Trailer chapter 1: T
I do not own RWBY, it was made by Rooster Teeth and Mounty Oum (God bless his soul), just the OCs for the extra parts of the story.
"A young man who does not have what it takes to perform military service is not likely to have what it takes to make a living. Today's military rejects include tomorrow's hard-core unemployed."
John F. Kennedy
3rd POV
1130 hours
BOOM!
An artillery shell is fired off, filled with fire dust.
Fort Fargent. One of Atlas's major listening posts against the White Fang Faunus freedom group, resting just outside of Atlas, was turned into a White Fang secondary base of operations last month. There have been several fire squads sent in to deal with them, but none of them made it past the bombardment of the mortar launchers. To make matters worse, lately the White Fang have been getting better equipped, including better guns and plenty of reinforcements. So far the Atlas military have made an attempt to make a camp just half a mile away from the new enemy base.
"So far it's been nothing but dead Atlas soldiers and White Fang freedom fighters that have strayed to far out from their bases, gunfire, mortar bombings, and waiting around. It's been like this all goddamn week, sir" said an Atlas soldier just outside the C.O.'s tent to a child.
Standing six-foot two-inches, at the age of seventeen, was a child with short black hair covered by a red beret that had the symbol of a blue piston with electricity surrounding it on the front of it, and orange eyes that's seemed to be reading everything around him all at once every so often. His face was toned as much as his body was, and showed confidence, even with the seemingly endless artillery fire. Yet not a single scar adorned his battle hardened, face.
He wore a set of combat armor consisting of black, Dust steel plated, combat jeans; a large black, Dust steel plated combat vest that covered all but his forearms and hands, however most of the forearms were covered by blood red combat bracers, and his hands by black combat gloves; finally he wore blood red combat boots that he had the non-armored parts of the jeans, comfortably tucked into.
On his back was a rifle that looked similar to what one of the weapons soldiers would use before Huntsmen and Huntresses were around: a SCAR-H rifle with a black paint job, a red stripe going across the left side of the gun horizontally, and a blue stripe going the same direction as the first stripe but on the right instead, it stuck to him by a magnetic plate on his combat armor. At his hips, were two M1911 pistols that had the relatively same design as the rifle, except both had dark blue stripes going down both of their grips. On his chest, rested in a holster, was a .45 magnum with a twelve inch barrel and an eight round cylinder that was colored orange. To top it off was a two foot combat knife, resting in a sheathe, behind his left shoulder blade.
His name was Ickarus Tesla, and he was having a bad day.
"I bet it's going great since everyone you've sent in has died so far" Ickarus said sarcastically as he entered the tent.
"…and where the hell are the supplies and extra troops you were sending!" said the angry C.O., Sergeant Major Chris Moore, to General James Ironwood, the leader of the Atlas military.
"'He' should be there shortly-"
"I'm here" Ickarus cut in.
"Ah Ickarus Tesla you're there, good. Sergeant, you will be taking orders from Mister Tesla now" said Ironwood calmly.
"WHAT?! I ASK YOU FOR HELP AND YOU SEND SOME MINDLESS KID WITH A BUNCH OF GUNS TO REPLACE ME?! WHAT KIND OF BULLSHIT IS THIS?!"
"And you are doing what exactly, Sergeant?" Ickarus said with a slightly angered face, but not raising his already strong voice. "Sending more of your 'subordinates' to the front line to die while you're bothering your higher ups instead of fixing the damn problem yourself with your brothers in arms? Because that's what I'm seeing."
Moore's face was redder than a strawberry's skin as he clenched his fists in rage.
The child then continued "And it's not 'some mindless kid' thank you very much: it's MAJOR Ickarus Tesla, Sergeant."
Moore's face then went pale and his eye's went wide, and he broke out in an apologetic salute.
"I'm so sorry, sir! I didn't realize it was you, sir! If I may add, sir, I thought you were older…sir!"
Ickarus looked unimpressed, but his face softened and he then turned towards the tent exit and stated "Well then, as my first, last, and only order, I want you to tell all the soldiers to come back to base, and tell them to take a rest, get them patched up, and send them back home."
