Beta: RareNyte

I still don't know anything except my OC


"Hey, bro," I say to Chris.

He was wearing his M-class power armor, dyed black with red flames and shark teeth on his helmet.

While walking towards me, he asks,"Where is your body armor?"

I twist back around to look at the forest that lay located past the school grounds. I hear some noise and see Chris sitting down.

"Man, I wish Beacon had views like this," said Chris, with his legs dangling off the roof. The sky shining a light orange from the sunset.

I look at Chris, who was removing his upper body armor and helmet.

"Why are you up here shirtless and not getting ready for the mission?" asks Chris, looking out at the horizon.

I let a small laugh out. "I'm scared, man; Not like the nervous scared... but more like we are all going to die scared."

He lets out a long sigh, brings up his hand, places it on my shoulder and squeezes it.

"We will be fine, just like always," says Chris, with a smile on his face.

"You said that right before we lost James." I respond despondently.

"I know you blame yourself for James, but it's not your fault. If you want to blame somebody, blame me. I sent you to that room. If I would have known, James would still be here. So, please, if you want to blame somebody, blame me. I need you for this mission, Jaune."

I let out a sigh. "Alright, give me a few to get into the zone."

He takes his hand off of my shoulder and lays it down next to him.

"Excuse me," says a soft voice from behind us.

We both turn around to see two girls in the the Signal uniform. One smaller and quite visibly younger. She has short, black hair, with a red tint to it and silver eyes. The other one adorning long, blond hair, violet eyes and a rather big bust.

"I'm sorry to interrupt," greets the younger one, in a soft voice. "but Commander Goodwitch wants to talk to both of you." Chris stood up and scanned both of the girls, the blond more than the other one.

"See anything you like?" speaks the blonde, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

"Yang," the younger girl whines, embarrassed.

Chris lets out a small laugh. "I would kill you in a few minutes."

The blonde, now known as Yang, narrows her eyes at him.

I let out a deep sign and stand myself up, grabbing my armor in the process. My armor also black, with yellow lines stretching all over the armor in a tribal fashion. The younger girl's jaw nearly drops when she sees the armor.

"You guys are black ops!" she squeals with excitement in her voice. "That's why you have M-class armor."

Chris and I look at each other before smiling and pull out our advanced 1911 pistols before pointing them at the girls. Both of them freeze and slowly bring their hands into the air.

"Now that both of you know this, we will have to kill you." said Chris, with some sadness in his voice.

The smaller girl grows a scared look on her face, Yang's face changing to one of rage as her hands balled into fists.

"What the FUCK?!" she yells at us.

We both drop our weapons and begin to laugh at the girls, who now bore expressions of shock upon their faces.

"We're just fucking with you!" chortles Chris in between laughs.

The younger one let out a relieved sigh, Yang still gave us a death glare.

"Who jokes like that?!" yells Yang as I slide my armor into place. I looked at Chris who already put his armor on. 'When did he do that?' I think. 'Still holy shit.'

"Majority of black ops. Anyway, where is Goodbitch," answers Chris, sounding bored.

"Its Goodwitch, and she is in the garage with the rest of your team." responds the young girl.

"Thanks. Now please, lead the way."


The walk is quiet. Even the other students don't talk to us; they simply lower their heads and walk past us. Yang insisted that we walk in front of her, just in case we tried to shoot her. The garage was a grey building that had multiple levels and Humvees all over the place, some that were being taken apart, and others that were ready to go in case of an emergency. Cardin and Neptune were sitting on a Humvee as Goodwitch was talking to them.

"So boys," addresses Goodwitch, "do you now understand why I am telling you not to flirt with my students?"

"Boys, I am going to say this once. Don't flirt with my students."

"Ok," Chris and I say at the same time.

"Cardin, Neptune, all ready to go?" asks Chris.

Cardin's armor was a light brown and had "born to kill" on his arms, in black. Neptune's armor was a light blue, with a sea trident on one arm and shark on the other.

"Yeah, and Ren is saying hi to an old friend of his." mentions Neptune in a bored voice.

I turn to see Ren talking to a girl with short orange hair in a Signal uniform.

"Ren, we're leaving," I yell over to him.

His armor was a dark purple, with pink splashes all over it. He turns and starts to walk towards us, the Signal girl in tow.

"So, Ren, who is the girl?" asks Chris.

"This is Nora. She is an old friend of mine." says Ren.

"Yea, me and Renny are tougher," exclaims Nora.

"Tougher?" asks Neptune, with an eyebrow raised.

Nora blushes deeply, and so does Ren.

"Not tougher- tougher, but if he asked, I would say yes..." she explains, with the last part in a hushed tone.

"Ren, I think you need to ask her a question when we get back." remarks Chris with an eyebrow raised.

'Yep he heard what she said, I really do think Ren could use a girlfriend. Then again, we all could.' I muse inwardly.

"Guys, focus! Are all of your weapons loaded and ready to go?" asks Chris in a serious tone.

"Yeah, damn right they're loaded and ready to go. I even got us extra mags if shit hits the fan." answers Cardin as he slides off the Humvee and starts to head towards the passenger side.

"Alright, mount up! Jaune, you're on the turret. The mission is the same, understood?" orders Chris in his serious tone of voice.

"Yes, sir!" we all respond in unison. We all climb into the Humvee as it springs to life. I pull the pin of the 50 cal, loading a round into the chamber. The Humvee roves forward and out of the hangar, as my bad feeling begins to creep back.

'Nobody is going to die, not today, not tomorrow, never again….. I am going to make sure of it.'