Fade-in to the image of Beacon Academy.
Narrator: Legends. Stories hear-telled through time. People folk've grown real fond of tellin' the larking of heroes 'n villains, forgettin' so easily that we're the leftovers of a forgotten past.
The gems in the image glow green and fade to show simple pictures of a man rising from the earth before being surrounded by creatures, barely held back by warriors.
Narrator: People folk, born from dust, had a horse sense, but they was born into a world 'at thinks it shit don't sink. An inkin' darkness — varmints of breakin' things — the varmints of Grimm - set they sights on people folk and all of they prop-err-tee. Them forces done clashed, and it was lookin' the darkness had a hankerin' to return people folk's brief existence to the void.
Black sets in, then suddenly lessens as a light grows brighter and brighter until a gem rises from it and lowers itself into the hands of man.
Narrator: An-y-ways, even a piddlin' spark of hope is enough to light up change, and in time, people folk's passion 'n horse sense led 'em to the tools that would put 'em on even soil. This power was right named "Dust."
The scene zooms out to show men shooting lightning, raising swords, and aiming rifles at the retreating beasts as a castle appears behind them.
Narrator: Nature's temper tantrums in hand, people folk done lit the way out the darkness, an' where there weren't none shadows was strength, civilization, and most importantly, life.
The castle zooms out to show a map of Remnant, which houses other buildings until they disappear in flashes of white and the map is lowered to show the scattering moon over a city at night
Narrator: But even the most uppity lights eventually flicker and tump over. And when they're gone... darkness'll come trottin' right back.
Roman Torchwick and four of his henchmen head down an alley from the shadows. They stop behind Roman, who reignites his cigar without touching it and grins before walking down the road, frightening nearby citizens as they make their way towards the shop From Dust Till Dawn.
Narrator: So y'all may fix yer guardians, build yer monuments to a so-called "free world," but hear tell... ya don't get no cattle pushin' over yer neighbor's bull.
Roman and his henchmen enter the shop, the camera lowering to a young girl wearing a red cloak in the corner of the shop, reading a weapons magazine.
Ozpin (voice over): But maybe gettin' cattle is in the l'il things ya cain't 'member. Things that need a l'il true-ta-Jesus soul.
The henchmen look around and at the Dust crystals in the display when Roman approaches the elderly shopkeeper.
Roman: (flicking his cigar) Ya got any clue how tough it is to find a Dust shop 'at lays out this late?
One of the henchman points his gun at the shopkeeper.
Shopkeeper: (raising his hands) P-please! Just russle ma dough and skedaddle!
Roman: Shhh, shhh, shhh, shhh, don't get yer britches in a knot, we ain't here for yer dough. (to the henchmen) Russle up the Dust.
A henchman opens a case and removes one of several cylinders, which the group uses to take Dust from the tube containers on the walls.
Henchman 1: (placing another open case on the display to the shopkeeper) Crystals. Hot as a steer's ass in June. Uncut.
The shopkeeper proceeds to fill the case. As another henchman goes for another tube, he hears the muted This Will Be the Day song from the girl's direction, and unsheathes his sword.
Henchman 2: (pointing his sword at her back) Aight younggun, put yer hands where I can see 'em. (no response) Hey, I done told ya hands in the air! Ya wanna get yer hide tanned or some'n!?
He goes over to her and turns her around, dropping to hood to reveal a surprised Ruby Rose is wearing headphones. He motions for her to lower them.
Ruby: (doing so) Howdy?
Henchman 2: I done said, put yer hands in the air, now!
Ruby: Are ya... hustlin' me?
Henchman 2: Darn tootin'!
Ruby: Ooohhh...
Roman is waiting for his men to finish the heist when a "Hey!" and "Hyah!" are heard, and the threatening henchman flies past him. Roman calmly motions for another to handle Ruby.
Henchman 1: (raising his gun at her) Cut out!
Cut to outside the shop, when the henchman and Ruby crash through the window. The other men look outside as Ruby gets up and unfolds Crescent Rose into its scythe form. Roman scowls, but Ruby smiles back at them before twirling the weapon around, striking it into the ground and turning off her headphones.
Roman: Gotcha... (to his remaining henchmen) Get her!
The henchmen head out of the shop and run at Ruby, who spins around her scythe and kicks the first approaching criminal in the face. She gets Crescent Rose out of the ground and fires it off to hit another one with the butt of her weapon, sending him flying. She fires again and brings the side down on one attacker and dodges the next's gunfire with her rifle's speed, getting close enough to knock him into the air and follow him upwards so she can beat him away to Roman's feet.
Roman: You really were the bang fer my buck. For real, ya were. (to Ruby, dropping his cigar and crushing it with his cane as approaching police sirens are heard) Say, Red, I think we can all say this been a right good night, and as much as I'd love to stick around... (raises his cane and opens the bottom to reveal a rifle with a cross grid) ...I'm sad ta say this is where we go 'bye.
Ruby: (to the onlooking shopkeeper) You all hunkey dorey if I run after 'im?
The shopkeeper gives a short "Uh huh," and Ruby sets off.
Roman makes it to the roof, with Ruby high-flying again and landing right behind him.
Ruby: How-do!
Roman: (stopping at the edge) Keep huntin' l'il...
Ruby readies to fight him, but a getaway Bullhead rises up and opens the hatch to allow Roman inside.
Roman: (turning around and holding up a red Dust gem) This here gon' stop now, Red.
He throws it out at her feet and fires at her, resulting in a large explosion.
Roman: Ya-ha-ha-ha! (stops laughing when he sees something on the roof) Huh?
A woman in a purple cape is now in front of Ruby, casting a circle of protection over them with her wand. As Ruby looks on, Glynda Goodwitch waves her weapon and summons several streaks of purple at the craft. Roman is thrown around in the back until he goes to the cockpit, where a woman in red, her face unseen, is struggling with the controls.
Roman: This-here a Huntress!
The woman gets up and heads toward the back as Roman takes the controls.
Glynda glows purple for a moment and aims another blast above the craft, resulting in a dark storm-cloud right over the jet.
Roman: What in tarnation...?
With a flick of her wand, large jagged hail starts falling that pummels the jet and even breaks through the window, narrowly missing Roman's head.
The woman reaches the back and her arms and chest light up like fire, aiming a burst of energy at Glynda. The Huntress blocks it, but the flame splatters behind her and glows hot with the enemy's raised hand. Glynda back-flips out of the explosion, which destroys part of the roof, and magically gathers the shards to create a large arrow, which she throws at the craft. The fiery woman shatters the arrow with several blasts, but it reforms just in time to hit the side of the jet due to Roman's quick aerial lean. The wreckage separates and reshapes into more arrows that encircle the jet, but the woman summons several glowing rings around herself that expand and destroy the shards.
Ruby, finally acting, reverts her scythe into its rifle form to fire at the woman, who blocks each shot and creates several blazing circles around her two opponents. Glynda telekinetically pushes Ruby and rolls herself out of the explosion's radius; looking up to see the hatch close and the craft fly away.
Ruby: (looking at Glynda) You a Huntress! (putting on a pleading, awe-stricken face) Can I have yer signin'?!
*END*
(…of the translated part. Even people like me, who are fluent in Southernese, find translating stuff into slang to be a tad taxing.)
(PS – RWBY was made by Rooster Teeth, which is in Austin, which is a short drive from my home in Houston. See? Both Texan. We don't all talk with "ain't"s thrown around all cattywampus. I just want it to be clear that, even though Southern slang is a thing, it isn't used as commonly as in the transcript above except for by some limited populations in the South.)