"Nate, come on, it's a one week mission. Why the hell are you packing so damn much?"
"Because sir, I believe in being prepared. Sir."
It wasn't even noon yet, and the two senior surviving members of the old guard, as the new recruits called them, were arguing about what was being packed in preparation for a week long recon mission.
"Look, Nate, don't make me pull rank on you. I mean, what about Alana? Have you even talked about this with her?"
"Of course I did! What kind of a parent do you think I am?! Talked about this with her and Ricardo! I got my sister to look after them while I'm away. I'm more worried about you though. Think you can handle training your replacements?"
It brought a chuckle to some of the recruits when the sound a genuine dobe slap rang through the air.
"They are not my replacements! They are recruits who have potential! End. Of. STORY! But seriously, molds for making your own bullets?"
"You never know sir."
"….good point. A little surprised you're not taking the revolver."
"The Five-seveN lets me carry more ammunition with less space."
"Can't argue that. Alright, whenever you're done in her, get on the ready line, and we'll send you out. And please be careful. I can't afford to lose another friend like you."
Silence reigned for a moment.
"I know sir."
RWBY: CRV
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New Contact
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Ozpin looked at the individual currently standing in front of his desk. "So," he began slowly, taking a sip from his ever present mug of coffee, "May I ask as to who you are, and why you are here in Vale?"
The individual in question gazed back at Ozpin, his face betraying nothing as he spoke. "I am Sergeant Major Ronin. As for why I'm here, well, I was supposed to be somewhere else, but my transport broke down."
Ozpin looked at 'Ronin', eyebrow perked up. "And by 'broke down,' you mean crashed right into the middle of a swarm of Grimm?" he commented, eying the odd man. Said man lightly shrugged.
"Wouldn't be the first time that's happened. I've been through worse." Ozpin looked at Glynda, faithfully standing behind the man in front of him.
"And you can confirm that this man took out multiple Grimm?" he asked her, not once changing the tone of his voice.
Glynda nodded. "Yes, he did," she said matter of factly. "I must admit, Mr. Ronin, that you managed to take out almost every single one of them though."
The man looked at her flatly. "Again, I've been through worse," he stated, his accent giving a strange lilt to his words.
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Twelve Hours Ago….
Ronin had to wonder just how fucked up the universe was if his first combat mission in close to a decade had ended up with him on the ground, bruised and battered, with his transport currently behind him in a mangled mess of metal and flame.
If he had to use the words of his CO, it would've been something along the lines of really, Really, REALLY FUCKED UP. That being said, Ronin had training to fall back on. Grabbing his modified rifle, he got up and looked around, searching for anything that could possibly kill him. He didn't have to wait long, as a massive wolf-shaped thing came charging out of the trees, snarling as it ran right towards him.
The Walther WA2000 sniper rifle that he was holding had been modified well before Ronin had actually gotten it. Since the time that he did, Ronin had added a few things. Namely, a thicker barrel and a better recoil dampener for the bullets that he now fired. Normally, the rifle would use a .300 Winchester Magnum. Ronin upped it to an 8.5x60mm match grade monster that had room for either explosive tips, a small amount of white phosphorous, or a tungsten core for the well armored. It was the last one that he fired.
Said bullet left the barrel and flew into the wolf-thing's skull in under a quarter of a second, and then flew out the other side, taking along brain, skull, fur, and a generous helping of bodily fluids as it merrily continued on its way. Ronin had time for a quick smirk when he saw more of the beasts come charging out of the woods.
Apparently Murphy wasn't quite done with him yet.
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"So you went and took on a large pack of Beowolves alone, despite not knowing what they were?" Ozpin asked his guest.
Ronin gave him a blank look. "Well, most things tend to keep their brains in their heads, and in all honesty, they were stupid enough to attack first," he replied.
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In the minute it had taken to take out nearly half the creatures, Ronin had had to reload his rifle four times. After one of them had gotten that close to swiping his head off, Ronin simply dropped his rifle and pulled out his pistol, firing as fast as he could into its center of mass. Ten rounds later, the creature collapsed, dead. Ronin was high on adrenaline as time seemingly slowed down for him.
Dodge claw swipe, fire three rounds, move, dodge, reload, fire again; Ronin was operating on reflex alone as he weaved through the masses. More creatures died in relative quickness, and soon, Ronin was left with one.
The Alpha.
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Ozpin glanced down at Glynda's report. "Now, this is the part I'm skeptical of," he stated bluntly. "Ms. Goodwitch says that she saw you throw your arm out, and kill the Alpha Beowolf with… something. What was it?"
Ronin's mouth briefly twitched upwards. "Long, technical answer or the short and sweet one?"
Ozpin simply stared at him boredly. Ronin nodded. "Short then. I created an unstable and very temporary singularity smaller than a speck of dirt in that thing's gut."
Ozpin leaned back in his chair, looking at Ronin impassively. "And you had no reservations about using this… singularity?"
Ronin frowned as he crossed his arms. "Where I'm from, singularities were the least of my problems," he said quietly. "Now, why the interrogation, and what do you want?"
Ozpin closed his eyes and sighed. "Sergeant Major Ronin, or would you prefer Mr. Ronin?" he asked.
"Sergeant Ronin will do."
"Very well," Ozpin continued, "Sergeant Ronin, I run an academy that trains people to fight the creatures you killed. I needed to be sure that you weren't a threat to them."
Ronin raised an eyebrow at him. "I can assure you sir, I have no intention of harming your students. But again, what do you want?"
Ozpin had a flicker of a smile on his face. "You seem to be stuck here for the forseeable future, as I do not recognize any of the symbols on your uniform, and you would be lost here. I also need my students to be ready for whatever the world will throw at them."
Ronin nodded sagely. "So, in essence, until I can contact my superiors and tell them I'm alive, you would like for me to teach your students how to survive in a crapsack world where one errant twitch could spell certain, possibly painful death?" he asked. Ozpin nodded in agreement. Ronin sighed. "Well, I suppose I could have it worse. But I will be only a part time teacher. And I want every scrap of information you have on this world and customs please."
Ozpin nodded. "Of course. Though, I have to warn you, a good majority of the student body may take offense at your Faunus heritage," he said. Ronin looked at him dumbly.
"….what's a Faunus?" Ronin asked, confused. "And where can I find a mirror?" he asked a moment later.
That was the first sign that Ozpin had that Ronin truly wasn't from Remnant.
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A/N: Okay, well, this was typed up at three in the morning, and really, I don't expect much to come from this. Was mostly a crazy idea I got in my head after binge watching RWBY for the past couple of days, and thought 'Hey, what if I add in some of my personal characters into this, and see I badly I can screw up the universe!' This could very easily settle into a slow start, as to be honest, I have NO idea how well I will be able to portray the rest of the main cast.
As such, please, don't roast me too much. I'll probably get it from Yang sooner or later.
Anyhow, R&R, and RWBY belongs to Monty Oum and Rooster Teeth. The damn cockbites.
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A/N 2: And yes, there will be pumas. Many, MANY, puma jokes.