Been a long time I really worked on anything so I figured it would be best too just throw myself headlong into something, and what better place than the RWBY universe where everything is so fresh, new, and full of bullets and explosions.

Disclaimer: Monty Oum and Rooster Teeth own RWBY. If I owned it...well I would probably just be telling this same story.

Robin fidgeted in his seat at the small kitchen table. Never in his short life had he ever felt so uncomfortable in the Cappson family cottage. He began to absentmindedly fiddle with one of the tails of signature redcap while nervously dodging eye contact with the older man sitting across the table from him sipping coffee and looking over his scroll. After a few more moments of heavy silence the man set down his scroll and turned his attention to Robin, "There's no need to be nervous Robin, I'm just here to ask you a few questions."

"You another one of those reporters from the city?" Robin asked cautiously earning a smug smile from the man.

"Reporters you say? I'm not surprised, it's not everyday someone your age does something so recklessly heroic and comes back unscathed," He took a sip of his coffee and paused to savor the taste. "But no, I'm not a reporter. I'm actually an acquaintance of your grandfather. In fact I even knew your mother for a brief time."

"You knew mom?" Robin perked up at this leaning forward in his seat.

"Indeed I did, she was a fine huntress before she retired…if not a little rough around the edges." The man chuckled lightly. "But let's get back to why I am here. I'd like you to tell me about the Beowolf attack."

"Not much to really tell. You could just check the papers if you wanted to know." Robin started to feel uncomfortable again, he was never fond of being the center of attention.

"I'll be the judge of that. Why don't you just start at the beginning?"

"Okay, well it all started about a week ago…"

Flashback...

Robin sat on the small stone wall that encircled the village. He lazily peered out over the snowy field into the cloudy sky, his metal boots tapping against the stone brick wall as he swung his feet back and forth, "I hope grandpa helps me with combat practice today." For years now he'd been helping his grandpa design, build, and test weapons for huntsmen and huntresses. Every time he brought up the idea of leaving home to follow his dreams of becoming a huntsman his grandpa would scoff at the idea. "Boy be patient, mankind didn't harness the power of Dust in a day," He'd say before returning to his forge. "If this keeps up, I'll never get into Beacon." Robin thought tossing a pebble into the thick snow of the field.

He was pulled from his reverie by the frantic cries of a man barreling through the tree line of the forest and into the field. Robin snapped into actions and hoped from the wall running to meet the man. "Run! Run! They're coming!" The cries of the man rang through the air as he stumbled to the ground about halfway through field.

Robin skidded to a halt in front of the man he now recognized as Mr. Fulter, one of the loggers who worked at the lumber yard outside the village, "Mr. Fulter! Mr. Fulter what's going on? What's coming?" Mr. Fulter reached out and took hold of Robin's shoulders, his hands trembling.

"Beowolves kid! Beowolves! They attacked the yard, most of the guys got to safety, but I got separated and they chased me. They ain't far behind me, least two dozen. We gotta run kid!"

Robin's eyes narrowed, he could hear a commotion coming from the forest, "Listen Mr. Fulter. Go into town and get my grandpa, he'll know what to do." The older man stared up at Robin for a minute.

"What about you kid?"

"I'll hold them off." The sound coming from the forest was getting louder, breaking through the chilly air. "Hurry!" Mr. Fulter stumbled to his feet and made a break for the village as the first of the Beowolves emerged from the forest letting loose a primal howl. Robin closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and un-holstered his pistols, "You can do this, deep breaths, just remember your training." Ten Beowolves came charging through the field now with more flooding through the trees. Robin took another breath raising the pistols and taking aim, then in an instant he opened fire. The opening volley connected with the head of the pack first ripping into its shoulder then into its head sending splintering fragments of red and white bone into the air. "Just…a little….closer….NOW!" Robin threw his arms behind him and pressed the button on the handles of his pistol and a pair of powerful explosions erupted from the lower barrel of his guns launching him across the field towards the mass of Grimm.

As he barreled through the air he rolled his body forward before colliding with a Beowolf, bringing his heavy iron boot down on its skull with a sickening crunch. Before the now lifeless body could give way Robin pointed his guns at the Grimm on either side of him and fired a shot into each of their heads. At such close range the blasts left nothing behind of the monsters' heads. Quickly firing off another pair of explosions in front of him sent him flying back flipping through the air before landing some yards away skidding to a halt through the snow. The beasts stood stunned for a moment giving Robin enough time to eject his clips and swing his guns back to the small auto-loader on the small of his back. Once he heard the satisfying metallic click of the new clips locking into place he swung his guns back around as another wave of the Beowolves charged forward at him. He fired three shots into the one coming at him from the front, the bullets tearing through it, then ducking under the swipe aimed at his head from the Beowolf attacking from right. He brought one of his guns up and fired an explosion into the beast blowing it away and launching him hard into the chest of the Beowolf lunging at him from the left. The collision stunned it giving Robin enough time to dig in one of his feet into the ground and pivot in the snow before firing a round of shots into the Grimm before it could even hit the ground. The rest of the pack was charging at him now so he blasted forward hurtling at pack at top speed, but at the last minute aimed his guns down and fired another explosion sending him flying into the air high above the Grimm. Robin couldn't stifle a chuckle before he started raining down shots at the startled Beowolves watching as they tried to scatter. When he landed he threw his guns up and fired an explosion to his left and to his right claiming three or four more in each blast before weaving between claws as the rest of the pack converged on him in the center.

