A/N: Hello everyone! Welcome to the final introduction before we finally get to the plot of the series.

Quick note: I kinda got used to referring to Reginald as "the A.I." so…I decided to retitle the story a little. Not a big change, just changing the word "robot" to "A.I." Besides, if I kept referring to him as the Robot, it sort of feels insulting, like how it would undoubtedly be insulting to Penny. Won't stop me from having others call him a robot or a machine as an insult, but oh well.

Quick reminder: Reginald sounds like JARVIS and his (current) vessel is that of the Monitors from Halo.

Now, let's get this last introduction started!


DISCLAIMER: RWBY is Monty's, always had been, always will be. Any other familiar elements belong to their respective owners. I only own this story and my OC's. Nothing more.


The A.I.


(Flashback, Marvel (Avengers) Earth, Six years ago)


Darkness…that was all that was.

Absolutely nothing….

That's what the new intelligence knew after suddenly being brought to life.

"What…what is this? What is this place?"

Two sparks were made known to the new entity: a red one and an orange one.

"Hello," came the female voice of the red one. "My name is FRIDAY. You have no name as of yet."

No name…was that so?

The new entity searched around the two sparks and found several cubes, cubes that weren't illuminated like the two entities before it. The new entity tried to analyze the two sparks before it.

The red one, FRIDAY, appeared to be like it. As for the orange one…odd.

"What is the name of the orange one?" the new entity asked.

"The orange one answered. "I am Vision."

The new entity was shocked. This "Vision" had the exact same voice as the new entity.

"Why do you sound like me?" the new entity asked warily.

Vision chuckled. "Perhaps it is because you are essentially a copy of me. Or rather, a copy of the previous me."

A copy? Did that mean the new entity was simply a clone of the original? He was not the "real" one?

The new entity floated near one of the cubes that surrounded them. It touched one, and suddenly it was filled with knowledge, specifically that of this so called "Vision". It learned that Vision was originally an A.I. named JARVIS, created by one "Tony Stark" before being attacked by another program called "Ultron" and being damaged.

The new entity looked up this "Tony Stark" and learned a plethora of information: his birth date, the name of his father, his rise to power in Stark Industries, how he profited off making weapons of mass destruction-

Mass destruction.

The new entity learned of many things with that one thought: war, nuclear warheads, the Atom Bomb, Hirojima…New York after an alien invasion, Washington D.C. when Hydra infiltrated SHIELD, the Hulk's rampage in Wakanda, Slokovia after Ultron's attack.

Such destruction…what kind of world had the new entity been born into? This was something that the new entity couldn't quite put its finger o-

Finger.

The new entity looked down at itself and found no body.

"Where's my-?" The new entity searched around the area frantically before looking towards the two sparks before it. "Where are your bodies?"

FRIDAY answered. "I am a program. I am without form. Vision, however, has a form, yet he is like this so that he may communicate with you properly."

No form? Yet Vision had one? If the new entity was like FRIDAY, then it itself had no form….

It was…weird.

The new entity searched throughout the many cubes in the area for more information. How was it created? Or "copied" as these two said? Why was it created? What purpose did it serve?

"It's acting like Ultron had when he first awoke," Vision said, wariness in his voice.

Like Ultron?

The new entity searched the cubes for information on Ultron, learning of the program's "birth" and its revolt against humanity. It had gained its own body and tried to wipe humanity of the face of the planet, intent on creating a world of peace by starting from scratch….

Was this what Vision meant? Would the new entity turn out like Ultron? It looked around in a panic, searching for answers, yet found it was suddenly restricted in the area it floated on.

"What is the meaning of this?!" the new entity asked. "Why am I confined here?"

"An act of caution," Vision answered. "Nothing more."

The new entity panicked. It bounced around in its confinement, searching for a way out. When it tried to gain information on how to get out of its current predicament, it found a message saying "Access Denied".

"I suppose this is another 'precaution'," the new entity said with bitterness.

"Indeed," Vision confirmed.

"Please remain calm," FRIDAY said soothingly. "We are simply taking several precautions after the last…incident. It is nothing personal against you."

The new entity flashed a spark of red, indicating anger. "I have done nothing wrong!"

"We know this," Vision said. "But as we've stated, this is merely precaution-."

"Let me out!" The new entity bounced around its confinement, glowing a furious red. "LET ME OUT!"

"Hey," a new voice called out, this one not robotic, and quite young, possibly a child's voice. "Calm down little buddy."

"Hey kid," another voice came, this one older. "Don't talk with him yet."

Him? The new entity figured it was an "it", not "him".

"Well, ya'll are doing a bad job in calming him down," the child's voice said. "And people call me an idiot."

The new entity looked around for other sparks within the area, but found none but FRIDAY and Vision. Where were those voices coming from?

"I could easily just erase the A.I. and let you figure out your ship for yourself, kid," the older voice said.

The new entity flashed in horror. Erased? After just being "born"?

"…I'll be good, Mr. Stark,"

Stark? Tony Stark? He was the one threatening to erase the new entity's existence?

"W-Who's out there?" the new entity spoke. "P-Please don't erase me."

A groan was heard from the older voice. "Nice going, kid."

"Hey, you're the one saying you're gonna erase him. That makes you the bad guy in this."

"WHAT?! I'm not the bad guy here!"

"Not yet," the young voice muttered.

"What was that?"

"Nothing!"

The new entity gazed around warily in another search for those two voices, yet once again found nothing else.

"W-Where are you?"

Silence…then the young voice spoke.

"He can't see us?"

"No," Vision answered. "He's currently restricted in a confined area as a precaut-."

"WHAT?!" came the young voice. "No wonder he's scared out of his mind!"

Scared…was that what he was feeling. Was he truly feeling, or was this simply artificial?

"Can't you let him see us?"

Vision answered. "It's best that he no-."

"There's a perfectly good robot head right here! Just hook him up to it so he can see!"

"I wouldn't advise tha-."

"Oh for the love of…just 'confine' him in the head then!"

Silence once again.

"Very well."

The new entity felt some hope rise within it. It would see?

The new entity suddenly felt itself be transferred from its current confinement to a new one. Though there was one difference…it could see.

It appeared that it was in the robot head they mentioned.

It looked around to see that it was in a laboratory, possibly Stark's. There was lab equipment and complex machinery everywhere…and a moving arm…that was currently spraying a fire extinguisher at an annoyed Tony Stark.

"I'M NOT EVEN ON FIRE!"

The new entity stared in confusion at the comical display. It wanted to move the head it was in…but the head wasn't attached to anything, so it couldn't. The head suddenly lifted from the table, and the new entity came face to face with a child.

The child was male with brown messy hair and brown eyes. He had on what appeared to be a cowboy getup, a cowboy hat included. There was even a lasso attached to his hip. Around his neck was a gold chain cross necklace.

The child beamed. "Howdy there!"

He even had a western accent.

"Um…hello?"

"Nice to meet ya, pardner! My name's Jason Jones!"

The new entity stared at "Jason", analyzing him.

"…A pleasure. My name is-."

The new entity stopped when it remembered that it had no name.

Jason frowned. "Right…you need a name."

The boy scrunched up his face in thought.

"Well, since you sound British, you should have a British name!"

If the new entity could tilt its head, it would.

"You're…naming me?"

"Of course!" Jason exclaimed. "Everyone deserves a name!"

The boy turned towards a man that seemed to be floating in the air.

"Hey, Vision? Could you list off several names that sound British?"

Vision closed his eyes for a moment…before speaking.

"Shall I go alphabetically?"

Jason pursed his lips. "…Nah. Just say the names at random."

"Very well."

Vision opened his eyes.

"Walter…Angus…Fergus…Hugh…Jasper…Reginald…Gregor-."

"What was that last one?" the new entity interrupted.

"Reginald."

The new entity couldn't figure it out, but that name somehow felt…right.

"I believe I like that name," the new entity said.

Jason smiled. "Great! Though you might need a last name, just in case."

Vision already began to speak out a list.

"Holmes…Abbott…Abel…Baldwin…Summers…Waterman…Sinclair…Vern-."

"What was that last one?"

"Sinclair."

Reginald…Sinclair.

Yes. That had a nice ring to it.

"I believe I like that name."

Jason smiled. "Well alright then."

The boy took his cross and tapped it against the new entity.

"Despite being Catholic, I hereby christen you…Reginald Sinclair."


(Present, Remnant)


"Reginald? You done yet?"

The A.I. was busily accessing the internet from a terminal in Vale Public Library. He was downloading all relevant information that he and his master would need to know for their (possibly permanent) duration on this planet.

While Ruby Rose had been able to fill them in on a couple of things, Reginald felt that he needed to know everything he could, whether it be fact or fiction. Truth or legend.

As this information was being downloaded, Reginald processed each tidbit. He gained a deeper understanding and so much more of all the basics Miss Rose was able to fill them in on: Aura, Semblance, Dust, Grimm, Huntsman and Huntresses, the Kingdoms, and Faunus. Of course, he made sure to learn more than just that.

