Okay, so I got another Screaming Eagle chapter written. Now some people who reviewed gave their two cents for the story. And some details I already had planned out before they mentioned it, so this is no big change. Other things however I did take into consideration. For example, I know the first chapter was rushed, but thats because I really wanted to get that thing out of the way so I could actually get to writing the good stuff. Second, the length, now I do usually try to make my chapters above 2000 words at the least. I didn't do that last chapter. This time I did.
But its been getting harder and harder for me to write longer chapters due to the fact that over the last three months I was in OSUT, I kind of lost my writing ability because I wasn't using it. So here I am working on getting it back.
Now as far as History and Band of brothers go, I will be taking some liberties, so bear with me, I'm a history buff and some of the liberties I take with this story are going to bother me.
Anyways sit back and enjoy the read.
Jaune and his platoon were currently outside of their fighting position. They had stopped really quick to resupply and report to the battalion commanding officer. So far, they were sitting down, playing poker and gambling with cigarettes and the chocolate bars that came in their k rations.
"Son of a bitch Arc! How the hell do you get so lucky?!" Private Miles couldn't believe he lost more lucky strikes to Jaune.
"I don't know, didn't use to be this lucky before." Jaune pocketed the extra box of cigs while also taking a chocolate bar from Private Luna.
"Man, you either got the devils luck or an angel is watching over you." Another Soldier grumbled as he gave Jaune his lighter with the 101st airborne symbol on it.
"Why you bet your lighter of all things, I will never know." Jaune was in luck because he lost his lighter at Bastogne.
He lit up a lucky strike and put the chocolate bar in his pocket, he was going to need that for the really stressful times.
"Hey, Cruikstand, what are you going to do when the war is over?" Miles asked as they turned to a large white man.
Private Cruikstand was a scandinavian immigrant who came to the united states a few years before the war and was drafted as soon as Pearl Harbor was attacked. He was 6'5'' and had earning the nickname 'Viking' due to his big stature and the fact that he lost his shaving kit a few weeks ago and was starting to look like the ancient warriors.
"Go home, eat, fuck, sleep, you know the drill."
"Wow, you don't have any sense of censoring your language do you?"
"Fuck that, I'm an American now, free speech for all." He said as he took a swig of whiskey.
"So any idea how long we're going to be here." Jaune asked as he was content with his cigarette.
"I don't know, Major Winters said we're going to be here for awhile." Miles said as Jaune laid back.
Winters was a good man. And he had taught Jaune more about life, war, and death in one month then he learned his whole time at beacon. At that thought Jaune winced. He did miss home, and he was certain that his friends were worried sick. But at the same time, he didn't have a lot of time to think about them when he was off fighting in someone elses war. Granted, he was sure there was a good reason. When he heard about the Germans invading and conquering the rest of Europe, he was certain that his decision to enlist was the right thing. But it didn't change the fact that this wasn't his war. Or at least it wasn't. The truth was that when he first got to basic, he was scared out of his mind, but it was the men beside him who made him feel at home.
The feeling of having all those people going through the same thing as you, he felt a sense of belonging at that feeling. At Beacon, he was constantly overshadowed by the students who had actual training. But at basic, every guy sucked as much as he did. It was refreshing. They had common ground to stand on. Even getting yelled at by the drill sergeants didn't seem so bad. In a way, Jaune felt at home.
Didn't change the fact that he was still scared. When they first made the jump into Normandy, Jaune was so scared he could barely move. But after he was pushed out of the plane, he suddenly found that he couldn't wait to hit the ground. That may have been because of all the anti aircraft fire flying past his head. His platoon mates said he was one 'lucky son of a bitch' because the plane he jumped out of was shot down about five seconds after he jumped, and most of his platoon had been picked off, making him, Miles, Cruikstand, and Luna some of the only survivors. Luckily they met up with Major Winters and his platoon soon afterwards.
Ever since then, Jaune and his friends had just been trying to make it through the war. And so far they were doing okay. Granted, Jaune did get grazed by a bullet back at Bastogne, but it wasn't enough to take him out of the fight. Luckily his aura healed him up. Granted, the medics were confused as hell, especially when they took the bandage off of his neck and saw that it was already healed.
Yeah, Jaune had one hell of a time trying to explain that one. But they gave him a purple heart for it, so obviously they knew he had been injured and he wasn't faking it. And they never brought it up again.
"Hey Arc!" Jaune turned to find something being thrown his way.
"Ugh! Hey what the hell!" Jaune looked at what he had caught.
And then his eyes lit up.
"My BAR!" His baby was back!
"Why the hell you have that much of an attachment to that thing I will never know." Major Winters was chuckling as he saw Sergeant Daly give the bar back to Private Arc.
"But Sarge, you were the guy who assigned me to it." Jaune smiled as the sergeant rolled his eyes.
The truth was due to Jaune's aura, he was a bit stronger and faster than a lot of the guys here, hence why he was assigned to be a machine gunner, but his BAR had been damaged in the last firefight, and they had to send it to the armorers to be repaired, and lord knows that the armory was a blackhole from which there was no escape.
"Just try not to go too crazy with it." The platoon sergeant said as he walked off.
Jaune would admit one thing, he hated killing, but he loved shooting his bar. He loved his M1, but the bar made life worth living. And he hated being seperated from it. Granted it was a little weird, due to his strength, he was allowed to carry hi Bar, M1, sidearm, as well as extra ammo, and of course the grenades.
It looked like he was a one man army. But in reality, he was only as good as the man next to him.
"So what happens now Major?" Jaune asked as Major Winters walked over.
"Well, one of our scouts came back, said he found something strange, I don't know what he saw, but he looks like he's seen a ghost, so the company is moving to his location." In truth, Winters had no idea what was going on.
