New Chapter! This is going to be more backstory focused. Hope you enjoy!
Several Years Ago, ONI Sword Base, Reach. 2552.
Noble Six walked up to his squad leader, Carter A-259.
"What is it Six?" Asked Carter.
"I was wondering. Were there any Spartans in Alpha like me? Lone Wolf operators?" Asked the Spartan, voice tinged with curiosity.
"There were a couple. But there was only one on your calibre." He responded.
"Who was he?"
"His name was Oliver A-019. The Wraith. He spent so much time behind enemy lines; he was almost non-existent from… anything. Just talk of his name was enough to make any Insurrectionist or Covie shudder. Of course, these were only rumours, but most of them were true. He would enter a bustling stronghold leave a ghost town. And the fact that he's still active is a testament to his skill. Noble is a team, but he's on his own. And yet, his kill count his higher than Jun's, Emile's, and mine put together. He's like you, a hyper-lethal vector."
Noble Six stood in shock. This was an operator on his level, and maybe even ABOVE it.
"Where is he now?"
"They saddled him with some Cat IIs from Beta and Gamma, which I hear is out of basic training now. Apparently there are talks of him heading the upcoming Omega and Theta companies, if everything goes well."
It was at this point Emile A-239 walked over.
"Ollie? That guy was a monster. He always found new and creative ways to kill someone. Whether it is with a musty old book, or a charging cable, he could kill a man. And despite all this, he was the most talkative out of all of us." He said. "Hey, Jun! Remember that joke Ollie made about Jaclyn's Mom? Brutal!"
"Yeah I do, she spent the next three hours trying to bust his balls, but then settled for mine." The sniper responded, with a tinge of pain on his face.
"He was always the one to cheer us up." Said Carter, with a rare grin. "We botch up a mission? He was there to pick us up."
Six just nodded.
"Alright. I want Noble ready and on deck in 5. We're making for Halsey's Evac ship."
"Yes, Sir!"
"My Balls still ache."
"SHUT UP!"
Remnant, present day.
Ollie walked down the hall to the dorms. It was immediately after the little meeting with Ozpin's team. Sighing, he opened the door to the dorms. Everyone else was off on lunch-break, so he could spend an hour alone, and in peace. He played guitar for a little bit, the familiar riff filling the room, and spent the rest of the hour tuning up his armour. Being worth more than an entire UNSC Frigate, it required constant maintenance. Screws loose, a detached wire, clogged filters, things like that.
It was then, that Weiss Schnee walked in. She looked upon him with disdain before speaking.
"Alright, I'm gonna get this out of the way, I don't like you. At all. You come off as crass, unprofessional, and arrogant." She said with hatred lining her voice.
"Really? If you want to be honest with me, then I'll be honest with you. I see an untrusting,overly confident, VERY arrogant spoiled little brat, who's been broken a few too many times."
"How dare you?!"
"No, how dare YOU? You just walked up to me, scoffed and told me how much you hated me… *sigh* Ok, we just started out on the wrong foot. I'm sorry, so can you tell me what's wrong?"
Weiss sighed as well, before exploding again.
"What's wrong? WHAT'S WRONG? First I get saddled with a CHILDISH EXCUSE of a leader, and just as I'm beginning to adjust to that, one of my teammates reveals that she was a part of an organization that killed so many of my friends and family?! And the 'leader' backs the traitor up! And now I get a incompetent fifth teammate that I never wanted! You tell me what's wrong!"
"Ugh. Please calm down. Do you know what's wrong? Your attitude. You think Blake's a traitor? In my mind, you're the traitor for being so cold and untrusting of your teammates. What will you do if Blake's life is in danger, and you're the only one who can save her? You just refusing her apologies and giving her nothing but grief and hatred is almost like putting a gun up to her head. You call Ruby a pitiful leader? I've seen 50 year olds who've had years of experience flub through engagements by the skin of their teeth, while that girl is the reason some of you are still alive. Don't you see that? You should reconsider where you stand, because your ideals have no ground." He said, with a cold decisiveness. Every word was thought out, and all of them punched clean holes through her argument.
Weiss just stood her ground, like the stubborn girl she was.
"Well do you know how I felt? I've been to over 20 funerals at the age of 17 because of that girl's degenerate friends! Do you know what it's like to have your family killed off before you? To be truly alone? Do you even have feelings, you ROBOT?!" She yelled, louder than before.
Ollie sighed again. "Yes, I do know what loneliness is like. More so than anything."
ONI Sword Base, Reach. 2552.
"Sir, about Oliver A-019, what type of training did he do? I know all Category IIs had tough training, but he must've had something else happening." Asked Noble Six. They were all sitting in the back of a cramped Warthog, considering all the other troop carriers we're either running on fumes, up at the front, or burning wrecks.
"He had some really intense training. He and a few others were put through R.A.I.D. Training, which stands for Revolutionary Attack Infiltration and Defense Training. During Cat II training, they would be pulled away after breakfast, and one time they even disappeared for a whole month." Carter replied.
"What happened?" Asked Six.
"Emile?"
The aforementioned Spartan spoke up. "I heard this from my buddy Kyle, who was in the same program, afterwards, but they locked them up in Midnight."
Six was dumbfounded. "Midnight? As in Midnight Facility?"