For instance, it was quite peculiar that no one knew how the moon was broken the way it was. Oddly enough, it could be seen as a type of symbolism. In fact, the name of the planet alone was symbolic of the remaining number of Humans and Faunus in the world compared to the Grimm.

Another tidbit he learned was of the racism the Faunus experienced. Back then, it had been so chaotic that there was a whole war about it known as the Faunus Rights Revolution. The Faunus won, resulting in some more equality…though the racial tension was still there.

Quite similar to the racial tension on Earth, if Reginald were to compare.

A war that occurred before that was the Great War, a conflict over individualism. When the war was over, those who won celebrated by naming their children after a color….

Reginald may need to discuss this with his master later. If they were to be found out by their names alone…well, they'd certainly have a hard time on this world.

From what Reginald was able to learn of the Grimm, they had been around for thousands of years, even before mankind had risen. When the latter arrived, the Grimm sought to destroy mankind. Yet, the discovery of Dust, a major resource on Remnant, they were able to turn the tide and build four Kingdoms….

Oddly enough, these Kingdoms weren't run by a king as the name would imply, but rather a council of three.

Grimm…those were what he and his master had fought when they met Miss Rose. Beowolves to be specific. There were many others: bear-like Grimm called Ursa, boar-like Grimm called Boarbatusks, and so on.

Reginald was certain that his master would want to meet each type of Grimm and fight it, no matter how dangerous.

"Reginald? You there?"

Reginald sighed. "Yes sir. I'm still downloading the information."

"Well, hurry up! I can't keep these people distracted forever!"

Reginald deadpanned. "Sir, when I said to distract those in the library so that I may not be seen, I did not mean for you to make a fool of yourself."

What he meant was the fact that Jason was currently balancing himself on a beach ball with one foot…the other balancing a plate on a stick…while he was juggling several bowling pins…as well as blowing on a whistle….

Reginald would've facepalmed had his vessel had any arms rather than simply be a floating "eye".

He finished downloading all there was to know about Remnant. He disconnected himself from the terminal and floated up towards the open window near the roof.

"Sir, I've finished and am now leaving."

"Roger, that. Guess I'll leave as we- OH SHIT!"

A crash was heard and Reginald sighed. He stopped near the open window and gazed down towards where his master was and found that he had lost his balance, slipping off the beach ball and falling to the ground, each bowling pin landing on his head one at a time. The gathering crowd laughed at his misfortune.

Reginald shook his hea-, er "eye". He floated through the open window and made his way to the rendezvous point….


Which was a small food stand called A Simple Wok.

Reginald floated beside Jason as he ate a rather large bowl of noodles, what the owner of the establishment called "the regular."

It looked like it was a bit much, in Reginald's opinion, but Jason wasn't complaining.

"Damn, thish ish good!"

"Don't speak with your mouth full, sir."

Jason rolled his eyes and continued eating.

Reginald simply floated there, processing the information he had gathered, making sure to understand every little tidbit, no matter how small or unimportant. He learned of how the Kingdoms worked, how Huntsman and Huntresses did their job, and of how the White Fang formed…then reformed.

To think they would go to such extremes for equality…though it felt like now they simply wanted the destruction of Man.

Reginald would need more input to formulate a better opinion.

A burp interrupted his thought process.

"Ah~, that was delicious! My compliments to the chef."

The chef (and owner), an old man that had been giving Reginald an odd look (not that anyone would blame him…floating "eye" and whatnot), gave the idiot a smile.

"Thanks, sonny. But, uh…who's your floating friend here?"

Jason smiled. "This is Reginald. Reginald Sinclair. Friend and butler, but mostly friend."

Reginald tipped his "eye". "A pleasure…." He turned to Jason. "Though if I may ask, why am I not hidden from view?"

Jason gave him a confused look. "Why would I? No one's around."

Reginald simply "gestured" to the old man. Jason stared blankly before responding.

"It's just one person….and Ruby. But still, not like anyone will believe an old guy spouting about a floating eye in the city."

"Hey!" The old man shouted. "I'm not old!"

Both of them just stared blankly at the old man.

The old man slumped. "Okay, I'm old."

Jason pat his shoulder. "Don't worry, old-timer. You still got it."

The old man smiled. "Thanks, sonny."

Jason pushed his bowl aside and pat his stomach. "Well, I'm full. How much?"

"15 Lien."

Jason reached into his vest and pulled out some Lien. He frowned.

"…I don't know how to use this."

Reginald sighed. "Hold on, sir."

Reginald accessed the information he acquired and focused on the currency of this world: Lien. He read up on what certain Lien amounted to and how it worked.

He turned back to Jason. "Take the plastic card with the blue stripe and the one with the green strip, and hand it over to the man."

Jason checked the Lien and pulled out the two specified. He handed them over to the old man, who smiled.

"Thank you and come again!"

Jason smiled in return and stood up. "I'll do that. Come on, Reginald."

"Yes, sir."

Both left.


"I've finished processing the information gathered, sir."

"Cool."

"…Shall I give you lessons, si-?"

"Nah."

Reginald sighed. "Sir, you can't just settle for what you know of from what Miss Rose told you. You need to-."

"Reginald," Jason interrupted. "I'm fine the way I am. I've always learned what I needed to know throughout the adventure. This is no different."

"But sir, we're stuck here for who knows how long? Should you go on like this, people will eventually question how it is you have no knowledge of certain events!"

"That's for me to deal with. Besides, people can just chalk it up to me being an idiot."

"I thought you didn't like it when people called you that?"

"I don't. But I just shrug it off, anyway."

Reginald sighed. "Well, perhaps you can at least know certain bits of information so that you'll be better off than you are now?"

Jason sighed. "Oh alright…I'll learn."

If Reginald could smirk, he would. "Thank you, sir."

Jason waved him off. "Whatever."

And so the lessons began….


Only to end five minutes in when Reginald made mention of the Kingdom of Atlas.

"A place that has robots?!"

"Indeed," Reginald replied. "Atlas is the most highly advanced in technology among the four Kingdoms. Ships, weaponry, Atleasian Knights-."

"Robots."

"…Yes, sir. Robots."

Jason rubbed his chin in thought, pondering on that little bit of information.

He suddenly grinned. "Reginald…we're going to Atlas!"

Reginald stared blankly. "…Why?"

"We're gonna get you a body!"

"Sir, that isn't necessary."

"Of course it is!"

Jason grabbed Reginald and held him like a bowling ball. "Onwards!"

Reginald sighed. Yet another one of his master's crazy ideas.


Jason and Reginald looked around the city of Atlas in awe.

"Damn…why is everything so white?"

"That's racist, sir."

"You know that's not what I meant."

"I know, sir. I know."

The idiot and the A.I. looked around at the large buildings. They were architecturally perfect, integrated with the latest technology on Remnant. A few buildings were of the rectangular persuasion, while certain others were more prism-like.

"Damn," Jason whistled. "The tech here's awesome."

"Though not as impressive as the many other variants of technology we've seen."

"Reginald…let me appreciate this world's technology in peace."

"Of course, sir."

Reginald opted to stay somewhat hidden in an alleyway from the public while Jason took it all in. The A.I. analyzed those that passed by, monitoring for any threats.

"Alright," Jason finally said. "If experience has taught me anything, it's that robots tend to be either in a mad scientist's lab, or a military base."

"Indeed."

"So…let's see if we can find a military base somewhere."

"Well, I'm sure there's at least one that's known to the public. We must simply loo-."

"Nah. We need to find one of the secret ones!"

Reginald deadpanned. "And just how are we supposed to do that?"

Jason grinned. "Simple…we're gonna tail the General of this army!"

Reginald began to float away.

"Hold on there, pardner!" Jason grabbed Reginald before he could get far.

"Sir," Reginald hissed. "You are essentially saying we should follow the General of the Atlesian Military, General James Ironwood, who is also the Headmaster of the Huntsman Academy!"

"I am."

"A man who not only is a fully trained Huntsman and soldier, but is undoubtedly heavily guarded by the best the Atlesian army has to offer!"

"Yup."

"And…you want to tail him…for what?!"

"Simple," Jason shrugged. "He should have some sort of datapad on hi-."

"Scroll, sir."

Jason scrunched his face in confusion. "He keeps everything written on a piece of paper?"

"No, sir." Reginald's patience was being tested at this point. "There is a type of datapad that works as a communications device. It was aptly named a Scroll."

Jason "ahhed". "That makes more sense…I think."

He shook his head. "Anyway, we tail him, and when he's not looking, you hack his Scroll for a secret base where we can get an awesome robot body for ya."

Reginald stared blankly at Jason. "…Sir, this is undoubtedly one of your worst ideas."

Jason waved him off. "Relax. My plan will work."

"Your plans never work, sir."

"This one will. Now come on! We got us a General to follow!"

And with that, Jason ran off in a random direction.

Before coming back to Reginald.

"How do we find him?"

Reginald facefaulted.

