AN: Hello! I just want to apologize if it seems like this chapter took a little bit of time to get done. Life has been... well let's just say that it's been a real roller coaster as of recent. This was originally supposed to be around twice as long but I kinda lost the spark. As always, please leave a review. I am always looking to improve upon my writing skills.
Disclaimer: I do not claim to own RWBY or Halo. RWBY is owned by Rooster Teeth while Halo is owned by 343i.
Edit (7/26/2017): Yeah... so the Cartoon part was kind of bad... So I re-wrote it. Hopefully it's better
June 7th. 2548
New Greece; Outskirts of Athens
"Hey, David," Zacarias called to his older brother. "Where did you put the 3/4s socket?"
David looked up from the small engine he was working on and gestured towards the black tool chest in the corner. "Top drawer, first row."
"Thanks," Zacarias said as he wandered over to the chest. On his way over, he tripped over a metal rod protruding from underneath a workbench. "Son of a biscuit!"
David burst out laughing as he walked over to his brother. He extended his hand and helped him up. "You know you're old enough to curse, right?"
Zacarias just shrugged. "You know me, I don't like to curse." He looked down at his pants and noticed a large rip in the leg. "Oh come on!"
"You know," David said. "You could just wear shorts. It is 90°F outside."
Zacarias just waved his hand and turned back to the tool chest. "Hey, did you hear what happened to Olympus?"
David shook his head. "The Fortress World just outside our system?"
"Yeah, the Covenant attacked it recently," Zacarias explained. "They were able to hold 'em off, but only because a Remembrance-Class Frigate, The… uh… The Bishop's Intuition I think it was, rammed straight into the command ship as its reactors were going critical. Set off a chain reaction."
"Huh," was all David said. "Hey, could you turn on the TV?"
Zacarias grabbed the 3/4s socket. "Yeah, hang on." He walked over to the small television and picked up the remote. He flipped it on and he dropped the remote.
"You okay?" asked David as he walked towards him. He looked at the screen and he stopped as well.
On screen was a woman with shoulder length brown hair, giving a news report. The caption read:
"This is not a drill. Covenant have been spotted approaching from behind Zeus' orbit"
David leaned down and picked up the remote. He turned up the volume. The voice of the reporter was panicked and shaky.
"This just in," she began. "The Covenant have been spotted approaching from behind our moon, Zeus." She gulped and continued to read over the paper handed to her. "Th-there are at least… seven cruisers, a single a-assault carrier, and three destroyers…" She looked up to the camera. "Our reports show that our single ODP will not be able to withstand this many enemy ships… all civilians should-" She was handed another piece of paper. "The ODP has been destroyed! Every civilian should immediately proceed to their designated evacuation ships!" She detached the microphone from her shirt and sprinted out of the camera's view.
Zacarias looked to his brother and saw the same expression he had plastered onto his face, shock and horror. Their parents thought that they would be able to escape the war on a colony behind a Fortress World, raise a family without worry. "David, we need to get Kelly."
Their sister was currently out with her friends, most likely completely unaware to what was happening.
"Yeah…" David replied. "Yeah, I'll try to call her. You hea-" He was interrupted by multiple shouts from outside. He grabbed Zacarias by his arm and dragged him to the back of the garage. In a small, hidden box, he took a custom M6G and four clips. He also produced a standard issue variant, which he handed to Zacarias. "Remember how to use that?"
"Yeah," Zacarias shakily replied as he checked the clip. It was full.
David grabbed Zacarias by the arm again and dragged him towards the slightly rusted door and into the open air.
To their left, just down the street, the planets militia were currently setting up defences. Multiple 'acquisitioned' Scorpion Tanks were rolling past, followed by multiple Warthogs. In the back of the convoy were customized troop carriers, known as Gallies. One could see multiple armed men known as Hoplites. They were taken from the best of the planet's militia, given stolen Jackal shields and MA5Bs, and trained to fight in the harshest conditions. Even though it was technically illegal to use Covenant technology, the Governor of New Greece had his ways. The Hoplites were originally known as Spartans but…
David and Zacarias headed in the opposite direction of the fortifications when they heard a loud whizzing noise. Overhead, multiple Covenant Seraphs had begun a bombing run.
