"Ozzy, I have to tell you…" Braylon said as he was sitting on a swivel chair (courtesy of Ozpin). He put his feet on the headmaster's table and crossed his arms. He was unaware of Goodwitch's
deadly glare. Ozpin was mostly stoic, as usual. "…you do have a nice room in here. Too much steampunk though."
Ozpin, however, ignored the comment as he saw the four girls standing a few meters behind Braylon. To give an impression of a professional badass, he crossed his hands as a business man would.
"We need to talk about… you."
"You know, Ozzy, your methods of picking teams is quite a weird one. I mean, just look."
He points at the four girls behind him with his thumb.
"Is there some kind of theme you are trying to build? I mean, it seems like you divide students in teams by colors, race and age. A real triumph of Apartheid, I dare say."
Braylon turns around to the girls.
"Now that I mention it, you two said you are sisters, right? How the fuck are you two sisters? You don't have anything in common! I am sure that by now, Mendel is breakdancing in his grave even after so many years."
Ozpin coughed. Meaning that Braylon had to turn towards him again.
"I… or better, we, saw what you did with that…"
"Raum-Kampfjet Mark V?"
"…Yes… Perhaps you could enlighten us on the situation we have now."
Braylon chuckled. "We don't have any situation going on, Ozzy. I don't know where that came from nor do I care."
"You are not hiding anything from us, right?" Ruby asked.
"Nobody asked you anything, Red. So shut up."
"Hey, watch it or-"
"Or what, blondie? Believe me, I would put a bullet through that pretty face of yours before you even manage to blink so don't be a pain in the ass."
Again, Blake had that same feeling from before when he spoke those words. It was frightening. Is it possible that only she could feel that?
"As for you, Ozzy. Listen up. This is your school. Whatever you say it is, is how it is but…"
He slammed his fist on the table. Everyone in the room (except Ozpin, of fucking course) took this as a sign of threat and prepared their weapons… just in case.
"… I don't have to tell you shit. And neither you or this sadomasochist of a teacher or anyone else, will make me speak. You might be the game, but I ain't playing it."
And with that, Braylon got up and went straight for the elevator. Before he disappeared behind the doors, he pointed his middle fingers to everyone else in the room.
"Okay…" Ruby broke the awkward silence. "So… why are we here?"
"The four of you must keep an eye on your… rather peculiar teammate. His total disrespect for any authority and completely unacceptable behavior-"
"Enough, Glynda… Normally, at Beacon we keep the rule of making a team with four students. No more, no less. However, due to our rather unique case you have a fifth member which is Mr. Braylon. I am sure that by know all of you know the meaning behind teams which is, to help each other and work as better as possible not as an individual but as a whole group. This means that you will have to solve all your problems by yourselves but also build strong relationships. Now, as a team of five members, you will have a special room for you to use, bigger and better equipped. So go now and be sure to take some rest because the class will start soon. Dismissed."
After the four girls left, Ozpin and Glynda were alone in the giant room.
"Ugh, that boy will give me a headache and we didn't even started the semester."
"Be patient, everything has its own time and place. However, Mr. Braylon… there is something strange going on with him. When I looked him in the eyes I saw the gaze of someone who has nothing to lose. Someone who went through many difficult situations in his life. I don't know anything about his past but… I guess we will have to dig a little deeper."
"Finally. About time you four showed up."
"Sorry, we just… the headmaster needed us." Ruby said apologetically.
"Whatever. Let's just find our room."
Some time later, the group found the room. It was larger than a "normal" room for "normal" teams. It also had five lockers for the equipment, a larger bathroom and – HOLY SHIT! A BED! A REAL BED! HAS SCIENCE GONE TOO FAR?!
Unlike the girls, Braylon jumped on one of the beds and laughed like a maniac. For him, Christmas came earlier. It was so comfy and… warm. What woke him up from his euphoria was the sound of hands slapping their respective faces.
"…Wait a second…" Braylon quickly got up and rushed to the bathroom only to return few minutes later with a terrified look on his face.
"What is it?" Ruby asked.
"Holy shit, do you know how weird it is to NOT find ammo in the toilet? I think I might pass out."
