So, I decided to try my luck at another story-based crossover, I had been doing Reaction stuff and wanted to try my hand at something, well somewhat normal again I suppose. Recently I've been reading a lot of RWBY stuff, and I had been playing a lot of WW2 stuff, and well, Azur Lane and Kancolle are some of my most favorite franchises because I've always been a Naval geek.
Summary: The World War 3 and the Siren Wars are things of the past for the Shipgirls of Azur Lane. Victory under the Command of Eagle Unions' "Archangel", Admiral Raphael Martinez, has led them to a new purpose: Defend Remnant and her inhabitants from the ever-looming threat of Grimm. This will be partly canon, partly reaction, and have parts of new stuff as well.
Pairings: I plan to have some pairings, Arkos being one. I don't care if you don't like who I chose to be together, go argue about it on a forum.
Side Notes: (IMPORTANT) This will be a Story based/Reaction fic. Meaning that RWBY will be reacting to videos on top of actual real time events. Reactions will come less frequent as the story progresses however.
[Beta work done by CabooseHelpsU. Check him out!]
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It was a relatively peaceful night in the city of Vale. The shattered moon sat in the sky, scarcely covered by clouds as citizens went about their peaceful lives. Some were chatting on the streets animatedly, others simply enjoying their meals. Everyone blended in, creating a peaceful atmosphere.
That, however, ended when a group of women entered the streets. One woman, towering over others with silvery hair, strolled at the head of the group.
USS Enterprise, Secretary and Flagship of the Allied Task Force.
"So, this is what a city looks like in this world? It looks...peaceful." She hummed, ignoring the strange looks she and her compatriots were getting from the citizenry.
"Yeah, it actually surprises me, how similar it is to a smaller city back in the States," said a dark-skinned woman, walking behind Enterprise as an escort. "Well, before the Siren Wars, at least. Back when cities weren't bombed to bits."
"I certainly wouldn't mind coming here, on days off!" Her sister, trailing next to her, nodded emphatically.
"Remember the Admiral's rules, Miss California. No solo trips, even on leave." Phoenix reminded sternly, walking behind them. Helena was to her right, and walking behind them all was most smug Eagle destroyer in the Fleet, Sims.
"Yeah yeah Phoenix, I remember. I'm just saying, it could be fun!"
...
"Hey, Enterprise. Do you have any idea of what we are looking for at this point?" Asked Tennessee, eyeing the many citizens with caution. She was always more of a guard dog than her sister, though that suited her just fine.
They had arrived at an intersection, with several shops and stands that were still open for the night- another thing to get used to, for girls from a wartime country.
Closing her eyes, Enterprise nodded. "Yes, I've got aerial reconnaissance over the city now. Hopefully, we'll get in contact with this Headmaster that the Admiral said to find. From there, the rest of the plan falls into place."
Above, a trio of miniature SBD dive bombers scouted the city, sending the information to Enterprise. The best way she could describe it was like getting radioed a set of sensations, rather than just images, whenever she focuses.
...
When they walked past a crepe shop, the group resounded with a unanimous growl of stomachs.
"Hey Sims, was that you?" Phoenix asked the catlike destroyer.
"No, it most certainly wasn't!" The irate catgirl replied- and was interrupted by a resounding chorus of more growls.
The group looked at each other, then at Enterprise.
"...Fine, let's grab some food for you all." The leader said, shaking her head in faux-disappointment. "Might as well do it now."
She lined up at the Crepe stand, hoping that the limited currency Enterprise had was enough, while the others sat down at a nearby table. Two minutes of chatter and teasing amongst the shipgirls later, the carrier returned.
"Sims," she said, passing the crepes to each girl, "Helena, Phoenix, California," At this, she got a cheer, "Tennessee," A simple nod of thanks, "and finally, myself!"