December 13th, 2551;
Location: Remnant, Beacon Academy
Zacarias shot up in a cold sweat, trembling. He looked around and didn't recognize the room. There were multiple weapons leaning against a wall close-by, a pile of dog tags on a table, and an unfamiliar broken moon could be seen outside the window. Then something clicked in his head.
Right, Remnant.
There was a ringing noise coming from another table and Zacarias jumped out of his bed. The screen on his scroll said: Ozpin. He pressed a button and a familiar voice filtered through.
"Mr. Brown," Ozpin began. His voice sounded a little shaky. "I'm sorry to have awoken you."
"No, I was already awake," Zacarias replied.
If something's got a man like Ozpin shaken up, it must be important.
"Good, well I'm sorry to have to do this to you," Ozpin explained. "But your mission has been moved up."
Zacarias immediately headed over to the crate in the corner and opened it up. "To when?" He proceeded to take multiple pieces of his BDU. It wasn't in the best condition, with multiple burn marks from glancing plasma shots and the occasional pocket mark from a needle or spike.
"Now," Ozpin replied.
"Alright, give me five minutes to get ready," Zacarias said. He place his armored boots on and strapped them into place.
"Please hurry to the landing pad," Ozpin said before hanging.
Five minutes later, Zacarias was strapped into his BDU with his M90 in hand and M6G on his hip. He'd chosen the shotgun because the powerful weapon could take down pretty much anything, even if it was far away.
In the distance he saw three figures standing in front of a vehicle similar to that of an Osprey, a vehicle used by many nations of old Earth. But, instead of having two propellers on the side of a body, it had two thrusters similar to a Pelican.
The first figure was a tall, skinny man standing around 6'5", maybe 6'6". He had thick rimmed black glasses and spiky, dark-green hair. He was wearing a white collared shirt, black dress pants, and a long, yellow tie. In his hands was a thermos.
The second man was a stark contrast to the first. He was short and portly, man with graying hair and a handlebar mustache. He wore a burgundy coat with golden buttons. In his hands was an axe… gun.
The third figure was a tall woman wearing a black, purple, and green… whatever that was. Zacarias had no idea, he wasn't a tailor. He was a soldier. In her hands was a… riding crop.
Seriously? What the fuck is with these people's weapons? And their outfits? It's like they've never been in a firefight.
"Ah ha! It would seem that the final member of our little expedition is here!" exclaimed the short man as he walked towards Zacarias. He stretched his hand out for shaking, which Zacarias took. "My name is Peter Port."
"Zacarias Brown," Zacarias replied. There was a blur out of the corner of his eyes and pain shot through the back of his head. "Ow!"
"So it is true," said the tall man as he dashed into Zacarias' view at what seemed like impossible speeds. "Ozpin told us you didn't have Aura, but none of us actually believed it."
The man then proceeded to pace rapidly. Well, it wasn't really pacing, more like jogging, though he didn't make motions like he was in fact running. Just walking back in forth. "This is quite interesting indeed! A man without Aura, this changes everything. Our very concepts of basic life!" The man rushed up to Zacarias' face, pushing Port out of the way. "Tell me, does anybody from where you're from have Aura?"
"Okay, first off personal space," Zacarias said, pushing the tall man back. "Second off, who are you?"
"Ah, yes, I forgot to introduce myself! How silly of me!" The man took Zacarias' hand and shook it vigorously. "Doctor Bartholomew Oobleck."
"Okay, thirdly, what the hell are you drinking?" asked Zacarias gesturing towards his thermos.
"Decaffeinated coffee," came Oobleck's response before taking a swig. Zacarias' only response was a deadpanned expression.