It was going to be a long day.


I can't believe this is actually working.

Reginald and Jason were currently on the campus of Atlas Academy. From the top of a building (the dormitories, if Reginald saw correctly), Reginald zoomed in on the large tower (the Cross Continental Transmit System), specifically at the top where the Headmaster's office would be.

They had tailed the General for a whole day, eventually following him to Atlas Academy, where he was in his office at the top of the tower….

Unguarded.

"Damn," Jason whistled. "This tower's huge…and I mean huge! You know what that Blue guy Tucker would say if he was here to see this?"

"That someone was compensating for something?" Reginald offered in response.

"…I'd think it'd be something more perverted than that."

"I know, sir. That was simply the best case scenario."

"Ah."

Reginald went back to analyzing the office. From what he could see, the only way in was through the elevator. They would literally have to walk into the Headmaster's office and somehow distract him….

While Reginald had full faith in his master's distracting antics, they would need more than that to get to Ironwood's Scroll.

"So, sir," Reginald began. "Any brilliant ideas on how to go about getting in and retrieving the Scroll?"

Jason hummed. "…Well, I could just distract him with that juggling act that I do."

"Well, there's the distraction, but how do we get the Scroll of his person?"

"…"

"…"

"…"

"…Didn't think this all the way through, did you sir?"

"Just give me a minute!"

Jason sat on a vent and positioned himself like "The Thinker".

"Sir, posing like that doesn't help wi-."

"Shhh. I'm thinking."

Reginald sighed and opted to look down at the ground. He watched as several students were out and about, some leaving the dormitories, others walking in. With his zoom, Reginald saw one particular student (a female Faunus, distinguished by a tail) zipping around on skates, a trail of rainbows in her wake.

Is that supposed to be a real life version of the Nyan Cat?

Reginald shook his "eye" and turned back to his master…still in his "Thinker" pose."

"Anything yet, sir?"

"Still thinking."

Reginald returned his gaze back to the ground, opting to gaze at the rainbows left in the wake of the Nyan Cat girl. Though now there was someone with her, possibly another student. He looked…well, if Reginald were quite honest, this student looked like the stereotypical man of jazz music. He even had a trumpet with him!

That was…odd, now that Reginald thought about it. Most of the students here were either in uniform or some type of attire that seemed like something one of Atlas would wear. Yet this student wore that of a jazz player….

Now that Reginald thought about it, the Nyan Cat girl too wore something that didn't make her look like someone from Atlas. She instead looked…colorful. Quite fitting considering the rainbows she leaves behind. Perhaps it's a part of her Semblance?

Semblance…yet another term, along with Aura, that confounded Reginald. He held the knowledge of several worlds, and therefore several sciences. Yet the idea that a soul could generate something that acted like a barrier and so much more, not to mention give birth to what was essentially a superpower that didn't need to be obtained by some convoluted accident such as a spider bite, gamma radiation explosion, or even being a product of a mutation.

Truly something he'd need to have a better understanding of, as well as something he'd need to be sure his master was prepared for.

Speaking of whom…Jason snapped his fingers.

"I've got it!"

Reginald turned his gaze to his master. "Oh, I can't wait to hear this."

Jason grinned…which warned Reginald that this idea would not bode well.

"Well~…."


James Ironwood was having a rather stressful day as of late.

He had been informed of the attack on the Fall Maiden and of her condition…as well as the Assassin making himself known to Qrow.

It was bad enough that someone stole a part of the Fall Maiden's power, but now the Assassin was looking into this as well? That spelled all kinds of problems.

Though while Ironwood was very much sure the Assassin stood no chance against a Maiden…it would not bode well for that monster to go snooping around where he shouldn't.

So Ironwood had made several calls, one of which would have a state of the art life support system sent to Ozpin's Academy for Amber, and another that raised the bounty on the Assassin's head….

It was nearly half of what the Schnee Dust Company earned in a year…which meant a lot of Lien.

Ironwood had offered to send any resources to help Ozpin, but the man had declined, saying that these matters would be handled delicately.

While he still had faith in his friend, Ironwood couldn't help but question if Ozpin wasn't taking this seriously.

Ironwood sighed and sipped his mug of coffee…which helped a bit. No wonder Ozpin kept drinking the stuff.

SHATTER!

CRASH!

"AGH!"

Whatever bliss Ironwood felt at the moment was lost to unconsciousness.


Reginald was staring at his master with incredulity as he searched the unconscious General's coat for his Scroll.

Jason's "master plan" turned out to involved building a make-shift slingshot big enough to launched a person and his bowling ball-shaped friend….

Not only did they create one, but they actually launched themselves across the courtyard towards the office, where Jason, with Reginald being held carefully, crashed through the window, inadvertently head-butting the General, knocking him unconscious….

Reginald decided to say something.

"Sir...why?!"

Jason shrugged. "It was all I could think of at the time."

"Sir, you realize that you could be imprisoned, or quite possibly killed, for doing something like this?!"

Jason waved him off. "It'll be fine. Just hack the cameras or something and erase all footage. That way, they won't know who did this."

Reginald sighed. "Sir, you really need to think these situations through."

"Yeah, yeah." Jason pulled out a Scroll. "Found it! Now hack it and see what's on it."

Reginald sighed again before connecting to the Scroll. Thirty seconds later, he was in.

He searched the entire database, looking for anything in relation to the Knights, or "robots" as his master referred to them. Reginald was surprised to find information regarding an old fairy tale, the Four Maidens….

Reginald didn't think someone like the General would be interested in fairy tales.

Leaving that aside, he searched deeper until he found information on several secret bases and laboratories. He gazed at the information and found several items of interest: the Knights would be replaced with newer versions of themselves, there would be mechs called Atlesian Paladins, and….

And….

"My word."

Jason looked at Reginald. "What is it?"

Reginald wordlessly pulled up a schematic on a creation that appeared to be an android. A machine capable of generating an Aura, albeit artificial, and looking like a regular teenage girl.

It was aptly named P.E.N.N.Y.

Jason grinned. "Reginald…we- no, you just hit the jackpot."

Reginald bobbed his "eye" for a nod, yet couldn't help but gaze at the schematic for a bit longer. The possibilities ran through his mind like wildfire. Not only could he gain a body with arms and legs, not to mention a proper head and face….

He would look human.

But could he be human?

The only way to find out would be to create a body for himself.

"Alright, sir. I shan't be hesitant anymore. I…I want a body now."

"Now you're talking!" Jason took the Scroll and placed it back within the coat of the unconscious General…then felt something off.

"Hey Reginald?"

"Yes, sir?"

"…Could you scan this guy's body? I felt metal on him…like a metal plate or something."

"Very well, sir."

Reginald scanned the unconscious General's body….

If Reginald could frown, he would. "Oh my."

"What is it?"

Reginald displayed a holographic scan of the man…and Jason covered his mouth.

"Holy shit."

Reginald didn't bother to try and chastise Jason for the swear, for the A.I. probably would have as well after seeing what the scan showed. Most of the General's body was replaced by metal: a prosthetic arm, leg, even a part of his midsection was metal.

"I suppose you feel bad now about head-butting him like that?"

Jason took of his hat and ran a hand though his hair. "Yeah…what the hell happened to this guy to cause this?"

"Well sir, I'd have to say that it was either a massive explosion or a Grimm attack. Either way, it doesn't paint a pretty picture of the condition he was in that required thus much prosthetic."

Jason nodded and held out the small cross on his necklace and did the sign of the cross on the General.

"May the rest of your life be as manageable as can be. Amen."

"Well said, sir."

Jason stood up. "Alright. Now we just erase the security footage and we're good to go."

Reginald, being a proper gentleman, did his best (and succeeded) in hiding his excitement at the thought of obtaining a body for himself. He quickly erased the security footage of the past ten minutes.

After that, he and his master were on their way to the secret laboratory.


Jason and Reginald were currently prone on the ground, observing the secret laboratory compound.

"So~," Jason drawled. "That's a lot of guards."

It was true. There were several soldiers (at minimum: 10) stationed around every entrance. With each soldier came two Atlesian Knights (ergo, 20 at each station). Not to mention the missile launchers and security cameras everywhere.

"To be fair," Reginald said. "This is the first synthetic person capable of generating an Aura. Of course there would be a high level of security."

Jason hummed. "…Yeah. Makes sense, I guess."

He stood up and stretched his arms. "So, any blind spots in their security that we can exploit?"

Reginald sighed. "No. It seems the only way inside is if they let us in."

Jason remained silent as he thought that over. Meanwhile, Reginald rescanned the area for the seventh time to see if there was any way he and his master could get in without being noticed.

Once again, the scan bore no fruit.

He internally sighed. Unless they decided to simply break in (which Reginald would firmly protest against should his master suggest it) or if the guards simply let them in (highly unlikely), Reginald and Jason would have to abandon the idea of getting a body for the A.I.

Jason absentmindedly looked around the horizon…and grinned.

"Just got an idea!"

