Hi, fellow fanfiction people! This is a new story from me! Whoopee! I am planning on uploading these chapters on weekends because... well... school takes up basically all my time on weekdays and... well... you guys get it. Anyway, so, let me explain what on earth this story is about.
So... this is an alternate universe (is the shortened version of that AU? I'm not sure...) about the army! Yay? Anyway, Weiss is the Major's daughter, expected to have an arranged marriage and focus all her energy on expanding the company and making constructive choices to make everything nice! (Unfortunately that probably won't happen but bear with... I might have things planned.)
Yang and Blake are fighters, also, I am not confirming yet what pairings I am using in this, I definitely know, but, before you sigh and go off thinking this is a bumblebee story, just wait and find out. You may be surprised.
What I will confirm is that I am using pairings that I really like but haven't used in any other stories that I have written. Right. The rest of the characters I'll leave you to find out. And some will be found in the next few chapters anyway so... Get reading!
A call to arms introduction
Chapter one
Weiss POV.
People who claim that being in the army is easy are foolish. We fight, protect, and put our lives on the line for countries. People who are in the army know better. Many say that those of us in the army are just asking for trouble, wanting danger however they are not aware of major factors that get people down here in the mud and violence of the trenches. The major factor for me was that I was forced into it. No choice. No way out. My father, a major: major Schnee to be precise, had told me and my sister Winter quite firmly that we were not to choose any career path other than what he had found success in.
To me it seemed entirely cruel to force your children into a war zone where they could easily be killed, or shot, or worse- tortured, yet my father wouldn't care anyway. He was that type. Straight face, army trained, and not willing for any mistakes. One wrong step, one wrong move and you were out. Sent to a different camp to fight on the front lines. Being the daughter of a major I would also ruin my father's legacy and reputation if I refused to fight.
So, not only was I forced and threatened by my father, it was also the pushiness of other high profile army men and women who pushed me into the harsh weather and cold nights of the trenches. It was also here where many friendships formed into new things and many enemies formed into much darker and deeper problems.
Ruby POV.
Darkness circled around me in my damp workshop and I leaned backwards in my leather chair admiring, for the first chance I'd had today, my exceptional work. The weapons I created down here were much unappreciated by the generals I worked for, but I tell you, having one of these well made guns, snipers, rifles and shot guns gives you a whole new world of confidence and freedom. To think that tomorrow many people would save countries and those in desperation with my creations couldn't keep a smile of my face.
The best part was that my sister, fighting on the front lines, would come in tomorrow with the other hard working soldiers and pick up one of these shiny and new weapons to use them and care for them.
Some people took their weapons back with personal requests for adaptions and I did it gladly, knowing that my place in this army base was just as important as any other. Others would come back for weekly cleans or just general fixes. All of these comments were taken on board and each day the weapons were improving.
Silhouettes appeared in the doorway just as I got up to pack away for the night and I saluted immediately as Major Schnee and his daughter entered.
"Soldier." He greeted.
"Yes sir!"
"I need a favour from you."
"No problem sir!"
"I need seventy five canons made for the towers we are building on the perimeters of our quadrant. Is that ok soldier?"
"Yes sir, when is my dead line?"
"Three days soldier, if you need any extra time I will enforce our three strike policy and subtract one of your strikes."
"I understand sir! I will be sure to get to work right away!"
"Very good sir!"
As they left my eyes caught the gaze of his daughter but she looked away immediately. I always wondered what she was thinking because from her cold stare and poker face it was almost impossible to read.
Yang POV
Russia was unpredictable in climate and weather. Most of the time it was snowy but this year, this season it was rainy as hell and that made it bad weather to be running and shooting in the trenches. My combat gear was muddy above the camo pattern and layers of dried up crudge cracked and crumbled as I walked only walked, only to be soaked again by more turrents of rain.
I shook off the negativity and headed down to my sisters workshop. When I reached the fourth misty and musty corridor and finally saw the dim light shining out from the room she tinkered away in I was feeling even more exhausted. Tinny sounds of metal were the only sound at this time of night, not even the guns were firing. My shift was over for six hours and I breathed a sigh of relief to be able to see my sister again.
Finally I was at the doorway.
"Hi sis!"
"Hey Yang!" She said cheerily, barely even looking up from her work.
I pulled out a chair and flopped down on it lazily.
"So little rubes, whatcha making this time eh?"
"Seventy five canons! Y'know... for the new towers being built. The major wants all these canons to be ready in three days so as soon as the towers are up we will have some protection inside of them, helping both the war and our protection of the base and all the soldiers!"
"You sound pretty excited." Said a voice from the doorway. I turned and Ruby looked up.
"I am! I can't wait!" Ruby exclaimed.
"Do you not think of the people who will die because of the canons? And because of the bullets you make?"
"Yeah, but we're fighting to protect our cause and if you are here... well, what can you do?" I said to the dark haired girl.
"I love inventing things, so I love my job. I prefer not to think too hard about the killing because I have enough to worry about." Ruby said sincerely.
"That's a good way to think about it." The girl smiled, seemingly impressed by Ruby's honesty.
I ruffled Ruby's hair affectionately and she moved away, mocking discomfort.
"I didn't catch your name?" The girl asked while handing over a particularly rusty and tattered gun.
"My name's Ruby! Yours?"
"Blake." She smiled. "Can you fix this?"
Ruby paused, I could practically see the cogs spinning within her head. Process of elimination systematically crossing off how she could fit this new gun into her busy schedule.
"Okaayy... here's a compromise, for the time being at least... I will give you a spare gun of the same type for a few days while I deal with..." she motioned around her. "Seventy five canons, if you like the new gun tell me. If not, come back in three days and I should have fixed this one up by then!"
"Sure! Sounds great." Blake said cheerily. "Alright. I'm off to bed, see you guys in a few days."
Ruby stared after the new girl, almost in awe.
I grinned. "What's so interesting? Her butt?"
She punched me in the arm. "Stop Yang!"
"Sorry!" I mumbled. "You coming to the party tonight?"
Silence for a few moments. "Well, I have only made twenty of these so far, if I do twenty more in an hour and a half I'll be on schedule and come a bit later."
"Alrighty! See ya in a bit then."
"Kk!"
And with that I walked off beaming knowing that my sister was an admirer of a certain someone.
Blake POV.
Day 23
Today I met a girl...
Sun had told me in the early hours this morning about a workshop on the left side of camp because he saw me struggling with my tattered old shot gun and I was glad. The girl Ruby, intelligent, I mist say, was very helpful and kind. Much unlike Major Schnee who despised people like me. Apparently it was not an uncommon fact that anyone who fought in the war for an emotional attachment or whatever was considered weak and too emotionally driven.
Well, stuff him. It's none of his business why I joined the army and it shouldn't matter. I am another pawn for him to order around, another pawn labelled with a mere number and no identity so that when that pawn becomes defunked no one will have any connection to it's demise.
My hatred for him was unfaltering and I didn't hesitate to say so. I came here to fight the enemy, not the people on the side of the war that I am on.
Anyway, it's lights out and my candle is almost melted out so I better stop writing. I don't want to get into any deeper shit than I'm already in.
Jesus, if this is only day twenty three then what will the future bring?
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