Moore then asked, still holding the salute "Sir, if I may ask; what are you going to do, sir?"
He stopped walking, turned his head, and said in a prideful voice "I'm going to give them one last chance to leave, if they don't; then I will take no prisoners, afterwards I'm going to a world conference on how the White Fang does this kind of crap because of Faunus prejudice". He said with the last part being a bit of dark humor.
He continued walking back to the tent exit and said "oh, and one more thing: report to your C.O. for your new placement, dismissed!" He yelled nearly shaking the tent, and then left without a word.
1200 hours
"Sir, I have a new report, the Atlas soldiers seem to be fleeing back to their base." A random White Fang grunt said. (All W.F. grunts are dressed like this save for their animalistic traits, and a select few special Faunus, who has different attire in the story) She wore black jeans with light leather padding, sneakers, and an armored black hoodie. She also wore a mask that covered half her face and a pair of fox ears came out at the top of her head.
Hunigan Mars, the C.O. of the new W.F. Base, was surprised to say the least. He wore the same as what regular W.F. grunts would wear, but he wore all black with a red full face W.F. lieutenant mask "So they finally surrendered?"
"No, sir" the W.F. grunt stated "it seemed that everyone had left, but then an unidentified child walked into the warzone."
"What?" Mars asked with a puzzled voice. "I want to see this" he stated as he walked to the roof of the large building were the artillery mortar launchers were.
Out in the field stood Ickarus. With a scowl on his face and a…megaphone?
(Megaphone activation noise) "Attention W.F. personnel, I am giving you all one chance, surrender now and I won't attack you. In fact I'm willing to let all of you leave with your lives, right now." He then turns off the megaphone and throws it to the side.
…
Silence.
Nothing but silence.
Then Mars starts laughing.
Soon, all of the W.F. personnel on the roof start to laugh along with him.
Ickarus's scowl then deepens.
Mars briefly stops laughing, picks up one of his own megaphones and says "Attention, stupid human, I don't know who the hell you are, but you need to realize that you are out gunned, out matched, out classed, and are about to get out smarted." He drops the megaphone and signals the mortar loaders.
"READY"
They load the mortars.
Ickarus sighs and draws the pistol on his right hip: Zap.
"AIM"
They adjust the aims and sound off that they're ready to fire.
Ickarus turns the safety on the gun to 'off', and pulls back the slide, putting a bullet in the chamber.
"FIRE!"
All mortars fire off.
Ickarus raises the barrel of Zap into the air and exhales.
Mars turns to his fellow W.F. grunt "so tell me, how is he dangero-"
He's interrupted by a series of gun shots and explosions. He looks back to see the 'child' lower his pistol that he just fired at the mortars.
"What the hell, He blew up all of the goddamn mortars with only ten rounds?!"
"What is this guy, super human?"
"Who is this guy?"
The W.F grunts started to talk about the strange child on the field, pushing the temper of Mars out a bit.
"EVERYONE SHUT UP AND START LOADING UP THE MORTARS!"
Ickarus then inhaled; suddenly time seemed to slow down to a stop. Marksman eye, his semblance, lets him see everything in slow motion and speeds up his reaction time.
During that breath he squeezed the trigger five more times, afterwards Mars turned to find five dead mortar gunmen.
Mars looked furious to say the least.
"GRAAAAAAAAHHHH, KILL THAT LITTLE PUNK! STAB HIM, STRANGLE HIM, SHOOT HIM, I DON'T CARE! JUST KILL HIM!"
Ickarus quietly changed the mag in Zap, holstered it, and started running forward at the old fort.
"Fire, and don't stop shooting" after shouting this, Mars ran back into the base to find cover. He knew that they were going to be in for the fight of their lives.
Ickarus was a blur while he was running, then all of a sudden; mortars came out flying at an alarming rate.
"So they're finally taking this seriously, eh? It's about time, I thought they were gonna treat me like a kid during the entire damn fight."
Ickarus then drew his identical pistols: Zip and Zap, and started clearing an opening for the large front gate of the base, by shooting his way through the mortars and picking off the mortar launcher's wielders.