"Gentlemen," the woman said. "I believe we'll have time for introductions later. Right now, we have a mission."
"Sorry ma'am," Zacarias replied. "I didn't happen to hear your name."
"Glynda Goodwitch," she replied before gesturing towards the vehicle. "We must leave now if we are to arrive on time."
"Of course! Come on Bart, there is a Huntsman to rescue!" Port said as he ran towards the vehicle. Oobleck followed lead.
Glynda turned to follow but was stopped by Zacarias. "What is the mission ma'am?"
"An agent of Ozpin, known as Phlox, was sent out to retrieve an important item. Sadly, we lost contact with him recently," Glynda explained. "We're being tasked to recover him, if at all possible, as well as the artifact."
Zacarias nodded and headed towards the vehicle.
Ten minutes. Ten. Minutes. That is how long Port has been talking about one of his many accomplishments in his youth.
Though it was certainly an interesting tale, it was often exaggerated. And it just kept going. And going. And going. A few minutes ago, he'd reached the climax. But, alas, there was nothing else to do, so Zacarias just listened.
"And then I picked the Boarbatusk up with my bare hands, while it was still alive no less, and slammed it over my knee. The bone plating snapped and the creature died. The creature dissipated, as any Grimm does. Though one of its tusks was left, which I proudly claimed as a trophy. When I returned home, I was hailed as a hero. There was even a feast, with some of the best food I have ever tasted," Port, finally, finished.
Zacarias turned from the man and looked out the side door. They had just passed over a large red forest, dubbed the Forever Fall Forest, and were now approaching upon an open plain. In the distance, one could see large, gray trees reaching into the sky. Their leaves were a deep purple, almost black.
"So, do you have any stories?" asked Port, gesturing towards Zacarias. "I'm sure there are some epic tales to be told from out there." As he said 'out there', he gestured towards the night sky.
"No, no epic tales to be told here," Zacarias said.
"What is it like out there, if you don't mind me asking," Oobleck inquired. "The people of Remnant have been trying to reach there for a very long time."
Zacarias released a sigh.
Do I tell them about the Covenant? They seem to have enough to deal with and I doubt the Covies will find them if they can't even get a satellite into orbit. Ozpin already knows, what's the point of spreading more panic?
"It's… well it's what you'd expect of an ever expanding void. An eternal blackness that no one can hear you in, even if you yell your loudest," Zacarias said. "Though… there is a certain beauty to it. The stars, the planets… the weird shit you find. Like this one time, we came across an entire planet that had almost an entire half missing."
"What could have caused something like that?" asked Glynda.
"Well, when we landed, there were thousands of ancient skeletons, weird shaped ones," Zacarias explained. "We accessed one of the computers and our AI ran a translation software. Turns out the aliens believed that they were trapped inside of a story and that mass suicide would break them free. They blew up half their planet. Would you believe it? A story!"
"That is very fascinating indeed," Oobleck said, who had taken a notebook, seemingly out of thin air, and was writing everything down. "Tell me, what did the skeletons look like?"
"Well, it was a while ago… but I think they ha-" Zacarias began, only to be cut off by the intercom.
"ETA 1 minute until we reach the edge of the forest. I can't go any further," the pilot said.
"I suppose that's our cue," Port said, reaching for his blunderbuss/axe hybrid.
As soon as they exited the Bullhead, it took off, leaving the team to their own devices. Glynda took point, her riding crop held in one hand, followed by Oobleck, Port, and Zacarias covering the rear.
The forest itself, which had been dubbed The Dire Woods, was deathly silent. No birds chirping, no bugs buzzing around. There was only the occasional howl in the distance or shaking bush. The tall trees grew to such heights that one had to crane their neck to nearly see the top.
"No Grimm yet," Port muttered to himself, his blunderbuss against his shoulder. "Keep you eyes wide, we wouldn't want one sneaking up on us."