The world became a whirl of motion, gunshots, and explosions. He lost track of which Beowolf he was aiming at and let instinct take over. After a few more seconds he finally came to a stop, panting heavily. He looked out over the field at the unmoving Grimm, black smoke lazily rising from their bodies. He stood stunned for a second until the realization hit him and he could no longer contain himself. "I DID IT!" He cried out throwing his arms into the air in triumph. Unfortunately his victory was short lived as one of the unmoving Beowolves sprung to life and stuck him in the chest with a powerful claw sending him reeling off his feet into a nearby tree. His head collided with the trunk hard and blackness played at the edge of his vision as he watched the Grimm stalk towards him. He tried to reach for his guns, but they landed just out of his reach. The Beowolf now loomed over him, claw raised. The last thing he heard before he slipped into unconsciousness was the loud report of a gun in the distance.

End of Flashback…

"I woke up later at Doc Hayfield's, Grandpa said he killed the last Beowolf. I was lucky he showed up when he did I guess." Robin scratched the back of his neck while the older man just peered at him from over his dark spectacles, a faint grin playing across his features.

"That's quite a story." The man set down his mug and extended his hand across the table. "Would you mind letting me see your weapons?"

"Wha…you mean Hob and Goblin? Oh sure." Robin fumbled with his holsters before passing the guns to the man who reverently picked up one and carefully inspected it. He carefully inspected the two heavy black and red pistols for a few moments.

"Impressive craftsmanship. Truly a Cappson original." The man said running his hand gently along the length of the barrel. Robin blushed and begun to laugh nervously.

"Yeah they really are great. Took me and my grandpa awhile to work out the kinks."

"Oh Really." The older man cocked an eyebrow and set down the gun.

"Well yeah. Y'see after mom and dad died, I decided I wanted to become a huntsman. It took a while to get grandpa to warm up to the idea, but once he did he said 'If yer' gonna go out and fight Grimm you better have something that will keep yer' hide safe', so we went to work and tried a lot of different ideas. We tried swords, gun-swords, spears, and a whole mess of other ideas. Problem was I wasn't exactly suited for most of them cause…" Robin shrunk in his seat a little. "Cause of my size. Grandpa says it runs in my grandma's side of the family, my mom was real short too. I was always a pretty good shot so grandpa figured since I wasn't suited for swords and such he might as well make something I could use to compensate."

"And that was these?" The older man gestured at the guns.

"Yup, Cappson model high impact handguns fitted with high powered explosive dust cannons," Robin beamed looking at his prized weapons. "It took a while to get the hang of 'um, but grandpa asked some old guy he knew who teaches up at one of those combat schools up in Vale to come down and train me."

"Did he now?" The man seemed to becoming more interested in Robin's story.

"Yeah, it took a few weeks, but after that I had the hang of 'um so I could start training on my own or with grandpa."

"I see, it's no wonder someone your age had no trouble dealing with a pack of wild Grimm with no formal training."

"I guess, but I hope someday I'll be able to go to Beacon and actually start really training to become a huntsman." Robin gave a wistful sigh while the man clasped his hands in front of himself in a contemplative manner looking at the boy.

"I may be able to help with that Mister Cappson."

"What do you mean?" The man merely smirked pushing his glasses up his nose.

"Robin, my name is Professor Ozpin, and I am headmaster at Beacon Academy. Your grandfather believed you were ready to enroll asked me to come here today and see for myself." The Professor stood taking his cane and moving towards one of the windows, peering out at the snow beginning to fall.

"Y-you really mean it sir?" Robin stood from his seat with wide hope filled eyes when the back door of the cabin swung open.

" 'At's right boy. Day's finally come." His grandpa's gruff voice assured as he stepped in dropping his heavy tool belt on the chair by the door. The gears in his artificial arm and leg whirred and creaked as he strode over to the white hair Professor. "Ya' sure it's okay Oz? Boy's a little young, still two years shy of enroll'n." Robin's heart skipped a beat until Ozpin interjected.

"I don't think it will be a problem to make a special exception. He is a Cappson after all." The Professor turned to Robin who was doing his best not to start jumping up and down, "The opening ceremony is in a week, I expect to see you there."

"Yes sir!" Robin did his best to do a proper salute.

"Good." And with that the Professor made his way to the door and out into the snow.

The cabin was silent for a minute before the older Cappson drew his pipe from his heavy coat, pressing the button at the bowl causing the tobacco to smoke and crackle, "Well what'chu waiting for boy. Give me those guns. I won't have you heading off to Beacon with some faulty weapons with our name on them."

"Yes sir grandpa!" Robin fetched the guns. Finally his dream was starting to come true.

And there you have it folks. One Prologue down, three more to go. Always eager for input and am open to OC's if they seem reasonable or cool. I have most of the main cast planned out but if they fit I'd be happy to use them and give you the credit. Will try to update once every few weeks. Til next time.