When both guns clicked empty, he ducked behind some rubble for cover, reloaded Zip and Zap, and came flying out of the cover as fast as he entered it.
He repeated this process until the mortar bombing stopped. He stood there patiently, waiting for what they were about to do, if they did something at all.
"…Is that really all ya got?" Ickarus shouted out.
Just then, the gates burst open and out came a large platoon of W.F. swords man, all armed with the signature red Dust steel machetes that they love so much, but oddly enough they had steel riot shields with the W.F. symbol on them.
"Clever, but here's a rule of war for you: never bring a sword to a gun fight" Ickarus stated so as-a-matter-factly while he holstered his pistols, and drew the rifle: Plink, off his back.
He checked the mag, making sure it was the right ammo: ice Dust rounds. He then loaded the mag back in, slapped the slide forward, turned the safety off, and started shooting.
The W.F. grunts all thought that he was shooting at them directly, so they didn't notice the large patches of ice forming in front of their feet.
Ickarus chuckled at the sight of his so called 'enemies' as they helplessly kept slipping on the ground.
He then started to walk around the large patch of Dust made ice while whistling a happy tune.
By this time, all of the grunts got to their feet, but they found that their enemy was not where he was last. They started looking around, until they heard someone whistle at them from the location of their base.
There stood their enemy.
A child, who looked like a walking tank.
Rifle slung onto his shoulder.
Standing in the doorway of their base.
"Thanks for the VIP entrance guys, really appreciate it. Chao." He waved at them then slammed the large, ten foot, solid steel door like it was nothing, and heard and all too familiar 'clunk' of the large lock on said door.
…
"We're so dead" a random grunt said.
Just then came the sound of a few dozen rifles being switched from 'safety' to 'single shot', and as the grunts all turned around, at least five of said grunts had a liquid coming from their pants.
"Yeah, you are" said one of the Atlas soldiers.
The W.F. grunts then all dropped their weapons, raised their hands in the air and then got on their knees.
The sound of handcuffs locking in place was all that was heard outside.
1416 hours
1stPOV: Ickarus
"Today is just one of 'those days' isn't it" I thought to myself as I put another W.F. grunt out of commission by hitting him with the stock of my rifle.
Some days, all I have to deal with is an awful training regimen filled with nothing but one-handed push-ups, pull-ups, and an ass-load of cardiovascular endurance training.
Other days I was put onto the field to hunt random Grimm or eliminate random threats to the city.
Then there are 'those days'. An example of 'those days' is when I had to stop a breach in the wall with my friend, Jason Armstrong, without any other form of backup, stop a bank heist while not going to violent measures, and then having to arrest a drunk dog Faunus without using lethal force…that one was the hardest out of all of them though, because he would just. Not. Stay. The. Hell. DOWN!
Being shot at and chased around by W.F. soldiers, in an old listening post that I've never been in before…yeah, today qualifies as one of 'those days'.
While I'm aimlessly walking around, I wind up in the storage area of the building. It's the typical kind of storage room for an army base of any sort: a large room with several dusty boxes of unused equipment and ammo here, some broken down machine pieces there, the leader of the W.F. base in the center of the room…
…
…waait…
…what?
Even though he was wearing a mask, I could tell that patience was not one of his greatest of virtues.
"Oh…hi there, where you looking me?" I said sarcastically with a small frown.
"Your damn right I have, you've caused us enough trouble-"
"Now hold on a sec, you're the one who attacked us, I'm just the one who they hired to stop all of it… on a side note: I've only killed ten of your soldiers: the five mortar bombers on the roof, then five more who were pointing guns at me in the worst of situations where I had to kill them to defend myself. The rest I just knocked out. Not to mention the guys outside who bum rushed me with swords, all I did was give them a tough time to catch up to me and locked them outside. Plus: I'm not a racist, you don't see me relishing in the death of Faunus, that's why I've been mainly knocking your men unconscious."
"Well about you killing my friends, that's ten too many; now would please kindly stand still and DIE!"
