AN: Hello If you are reading this I-, I mean we are SKJB (temporary name) This is our first fanfic so please leave constructive criticism and tell us what to do to improve we would really appreciate this so without any further delay, Enjoy. Note: I don't Own RWBY, Rooster teeth Does
Remnant. A world of monsters and hunters. The history of Remnant is a long and bloody one. Let me tell you a story. Long ago, humanity was the dominant species of the world. It was its ruler, its protector. This was the golden age of mankind. The age, where great structures and cities were built. It was an age of peace. But like all great things, it had come to an end.
Humanity met the Grimm. Creatures of pure darkness that would launch raid after raid of at humanity's creations until it was destroyed. Humanity did not just lie down and wait to die, however. And so, the huntsmen were introduced. Huntsmen were the elite warriors of humanity. Using their aura and their semblances, a single huntsman could eliminate many Grimm. However, not even they could hold the tide of darkness that threatened to engulf their very light. Eventually, many of the world's wonders were overrun by the abominations, until only 4 beacons of hope shone in the never-ending darkness. Atlas, Mistral, Vacuo and Vale.
But even they may fall, and should that happen, the world of Remnant would be plunged into an era of eternal darkness. Only time will tell.
SKRB: The Intros
Italic = Weapon names/sounds
'Italic' = thoughts
Normal = "normal"
Bold = Flashbacks
SKRB: S
"Hey, you there?" shouted Silver as the screen on his scroll flickered gray.
He caught a glimpse of a person frowning at something out of his field of view.
"-GRIMM!" Silver heard someone shouting from the other end.
'Well, I delivered some good news and got some bad news in return. Whatever, I'm sure Ramer can handle some little fishies that tried to attack his boat.'
He quickly stood up and exited the coffee shop, dropping some money at the counter on the way out.
'I have time, so maybe I'll hit a dust shop.' Silver thought.
Walking outside, he stopped to admire the scenery. Closing his eyes and breathing in the fresh, morning air. Exhaling loudly, he opened his electric blue eyes and smiled. "Time to get going, I guess."
Walking along the street, he finally found what he was looking for. "From Dust till Dawn. Nice name, I guess." Pushing the doors open he entered. "Hello!" he shouted with a cheerful smile.
His smile started to fade into a look of slight confusion as he saw the scene before him…
7 fashionable looking robbers dressed in black and red, all armed and looking at him. "...Can I help you, gentlemen?" Silver asked innocently.
The terrorists simply cocked their weapons. "Sooo...I assume that you're gonna try to rob me now, am I right?" Silver asked with a cheery smile on his face. "Well, if you're going to threaten me, I might as well respond to it."
Reaching behind his back and taking out his silver sword, Silver pressed a trigger on the hilt and watched as the blade arced and glowed with blue lightning.
"Huntsman! Get him!" shouted a grunt. All the fashionistas opened fire with their automatic rifles as Silver weaved through their hail of bullets with the grace of a dancer. By the time he reached them, their weapons were empty. Smiling apologetically, he punched the nearest grunt in the face and kicked another into two more.
By then the rest had already reloaded. Backflipping behind the counter, Silver mecha-shifted his sword, E.S.P.R, into its rifle form. Popping out of cover, he fired a burst of plasma shurikens at the nearest target. The shurikens broke through the miserably weak aura of the grunt and knocked him into a wall, where he fell unconscious.
'1 down, 6 to go.' he thought as the ones he punched and kicked came back up. Switching his rifle to full-auto, he sprayed at the largest concentration of enemies he could see. 3 of his attackers were hit, with 2 feeling into the comforting embrace of unconsciousness and the last being grazed.
The last of the attackers then made the smartest choice they would ever make in their entire career. "RETREAT!" shouted one of them. The remaining conscious criminals ran out of the dust store.
Silver was about to go after them but heard a muffled groan from behind him. Looking back, he saw that all of the evil henchman looking guys still there were incapacitated. Frowning, he was once again about to walk out before he heard it again. Swiveling on his heel to face the direction it came from, he pinpointed it to a back room that had a door slightly ajar.