"You are unbelievable! How much savage can you get?!" Great. The Nazi started her rant.
"Weiss! Remember what Ozpin said?"
Dick mode activated.
"Alright, alright. Calm down. Just tell me how I feel." Braylon started mocking Weiss. Too bad she fell right into his trap.
"You feel sad because you can't have any woman to fall for you so you try to act all cocky to get our attention. You barbaric caveman!"
"By god! That's it! That's exactly how I feel! You know, I might have thought that it could be the fact that you four are useless in a fight or that I have a hyperactive teenage girl for a leader but now that I do know the real reason I feel more happy now! I am, in fact, some kind of woman-chaser! Thanks Hitler!"
Once again, Braylon made a Hitler salute but this time, his PDA played the Nazi anthem for a few seconds. Even if Weiss didn't understand the reference, it was now clear to her that he was mocking her so she stormed out of the room in frustration with Ruby trying to chase her down.
"Why you always must act like an asshole?"
"She started first, blondie. Not my problem if she has issues with others around her. Fucking… did you see even once her face? It is clear that she always has visions of herself speaking to a gargantuan rally of slave workers to incite them to work their ass off even more than before so that she could get even more rich than she is now."
"She can be a brat sometimes, but could you at least try being nice? We are not your enemies, you know."
"Fuck you! You are a bunch of assassins that just wait to murder me while I am sleeping, for all I know! By the way, don't you girls have some stuff to do? Like, decorating and shit?"
"We are not going to hurt you, if that is what are you afraid of."
"Yea, that's what they all say."
"Whatever. I give up. Come on, Blake. Let's start."
Braylon ignored the activities of his teammates. While they filled the room with trivial stuff, he was more going for practical things. The first thing he did was waiting for the girls to turn their backs on him so he could materialize a workbench. He then proceeded to materialize an ammo box (which contained gunpowder and bullet casings), few books on weapons and ammunition, a toolbox, two glass jars (one having a moonstone and one a piece of unrefined Eridium shard) and a Bonsai tree. Everything placed on or near the workbench.
Just in time. Ruby and Weiss returned. It seems that Ruby managed to calm Weiss. Damn, she deserves a cookie. Good thing for Braylon because everyone ignored him which was more than a blessing.
Ruby sense is tingling. Time to bombard the shit out of Braylon.
Fortunately, Yang was there to restrain her psycho sister. Braylon had to restrain himself because if not, he would bitch slap Ruby with the power of a thousand atomic bombs. That girl will meet her death very soon if she continues to ask so many questions.
Ruby shifted her gaze to something else. Not good.
"Whoa…" Ruby came closer to the jar with the glowing shard. She tried to touch it with her tiny hand but it was quickly grabbed by Braylon. The grip was too strong. It hurt.
"Hey! Hands off my sister!"
Ruby yelped once again before her hand was set free. A few seconds more and the bones would have been broken. She looked at Braylon and her heart sank. Something was off.
"None of you will touch that jar. Ever. If you do, you will pay with your life. Am I clear?"
"What's wrong with you? She just wanted to -"
Yang's rant was cut by Braylon's hand around her neck. It happened so quickly that no one in the room expected such reaction. The hand moved Yang closer to Braylon until they were inches away from each other. She could barely breathe and any attempt to remove the hand was futile. Finally, she saw his gaze. His evil, vile, terrible gaze. It was empty of life… just two irises looking deep in her soul. He spoke with an eerie tone.
"Am I clear?"
"Y…yes…"
"Let her go!"
With tremendous force, Braylon tossed Yang at the other side of the room. He turned around. Ruby, as stupid as she was, decided to play the hero part.
"What is so special about that… thing?"
"Answer me! I am your leader!"
"You are nobody's leader. Can't you see what this group is made of? What this so called hunters are made of? It is clear that you people have problems with those things and yet none of you, old or young, care enough to find the root and eradicate it."
He turned around.
"You hunters are a joke. Your weapons, your combat abilities, your training, everything. None of you would survive even a day should a war ever happen."
"Why are you saying such things?"
"Because I have a reason to. Take a look at your weapons, for example. Only fluff and nothing else. What good is a rifle that can turn into a scythe if it does not do what it was meant to do? Or a blade with elemental powers if the wielder uses it like a toy instead of an actual weapon?"
