Author's Note: So this is going to be a different sort of Self Insert Story. Instead of just being one person going into the world of Remnant I'm going to put in a good chunk of people who I know. There names will be changed in case one of them somehow, somewhere, find this abomination. Secondly, while I am fine with writing certain levels of vulgarity I will not be explicitly writing out f-bombs, instead I will illude in a not-so subtle fashion. With that out of the way let's get underway with this hunk of junk!
Chapter 1: One Hell of a Car Ride
A sudden dip jolted the Chevy Pickup driving across the freeway. A chorus of 'ugh' broke the silence, that and the constant droning of the tires running across the road. Four people sat in the pickup driving on the I5 freeway in the United States. They all knew each other to some extent as they shared a few classes with one another but the one class they all had together was one you wouldn't expect: Band. Yes the people in the car were musicians, or what could pass as musicians for high schoolers. They varied in their instrumentation. Brandon, who was driving, played the Bass Trombone and was one of the more 'lively' members. Sam, a sophomore, known for his skills on the Alto Sax and his knowledge of music, most people assumed he would become a band teacher in his later years. Jeffery, who preferred to go by 'Reese' for some good reason, was one of the percussionists and was slightly pissed he didn't get to be with the other 'percs'. Then finally in the pickup was Travis a Euphonium/Baritone Horn player who was quite good at solos and was seen as one of the more dependable people in the class. There was one other car behind the lead of Chevy Pickup but their names and lives aren't important right now. Travis' eyes were closed as he nodded his head to music in his earbuds, Reese was staring out the window looking at the sky, and Brandon was talking with Sam about music and other band stuff while band arrangements played over the speakers.
"I'm just saying we need to play this one day," Sam said moving his fingers imitating a conductor's baton.
"Yeah well let's get this performance over with and maybe we'll look at it," Brandon replied keeping one hand on the wheel while contemplating and moving his hand over his freckled and scraggly haired chin, "you do realize that Trav is going to have his chops busted with the amount of high notes in it."
Sam looked back and saw Travis had not heard his earlier comment and saw his position change to where his foot rested on his other knee creating a small triangle of space as his legs hopped up and down with the beat of whatever he was listening to. Reese turned to look at Travis and saw Sam staring him down and tapped the Euphonium player's leg catching him by surprise. Travis quickly pulled out his right earbud and looked back to Reese who pointed at Sam's mug.
"May I help you?" Travis asked in a tone where his pitch raised overtime.
"Yeah, what if we played this song?" Sam said in a quick fashion with a certain certainty in his voice like he knew it was going to be a sure thing.
Trav took out the other earbud in his left and closed his eyes holding his chin with his eyes moving his top half with the song. After a the melody had passed and suddenly went to a long rest Travis answered. "Doesn't sound too bad, but Kendra and Kylie will skewer us with those Clarinet riffs." Sam tilted his head as the same riffs came back ands noticed how fast and high it required the two female Clarinet players in the other cars behind them.
"Oh yeah," Sam noted with a touch of disappointment in his voice.
"I don't know, I kind of think it's possible," Reese suddenly chimed in which got him looks from Sam and Travis.
"Of course you would you're a filthy percussionist. And in this song all there is a few Timpani hits," Travis joked putting one of his classic asshole responses to use.
"F**k you too Travis," Reese retorted with a chuckle, smile, and a one finger salute.
Travis had a certain way with words that could only be described as being an 'ass', or what called the biggest of all 'equal opportunity jerks', as he didn't care so long as he got to make fun of somebody. Even if he didn't have anybody else to make fun of he would resort to using himself as the subject material usually lightening the mood and allowing him to make fun of people.
They hit another bump and all their bodies shift upwards for fractions of a second then the sound of Sam's phone went off with a ringtone that the group had grown all too familiar with on this trip. They all groaned and went back to the positions they were once in except without Travis' earbuds lodged in his ears.
"What do you want now Kendra?" Sam said over the roar of the wheels now enveloping the silence.
"Hey could you tell Brandon that were going to have to stop soon?" Sam's cousin inquired over the phone.
"Again?" Sam responded in a tone that more or less translated to: 'really'.
"Yeah," Kendra replied in a very 'don't hurt me, I'm sorry,' tone, "someone had to have three Monsters before they left.
A small 'Hey!' could be heard from the receiver that all of the occupants in the pickup could hear with them backing in reaction. Sam sighed with an "Ok" and hung up.