Walking inside, he found an elderly man that looked to be in his 80s, tied up to a chair with a gag in his mouth. Ripping the gag out, he let a concerned look take over his face. "You okay there, mister?" he asked.
"Yes but that was the second time this month, can't those damn bandits leave an old man to do his business, oh mind untying me now?" said the old man in a tired voice."Oh, right, yeah, sure thing." said Silver. Looking out of the window at the sun and clear sky, he thought to himself. 'Well, looks like my time here will be quite pleasant.'
"Hey, kid! I still need to be untied here!"
SKRB: K
Training Room in Signal Academy on Patch Island Offshore to the City of Vale.
"Leonhart style 1st offensive form…"
Standing in the middle of the tatami mat room was Krimsun Leonhart, concentrated on the temperature around
Concentrating on his footing, form and the sword in his left hand, he waited until he felt his weapon, Leonhart's, temperature increase until it reached its max before he swung at full force.
'NOW!'
"AKAGIRI! (Red Cut)"
In a blink of an eye, his sword cleanly passed through the 5 tatami mat dummies and incinerated them. Nothing was left except 5 piles of ashes. The room was, once again, warm. But a familiar smell filled the room…
"Coffee?" he spoke to himself as he smelt the rich, tantalizing aroma of the caffeinated beverage.
"Well, well, well. That sure was impressive Mr. Leonhart" Krimsun(Leo) jumped before standing guard against the unknown voice that spoke out.
"Easy there, I'm no enemy" the voice spoke out again and he relaxed his guard but left his weapon out.
"What do you want, and what are you doing here…?" Leo asked in a non-aggressive tone and paused for a second to analyze the figure. He was wearing a dark green waist length coat over a darker green vest and a green turtleneck sweater under that. He was also wearing similar colored pants to his coat, with a belt, formal black shoes and dark green glasses.
"Prof. Ozpin, Headmaster of Beacon." Leo continued after he confirmed who the man in front of him was. With a pulse of aura, he set his sword in standby mode and stored it in the magnetic holster in the back.
"Oh, so you know who I am?" Ozpin replied with mildly surprised and amused tone.
"You're more famous than you think." he explained to Prof. Ozpin.
"So are you, Krimsun Leonhart" As Ozpin said this, he pulled out a scroll.
"You're the only one to master the Leonhart style 10 offensive and defensive forms in 10 years, also being the first person to ever master both offensive and defensive. All at the young age of 13." he took a sip of his ever-present coffee and continued.
"Confirmed to have completely destroyed 2 gangs that were capturing Faunus for slavery, prevented 3 dust robberies and stopped 1 armed riot that was believed to have been started by the White Fang before your current age of 15" He was stating all of the cases that Leo had stopped during the past 2 years.
With a sigh, Leo repeated what was going on through his head. "Ok, I can only guess but…" he paused abruptly for dramatic effect. "You want me to join your academy," Leo said with a blunt expression.
"I see. This will keep it brief, so will you?" he questioned.
"Is there any need to say it?" Leo said sarcastically.
"Yes I need your official…" he cut Ozpin off.
"I was being sarcastic" Leo deadpanned, "I would give my life to join your school," he said with a wide grin.
"Good, but before I fill in your paper, tell me, why do you want to become a huntsman?" He said with a charming smile.
"To correct the world," Leo replied without hesitation.
"I beg your pardon?". Ozpin cocked an eyebrow at his statement.
"I want to make the world where Faunus and Humans can live in peace, but that world cannot be made without a force to protect it. Is that enough?"
Ozpin walked up to Leo and leaned a little towards him.
"More than enough." He agreed with the same charming smile.
-Several Days later at night-
"Come on—" A gentle, high-pitched voice entered Leo's ears. It was that of a young girl that looked the same age as him, with a large smile and black and red hair, he couldn't see her eyes.
"Aren't we going to heroes?" the same voice spoke out.
"But I don't want you to get hurt" this time a different voice spoke out, it was Leo's, but younger and with less confidence.
"It's fine—" She stopped abruptly as they heard a rustling in the bushes.
"R—!" A Beowolf jumped out of the bushes and began charging at the girl.
"LOOK OUT!" Leo woke up screaming covered in sweat.
It was just a dream.