Together, they opened their mouths wide to take the first bite of a delectable treat they've had in ages; it was an adorable scene that had both men and women around them gasping, and-
A series of loud explosions filled the air, the windows of the parlors and shops vibrating at the intensity.
"CONTACT!" Enterprise shouted, years of combat experience taking over. They jumped to their feet, crepes forgotten on the ground.
From seemingly nowhere, strangely miniaturized naval rifles materialized upon the backs, arms and shoulders of the girls. Enterprise herself gripped her bow with precise ease as she launched a series of miniaturized aircraft. "Find out where that came from, watch the rooftops!"
As the carrier directed her aircraft in the direction of the explosions, the other girls formed a protective circle around the flagship, eyes peeled for any threats amidst the fleeing civilian population.
At last, Enterprise's planes found what they were after, a dozen city blocks away. Several strangely dressed figures were fighting near the dockyards. One, cloaked in red, attempted to decapitate a man in a white suit and bowler hat with- a Scythe?!- only to be kicked to the side and blasted with what looked like an explosive cane cannon.
So this is how people fight here, huh?
Turning towards the battle, The Big E pointed. "There's fighting to the east, let's go everyone!"
Without another word, they sprinted at seemingly inhumane speeds from the area, leaving confused civilians and abandoned crepes alike.
(Vale Dockyards-Less Than Five Minutes Later)
"Isn't it past your bedtime, Red?!" Roman called out to the little Huntress on the ground, whose Aura was depleting rapidly. He was enjoying this, walking savilly like a suit and tie predator. Surrounding them were several hired goons, chuckling at the beatdown their boss was delivering. "Don't you know that there are bad people out and about in the middle of the night?"
He fired yet another blast from his cane, explosive force throwing Ruby Rose to the ground.
"C'mon Red, just give up and die already! I'll make it quick-" He fired, "-and painful!"- again and again.
The young Huntress' aura was nearly depleted, and the criminal was far too close for her to get up and dodge, let alone counterattack. With a dark chuckle, he raised his cane for the last shot. "Looks like you're not making back home to Grandma's house. Little Red~ Farewell!"
Enterprise decided that was enough. Her planes let loose with small but still deadly machineguns, tracers lighting up the night- and the target.
Torchwick, caught completely unawares, felt the impact across his back with a cry of pain. He leapt to the side, feeling the drain on his aura as the aircraft peppered him. It was at this time that Enterprise cursed, having been lulled into a sense of safety and not loading her scouts with heavier weapons and bombs.
Torchwick wouldn't know the difference though.
"Oh, what the hell-"
Again, he was interrupted, this time by a volley from California and Tennessee. The miniaturized High Explosive shells slammed into him, knocking him to the ground a dozen feet away. His Aura drained at critical rate as he slid a trench through the tiled ground, digging headfirst in a comical way.
"Sims, get in and help that child!" Enterprise ordered the speedy destroyer, redirecting her planes for another pass. Nocking another arrow of her Dauntlesses, she grinned to the others. "Everyone else? Sic em!"
"You heard her girls! Civilian lives are our primary objective!" Tennessee reloaded, her rigging around her waist. Aiming her equipment at the closest goon, she slammed her heel into the ground, digging in before firing a full volley at them. Nine miniature 14" high explosive shells impacted the ground of the goons. The explosion sent them through the air, landing against the shipping containers.
"Reloading!"
"For the Admiral!" California says with a gleeful smile as she, like her sister fired at the goons, knocking them out due to their auras.
Torchwick, now extremely annoyed with the newcomers, got up and fired back. "Why you...Take this!" The highly explosive dust round was fired straight and true, destined right for Enterprise's head. With a triumphant smirk, he watched as the Dust round homed in...only for the smirk to become abhorrent shock as Phoenix took the hit for their Flagship.
In a fantastically red explosion, Phoenix was thrown to the ground, sliding several feet. She rubbed her stomach with a groan, "Well, now we know that Dust really does hurt!"