"What was that about?" Brandon asked shifting his hands going along with a turn in the freeway.
"We're going to have to stop," Sam replied with Reese and Travis collectively groaning, "hey don't blame me, blame the guy who had drink three Monsters."
Even though Sam didn't say directly who did drink the energy drinks they all knew and Travis shook his head at the window. "I swear I'm going to kill Franklin when we stop."
A blue metal sign with the words 'Rest Stop in 5 Miles' came into vision and Brandon tapped Sam's shoulder and pointed to the sign. "Text Kylie that there's a rest stop soon, we'll stop there."
Sam texted the other clarinet player and within few minutes his phone buzzed with a message of ~Thank you~. "Well that's that," Sam said laying his head up against his seat and closing his eyes. The car was quiet except for the new song that came up. A song they themselves had played to often: 'Country Gardens' by Percy Grainger. As the song played each of them hummed their own parts since they knew the tune all too well. A big rig in front of the Chevy Pickup began to slowly oscillate its load back and forth making Brandon screech on the brakes.
"Whoa!" Brandon yelled planting his foot on the left pedal.
"What the hell is going on?" Travis asked with a certain emphasis on the word 'hell'.
"This truck is getting lopsided ahead of us here," Brandon replied pointing at the big rig who now was trying to get over to the right side of the lanes.
The truck was massive, and a tanker. It grinded to who fast lane to a grinding halt with the usual sounds of horns blaring thinking the problem will magically go away if they honk loud enough. The other lanes were moving at a relatively good place and when it looked clear the truck began to make the trek across the lanes. Brandon began to massage his temple trying to avoid a nasty headache. However from behind came the sound of a screeching engine and the roar of motors as a sports car came zooming down the empty lanes. It weaved in and out dodging cars that were trying to slow down for the truck. Well it didn't know why the other cars were slowing but by the time it noticed it, it was too late. Trying to swerve to the side the front end went in at an angle piercing the tank full of what could be assumed to be gasoline. The liquid soon was beginning to spill out of the tank claiming seemingly taking over the ground with its flammable substance. Brandon took one look and his eyes went to the size of saucers.
"Everybody get out!" He yelled opening the door and undoing his seatbelt.
When they noticed what was happening many 'Oh shits' and 'F**K RUNs' were yelled as many people began to flee. The next thing anybody knew was the sound of the 'KBOOM' and a white flash swallowed the air and space.
Travis woke up but didn't open his eyes as his body was unwilling to move. He felt a small breeze and the sound of trees moving caught his attention. Well am I dead? Is this hell? Or Heaven? I expected more of a welcome. If I see Franklin then I'm going to say it's Hell. I should probably get up. But it's so comfy on this grass. Travis then paused and then one of his eyes shot open with a realization. Wait a minute, since when was grass apart of the afterlife? When the Euphonium player opened his other eye he was in a large forest. Just my luck, he thought. He brushed the dirt out of his dishwater blonde hair that nearly went to his eyes, covered his ears from the cold, and covered a majority of neck but stopping before the bottom. He patted his grey-ish blue zip up hoodie along with his blue jeans and began to crack his neck. While most people found it disgusting Travis took pleasure in cracking his bones, primarily all of them. He started with his neck, then the shoulders, the hands, waist, knees, and the grand finale was done by his toes finished with the ankles.
"Oh god I been in that car for too long," Travis noted while not yet fully comprehending what happened. Then it hit him. "Wait a minute!" He said looking around at the forest around him. "Where the hell am I?!" He took steps in all directions turning his neck like a puppet trying to get a better view. He cupped his hands around his mouth. "Reese!? Brandon!? Sam!?" He yelled trying to get a response. A response did come, but not the one he was expecting.
"Hey did you hear something?" An unfamiliar voice from a distance said."
"I don't know but we need to get back to base soon," A second voice pointed out.
"Ahh, come on if it's a human maybe we'll get to shoot them."