He sighed in relief and walked down the stairs to get a glass of water.
"Today is the day, isn't it?" Leo asked himself.
He walked out onto the balcony and watched the sunrise as the cool morning breeze washed over his skin.
'That dream, who was that girl?' Leo wondered.
Leo pushed the thought out of his head and went to get ready.
After taking a shower he put on his combat gear, which consisted of a black long sleeve shirt, an undone red cloth jacket with orange edges and short sleeves, a pair of light blue jeans, and a red sarong with orange highlights edges.
He walked over to a locker and took out a belt, with a selection of fire dust crystals, a small leather pouch and cylinder of custom dust bombs. Along with two titanium alloy, dust infused, shoulder pads, elbow and knee guards that were dyed a dark orange. He also took out 2 small shin guards that transformed into metal boots and 2 bracelets that could be transformed into gauntlets on them.
'And with, that I'm done.'
Leo walked towards the door and was about to open it. He turned around to look at the inside of his home.
It was a dojo-looking building with a normal house next to it which is where he slept.
'I'm heading out. Mom, Dad, please keep Amber safe.'
Krimsun Leonhart opened the paper sliding door, as he prayed his wishes in his head, and unlocked the gate.
'Goodbye Signal, Hello Beacon.' he thought to himself as he walked out of the gate.
SKRB: R
"We are currently 30km away from Vale." a voice sounded out on the comms.
Ramer Thyst opened his eyes sleepily after hearing the announcement. Glancing at the clock on the wall of his room, he sighed and changed into his normal clothes which consisted of a purple shirt, gold scarf, black jeans and a belt with a pouch for dust crystals.
Ramer was about to walk out until he remembered his weapon, which had been left in standby mode. He looked back and saw the bracelets. Concentrating on them, they started levitating as if by magic.
After concentrating a bit more on his weapons, they flew onto his wrist with a click. Ramer smiled as he felt their familiar weight.
Opening the door to the smell of the oceans, specks of salty water splashed across his face. There was a storm outside. The winds blew some water on to the deck, which was just outside his room.
With another sigh, he walked to the indoor lounge to grab a drink and a snack before…
-Ring Ring-, he answered the video call.
"-Bzzt- Hey Ramer (Ram-er). It's me, Silver" Ramer looked down at the face on his scroll with a bit of irritation showing on his face.
"Its Ramer (Reimer)!" He shouted at his annoyingly sarcastic friend, Silver.
"Ok, chill dude." Silver replied in an amused tone.
"Anyway, how are doing?" he continued.
"Good, how about you?" Ramer replied
"Well…" Silver paused for dramatic effect.
"I just got accepted by beacon" what he said shocked the purple-clad teenager.
"And here I was thinking I was only one," Ramer replied in a tired tone.
"Wait, you got accepted too?!" Ramer saw, genuine shock on Silver's face.
"No, it's totally why I'm on a boat from Mistral to Vale." he remarked sarcastically with a roll of his eyes and yet another sigh.
"It could be for vacation." Ramer facepalmed at Silver's sarcastic remark.
"What, you thought you would be the only one to jump a year?"Silver queried.
"Yes," Ramer responded without an ounce of hesitation. He sighed as he opened the door to the lounge.
"Dude, you have got to stop sighing all the time" Silver advised him.
"Well if I wasn't surrounded by idiots and misfortune, I would," Ramer complained as he sat on a couch with a bag of pretzels in one hand and a bottle of water in the other.
"Well can't- " Silver was cut off as the signal got cut.
'What? the signal should be up, as long as the communications rod on this ship is active—.'
"A-A-A GIANT GRIMM IS ATTACKING!" His thoughts were cut off when a crew member barged in through the door.
'Ugh, why is it always me.'
The man kept shouting.
"Is anyone here a huntsman!" he looked around to see if anyone else was a full-fledged huntsman but…
'Am I the only one?!' A shocked look decimated his face before he sighed again and fessed up.
"I am, but only in training" Ramer stood up and declared his status.
"Where is the threat?" Ramer continued
"Outside, near the deck!"
He briskly walked out of the door, pushing the man a little so he could get out.
