the collision they were crumpled and slightly stained.
On his feet he a pair of black leather shoes that also had an unsightly footprint embedded on it. Over his left shoulder sat a brown cloak with an gold underside, gold embroidery and trimming with his family crest right in the middle. His green eyes glaring intensely at the young man "How dare you filthy low class peasant scum" he shouted.
However the young man paid no attention to the shouting nobleman, he just simply wandered over to the Faunus who received a solid backhand from the noble prior to the yelling. The young man offered the Faunus a hand with his back facing the nobleman which enrage the nobleman even more.
The nobleman gripped his rapier tightly as he shouted "SUCH INSOLENCE…. DON'T YOU WHO I AM! I'M CEDRIC MARIGOLD, WITH A SINGLE WORD I…. WILL…. MAKE…. YOUR LIVES A LIVING HELL" as thrust his rapier towards the unprotected back of the young man.
However Cedric's attack was deflected by another person who seemed to appear out of thin air. This new person only stood 5 foot 1, wearing red hooded jacket with a white trenchcoat over the top. Both undone revealing a black shirt with 2 white diagonal lines, his trenchcoat contained silver embroidery and trimmings. He also had his hood up which obscured his face with some his crimson hair still being visible.
Around his neck sat a red scarf that matched his hooded jacket and a necklace with a pendant made from quartz attached to it. On his back was a holster that contained 2 curved swords and attached to his belt was an quiver mounted horizontally against his lower back, full of arrows. With a pair of black cargo pants that rested over his brown steel plated combat boots to round out his look. He also wore a pair fingerless gloves and had some climbing equipment holstered to his belt.
He stood there with grin on his face, holding an climbing pick in his right hand which he used to deflect Cedric's blow. "Foolish little daddy's boy, clearly he does not know the way in land…." he mocks with a long drawn out sigh. "To think some one of his so called stature would have been raised better, I guess the only rival his ego is his own stupidity" the crimson haired man added in condescending tone.
The crimson haired man glanced over his shoulder at the young man who help the Faunus student get back on their feet. "You alright there giant?" he asks while Cedric sieves with rage, trying to untangle his weapon from the crimson hairs climbing pick.
"Yeah I am…. Heh guess I owe you one now" the young man says as his attention is taken by a straight rumbling sensation. As the sensation grew, he could hear footprints which each step taken, the sounded more the rumbling of thunder.
"HOW…. DARE…." A brute of man broke through the wall of students watching this event happen, running over anyone in his way "YOU…. TREAT…." he shouts, armed with an giant warhammer, running as fast as he can. "THE YOUNG MASTER WITH SUCH DISDAIN!" he yells as he comes to stop with in hitting range of the crimson haired man. Using the momentum he gathered, he swung that warhammer with such a force, the shockwave knocked some of the people watching of their feet.
The crimson haired man could only watch as head of the warhammer got closer, it was moving at such a speed that he knew he couldn't avoid it, all he could do was watch. Such a blow would surely drain his aura and break a fair amount of his bones. Within a second the view of the warhammer vanished behind the shield of the young man. The sound from the 2 weapons clashing rang loudly to the point of shattering all the windows in the vicinity.
After the sound dissipated and everyone could hear again, the young man had a big grin on his face as he looked at the man with the crimson hair "Looks like we are even now"
The crimson haired man could only looked slightly surprised at the how effortlessly he stopped the warhammer before a grin was plastered on his face "Sure, The names Van" he replied back to the shield wielding teen who just save him from world of hurt.
"Dust…" The shield teen returned the gesture still holding his shield against the warhammer with ease "Shall we break loose and teach these guys a thing or two?" he added as he pushed against the brute's hammer forcing him back a few steps beside Cedric.
"Wha? H - How did you?" The brute said in confusion as Van smirked as he got ready with his climbing pick alongside Dust who were ready to combat the two noble teens that started the fight. This had lead to Cedric gripping his rapier tighter in his hand.
"You insolent lower class filth!" Cedric was now starting to be heated up by Van and Dust, at how they defy him. "Brutus let us show what happens when filth defy us" he said to the brute, clearly friends or maybe a servant to Cedric.
Brutus gave a nod as he readied his giant warhammer, keen to break through the shield that Dust wielded "I would be glad too Young Master" he replied to Cedric.
Cedric moved first as he went after Van thrusting his rapier at his chest, intended to make quick work of him, but that did not go to plan as Van moved his climbing pick in a small arc catch the rapier's blade pulling it to one side away from his body. "Telegraphed... " Van said in a taunting manner.
Cedric sent another flurry of thrusts, each being parried with Van's climbing pick. "This is boring…" Van said to himself as he spun around one thrust that Cedric had committed to, swing his climbing pick straight up against the rapiers hand guard forcing the weapon out from the wielder's hand.
Cedric looked stunned as a commoner had bested him, a nobleman who was trained by one of the best teachers that his father could buy. While Cedric was having an internal monolog with himself, Van looked over to see how Dust was doing.
Dust was fighting against Brutus who was swinging his warhammer around like a madman, in attempts to crush the little pest in front of him. Which each swing, a shock wave was created from the sheer mass of the weapon, colliding into any poor soul within proximity of the fight. However the shield wielder just effortly sidestepped, hopped and jumped over the warhammer as it swung through, even carrying his shield to boot. "Stop moving, you little, pest!" Brutus roared as he went for an overhead swing aiming for Dust.
