The One-Man Squadron

by Business Dog

The boy Nyter finds himself attending Beacon during the same time as Ruby Rose, pleasantly acquainting himself with her and the others. Although he may have free reign, he owes Ozpin a huge debt, which will be repaid by attending the academy as his personal student. This story is an AU with one new important character implemented, changing specific plot points.

1. Chapter 1

Introduction and Preface:

My story will follow the same characters and the same general plot points as the original RWBY story. The one major change is an addition of my character, Nyter. He will play a crucial part in this new story of mine, perhaps even changing the most major of plot points as I see fit. I would like to stress that this isn't a retelling of the original RWBY story, but rather an alternate universe where Nyter exists and makes a change in the environment. There may or may not be erratas, based on whether or not I make mistakes that I don't catch in the proofread. I do have several other people proofreading with me, so if there is in fact a part of the story that just doesn't make sense, I'll look back on it and edit to make it more understandable or more in sync with what's happening. Without further introduction, here is my story: The One-Man Team.

Note: Since this fanfiction will include copious amounts of dialogue, typically from 3 or more people at one time, I will completely omit quotation indicators. I will still have quotation marks to indicate someone is speaking, but I will not include indicators such as "Nyter said" or "Replied Ruby". Instead, I will simply color code my speakers. For those who are colorblind, or reading on Fanfiction (which does not support colored text for stories/chapters), I will bracket the first letter(s) of who is speaking. For instance, Nyter's dialogue will be as follows: [N] "Hello." For characters with the same first letters, I will include a legend below before the chapter begins to use as reference. I apologize for the inconvenience for those of you reading on Fanfiction, but there is sadly no way to color my text when uploading/writing stories. For this reason, I will link my Google Doc either at the beginning/end of the chapter or via some other outlet, like to read the story in color, which is the original way I intended it to be. Hopefully will not remove my link, but if it does happen, I'll personally email you the link if you so wish me to.

Google Docs URL: I've made it easier to access the Google Doc since it's very hard to input all the text perfectly in the long URL while being unable to simply copy text from the reader. I put the doc in a tinyurl domain, so to access it easier, just go to tinyurl and type this after the slash: nyterngr

If you have any problems, feel free to message me and I'll give you the link in that way.

Legend: [N] = Nyter; [G] = Galer; [R] = Rodger; [Ru] = Ruby; [Y] = Yang; [Gl] = Glynda; [J] = Jaune; [B] = Blake; [W] = Weiss; [O] = Ozpin

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Chapter One

You always manage to sleep everywhere. How do you do it?

Nyter suddenly awoke from his not-so-graceful slumber. He looked at his watch and exhaled a sigh of relief. Only ten minutes this time. At least that was better than two hours during the lecture ceremony. Looking out the window, Nyter realized the ship had already taken off.

[N] How the hell did I sleep through the takeoff?

[R] I wish I knew. You have an exquisite napping ability. And you call yourself a light sleeper. You're lucky you have us.

[N] And you're lucky you don't ever get tired. I've gotta make up for the lack of sleep somehow.

Surveying the area, Nyter took note of everyone in the ship with him. He has a particular way of categorizing people, usually consisting of calling people by their hair or aura color. There were quite a few people on the ship, each consisting of varying colors and appearance, all going to the same destination. The ship itself was fairly large, with the particular area where Nyter resides consisting of an elongated hallway. The large windows decorated along the sides of the ship gave sight to a wondrous outlook, overseeing the clouds and the towering buildings below. Nyter enjoyed the color scheme of the floor and walls, adopting a blue-gray scale.

[N] Let's see… We've got Red, Slightly Darker Red, Long Blondie, Short Blondie, Black, White, Purple… Too many to keep track.

One student, clad in yellow and white garb with long blonde hair, is seen embracing a student of smaller stature, clearly expressing content and excitement. The smaller student is seen as exasperated by this embrace. She is wearing a cinched red blouse, amid black color compliments ending in a skirt. Her hair is shoulder-length, with jet black roots ending in a cascade of crimson tips.