He stepped onto the deck putting on his cloak of obscuring, which left afterimages of him every five steps and activated his semblance, which caused Ramer's originally blue eyes to turn purple.
Looking at the grimm, which was similar to a king taijitu, except for having fins and looked more like a serpent dragon, his glasses changed into goggles that told him everything about it.
"You're a Leviathan, aren't you?" he mumbled to himself.
After sending a pulse of aura to his weapons they became their true form, Argen Luma: Dust Powered Combat Razors, a pair of Razor Disks (more like shurikens) that were larger than Viking round shields.
Taking his battle position, he taunted it. "Come at me, ya frickin' worm!" Ramer bellowed as it charged at him. Using one of the disks as a shield he redirected it away from the ship.
Ramer followed up by jumping on the other Argen Lumas and ejected the blades so he could use his telekinesis on it. He started flying using it as if he were on top of a hoverboard.
Going at it at full speed he slotted a Lightning Dust Crystal into the other Argen Luma.
Making it spin, he launched the blade at the Leviathan's back. Even though it was roaring in pain, the monster still charged at Ramer. Jumping up 5 meters he did a backflip and landed on its back.
Returning the disk he was using as a hoverboard to its original state, Ramer started running for its head and, on the way, he called the disk he launched at the creature back.
He made his weapons spin at full force and brought it down to its back while slotting the weapons with more lightning crystals, which were used to charge the blades.
Approaching its head he brought the weapon back to his wrists and changed it into its short claw form.
Jumping as hard as he could, Ramer started to spin his body to build centrifugal force and punched the top of the Leviathan's head as hard as he could.
The recoil from the punch sent him back up a little and he started to fall in front of it, spinning once again.
As he approached its face, Ramer connected Argen Luma to a socket in his shoe and fitted it with a fire dust crystal. Roundhouse kicking it in the face, the Leviathan's head was shredded into a million piece due to the explosive force.
Gracefully, he landed on the deck on with a roll and ended on all 4's.
Just as he had finished killing the beast, the storm cleared.
He deactivated his cloak and took it off while returning Argen Luma to its standby form.
"Good job, Ramer Thyst" whispered Prof. Ozpin, who was hiding in the crowd. "Good job-sip- indeed."
SKRB: B
"Hey Jeff, do you ever wonder why we're here?" Asked one of the thugs guarding the warehouse. "No, I don't Carlos." Said Jeff. "Okay then…" Replied Carlos. "…Hey, what time is it? I don't have a watch." Asked Carlos. "Well, it's 3 in the mor- " –thud- Carlos looked over to Jeff, only to see a translucent black arrow in his chest.
"Shit!" Exclaimed Carlos. Taking out his gun he scanned the perimeter with his eyes. His hand slowly crept to his earpiece, until -schlik- he found a beautifully crafted pitch-black, curved blade, with red lines running across its length sprouting from his chest.
Grabbing feebly at it, he slowly choked on his own blood and would have screamed in pain as it was twisted inside of him, were it not for the black-gloved hand that snaked out from behind to cover his mouth. When he fell dead, his last thoughts were that of his wife and 2 kids.
Bloodraven Corvus stepped over the corpse of his newly deceased victim. Looking around for any more thugs, he retrieved his sickle, Blutsturm (Blood Storm), and walked into the warehouse.
Sticking to the shadows, he crept around the area, until he found what he was looking for. Containers upon containers of Dust.
'Looks like the Intel was correct.'He thought to himself.
Scanning the area for any hostile threats, he found 7 thugs, as well as something that confused him momentarily, before his broken mind forced his emotions down. An experimental Atlesian Paladin. A piece of very expensive military hardware that was meant to be top secret until it was completed. It looks like his mission got a bit more interesting. He would have to report this after the completing the objective.
Placing this concern at the back of his head, he instead focused on his purpose for being here: Find the missing Dust containers, and eliminate all threats that stand in the way.
Taking out his dual sickles and connecting them together, their parts shifted and moved quickly to form a bow. He held his hand out, and black lightning swiftly arced from shadows to his hand without a sound, and formed a solid, translucent black arrow with a dim red glow, black lightning crackling silently along its length.
Nocking the arrow of condensed darkness, he selected a target that could be killed stealthily and shot. In less than a second, the arrow covered the 53m distance between them and eliminated the target without a sound.
