In a Prison In West Atlas…

"Three weeks gone and the combatants gone, returning over the nightmare ground..." ringed in his head as flashes of dying soldiers flashed in his mind. "The frowning barrel of his gun overshadowing..." it continued as he heard gunshots muffling screams of dying men. "Look. Here in the gunpit spoil, the dishonored picture of his girl, who had put…" as the picture had changed to his tear ridden face covered in a girl's blood and heard her dying words with profound clarity "Vergissmeinnicht."

He awoke sweating to the monotone sound of the flashlight banging on the door to his solitary confinement cell. He wiped the sweat from his scarred face, took off the eyepatch from his left eye and slicked his hair back. He looked down at his arms, tattooed with the words "Semper Invicta" and "Semper Decus" (always invincible/ always glory) on the right and "Semper Fidelis" and "Semper Victorium"(always loyal/ always victorious) The guardsman shouted "Prisoner 60350 stand up and face the wall with your hands behind your head." He stood up and faced the grey walls of his cell while putting his eyepatch on, the antagonizing light from the iron-barred windows shining upon his head, and pondered to himself the prospects of dying alone in some grimm's nest called Atlas Maximum security prison. The door creaked open and he heard not one guard but two, but the second one was not a guard, his footsteps carried less volume than the boots of a cell guards' boots did. "Victor Marlowe, convicted for the assault of seven officers in east Vacuo, Two of whom were near fatally injured. Known as the last leader of the mercenary group "The Forgotten Soldiers," specifically the unit "The Marauders"... so young for a dog of war wouldn't you agree?" The man said pacing in intervals. Victor nearly turned and killed the man if it were not for the shotgun in his back. Victor knew that voice to be the warden of the prison, a racist sociopath named Damien McClusky, who found pleasure in the unequal treatment of faunus in particular. "You know I could just execute you along with the rest of those animals with two feet, but I have a heart you see. I have kids, almost the same age as you, who will one day rid the world of the Faunus race and those terrorist White Fang scum from the rest of this earth so I can feel your pain…" Victor smirked "Of course you feel my pain, just like the pain I get from imagining what your kids look like… hope they take after mommy…." "SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU LITTLE SHIT" He yelled, throwing the tan folder on the floor and pulling out his compact handgun. "You think this is funny huh you fuck, I came here to this rat's nest to hand you to some prick who sees value in your life. I seriously don't know which mental ward he came from, but he probably saved your ass from a life in prison you scum, be grateful I didn't kill you sooner!" "Funny I was about to say the same thing" Victor retorted as the guard escorted him to the interrogation room.

On an Airship to in Vale

"Stop it Yang…" "oh come on Rubes!" the voices echoed next to him. "Oi sunshine… ello? Remnant to scarface are ya there? Oh come on patchy wake up!" The girl in front of him chanted at him while preparing to kick him. She lunged forward and Victor grabbed her leg flipping her to the glass with a handgun in her face. "Ch-Cheers love Olivia is here!" she replied hesitantly, as his angered expression emphasized his facial scars and his eyepatch even more than before. Victor began to notice the tense mood around him and took the gun off her neck. "Sorry about that" he said removing the pistol from her neck. "No prob chap, I had insurance for if things went all out!" she responded removing the bullpup shotgun from his stomach. "Name's Olivia, and just for reference that's how I greet my parents anyways!" She awkwardly responded. Victor had many questions many pertaining to if her household was accustomed to domestic violence.

Others on the ship seemed cut from different cloth than the usual fabric of people Victor knew. The girl on her right in yellow with a yellow gauntlet seemed to know Olivia, the pretentious one in white looked puzzled as to the nature of the commonfolk conversation and the the one in Red seemed awfully interested in the shotgun the troubled optimist was wearing. Suddenly, a nausea stricken blonde ran through Victor and Olivia, frantically running to the unfortunately occupied restroom. "please ...open the door" he tried saying while avoiding throwing up on the panicked germaphobe sitting next to the restroom. "Nein ein restroom ist occupied" a voice from inside said. The blonde turned to the girl next to the bathroom wearing the ushanka hat. "You puke on me cyka and you will cease to exist." she said and he turned to the trashcan and threw up. Watching the students go at it made Victor feel nostalgic and saddened at the same time which caught the eye of one in a red dress.