That last part didn't sit too well with the Euphonium player. Unsurprisingly, the comment made a pit so big it could be used to put bodies in it or swallow stars wholes. He quickly ducked behind a tree as the sound of a motor and two yellow headlights came to where he was. Okay Travis there is a completely logical explanation for this. It could be an awful dream. No too real. Okay think! After going over his options he unfortunately had to go with the most illogical response, I have to be in another world. After a few seconds he followed up his thought, note to self don't watch the Matrix movies after two o'clock ever….again. Two, what looked like, soldiers stepped out of what looked like a jeep carrying strange looking uniforms with black hoods. As one turned around he could see a red animalistic face with three red claws. Travis didn't know but at the time he would have his first run in with the White the other got closer he noticed that from his chin came two….tusks? Great! Furries from another dimension! I guess the infestation went to all the universes. He reset his foot and because fate was being especially asshole-like a twig snapped where he placed his foot. Aw son of a bitch! The White Fang guard suddenly turned to the tree where Travis was and slowly walked forward bringing his gun up to attention. Trav began to quiet his breathing and crack his fingers quietly, okay let's see if you remember those martial arts you took all those years ago.
The guard's gun got passed Trav's face as when he saw his gloved hand he quickly went in. Grabbing the barrel and one going to the arm of the opposition. Catching the man off guard Trav was able to get the shotgun away from the White Fang member with the tusks. "Hey what the-?!" He yelled as Travis then kicked the faunas in the head with a roundhouse. I kinda still got it, he noted getting his hands in a on the gun in a downward position. The faunas wiped a bit of blood from his mouth and charged at him saying, "oh why you little brat!" He grabbed the gun and the two began to struggle for control. The White Fang had the trigger but Travis had the barrel. When it close to Travis' face he fired the trigger and barely missed the human's head. The shot did cause a pain in Trav's ear, you could tell by his corresponding eye wincing from the pain. When Trav got close and got enough of a grip he jerked the shotgun to the side and tripped the faunas attacker. He pointed the barrel at the nose of the White Fang member who gave a small chuckle. "Heh-heh. Sorry?" Which was followed by "I don't think you understand what that word means. He didn't shoot the guy, Travis was not the murderous type, but instead he kicked the head of the White Fang member like a soccer ball incapacitating him. When his adrenaline high wore off he slid down the side of the jeep and took a nice long deep breath.
"Well that was…. interesting," Travis told himself still taking heavy breaths, "went on a band trip, nearly got blown up, and just fought for my life with a very convincing furry. Well done Travis." Some time passed before he spoke again as he remembered something that made him feel dread. "Wasn't there a second one?" He whispered.
Almost on cue a second White Fang soldier came out from behind the jeep and pointed a pistol at Trav's face. Aw son of a bitch, he thought. The White Fang soldier gave a small chuckle.
"Humans. What a bunch of dumb idiots." The man said about to fire.
Before he could fire Travis had noticed a pipe sitting in the back of the jeep. Why was there a pipe? Good question. Maybe fate was throwing him a bone. Well I was always better with stalves than anything else. With one quick and precise motion he grabbed the staff and pulled it down as if it were a truck horn. The pipe smacked right on the dome of the White Fang's head leading to him to wildly flail the pistol to the side as it fired.
"Ahh god! That hurt you little human punk!" He screamed holding and nursing his head. He looked back up still angry and pointed the pistol back at Travis who was still tired. Trav couldn't react that fast, he had gotten lucky the first two times but his stamina was gone. Well looks like this is it. Going to die on some god forsaken world with no one to remember me except to make bad jokes about me. Then before the guard was able to fire a brown and yellow blur zipped past the screen. Whatever it was the guard was thrown into a nearby tree and knocked unconscious with a solid *thud* of hitting the tree. When Trav looked back at what had saved him he noticed a girl probably about two years older than him standing in brown and yellow armor with black leggings and pointy shoes. What the hell is wrong with this place? He asked looking to the side deciding not to say anything. Then Travis noticed that the girl had a pair of rabbit ears. Due to the past few minutes he was not going to trust anybody with animal features. He brought the six foot long pipe he was still holding to a defensive position. She turned and was a little bit alarm.
"Oh don't worry," she said in a very sweet almost british accent and a kind smile, "I'm here to help."
Either she telling the truth or she one hell of a liar, he thought then bringing the pipe down and leaning against it like an oversized cane. For some reason his breathing became short as his fear had caught up with him and the adrenaline dies down for a second time. He leaned himself up against the jeep door and the rabbit girl slowly walked towards him.
"Are you okay?" she said extending an arm which is quickly brushed away.
"This can't be real," the mysterious man in the eyes of Velvet replied with a concerned look on both of their faces for various reasons as the man's head turned to the side, "you with the ears, them trying to kill me, I was just on an overpass not more than thirty minutes ago how am I here?"