"What's that supposed to mean?!"
"That you hunters are nothing. You are trained to deal with the monsters and yet you suck at it with almost surgical precision. Every piece of your equipment is inefficient. Practicality is thrown in the garbage in exchange for pointless displays of power and design. Even with your magical bullshit, you cannot win a fight that lasts more than fifteen minutes. You want to see a real weapon? Here."
Braylon materialized his Fusillade.
"Catch." He threw his weapon to Ruby. She tried to hold it but it was too heavy and threw her on the floor. Braylon came closer and picked up the gun.
"Heavy, isn't it? That's because this gun was made to be used for its original purpose. It is not stylish, it is not flashy. It is PRACTICAL. Just like every weapon should be."
He dematerialized the gun. At this point, he didn't give a fuck about it. Even if he tried to explain the process, it would be pointless.
"And you know what the worst thing is? That our team leader is a brat. A child who is so inexperienced that it will lead this team to its death. You don't know shit about battlefields, you have no sense of decision-making while in combat. Even your strategies suck. How do you expect your teammates to trust you if you as a leader are a pathetic weakling?"
Fatality. Ruby couldn't take it anymore. She started crying. This turned Braylon to his cheerful self.
"Welp…" He said with a grin on his face. "Time to go to class."
And with that, he went out of the room. The rest of the team tried to calm their leader. It was a truly sad scene.
Time for a story.
You see, on Pandora there is no such thing as "school", meaning that if you want to be a literate piece of shit, you need to have somebody close to you (read: not a psychotic dick) that already knows the deed. That or, well, do it yourself. The reason for this is the fact that, aside burning orphanages, every settlement that has normal people (LOL) is under constant attack from bandits. In short, bandits make things on Pandora harder than one of those games back from 80s and 90s.
Now, Braylon did… a lot of shit. Some of his achievements are not something to be proud of but still, he is a good guy (citation needed). Now, what am I trying to say is, remember even once in your life when you say "at this point nothing even surprises me"? And then something comes that proves you wrong? This happened to Braylon.
In a prestigious academy such as Beacon you would expect some kind of professionalism and seriousness. But tell me, how the fuck can I take a teacher seriously when there is a blunderbuss from 1850s attached to a wall and the teacher itself has a large moustache (which is probably fake as fuck) that covers one third of his face? How can he speak so clearly without that disgusting fern on his face going inside his mouth?
Even Braylon understands me. Just look at him. Zero fucks given, completely chill and with a total disrespect. In other words, just what we needed in this story.
Don't worry about the conversation. The idiot is making a speech on those monsters and how they are a "prey" only to end in one of his stories on how awesome he is. The guy has a golden bust of himself in the classroom. Talking about having an ego the size of a god damn blimp.
The girls were angry at Braylon. They demanded an apology and he just gave them a middle finger. Why would Ozpin put him in their team was way beyond their comprehension.
"…Now, as I was saying… Vale, as well as the other three kingdoms…"
"Is this guy for real? These morons have kingdoms? Do we now start speaking in Latin?"
"…Our planet is absolutely teeming with creatures that would love nothing more than tear you to pieces…"
"You have never been on Pandora, friend."
Wait, did he just hit on Yang? Better placing that finger on the trigger.
"…Individuals who have sworn to protect those who cannot protect themselves…"
"People here sure are altruistic. Guns and altruists do not go together."
"…That is what you are training to become. But first, a story."
"Another one? Fuck this I have more important stuff to do."
Braylon now ignored everyone around him and started toying with his PDA to find something interesting.
Bingo.
A corrupted file. Something that shouldn't be possible for such a device. Something big must have happened when he had a corrupted file. This problem must be solved… possibly away from curious eyes.
"I do, sir!"
Why is Weiss talking all of a sudden? What is going on?
"Well then, let's find out. Step forward and face your opponent."
"This is going to be funny." Braylon chuckled.
"Go Weiss!"
"Fight well!"
"Yea! Represent team RWBY!"
The last one made impact.
"Ruby! I'm trying to focus!"
"Don't fall on your ass, princess!"