The group continued forward, heading towards the center. There was a noise from behind the group and Zacarias stopped. He turned with his M90 raised. He looked around and saw nothing. He cursed himself for being so jumpy. When he turned to head back towards the group, something large and black descended onto him from the treetops.
He fell onto his back, his M90 braced between himself and the large beast. The beast itself had wolfish features with a large bone mask covering its head. Red lines ran down from each glowing, orange eye. Its breath smelled like decaying flesh.
"Zacarias!" exclaimed Oobleck. With a loud POP, a fireball slammed into the creature's side, sending it flying through the air. The three professors rallied around the fallen soldier, Port helping him up.
"What the hell was that?" Zacarias asked while he placed his M90 into his shoulder. The group formed into a circle, aiming weapons in all directions.
"Beowolf," Glynda replied, raising her riding crop. Sparks began to emanate off of it. "A more basic form of Grimm."
More black creatures appeared, some with varying shapes. There were at least three that looked like bears, one noticeably larger than the rest. Four boar ones, which Zacarias assumed were Boarbatusks from Port's story. And there were at least twelve more of the Beowolf things.
"It would seem," Port said, a grin forming on his features.. "That our hunt has finally begun."
And with that, the horde charged forward.
Ironwood was currently looking out the large window at the back of Ozpin's office. He always admired a good view. It was still dark out, though the moon was beginning to fall. He sighed to himself and turned to see his old friend staring at him from the elevator. He walked towards him. "Are you sure it was a good idea to send him on such an important task?"
Ozpin merely waved his hand in response. "James, if I didn't believe he could handle himself, would I have done it?"
"Yes I know bu-" Ironwood began, only to be cut of by Ozpin.
"James, from the footage you recovered from his helmet, I'm certain that he can take care of a few Grimm," Ozpin said. "Not to mention he has several experienced Huntsmen with him."
Again, Ironwood sighed. "I know. It's just… I don't know." He smirked. "They're probably fine."
Zacarias fired into the charging beasts. 15 .38 caliber pellets from the Soullkraft 8 Gauge Shell were fired into the advancing horde. Due to its large spread, it hit two Beowolves in their face plates, causing them to stumble. Black liquid poured out of their wounds. One more barrage forced them onto the ground.
Port fired his blunderbuss as well, aiming towards one if the large bears. The beast tanked the hit and charged towards the man. The man, seeing a challenge, headed straight towards it with his axe held high over his head. "Have at thee!"
Oobleck was currently shooting flames from his thermos, catching some nearby trees ablaze as well as the hides of Grimm. Two Boarbatusks curled into balls and rolled towards him at incredible and he was forced to dodge to the side. Unfortunately, the two boars struck Glynda in the back.
She was sent flying a few feet away from the group. A few Beowolves approached her, snarling at the prone figure. As one raised its claw to strike, Glynda's crop shot up. The Beowolf was thrown into the air at unimaginable speeds. The other two wolves started to charge forward, but immediately suffered the same fate as their comrade. When Glynda turned back to the group, there was a fire in her eyes. A fire that made some of the older Grimm around her cower in fear, because they knew that they were about to die.
Port had somehow managed to defeat the large bear on his own. He was currently retrieve his axe when a Beowolf tackled him to the ground. Unarmed, Port literally began to strangle the thing. "Ah ha!"
Seeing Port in trouble, Zacarias ran up and place his M90 right against the thing's side. He pumped it and fired once. Immediately the thing was blown off of Port.
The moustached man jumped to his feet and patted Zacarias on the back. "Thank you m'boy. "Now." He walked back to the now disappearing bear and removed his axe. "Who's next?"
Oobleck was currently dealing with the four boars, each one constantly speeding towards him. After dodging for about the twentieth time in a row, he had an idea. He readied himself into a batter's position. As one of the boars rolled towards him, he swung. His thermos connected and sent the thing flying. Port saw this and called out, "Home run!"