Helena, scanning the entire fight with her radar, fought the urge to help Phoenix up from the ground, as she was the rear line support, but was interrupted by the blip of a large, highly mobile objects in the sky. "Aircraft! And large ones, at that!"
She called to the team, getting a nod from Enterprise.
"Defensive AA Fire, protect the child!"
The smaller rounds bounced off the armor of the bullhead, but the flak was the true source of damage. Explosions threw the bullheads around but they stayed floating in the air as they began to fire on the shipgirls.
The girls that could use their dual purpose guns did so, letting loose with radio-fuzed flak shells, but the two brawling battleships added some fire of their own as they mauled the remaining goons.
"Woa~hahaha!" Sims laughed in her smug fashion, lithely sidestepping a Bullhead's strafing run. With her own AA guns, she blazed away. "Nana nana-na~, you missed~!"
Eventually the bullheads took enough damage, one crashing into the water behind them. The other crashing into the dust shipment. The third, however, had stayed away from the lethal barrage of flak, and swooped in at just the right moment to pick up Roman Torchwick.
"What is it with this town and crazy ladies?!" He asked rhetorically, clinging with haste onto the Bullhead.
Not caring that the other two Bullheads and their contents would be left behind, he banged twice on the vehicle. The pilot quickly maneuvered the Bullhead at full speed, disappearing into the night.
"...Damnit, they got away." Enterprise cursed, "Stand down, girls."
She hated it when her prey escaped, as they would always come back for a fight later on- this was true in both her fights against the Sakura Empire's super carriers and the Sirens in their scheming plots. It was also the reason she, in turn, was feared as the Grey Ghost, as nicknamed by the Sakura Empire.
Holding out an arm, all but a few of her aircrafts landed onto the flight deck for servicing. The few remaining in the air would act as scouts for a few more hours, assuming the enemy would try and hit them at the opportune time- also something she experienced in the wars.
"Soooo, what now?" California asked. She had taken only minor hits from the hired goons, but there were some scratches in her clothing, and her hair was ruffled.
"Now, we wait. We've already called attention to ourselves, so there's no point in exerting any more effort to anonymity."
And with perfect timing, the young teenager in crimson- flanked by three more girls, all given unique color schemes- approached the warships.
They stopped a few feet away at a respectful distance, until Enterprise waved them closer.
"Hi, um… I wanted to thank you for helping us!" Ruby said awkwardly, the other three girls walking up behind her. "Oh um… my name is Ruby Rose." Awkwardly, she gestured for the others to introduce themselves. "This here is my team!"
"Yang Xiao Long, whazzup~" The berserker cheekily waved, wondering which puns would be safe for a first meeting.
"This girl is Blake Belladonna" Ruby continued, motioning to the silent faunus of the team.
"Hello," Blake said, simply giving them a nod.
"And lastly, we have Weiss Schnee!"
"It's a pleasure to meet you," Weiss curtsied, dipping her head politely.
"It's good to meet you all. My name is Enterprise, and this group of ladies here are Task Force One. I'm relieved that we could be of assistance." Returning her bow to her back, she fought the urge to ask why these four girls were taking on such a dangerous group of criminals in the middle of the night. It was not her business, she knew, so she motioned for the fleet to move out.
Ruby paused, getting a message from her scroll. Her eyes widened when she read the message. "Wait! Miss Enterprise!" She called, turning the heads of the shipgirls. "The… the Headmaster wants to meet with you!"
That had the girls of Task Force One glancing questioningly at their leader. They had a schedule, but they certainly hadn't planned for such a sidetrack- or so everyone but Enterprise thought.
"It's most likely to thank you for assisting us," Blake added, mistaking the questioning looks for apprehension and fear.
"Should we…?" Tennessee asked her Flagship, who simply grinned triumphantly.
"Indeed we should." The veteran carrier said. "Helena, contact Admiral Martinez, let him know that we've got our way into the Academies and can expect to move ahead of schedule."