But whatever that private saw, it was enough to make him look physically sick.
"Roger that Major, we'll get ready to move out." Jaune said as he put his helmet on.
"What do you think they found?" Miles asked as he got his m1 ready.
"I don't know, this place has been pretty peaceful so far, whatever they found, it can't be too bad." Jaune was certain of that.
After fighting hordes of Nazis, getting shot at, what could possibly be worse than that?
Remnant
"Still no sign of him." Ruby was poking her food as Weiss was reviewing over multiple notebooks on every single type of dust there was.
Her guilt over this whole situation was eating away at her. While her team was making sure she did sleep and eat, Weiss was still trying hard to find a way to find Jaune. Going so far as to check out EVERY single recorded textbook on dust and its properties. She was trying to find out what kind of dust that was and if there was any possible way to recreate the accident that sent Jaune away. They were certain he was still alive, again they found no trace of his body, and according to the school registery his Aura was at a hundred percent. However there was some sort of strange occurrence one night.
Occassionally Jaune's aura meter would change, almost as if he was in a fight. It would go down from green to yellow, sometimes to orange. But it would soon return back to normal. As if nothing was happening a few moments before. Goodwitch was sure that it was just a random glitch in the system, but Weiss and Pyrrha felt differently.
Weiss because she was scared that she may have put Jaune in a dangerous situation.
And Pyrrha because she was obviously worried for her crush, for the first time in a long time, she wasn't there to help her partner, and she was worried sick. What if he was off fighting Grimm by himself? And what if he needed her help?
And that was another thing that changed. Due to Ruby asking Ozpin for help, the search for Jaune had expanded from just Beacon and the surrounding area to all of Remnant as a whole. While that may have seemed ridiculous, the scouting parties were small and not enough to draw attention, and this was done off the record, after all, if word was to get out that a student was 'blown up' it would not turn out well for Beacon.
The only people who knew were the students and staff members of Beacon, and the various people who Ozpin had recruited to help in the search. But still nothing had turned up. Even worse, the Vytal festival was tomorrow, and Jaune still hadn't been located, which forced Ozpin to pull a few strings for Team JNPR.
"I can't believe we'll have to fight without Jauney if they don't find him soon." Nora was honestly feeling depressed.
She loved Jaune like a brother, and the fact that they couldn't find any trace of him was eating away at her. And while Ren seemed calm on the outside, he was just as worried as anyone else was for their leader and friend. They had all grown close in the last few months at Beacon, turned out they all shared a few interests, granted each of them also had interests that the others couldn't understand, but they were friends all the same.
Nora would never understand how Jaune preferred jam on his pancakes versus maple syrup. That was just weird to her. She had never heard of anyone putting jam on their pancakes before and she refusedto try it. Why put jam on them when you could have syrup?
Ren as it turned out enjoyed comic books as much as Jaune, he just wasn't as vocal about it as Jaune. So in their free time when Nora and Pyrrha were discussing 'girly' things, which mostly came down to both of them talking about 'oblivious' their crushes were, Ren and Jaune would talk about comic books and various other forms of superhero media. And they ended up enjoying each other's company as friends.
Granted, Ren was more into Manga while Jaune was more into Atlesian comics, but both still enjoyed discussing the differences. Oh but don't get them started on the Goku vs Superman argument. That argument always turned savage because Jaune was a bigger fan of superman while Ren went for Goku, and more than once Pyrrha and Nora had come back to the two arguing like children over which character was better and who would win in a fight.
Needless to say, Nora and Pyrrha would have to find another place to sleep because those two would argue about that ALL NIGHT. And it drove them crazy. But overall, the four were happy that they ended up on a team together. And they couldn't picture it any other way.
Meanwhile, Team RWBY was also dealing with the disappearance of their friend in their own way. Ruby had been stress eating a lot of cookies due to the fact that her first friend at beacon had most likely been blown off the face of the earth. Or maybe that was just her imagination taking things a little too far, but the point was that as soon as she heard he was missing, she joined Pyrrha in searching all over for him. Yang while not being as close to Jaune as Ruby was still looking for him for one reason. Ruby was sad that he was gone, and Yang HATED seeing her baby sister sad. So she made it her mission to find Vomit boy and help bring him back immediately so he could give Ruby the hug she needed.
That and Jaune still owed her five lien from a bet they made.
Blake while again not being as close to Jaune as her team mate did admit that she missed having him around for his antics and surprisingly his open mindedness towards the faunus. He never once showed bigotry and in fact she later learned one of his sisters was actually a faunus, adopted into the family of course, but she found that amazing that a human family would adopt a faunus child. So she did enjoy a conversation with Jaune eveyr now and then.
Weiss…..yeah no explanation needed, she never really liked him, but as she later found out, even though she hated his annoying attempts at flirting, in a way she kind of missed it, and the fact that she could have sent him away forever scared her. Hence why she was doing so much to try and bring him back. Granted she really didn't WANT the flirting attempts to come back, but if it meant she could bring him back to erase the guilt she was feeling, she would take it.
"So…if Jaune isn't back by tomorrow, we'll have to fight in a three man team." Pyrrha hated the idea.
She knew the only reason that the people in charge of the tournament was letting Oz do this was because she was Pyrrha Nikos. The invincible girl, and she hated that once again her fame was putting her in a position she hated.
She was hoping people would focus on her team as a whole, and how much they had improved, instead the people of Vale were seeing this as the mighty Pyrrha carrying two other people through the tournament. Her teammates were strong in their own right, she wasn't carrying any weight!
She took a quick breath in and out. She knew she was only really getting frustrated because of how much she missed Jaune….
She really wanted to se him again…
With Jaune
"What…..the….hell?" Jaune walked up to the fence with razor wire over the top.
"What is this?" Miles asked.
What the hell did they just stumble across?