Velvet got closer and placed a hand on Travis' shoulder which caught his attention. "It's fine, you're alright you just seem a bit flustered. Do you have a name?"
Travis took a minute to realize what the rabbit faunas had just ask then looked her in the eyes. "Travis. It's Travis." He answered seeming a bit more calm.
"Well it's nice to meet you Travis. My name is Velvet," Velvet told the flustered Euphonium player with a cheerful smile. Velvet quickly turned and to side and angled an ear towards that direction. "We got to go," she announced walking up to the jeep behind Travis, "come on.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Travis said stopping everything, "what makes you think I should get in that car with you? How do I not know you're with them?" Velvet turned and just gave him a look that basically said: 'Are you really that stupid'. And within seconds Travis broke down and said in his usual snarky tone, "ok you win but if this ends of killing me I'll haunt your family till they die."
Velvet sort of ignored Travis' last comment and looked at the jeep. The keys weren't in the ignition. Drat, Velvet thought then said, "Can you hotwire a car?"
Travis then returned the 'Are you really that stupid' look and then said in his classic sarcastic tone but with a twinge of seriousness, "you know what my wiring skills a little rusty but shit, I'm in god knows where so I may as well take a crack at it." He walked towards the jeep and ripped off the bottom panel and a few stands of wires fell out. Tracing back to where they came from he began to think about how the engine worked and what would probably be the best method. He wasn't lying when he said his wiring was rusty he was planning on being an engineer when he got a degree. He wasn't planning on going into electrical engineering but it was good to be well rounded in some aspects. Velvet, meanwhile, was looking at the two guards seeing if they had the keys to what would hopefully be her and the mysterious man's getaway vehicle. One of the words intrigued her and made her question who this guy was. Shit, she pondered. Remnant was known to have some words that weren't meant to be said by younger people. Whoever this guy was he was definitely too young to be saying stuff like that aloud. Under your breath, sure, but not to say it in the company of another person. Her train of thought was interrupted as the sound of the jeep's engine roared to life. Travis stood at the door with a smug look. All Velvet did was walk past him and frown at one little detail that she forgot about.
"Do you know how to drive a manual?" She asked sweetly with a sorry smile.
Travis facepalmed, followed by a long sigh, and then took control of the driver's side seat placing his left foot on the clutch and his right hand on the stick of the jeep. "Oh for god's sake get in!" He yelled, thank god his mother taught him to drive a stick shift. The brown and yellow clad girl leaped over the back and sat in the passenger side seat. The moment he stepped on the gas with his right the left foot on the clutch eased up and his right hand shifted the stick from first gear to second. The back of the jeep made a wide turn kicking up dirt then going forward when the wheels got traction. Velvet felt something vibrate and by instinct she opened her scroll to see Coco, her team leader, was calling her. Travis got a quick glance at Velvet and saw she was calling somebody with a what looked like an advancement in technology that made him jealous. It looked like a regular smart phone but with a holographic display which peaked his interest. Well shit I guess the furries got an edge for once.
"Yeah Coco?" She loudly asked over the sound of wind passing by them and the engine.
"Hey Velvet," The Team CFVY leader said then took a small pause, "where are you?"
"I'm in a jeep."
"I thought you couldn't drive a manual?"
"I'm not."
"Well then who is?" Her tone had become more agitated and quizzical.
"Um, you know that disturbance we were asked to take a look at?" Velvet didn't bother waiting for an answer instead she immediately answered, "I found what may have caused it."
There was a pause before Coco spoke again, "Uhmm, he wasn't the only one." This gave Velvet a small shock as she looked back towards Travis who was focused on the grassy terrain. Coco then spoke again, "did he give you a name?"
"Uhm Travis?" She replied with a question. When he heard his name it caught Travis' attention who then nodded in approval when he put two and two together, "Yeah he said it was Travis."
Coco must have turned away from the receiver because her voice was slightly muffled and distanced. But with Velvet's super hearing she was able to pick up "Was Travis apart of your crew? He was, okay." She then brought her face back to the receiver where Velvet could hear her fully. "Yeah just bring him back to the camp we'll talk later, this one's a doozy."