[R] What's up with the blonde chick? She's literally smothering the red girl. What's got her so excited?

[N] I dunno, siblings can get pretty wild when they go to school together I guess.

[R] That's her sister? Well, she's fairly… Endowed. They don't even look alike. Not even to the point of half-sisters. Either way, they're both pretty cute. I like the one in red.

[N] Rodger, put your weakness for women aside just for a few hours please. We have quite the flight ahead of us.

[N] ...Actually, come to think of it, the red one is pretty cute. How old am I again?

[R] Well, I'm 18. Should be, anyways. How old is Spinach? Like, 30?

[G] I told you to stop calling me that. We're not 12 anymore. I'm 24. Since Nyter's younger than the both of us, I'm gauging he's at least 16, if not 17. He's not much younger than you, Rodger.

[R] I'll take that as a statement on my immaturity and I'll raise you a greater comeback soon enough.

[N]Ah, so you finally speak! What took so long to grab your attention?

[G] I'm actually paying attention to my surroundings, effectively doing what you both should also be doing.

[N] Galer, we're in a safe place. There's no reason to over analyze this, we're here with a bunch of would-be hunters. Lighten up.

[G] You should learn to keep your guard up, even in the most auspicious of circumstances. I learned that the hard way. I'm trying to prevent the same fate from happening to you.

[N] I could handle myself. You were one guy. I'm three. Even if something were to catch me off guard, we can all handle it. Besides, fate means nothing. I can change my fate on a whim.

[G] We both have our ways to pass the time, Nyter. Don't criticize me for that. As for your statement on changing fate, your own ignorance can mean your death. Pride is the downfall of man.

[N] Fair enough. I do have a question, though. How do you manage to hide your thoughts from us for so long without slipping?

[G] I'm not hiding them. I simply think in ideas and images, rather than words. It's primitive, but it allows me to concentrate and gives me privacy from you two.

[R] Privacy? We're the sa-

[N] Let him do his thing. We couldn't understand him if we tried. So, Galer, what have you learned through this spying method of yours?

[G] It's not spying. It's observing and listening. The one in the white armor is named Jaune, supposedly here alone, no friends. Similar to most. Though I can tell he's new to this level of responsibility, and not just because he's throwing up in a trash can. I cannot sense any aura coming from him. I'm astounded he got into Beacon without unlocking his aura. Perhaps he just knows how to hide it. There's a woman hailing a spear and shield with dark red hair, who has the aesthetic of a greek warrior. Not much information on her, as she's appears to be reserved, only speaking when spoken to. There's a man with a pink streak in his hair, and I can feel a very controlled amount of aura emanating from him. The girl he's with in the pink dress seems keen on him, as she repeatedly continues to catch his attention. Red girl, which you two are so keen on, is named Ruby. Her sister is in fact the blonde one, Yang. I too am unsure whether or not they're true siblings, but that's a minor detail that doesn't really matter. Apparently Red was advanced by two whole years, so she has be younger than even you, Nyter.

[N] Damn. At least I have a better shot than Rodger, in that case.

[R] Hey, age is just a number.

[N] And prison is just a sentence.

[R] Touché.

[N] Heads up, looks like we've got an announcement.

The projection screen near the tip of the ship switches to an image of Roman Torchwick, a man with orange hair and distinct facial features, wearing what appears to be a white overcoat. The speaker explains that Roman once again eludes authorities and must be captured. He urges those watching to give information about Roman's whereabouts. This quickly transitions into a newswoman explaining the damage that the White Fang has done to the local protest by the faunus.

[G] That damned Torchwick. I swear, if I could walk, I would be spending my time tracking him down rather than going to Beacon with you two. But sadly, I have no choice.

[R] Galer, you could make it at least a little bit less obvious that you were a detective.

[G] I was devoted to the force. I spent every waking moment tracking a case and putting together clues with evidence. If I wasn't captured, I would be happily avoiding sleep and working on the next case.