Glynda was currently levitating six Beowolves, the anger still burning in her eyes. With a flick of the wrist, she used Electricity Dust and sent a major shock through the group. They all fell to the ground, smoke rising from their bodies.
The group had managed to take out most of the horde with only one beast remaining. A large bear with multiple bone spikes protruding from its back. There was also more bone armor over its body.
"An Ursa Major," Port commented.
"A very old one at that," Oobleck added.
"And that means…?" Zacarias asked.
"It is more intelligent, more experienced, and much more difficult to kill," Glynda explained.
The group all levelled their weapons towards the beast defiantly. The Ursa looked towards them, its head tilted towards the side. It huffed once and turned. It walked off back the way it came.
"Well then," Port said, somewhat surprised.
"I've only ever seen that happen once before," Glynda said. "And that was with a Goliath."
"Should… we go after it?" asked Zacarias, eying the thing suspiciously.
"No, we have more important matters to attend to right now," Glynda said as she turned around. She pulled out her Scroll and activated her compass function. "Come, this way."
The group continued their trek through the woods until they happened upon a large clearing.
On the outer reaches of the clearing were what seemed to be the remnants of a stone wall. Inside the shattered defences, burned out buildings were grouped together. Much of the structures were consumed by time, though some still stood. A testament to sturdiness. At the center of the buildings was a stone structure with two doors. It looked similar to a tomb entrance seen in a graveyard.
Zacarias peeked into one of the burned out structures. He walked through the wreckage, passing through what used to be doorframes. He walked into a small room with what looked to be the remains of a bed. Huddled in the corner were three skeletons, arms wrapped around each other. Two were adults while the third was of a small child. He closed his eyes and walked back to the group. They were standing in front of the stone structure. "What happened here?"
"The legend goes like this," Port began with a sigh. "A long, long time ago, a village once stood guardian over this entrance." He gestured at the stone structure. "Its name has been lost to the ages, but if history is to be believed, the people were hardy and resilient. They would fight for their causes and support each other in times of need. Sadly, that all changed when a large band of raiders invaded. Though the villagers were all trained to fight, lest the Grimm take interest, they were no match for the near endless hordes of bandits that came. Looting, pillaging, burning, slaughter…" He paused for a second, looked down, and let out another sigh. When he looked back up, his eyes were no longer hidden beneath his brow. Sadness was as clear as day in them. "It is said that none survived. But their spirits did. Is is said that their screams can still be heard emanating from inside. And if one seeks to enter, then they are fated to join them."
The group sat in silence until Glynda broke it.
"And with a legend like that," Glynda began.
"Who wouldn't want to hide something in there," Zacarias finished.
"Precisely," Oobleck said. "Now, we must hurry. We have no idea what state Mr. Phlox is currently in." Oobleck rushed over to the entrance and pulled open the doors. After a few seconds, there was a large rush of wind that nearly knocked him over. "Well then. I believe we have a fellow Huntsman to save."
Ozpin poured himself and Ironwood some hot chocolate. The former proceeded to produce a flask from his jacket and poured its contents into the drink. He offered some to Ozpin, who respectfully declined.
There was a soft pinging noise from his computer. A message had popped up. After quickly reading it over, he turned to his friend. "It would seem that they've entered the temple."
Ironwood took a sip and nodded. "Good, good… are you certain we can trust him?"
"James, you off all people should know that I've made many mistakes," Ozpin began. "I've seen kingdoms fall, people die, and the moon shatter… but I believe that this was not one of them."
"I know, I know," Ironwood replied. "It's just that this all seems a little too well timed."
"Usually I would agree with you on that," Ozpin said before taking a sip. He looked down into his cup with an eyebrow raised. He set the cup back down. "But I highly doubt that someone would be able to create such an extensive file and story, have such advanced technologies, and have video footage, which we downloaded."
Ironwood sighed. "I guess I'm just being paranoid."
"Well, you did bring the entire Atlesian Fleet with you," Ozpin replied with a smirk. "As well as a large part of your ground forces."