The ship touched down ever so gently at the steps to beacon and got off were a ship load of students from every race, color, country and creed. As he got up he was shoved to the side by an 7 foot tall behemoth of a man carrying a steel trunk full of gear, whom Victor quickly denied as a someone under eighteen. Another was a woman wearing a silk yukata, walking in silent grace amongst a crowd of loud adolescents. Olivia had carried enough cases with her to survive the next two years with a family of four. Victor, carried what he deemed necessary, a military duffle bag with hand sewn patches on it to prevent leaks, a trashbag full of his combat gear and his "luxury" gym bag that kept his personal belongings. "Psh...what dumpster did you jump out of" the girl in white asked him. He ignored her and kept walking as if nothing happened. "Hey where do-" fortunately she was cut off by the girl in red tripping over her stuff. A few seconds later Victor heard an explosion and was frozen in shock for a moment. His mind relapsed to the horrors he had seen in battle. As he turned back slowly, almost ready to yell "contact" he wound up seeing no one was hurt. "You dolt you could have killed us both!" the one in white said. "sorry about that" red apologised as she got up from the smoke and confusion. The two continued to ramble on while Victor stared in shock of how lightly they handled the situation. A voice behind him asked "you like the one in yellow, yea I'm more likin' the white one ya know." He looked back and he saw a faunus who wore a suit and tie and had dog like ears and a shadow of a beard. "Oh, I'm sorry Kasper Killgore, but you can call me Kasper because we're friends now right?" He responded instantly. Kasper gave off a kind of scent that only Victor could smell; one that reeked of death, yet was clean and well kept like his high-and-tight haircut. "If I may, what kind of faunus are you?" Victor asked. "Why I am just a humble jackal" he said walking away to the temporary rooming suitcase in hand. Victor wondered if he should get going too.

A Few Hours Later

Everyone was gathered and invited to sleepover with the rest of the students after Ozpin's speech. Victor Payed little attention to it as he knew before hand what it was about. As he spread out his bedding on the floor he laid across it a blue tarp. He opened up his duffle bag and pulled out his Assault rifle and sniper Rifle along with the two pistols on his hip and began disassembling them to prepare for tomorrow's test in Emerald forest. On the other side of the room the girl in yellow kept pestering red to come over and got to the point where she dragged her over. "Hey guys so this is Ruby… oh no looks like I gotta go so see ya!" she said running off. "Uh Yang wait...Uhhh hi guys whatcha doing?" She looked over at the girl in black then immediately focused her attention at the weapons being greased and checked for the next day." "wow what kinda rifle is that? Never seen one like that one." she said looking closely at the weapon. It's barrel cover had metal sheets covering the handguard and its barrel was oddly thick for an assault rifle. Its scope magnifier had a four times zoom and infrared toggle switch in front of a red dot sight. "It is a automatic gauss rifle. I made it with… a close friend of mine a long time ago, though she mostly designed it."He said smiling while looking up. "Wow I'd love to meet this friend of yours-" Ruby said. "She is... she passed away a while back." He said with a melancholy tone. "I-I'm sorry I didn't mean to pry" she apologized. "No it's fine, I appreciate the sentiment." The two continued to talk for the night, conversing about weapons and such, which kinda gave Victor a peace of mind he hadn't had in awhile.

Watching from the distance the cargo short and tank top wearing Olivia and the polka dot pajama wearing Juggernaut watched in silence. "Well ain't that romantic, scarface and half pint might be a ship after all, who would'a knew." Olivia said, emotionally touched by the event. "Vas ist los? (what is this?) Why am I near tears, it's just so beautiful... Words cannot express how touched I am *sniff sniff*" He said shedding a few tears looking down at what was in his six foot long locker with wheels he brung with him. Olivia turned to him with a doubtful face "Da fuck, what movie you been watching? it's sappy but not tear-worthy; I was making a jo-"She looked down to see he was staring at a Belt of armor-piercing high-explosive sabot rounds for a machine gun and a bottle of liquidized orange dust. "JAYSUS ya preparin' for the second civil war 'r something!" She said out loud. "this , oh ist for mein leiben…" he said pulling out a weapon that was four feet long and landed on the ground like a ursa fell from a cliff. "Zis ist mein lieben (my love). She weighs one hundred and twenty kilograms and fires twelve hundred rounds per minute. She comes with ein flammenwerfer (flamethrower) und a chainsaw for when ze grimm come too close for mein pleasure. I plan on marrying her someday…" He said without pause or hesitation in his speech. "ai' aight first off, you English much good? Second, I know I'm not exactly anyway to judge, but do you believe in animal cruelty?" She asked him questioning his mental state. "Didn't catch you name any who.""Its Nickolaus Schwartz how about you?" "they Call me a lot of things, but mostly Olivia Daisycutter. Nice to meet cha."

Over in the corner of the room sat a young lady in a yukata polishing her sword and sipping her tea which she had gotten from her thermos. She sooked into the mirror like katana longsword as if it was a child; adoringly gazing into its wave like blade and the characters engraved on the sides of the sword. "Such bal-" she muttered before her tea was knocked across her lap and into the sword by a running blonde. "Sorry about that...uh you okay" she apologized as she picked up her thermos. "My name is Yan-...um you okay?" "Such balance" the girl said to herself, trying to contain her anger. "Such… bal….ance…." she repeated, glancing at her sleeping bag covered in tea. "I should leave now" Yang said to herself quietly. "Yes you should." the other replied. By then everyone was going to sleep for the night, even the lovestruck spartan looking lady who was continuously staring at the knight sleeping next to her for the duration of the sleepover.