Responding to the internal radio broadcast- something others might mistake for telepathy- the light cruiser nodded. From that, she turned and placed a finger on her earpiece, contacting their Headquarters.
RWBY and Task Force One boarded the Bullhead that had just arrived, marked with the Beacon Academy insignia. The shipgirls shared unreadable glances as the aircraft lifted off, heading straight to the Academy.
...
"So what kind of weapon do you have?!" Ruby blurted out, unable to stand more than a minute of silence in their trip. "It looks like a bow, but seems much more complicated than that!"
Enterprise chuckled at the younger girl, who had gone starry-eyes in wonder as she zoomed all around the carrier- it was only because of Enterprise's experience fighting the Sirens with teleportation that she kept track of the eager Huntress.
With a head pat, she nodded. "Depending on what comes out of our little 'chat' with the headmaster," She subtly alluded at how it might or might not be a friendly one, "I'll be able to tell you all about my weaponry, and more!"
Unable to help herself, she gave the Red Huntress a pat on the head. 'Well, it seems that the Admiral's habits really do rub off onto me.'
She and the girls of TF1 laughed at the hypersonic squeals of delight, while "BWY" could only facepalm at their "R's" antics.
"Enterprise," Helena's cool voice sounded in the grizzled carrier's head/radio, "the Admiral says he will arrive at the Academy by tomorrow morning, and that you are to act as his representative until then. Oh, and also said that he knows that you know that he trusts you."
The carrier chuckled silently. "Then I shall do my best to live up to his expectations. Like always."
Enterprise made herself content watching the shattered moon of Remnant, nothing else occurring under it's pale light.
-Beacon Academy - 30 minutes later-
The six warships of Task Force one, as well as RWBY, walking just behind them, walked through the doors, stepping in to see the Headmaster of Beacon Academy, and the de facto leader of the Kingdom. Mug on his desk and fingers interlaced, he looked at them with analytical eyes. From that glance alone, the shipgirls could see him for what he was... a veteran through and through. There were other occupants in the room- one was hidden to the unassuming eye, but Enterprise was more than the average woman.
Standing next to the desk, they assumed was Glynda, having gotten a rundown from the team they rode with. The true mystery was the figure hiding behind a pillar. Her radar could easily detect them, but that made her all the more wary.
California elbowed her, eyes telling her to 'not worry about it.'
The Headmaster, after gazing a bit longer, but finally spoke. "So, you must be the heroes that saved my students at the dockyard." Ozpin said, swirling his coffee. "I must say it's a pleasure to meet such fine heroes as yourself, and express my gratitude."
RWBY blushed sheepishly. Enterprise took this as her que, so she stepped forward.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Headmaster Ozpin. My name is Enterprise, my two larger escorts are Tennessee and California, and the others are Phoenix, Sims and Helena."
"So," Ozpin's voice became more professional, "with the pleasantries out of the way...let us begin."
"First and foremost I wish to thank you for what you have done. Saving my students and driving off the White fang is no small feat!" He swished his coffee with a smile. "Though I do intend to find out just how exactly they got themselves into a position like that, it's nothing to worry about."
Team RWBY had the decency to look away, Yang and Ruby even whistling a tune.
Enterprise nodded, not quite smiling. "It's nothing to thank us for, Headmaster. Truthfully, we were walking around the city when we heard explosions. Given our background, we decided to investigate."
"And what are you doing here, Miss Enterprise?" He asked, humming. His voice seemed merely genuinely curious, rather than in an 'evil Headmaster' maliciousness. The question was accentuated by the rhythmic tapping of his fingers on his desk.
'I'll have to answer this carefully-'
The opening of the door behind them interrupted her thoughts. With a crisp march of military boots, an impressively uniform man strode through. He wasn't alone, trailed by a woman in a similar uniform; crisp, white, and very much a professional bearing.
