RWBY:

Team SYVR

A RWBY AU Adventure

I do not own anything related to RWBY, all characters, worlds and stories belong to Rooster Teeth production. Nor do I own anything in relation to team SYVR and any affiliated characters and world, those belong to belong to Deviant Art member Madgamer2k7 ( art/Team-SYVR-600137511) Go check out his/her work, well worth the visit.

I am merely dipping my toes in to this rich pool of ideas. And I hope that if Rooster Teeth and or Madgamer2k7 find out about this project that they will enjoy it or at least not sci their Grimm … er I mean lawyers on me.

This work will be rate M due to language used by the characters and some violent scenes, and smutty … wait ... nope no smutty, sorry boy and girls. Romance is possible but there will be no graphic smutty scenes. The romance will be between which ever characters wants it. And they will let me know who they want and when, I have a good idea where I want these stories to go but it has been my experience that sometimes what I want and what the characters want aren't always the same. And since it is their story and I am just the transcriber, I usually let them pick just how it will be told.

Lastly, I hope you, the reader, will enjoy these stories as well. Feel free to leave a review, I am a firm believe in 'there is no such thing as a bad review'. If you love my work, hate it, think it is the worst slop of the whole internet, tell me. Because when you do I know that I did something, said something that made you stop and go "Huh." And let's face it, even to us hacks, there is no better feeling then knowing you made someone go "Huh."

So then on with the show ...

Vale, a large, beautiful Kingdom with a rich history of diverse culture and tolerance for all has lead many to believe, and rightly so, that Vale is the most desirable location in all of Remnant to raise a family, to start a new business, to study and learn, to live freely as one chooses. With it's many fine universities, including one of the Four Academies that specializes in training the next generations of Hunter and Huntress, Beacon Academy, located within the bounds of their walled city, some of the finest minds in the fields of Dust, medicine and the Arts have flocked here for years since the end of the Great War, eighty years ago. The Age of Peace has been extremely kind to the citizens of Vale, allowing them to prosper and grow without much interference from a repressive government of the past.

The government of Vale, a council made up of three members who serve only two four year terms, was just large enough to maintaining the hospitals, regulate commerce, sanitation, fire, police and the courts. There wasn't even a standing army, instead they relied on a civilian militia, which its members were required log in so many hours of training per year as well as maintaining their own weapons and ammo. For the threat of Grimm attacks inside and outside of the Kingdom, the graduates of Beacon more than fulfill the role of guardians of the people.

And thanks to the vigilance and merciful, but firm hand of police and court systems; criminal activities were almost unheard of …

Almost.

And that qualifier always made Roman Torchwick a very happy man indeed. It always warmed his cold heart to know that the government of Vale worked so hard to keep his competition in check while he had free reign of the city. Roman's organization certainly wasn't the largest criminal gang in Remnent, true, and the thirty two year old man was not from an old school mob that could trace its roots back hundred of years. No, but he was an up and comer in the underworld and, with no modesty at all, he is the best in the business. Even as a juvenile, knocking over small convince stores and running scams on a street corner, he had never been caught, yet, and has never spent a minute in jail.

One of the reasons he is the best, he has all but eliminated most of the serious competition by focusing on not only expanding his empire by any means necessary but by also knowing who was doing what and when. Knowledge, as those goody two shoes were often to say smugly, was power. And that is what drove Roman more than anything else; power. Most of the time, those goody two shoes spouted off nonsense, but he also knew good advice when he heard it. That was one piece of advice he took to heart.

Very early in his career, he had developed his own network of informants and spies, to keep an eye on the other gangs in the city. Most of the information was worthless as the scum who had it but every once in while those spies had open doors he would have never seen otherwise. So, sometimes, when it was in his best interest, he would move in during another gang's operation and stealing the goods himself and leave the others holding the bag. Other times, all it took was a quick call to the local police to tip them off to a crime that was about to happen.

After all, those pesky good doers were always eager for any hint of action, to rush in and split some heads open; who was he to deny someone else their fun … as long as didn't interfere with his own goals. In fact, his 'tips' had proven so reliable that the police hardly question them anymore.

Which worked out perfectly because for this evening, for this job, which was ambitious, even for himself, he needed every bit of luck he could make.

His new 'partner', he refuses to say employer even to himself even though that was closer to the truth, had big plans for not only Vale but the whole world and he was in on the ground floor.

She obviously knew quality when she saw it.