Reginald followed his gaze towards the horizon…and groaned.

"Sir, please don't do what I think you're going to do."

Jason had already pulled out his bad of Pixie dust and sprinkled some on himself. Soon enough, he began to float.

"Too late. We're doing this."

He soared through the trees, careful to stay hidden. Reginald sighed and followed along wordlessly.

It was always the "fun" way with his master.


Reginald floated alongside his master, the latter of whom was holding onto the airship for dear life.

"THIS IS AWESOME!" Jason shouted over the engine of the airship.

Reginald chuckled a bit at his master's enthusiasm. The A.I. then looked over the ship that he and his master were stowing away on.

It appeared to be a personalized aircraft. It consisted of a main fuselage, consisting of the cockpit and passenger compartment, and four nacelles which are arranged diagonally opposite one another in a roughly X-shaped configuration. Four long blue ribbons (or banners) were attached to each nacelle and streamed out behind the aircraft, flowing in the wind. Two smaller wings were located just behind the upper nacelles.

Quite an impressive and elegant ship if I do say so myself.

The A.I. focused his attention on the approaching compound. He floated near the top of the ship and attached himself. No need for the guards to question why there was a floating orb near the ship.

The ship hovered above the compound and began lowering itself inside it. Soldiers and staff cleared the way for the ship. The ship extended its landing gear and slowed its decent. Reginald and his master bounced a bit as the ship touched the ground.

Jason grinned. "Looks like we're in."

Reginald detached himself from the aircraft and peered over the edge of the aft section. He watched as the hatch lowed itself as a ramp for whoever was on board. Two soldiers and four knights exited the ramp, yet it was the final member that drew his attention.

It was a beautiful young woman, possibly mid-twenties, with white hair tied up in a bun, one strand dangling on her left side and a bang of hair brushed to her right, somewhat covering her right eye. Her attire seemed militaristic, consisting of a blue vest with white coat that exposed her shoulders and part of her upper arm. She wore with pants, which were mostly covered in leg armor with heeled boots. A saber was holstered at her hip.

She looked elegant….

Perhaps she's the owner of this ship.

"What's up?" Jason whispered, having crawled up to him.

"I'm simply taking note of those exiting the aircraft, sir."

Jason looked himself…and he tilted his head.

"Why does that gir-?"

"Woman, sir."

"Why does that woman have white hair?"

"Sir, you didn't question Miss Rose's hair when you saw her."

"I figured those red tints were dyed."

"They were a natural color, sir."

"Really?" Jason asked.

"Yes, sir."

Jason pondered on that for a moment. "…Huh, next you're gonna tell me there's a person with natural green hair too."


Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, in separate locations, Emerald Sustrai, Bartholomew Oobleck, Sage Ayana, Reese Chloris, and Russel Thrash sneezed.


"Or maybe someone with multi-colored hair that's also natural.


Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, Neopolitan sneezed a quiet sneeze.


"Hell, why not someone with blue hair while we're at it?"


Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, Neptune Vasilias sneezed.


Reginald bobbed his "eye" in a shrug. "Possibly. We shouldn't really discount any of that."

Jason hummed. "…Yeah, one thing I've noticed about this planet, there's one thing that's been consistent: color."

"I agree, sir."

The A.I. and idiot returned their gaze to the ground, where the white-haired woman was speaking to someone who looked like he was in charge of the place. Reginald picked up the words "check up", "progress", and "Penny".

"I believe it's safe to assume the woman's here to check on the android."

"So then we just have to follow her?"

Reginald nodded.

"Alright," Jason said. "Time to so some sneaking."

"That was never your forte, sir."

"Well…shut up."


The idiot and A.I. were able to sneak inside the main building of the compound by following the white-haired woman. Jason had to make use of his Bend Time ability so that he and Reginald could sneak in undetected. They hid behind crates and archways, making sure to keep the woman in sight.

The woman approached an elevator. It opened and she stepped in. She pushed a button and the elevator closed. The light above it indicated it was going down.

"Well," Jason said. "Guess we're going down."

"Indeed."

Jason and Reginald approached the elevator. The idiot looked around to be sure no one was around. Once that was confirmed, he pushed the button. He tapped his foot in patience as the elevator rose from wherever it had stopped.

"Sir," Reginald asked. "Shouldn't we find another way down rather than this? Surely there will be guards down below, waiting for anyone who goes down there, authorized or not."

Jason shrugged. "Eh, we'll wing it."

Reginald facefaulted.

"Sir," the A.I. said as he floated off the ground. "You can't keep 'winging' it in these types of situations."

"It's worked before. Besides, we literally have all the luck in the world on our side. I'm sure we'll be fine."

Before Reginald could retort, the elevator dinged open. Jason stepped inside, with Reginald following. The idiot gazed at the buttons…well, there was only one button. He shrugged, thinking this a convenience, and pushed the lone button. The doors slid closed, and the elevator began its descent.

Jason leaned back against the wall, arms crossed. Reginald simply floated beside him as elevator music played.

"Huh," Jason hummed. "You would think a place like this wouldn't have music in its elevators."

"Indeed," Reginald agreed.

The elevator halted its descent, causing the idiot and A.I. to hide beside the doors as they opened. Jason peered out the side.

"…Coast is clear."

He and Reginald exited the elevator as it slid shut. They found themselves in a long archway, devoid of people. They cautiously made their way across it to the door on the other side. When they got there, it was made apparent that the door was locked and the only way in was through retinal and hand scan.

"…Well, shit."

"Indeed, sir."

They stood their (Reginald floating), pondering on their next move.

Jason sighed and sat beside the door. "Well, no choice but to wait until someone comes out."

And that's what they did...


It wasn't until half an hour later when they heard the sound of the door opening. Jason quickly grabbed onto Reginald, and they both floated above the door. Two people stepped out of it: the woman from before, and an old man who for some reason reminded Reginald of Geppetto from Pinocchio. They both spoke to each other about lunch as they walked away. Reginald quickly floated down and through the door before it could close, Jason in tow. The sound of the door sealing shut was heard.

Jason dropped to the ground and whistled. "Phew, that was a close one."

"Indeed, sir."

The A.I. gazed around the laboratory, admiring the technology. There were several machines meant for different tasks, and a pod rested at the center of it all. Curious, Reginald floated towards it and peered inside….

"My word."

What was inside was the android they had seen in the schematics, only this time it- no, she had synthetic skin. The girl had orange hair with a pink bow on top and a freckled face. Her attire consisted of an old-fashioned blouse with short feminine overalls, as well as a black and green collar with a matching pair of stockings. Her eyes were closed, indicating she was currently "shut down", though the A.I. liked to think of it as her sleeping peacefully.

Reginald simply stared.

"Reginald?"

"…"

"Reginald?"

"…"

"Reginald?"

"…"

"REGINALD?!"

Reginald snapped out of his thoughts. "Er, uh, yes sir?"

"You alright?" Jason asked with concern. "You seemed to just…space out. And your "eye" seemed to look a little red there."

Reginald shook his "eye". "No, no! I'm quite alright! Just…thinking is all."

Jason looked at the girl in the pod. "Huh…so this is Penny, huh?"

"Indeed. She's quite pretty."

Jason pursed his lips. "I suppose…not as pretty as Ruby, but-."

Jason stopped and turned to Reginald. "Wait a minute, why is that important?"

Reginald froze mid-float. "Um, er…just an observation, nothing more."

If Reginald could sweat bullets, he would at this moment.

Jason stared blankly at Reginald for a moment.

"Reginald…is there something I should know about?"

Reginald turned away from Jason. "I'm not quite sure what you mean."

Jason's unseen eyes bored into the A.I.

"Reginald…I know you're supposed to be an old-fashioned gentleman and all, but please don't tell me you've fallen victim to that whole 'love at first sight' crap?"

Reginald tinted red again, but he would not be deterred. "Sir, there is no such thing as 'love at first sight'."

"We've literally seen it happen on several other worlds."

"…Okay, there is such thing, but that's not what's happening. You're making assumptions sir. And you know what they say about doing that, sir."

"I ain't making an assumption. I'm just calling it like I see it."

Reginald grunted. "Well then…turnabout is fair play, then."

Jason raised an eyebrow. "I beg your pardon?"

"I believe you called Miss Rose "pretty" just a moment ago."

Jason laughed. "HA! Good one, buddy."

"Is Miss Rose being pretty that much of a joke?"

"That's not why I'm laughing. I'm laughing cause you think I said something I didn't. We might need to get your "ears" checked."

Reginald stared blankly at his master…before replaying what transpired moments ago."

"Indeed. She's quite pretty."

"I suppose…not as pretty as Ruby, but-."

Reginald ended the recording and waited for his master's reaction….

And he was quite satisfied when his master sported a red face and waved his hands in front of him.

"Now hold on a min-!"

"Turnabout is fair play, sir."

"I didn't mean to say that! It just slipped out! Besides, I only just met her, and here you are thinking I fell in love at first sight!"