"Ok Coco, see you then," Velvet told her team leader before hanging up followed by a "see you then" from the other side. She then turned to Travis who was still paying attention to the road. "Keep going straight take a left at that boulder," she ordered the driver.
Shifting the gears quickly the jeep accelerated quickly creating more of wind blowing both of their respectively long hair behind them. While Velvet was able to hold her down Travis had to deal with it touching his neck and even his eyes if he slowed down too much. After turning at the boulder a small whisper of smoke could be seen rising into the air. Trav kept accelerating till he saw a familiar sight. The Chevy truck they were driving was blocking the campsite with a little cosmetic damage but was in surprisingly good condition. Letting off the gas pedal the jeep began to slow, but not slow enough.
"Um," Velvet said with a twinge of fear in her voice, "shouldn't we be going slower?"
"Yes," Travis said in an analytical tone and a devilish smile, "but what's life without a little bit of fun. Besides, I've always wanted to do this."
Suddenly shifting gears and stepping on pedals Travis spun the steering wheel to the fake nine o'clock he had been taught to hold the steering wheel at. The car shifted to the a hard ninety that naturally would have flipped it over, but because he was on soft dirt the jeep drifted. It went parallel with the pickup and when its momentum stopped it tipped slightly and nearly fell, giving Velvet a small scare as she held onto the door with one hand and the bottom of her seat with the other. It didn't fall instead it slammed back down on all fours and you could hear the engine hiss from the heat of having been run for such a long time. Slowly, almost robot-like, Velvet opened the door and walked away from the car and more importantly Travis. Travis on the other hand got out like a normal person then cracked his knuckles followed by rotating his left wrist. Three sets of footsteps soon followed by a "What was that?". When the three people came out Travis recognized two of them the third he had no idea. From the hood of the truck came Brandon still in his plaid, button up flannel shirt with his jeans and romeos. If you didn't know it you probably would have asked if he was a redneck. His slightly spiked black hair seemed a bit more flustered than before Travis and the others came about to this world. Reese was facepalming at the events that just took place. While he too had a grey button up shirt that was more dress orientated rather than the brown and black redneck-y style that was Brandon's. Reese was still wearing his snapback which had the Imperial logo from Star Wars on the front of the cap. The third person was a female, probably the one Velvet talked to. She had a certain theme of brown and black, with a twinge of yellow. She had a black beret, some variant of a black corset with a brown (almost yellow) sweater, black pants that had zippers and cut off just before her black heeled boots, a belt of gold bullets, she had a purse that also had bullets for a strap, and finally to top it all off was a pair of aviator sunglasses.
Reese was the first to speak. "Travis what was that?" There was small scoff of laughter when he spoke and a bit of disbelief that Travis would do this.
"What can't have a bit of fun these days? Harsh." Travis noted walking around the hood then leaning up against it.
"Well when you endanger one of my teammates I might have an issue with that," the unfamiliar woman harshly told Travis catching his attention.
Travis paused for awhile and assessed the woman in his usual analytical way then he outstretched his right arm towards her. His tone changed from the more crazed and natural to a calm and collected he often turned to when faced with a stranger. "I don't believe we've met, Travis Basco."
The woman stared back at Travis and then with her arm that didn't have the purse on her shoulder grabbed it and shook it. "Coco Adel," Coco told the crazed driver.
Velvet awkwardly jutted between the two who were given one another glares then separating their hands. "Travis," she said motioning her hand to Reese and Brandon, "would you like to introduce me to these two?"
"Ah of course my apologies," he told Velvet in his calming voice, "Velvet this is Reese and Brandon. Reese, Brandon this is Velvet."
"Nice to meet you," Reese said in his low almost droll voice with a tip of his hat.
"How you doing?" Brandon greeted the rabbit faunas.
"Oh, I'm fine thanks for asking," Velvet responded cheerfully.
"Okay that's enough of the introductions," Coco butted in, "why don't we get back to what we were talking about?"
"Sounds good to me," Brandon agreed.
"You're going to like to hear this," Reese said in an almost joking tone.
They all sat around a fire on logs, boulders, or just on the ground.
"So where were we?" Coco asked Brandon and Reese.
"Um," Reese contemplated while rubbing the sides of his face which had a small amount of facial hair, "I think you just got to the Grimm? That's what they're called right?"
"Ah!" Coco said, That's right. The Grimm are what we huntresses and huntsman fight to protect the people. They are soulless creatures that come in the form of a variety of animals and other things. The Grimm are attracted to negativity, sadness, anger, and other forms of bad emotions. Questions?"