The biggest monkey wrench to her grand master plans, unfortunately, required very large supply of Dust. Far larger than he would normally attempt to steal in one night. But the bigger the risk, the greater the gains … or something like that, he thought as he and his new 'muscles' parked their cars one block east of the store he had already cased for jobs like this one. Stopping briefly to light his cigar, he watches his temporary help out of the corner of his eye.

He despises having to rely on outside help, especially since he had to go to one of the biggest informants in the city for the extra muscle. Forget the fact that his new 'partner' had droned on endlessly for the need of secrecy, especially at this early junction, he just didn't trust that fat Jr. any further then he could throw the man. One can never trust a man who sold secrets for a living, even if he was reliable, especially if he was reliable. Roman didn't get this far by blindly trusting anyone, not even his own mother.

The fact that his own good luck charm, the only one whom Roman allowed himself to feel a small amount of trust with, was not here with him only added to his annoyance. Unfortunately, for this job, he needed serious muscle and while his four foot ten inch, mute, his enforcer / bodyguard was very useful for many jobs, hauling away Dust crates was not one of them. Neo, the chocolate and strawberry hair little cutie was small but had a sadist streak that, quite frankly, gave him pause from time to time, was better suited for interrogations and her skills in martial arts has saved his bacon once or twice.

With a sigh, he motion for the eight men to follow him as a large cargo truck slowly kept pace with them. Even without his shinny protege, who has proven more loyal than a hundred other men he could think of, watching his back; this was a job that shouldn't go south. It was early evening, and the commerce section of the city was lightly populated, with most businesses already shut down for the day. And right now, a warehouse on the other side of town was being raided, much to the annoyance of a rival, by enough police to ensure a slower than normal response time if anyone did manage to call the police. A Red Claw raid down in the residential district that his new partner had arrange should keep any stray Hunter or Huntress occupied as well.

Every detail had been planned out and every scenario had been accounted for, this should be the easiest haul, even with this sub-par crew, he has attempted in years.

Should be was the key words.

For another saying bounce around in his head as he approached the Dust till Dawn store. One that he followed as closely as the Power saying; Expect the unexpected.

A yellow and black motorcycle slow to a stop near the owner's, and her passenger's, favorite Dust store, Dust till Dawn. After kicking the kickstand down, the older girl pulled off her goggles as well as her yellow, open face helmet, allowing her long golden blond hair to spill out over her shoulders and half way down her back. Running her hands through the mass of hair to fluff it out, she turns to her younger passenger.

"You could have said something about needing more Dust earlier you know, Ruby." Yang Xiao Long said with a grin she only reserve for her family, especially her little sister, the mad genius Ruby Rose.

"Oh come on," the red headed fifteen year old Ruby said, while hanging her red and black, full face helmet, that her dad made her wear while riding on the Bumble Bee, on the rear of the bike. "Like you are in such a hurry to get home anyway."

"Okay, you got me," Yang said with an air of indulgence as she swung her long legs over the bike. "Guilty as charge your Honor. I've been itching to get out of the house for over a week now anyways, ever since dad laid down the law on me after that last, minor, incident."

"Which was an excellent idea, if I may say so, Miss Xiao Long," the white ball with a small video screen, which it used to show it's emoticons, said in a very high pitch but rich, cultural voice. The ball was attached to Ruby's left arm; her mechanical arm that had replaced her real one when she was just six years old,

Nine years ago; Ruby and Yang had been visiting a Shnee Dust research lab with their dad and uncle when the terrorist group Red Claw launch an attack on the lab. During the attack the two young girls not only got separated, first from their dad, but also from each other. It was during the worst of the attack both had been injured severely with life altering effects.

Ruby's life had been saved by an experimental AI robot, who she later named Qber, when she had stumbled into his lab looking for help. Qber, who had used his own body as a shield, saved her life, but was unable to prevent her left arm from being crushed by part of the collapsing ceiling. Due to years of boredom and natural curiosity, Ruby had learned much about the workings of her new arm and Qber as well. This led to her experimenting with the arm, different machines around the house and at school, any weapons she might find and her savior's head, which was all that survive the ordeal as well. The end result of those hours spent with her arm made it very clear to everyone that her level of expertise and natural affiliation with all things mechanical far surpass many other so-called experts.