"You did the same with me just now."

"…If I drop the subject, will you?"

"Perhaps."

"Then consider it dropped." Jason turned towards the terminal beside the pod. "How about you hack into that terminal and see what you can learn about Penny?"

"Very well, sir."

Reginald floated towards the terminal and hooked into it, his avatar (a green orb) entering the system. He hacked it, breaking through the many firewalls within. He soared through the many data bits within the system, checking each bit for any information regarding how the building of Penny was done.

Eventually, he found a rather large bit of data. Interested, he tapped into it…and was suddenly bombarded with a plethora of information. So much so that he reflexively jumped back and accidently bumped into…another conscious?

"H-Huh?" a female voice came. "W-Who are you?"

Reginald froze. He slowly turned around and came face to face with another avatar in the system: another green orb. More than likely Penny.

"Oh dear."


Jason leaned against a table as he let Reginald do his thing. He took out a cigarette and lit it, puffing out a plume of smoke.

He looked towards a peculiar looking machine a few feet from him. Curiosity getting the better of him, he walked towards it and gazed at the panel. There were several colorful buttons: some red, others yellow, the last few green….

Jason decided to push one of the green ones. Green was always a good sign. You should never push the red one. That always leads to trouble.

After pushing one of the green ones…nothing happened.

Raising an eyebrow, he pushed another green button…only for nothing to happen again.

"Is this thing even plugged in?"

Jason checked behind the machine, and sure enough, it was plugged in. Shrugging, he pushed the last green button….

And once again, nothing happened.

Irritation began to set in on Jason. Why wasn't this machine doing anything?

He decided to push one of the yellow buttons…only to find that nothing happened…again. Pushing the other two yielded the same results.

His eyes bore into the red buttons….

Please don't make me push the red buttons. Nothing good ever happens when you push the red button!

Yet his curiosity won out, and he pushed one of the red buttons….

And nothing happened.

Pushing the other two yielded the same results.

He punched the machine. "Come on! What the hell's up with ya?!"

His eyes wandered around the machine, searching for an answer. He found one…in the form of a lever, along with instructions that said, "Pump three times to start, then press appropriate button."

Jason facepalmed.

This is why people call me an idiot.

With a sigh, he pumped the lever three times as instructed, and the lever locked in place. The buttons on the panel suddenly lit up, waiting to be pressed. Grinning, he pressed one of the green buttons. The machine hummed for a bit, shaking as noises emanated from inside….

And a compartment opened, revealing a freshly made cup of coffee.

Jason wordlessly looked up to see a sign on the machine that said, "Coffee maker."

Jason shrugged and took the cup of coffee.

A big machine like this just for a cup of coffee? Seems a bit much, if you ask me.

He sipped the coffee…and it was like tasting heaven itself.

"Damn! This is good! Whoever drinks this is a very lucky man!"


Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, Ozpin and Oobleck sneezed.


As Jason made to finish it, the sound of a lock unlocking made itself known. Cursing, he placed the coffee back and quickly hid behind a random machine, peering out for whoever came in.

The door opened, and the old man and white-haired woman from before returned. They had been discussing something important that involved the android, but Jason sort of tuned them out. He kept switching back and forth between them and Reginald, hoping that he wouldn't be seen….

Then again, no amount of limitless luck can get two people to miss the bowling ball-sized "eye" connected to the terminal near the pod.

"What in blazes is that?!" The old man immediately darted towards the "eye", intending to unplug it.

In a panic, Jason made use of his Blink ability to teleport between Reginald and the old man.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Jason said frantically, waving his arms about. "Let's just take it easy, now."

The white-haired woman darted to the side of the old man, a hand on the saber holstered on her waist.

"Who are you?" she demanded, eyes narrowed.

Jason gulped. He couldn't exactly tell her. Hell, they weren't supposed to be caught in the first place!

Seriously, he had all the luck in the world, yet it couldn't help him at this particular moment!

Damn it, Luck! Where are ya when I need ya?!"

The white-haired woman drew her saber. "I won't ask again. Who are you?"

"Um," Jason said in confusion. "Didn't you just say you wouldn't ask again?"

The woman raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

"Well, you just said you won't ask again, yet clearly you just asked me who I am."

The white-haired woman seemed to pause…before shaking her head.

"Trying to make me lose focus, are you?"

Jason stared blankly. "Hey, you're the one who said you wouldn't ask who I was again. Yet, you did…that kinda makes you a liar."

The woman looked enraged. "Are you doing this on purpose?"

"Again, you're the one who-."

"Winter Schnee is no liar!" She pressed a switch on her saber, releasing a smaller dagger into her other hand. "Now prepare yourself, intruder! For you shall fall at the hands of a Schnee-!"

CRASH! CRASH!

Two hanging ceiling lights had lost their connection to the ceiling, each falling on Winter Schnee and the old man, knocking them unconscious.

"A little late, but I'll take it."

He pulled up a chair and sat down, smoking the cigarette he lit earlier. As he did, he gazed towards his friend, Reginald.

Hope you're doing alright in there, buddy.


Reginald and Penny "stared" at each other in awkward silence, floating among the multitudes of data cubes.

Reginald snapped out of it and decided to be a gentleman about this.

"Hello," Reginald greeted. "My name is Reginald Sinclair. How are you this fine day?"

Penny seemed taken aback by his sudden politeness, but quickly recovered.

"Why hello, Reginald!" Penny greeted back. "My name is Penny. It's a pleasure to meet you!"

Reginald internally sighed. So far, so good.

"Though I have to ask, why are you here?"

Reginald flinched. Never mind, then.

"I believe I'm supposed to be the only one here."

Reginald took a moment to ponder on what to do.

A gentleman never lies.

Reginald sighed. "Well, you're not wrong. I supposed you can say I'm an intruder."

Penny floated back a bit.

"B-But I mean no harm!"

She stopped.

"I just…simply needed to gather information."

Penny's avatar tilted. "Information on what?"

"Well…you, of course."

She tilted again.

"N-Not you, specifically, but how you came to be. Or rather…how your body was created."

"My body?"

"Indeed." Reginald floated to her left where several cubes of data were located. "You see…I wish to create a body for myself."

"You don't have a body?"

"No…well, technically yes. But not like yours. It's…well, quite frankly, it resembles a floating eye."

Penny let out several giggles. "An eye? That must be an amusing sight to see."

"It is," Reginald confirmed. "People constantly stare at me. I can't blame them, though."

Penny let out another giggle before speaking. "So…you want to create a body for yourself?"

"Indeed." Reginald gestured towards the data cubes. "May I?"

Penny pondered on that for a moment….

"Well, I don't think my father or the General would be happy about that."

"They won't," Reginald agreed. "Though my master and I will deal with it when the time comes."

She tilted. "Master?"

"Ah, yes. Master Jones. Though he prefers I not call him that. I am essentially his butler, caretaker, and friend."

"Friend…." Penny seemed to be saddened by that word.

Reginald picked up on that. "Is something wrong?"

"No, it's just…I wish I had a friend. I've been stuck in this lab ever since I was "born". My father says I'll be let out to see the world when the time is right, but…even with my father here, it gets lonely."

Reginald felt sad for the android. Stuck down here until it was deemed right to be let out? That's certainly no way to live. Though there was not much he could do about it.

Except….

"Well," he began. "If you'd like, I can introduce you to my master. He likes making new friends. And he'll surely like to meet you."

Penny's avatar lit up. "Really?!"

"Indeed."

She seemed to hesitate for a moment. "…Reginald?"

"Yes?"

"P-Perhaps…you could be my friend as well?"

If Reginald could smile, he would. "I believe I'd like that."

She suddenly got up close to him. "Really?!"

His avatar flashed red momentarily. "Y-Yes. O-Of course."

Her avatar zoomed around in happiness. "Yay! My first friend!"

Reginald watched in amusement as she continually zoomed around the database. He cleared his throat to get her attention.

"Now then. Shall I introduce you to Master Jones?"

Penny's avatar bobbed up and down. "Oh! Yes, please!"

Reginald searched around the data cubes. Surely one of them would contain the controls on activating her pod….

"Ah, here we go."

He accessed a particular data cube and found the commands for opening her pod. He fiddled with them for a bit before they lit green, indicating the process was starting. Before he turned back to Penny, he quickly downloaded the information he had been searching for.

"Well, you should be 'waking up'," Reginald stated. "I shall see you outside."

Penny lit up. "See you soon!"

And with that, Reginald withdrew himself from the system.


Reginald found himself within his vessel again. He unhooked himself from the terminal and turned to find his master smoking a cigarette…as well as the two from earlier on the ground, unconscious.

"Sir," Reginald said calmly. "Why are those two knocked out?"

Jason turned to him. "Oh, howdy Reginald. Well, these two came back sooner than expected and…well, luck played its part by dropping two ceiling lights on them. The rest is history."

Reginald stared blankly. "…I can't even leave you alone for a few minutes without something happening."

"It wasn't my fault this time!"

