-Hey Guys! This Fanfiction is created by me! My friends and I were talking about how much we would love to be a team in RWBY, and what our semblances and weapons are, so I thought eh, might as well make a Fanfiction out of it. It's kind of scrappily written towards the beginning, but trust me, it gets TONS better fast. Hopefully soon I can make a doujinshi manga out of it, so I'll include a note sometime telling you guys when and where I'll release that. Have fun, and enjoy!

-Simon Lewis (AKA Dusty Revick)-

Chapter 1: Team DRKE

"The Vytal Festival!" cried Weiss, joyously. "Oh, this is absolutely wonderful."

Yes, yes, we've all seen where this conversation goes, so I'll get to the point. While team Rwby headed to the docks to "survey" the new arrivals from Vacuo, A few teams had already gotten off the boat. One of those teams was team DRKE (Drake), a third-year team that was lead by Dusty Revick.

Dusty is tall, and as his name suggests, he has a rather dusty look about him. Not that he actually was, he just seemed like that kind of person. He wore his usual combat/travel outfit, which includes a brown leather coat, a fedora, hiking boots, and a white collared shirt underneath. He is the essence of western cowboys. His light brown hair is almost shoulder length, and it would be if it weren't curled at the ends. Every now and then, his coat would flap and you could see the handles of some type of pistols sticking out.

Roy Enkon is about as tall as dusty, but not quite. He has a pale green jacket with a black undershirt beneath, and black, cylindrical gadgets on his arms that could be a gauntlet-type weapon cut off his sleeves. He wears a beanie that covers short, black dreadlocks, and you can see a sheet of folded metal beneath the beanie's brow.

Kevin "Supernova" Vitta is a bit shorter than Roy, but a bit bulkier. He has a fur-lined hoodie with a heavy chestplate covering the front, and a very large flamethrower sits on his back. He has a sort of angry but happy look on his face, if that's even possible, and short, almost blond hair tops his head.

Eddie Revan is middle-sized and muscular, with shoulder length black hair and a strong facial build. He wears light armor, the kind that's easy to move around in, and you can see a longsword strapped to his back. You could say his gear was similar to Jaune Arc's, but he has more armor, and no shield. He has an almost knightly look about him.

Team DRKE had just disembarked, and was heading to the beacon guest dorms, when a commotion was heard back at the boat.

"What was that?" asked Roy.

"Let me take a look." Said Dusty, with a hint of western accent.

Dusty, being an excellent gunslinger, had good eyesight, and could see clearly that a golden-haired monkey Faunus was sitting on top of a lightpost, throwing bananas at some guards. The Faunus jumped away, and with the guards, a group of girls were chasing after him.

"Looks like Sun." Said Dusty, after a minute or so.

"Did he get caught?" asked Eddie, with a hint of concern in his voice. Back on the boat, they had found the Faunus, who introduced himself as Sun Wukong. He seemed like a fun guy to be around, and they had taken a liking to him.

"I dunno. They chased him into the city. Here's hoping they didn't get him." Dusty replied.

A heavy silence fell over them, and they walked on in quiet the rest of the way to the dorms.

…

It was a week later, after team Rwby had worked with Sun Wukong and Penny Polendina to stop the white fang. The Vytal Festival Tournament was drawing close, and "practice matches" of sorts were starting. To get used to fighting people, some inexperienced first years were daring enough to challenge third-years, and team Rwby was one of those teams.

"Are you sure this is okay?" asked Roy. "Beating up first-years like this?"

"Well, they literally asked for it," answered Kevin. "I don't know about you guys, but I haven't busted a skull in a while. I won't be holding back. "

"Lay off, man." Said Dusty. "They're first years. Leave their skulls alone. "

Outside, Team Rwby was already set to attack. They were in a miniature arena that had been set up by the new Atlesian Paladins. No one had seen the Tournament Arena yet, but according to Glenda, this arena was only a fourth of the size.

"Dooohh, this is so exciting! What kind of team are we fighting?!" squealed Ruby.

"I dunno," replied Yang. "They're from Vacuo, so…"

Yang trailed off as all of them thought of Sun. It wasn't the most encouraging of thoughts. Ruby's excitement seemed to vanish in an instant.

"Sorry to keep y'all waiting!" yelled a voice from the other side of the ring. Team Rwby looked up, and saw a strange mix of people walking towards them. The cowboy was understandable (Vacuo is a desert), but there was what looked like a knight, and a tank with a flamethrower. They didn't know about the last one.

"We all ready?" asked the cowboy.

"Umm, sure." replied Ruby.

And with that, Glenda called for the match to begin.

Instantly, Ruby's eyesight went out the window, and before she could even react, something hit her from behind, and she was knocked out.

Weiss was in confusion, and panicking; she desperately tried to clean the sand out of her eyes. When she could see again, the knight was right in front of her, and she just managed to block a downward strike from his longsword. She jumped away with a glyph, and managed to send a couple of ice shards at the knight before something hit her in the stomach. Before she blacked out, she could see a rifle in the knight's hands.

Blake had seen the sandstorm coming, and shielded her eyes. She realized that there was a mini forest behind her, and ran for the trees. She grappled up the closest tree with Gambol Shroud, and tried to get a grip on the situation. It was not a good one. Ruby was down (the Tank was standing over her with a tetsubo), and Weiss was fighting the knight- nevermind. Weiss is down- Yang was in a fistfight with the cowboy… where was the other guy with the beanie? Thwack. An arrow had appeared next to her head. Surprised, Blake jumped the opposite direction- and was knocked out from behind. Where had he come from? He just seemed to appear right behind her. These questions formed in her mind as she fell to the ground.

Yang was, surprisingly, having a tough time beating the cowboy in close combat. He hadn't even thrown a punch yet. He weaved, blocked, and dodged. Yang was running out of breath, and she could tell her punches were slowing. The cowboy had knuckle-dusters on, but she didn't know where they came from. Angry, yang threw a right hook. That was her fatal mistake. He caught the punch early in its arc, and with the other hand threw an excessive jab. It connected cleanly, and Yang went down without getting one punch in.

"That's the match!" called Glenda. "Team DRKE wins!"

…

End of

Chapter 1.