He snapped his fingers, thus signaling seven more grunts to come out of their hiding places around large room. Five of them were normal, run of the mill grunts. But the other two were weird.
The last two seemed to be twins of a sort; they both had the same armor as all of the other grunts, except one was entirely blue and black with a blue shoulder guard on his left shoulder, along with a black fox tail; the other bore red and white with a red shoulder guard on his right shoulder for armor, he also had a white fox tail.
They both drew two Katanas, and flipped them over their heads in a showcasing manor, and doing this weird tribal dance with the swords, and adding some odd chant to it to make it look menacing.
Basically, they were showing off.
They weren't all that impressive.
Mars then let out a clichéd hardy, villain laugh.
"Whoever kills him, will get a good word in with Adam."
I sighed and started making a plan while the twins charged at me.
'Okay so I have two options: one, I can do this guns blazing and get this over with; or two, I can give them a chance to fight back and do some CQC.'
They slashed at me in an X-shaped pattern as I dodge rolled backwards and out of the way.
'Fine a bit of both.' I thought as I drew the magnum on my chest: Boom with my right hand, and unsheathed the two foot K-bar knife on my left shoulder blade: Reserved with my left hand, flipping it in my hand to a back handed grip.
"I'm waiting" I said with a bored, waiting for someone to make a move.
Combat music (optional): Agent Tex (instrumental), by Jeff Williams
The blue twin charged in first, swinging upwards with his swords, that left an opening for me to slash at his torso.
I hit him, but it deflected off with a loud 'thunk'.
'Damn, must be armored' I thought to myself as another grunt attacked me from behind with an axe that was easily blocked by my knife, I then disarmed him with said knife and sent an explosive round from my magnum into his chest that sent him flying into the wall.
'He's going to feel that when he wakes up' I thought as he hit the floor and I dodged a machete aimed for my neck from another grunt, by somersaulting forward.
I then kicked him back into another W.F. grunt and shot an explosive round between their feet, effectively sending them flying into two more unsuspecting grunts, knocking all four unconscious.
The twins then charged me again, the blue one attacked first, flailing his swords wildly at me, while I simply just kept stepping back, he then left himself open by swinging both of his swords up, but when I went to slash at him, the red one charged at me, causing me to roll out of the way of the attack and away from the intended target.
'Okay, close range doesn't work, time for ranged.'
I sheathed Reserved and put Boom back into its holster. Afterwards, I pulled Plink off my back and changed the mag from ice to fire Dust. I fired off a few shots toward the red one, all of them landed on his chest perfectly.
I shot at the blue one, but, but oddly enough, he kept blocking my rounds while flailing his swords around.
'Okay, ranged for red, melee for blue'
I then turned my sights for the red one and I shot him down until I ran out of ammo in my current mag. I reloaded Plink and resumed fire until he ran out of Aura.
I then rushed forward, and proceeded to bash the stock of my rifle into his head once, effectively knocking him out.
As soon as I turned my head, the blue one rushed forward, prepared to stab me with both his blades.
All I did was step back and watched as he stabbed his swords into the ground.
He looked up at me with a feared expression.
"Aww, did you not hit me? Oh, that's a damn shame" I said as I did what the same to him as I did to his altered colored copy.
I reloaded plink with ice dust rounds and went off in the direction that Mars went off to.
Song paused at 2:40
1637 hours
After running down the hallway to the main office, I was greeted by a 40mm grenade to the face that sent me flying back into the hallway where I came from.
I landed on my back about twenty feet away from the entrance to the main office. After the 'pleasant' slide into the hallway, I slammed my fists onto the ground, the force of them pushing me up and leaving small cracks in the ground.
'Okay, that hurt. But it'd be a lot worse if it wasn't for Aura.'
I took a quick glance at my scroll that was currently mounted on my wrist.
'Are you kidding me? That bastard already knocked me down to half my Aura reserves? Damn, I can't take another direct hit like that, or else it'll spell the end for me.'
I drew Zip and Zap, rushed forward back into the office, took a hard right, and started to run around the large circular desk that he was on top of while he and I both started taking potshots at each other.