His jacket had nothing of indication, but Enterprise had a strong gut feeling that this man was dangerous, should she face him on the battlefield. It was in his collected expression, his posture...and the rather large looking sidearm he carried, strapped in a holster.
It reminded her of the Admiral, when he got serious.
"Ah, General Ironwood… we weren't expecting you until tomorrow." Glynda hummed, checking her Scroll. The Shipgirls, hearing that he was indeed a high ranking officer, stood straighter and saluted, hands at their head showing respect for a possible superior.
Ironwood's poker face broke into surprise- he hadn't expected to find anyone with military discipline, not at Beacon and most certainly not from these strange women. He cleared his throat and returned their salutes. "As you were, ladies."
Smiling, he walked past them to his old friends.
"Glynda, it's good to see you." He said, smiling brightly. "Indeed, that was my plan, until news of these ladies here reached me, so I decided to see them with my own eyes. And so far," He leaned in quietly, "They don't disappoint."
Enterprise cleared her throat, and the other girls blushed at the praise. "Now, we are ready to begin?"
The leaders of Vale and Atlas nodded.
"Excellent. Firstly, my name is designated as CV-6 of the Yorktown class," She paused when the headmasters showed no reaction to the name, as she expected, "But you may call me Enterprise. Since we'll be allies from now on, know that I launch various aircraft from my flight deck, though it looks like I'm using a bow and arrow to non-shipgirls."
Ruby, cooing and aweing at the idea of such a warship, made a startling realization. "Wait...you sound as if you...are the ship?"
Enterprise smiled. "To you, I am simply a woman, but my origins are more...different than you could possibly imagine. Would you believe that I was originally an actual ship of steel and oil?"
Silence ensued, and she continued.
"I was built by the Eagle Union to fight in the Second World War, and only through great luck, determination and skill did I live to be what I am today. I am, literally, the spirit of USS Enterprise given form through wonderous technology."
Everyone, RWBY and the Headmasters' inner circle, looked like they wanted to ask more, be it what technology, or if the Eagle Union would be a friend or foe. Finally, Glynda spoke, "And the other women with you are…"
"Yes," Enterprise decided to continue. "Each of the girls with me are the same as I. We are shipgirls given a second chance at life, and we fought against the Sirens, an ancient and powerful enemy. Ah, but it's a long story, and we wish to get to the next part of business, so please forgive me for not answering more."
"So I'm assuming the fight with the Sirens is over?" Asked Ozpin analytically, now invested in this woman's tale. After all, if these shipgirls could defeat an ancient enemy like the Sirens, could they win against the Grim as well?
"Long story short, yes. We defeated the most powerful Siren, a creature named to be 'Observer', and destroyed the rest of her fleet. Any Sirens left are in hiding. It was due to...other, circumstances that we were able to answer a call for aid here."
Glynda took this all in stride, nodding out of silent respect to this woman. Enterprise was a beauty of form and mind. Her body was obviously well built, and her muscles rippled and coiled like powerful machinery. There was no doubt in her mind that if she was a warship in her previous life.
"So, your forces were freed up from the struggle, giving you extra leeway on assisting us in our...time of need?" Ironwood asked, leaning forward with hands on chin.
"Correct. It was about a month after our victory when we were approached by someone. He asked us if we were willing to be the guardians of a new world of humans. After showing us an overview of the situation, my Admiral agreed. Naturally, we followed him without question." She said.
"Blind loyalty?" Ozpin asked, suddenly wary.
"No, Professor, that's not blind loyalty. It's not even faith. We simply have absolute trust in our Admiral; he's never led us astray before, and we'll do anything for him because we know he can't lead us wrong." She smiled softly.
"So, you're here to help us fight the Grimm then?" Ironwood asked, sitting down in a chair to Enterprise's nod. "Hmm, very good. Ozpin, can we station them here at the Academy for the moment? Centralizing forces will let us easily coordinate, and studying how they operate would give us the ability to plan future movements against the Grimm."
