The Order, A Third Party

Okay fair warning this is my first fan fiction, and I don't know how it'll turn out. The first chapter will consist of an introduction to three characters in similar style to the RWBY trailers. I have no idea how this will turn out and I just want to know whether or not anyone would be interested in me continuing this. The basis behind me creating this was that I realized something that bothers me in all series, is that there is no third party. No one who thinks that they'll survive no matter what, or they're just trying to survive. I picked option a, and I want to know what you guys think of my 3 {potentially more} OC's in the story. Also there will be no interaction with the main characters from RWBY until chapter 2 {if it continues}. Let's get started

THIS VERSION HAS BEEN EDITED! MOST OF THE GRAMAR MISTAKES SHOULD BE GONE NOW!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN RUBY, THE ONLY ORIGINAL THING ARE MY CHARACTERS IN THE RWBY UNIVERSE.

Two men were standing there. Both in matching black suits and black hats. One had an axe and the other a bat. They were yelling at a man who was strapped to a chair. Judging by their exhaustion it appeared they had been beating him, though to no affect on the hostage. They turned to a man standing in a corner behind them.

"It's no use," said the man with the axe. "He's actually enjoying it. He's crazier than we heard. We're just wasting our time with him. Turn him loose." The man emerged from the shadow and he was wearing a silver suit. He was tall and considerably more muscular then his help.

"Why do I pay for such idiots to help?" Stated the man in the silver suit. "We've seen him as a close affiliate to him. And we need to get to him. I'm going to have to bring in more trained help." These words were said almost insultingly. Then, they heard something they didn't expect, a laugh. A sharp, raspy, laugh that cut through the room. They looked to the man in the chair and he was still laughing. The man in charge approached the mad man with his two hired help flanking him.

"What," he asks, "is so funny?" Finally the man in the chair looks up allowing light to be flushed across him. His clothing choice is odd at best. Bright red and yellow striped hoodie with pants to match. But the most troubling thing about him was his face. His face was pale like all others, but he was smiling, smiling like a mad man. And his eyes, something was off about those. He had one red eye, and one yellow eye that were constantly shifting.

He finally spoke "you wanted to know about him?"

The man in silver's eyes widened, "yes!" He almost yelled, "Yes tell me all you know about him."

"Well I can tell you that approaching him is suicide at best, long and unforgiving torture at worst." Replies the mad man.

"His whereabouts!" Asks the man in silver. "Where is he hiding?!"

The mad man just looks up at him and smiles "When you're disarming a knight," he states. "One must always make sure that they clothes that they wear, are not their own." Instinctively the men back away and pull out their weapons, with the man in silver wielding a club like weapon that appeared to have capabilities of firing rockets {alla batzooka}. When nothing happened they walked away.

"Ehh he was bluffing" said the man with the bat.

"Yeah," agreed the man with the axe. "He's just crazy." But the mad man was waiting for that. His clothing suddenly seems to flip over in multiple spots revealing silver armor with red and yellow stripes almost identical to his clothing. When his hood turned into armor, it shifted into a helmet. What was troubling about his helmet was that the gap in the armor left for the eyes was so dark, that you could see his eyes through the darkness of his eyes. Engraved in his armor was a smile, covering his mouth. On either cheek there was a picture of two clowns with crossed knives behind them. He slips two daggers from one of the many places he kept them on his body and cut his bonds. He then stood up, surprisingly quietly for a man in full armor.

"Hey!" The mad man yells. When the three men turn, the man with the bat calls for backup. The mad man smiles and waits patiently for him to finish. He might as well have a challenge while he was here. Once he had finished, the alarm was raised and armed guards came running down the halls. None of them had anything but bats and axes and the mad man looked disappointed. Not much fun that. He then bends both arms with knives in them to the side and throws the knives as though he had done it a thousand times before, and releases. Both knives hit home and take out the two guards sent to torture him.

He pulls out two more knives and smiles "Okay" he says, "Who wants to play with the Knight of Jacks next?" The guards took that as a cue and rushed him, a foolish mistake that none would be left to regret. As the first two approached him, he slashes both of them and moves out the way quickly stabbing another and throwing his other knife at another. Then with blinding speed he pulls out another knife and stabs another man. He then moves out of the way. The other goons look around and begin to think twice about their decision. This Knight of Jacks has taken out 7 of their allies without them getting in a single swing. He moved with blinding speed, a feat that should been impossible given that he was wearing armor head to toe. But he moved so fast that they didn't realize that 3 more of their men had fallen. Soon none were left. Almost 50 guards lay dead at Jacks' feet. And he just looked up at the man in silver and smiled.

