Ok, let's give this a shot. RWBY is owned by Monty Oum and Rooster Teeth. Destiny is owned by Bungie and Activision.
You ever wonder why we're here? Not in a religious or existential way. Why am I here in this bar? I mean, sure the drinks are alright, and the music can be pretty good. Thing is, I'm pretty sure my Ghost wants to complain about wasting time. Thing is we still need information, and the owner of this place is a wanna be info broker.
"Bartender, another round. Leave the bottle." I say with a sigh. I look to where the owner, a man known as "Junior." Well, this is interesting. Looks like someone's trying to make a deal. Gotta take quick peeks or else the twins Junior hired will notice. Let's see:white suit, black fedora, red hair, and a cane. Yep, looks like that crook Torchwick. Interesting. Vale PD is offering a bounty on him, but it's only really ever given out to Huntsmen or Huntresses. Might have to pay them a visit to tip them off.
This has pretty much been my life since I crashed on this planet almost two years ago. Mostly, I've been trying to concentrate on fixing my ship and making enough Lien to stay alive. Was a little annoyed when my Glimmer stash was called useless by every shop I went to. Interestingly, I've found another use for it. It seems that, if you add the raw substance in a cube of Glimmer with a bit of Dust, it acts like an amplifier for it. With this in mind, I've been building up a stash of Lien to try to open my own shop. Haven't had much luck, which is why I hang around places like this to get info on jobs available in the area, legal or no.
'That's why this is a bad idea, Guardian.' Speak of the devil, there's my Ghost now.' If we are caught doing these jobs, we will never find a way to repair the Kestrel and return home.'
'But without those jobs, we can't get the Lien to buy the parts to fix it. Even if we get the parts, there's no way we can fix the warp drive. On top of that we have no idea how far we were thrown off course or even if we are in the local cluster.' Pretty much, I've given up on getting home. I'll keep my eyes and ears open to try to find a way, but if not I want to find a way to live here. I really hope he doesn't push this and make me look crazy for the tenth time this week.
'If you say so Guardian. Keep in mind, the longer we stay here the further the Darkness spreads.' He always ends with that. Tries to scare me into doing what he wants. I know the Darkness will spread, and if it shows here I'll destroy it with extreme prejudice. Looks like Torchwick is done, he's moving off and looking satisfied with whatever they discussed. Hmm, what's this? Junior's shaking the twins off and getting a drink. Now might be my chance…if a long-haired blonde didn't just sit right next to him. Damn, have to wait a bit longer. Something about this doesn't seem right. She seems a bit young to be here, but then again I'm not one to talk. Seems like she needs some info from Junior…and I don't think crushing his testes is a good way to go about it.
Ok, looks like this is going to get interesting. I reach down next to my stool and grab my helmet. Good old Chroma Vow. I stand and start to make my way to the doors before shit really goes down. Unfortunately, Junior's sent flying into one of the mirror/light towers before I get there. With a sigh, I turn back and try to help the civvies get out before someone gets shot.
"Damn…" Whoever she is, blondie's got some moves. She's taken down most of the Axe Gang, but DJ Deadbear over there's pulling out an assault rifle. I make a split-second decision and Blink behind him. Before he knows what happened, I knock him out with a blow to the head. Hopefully he stays down for a while. I look out to the dance floor and get a nod of thanks. I gesture behind her where the twins are approaching. She turns back as I try to walk to the door again.
"You with her?" I turn to my left and see Junior. He's apparently recovered enough, and that rocket launcher he's sporting doesn't look too friendly.
"Nope, just don't like assholes with assault rifles firing wildly on a room with civvies nearby. I don't have a problem with you yet, but you keep pointing that at me and I will." I reply, ready to Blink again if it looks like he'll shoot. Before that can happen, the red-themed twin goes flying between us. We both look to the floor where blondie's finishing up with the twin in white. Junior then aims at her, looking a little too smug.
"You're gonna pay for that blondie." I hear him say. And here's where my inner caveman jumps in. God damnit, I hate it when men threaten women. I reach behind my back and pull out a hand cannon that looks like it was carved from the dark heart of one of the cracked moons of Saturn. The Thorn, the last piece of gear I found before the warp drive incident. I prime the magazine, and it starts to glow.
"Hey Junior, now I have a problem with you." I say as I am the Thorn at his head. He pauses as he sees me aim the gun at his head. Blondie uses my distraction to jump in close and pummel him out the window. Huh, shotgun gauntlets. Never seen those before. I put the Thorn back in place and proceed to walk out.
"Hey! I could have taken him myself!" Blondie yells as I try to walk out. "But thanks. I'm Yang!" Well, at least I have a name now.
"Telc Andross. A pleasure, but I'm going to clear out before the cops get here, and I suggest you do the same." I reply as I finally make it to the door. Jesus, how big was this damn bar? Oh well, back to the mine where I hid my ship to try to get some sleep. Still no new job, so I'm gonna have to try somewhere new tomorrow. As I get on my Sparrow to get there, I'm left thinking about the events that led to this.
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