The inside of the stone structure was nothing special… at first. Upon opening the doors, a set of stairs that descended into untold depths was revealed. On the right side of the steps was a sign that read:
"Beware those who dare enter. Only the dead ever return."
"Well, that's fucking fantastic," Zacarias said as the group began to descend the staircase.
Upon reaching the bottom, a large room with intricate carvings covering the walls became visible. Aligning the walls were tall pillars of black stone stretching up into darkness. In the center of the room, there was a large, gray stone table. There were two doorways on the left and right walls.
Oobleck ran towards one of the many scriptures adorning the walls and produced an old notebook. After a few seconds of flipping through pages and looking at the carvings, he shook his head and returned to the group. "I'm afraid I cannot make any sense of these glyphs. They are unlike any I've seen before."
"Don't worry about it Bart," Port said. "But I believe we have a more important choice in front of us." He gestured towards the two doorways.
"Might I suggest that we split into two groups," Glynda said.
"That is an excellent idea!" Oobleck exclaimed. "It will certainly maximize our chances of finding Mr. Phlox."
Seems a little cliché. Zacarias thought to himself. Eh, what could possibly go wrong?
"So, how should we do this?" asked Oobleck.
Zacarias brought his hand to his chin and three imaginary thought bubbles popped up.
The first thought bubble contained a cartoon version of Port and a cartoon version Zacarias walking together down a long, dark hallway. Port had his blunderbuss brought up to his shoulder while Zacarias did the same with his M90.
There was a faint growl in the background and the two spun around, but saw nothing. Cartoon Zacarias let out a little sigh and turned around.
"You know, this reminds me of my childhood when my father and I…" cartoon Port began as he lowered his gun.
Oh no…
"...walked through the large cathedral doors…" cartoon Port continued.
God help me…
"...and then the Ursa grabbed me by the waist and…" cartoon Port continued.
Just drown him out…
"Blah blah blah!" cartoon Port exclaimed as they continued forward.
That just made it worse!
"Blah blah arrow blah blah knee!" he just wouldn't stop.
There was another growling sound emanating from behind the duo. But this time, only cartoon Zacarias responded. Cartoon Port continued to wander forwards with his blunderbuss at his side, droning on and on about something falling as flat as being crushed by an anvil.
"Port?" asked cartoon Zacarias as he looked around. When he turned to face the stout man, he was met by two glowing eyes. He turned around again and was met by two more. And then two more. And then two more.
"Well… sh**..." cartoon Zacarias said, while being censored by cartoon logic.
The beasts lunged.
Regular Zacarias waved his hand at the imaginary cloud and looked at regular Port. He shot Zacarias a reassuring smile. Zacarias just looked scared. But, he turned his attention towards the second cloud.
Not Port… if not for my physical health but for my mental as well.
Cartoon Zacarias and cartoon Oobleck were both walking down the same hallway as cartoon Port and cartoon Zacarias had.
"So, Mr. Brown, what is your culture like?" cartoon Oobleck asked as the duo walked at similar speeds.
"Well… you see…" cartoon Zacarias began only to see cartoon Oobleck speeding up slightly. "Well, it's mostly controlled by…" Again, cartoon Oobleck sped up. "I'm trying to talk here…" Cartoon Oobleck sped up for a third time. Zacarias had to start sprinting to keep up. "HEY!"
Cartoon Oobleck eventually sped down the hallway at such a speed that it could've matched a Warthog. Eventually cartoon Zacarias bent over from exhaustion. "No-now ha-hang on just a minute…" he said panting.
Behind him he heard some growling and slowly stood straight up again. "Uh… Oobleck?" he called down the hallway. He turned around and saw twelve pairs of glowing eyes staring at him He backed up slightly and called, "Oobleck!"
The horde of Grimm jumped on his, dogpiling atop him.
