RWBY: ROMA

by Golden Fires

The Schnee company is not the only dust company out there, there was really only one other in the Vytal region: Legionnaire Refining. But that company was not as fortunate. This is the story of the other heir in the Dust world: Alexander Lanciere: The Legionnaire Orphan. Possible OCxWeiss, possible OCxOC

1. Chapter 1

RWBY: ROMA

My attempt at a RWBY OC Insertion fic. Enjoy and leave a review or a favorite if you want to. I will not stop this fic if no one reviews, because I like my character and will use him regardless.

Prologue (Rust)

"Trust nothing, for it all breaks: machines, words, letters, minds, bodies, souls." My Father once told me that. I now know I should have believed him. We live in a time where only two in every hundred kidnapping cases are looked at. It should have been surprising that my father's kidnapping case was even looked at, though in retrospect it really wasn't. I was then angered when the told me that the police officer in charge ordered his troops to storm the home, killing everyone in the building, including my father. They gave their condolences then walked away.

After the incident as they called, and by they I mean the media, I was given control of the company and acted through a new person: Runen Ornase. Alexander Lanciere was my company name only, and any friends not affiliated with the company knew me as Runen Ornase, the Roman Soldier from Signal. As my mother always told: Deception is a weapon, "Persuasion is a tool, and spying is never a crime. Know everything, and you rule the world."

At signal, I was part of the Archery club and the Knight's sword and shield team. That's because my weapons are Ceaser and Anthony/Artemis, A Roman shield and short sword that transform in to a crossbow with a handle and a fore grip. Though, I long stopped creating weapon systems. I remember where one of my projects went terribly wrong: The Armor Project.

The Armor project was an attempt to create the next type of android platform by use of the purest of energy crystals. The Armor's sheer energy corrupted some of it's programing and the three armors escaped. I hunted the Rusted one down, but not before it cut open my left arm. The reports state the Silver Armor was killed after the annual concert at the White Castle. Unfortunately, The Gold Armor is still unaccounted for to this day. The other project is Project Soul Reader, an endeavor to discover the true nature of Aura and Semblance's.

A knock battered on my door. I got up from my desk and crossed the room to see Ceaser and Anthony sitting in the corner near the makeshift alter to my father that I still pray to. I got to the door and looked through the seeing hole in my sighed, "This again."

The door was kicked in and I immediately slid back and grabbed Ceaser and Anthony, bashing the first assailant against the wall before stabbing him through the chest with Anthony. The second assailant was slashed across the chest and then kicked back into the hallway clutching his face. The third and forth rushed in and were immediately bashed in the face then slashed up in the room. The rest fired guns and arrows at me, so I raised Ceaser, The arrows and bullets doing nothing against the shield. I sheaved Anthony into the slot in the shield and transformed the two into Artemis, named after the god of Archery, a crossbow that had a circular ten arrow, automatic cycling, magazine with simple iron sights for quick target acquisition. Four headshots later and all the assassins all lay dead in my office.

I searched the obvious leader of the group given the flashy colors. I picked two obvious business cards of his body and called a friend, "Yeah, Hi Ocelot…Sorry, I know you have that name but it is easier than Obsenovakav, right…yeah, they pulled that shite again…Yea, we have to move the lab, but I have an idea, lets just take it with us to Beacon Academy, so pack it up and make such that you have everything set to go tomorrow…Yeah, you never have let be done yet, late Ocelot." I hung up the phone and simply stared out the window, "Well, tomorrow should be interesting at the very least." I put a hand to my face and wiping, and noticed I was bleeding from the lip, "Those sons of actually got me this time, and they are improving." I hit the music player and listened to Mirror, Mirror by the daughter of the company my father fought against. Not in hate, but for profit. My name is Alexander Lanciere, the heir of the other dust company in the Vytal continent, the Legionnaire Refining Company.

I need some opinions here: good, crap, average. What do you think of Artemis/Ceaser and Anthony? Finally, whom do you think M and A are? Or who is this Ocelot Character? Find out next time. -GF