Creating and nocking another arrow, he aimed at his next target, a thug on top of the crates. Having his advanced computer in his mask run multiple scenarios of how this could turn out, he concluded that it was an 83.52% chance that the soon to be corpse wouldn't fall forwards and alert the rest.
Taking his chances, he shot the arrow, only to be slightly annoyed as the dead man fell off the container and in front of a thug. The alarmed thug had screamed out in fear and alerted everyone else.
Bloodraven decided that the time for stealth was over and stepped out of the shadows with his bow in its dual sickle form. The thugs took out their guns and fired at his position, only to find that he was no longer there. Blinking in confusion, they looked around them, only for them to see one of their allies had a sickle lodged in his neck.
'1 down, 6 fools and a Paladin more to go.' thought the assassin. Catching a blade with one of his sickles, he brought the other down upon the blade and shattered it. The defenseless thug was then decapitated with remorseless efficiency.
Bloodraven slashed through 2 more thugs before directing a stab aimed at his back into the gut of an unfortunate enemy. As the surprised enemy let go of his sword and backed away from his murdered comrade, his throat was slit and his body kicked away. '8.53 seconds.' Thought the emotionless assassin as he glanced up at the combat timer on the top right of his mask's HUD.
It was at this time that the pilot of the Atlesian Paladin recovered from his shock and fired its Gatling gun at him. Bloodraven grabbed the last thug and used it as a meat shield to block most of the bullets, while the rest bounced off his grey metal armor and black cloak. When the deadly rain of steel stopped, he pushed the corpse away.
The paladin's shoulder pads opened up to reveal multiple rockets. The pilot smiled maliciously as he hit the trigger.
Watching as the explosive projectiles drew closer, Bloodraven swiped his sickles upwards and manifested a barrier of physical shadows. The explosives pounded against the barrier as it cracked, then shattered. But it had done its job:
Given him time.
The assassin had 4 arrows loaded in his bow, each one so dark, that it seemed to eat the light around it. They crackled loudly and hummed with power as the crimson lightning sparked around them.
Jäger bolts. They had each cost 5 times the amount of Dust to make compared to normal arrows and took twice as long to craft, but they were 10 times deadlier. The fact that they had homing capabilities was also a benefit.
Letting go of the bowstring, the arrows sped towards the target in the blink of an eye. The Paladin could not dodge such fast moving projectiles and was hit by every single one.
The second the Jager arrows hit the mech, they each exploded with the force of a tank shell and launched the mech across the warehouse.
Bloodraven ejected the empty Energy Dust crystal from his gauntlet and slotted another one in just as the mech got up.
The mech was a mess. The left arm was completely blown off, the right arm was hanging by threads of wire, and the cockpit armor was partly blown off, revealing the person within.
Had Bloodraven been a normal huntsman, his eyes would have widened at the shocking revelation. Inside of the cockpit was not another human thug, but a member of the White Fang. 'Looks like another suspicious thing to report about.'
Walking forwards, he stared straight at the cockpit. Stopping 20m away from it, he placed his weapons on the magnetic plates of his thighs and crossed his arms as if bored. As he expected, this infuriated the pilot, and as it charged towards him in an attempt to crush him and rid the world of a huntsman, it made one huge mistake.
It let him into its shadow.
With a tap of his boot, a large, translucent black spike burst from the shadow and pierced through the Paladin's cockpit. The giant mech came to a sudden stop and lurched over.
The dark archer stared at it for a few seconds before sighing in disappointment. "…What a waste of expensive military hardware…" He said in a quiet, somewhat monotone voice. Staring up at the broken moon through the ceiling window, he reached up to his grey metal mask and pulled it off, revealing his pale skin, white hair, and blood red eyes.
Activating his earpiece, he called his commanding officer.
"...General Ironwood, mission complete. Awaiting further orders..."
AN: Thanks For Reading, by the by if you're a long time reader and re wondering why the first chapter changed is because, slowly we will be redoing chapters that are not that great, and improve it.
(If reference is needed for Leo's Combat gear look up Arata Kasuga Magnus mode and look for the one with more black).