Well... This is embarassing. My save file containing revised versions of Chapter 1 and 2, also an ongoing Chapter 3 of the original "Everyone needs someone, right?" are all... Gone. I don't know why, I checked the recycled bin, and searched everywhere, from my parent's files to mine. Nothing. Now I have two options. Start anew, or continue... and I started anew, and I just got to out of writer's block too.. -.-
Speed...
Endurance...
Strength...
and Awareness.
These are the things Jet Osmium kept in mind before he was sent on a mission. A mission to defend this cargo train in Forever Falls. The problem is, how is he going to apply them when nothing's happening yet? Just what could go wrong? Except for the long-ass ride from Atlas to Vale, the useless debreifing from General Ironwood, the stupid 30 minute-
Oh yeah, he's supposed to give a sitrep every 30 minutes of the mission. He turned on his headpiece, and searched for his 'arbiter's' (whatever they call it) comms frequency via a hologram.
"I swear if that boy is- Oh. Someone has accessed my channel, and it's..." Seeing the name she didn't hesitate, but to heat up. No not that kind of heat up, the negative one. "WHERE WERE YOU?!" Her voice was too loud, Jet was pretty sure he felt his ear drums vibrate, or worse: pop. She cleared her throat, afraid she might've worsened things. "Im sorry... So, sitrep?"
"Nothing's happening so far, looks like I can finally pass my application form for Beacon Academy." He grinned smugly.
She scoffed, "If you keep up that attitude, this mission will definitely end up like the last 2 you've tried to accomplish. A Failure." She made sure to emphasize on the word 'Failure'.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever you say. It's been two hours nothing has happened yet."
Uh. Oh.
"Two hours?! You mean you missed 4, 30 minute sitreps!?"
"Hey, having 4 sitreps per 2 hours is alot! Nothing much will happen aswell! And I thought you already noticed it!"
"How am I supposed to when I did everything I can to contact you!" Seconds passed and Jet didn't reply. His arbiter thought that he didn't feel like answering back because he thought he was in the wrong. But a few more seconds got her worried. "Jet?""Wait..." He looked outside the train, and saw something shining, it was bright. Like a star. He squinted his eyes, both from the shining light, and to focus his eyesight. Then it disappeared.
"Jet?!"
Pfhoo~
He never knew stars could be so deadly.
"N-no... Daffy... We got... A..."
"What? Jet?! Jet, talk to me!"
Thump.
"Jet?" The voice of the 16 year old boy was not to be heard, only a continuous static. "Oh, no."
"I... Thought... That... This was... Supposed to be... Easy..." Were the last things he uttered out before he was knocked out, cold.
It didn't last long for Jet to finally wake up once more, he rubbed his forehead, temples and the bridge of his nose, trying to ease the headache he succumbed to. "Mental note..." He stood up, and walked forward -although stumbling. "Shining things are not always stars." Wow, that sounded stupid.
"Gah!" He exclaimed to the pain he felt at his ear. He grabbed his earpiece, only to find out it's shattered into shards, although having an aura, removing each shard will still be a pain. "Can't it be helped to jinx me?" He uttered.
"Move up to the next cart. I'll set the charges."
"What about the crew members?"
"What about them?"
No. Jet refuses that this mission will be a failure, this will be the time he'll be able to apply to Beacon, and it WILL happen!
He quickened his pace, which proved to be a bad idea as he lost more balance than he was supposed to resulting him to trip and land on his face. "Dammit! Could they slow down or something?!" He stood up once more and shaked the pain away. He moved to the next cargo train and witnessed a pile of destroyed Atlesian Knights. Well, except for one.
It's body was slump -it's top half that is- while the bottom half was... nevermind that. He moved closer, and accessed the Knight's database, particularly it's eyes which also serves as a surveillance camera.
"Intruder, identify yourself!"
"Looks like we'll be dealing this the hard way." Said the man with a White Fang mask.
"Dont be so overly dramatic." The woman beside him said.
Now that he identified the two hostiles, both wield swords -he thinks-, one had a White Fang mask, one with a black bow? 'Why is a human aiding the faunus? ' he thought. Probably an inside job. He moved to the next cart, and saw a part of the wall blasted off and a Spider Tank... Destroyed? With one slice? That's the one he's going to fight? Dammit. Might aswell sign his death warrant, right?
That didn't matter to Jet, finally he gets to show his skills. He grabbed his weapon, and stepped outside right after the girl with the black bow said something. "Goodbye."
Goodbye? Wait, what?! Moments later she seperated the two carts. Did she just flip the finger to me figuratively?!
"Hey!" I should not have said that.
"What do you want, kid?!" His voice scared Jet, it was harsh and tense.
"Surrender, in the name of-"
The man dashed forward, wasting no time as he butted Jet's stomach with the hilt of his sword.
He stumbled back. "I wasnt ready yet, damn you!" He said inbetween coughs
"Alright." He sheathed his sword. "I'll give you three seconds."
"Be careful, man!" 1...2... "You dont know who you're mess-" In a split second the man appeared inches away from Jet, and swiped downward. Jet however leaned to his left and dodged the incoming strike, but not the sweeping kick the red-haired man proceeded with. It swept the boy as he landed on his back, sword already pointed to his throat, scraping the skin.
"Too predictable." He said. "I must say however, you are quite the nuisance, and I applause you for that. Come find me when you can actually fight. If... you make out of this alive." He sheathed his sword once again and fled. Jet felt the urge to touch the area where he felt the blade, if it wasnt for the ear-shattering explosion behind him.
"Dammit." He stood up, and went the opposite side where the man went to, which led him to a cliff. One by one the carts were exploding, and one by one the explosion was getting bigger. Soon the said explosion can and will reach him. "Do I still remember how to swim?" He said. "Nevermind that!"
He jumped.
His jump was accompanied by the different types of Dust, as they're about meet their doom of becoming sediments on the riverbed. Well, he too will become one aswell. He couldnt find the notion to swim anymore, he just gave up.
He'd rather die a 'hero trying to protect a cargo train' than live the rest of his life as 'the man who failed to defend a train cart because he was too cocky'.
Also, one of the reasons why I restarted was that there is this rule in the RWBY universe called the "Color Naming rule" and since Orion is not a color, I figured I might aswell change their names. So, here's a prologue just applying some things my friends taught me :3 [Jet is a lignite(a brown coal, I think)]
