Hey there! If you're reading this, allow me to introduce myself. I'm Dust, and this if my first RWBY fanfiction. First off, I'm not that good of a storywriter so I apologize in advance for grammar or canonical errors. As for this fanfiction, it's going to be a lead up to a much larger and more serious fanfic I have in mind, but I'd like to get this out of the way first , and introduce the characters I've created that will be included in it: Team STRM! (Storm) The team is a group of second year students at Beacon Academy that are made up of Team Leader Snow Whitmore, medic Turk Oys, berserker Rocco Obsidia, and Faunus brawler Mei Neko. Each of them will be introduced in each of the four chapters I have planned, where you'll get a glimpse at their fighting styles and abilities as well as their personalities. So without further ado, let's begin shall we?
"We're going to be late again!"
"Well, if you keep moving, we won't be, you dunce!"
The echoing arguement between the team leader and her glyph-wielding partner that made up half of Team RWBY races through the courtyard to the sparring hall. Weiss had returned from breakfast early to fetch Ruby while her other two teammates, Blake and Yang, headed to class ahead of them. Ruby had insisted she'd catch up after still being groggy from late night studying, but Weiss was flustered to find her still in her pajamas, fallen back asleep. In record time after the Schnee heiress woke her team leader up that the younger of the two sisters in the team got dressed, wolfed down a piece of toast saved for her, and gathered her belongings for classes today. The clock was just striking ten as the two burst into their class, panting heavily. The rest of the class simply stared back at them before the sharp tapping of a crop onto an empty front row seat brought them back to attention.
"Misses Rose and Schnee..." Professor Goodwich paused to check the clock. "Just in time. One second more, and I'd have to give you detention for being tardy."
"Sorry , Professor. It won't happen again." Ruby apologized as she and Weiss made her way over to her sister and Faunus teammates that had already been waiting for them.
"I certainly will hold you to that." Goodwich responded, gesturing her crop towards the young scythe-wielder. "Now then, due to some accidental scheduling conflicts, today's class will include second year students as well as the usual first year class held at this time."
"Second year students?" Yang whispered to herself. She looked around. Sure enough, besides seeing Teams JNPR and CRDL in the rows behind her, Team CFVY was to her right and a number of other students she recognized from higher grades were present throughout the room, all in school uniform. She among others were still surprised there was actually a size uniform that fit the towering Yatsuhashi of Team CFVY.
"Ooh! Ooh! Miss Goodwich! Can I volunteer for the first sparring match?" a familiarly cheery voice rang out.
"If you'd like to, Miss Valkyrie. Do you have an opponent in mind?" Goodwich answered, using the touchpad to enter Nora's data into the large monitor over the arena.
"I'm up for whatever! As I always say, There's nothing I can't handle!" The hammer-armed berzerker replied.
"She's said that much less than she thinks." Ren spoke up. He always made a habit out of correcting his friend's exaggerations.
"Well then, how about you, Mister Obsidia?" Goodwich looked onward to a male student sitting a few rows behind Team RWBY. Among them, a tall boy with short black hair and sideburns stood up and made his way down to the locker rooms with Nora to change into their battle gear and ready their weapons. As they prepared, the class had quiet conversations among each other.
"Nora's going up against him? It's going to be a quick fight." Coco thought aloud.
"Why's that?" Blake asked, speaking up as she overheard the leader of the second-year team talking.
"You don't know?" Velvet asked her fellow Faunus. "Rocco Obsidia is one of Team STRM's best fighters. He's beaten nearly everyone in our grade in sparring matches."
"I still call mine a tie..." Fox growled under his breath.
"But Nora's a capeable fighter. Wouldn't she be able to hold her own?" Ruby asked.
"You'll just have to see for yourself, kid." Coco shrugged as the match became ready to begin. Nora stood on the left side of the arena, Magnhild in its grenade launcher form and readied in her hands. Rocco on the other hand looked hardly prepared. A black graphic t-shirt under a grey hoodie, ripped jeans with a wallet chain hanging from his pockets, and spiked leather shoes were his fighting attire, and his weapon just seemed to be a thinly padded, yet still rigid, guitar bag.
"C'mon Nora! You can do this !" Jaune cheered from the seats.
"Fight well, Nora!" Pyrrah chimed in. Her teammate nodded at the two of them as she got back into her zone.
"Are the two of you ready to begin?" The professor asked.
"Ready!" Nora chimed in a sing-song voice.
"Let's do this." Rocco responded.
"Begin!"
In an instant, Nora began firing at Rocco, who made no effort in dodging. Instead, he whipped his guitar bag in front of him, knocking the shells out of the air, and into the walls where they exploded on impact.
"I see you use a cannon too." Rocco smirked. His opponent on the other hand was still taken aback by how he redirected her attack so easily . Reality snapped back to her as the guitar case where the neck was stored not only split apart, but revealed a cannon that shot out yellow balls of lightning Dust. Nora had to vault out of the way, using the force of one of the energy cannon fire explosions to launch herself into the air. While there , Magnhild turned into its hammer form, and Nora aimed an attack from above directly.