"Fine then," he says. "I'll have to deal with you myself."

"Bring it on boss man!" Replies Jacks. He does, and he charges forward with his club and takes a healthy swing at Jacks. Jacks very easily dodges that attack and takes a swipe at his arm and kicks him away. The man in silver knows that Jacks could have killed him and was leaving him alive for his own enjoyment. Fine then, he thought, time to unveil my last resort. He flips around his club and an opening reveals what Jacks had thought, it doubles as a gun.

"WHO'S LAUGHING NOW FUNNY MAN?" Screamed the man in silver and he pulls the trigger. Rockets fire out and Jacks easily dodges all of them. But now it's the man in silver's turn to laugh. He pulls the trigger again and once again, Jack's dodges them, but this time the rockets turn around and start speeding towards him. Now Jacks starts running at a blinding pace, right at the man in silver. He realizes what Jacks was doing and he flips around his club to take a swing at Jacks. As he swings, Jacks simply slid underneath his swing. The man in silver turns to run, but it's a futile attempt. The rockets impact and he is thrown across the room. Jacks then walks towards his body and looks at him. He simply laughs and holds his hand up to his helmet.

"Order," states Jacks, "this idiots dealt with. Headed back. He wasn't working for anybody." Jacks turns around, collects his knives that were left inside of dead goons. He flips around his armor back to normal clothing, and revealing that he was still smiling. He then turns and leaves without another word.

End of Jacks: As I stated before, Jacks is the first of 3 OC's that will be revealed in the intros. So this next intro is apart of the first section, but the second part. Also sorry for the length but I wanted to sat everything I felt necessary.

It was a dark night at the palace. Did it hold anyone or anything of importance? No, but it held a man with a lot of money and a fear of the potential vengeance that could be taken against him. He was an older man, who was still in excellent shape. He carried a sword and shield at his waist. He seemed to enjoy his luxuries as he was wearing a velvet robe with velvet clothes. On this particular night he was in an argument with his chief of security. A very muscular man who was wearing a red suit.

"I told you, none have come yet," stated the security chief. "None will come. Besides most are back in."

"That only troubles me more," states the old man. "The only one who hasn't joined back yet will look for revenge more than the others."

"What? Just one person? Than there really is no need to double security." Just as he spoke a body fell through glass on the roof as a man with an ice wound in the shape of an arrow came through.

"Why do I even bother?" Stated the head of security. He reaches up to his ear "Code red intruder on the premise. Code red, all hands on deck."

To the figure on the perched on a hill

You couldn't see it due to the mask they were wearing, but they were biting their lip. They got greedy and took out the guy on the roof, not realizing the glass ceiling behind them. They picked up their bow and waited for more people to come into view. As two guards came from the building, they switched their dust bow to their signature arrow. They fired off two arrows and both hit their mark taking out the two guards, with a rose left in place of an arrow. Now they decided enough was enough and jumped down from their perch. The pulled their bow apart, causing to change into 2 swords. As they walked towards the palace two guards ran at them and without thinking twice they shifted their swords to counter both attacks and cut them down. More guards tried to stop them, but they just kept going through. It was clear that this person's technique was flawless. The swords that the opposition had were no use as they continued their march to the palace, leaving a trail of body's in their wake. Finally they reached the main room of the palace. There he sat, the man they had waited so long to get to. But then the security chief stepped forward pulling out a wicked looking mace. Wielding it as though he knew how to use it.

"Wait," Cried out the person, shocking the security chief. "I want my armor back. I know you still have it."

"Fine," said the old man. "Over there. Don't attack yet." He still had a belief that all fights should be fair. If they were a one on one fight, with a duel aspect to it.

"You never told me that they were a girl!" Screamed the security chief.