Dust could not help but to smiled as he held his shield on an angle for the strike from the warhammer, sending it off to the side of himself into the ground cracking the reinforced pathment. Taking this chance Dust kicked the handle out of Brutus's grip before pushing him back with his shield, to gain some distance as he was getting ready to charge at the Brute. Brutus was aiming to do the same and charge back at Dust, but before anyone could move an echoing voice was heard right before a sound of many marching mechanical feet.
"Enough!" a voice boomed across the academy grounds, belonging to a professor of the academy. He could be made out to be one as there was a name badge on his suit jacket that stated his name as 'Professor Raftsman'. The marching was heard where the Atlesian Knight 200's that accompanied him, armed with rifles ready to neutralize any threats that would cause a disruption the student body.
"Stand down and stow your weapons. Failure to do so will be met with force" Professor Raftsman ordered, as the Atlesian Knight 200's took aim at the four students. Dust and Van gave each other a nod as collapsed their weapons, putting back in their respective spots as Cedric and Brutus did the same with theirs.
The Atlesian Knight 200's lowered their rifles, before continuing to march after Professor Raftsman as he lead the way between the two sets of teens "I will overlook this incident as it is your first day here to this academy, but don't fight unless sanctioned by the professors or the authorized personal. Carry on" Professor Raftsman said to the four students before leading his small squad of mechanical soldiers away.
Cedric quickly grabbed his rapier followed by Brutus who took his warhammer from the ground quickly collapsing them into their more compact form for travel and convenience. "Don't think this is the end you low class filth!" Cedric stated as he rushed off to the academy building knowing that he was almost in trouble by the professor. Brutus had followed Cedric's lead, but not before giving Dust an intimidating stare.
Dust just shook his head at the brutes actions as he turned to Van his hand out to him "Nice to meet you" He said to Van as other students started to look at the pair questionly as what just happened.
"The pleasure is mine, Dust" Van replied as he took Dust's hand into his own giving him a firm shake. As the students started to make their way to the academy building for the new year's speech given by the Headmaster.
Meanwhile in one of the Academy's tower like buildings. The Headmaster was with some other professors besides Raftsman, looking on at the display of school yard fight. "Why did Raftsman not punish those students, they need to be taught about the rules of this academy" One professor who was tall and skinny said with much distaste to what the four students had done.
"They are not students of this Academy yet, so they are not in the wrong. They don't know the rules yet, and to be fair the nobles started the fight" A female professor this time smaller than the last one made her point noted.
The skinny professor only gave a unsettling 'humph' as the Headmaster looked at the Van and Dust as they both started to make their way respectfully to the same building that the he was in "Without a doubt we have some interesting freshman this year. I must be off to greet all of the students this year" the Headmaster said to his other professors as he left the room closing the door with the plaque reading 'Headmaster Stirling'.
Soon enough Dust and Van had entered the first tower of the Academy, being guided by staff towards a grand hall where it looked like all the students were gathering. As the freshmen entered the hall, the eyes of current student body focus on the freshmen from the viewing platforms that make up the upper floors of the building. Those students start to discuss amongst themselves at the view of the people standing below.
Right at the very end of the hall, on the second floor balcony. An male figure appears, dressed in white suit befitting of a military general. Standing 6'4" with a rather muscular build. Medium length grey hair that's parted in the middle and a neat trimmed beard. This man has a black eye patch that covers the majority of the right side of his face. His hands were covered up with white gloves that matched his attire.
Looking over the student body of his academy with his green coloured eye. Headmaster Stirling raises his fists into the air and slams them down hard onto the railing, bending them in the process. The crash echoed throughout the hall that sounded almost metallic in nature. With an booming voice that followed soon after, "QQQQUUUUUIIIIIEEEEEETTTTTT!".
Once their ears stopped ringing, all the students were now focused on the Headmaster. "You have travel far to reach this point in life, some further than most. You stand here because you all have heard the call. A need for Huntsmen and Huntresses, Remnant is not like the stories of old, it has changed. The need for Huntsmen and Huntresses is greater than it's ever been before. You stand in these very halls because you have the desire to fulfill this requirement life has place….
Now I will be frank with you all, the path you all have chosen to take, is not an easy one. Many will fall, most will fail, if you cannot survive this academy, then you have no chance at becoming a Huntsman or Huntress that you so desire. This is Atlas Academy, we only train the finest, we welcome you to take this challenge as we forge the next generation of Huntsmen and Huntresses."
Even though Headmaster's was short and brief, his words seemed to have left an impact on the new students as applauses from the students on the higher floors echo throughout the building. Amplifying the impression the Headmaster left from his speech.
Hello Everyone,
This is Quake and Avis here to present a collaboration story in the RWBY-Verse Fandom. We both have put off some projects, due to our busy lives, and stupendous writers block that had plagued both of us when we tried to gain some ideas for this project.
We thought of this idea a while ago, and we could not put it together until we were sold on the idea together before moving forward. Now that we have some agreement on this idea, and setting we have started this collaboration story.
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