"Yep. They locked us all up in there for a few days to help bolster our mental states, but they locked Ollie in there for a whole month. Upside down, in a straightjacket with a small crate of rations to last 31 days. They spent the first hour getting out of the straightjacket, the next fifteen days pacing, and next five days slumped over, almost comatose, and the last few days crying. Midnight has that effect on people. You just get this sense of dread. You just sit there. And wait for nothing. It's not like living alone in the wilderness, because out there, you at least have some companionship in the form of nature. In Midnight, you sit in silence. There's nothing except for the thick slab of heavy metal between you and another dark hallway filled with more slabs of metal." Emile continued.
"Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in this petty pace from day to day." Interjected Jun.
"Exactly." Carter added finally.
"A whole month? I was only in there for a week." Said Six.
"Which was why he came out changed. Everything he did had a steely, stiff feeling to it. He had transformed into the cold killing machine that ONI needed. The last thing I remember about him was when we all got on the Pelican to get up to the frigate, he just stayed behind. No jokes, just a salute and a wave. A sort of calmness was emanating from around him, like he had resigned to his fate. But even his salutes said 'everything will be alright.' And so that was the last we saw of him." Said Carter sadly. "It was almost a tragedy."
Six nodded. "Well let's focus on the mission. Sir, the Evac Ship is about five minutes away. Your orders?"
Carter physically loosened up, while his voice stiffened. "We go in hard and fast. Clear out any Covies you see. Jun, give us overwatch, Emile, you and Six go in with me. Those bastards are as good as dead."
"Yes, Sir!"
Remnant, Present Day.
"I know the feeling better than anyone."
"Well, have you ever had to watch as your family members are buried one after the other?"
"My whole family is dead. Both my biological one, and my family in the military. All killed by marauders from afar. My home was razed, and I watched as it was burned to the ground. I have waded through blood to get to where I am today. And you think that watching a few family members die one at a time is bad? Imagine watching your whole life burn down before you, with the corpses of everyone you knew as fuel for the flames. You think you see through me? Well I see through you." He said, his sharp tongue slashing any attempt or chance at a comeback.
"I.. u-uh…" Weiss tried to get something out, but she was at an utter loss for words. "Well, there is no way that something like that could've happened to you, when everything could've been broadcasted live on the CCT! We could've sent help!" She bit back, slightly dishevelled.
"And let the whole world see what an 'amazing' job the 'mighty' kingdoms were doing protecting its people? Yeah right. Because if they did, the whole world would stand by and watch as their glass houses shattered around them." Ollie said, with a hint of malice tracing his voice.
This took Weiss aback, but the Spartan kept pushing.
"So you sit around in your big mansions and secret hideaways, safe from the terrors of the world, while you send soldiers in mission after mission, and sure, you win. But you can be damn sure that not everyone makes it out."
More silence.
"They were only 15 when they were sent in. Children. Highly trained, to be sure, but children. They went in with only one thing on their mind. The objective. They destroyed what needed to be destroyed, but evac never came. And so, they were picked off. One after the other. Body after body fell, as bullets flew every which way, and explosions rocked the landscape. They were only 15, and yet the top brass sent them in, as they deemed it a 'high-causality mission.' But I think of it as a Orwellian way to describe a death sentence. Do you understand?"
And for the first time, Weiss didn't have anything to say, no matter how hard she tried.
"I-I understand." She sputtered out.
"Good. Next time, try to take everything into account before judging someone. You aren't the whiny bitch like you make yourself out to be. You are a warrior, and a huntress. Remember that." Ollie finished, before returning to his work.
"W-What are you implying?" She asked.
"All I'm saying is to give Blake a chance. She is living proof that even broken people can change. As a huntress, prejudice is something you can't have. Got it?"
"Y-yes."
"Alright. I think we just got off on the wrong foot. But I really think you have the potential to be a really good person. You just have to live up that, and I think in time we can both come to an understanding about our different points of view as well. For now, let's just focus of giving Blake a chance. She's been through some rough shit as well, so just… have some empathy."
That's rich coming from me, the unstoppable murder machine. Thought Ollie darkly.
"Okay." Responded Weiss. "I'm still getting an off feeling about you, but I'll give Blake a chance. I gave Ruby a chance, so I can give Blake one as well. Thank you."
She gave a small smile and a nod before walking out of the dorm.
Well, lunchtime is over. Time for another three hours of Academics that I've already learned. Thought the Spartan as he suited back up and followed the heiress out of the dorm and back into the cruel world.
Alright! Another Chapter finished. This story has hit just over 30 followers now, and I want to thank you all for coming in to read my stories. I know this has been thrown around a lot on this site, but I really didn't expect this to be so popular. I know a lot of people like RWBY and Halo, but I really only expected a few of you to tune in every so often. You are spending time that could be used on something else to read my stories, and to me, that is the greatest honour I could ever receive. Thank you. I plan on continuing this story for a while, and thanks to the support I'm receiving, those plans are solidified even more so now. I'll see you all in the next chapter, and have a wonderful rest of your life.
Editor's/BETA's notes: Psihopatul here, yeah first chapter I started working on with awesome fellow Fan Fic Author here on FFN, there still might be some grammatical errors as I am not native English speaker but I've tried to help out with typos here and there as well as writing few suggestions for HC.G.
If you have suggestions for improving my work I am happy to listen to how I can improve myself as a BETA reader. Thank you in advance and See you good people in the next chapter with side of Good Huntings!