[R] Oh please, you were only given a few good cases. The rest of your work was stuff that even Nyter could do.

[N]...Thanks?

[G]Those "few good cases" defined me as a detective. Those "few good cases" are what allowed me to be gifted my rifle. Those "few good cases" were done by me, and me only. Those "few good cases" took me months to complete.

[R] I gotta admit, that rifle is pretty bad ass. Your pistol's pretty sweet, too. It's no wonder those two weapons were what attached to your aura. I much prefer my bow, though. A lot more silent, and a lot less deadly.

[G] It's not like I carried those weapons to kill. They were made for me to only use during dire circumstances. Thankfully I never did have to kill anyone with them. Unlike you.

[R] Whoa whoa whoa, I never killed humans. Just animals. I was a hunter, not a murderer.

[G] Your secondary weapon was quite lethal, if I recall correctly.

[R] Well, that was my only line of self-defence in close range.. A bow is no good if someone were to attack me head on. You just jealous that I have a beautiful hand-crafted masterpiece?

[N] Listening to you two having a conversation is a lot more entertaining than any TV show I could ever hope to watch.

[R] I'm glad to be here as your source of entertainment, with guest-star Spinach!

[G] I'm going to ignore you now.

[N] Enough. There's another announcement by Glynda.

The projection screen turns to an image of Glynda Goodwitch, a Huntress with exquisitely fine features and flowing light-blonde hair. Her purple cape is tattered with wear, yet her black and white attire seems untouched by such apparent wear.

[Gl]"Hello, and welcome to Beacon. My name is Glynda Goodwitch. You are among a privileged few who have received the honor of being selected to attend this prestigious academy! Our world is experiencing an incredible time of peace, and as future Huntsmen and Huntresses, it is your duty to uphold it. You have demonstrated the courage needed for such a task, and now it is our turn to provide you with the knowledge and the training to protect our world."

[N] Well that was interesting. It seems like we're actually heroes. How about I go talk to… What's her name?

[G] Ruby.

[N] Right. Wish me luck boys.

[R] I hate you.

[G] Stay classy, Nyter.

Nyter casually approaches Ruby, who is seen glued to the side window, looking out at the grandeur view. He begins to move a finger to lightly tap on her shoulder, but gets distracted by her hair gently flowing with her movements. She notices his reflection in the glass, which prompts her to immediately remove herself from the outlook and attend Nyter's glance. Nyter snaps out of it, and removes his hand from the air, trying to play it off by pointing outside.

[N] "Hey there. You seem fairly excited, sticking to the glass like that."

[Ru] "Yeah! Aren't you? We're about to be going into the most prestigious academy in Vale! How can you not be excited?! Um… Sorry, I get a little ahead of myself sometimes. What's your name? I'm-"

[N] "Ruby, I presume? My name is Nyter. I couldn't but help notice you and Blondie talking about attending the academy as sisters. You two don't look anything alike. Why is that?"

[Ru] "Oh... Well, we have two different moms. I guess we do look pretty different huh?"

[N] "Quite different, in fact. I could hardly believe you two were related. In any case, I'm glad we got acquainted. It's always useful to try and make friends on your first day."

[Ru] "Ya know, your name is pretty weird. Never heard of that before."

[N] "I named myself Nyter, it's a long story. You know, I really like your hair. Is that red tinge natural?"

[Ru] "Yeah, it just grew like that. Thanks for the compliment, I like your hair too! It matches my eyes."

[N] "That it does, I've never seen silver eyes before. Quite mesmerizing."

[Ru] "And your eyes are golden… I really like that."

[R] Damn, Nyter. You're going in. Get her number for me, will you?

[N] This is purely for information's sake. She has silver eyes. Doesn't that mean something? I feel like I should know what that means. Chalk it up to my memory loss. Those eyes are definitely not ordinary.

[N] "Say, Ruby. How old are you? You don't look as old as your sister."