Authors note: The accents are my idea of diversifying the people from different kingdoms and backgrounds on Atlas, so bear with the fact that some character's dialect will come off as hard to read.

After Victor repacked his things into his duffle bag he tried to sleep. He closed his eyes and just as he faded from consciousness, he heard a voice say "shoot coward…" then a gunshot after. He awoke in panic and looked around, it was all quiet and the sound of faint snoring could be heard. He grabbed his handgun, loaded it, and stuck it in his pocket just for safety. He snuck past the large group of students sleeping. Olivia was being crushed alive by Nickolaus' arm like a puppy trapped under a two-by-four. Victor proceeded to the roof to get some air and clear his mind.

As he proceeded to the roof he heard a voice humming a tune, a very familiar tune to Victor. He approached her slowly with a gun in his hand "Anastasia?" She turned around and it turned out to be the yellow haired lady who had invited everyone. "What did you say" She asked. "No just thought you were someone else" he replied in a relieved melancholy. He walked up to the railing and stared over the campus of the school. "So why are you up here?"He asked. She looked at him in question "I could ask the same thing tough guy, but I'll go first. I was just came to think about some things. You know like hows school life going to be, what is my first day like, excetera excetera" she responded. Victor wasn't blind and he could tell she was lying from the moment she said "you know." "well I came here to do the same, to think about what the meaning of life is and such…" He said sarcastically. "Oh come on, look at you scars, the eyepatch and the tendency to cover your tattoos on your arms. You gotta have a more interesting story than that." She asked him. "Maybe I do, and maybe you do as well but I think we both know not to pry too far into each other's business." "Hey, you don't get off so easy, for a person who starts cozying up to my little sis on the first day, you can at least tell me where you come from before you take it to the next level."She told him grinning. "Fine I'll give you this much" he said turning around. Suddenly his tone switched from a somewhat upbeat one to a more serious one. "This eyepatch and these scars came from the mistakes I've made in life. These tattoo's reminders of the countless sacrifices that came from those mistakes. There is a reason why I don't enjoy the past, and a fair good one that justifies my avoiding it." Yang wanted to apologize for asking, but couldn't find words to say it. He walked towards the door when he heard "y-you know that I could somewhat sympathize with you. I-" "Don't, I should be sorry for telling you. Please forget what I had said to you, It was uncalled for and it would be better for both of us to just call it a night. Ozpin isn't the type to make written tests if "you catch my drift" so to say." Victor said smiling sadly. He walked down the stairs back to his sleeping bag to at least try to sleep for more than two hours. "You suck at speaking in slang, that phrase is so outdated." Yang said smiling, appreciating his care for her emotions. They both headed back to the main room to sleep for the night after that.

Author's Note: This is my first fanfic so some constructive criticism is welcome. Another note is that everytime there is a new character, I will kind of explain in depth what their weapons look like at the bottom of each chapter so… yeah in short I get to express my extensive knowledge in firearms (yay). Thanks to those who are reading nice to know someone likes my story enough to read this far.

Weapons note: So first off is Victor's assault rifle "wraith". Think of it as a Magpul Masada with four metal sheets on its barrel cover and an adjustable magnification scope in front of a laser it is collapsed the stock retracts and the barrel becomes a integrated suppressor, then when extended, its barrel infolds into a regular barrel, its stock extends and its magnifier folds into place, becoming a railgun sniper. His sidearms "em" and "us" are two pistols, similar looking to a springfield XDM with a PEQ box. The slide shifts back and the grips fold back to make combat knife. His last weapon in his back is a rifle, that is literally just a sniper rifle (rare in this world, right). The rifle, "forget me not" is no different than a Remington 700 with a bipod, a 20x scope and a night vision attachment.

Olivia's weapon of choice her "Ivy Crossroads," a fully automatic double barreled UTS shotgun with helical magazines like a bizon submachine gun. It has two steel sheets on the side that act as dust it wouldn't be RWBY if it didn't transform and go super-saiyan. The Sheets move up to form a V shaped platform of the top of the weapon. The two air canisters on the side and the cam wheel in the front attach a wire to the front sights and the stock extends to make it a (wait for it) a kinda like a fat man mini nuke launcher, except it launches different types of missiles, not nukes. Don't question how long it took me to design this weapon on sheets of paper in math class.

The last (of this chapter), and my most favorite weapon, "Mein Lieben Maschinengewehr" (my love machinegun). Yeah kinda corny name but the details are what matter right? Lets start from the top, The machinegun, and the base of the weapon, is basically an MG-42 with a slightly longer barrel, a handle above it and a steel shield attached to the barrel. Below that is the flamethrower, which looks like a LPO-50 model or as most know it, the one in Far-Cry. It uses two bayonets in front of it with built in pilot lights to ignite the flame. Finally at the bottom is the chainsaw, which is practically a lancer's chainsaw from Gears of War.

That concludes gun-porn for this chapter. Hope you enjoyed (and understood)