The ordeal had also left her a bit shy around people she didn't know and distrustful of anyone except Qber and Yang. Ruby, although not as hot headed as Yang, was not one to back down from a fight nor did she ever entertain a thought of fighting fair. While Yang burn hot, but would, within an hour or so, cool down; Ruby, on the other hand, is a sneaky, vindictive little squirt with a long memory. You never knew when or how she would strike back but she always did and in ways that have astounded adults around her. There was a good reason people called her the "Mad Genius" behind her back … and never, ever, whre Yang could hear them.

Qber, was given to Ruby to help her in her recovery since the project had been declared doomed after the attack assessment was completed. Since only his head had survived and the scientist that had built him hadn't survived the attack nor did any of her notes, the Shnee Corp. felt that reconstruction of the project was not feasible. Although, her uncle often quipped that the real reason was to keep their dad from suing the Shnee Corporation out of existence.

Ruby had taken her savior's head, which had originally been as big as their dad's, and compressed it down to the size of a softball, and weighing in at just a few pounds, all the while increasing the CPU and memory storage, allowing the AI to expand to five times it's original programming. Ruby, Yang and Qber had kept many of the improvements Ruby had made to him a secret, knowing full well that if the Shnee company ever found out the truth, they would demand his return.

As much as Qber annoyed Yang, she would rather rip out her own heart, then allow anyone to separate those two. And she knew for a fact that Qber would rather dive into a vat of molten lava then do anything to hurt Ruby. Even after all these years, he was not only her best friend, but he still protected her with everything he had.

"Oh, be quiet Cue Ball," Yang huffed out as Ruby detached the ball from her arm, allowing him to float over to Yang, while was using an angry Emote face on her. "You know it was completely unfair to ground me! No one even end up in the hospital this time."

"My name is Qber, as you well know Miss Xiao Long," the ball said in a very huffy voice. "And the point of the punishment, which your father imposed on you, was to help reinforce the concept of anger management, a concept that still eludes you to this day."

"Hey! That was almost totally not completely my fault!" Yang snapped back, putting both of her hands on her hips and a snare on her lips.

While those words would have been viewed by most as just normal teenage angst that countless other children have said in the past, there was a nugget of truth in the seventeen year old's words. It wasn't completely her fault.

Where as Ruby Rose had lost her left arm in the chaos of the Red Claw attack, Yang lost something more precious; her sanity.

While attempting to locate her little sister, Yang had stumbled into the supposedly secure room in which vials of experimental Dust crystals had been stored. Trapped and frozen with fear, Yang could only watch in horror as a nearby explosion had dislodged the shelves of crystals from the wall and igniting upon contact with the floor.

The result had been devastating.

The most visible change had been the drawing of a dragon that one of the nice ladies had drawn on her chest, to help her settle down so her dad and uncle could do their boring grown up stuff, was forever burned into her skin. A tattoo that glows with a terrible light whenever Yang falls into her berserk mode. No one is one hundred percent sure if being a berserk had always been her natural talent or if that had changed when the dust was forcefully in-bedded into her skin.

Not that it matters anymore.

Yang Xiao Long was a dragon now. Quick to anger and almost impossible to stop, Yang could take hits that would crush most humans and transform that energy into fuel for not only her rage but her own hand to hand combat. You just couldn't hit her hard enough in order to keep her down long enough for you to win the battle or to do the smart thing and run away. All you would do is give her more energy to hit you back with as much force as she took. And you couldn't talk her down once she got in her head to smash you; no one could, not even her father or uncle. Only Ruby had any chance of keeping her big sister in check. Only Ruby had the ability to calm the burning dragon, up to a point. Yang was a force of nature after all, and nothing could stop the sun from burning once ignited.

And may all the deities of heaven and hell have mercy on your soul if you even try to hurt her little sister.

"You are supposed to learn to ignore the cruelty of others towards you, not attempt to stuff the offenders into a sanitation pipe."

"Hey, that is why they have those pipes, you know; to flush the shit away." Yang retorted with a grin while Qber change his emote from a red angry face to a pinkish eye rolling one.

"Miss Xiao Long, may I remind you, once again, that a young lady such as yourself should not use such language. In a effort to serve Miss Rose in a more efficient manner, I have downloaded all the information on etiquette that I could find. After processing this information, I have deduce that this information would be as beneficial to you as it is to Miss Rose, so let me be very clear, once more, and inform you that it is very unladylike behavior and ..."