[Ru] "I'm, uh, 17! Just turned 17 a few months ago, haha…"

[N] "But didn't you skip ahead two years? That would mean you're 15, correct?"

[Ru] "...How did you know that? Okay, I'm 15. I just didn't want to draw attention or make people think I'm special. I wanted to fit in and have normal knees."

[N] "Normal knees?"

[Ru] "Oh, sorry… Just an inside joke."

[N] "There's nothing wrong with being special. In fact, being normal is pretty boring. Being special means you stick out, and you'll meet great new people that way. It's better to embrace how special you are, rather than hide it to try and fit in. I think it's pretty cool that you advanced two whole years. That must mean you're pretty skilled right?"

[Ru] "Well, I guess you're right.. I'm just glad to be here in the first place. In any case, my name is Ruby Rose, and it's nice to meet you, Nyter!"

Ruby extends her hand for Nyter, which he firmly takes and gives a satisfactory shake.

[Y] "Wow, Ruby. I thought I'd give you at least a week before you started flirting with someone."

[Ru] "I'm not flirting, Yang! I'm just making a friend. I didn't get to come here with all my friends, like you."

[Y] "Whatever you say, Ruby. What's your name, guy? Taking a liking to my sister?"

[N] "My name is Nyter, pleased to meet you. She seemed so intrigued looking outside the glass and I couldn't help myself, I suppose."

[Y] "Well the name's Yang, nice to meetcha! Looks like we're about to land. Better get ready."

[N] This Ruby girl is interesting. What's up with her eyes? I can't shake them. I feel like I should know. Why does this happen to me? This stupid memory loss frustrates me.

[R] Maybe if you talk to her enough, she'll tell you about her eyes? Get her number and I guarantee she'll talk to you day and night. You inherited my good looks and Galer's inquisitiveness.

[G] We'll just have to see what happens. We will all have plenty of time to get acquainted in the following years. Take it slow. You know that your pushiness tends to turn people away, Nyter.

[N] I'm not pushy. I just like to ask questions. I blame you for that. As for you, Rodger, I'm not going to ask for her number. As Galer said, I'm going to try and take it slow. Grabbing her number after 2 minutes of talking is taking it from zero to one hundred.

[R] Sigh. I guess not everyone has the amount of charm as me.

[G] You are so full of yourself. Please get a grip on reality.

[N] Children, the both of you. Hush. Get ready to keep on watch. Playtime is over, we've gotta keep a lookout.

The ship lands fairly gracefully, though Jaune loses his balance and falls, bringing someone else down with him. As soon as the ship lands, Jaune exits and travels to the nearest trashcan to expel more vomit. Everyone else walks across the platform, taking in their new surroundings. The scenery is astounding, as Beacon is a very large institution, larger than some students have ever seen, with towering spires and grand arches. The entirety of the institution is very victorian castle-esque in appearance, with a moat park appearing in front of the building. Ruby is seen staring in awe, with Nyter staring at Ruby, rather than the institution. She appears to also be admiring everyone's weapons, something that Nyter also enjoys doing from time to time.

[R] You two are a match made in heaven, aren't you? You both love weapons, you're both awkward as hell, and you both have an older sibling looking out for you.

[G] I wouldn't call us siblings. We're nuisances, if anything.

[N] You're teammates. You help me out more than you realize.

[R] Can we materialize yet?

[G] Why would you even ask that? Of course we can't. You really want people knowing what Nyter is?

[N] Don't be so hard on him, Galer. He just wants to roam around. I can't imagine being stuck in a bodiless form, subject to only my thoughts and senses. You can materialize in an unoccupied space. It's far too busy right now.

[N] Alright. Just getting cramped in here is all.

At this point, Yang suddenly abandons Ruby in an effort to accompany her friends. The sheer force of Yang's movement is enough to send Ruby tumbling backwards, landing on a large pile of silver briefcases. A snow-haired woman expresses her anger towards Ruby, calling her a dutz and exuding an aura of pretentiousness that even Nyter couldn't stand.

