Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY or any of the character.

I love team CFVY since there fight in the episode Breach. There are my favorite team and I feel that these awesome characters need their own backstory. So here is my take on their first meeting and how they became a team.

'….' means thinking

"…." means talking

'words' are Coco's family lessons

Coco's point of view

I sighed as I took a sip of my coffee; ten cubes of sugar and a gallon of milk anything to get rid of the bitter flavor, but today was definitely a day for caffeine and sugar. I look out towards the crowd of students that were waiting to take the next plane to Beacon. I was waiting to check in my bags,

"Ms. Adel" the man behind the counter says. "How many bags?"

"Three" I say, gesturing towards the one large leather chest and the two smaller crème boxes. The man nodded typing things into the computer as two other guys came to take my luggage away. One gestured to black gold studded designer bag. "I'll keep this if you don't mind," I say, tugging the bag outside of his grip. The man looked worried for a moment, but nodded loading the rest of my bag.

"Terrible sorry about that Mr. Adel." The man behind the counter says. I inwardly sighed used to the over politeness that comes with dealing with workers.

"No harm done" I say, as I am given my luggage number. The man tells me that when I registration there should be a pick up zone and to just hand them my number. I nod my head at him and began to walk towards the large aircraft.

I pursed my lips at the number of bodies pressed together. 'Maybe I should have taken mother's offer for the private jet.' I thought, taking a sip of my now cold coffee. I quickly shook that idea away. The whole point of going to Beacon was to become more independent from mother, her rules, and her company. Still mother's voice was in the back of my head. 'Partners will only have your back when it's convenient for them, and teams humph well they are just as bad.' Luckily the horn for the next plane sounded, distracting me from dwelling on all of mother's lessons. 'Just breathe' I thought, watching as the students began to race to the plane. 'You can do this, you're an Adel, and there is nothing an Adel can't do.' I thought as I strutted towards the ship.

I boarded the plan even though I was not looking forward to the cramped plane. I knew I should have woken up earlier to catch the first plane. After all who would want to be the first to arrive at the school. 'Nerds' I thought, walking onto the plane my heeling clicking on the metal ramp. 'Then again there would probably have been less people on board.'

It had probably only been about a half hour, but it seemed like we were in the air forever. "These planes really need an upgrade' I thought staring out the window at the world below me. 'Maybe if we upgraded their engines to the…' my mind began to construct an engine that could increase the speed of the plane without the need to reconstruct a whole new plane. Grabbing my scroll I began to write down the schematics, I will have to see if the engineers in the company could figure out the rest. 'Or it could be my project during my free time.' I thought, as I placed my scroll back in my pocket. I sighed wondering how much longer. I looked out the window looking down at the landscape. It was green lushes forest with some mountains peaking through standing tall with brown peaks; the plane was to high for me to see anything in detail. I heard someone clear their throat next to me. I looked over to see a boy standing there a cocky smile on his face. He was average height, dark face, a decent face, but no sense of fashion at all and his stance screamed playboy. As the boy opened his mouth to talk I raised my gloved leather hand. "No" I say, cutting him off before he could say anything. The boy looked at me confused and when he made an attempt to speak, I turned my head away from the window to glare at him. "I'm sorry are you deaf, I said no." I lowered my brown shades with a custom gold C on the side, directing my death glare with all its might at the boy. I watched as he shut his mouth, his spine straightening as he held his breath. He stood there for a moment before I watched him stiffly walk away. That was the fourth boy that had come up to me with the intention of flirting with me and I wasn't sure if they knew who I was or were just interested in my pretty face. I could only handle bad pickup lines for so long. Lifting my shades back up my face I went back to looking out the window.

At last after what seemed like an eternity I could see the school. Not wanting to be cooped up with any more of my fellow classmates any more than need be I began to make my way to the door. Having every intention of getting off this infernal plane as quickly as I could. I felt the plane start to land, my empty coffee cup still in my hand. Finally the door opened and the ramp began to lower. 'Finally' I thought, taking a deep breathe of fresh air.

Not wasting time I walked off the ship, making sure that my walk was steady, my studded black handbag swinging in my hand. According to the boards posted there were two planes left before the entire student body was in attendance. Rooms would be assigned after tomorrow orientation, after the possibility of teams forming. 'Guess I should go check in.' I thought, walking towards the school. Watching as the rest of the crowd seems to swarm together like a lost herd of sheep. Sticking my head up high, I refused to look the least bit lost. Even if I had no idea where I was going. "Keep your heels, head, and standards high.' I thought, concealing all doubt as I straighten my shoulder walking with a sense of purpose even if I was walking around in circle. If anything I was scoping out the school for later purposes.