"You have a problem with this?" Inquired the old man

"No. This just made my job easier." When they looked over they saw her armor already on. They had no idea how she changed so fast but it was of little concern for the matter at hand. Her armor was much more elegant than any one else's. Perhaps the strangest thing about her armor was the emblem she bore on her chest. A bundle of roses, knocked in a bow in front of two crossed swords. But the security chief charged forward determine to end this fast. He was too strong for her weak frame to take a full force swing of his mace. As he was approaching he noticed she wasn't moving. This should of concerned him, but it didn't and he kept moving forward. When he brought his mace down where she was, she deflected it. To his surprise, his mace hit the floor next to her and he looked up at the mercy of her. However she doesn't like to play around with her enemies. She quickly brings her sword down and slices across his back. He crumples to the ground, and she moves forward to the man in the chair.

"The former king reduced to a man with grade c help," states the women. "How pathetic."

"I'll have you know they were the best money could by," replied the former king.

"Even worse."

"So now we fight."

"No."

"What?"

"You didn't give me a chance to fight all those years ago. You just kicked me out of the Knights without a second thought. Now I end your life." The former king looks up in surprise as she switched to her bow, pulled back and a dust arrow appeared on the string.

"Before I end this," says the woman. "Say my name. My official title. The one you tried to take away from me."

"The Knight of Beauty. A name that reminded me that you were a woman. A woman knight stands for all that was wrong with the order." Rambles the former king. She's had enough and releases the arrow. The former king just stayed in his chair and accepted his fate. The Knight of Beauty turned around and started to walk away. Time to reclaim my spot amongst the Order of the Knights, she thought.

End of Beauty: So this one was shorter than Jacks, but I think it gets the point across. With how female dominated RWBY series was I felt it was important to have a female. Given that she was always either clothed or in armor, no description of physical features were necessary. This next section should be the longest one. So hang in.

The man in the cloak was walking across the rode. He looked up at the bar, shortly revealing his white face and his eyes. They were pure black. He entered the bar and looked for his man. He saw an overweight man in a dirty coat and he was sitting at a table, reading a scroll looking for any news. Such a grotesque person, thought the cloaked man, but he knew that he had the right person. He walked over to him, pulled up a chair, and sat across from this man. To most he was simply known as the Rat. He was who all turned to for information, but he was pricey.

"Hey look at this boys." Stated the man in a thick Italian accent, speaking to the two guards that flanked him. "We got another one looking for information. What are you hear for." The man in the black cloak simply threw down a pouch of dust.

"Ahh but that won't be enough," said the Rat. "See, my new primary employer, who was kind enough to supply me with new guards, takes 50% of my payments so unless you got another pouch you're out of luck."

The cloaked man threw down another dust pouch and finally spoke, "5 people. I was hoping that you could tell me where they are."

"Who are they"

"They're on your scroll now."

The Rat looked at his scroll and stated "I can't help you."

The figure in black gave a cold smile and said "Well that's unfortunate for you." Suddenly, he brought his fist across the face of the Rat and hit the other two guards flanking him. Both were dead on impact, but the Rat was just unconscious. The cloaked figure's gloves changed to metal plated gauntlets under the table. Suddenly his whole wardrobe shifted to pure black armor. As this happened, a sword and shield appeared on both of his arms. On the shield, was an engraved shield with axes on it, and with crossed swords behind it. Suddenly several tables from the bar were emptied as people ran to get out. Leaving only those he intended to fight. The first one came forward to attack with a bat. The black armored figure let him take a healthy swing at his armor, and on contact, the bat shattered. A quick slash of his sword took care of him. Waiting for others to attack, he simply perfectly executed a block and slash technique with such power and speed that there was nothing that the goons could do. He cut all of them down and looked around disappointed. He was hoping for a chance to improve his already almost flawless fighting technique, but it seemed it was not meant to be. Suddenly, a pair of twins approached him. The two boys had staffs that looked like they could do a lot of damage. They aimed them at the black armored man. To their surprise, he just put away his sword and shield. He then reached behind him and pulled something from his back. It was a box shaped item and they thought nothing of it. But then it shifted out into a halberd, a weapons with an axe blade, a spear point, and a pike end. The twins simply popped open their staffs, revealing the dust powers inside of them. They fired and the figure in black dodged the first two shots. However, he knew he would have to retaliate. He charged forward, sliding under the second shots of the twins. With speed that shouldn't of have been achieved when he was wearing full armor he was upon them. He sliced the first twins staff in half with the axe blade. The twin looked down in surprise because his staff was made of pure metal, and it would take a sharp edge and a strong man to break it. He tried to fight back, but the black armored man brought the pike blade around into the twins back. The second twin then charged, but was cut off quickly by a quick thrust of this man's spear. After he collapsed the black armored figured turned around to see three men. Where were they when I was fighting these idiots, he thought. But they all had batzookas. And all of them pointed at him.