"Shut up Braylon!"
"Alright! Let the match… begin!"
Christ, that's it? A mutant boar? This should not be a problem, right? Then why the fuck Weiss is taking so long?! God, this is embarrassing. Now her sword is stuck. This fucking noob!
"Is that all you got?" Braylon taunted.
Deciding to ignore him, Weiss focused on the thing that tried to kill her.
Whoa. That boar can roll into a ball? It reminded Braylon of Spiderants and it gave him a mild nostalgia… nah.
Finally, she killed that stupid thing. Braylon made a sarcastic clap.
"Wow. Such skill. Very good."
"Why don't you go and fight then?!"
"Can I, professor? I would like to show my team what fighting is all about!"
"Really? Well why don't you show us, Mr. Braylon? I believe we have time for another fight. Consider it… an extra-credit job."
"I want five of those thingies, professor! I can take them all out!"
Other students started whispering. Even professor was bewildered by the statement.
"What do you think you are doing?" Yang asked.
"I am pissed off. So I want to blow some steam out of my body."
Braylon got in front and just stood still.
"I don't even need my guns to take them out!" Braylon laughed.
"Don't get cocky Mr. Braylon. Alright, begin!" And with that, the old professor opened five cages.
Unbeknownst to others, Braylon's inner killer machine was activated and bloodthirsty.
(AN: I recommend playing the OST from MadWorld called "Ain't that funny")
The first boar charged at Braylon, only to be grabbed by its tusks with Braylon's bare hands, preventing any further movement. With a heavy hit from his foot, Braylon smashed the head with ease like an egg. Pieces of skull and brain were splattered on the floor as a large pool of blood quickly enveloped the corpse.
The second tried to bite him. Braylon just delivered an uppercut which made the head fall on the other side. He used this moment to grab one of the tiny legs and holding the creature up in the air. He materialized his Holo Sabre and sliced the stomach open, letting the organs fall on the floor. He was sure that he heard someone in the crowd gurgling.
The third was smart. It decided to become a hurl into a ball and go cannonball by launching itself at Braylon. Now that I think of it, it wasn't really smart because Braylon just waited for the creature to come closer. He then made a vertical slash with his Sabre, slicing the boar in two equal parts while it was in midair.
The fourth became a BFF with Braylon's thumbs as they pierced two of the eyes. It soon became BFF with Holo Claw as it pierced through the abdomen and attached itself to the bones. This allowed Braylon to pick it up and smash it on the floor several times before the bones broke and the whole body became a pile of gore.
The last suffered the most brutal death. One of its tusks was cut off and was forced into the mouth of the creature. Braylon wanted the boar to eat its own body part. The poor thing choked to death. It took several minutes.
(AN: Here ends the ass-kicking scene.)
"So what do you think, professor?" Braylon smiled. It wasn't one of those innocent smiles.
While it was true that the battle was impressive (since he never used any of his firearms, only his Sabre and Claw), the good old professor caught something interesting. The brutality of the act was something no huntsman/huntress could do with bare hands. It was clear that no human should have mercy towards those monstrosities but this was on a whole new level. It was almost like the rampage of a beast. God only knows what would happen if those were humans. And the kid never used his semblance and/or aura!
"Interesting demonstration Mr. Braylon. Yes, interesting indeed…"
Before the old man dismissed the class, Braylon glanced at his teammates. He didn't know what happened but he could see fear in their eyes as they looked at him. Something must have really scared them.
AN: Hello pimps and playas! It is me, that crazy scientist who tells stories instead of making WMDs! But who gives a fuck about WMDs when you can be entertaining, right? Today I am going to answer one question: Yes. Our amazing Vault Hunter will be present even in the volume 4 of RWBY (he will still be part of the team). Oh, you want to know how and why? FUCK YOU! Read the story and find out for yourself. And yes, Braylon will make that body count rise even more in the future chapters (and I am not talking about Grimm). Another thing, this is a two part chapter (they will have different names) so here is the first part. The second will be a fight to remember. Will Braylon act friendly or will he have no mercy towards his opponent in the arena? Who knows!
Anyways, thanks for reading my story, you badass sunuvabitch! TOODLES!