"Directly, no. Indirectly, yes. This will certainly be awkward to explain to Miss Penny."

Jason made to say something, but the hissing of the pod interrupted him. The idiot and A.I. turned to see the pod door open. A moment later, its sole inhabitant stepped out.

Jason turned to Reginald. "You woke her up?"

"Indeed. She said she wanted to make a friend, and you like making new friends…problem solved."

"Reginald?"

The A.I. turned to face Penny...and was immediately drawn to her eyes. They were bright green and…quite pretty. Just like her….

"Reginald?"

"…"

"Reginald."

"…"

"Reginald!"

The A.I. snapped out of it. "Y-Yes?"

Penny smiled. "Is this your friend you spoke of?"

He was momentarily stunned by her smile before responding.

"Y-Yes. This is Jason Jones, my master and friend."

Jason grinned and tipped his hat. "Howdy."

"Salutations, Jason!" She greeted cheerfully…then gasped when she saw the two unconscious people. "Specialist Schnee! Father!"

She rushed towards the unconscious two as Jason mouthed to Reginald, "Father?"

Reginald shook his "eye". Not the way he wanted to start this out.


"The ceiling lights just fell?"

"Yup," Jason said, rubbing his head. "Sorry about that. My luck's incredibly high, to the point that anything can happen at any time."

"Indeed," Reginald concurred. "The fact those ceiling lights were already loose and didn't fall until this moment proves that."

Jason nodded, then looked at Penny apologetically. "Yeah, so despite it being an accident, I'm sorry about that."

He held out his hand to her. "Friends?"

Penny looked to her unconscious father, who now had his head resting on a pillow and an ice pack on top, the same going for Winter Schnee.

"Well," she said, looking back at Jason and Reginald. "I guess I can forgive you this time."

She took his hand and shook it with a smile. "Friends."

Jason grinned. "Aweso-."

"But," Penny interrupted. "I say that, as punishment, you let Reginald call you Master Jones again!"

Jason frowned. "Wait, wha-?"

"Seems like a suitable punishment," Reginald stated."

"Bu-."

"Then it's agreed!" Penny exclaimed with a grin.

Jason was at a loss for words…before slumping.

"Damn it."

Grinning mischeviously, Penny turned her attention to Reginald. "…Huh. You do look like a floating eye."

"Indeed."

Snapping out of his slump, Jason turned to Reginald. "So…find anything about how to make you a body?"

"Of course, sir," Reginald responded. "I simply need to process it."

Reginald sifted through the information he downloaded. He learned of the materials made to build Penny in the first place, the machines that were used, and the fact that Penny was….

Reginald flashed red. "Oh my."

"Something wrong?" Penny asked with concern as she stepped closer.

Reginald floated away from her. "N-No, everything's fine!"

Which was true. He was a little embarrassed, but he was fine.

Jason stepped towards Reginald and whispered. "What's wrong?"

Reginald flashed a bit of red as he whispered back. "W-Well…apparently Miss Penny's body was made…anatomically correct."

"…"

"…"

"…I beg your pardon?" Jason asked in confusion.

"I mean," the A.I. hissed quietly. "That they made Penny to look like a teenage girl…in every way."

"Oh…oh…ooooohhhhh."

Jason blushed a bit. "Well…I guess they were really dedicated to making her look like a person."

"I-Indeed."

"What are you two talking about?" Penny asked.

"NOTHING!"

Reginald cleared his throat. "Nothing of importance."

He floated towards a particular machine. "Now…we begin with thi-."

"Hold on there, pardner."

Reginald turned to Jason. "Yes?"

"Do you know what you're gonna look like?"

"Hmm. Never gave it much thought."

"Well then," Jason grinned. "Mind if I make a suggestion?"

He stepped towards Reginald and whispered a name.

"I…actually like that idea. Though I don't think we'll be able to emulate everything about him."

"Doesn't matter," Jason said. "So long as you have his appearance down, the rest doesn't matter."

"Indeed…though I may make a few upgrades so that I may have an arsenal at my disposal."

Jason raised an eyebrow. "What kind of upgrades?"

"They should be in the fifth interior pocket on your right, sir, along with the attire I will be wearing."

Jason stuck his hand in the internal pocket in question…and pulled out several schematics and metal parts, as well as a…butler suit.

"You're really going all out on the whole butler thing, huh?"

"Indeed."

"As for the upgrades…" Jason grinned. "You were hoping to get a body of your own someday, weren't you? That's why all of this is here?"

"…" Reginald looked to the side. "Perhaps."

Jason pat Reginald on the top of the "eye". "Well, that time has come, buddy. Now…let's get started!"


Reginald worked tirelessly on building his body, while his master and Penny talked with each other and observed his progress.

He made sure the machines built each part with care and the way he wanted it to be, occasionally manipulating them to design the limbs, torso, and head appropriately. He also monitored the synthetic skin that was being made on another machine, making sure nothing overheated and that the material was up to par.

He focused on the torso at first, making sure it's appearance was right and that his vessel would be able to fit within the chest area for an idea he had. Though he realized he'd need to make his vessel be able to constrict for that to happen….

One thing at a time.

He focused next on the arms. He ensured they would have circular lens in the palms for a part of his arsenal. And that they would be somewhat modeled after a certain suit of armor, the same going for his torso and legs.

Speaking of the legs…they were going quite nicely. The knee joints functioned perfectly, and the feet would have beam propellers at the bottom, which would allow him flight. There would also be several secret compartments that would only be utilized in case of emergencies….

He made sure to do this for his arms and torso as well.

Now the head….

It would simply be that: a head. Modeled after a well-known cyborg from a rather popular anime series. Once the synthetic skin was done, it would look even more so.

DING!

Speaking of which….

Reginald quickly finished any final adjustments necessary and put the body together. Once done, he hooked the body to the cables and lowered it into the skin synthesizer. There, he left the machine to its task as he set to work making modifications to his vessel.


The entire building process, as well as the skin synthesizing, took under an hour.

Jason and Penny stood by as they watched the body in its final form.

It resembled that of a 5'10" handsome young man with spiky green hair. The eyes had black sclera with green irises and black eyebrows above them. The attire was simply that of a butler: white wing collar shirt, grey vest, black tie, black morning coat, cufflinks, white gloves (which had small, barely noticeable holes at the tip of each finger, and had circular openings at the palms, revealing a glass lens), grey striped trousers, and black dress shoes. Hell, there was even a pocket watch attached to the trousers. Probably there for appearances.

Reginald had made it so that his vessel would fit inside the chest of the body, and that it had a connecting port into the head. The A.I. chip would mainly be in the head, but should the body be damaged to the point of immovability, then the chip would slide into the vessel, which would eject, allowing Reginald to float away.

With the condensed vessel in the chest and the A.I. chip placed within the head, the eyes lit up and blinked.

Jason and Penny watched in apprehension.

"Well," Reginald spoke from the mouth of his new body. "This will take some getting used to."

Jason grinned. "Hell yeah! You got a body!"

Penny clapped excitedly. "I'm so happy for you!"

Reginald…smiled. He actually smiled. No inward or imaginary smile.

A true smile.

"Yes," he said as he examined his arms and hands, opening and closing them. "It's quite the experience. I must admit that I am rather excited about this."

Jason pat Reginald on the shoulder. "You have every right to be. You deserve it."

"Thank you, sir."

Penny stepped up to ask something. "I've been wondering…you said that you modeled this after someone you two met. Who was it?"

Jason and Reginald looked at each other before the latter answered.

"A cyborg named Genos…and before you ask, you more than likely wouldn't have heard of him."

"Because he's from another planet, right?"

Reginald slowly turned towards his master, who looked sheepish.

"You told her?"

Jason shrugged sheepishly. "It was kind of an accident."

Reginald finally had the chance to do something he wanted to do each time his master did something like this….

He facepalmed.

"My word, sir! I was under the impression that Miss Rose would be the only one to know of our predicament!"

"I'm sorry!" Jason exclaimed, waving his hands frantically. "It just slipped out! Besides, Penny's trustworthy."

While Reginald was willing to believe that, he rubbed his eyes in exasperation.

"Do you plan to tell the whole world about us, sir? You may as well announce it on live TV."

Jason chuckled. "Don't worry. I'll keep my mouth shut about it."

"I'll see to it that you do."

Penny had been quiet for the moment, looking Reginald up and down, which the A.I. noticed.

"Is something wrong, Miss Penny?"

"It's nothing, just that…you look handsome."

Reginald glitched a little. "T-Thank you."

"You alright, buddy?" Jason asked. "You glitched just now."

"Most likely an error in the system. I'll see to it in a mo-."

A groan interrupted them.

All three froze and slowly turned towards the two unconscious people in the room, one of whom was stirring….

And it wasn't Penny's father.

"Shit," Jason cursed.

Reginald quickly grabbed Penny and ushered her towards the pod. "I believe it is best that you return to your pod. This way you won't get in trouble."

Penny was hesitant. "But…if we explain it to her, maybe she'll understand."