"Yeah," Travis said first causing everybody to look towards him, "what in god's name are we talking about? I clearly didn't come in at the best place for the conversation"
Coco just sighed and shook her head then she looked towards the other two band members. "Don't worry we got this," Brandon said.
"Okay good," Coco sighed then she stood up, "hey Velvet come with me, let's see if the others are getting close."
"Oh, ok," Velvet quickly spoke then stood. Before the two left Velvet turned and waved back at Travis who waved back at her.
It was getting late and the sun began its descent into the curvature of Remnant. The clouds and sky were colored orange, the sounds of birds chirping were still in the air, and the crackling of wood being burnt by the fire filled the air. "So," Travis started, "what I'd miss?"
Brandon looked directly into the Euphonium player's eyes. "Travis," Brandon began, "I don't want you to freak out."
"Oh don't worry. I nearly got my head blown to bits and got saved by some furry. I pretty sure I can handle anything."
"We're in another dimension."
Travis paused with a look the gave off the feel that can only be described as: .travis_basco has stopped working. He just stared back at Brandon and then to Reese who nodded in agreement. "You mean-" which was followed by another nod, this time by Brandon, "those two- the girl with the ears- whaaaat?" Travis' analytical brain was beginning to unravel itself. Brandon then spoke so his brain could focus on something else.
"Somehow some way we got transported in the blast with the tanker. I don't know how, so don't go asking me."
"Somehow? Some way? You think interdimensional travel is so easy?!"
"Travis!" Reese suddenly yelled which snapped him out of his ramblings, "It's true."
There was a certain professional relationship between Reese and Travis. Reese was one of the few people who could combat Travis' banter with his own. He was usually cool under pressure which differed from Travis' naturally firebrand approach to figuring out problems. Reese was a tad no nonsense which for some reason gained Reese respect from Travis.
Travis shook his head and stared into the fire. "Okay so let's say we are in a," Travis paused and swallowed his thought before saying it, "'another dimension'. Where are we? What's this placed called? Why are the women on the planet badass warriors? Why are there rabbit ears on Velvet?"
"We are on a planet called Remnant. Coco and Velvet are what they call 'Huntresses' and it's not just a female thing they have males. Velvet appears to be a faunas, a hybrid species of animal and human that live alongside humans, and I don't think they'll like to be called 'furries' so you might want to put a clamp on that. Let's see you heard the spiel on the Grimm….oh yeah forgot to mention, on this planet huntsman and huntresses have access to abilities known as Aura and Semblances. An Aura is almost like a healing factor that also can work as a forcefield. A Semblance is basically a superpower that everybody has but they need to find it by being in various situations," Reese explained in a very thorough and direct manner, "did I miss anything?"
Travis looked back down at the fire taking in everything. "You got to realize this is a lot to take in," he told the two still looking down at the fire, "I mean what you're saying does make logical sense." Travis had been known for the use of the word 'logical' back in school earning him many names over the years.
"Yeah I know, and I know it seems crazy but look where we are. You should've seen her face when we told her where we were from," Brandon told Travis, "I mean you said it yourself you fought for your life earlier."
"And fight you did," a familiar voice said to side of them.
They all turned to see Coco and Velvet off to the side next to the hood of the pickup. This caught them all off guard. "Velvet told me you were able to fight off two White Fang members."
Reese and Brandon look towards Travis with eyebrows raised to which Travis nodded in response. "Is that who those people were?" Travis asked turning his head towards the brown clad huntresses.
"Yeah," Coco replied and she began to go over who the White Fang were,what they stood for, the dark path they went down, and the things they had become.
The talk had brought the group to a silent and depressed mood. It was Travis who then spoke breaking the silence. "So what do we do Brandon?"
"I don't know. I have no clue Travis. We need to find Sam first."
Travis scoffed at the comment then made a point that the other two hadn't thought of. "Are you sure he might even be here? What about the others behind us? How about the other people on the freeway? I mean we could be talking about a little over a hundred people were caught in that explosion Brandon."
After yet another small silence Reese then spoke up. "That is a good point Brandon we don't know if it was just us?"
"Well there's no way to tell, but I will give you guys and option ," Coco interrupted leaning up against truck, "if we find your friend soon we'll take you to Beacon Academy, explain your predicament to Professor Ozpin, and we'll go from there."