"We can. Miss Enterprise, why don't you alert your Admiral that we are more than willing to accommodate your needs? For now, you six can bunk with some of the student teams for the night, as we need to prepare a base of operations. Your Admiral can get the process started once he arrives. "
She nodded, and stood to leave. Ozpin turned to Ruby, "Miss Rose, perhaps you could convince your fellow classmates to take on an extra roommate or two? Extra beds will be provided."
"OHMYGOSH YES- I mean, ahem, yes, we certainly can! Let me just, uh, go talk to them. Have a good night, Professor Ozpin!" Unable to contain her excitement, she and her team left to spread the news to JNPR. The adults stared bemusedly as they left, enjoying the enthusiasm of the Red Reaper.
"If that will be all, I have many tasks to take care of. By your leave, Professors, and you, General Ironwood." To the general, she saluted, and marched crisply on her heels out the door.
"...What are you thinking, Ozpin?" Ironwood asks as he watches the shipgirls leave, eyes no longer cheerful. His hard expression belied his 'full planning mode', dubbed 'Badass General Mode' jokingly by close associates. "This could be our chance. Despite the risk of having them around, we could end things once and for all."
"If they are what they say to be," Glynda said shrewdly. "And there's no telling what they might do if-"
She cut off, for Ozpin had raised his hand in silence.
"I think we may have just been given the key to finally win this war…" The Headmaster said at last. "We simply need to maintain control of the key until we can open the lock."
(-Next Day-08:00-)
The dawning of the day afterwards brought little to the (relatively) peaceful campus grounds. This was, until a trio of Bullheads landed in front of the Academy- the spot that would yet host the battle (lover's spat) between Winter Schnee and Qrow Branwen.
Their passengers exited with varied expressions and outfits, chattering and pointing at the massively impressive buildings of Beacon Academy.
One figure in particular stood out- being the only male, on top of sporting a form fitting uniform. He wore black and gold, complementing his complexion and dark hair. His leanly muscular chest was plastered with medals, an officer's cap atop his head, and a ceremonial saber at his side.
The girls walking closest behind him were his personal escort for the mission, ineptly named Task Force Two- Much to the chagrin of the Admiral, as his personal suggestions for names were always stoutly rejected.
The girls of TF2 were touted the Best of the Best among the Ironblood, and masters of defensive action required for protecting their Admiral; Bismarck and Tirpitz for raw power, matched only by Graf Zeppelin's fast planes' extreme levels of ruthless precision. Next came the seductive Prinz Eugen for strategy and innocent looking Graf Spee for tactics. Bringing up the rear was the versatile Z23, the teenage looking destroyer.
Together, they were the powerhouses of the Ironblood's small but dedicated navy. They certainly showed it in their posture.
Walking to meet them was Enterprise, leading Task Force 1. She saluted, "It's good to see you are safe, Admiral. I missed you!" She then kissed the Admiral on the cheek, much to the halfhearted glares of the other Ironblood girls, and whistles of Task Force 1.
"Have you been taking care of our Admiral, Ironblood dog?" Tennessee asked, swaggering up the KMS Bismarck. "I was worried you might not be able to actually take care of him."
Not one to step down from the challenge, Bismarck squared off with a smirk. "We Ironbloods are far more adept at taking care of him than you could ever be." Gripping her spear lazily, the Ironblood stared at the smaller battleship. "After all, despite your retrofits, you're still the same antiquated battleship I was able to counter from birth!"
Absently thumbing his wedding ring, the Admiral decided that this would be far enough. "It's good to see you too love…" he muttered, then spoke more loudly, "Come, introduce me to our new benefactors. It's time I met them myself."
He and the twelve strong escort fleet moved across the school grounds, ignoring the attention of the bystanding students and teachers alike.
The Admiral's mind was on far more concerning matters.