"Give up," the first muscle bound figure said. "You can't win this fight." In reply he put away his halberd. Before they could put down their batzookas, he reached down and pulled a morning star off of his leg, a spiked ball at the end of a chain. They looked in surprise and fired their batzookas. Calmly he smashed his flail on the ground, causing a wall of red energy to come up from the spot he hit. This wall stopped all of the rockets in their path. They all decided it would be best to change to bats. They then charged at him, and he started swinging his morning star in circle over his head, anticipating the attack. As the first brute swung at him, the black armored figure swung his morning star, meeting the bat head on. His superior strength, momentum, and speed, caused the bat to just snap in half and the morning star met the first brute head on ending his fight. The other two looked in surprise and as one continued the fight, the other simply backed up and readied his rockets. The second brute swung and this time, in a series of events to fast for the others to process, the black armored figure brought the hilt of his morning start to the temple of the brute and then side stepped and brought the spiked ball of his morning start on the back of the second brute. He turned to see the third brute ready to fire, but didn't give him the chance. He swung his morning star again and this time a line of red dust came from the swing making contact with the brute on the other side of the room. His fight had also ended. He looked around again satisfied with his handy work. But then from the back he could hear a van pull up and a group of people entered. It was clear that they were more skilled than the help he had faced before. Good, he thought, a potential challenge. They all had on black suits, with various weapons. Including swords, clubs, maces, and axes. The black armored man put away his morning star and smiled under his helmet. He pulled out two axes very quickly and threw them across the room hitting not two, but four people with the hilt of the axes knocking out two of them and the blades dealing with the other two. He then pulled out two more axes and charged them with blinding speed. Before most of them had a chance to even try and defend against him, he killed all of them. He looked down disappointed that they weren't as good as he had hopped. Suddenly the door opened again and more of the guards that he had initially faced. He simply had enough of this foolishness and he pulled out his shield again, put instead of using it he pulled out a bow and quicker than he should have been able to, he knocked and fired enough arrows to kill all but two of the goons. The two remaining goons tried to run away, but he reached down to his ankles and pulled out two daggers and threw them across the room. Now there were no more pests to deal with. He walked towards the only one left alive, the Rat.

The Rat regained consciousness and looked at him and said "So you must be the famed Black Knight. I guess you've come to kill me."

"No." Stated the Black Knight. "I need info from you, you worthless slime." The both held eye contact for a minute. Then they started to laugh.

"Good to see you again Rat." Said the Black Knight

"Same, Black." Replied the Rat.

"Who are your new friends?"

"One of the people that you asked if I knew about employed me. He made sure that security was his. That's why I had to lie. But I can honestly tell you I have no idea where he is right now. The other four are another story."

"That's fine. I don't want Roman Torchwick as much as I want the other four."

"Well there's one problem. It's a race."

"Excuse me?"

"Torchwick wants the other four, but for a very different reason than you. He wants to employ them if at all possible."

"Then I can kill 5 birds with one stone."

"But I can help you find them. Torchwick has security check points set up around the city specifically targeting the spots where they patrol. I would take one out and meet them there. I'll send you locations as soon as I can."

"Thank you as always Rat. I'm keeping the other dust pouch, however this one's all yours." Says the Black Knight, as he leaves one dust pouch on the table. "Now if you don't mind I must return to my duties as King's Hand a the Order of the Knights. Jacks should be back by now as well. Any word on the whereabouts of Beauty?" He was standing up to leave now.

"No" Replied the Rat. "She has become a ghost. I can't find her anywhere." At this moment the Black Knight shifts back to his cloak and other clothing and the Rat can see the disappointment on his face.

"You will be hearing from me soon Rat," says the Black Knight.

"As you will hear from me soon," says the Rat. As the Black Knight walked away he intentionally left a scroll on the table. On that scroll was a picture of Roman Torchwick and then letters of the 4 that he couldn't find pictures for. RWBY remained on the table, and it was his full intention to fight them to improve his skill.

End of the Black Knight: Woo that's done with. Sorry again for the length. I realize that I never gave setting for this story, this is when everyone but Ruby is 20, and Ruby is 18. So 3 years in the future. So what do you think and does anyone want to see how this plays out? Reply and let me know.