"Take this!" Nora shouted as she brought her weapon down at Rocco. He was able to block it with his case, only to knock Nora back as he whipped it around, at the same time opening it to pull out its contents.
"Is that...a base guitar?" Yang wondered aloud.
Sure enough, with the guitar case now slung over his back, Rocco now held a cadillac bodied base with golden strings, pickups, and a speaker on the backside of the body. He started strumming a simple grunge-styled base line as he dodged blow after blow from his opponent's war hammer. The smug look on his face reminded Yang of that Neo girl that was easily dodging every one of her attacks on that train.
"Can I put in a request that you start fighting back?" Nora whined, her patience wearing thin as the baseline continued.
"Sorry, I don't take requests, but I can sure as hell change tunes." Rocco smirked. Tapping a button above the pickups, the base body split apart, forming a double bladed axe which he took by the guitar neck, ready to exchange blows once again.
"Woah..." Ruby managed to say, a glimmer in her eyes similar to when she arrived at the prestigious academy and got a first look at all the amazing new weapons she had never seen before.
"This style of weapon is something I've never seen before. A weaponized instrument inside a weaponized case..." Pyrrah thought aloud to herself.
"Weaponizedception..." Jaune mouthed as he watched on. Nora and Rocco began to clash once again, the clashing of the head of Magnhild against the blades of Rocco's axe echoing throughout the hall. This continued onward for a minute before a missed ground pound from the redhead left her wide open. Slamming his axe's blade into the ground, the rocker spun around the neck of his instrument to deliver a strong kick to knock Nora to the floor a few feet away. She landed on her stomach , slowly getting up until she felt the flat edge of the weapon of her opponent tap against her back.
"That's enough." Professor Goodwich announced as Rocco withdrew his weapon. "Rocco Obsidia is the victor."
"Aw, poo. I lost..." Nora frowned as she sat on the ground. A sudden hand in her face brought her attention up to the face of her fellow student and victor of their match.
"Hey. Don't get yourself down. You put up a pretty damn good fight for a first year student." He complimented Nora. She took his hand as she was pulled to her feet.
"You really think so?" Nora asked.
"You kidding? You lasted longer than anybody I've fought with a two handed weapon like that. You should be proud of yourself." he grinned, only to be caught off guard as the girl he somewhat towered over put him into a backbreaking bear hug.
"Nobody's ever said anything that nice to me before!" She cried tears of joy, before Pyrrah and Ren wrenched their teammate away from him. Cracking his back, he placed his weapon back in its case and headed back to the lockers.
"Well at least he's honorable." Blake said, having been able to overhear the entire conversation between the two before they parted.
"I'll admit, he's got a very impressive set of skills, but it's not like he and his team are the greatest duelists of all time." scoffed her scarred team member.
"Is that a challenge, Ice Queen?"
Weiss nearly had a heart attack as the victor of the previous match was suddenly stopped in front of her aisle seat.
"Gah! Where did you come from?" she yelped.
"Well, see, when two people of the opposite sex..." he started, stopping to smirk as he noticed the Schnee's reaction to his smartass remark: her signature scowl.
"Hey, Rocco, is it? That was a really cool weapon you got there!" Ruby cut in, her weapon fanaticism getting the best of her.
"You mean Cadillac Custom? Yeah, it's pretty badass. Crafted it myself out of my dad's old bass from when he taught me to play. Signal almost didn't let me modify it since you have to forge your own, but I found a loophole that got that off my back." he explained, looking down at the case it was held in.
"You went to Signal? Professor Xiao Long's our dad!" Ruby beamed, putting an arm around her big sister.
"Really? Get outta here!" Rocco said, suprised.
"No it's true! He and-" Ruby began before Weiss cut her off.
"Excuse me, but I'm not through talking since you so rudely interrupted." she sneered, before turning back to the musical Huntsman-in-Training. "You got lucky in that fight. Let's see how your team can deal with a real duelist."
"So it was a challenge? Fine." Rocco turned back to his team. "Hey, Turk! You want to take this one?"
A tan boy with teal hair pulled into a short ponytail looked up, as if he wasn't paying attention. "Oh, uhh...sure."
Rocco nodded before turning to Weiss. "If you really think we're pushovers, beat him." he told her before walking back to his seat.
"Weiss, what was that about?" Ruby asked.
"He seems too full of himself that his team is unbeatable. I intend to prove him wrong." Weiss said, raising her hand. "Professor Goodwich? May I face Turk in the next match?"
The Huntress gave a quizzical look at the heiress in her class. "May I ask why?"
"I'd like to see what he's capable of." she put it simply.
With a shrug, Glynda entered the data into her tablet. The screen flashed both their faces and names upon it: Weiss Schnee vs Turk Oys. "You may both prepare now." Glynda instructed as the two got up from their respective seats and headed into the locker rooms.