(-Ozpin's office-)
Atop the clocktower of Beacon, the gears, cogs, and weights moved in tandem, a barely contained chaos that implied a sense of timelessness.
It was the sound of a gong that greeted Admiral Raphael Martinez, nicknamed the 'ArchAngel' of Azur Lane for his role in...just about everything involving the maritime organization.
Admiral Martinez, or 'Just Raphael' he often insisted, gave a hum of appreciation as he walked in Ozpin's office. He took a moment to enjoy the mechanical aethstetics of a madman, if not a genius.
Only the Flagships of his two Task Forces followed him here, Bismarck and Enterprise. "Greetings, Headmaster Ozpin, I've looked forward to this!" He warmly clasped Ozpin's hands in both his own, vigorously shaking up and down.
"Oh, and the terrifyingly lovely Miss Goodwitch! Just as I expected!" He exclaimed, as if examining a species of a rare predator. To her credit, Glynda managed to hide her recoil at this, not sure if he complimented or insulted her.
Fortunately for her, he moved on. With a sudden bout of faux seriousness, he turned to the fellow soldier in the room, and saluted. He then ruined the solemnity, "Ahah, and General "Jimmy" James Ironwood, it's a pleasure, an absolute pleasure I say!"
"It's a... pleasure, to meet you, Admiral Martinez." Ozpin said with a strained smile, "Your companions hold you in high regard." The Headmaster then took a sip of coffee to make sure he wasn't hallucinating the sudden change in the man's hardened eyes.
"Indeed, and as I do them as well."
There was a brief lull in the silence, interceded only with the rhythmic 'tick tick tick' from Ozpin's tower.
Ironwood spoke next, "I look forward to seeing what your troops can do, Admiral. From one commander to a next, I'm sure you have quite a few talented people under your command."
"Indeed, I'll be able to provide you with a full dossier of all the forces available. As I'm sure you're aware, not all of my girls are here right now." Raphael said, handing over a storage chip with large amounts of data. "Rather than explain the capabilities in person, this data file will have everything you need to know. To start, the girls are divided into generic ship types; Destroyer, Light Cruiser, Heavy cruiser, Battleship, and Aircraft Carrier. Simply sort through that as you find time."
Ironwood nodded, more than familiar with the capabilities of his own fleets, both air and sea faring. He took the chip into his scroll, as he was eager to see what this newcomer force was made of.
They waited for the Admiral to say more, but he simply stared back at them with a dopey expression.
Ozpin broke the awkward silence, setting his coffee down and folding his fingers together.
"If I may ask, What do you plan to do now that you're here?"
The Admiral hummed, tilting his head.
"For now, not much. Assuming there are Grimm in the area, we could take the load off your huntsmen. Or, perhaps help here, at the Academy? Hmm, what to do~"
Not a bad idea, Ozpin thought. Keep him here and contained until we can gauge him fully. And, there's a perfect role for them to fill.
"Admiral, how would you and your girls feel about taking up teaching, for the time being?"
Ironwood, Winter, and even Glynda looked shocked at the Headmaster; the young students were the pride and joy of Ozpin's work, and he would willingly offer them to the strange and foreign newcomers?
Admiral Martinez gave a cheshire grin, "That is a wonderful idea. It just so happens that many of my girls have experience in Academies, be it as teachers or students.
"Indeed, I'm sure they might offer many insights to combating the constant threat of Grimm. So," Ozpin paused, "I take it as a yes?"
The Admiral nodded.
"Excellent. Then there should be no problem then. Miss Goodwitch, if would be so kind as to arrange extra classes, perhaps as extra credit? Work with the good Admiral here to put curriculum together, if you would."
Glynda, who was visibly fighting to keep her frustration to herself, sighed. "Very well. Admiral, I expect it to be ready by this evening." She tapped her riding crop in her palm to accentuate the 'or else' threat.