I turned the corner following the arrow that pointed to the registration office. Just as I turned the corner something collided with me. I heard a squeak, as I tried to regain my footing, rubbing my stinging chin. I started to rub my chin, was I bleeding? Did I bite my tongue? The copper taste in my mouth told me I was bleeding slightly.

"I'm sorry," a high-pitched voice said. "I'm so so sorry are you okay?" I stared at the slightly shorter girl I bumped into. The first thing I saw was large brown eyes that looked at me in fear, followed by a small rabbit like nose, smooth light skin framed by long brown hair. I stared at the girls outfit she wore long black stockings with a pair of brown shorts, a black shirt covering her midriff with a brown jacket covering the rest of her. The girl's outfit was far to dark for her skin tone, but the worse part of her outfit was this black burette that was sitting on top of her head. Her outfit was sleek so I assumed she was a speed fighter, but the outfit was to dark definitely needed some gold and jewelry. "Umm" the girl said I looked back at her face, she looked more afraid than she did just a second ago. "I'm really really sorry." She says, looking like she was ready to bolt.

"Its fine" I said, walking past the girl who squeaked again. Between squeaky girls and hormonal boys these future batch of hunters weren't very impressive.

I finally reached the office. It was croweded with students, which was to be expected. I waited in line until I reached the front desk. I spoke to an older lady with very curly hair; she had a strained smile on her face that only grew wider as I told her my name. "Ah yes Coco Adel please come with me." I looked at her oddly, no one else was asked to go anywhere, but followed anyways. We walked out of the room, traveling down different hallways; bypassing more students 'Another batch of students must have just landed.' I thought, as I followed the women up a flight of stairs, bypassing more groups of lost students. She swiped her scroll over a random door lock. "This is your room Mrs. Adel."

I walked inside; my leather luggage bags were already in the room. It was a pretty basic room, a single bed, one desk, a small rug, and a basic color wallpaper. "There is a bathroom connected to the ro-"

"I thought rooms wouldn't be assigned until tomorrow," I said, walking into the room to stare out the window, it had a pretty good view of the courtyard and beyond that the unloading zone for students.

"They will be." The woman says, a little nervous.

"Will the other students be assigned a room tonight." I ask, turning my attention back to the women lowering my glasses down the bridge of my nose to stare down the women.

"Some will be," she says swallowing "the other students will be sleeping in the main room together until tomorrow when their room is assigned with their team." The women began to explain dinner and orientation tomorrow, but I drowned her out. Seems like my mother had already sinked her claws into the school. 'So much for no special treatment' I thought, staring out the window as kids filled the courtyard. 'One more plane' I thought, my nerves getting just a bit more jittery as I saw my fellow student leave the plane.

"Ms. Adel?"

"Thank you, I understand," I said, not wanting to be rude, but not interested in listening. I could hear the women close the door and her feet retreat from the room. I leaned my head against the window my shades scratching against the window. 'Four years' I thought 'I can do this.' I walked away from the window sitting down on the bed, placing my handbag next to me. It was a basic twin bed nothing special. 'Its only for one night, I can do without silk sheets for one night.' I thought, placing my shades on the top of my head as I stared at the ground. 'I could reject the room' I thought, 'I could go down with the other kids and spend the night there. Try to make some allies.' I thought, my hand clenched glaring down at my boots wondering what to do. Only to have to blink my eyes, because I could not be seeing what I was seeing, I brought my leg up higher trying to shine more light on it from the window. A scratch…was that a starch… on my boot! "How?" I muttered out loud, lifting my foot just a bit higher, because that could not be a scratch, but nope it was a scratch. "That girl" I growled my fist clenching. I angrily took off my boots placing them on the desk as I rummaged in my bag for anything that could fix my boot. The girl's face popped in my head, and all I could see was the fear on it. 'Maybe its better if I just stay here' I thought, picking apart my bag. 'Start slow on the whole making allies.'

As I was rummaging through my bag I heard my scroll ding. Forgetting about my boots I pulled out my scroll from my jeans. It was a message from my mother. Pausing for a moment I took a deep breath before I opened the text. Trying to brace myself for what ever she says. Remember family is the only thing you can really trust. I clenched my scroll a little tighter then necessary and for a moment I was worried about breaking it. "Miss you to Mother." I tossed my phone on the bed and walked back to the window. There were tons of kids outside and I took comfort in knowing that here we were all equal, we were all starting out on the same foot. Each of us are hunter and huntresses in training, here a name and money will not save you. Here all that matters is skill. 'And I have skill' I thought, looking at my black handbag. 'I'll prove I'm more then just an Adel.'