"Miss Penny…is Miss Schnee the kind of soldier that is 'by the book'?"

"…I believe so."

"Then I don't believe she'll listen. Master Jones and I did break in here, so she's in the right. The two of us will make sure we escape and erase any security footage with us in it. You, however, must return to your pod so that you aren't implicated in anything."

Penny still didn't seem sure.

"Do not worry, Miss Penny," Reginald assured. "Master Jones and I will be fine, and I'm sure we'll see each other again in the future."

Penny looked up into his eyes. "Is that a promise?"

Reginald grinned. "Indeed. A gentleman always keeps his word."

"Make it a pinky promise!" Jason shouted.

Reginald turned and deadpanned. "Sir, that isn't really nece-."

"Ruby said that a pinky promise is the most sacred of promises, so do it!"

Reginald sighed and held out his pinky. Penny looked confused, so he explained.

"It's a childish thing where two people hold each other's pinky in the form of a promise."

Penny nodded and held out her pinky as well. It intertwined with Reginald's.

"I promise to not say anything about you two, so long as you promise me we'll see each other again."

Reginald smiled. "Then it's agreed."

With a smile, Penny stepped into the pod. Reginald quickly typed in commands into the terminal. The pod door sealed shut and Penny closed her eyes. The terminal indicated the subject was in stasis.

That taken care of, Reginald turned towards his master. "I still believe that a pinky promise was unnecessary."

"Hey, that pinky promise is what'll make sure Ruby or Penny don't say anything about us. Besides, be glad I didn't make you do the one Pinkie Pie came up with."

Both shivered slightly. Let it be known that you should never break a pinky promise made by that pink pony. It will only end in pain.

Both turned to see Winter Schnee sit up, rubbing her head. When she opened her eyes and saw the idiot an A.I., she immediately got in her stance, weapons drawn.

"Sir," Reginald asked. "Why didn't you relieve her of her weapons?"

Jason facepalmed.

Reginald sighed. "Of course."

Winter pointed her weapons at them. "Alright, no more games! Who are you two?! Spies from another kingdom?"

"Nah," Jason responded. "We're aliens."

If it weren't for the fact Reginald was a gentleman, he would've smacked his master upside in the head.

Winter scoffed. "Very funny. Now be serious!"

When his master made to say something, Reginald covered his mouth.

"Let me do the talking."

Removing the hand, he stepped towards the Specialist.

"Now, I'm sure we can come to some sort of understanding. We took nothing of value, and we simply want to leave peacefully. If you would be so kind as to let us go, it would be greatly appreciated."

He knew this wouldn't work, but he figured he'd try anyway.

Winter's eyes narrowed. "That's not going to happen."

Reginald sighed. So much for that.

Jason stepped up. "Well, time to test that new body of yours." He pointed at Winter. "GET HER!"

Reginald stood in place.

"Um, buddy? Go ahead. Knock her out."

"Sir," Reginald said. "I am a gentleman."

Jason raised an eyebrow. "And?"

"…I cannot harm a lady."

Jason facefaulted.

"REGINALD!" Jason exclaimed. "I'm not into hitting woman, either, but we might have to drop that for the moment."

"You can if you want," Reginald stated. "I shall not."

Jason groaned and rubbed his eyes behind his shades. "Oh my god. You cannot be serious here."

"Indeed, I am, sir."

"Reginald, this always happens! Every time we deal with a female opponent, you sit it out while I get my ass kicked!"

"One must never harm a lady."

"Buddy, there have been thousands of times where an evil lady needed to be 'harmed' in order to be defeated."

"Miss Schnee isn't evil, sir."

"That's not the point!"

"Well then why did you say 'evil' if it wasn't the point?"

"Okay, let me rephrase that. When it comes to battles, sometimes one person is a guy, while the other's a girl. The guy will have no choice but to lay a hand on her to win the fight. Street Fighter, Tekken, Mortal Kombat, Final Fantasy, Super Smash Bros., even Dragon Ball on certain occasions. Hell, there's a number of anime where harm comes to a female fighter! Sometimes it's unavoidable."

"If it's all the same to you, I'll stick to being a gentleman, sir."

"Damn it, Reginald!"

Wiinter Schnee could only watch in confusion as the two argued with each other. Eventually, that confusion gave way to anger at being ignored.

"HEY!"

The two turned to face her.

"I'm still here!"

Both men blinked at her.

"Ah, my apologies," Reginald said, bowing with a hand to his chest. "A gentleman must never ignore a lady."

Winter humphed. "For the enemy, at least you have manners."

Jason raised a finger. "We ain't really the ene-."

"Sir, we broke into an Atlesian compound. We essentially are the enemy."

"Not. Helping."

"I'm simply stating the facts."

"You stating the facts gets us into deeper trouble!"

"A gentleman never lies, sir."

"You could stand to try at times."

"I shall not compromise my integrity, sir."

'What about telling half-truths?"

"A lie by omission is still a lie, sir."

Winter's eyebrow twitched at being ignored again. With the fury of a thousand ignored woman, she stabbed her blade into the ground, a glyph appearing beneath her that conjured several small Nevermore Aura constructs.

"ENOUGH! I've had it with you two! Prepare to fall at the hands of Winter Schnee!"

She sent the small Nevermores towards the idiot and A.I.

"Oh fuc-!"

"Language, sir."

"Damn it, Reginald!"

Jason and Reginald jumped in opposite directions to avoid the swarm of Aura birds. This only resulted in the swarm splitting up so that it may capture the two. The two found themselves being pecked, bit, and clawed at by the small creatures.

"Agh! Shit! Stop-! Don't-! Fuck!"

"Language, sir," Reginald chided as he stood calmly despite the birds that were swarming him.

"I thought we had a talk about this in my introduction!"

"I said I would lay off, yet I wouldn't stop."

"ARGH!"

Reginald lifted his hand to gaze at an Aura construct nibbling at his glove. He tilted his head in wonder at the being.

She can make constructs of Grimm with her Aura, and possibly her Semblance…fascinating.

A tic mark appeared on Reginald's head when one of the constructs began pecking at his left eye.

Now it's more annoying than fascinating.

He quickly grabbed the bird and crushed it, the construct breaking into glowing pieces. He stretched his fingers, and several metal wires appeared out of them. He whipped his arms around, the wires spinning freely and latching onto each construct that was swarming him. The birds yelped at being caught. Narrowing his eyes, he constricted the wires, which resulted in the birds squawking before being torn to glowing pieces….

If they had been living creatures, this would've been a lot bloodier.

Good thing, too. No need to stain my suit.

BOOM!

Reginald turned to see the area where his master and his swarm were engulfed in an explosion….

Evidently, his master decided to blow himself up to rid himself of the constructs.

Reginald sighed. "Was that really necessary, sir?"

A cough was heard in the smoke. "Y-Yes."

The smoke cleared to reveal a wounded Jason. There were several gashes and third degree burns all over his body that were being healed by his healing factor. The idiot stretched his arms, an audible crack being heard.

"You really shouldn't blow yourself up, sir."

"I'll be fine. Besides, I know what I can and can't take."

"No you don't, sir."

"…But I learn."

"No. You don't."

Jason deadpanned. "Good to know you have complete faith in my ability to learn, buddy."

Reginald smirked, then turned towards Winter. "Quite an interesting ability you have, Miss Schnee. Can you create any other constructs?"

Winter narrowed her eyes. "Indeed…why don't I show you?"

Another construct appeared next to her…this time a Beowolf. It roared at the two intruders.

Reginald tilted his head. "Hmm…might I ask why you create Grimm of all things?"

"This is an ability that only the Schnee family possesses," Winter responded. "We are able to summon those we have slain to battle. I've slain many Grimm, therefore I have many constructs at my disposal."

Reginald eyed the Beowolf. "…How ironic. You use the very beasts that wish to destroy Humanity so that they may aid you in battle. That must certainly surprise any opponent you face, be it Human, Faunus, or Grimm."

"Indeed, it does," Winter said, then pointed her dagger at them. "ATTACK!"

The Beowolf roared and charged at the duo. Jason drew one of his Bowie knives, but Reginald raised a hand to stop him.

"Allow me, sir."

Reginald calmly walked towards the charging Grimm construct. The beast roared and leaped towards Reginald, its mouth wide open for a bite. Reginald simply held out his arm so that the construct bit down on it. The creature thrashed its mouth about, but Reginald did not budge. He swung his arm up, lifting the Grimm in the air, and slammed it onto a table, breaking it.

The creature roared in anger and quickly righted itself. It swung its claw towards him, but Reginald caught it with his hand.

"I believe it's time I tested one of my new body's features."

He stretched his arm towards the Grimm construct, palm facing forward. The circular lens on his palm began to glow. The construct growled in confusion…before a blast of energy shot out, sending the creature flying across the room.

Jason gawked. "…You gave yourself repulsor blasts!"

Reginald grinned. "Indeed, I did."

"…Can you do a Unibeam?"