Now that I wasn't being RUDELY SHOT IN THE FACE WITH GRENADES, I noticed that he had a clip fed grenade launcher, that, by how long he's been shooting at me, must have a MASSIVE ammo capacity.
After the twentieth round, he started to reload the massive excuse of a grenade launcher that somehow mated with an assault rifle.
Continue song from 2:40
During the process, he mistook me for a patient fool, and did not expect me to come flying at him while shooting the weapon out of his hand and landing several other shots along his torso.
He landed on the ground. HARD.
He attempted to get up using his elbows for support, but I quickly ended that by stomping on his chest.
I holstered my two pistols and drew my explosive death bringer off of my chest.
"Okay I'm going to ask you this once, who sent you here."
He laughed at me and spoke "you really think I'm going to talk to some kid, well then let me tell you something: you got another thing coming."
After he said this, he flicked off the pin of a grenade.
I kicked him I the side of the head and broke out into a sprint for the desk, slid on top of it, and ducked in cover.
…BOOM!
I waited until the smoke cleared, and poked my head above the desk to find the body of Mars nothing but a pile of random body parts.
I holstered Boom and angrily spat at the remaining body parts of the Faunus Captain.
End of song
2046 hours
"I'm back, sir" I said as I entered General Ironwood's office.
After the cleanup on the listening post, Ironwood wanted to thank me personally for what I did.
"Good work Ickarus, however, I have been getting reports about the information on the White Fang being destroyed. Care to evaluate."
'Of course. Never anything positive from him, can I go one mission where I don't fucking screw up.' I thought, but then my military kiss-ass side kicked in.
"It might have happened when the Faunus captain, Hunigan Mars, blew himself up with a fire Dust hand grenade, sir."
"Ah" he said understandingly…for once.
"Ickarus, I didn't call you up here to get a field report from you…"
"Then why did you cal-"
I was interrupted by my Scroll receiving a call.
"Hold on a minute" I said as I answered the call.
"Hel-"
"ICKARUS. NADINE. TESLA! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!"
I knew I really screwed up if my mother, Julie Tesla, called me by my full name…and I'm still pissed off that she gave me 'Nadine' as my middle name.
"I'm in General Ironwood's offi-"
"That's great; now tell him to let you leave so that you can catch the LAST DAMN FLIGHT TO VALE! I WILL NOT LET MY SON BE LATE FOR HIS FIRST YEAR AS A HUNTSMEN IN TRAINING!"
"Mom you won't let me be late any yea-"
"YOUR GODDAMN RIGHT I WON'T! NOW GO MEET UP WITH JASON AT THE AIRPORT BEFORE WE HAVE ANOTHER TRAINING SESSION IN FRONT OF THE ENTIRETY OF THE ATLISIAN MILITARY!"
I swear my face was pale.
"Okay, okay, okay; I'm on my way, alright?"
…
"Okay, be sure to call your father and I when you get there, I looooove you, my little Icky."
…
"*sigh* Sorry about that."
Ironwood looked somewhat amused "That's quite alright, and that actually leads me to what I was about to tell you."
I stare at him expectantly.
"You, as of now, are relieved of duty so that you may go to Beacon to pursue your goal of becoming a huntsman."
I swear my jaw was on the floor.
"REALLY?!" I swear I sound like an intern who was just given a fulltime career…which was technically the case.
"Yes. Really. I have already prepped a plane that will head out at 0030hours, and have reservations for you and your friend, Captain Jason Armstrong, at a hotel near the Beacon airport, and knowing him, he will be late, so go ahead and get prepped for deportation to vale. Oh and he has already been relieved of duty."
I did a full scale salute and said "I won't let you down sir."
"I know you won't, now get ready."
"Sir, yes, sir!"
I turned around to walk out of the office.
"Oh and Ickarus…"
"Hmm…"
"Tell your father I said 'hello'."
"Yes, sir."
Without another word I, Ickarus Tesla, began my new journey… by tripping over my feet in front of the elevator.
I got up, dusted myself off, went in the elevator, and left without a word.
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