"Oh no, not that," Yang said in a mocking tone, bringing her left hand up to her ample breast that her tight, long sleeve, purple and yellow half shirt barely contain while bring her right hand up to her forehead. "No, say it ain't so Cue Ball! I'm being unladylike! Oh, woos is me! How will I ever get invited to the Ball and meet my prince charming now? Oh how, I ask you! Oh, hold me Cue Ball, I feel faint!"

"Ha. Ha."

"Oh come on, that was funny and you know it."

"I assure you, Miss Xiao Long, along with a vast library of etiquette, I also have an extensive list of humorous one liners, puns and other forms of literary comedy. When you finally achieve your goal of being 'funny', I shall be pleased to relay the proper response."

"Why you … how would you like me to throw you into next week."

"How would you like it if I 'fix' your hair dryer?" Qber said floating inches from her face, staring into her bright yellow eyes.

"What," Yang leans back in genuine shock. "You wouldn't dare!"

"Try me, Missy."

"Anything happens to any of my stuff and you find out what it's like to be a rotor rooter!"

"You … you beast! I am not some simple, average household appliance! I am a state of the art ..."

"I don't know, you can be a slippery little piece of ..."

"Guys, please. Not tonight." The almost whisper coming from the young redhead was barely heard over the noise of the city, but it was loud enough to get both her friends to look sheepishly at each other and apologies to her in an equally small voice. Leaning against Yang's bike, with her custom made goggles pushed back on her head and her arms crossed over her exposed midriff, Ruby went on. "I know you both love each other and never really mean any of those things you say, but can we, just for tonight, let it go. Yang leaves in two days for Beacon and this might be the last time, for who knows how long, we will be able to get together and hang out, you know."

Because of their disabilities, the already close sisters had grown tighter as they got older. They had no real friends, thanks to Yang's temper and Ruby's reclusive nature and both are subject to veil, and not so hidden, looks of contempt, anger, with whispered, mocking comments from the others' due to their conditions. Those words, those stares, had always hit Ruby the hardest since there was just no way to hide what happened to her.

When they were younger, they tried; they had tried so hard to be normal and be like the other kids, they really had. But children can be cruel to a girl with an arm that match her silver eyes. Taunts and tricks tested Yang's already fragile grip on the threads of sanity. Complaining to adults never worked, some of the adults were just a cruel as their children, others would look the other way; allowing those who were already guilty to enact revenge on the sisters for 'tattling'. As they got older, Yang's responses started to get more physical and much more frequent.

Their father tried to help them, Yang knew how much it hurt him to see his children in such pain and how much he really loved them both …

But.

Many nights, one or the other, or more often than not both, would lay in bed crying, asking the night sky, asking each other, that one question: why; why them?

Neither of the sisters knew how to solve their problems, except to say hollow words that grown ups always spouted off and give each other warm hugs. Qber tried as well to be helpful, and Yang knew he meant well and did appreciate all he did for Ruby, (not that Yang would ever admit it out loud) but in the end he was still a robot. There was only so much he could do to help, no matter how much research he conducted, no matter how many gigs of information he downloaded from the CCCT. At the end of the day, he as just a machine who didn't understand humans as well as other humans understood each other. So the two girls had to learn an early lesson, one that was repeatedly shoved in their faces almost daily; they could only rely on one another and never trust anyone else.

"I know sis," Yang said, laying one hand on Ruby's right arm. "You're right. This is supposed to be a party night! No tears tonight, just smiles and happy thoughts, right Qber?"

"Of course," the robot said as he floated up to hover between the two sisters. "And more to the point, Miss Rose, this shall not be the last occurrence for the three of us to spend time in each others company."

"That's right, Ruby!" Yang said with a huge grin. "Beacon isn't that far from Patch! I can make home on the weekends and during breaks."

"I am also confident that your father would not be adverse to you engaging in an afternoon trip to Beacon to spend time with your sister."

"And it will be only another two years and then you can come to Beacon! You are at the top of your class in combat and everything! You will have a hell of a lot easier time getting in then I did!"

"I won't if anyone figures out it was me who 'upgraded' Mr. Killman's home computer system." Ruby said with a wry grin on her lips.

"Please," Yang said, wrapping her arm around her sister's shoulders. "It's been six months; while everyone assumes it was you, why they do I have no idea. It's not like there was enough piece left of the security system after the whole system went screwy." Yang let out a hearty laugh as she recalled the rumors of dancing appliances with some new boy band music blare in the background, Grimm warning bells going off at 2 am, of lights flickering on and off so fast that the bulbs exploding in their sockets and other mayhem that plague the instructor's home until he had to rip the whole system out and replace it. "Even if you hadn't covered your tracks well, it ain't like anyone was looking that hard anyways. Even dad thinks the guy is a tool who got what he deserve."