[N] "Excuse me little girl, I couldn't help but notice that my friend here accidentally fell into your large array of briefcases. We sincerely apologize to any damage presented to your precious dust."

[W] "And who are you supposed to be? Are you supposed to make me feel better about this clutz damaging my personal belongings?"

[R] Oh boy. One of those girls.

[N] "Listen, I'm sure she didn't mean any har-"

As soon as Nyter was about to finish, Ruby's nostrils become tickled by the presence of so much dust. Ruby ends up sneezing, causing a reaction in the dust akin to a small explosion. This explosion causes one of the bottles of dust to land at the feet of a medium-sized female, possibly another student.

[W] "Absolutely unbelievable! I cannot believe this! This is exactly what I was talking about! You dolt!"

[Ru] "I'm sorry… I didn't mean to, it just-"

[W] "What are you even doing here? Aren't you a little young to be attending Beacon?"

[N] Who is this girl? She's making me frustrated.

[R] Oh dear.

[G] Let her have it.

[N] "Alright, listen here princess. If you can't already plainly see the apologetic look on my friend's face here, let me point it out for you. We're sorry. Accidents happen. What are you doing here? Aren't you a little prissy to be attending such a dangerous institution to train deadly hunters?"

[B] "It's heiress, actually. Weiss Schnee, heiress to the Schnee Dust Company. One of the largest producers of energy propellant in the world."

The speaker is a slightly taller female, wearing black and white, a combination of Nyter's favorite color. She boasts golden eyes, just like Nyter, and is in fact the only other person who shares that feature with him.

[R] Another one? I'm going to have a heart attack from all these beautiful women around us.

[G] You don't have a heart.

[R] A man can dream.

[G] You can't dream.

[R] Why must you do this to me?

[G] Because you exist.

[N] Aren't you supposed to be like, 30? Stop picking on poor Rodger. In any case, I like this girl. Not Snowy, but the Golden Eyes.

[R] And you told me to stop infatuating. Look at yourself. At least pick one.

[W] "Finally! It's about time for some recognition!"

[B] "The same company infamous for its controversial labor forces and questionable business partners."

[R] Oh my.

[G] Damn. Didn't expect that.

[N] I need this girl. That level of sass is enough to rival my own.

It's at this point that Weiss decides to walk away in anger and frustration, throwing her hands in the air. Meanwhile, Ruby lets out a small giggle.

[N] Did you guys hear that giggle? That was probably the cutest thing I've ever heard.

[R] Stop with the obsession of that girl already. At least give her your number.

[N] Nah. I'm just intrigued by those eyes. You know how I get when I'm searching for an answer. Damn you, Galer.

[G] Hey, don't blame me for that. Besides, whenever I get hit with a barrier, I stop at nothing to uncover the answer. You're doing the right thing by waiting it out. You don't want to creep her out by asking a multitude of questions right after you meet with her. Wait until you're properly acquainted.

[N] I guess. We'll become acquainted soon enough. Let's try to make some more friends, shall we?

[G] Why are you so eager to make friends already?

[N] Information is key, Galer. You of all people should know that.

[G] So is patience. If you don't take it slow, your rushed attitude towards making friends can backfire. Not everyone is just willing to be buddy-buddy with you. Calm your eagerness.

[N] I suppose you're right. Perhaps I'll just observe everyone for now and learn their personality traits.

[G] And you said I was spying.

[N] It's not spying, it's observing and listening.

[G] Agreed.

Nyter notices Ruby collapse to ground, muttering to herself, "Welcome to Beacon…" At this point, Jaune appears and helps her off the ground, introducing himself.

[N] Damn it. He stole my spotlight.

[R] Well, you did want to observe, so go ahead. Observe the two, but keep behind them.

[N] You sound awfully acquainted with following people without their consent.

[R] I had a lot of girls running me over back in the day. I had to figure out how to get rid of them.

[G] Can you actually get any less full of yourself?