They all looked at each other and nodded in agreement. "Sounds like a plan," Brandon spoke for the group of three.
"Okay then, we'll have to hurry if we want to find your other friend. You said his name was Sam right?" Velvet said in her usual happy tone.
"I'll go start the jeep," Travis said standing up followed by an 'oh god' a phrase he usually said when he stood up from being seated.
Reese's head turned and he squinted into the darkening forest as two people came from it. Well two people with a third slung over the shoulder. "Uhh Travis I don't think that will be necessary."
Coco purse suddenly shifted in a massive gatling gun which caught the attention of everybody. But as the two figures came closer she lowered the oversized weapon and gave a small sigh of relief. "Ah, Yatsuhashi, Fox, did you find what you were looking for?"
The two were males of differing body styles. The bigger one, who they assumed to be Yatsuhashi, was massive. Brandon was big, but this guy made him look short. He was clad in green armor and gave off a samurai vibe. On his back was an orange greatsword. The other was a dark skinned man of a thinner build. His hair was red along wit ha red jacket with not sleeves that showed off multiple scars. On his arms were blades that ran along about a little over half the length of the whole appendage. The major thing noticeable was that his eyes were white, no pupils just a white that gave the three an eerie vibe off of him. The mass on Yatsuhashi's shoulder wore a blue quarter zip jacket with grey sweats. His hair was brown and combed to one side with a little bit flair in the way he did it. Even though he appeared to be incapacitated he still had his glasses attached to his face. This was the Saxophonist, Sam.
"What happened to him?" Velvet asked as the green hulking mass set Sam down leaning him up against a log.
"Oh he just saw a beowulf and fainted. We arrived just as he fell to the ground," Yatsuhashi explained with a small chuckle following afterwards.
"I'm going to assume that a beowulf is one of the grimm you spoke of earlier?" Travis turned to Coco who nodded, "well good I didn't really want to go driving at night in a forest with monsters."
"Aww poor baby," Coco mocked, "I'm going to go tell Ozpin about our little find here. Make sure these three don't get any crazy ideas."
"Oh cause you know I'm going to try to beat the woman with a mini gun in her purse," Travis sarcastically said walking back to the fire, "I'm not going to lie I want like ten of those."
This created a small round of laughter from this. Coco wiped a small tear from her eye and pulled out her scroll while walking away. All that could be heard from her was a "Hey Ozpin….". Night had fallen and all but a few were asleep, mainly Reese and Travis. Reese woke rather early to see Travis staring into the distance off to his left overlooking the clouds. He tried to get back to sleep but Travis must have noticed the percussionist stirring.
"Reese what are going to do?" Travis said in a sincere tone.
Travis was never one to talk like that, it almost sounded fearful. Reese sat up and groaned a little from sleeping on the dirt. "I don't know."
"I mean are we stuck here? Can we ever go back? What about everybody else back home?"
"I don't know."
"Are they looking for us? Do they think we're dead? Are Kendra and the others okay?"
"I don't know Travis," this one came with a bit more agitation forcing him to look over at the percussionist's face.
"Yeah I guess you're right. We don't know and we might never know."
"Well we can't do anything until we meet this Ozpin guy. From there we will take our next steps."
"I guess you're right," there was a long pause and Reese was about to lie down, "oh and Reese?"
"Yeah Trav?"
"All I'm going to say is if the technology is amazing and if all the women look as beautiful as Coco and Velvet….I might have stay," this was ended with a scoffing laughter from both of them.
"God Travis go back to bed," Reese told him as he layed back down on the dirt.
"Yeah sure thing man see you tomorrow," Trav expected a response but got none. He looked back at the sky and smiled. Why do I have a bad feeling about this whole thing. He quickly dismissed his worrying and closed his eyes and fell back to sleep lying against the wheel of the truck.
What the two didn't notice was that Team CFVY, particularly Coco and Velvet, were still awake. The two snickered at Travis' comment about staying on Remnant. Well maybe Travis isn't as bad as his I first thought, Coco thought in her sleeping bag, perhaps the have a shot afterall.
Thus ends the first chapter in this story. Hope you enjoyed it, and if you didn't my apologies. I would love to hear constructive criticism about possible ideas, semblances, and fixes to make. However please do note that I will not be shipping anybody, probably. Sincerely, The Author.