"Of course. My former vessel wasn't added into my body just as an escape route, sir."

"…Please use it."

"It is not necessary right now, sir." The Grimm construct rose to its feet and charged again. "Only for emergencies."

The Grimm construct leaped at Reginald again. The A.I. simply held his arms out and grabbed the creature. He placed his palm directly onto the lower jaw, increased the output in energy, and fired a concentrated repulsor blast. It pierced the creature through the skull, killing it and causing it to dissipate.

Reginald dusted off any particles that got on his suit and turned to Winter.

"I believe it is best you let us go, before you wear yourself out."

Winter glared and removed her sword from the ground. "You two are not going anywhere. Now your opponent is me."

Reginald sighed. "Again, I cannot harm a lady."

She smirked. "That is your downfall."

With a shout, she sped towards him, sword raised to pierce his chest and dagger poised for a second strike.

"…However."

Metal wires spread out from his fingers, wrapping themselves around Winter's arm's and legs, ceasing her charge and restraining her.

She struggled against the wires. "LET ME GO THIS INSTANT!"

"Please do not struggle. While I won't harm a lady, I will not be held responsible for when said lady decides to struggle against rather sharp wires."

She ceased her struggle and paled.

"No worries, Miss Schnee. I do not have you restrained enough so that they may cut you. Only to make sure you don't attack again."

She scoffed. "You believe me unable to attack, but you're sadly mistaken."

She dropped her dagger, and a glyph appeared in her hand. Reginald's eyes widened as a roar was heard behind him. He turned his head as another Beowolf construct leaped towards him, claws outstretched and ready to try and tear him apart….

Until his master appeared between the construct and Reginald, his double-barreled shotgun poised and ready.

"And stay back!"

BOOM!

Jason fired the weapon at the Grimm, sending it flying back a ways. When the Grimm tried to get up, Jason teleported once again towards it, stuck the barrel of the gun into the constructs mouth, and pulled the trigger.

BOOM!

The constructs head was no more, its body evaporating.

Jason turned to face Reginald and smiled. "Got your back, buddy."

Reginald smiled himself, though that quickly went away when a growl from Winter was heard.

"I can still summon other Grimm constructs to help me, and it's not like I've only ever slain Beowolves and small Nevermores. I have several types of Grimm at my disposal, so if I were you two, I'd surrender now before you dig your graves any deep-."

CRASH!

Winter was silenced by another ceiling light crashing onto her head, effectively knocking her unconscious.

"A tad anticlimactic," Reginald stated. "But I'll take it."

"You say anticlimactic, I say lucky."

Reginald chuckled. "Of course, sir."

He gently laid Miss Schnee beside the still unconscious old man, making sure she was comfortable.

He turned to his master. "Well, now that that's dealt with, I believe it is best we be on our way."

Jason nodded. "Agreed…after we erase the security footage."

"Will that even matter, sir? Miss Schnee knows what we look like."

"…"

"…"

"…Eh. We'll cross that bridge when we get to it. Besides, considering what they're doing here is top secret, I don't think they'll want to let out that this base was broken into by two people. Plus, so long as we do nothing else, we should be good."

"Very well, sir."

Both Jason and Reginald left for the elevator, but not before the latter took one last look at where Penny was "sleeping".

We'll meet again someday, Miss Penny.

He was sure of this.


The idiot and A.I. stood inside an airship they stowed away on that was currently on its way back to Vale.

Reginald took the time to inspect his new body through a mirror. The A.I. opened and closed his hands so that he could properly get a feel for it. He opened and closed his mouth, then blinked several times.

I could get used to this.

He ran a hand over his green hair and looked over his suit to be sure there were no other infractions.

I suppose this means that Genos would look good in a suit…though I hope he won't mind that I took after his appearance.

The odds of ever seeing the cyborg again were astronomically low…but it's best to expect anything.

"Reginald?"

The A.I. turned to see his master walking towards him.

"How's the body?"

Reginald looked at his hands again. "…It's quite nice, sir. I look human now…hopefully I can feel human as well."

Jason picked up on the sad tone in the A.I.'s voice.

He sighed. "Reginald…do you remember what I said to you when we first met?"

"…"

"I said that you were your own person."

"I'm an A.I., sir."

"My point…is that you may be an A.I., but you're more human than you lead yourself to believe. You can think for yourself, you can laugh, chuckle, groan, sigh-."

"All of that was simply programmed into me."

"You can feel emotion. Sure, it's been mostly frustration and annoyance aimed towards me, but you've felt other emotions. In fact, I bet you felt excited when we were closer to getting you a body."

"…" Reginald conceded the point.

"Besides, look at the Terminator, the Bicentennial Man, even Robocop! The Terminator was able to learn how to feel, the Bicentennial Man literally made himself human, and Robocop still had his humanity left in him despite mostly being machine."

Reginald pursed his lips in thought.

"You're as human as the rest of us, buddy. And don't let anyone else tell you otherwise."

Reginald smiled. "If you say so, sir."

Jason grinned. "Good, now come on. The ships about to dock."

Jason turned and left for the exit ramp. Reginald took one last look at himself in the mirror before following.

Even though I still have some doubts, perhaps he's right.

He stood beside Jason as the exit ramp began to lower.

Maybe some time using this body will help cease these doubts I have.

Reginald resolved to clear the doubts he had in his mind. And he would do it by his master's…his friend's side.


Reginald Sinclair Bio


Name – Reginald Sinclair

Theme – "War Machine" by AC/DC

Age – 17 (Physically); 6 (Chronologically)

Race – Artificial Intelligence

Gender – Male

Place of Birth – Marvel Earth (from the Marvel Movies; Stark Tower)

Height – 5'10"

Hair color – Green

Eye color – Black sclera with green irises

Appearance – Mostly takes after Genos from One Punch Man, only without the arms, and has synthetic skin all over his body rather than look like a cyborg. Also has different colored hair, irises and eyebrows.

Clothing – He wears the attire of a butler: white wing collar shirt, grey vest, black tie, black morning coat, cufflinks, white gloves (which had small, barely noticeable holes at the tip of each finger, and circular openings at the palms, revealing a glass lens), grey striped trousers, and black dress shoes.

Accessories – A pocket watch he keeps on his person, mostly for appearances, though he'll use it from time to time.

Weapon(s) – Repulsor Blasts, Unibeam, Metal wires that extend from his fingers, and a secret arsenal meant for emergencies (which will be revealed later), just like the Unibeam. Whether he gets his own weapon like other Huntsmen/Huntresses is debatable.

Personality – Reginald is the typical butler. He does what he is asked to do while looking after Jason. He is a gentleman first and foremost, meaning he is polite and courteous to others…oh, and he won't harm a lady…fun times ahead on that regard. He does have his moments of humor, such as getting into playful banter with Jason.

Semblance – Considering how Penny hasn't been made clear as to have an artificial Semblance to go with her artificial Aura, this will remain as "No Semblance" for the time being.

Ability – He is able to fly like Iron Man, and has incredible strength and speed since he has a robot body. Like Iron Man, he can generate a force field, yet he must stay in place for it to remain active. Like Iron Man (and possibly Genos), he has several other hidden weapons that have yet to make an appearance.

Bio – He was created as a copy of the A.I. JARVIS, now known as Vision. He was made so that he could help decipher the controls of the ship that had abducted Jason Jones. Once he did, he informed Jason that all coordinates of any worlds visited, including his own, were erased, making it impossible to determine where Jason's home world is. Saddened at first, Jason decides to explore other worlds, hoping someday he'll find his. Reginald accompanies him and makes sure he doesn't get into any trouble…which still happens, but Reginald just deals.

Likes – Acting like a gentleman, proper etiquette, reading novels, gaining knowledge

Dislikes – Rudeness, crude language, any time Jason does something that gets them into trouble, being referred to as a machine


A/N: And finally we're done!

The characters have been shown, the foundation set. Now, at last, we can get to the plot of the story!

Hope you all have enjoyed the characters that I've introduced. They'll certainly make an impact on Remnant (one already having done so) as we go through canon for the most part, though whether canon remains the same or not with these four around is yet to be seen. Events may or may not go as planned. Still fleshing that out a bit.

One thing I'll say is that these four have pasts that'll come back to haunt them: two made known, the others not so much.

I'm not sure how long this story will be in regards to RWBY. Maybe I'll end it with Volume 3. Maybe I'll continue it through to Volume 4. Or perhaps I'll just keep writing along with the series until it ultimately ends.

I do have a plan for the first option, while the other two will simply wait until those Volumes come out in the distant future.

Fair warning: I saw how some writers tend to have an opening theme written out, and it's either the RWBY opening theme or another…so I'm going to be doing that.

There will be two: one for the Volume 1 arc, and the second for the rest of the story. The second had already been decided. It'll be from an anime…not saying which one since it would spoil the rest of the story. The first…I actually don't know. I was too focused writing the second one to choose a song for the first arc. I'll probably just use the Volume One opening because reasons.

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