"Yeah, right; if that is true, then why did dad give me the pleasure of chopping wood for two weeks straight?" Ruby asks with a smirk.

"Blah, we need the firewood anyway." Yang said, giving her sister a light slap on the head. Then Yang became quieter as she said, "Besides, it might be easier on you at Signal without me, you know, going all … hey, no hitting the abs!"

"Don't say that! It's not your fault, well, once in a while it might have been your fault; still, don't take all the blame on yourself! Those … those … poopy head … jerks, it's their fault! I know how hard you've tried but they don't care. I swear sometime they like getting their butts' smash by you!"

"Yeah, they are kind of a sadist bunch, aren't they."

"At least at Beacon, you will be around people who are more interested in becoming serious Hunters and Huntresses instead of … you know." Ruby kicked at the sidewalk, refusing to look at her sister or her friend. "I'm kind of jealous, I mean you are going to get to be around people who don't know you or think you are a freak or ..."

"You are not a freak, Ruby," Yang said softly, cutting off Ruby, but there was steel under those words that clearly came from all the love in her heart for her sister. "You are very special person who had a horrible accident, that is all. We both are and we can't forget that no matter what. Remember what dad always told us; we give in to despair, we let those jerks get to us, they win. And if there is one thing we both hate and that is to lose."

Ruby held her sister's gaze for a couple heart beats before giving Yang a bright smile, "Yeah, you're right, Yang. Thanks."

"Of course I am right, Ruby," Yang said, giving her sister a high five. "I'm your big sister, I am always right." Yang quickly glare at Qber before grinding out, "Don't say it, Cue Ball."

"Far be it for a simple robot such as myself to puncture your bubble of self delusion, Miss Xiao Long."

Ruby let out a real laugh as the two tried to out stare the other, "I can't take you two anywhere can I? Come on, let's go shopping before dad calls to tell us to come home."

Expect the unexpected.

"Hey! What's going on in here?" A very youngish sounding girly voice said.

Roman looked up from the crystal he was examining to see two girls standing in the doorway. One was a tall blond, she had to be around 5'7" or 5'8" and her tight clothing didn't leave much to the imagination. She wore a yellow and purple crop shirt that exposes not only her abs, but a dragon tattoo on her upper chest. Clad in biker shorts and black legging that were as tight as the shirt, she was quite an impressive sight. Her friend was wearing a similar short / legging attire, although she had brown knee high boots instead of the black military style the other one wore. Her top, while she had less to flash, did expose her tight stomach. Both had that "I am athletic and I love to show it off" vibe, even if the shorter one had some weird red tinted goggles on top of her red hair and an artificial arm. That ball hover around her shoulder also looked out of place.

So much for a quiet night. Roman though, as he straightens up. "Good evening ladies, welcome to Dust to Dawn. I am afraid that the store is temperately closed right now. But if you would be so kind as to follow my associates, they'll see that you are made comfortable until we are finished."

"Please girls, I don't want any trouble," the old proprietor of the store said as the redhead took a step away from the others.

"Get your hands on your head, missy?" One of the hired help said to the redhead who just stare at him.

"You are … robbing us?"

"Yeah, now move it." He said swing his sword in her direction.

"This is so cool!" As the taller girl glare at the man in front of her friend, the redhead jump up the air with a giggle and then pulled her goggles down over her eyes. "Qber! Quick our theme song!"

"We do not have a theme song." The ball said swing in front of the girl, it's screen going a dark red. "As for you, sir, I would advise you to be very careful with that over size butter knife if I was you."

"We do too have a theme song, I downloaded into you last week," the redhead said in a whiny voice.

"Ruby, not now," the older one said through clenched teeth.

Roman glance over to the taller one … Why is her tattoo starting to glow? He wondered as another henchman pulled out his sword.

"You guys are no fun." Then she let out a yelp as the henchman pushed her against a display case.

"Hey, I'm not joking here, get your hands on your head or you will lose them!"

"Qber, is there anything in my probation stopping me from protecting my sister?"

"Nothing at all Yang." The ball said going completely black except for having two red eyes.

Roman wasn't sure what made him more nervous, the ball? The way the older girl smirked and giggled while her tattoo burn gold? Or how the old man went running from his store? "Well, shit ..."