Raphael merely wagged his eyebrows at how soon it was to be.
"Oh, you mean this curriculum?" He asked, placing yet another data chip onto the desk. "I took the liberty ahead of time to compile a collection of my favorite lessons, along with extras from my adjutants. Essentially, lessons taken from our own experience, in which we can divide the strategy, tactics, and ethics of combat."
The leaders of Beacon and Atlas nodded. From what they had gathered, Admiral Martinez' force, "Azur Lane", had just finished fighting not one, but two world wars- no doubt, they were a wealth of knowledge and technology.
Ozpin sipped more coffee.
"Admiral Martinez, I look forward to working with you," Ironwood said, getting up and offering a hand shake. "But, I now have duties elsewhere that I've been putting off."
They shook, and Winter followed up with an appreciative nod- she had remained almost completely silent, watching the newcomer interact with her boss, preparing for the worse.
"He is most certainly an intriguing man, even if he does act strange…" Winter thought.
As if reading her mind, the Admiral smiled dashingly. "It is a pleasure to meet such a cold beauty like yourself, ma'am."
He topped it off with a rather cheesy bow. Behind Ozpin cleared his throat- suppressing his own smile. The Special Operative fought down the blush...and the urge to slap him. She managed, and cooly nodded back as she followed Ironwood out.
"Well, this meeting might as well adjourn for now. I thank you for taking the time to meet with me, Headmaster, Miss Goodwitch, Ironwood. I will be around should you need anything, and I must go now. Who knows what my girls are up to?"
All too familiar with the antics of young energetic women, the two leaders of Beacon acquiesced. "Your "Task Force One" has been guided the building they selected as your center of operations. We can also arrange for an official tour of the Academy, with particular focus on the teaching facilities."
He was, of course, referring to the classrooms, cafeteria, a workout gym, and the weaponry workshop used by students to craft and perfect their weaponry.
Admiral Martinez smiled, and shook Ozpin's hand again.
"So…" he said with a sly grin, "I'd guess that class will start this evening?"
Ozpin matched the grin, "Indeed, it's quite simple to prepare students for you."
Raphael's expression was puzzled, then he realized why. "Oh. Ooooh, I see! The power of extra credit is not to be underestimated, in both my world and this!"
"Indeed. A lecture room has been provided, and I'll leave it to you from there. Oh, and expect myself and a few other...guests, to listen in." They shook hands, and nodded.
"It will be a pleasure to work with you." Raphael said, eyes glinting with seriousness. "However long a war lasts, I've found that bonds of teamwork and trust will get you through."
Doesn't mean they can't try to outmaneuver each other, as they had multiple times just now. Why put something valuable into the pot if you don't think you can't win?
With that, he left to find his ships.
Much to do, so little time. Just as I want it.
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(-Story end-)
I will be taking suggestions, critiques and the like so please by all means, put them down below and I can promise I will take them into consideration. That does not mean however to send in hate! I will ignore it, I can promise you that. Also I would like to thank Rinter 215 for the inspiration. [AND CabooseHelpsU for slogging through it and building a proper foundation for the overall story, as well as preparing the direction of this fic to fit in.]
Important topics:
Pairings: Bumblebee will be a definite thing; I love this pairing, and the chemistry between the two is nice [Caboose: Cough cough RWBY-Chibi-shipteases cough cough!]
Power Scale: The shipgirls are very strong, but don't worry. As you could see, Aura users are rather versatile and adaptive, and that only gets more so as the seasons go on.
PLEASE REVIEW, IT GIVES ME THE MOTIVATION TO KEEP GOING!
Editor Note: You can thank me, Caboose, for the delay of chapter 3. After a read through of chapter 1 and 2 (and subsequent fixing of Chapter two), we decided to completely revamp the first chapter to build up the later story. We also suggest reading the "Watching the Multiverse Unfold" fic, and vice versa- THEY ARE CONNECTED. That said, Enjoy!