[N] Well, before this escalates, I'll stick with following those two for now.

Jaune and Ruby walk alongside the fountain, with Nyter in tow. Jaune is attempting to justify his motion sickness to Ruby, and she simply laughs it off. Jaune's build is quite tall, standing a little taller than six foot with pure white armor, including a breastplate and bracers. His hair is a little shorter than Ruby's, and around the same length as Nyter.

[J] "Well the name's Jaune Arc. Short, sweet, rolls off the tongue. The ladies love it."

[N] Come on. He's obviously flirting with her.

[Ru] "Do they?" Ruby stated in a mocking tone.

[N] Damn!

[R] Savage.

[J] "They will! Trust me. Well, I hope they will. My mom always said- Eh, nevermind…"

Ruby lets out a small exasperated giggle.

[Ru] "Um… Soo, I got this thing."

Ruby suddenly unsheathes her weapon from the magnet on her back, transforming a seemingly uninteresting device into a deadly and precise scythe, not to mention the magnitude of its size. Jaune winces at the sight of it, carefully managing to back away from where her scythe penetrated the solid concrete.

[J] "I-is that a scythe?!"

[Ru] "It's also a customizable, high-impact sniper rifle."

[N] Is this girl a legend? Are you kidding me? A scythe? She can't just be any ordinary fifteen-year-old. Are you sure I'm 17? Let's just say I'm 16.

[R] My boy.

[G] While it's cute that you're fawning over this girl, don't forget about your meeting with Ozpin.

[N] Hmm… Ozpin, or Ruby? Sigh. You'll have to wait another day, Ruby.

As soon as Nyter begins to walk away, he hears Ruby say "Of course! All students at Signal forge their own weapons."

[N] She… She made that…?

[R] Is this what love feels like?

[G] Okay, she got me. That's pretty impressive. In any case, Ozpin is more important right now.

[N] Right… Where is he? He never told me how to get into his office.

[R] I'd say just walk into that huge building and ask someone.

[N] How insightful.

Nyter begins to travel towards the academy entrance, and takes in the grandeur sight. Large tables, assorted numbers of chandeliers, and well-placed tapestries decorated the ceiling, while the floor was mirror-polished and marbled. Nyter approaches an academy supervisor and asks for directions towards Ozpin's office, and he is transported to the elevator. He boards the elevator and presses the number he was instructed. After a seemingly endless amount of time in the elevator, the door opens to a vast oculus room, decorated with enormous cog wheels and clocks. The incessant ticking drills into to Nyter's skull, making him extremely uncomfortable.

[N] Is it normal to feel this weird? I don't feel safe here for some reason.

[R] I, too, feel uneasy. It's as if we're not meant to be here.

[G] I would say it's just your nerves, but I feel it too. Since we don't have nerves, it's probably some sort of static aura effect.

The large table in the front of the oculus overlooking the window is acquainted with a large, rather comfortable looking chair. Upon entrance of Nyter, the chair is spun around, revealing Ozpin in the cockpit.

[N] Could he be any less flashy? I know I love my showmanship, but that was too cliché.

[O] "Hello, Nyter. Wonderful to see you've made it."

[N] "Are we alone?"

[O] "As promised. I am a man of my word. Now, are you a man of yours?"

[N] This is going to be the first person I actually show my power to.

[G] It seems we have no choice. You made a deal.

[R] What's the worst that could happen?

[N] "Alright Ozpin, but just know that you're going to be the only person who has seen this thus far."

[O] "It would be best that we keep it that way."

[N] "I agree. Let's hope I don't disappoint."

Nyter instructs that Ozpin cease all lights in the room. Ozpin abides and turns off all artificial light sources, and bringing a large curtain across the window. The curtain doesn't block all light, but it's enough to have to squint in order to see.

[N] Alright. You guys ready?

[R] Ready as I'll ever be. I've been waiting for this.

[G] I'm ready.

[N] Here goes nothing. It's been a while.