Again, Regular Zacarias waved that cloud away. He looked towards Oobleck who was darting around the room, trying to make sense of the ruins. He focused his attention on the final one.
I don't think I could keep up with him…
The final one contained cartoon Glynda walking with cartoon Zacarias. The two just stared down the hallway in relative silence… nothing weird really happening. There was the occasional Grimm, but that was taken care of easily.
"So…" cartoon Zacarias began, kind of tired of the silence.
"Hmm?" asked cartoon Glynda.
Regular Zacarias nodded his head and the third cloud disappeared from sight. "I believe it would be best if I went with Miss Goodwitch."
Port looked down sadly. "Oh… okay…" he said rather sadly as if he had been hoping to go with Zacarias. After a few seconds he perked up. "Fine, I'll just have to tell you some of my stories later." He turned towards Oobleck . "Come on Bart! There's a Huntsman to find!" Together, the two walked down the right hallway, consumed by its darkness.
"I guess we're going left," Zacarias said. "After you, ma'am."
And with that, the two descended into the darkness.
AN: Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please leave a review and I'll get back to you next chapter.
Reviews:
*adamsamules:
1.) Glad to see I did at least something right last chapter.
2.) Thank you for talking your time to actually look for errors!
3.) For how normal bullets/plasma work against Aura... well you'll just have to wait and see.
*Tronmaster5704:
1.) Thank you!
*Edrap:
1.) It's fine, we all make mistakes.
2.) *Smiles evilly* Hehe... you'll just have to wait and see.
3.) Okay, so... I originally had a really solid response to this... but I forgot to hit save while writing the reviews (Back to that 'we all make mistakes' thing). So, since the shotgun is able to kill a fully shielded elite, at close range, in one shot I thought that the M90 would be effective against the Grimm. Just the large spread and size/force of the pellets should be enough to kill at least one. As for other guns, I think that the sniper would be effect, considering the fact that it is and anti-material gun. ALSO! In RWBY Vol. 2 Episode 12: Breach (3:03-3:07), Blake is able to kill a boat load of Beowolves with just one shot. ONE SHOT! I mean, if they gave this gun to everybody in the Atlesian military, they could have been able to stop the Fall of Beacon (Probably. Maybe. I have no idea).
4.) Thanks!
*TheSoviets:
1.) But is it... EXTRA THICC?
*dekuton:
1.) He hates taxes too! (In the background: "It's Texas, dumb***)
2.) Thank you! I hope you continue to enjoy it!
3.) Yeah... she is kinda a weaponphile isn't she. But that is useful for making ammo!
4.) Yeah I know right! The technology can be extremely confusing at time! But hey, I guess that's what happens when you're a kingdom all the way in the north with nothing better to do but try to be the strongest.
5.) I hope this was enough. I wanted it to be very long, but as I said I lost my creative spark for this chapter at the end.
*A fan:
1.) Sorry for blindsiding you, I just thought it would be kinda funny.
2.) Okay, okay, okay... now hang on just a gosh darn minute! I just put that reference in as a joke, nothing more. He's dead in this series, I'm not gonna put their characters in this (unless I do a Chibi short story or something... actually... that's not a half bad idea...). Give me my cookies back!
3.) To each their own I guess.
4.) I really don't get wait that is referencing. If you didn't want me to put anymore jokes you could've just asked nicely.
*gerome945:
1.) Thank you!
2.) I'm not sure Ozpin would've approved of locking up the only survivor of some weird event after they just saved not only a fellow headmaster, but the leader of the world's most powerful military. Also, stealing from a man who you have no idea what they could do is not the best plan. Ironwood probably would've wanted to quarantine him/taken his stuff but he doesn't really have any jurisdiction at Vale.
Alright to leave you off this time, I'm gonna ask a question: Who is your favorite Halo character (Yes, they can be ones who died in the past)?
My personal favorites are:
THE Sergeant Major Avery J. Johnson
The one, the only... the Master Chief
And the Killer of Prophets... The Arbiter
