Alright, after a bit of a pause, here we are. So aura is a thing, as it helps explain some stuff in both Monster Hunter, such as just about all of the LS' specials and the charge for just about all other weapons. That also brings into question semblances, which can take the form of skills, augment-able by armor of course. Like the whole being angry when red health being present and stuff. Anyway, we'll worry about it later. Also, who do you guys want the main perspective to be, cause right now its set to alternate between characters seemingly at random. Anyway, I'll just get started.

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And may Monty Oum be forever unbound by death.


Astera.

Beachhead into the New World.

This was where humanity got it's foothold. Here is where the First Fleet landed forty years earlier, and four others followed.

The place was made up of a mass of hollowed out, husks of ships that made up the Fleets before, with the large frame of one covering the Trade Yard. Aged, yet sturdy wood made up the flooring, which held the Trade Yard and all of its occupants above a small crevasse, through which a waterfall flowed. Stairs of the same wood ascended to the upper levels of this Hunters playground, joining together the Forge, Canteen, and Gathering Hub.

While this was all well and good, A more direct route to wherever one needs to go would be through the Lift, a series of three chain apparatuses littered with hooks and footholds that gave a much quicker ascent to those who sought it.

The Forge was a large, circular room sitting above the Trade Yard. The sweltering heat emanated from the large forge sitting in its center was not as uncomfortable as one would think it to be toasty even. A massive bellow sticks into its side, the pace at which it fans the fire controlled by an iron handle connected into the shadows of the ceiling. A large conveyor belt constantly pushes fresh equipment in front of the Smithy. The Smithy was a large, tanned man, whose bald head adorned an eye patch over one of his eyes. His red beard reached down to his tone chess and goggles hung from his neck. A leather jacket that revealed said chest ended in a pair of leather gloves, and a metal slinger rested on his left wrist. Finally, an apron hung from just above his abdomen, ending at the mid thigh.

Next was the Canteen. Run by one Meowscular Chef (Damnit Yang), this palico stood around five foot even, with a broken, yet deadly sharp Great Sword sitting holstered on his back. A red bandanna accented in gold was wrapped around his head, his ears still standing underneath. In front of him stood a long, stone hot-plate that he used to cook the meals of all who came. A massive roast sat behind him in an even much more massive open, stone oven that had a shape resembling a cats head. Beside this was a stone smoker that a palico worker was blowing air into to upkeep the temperature. On the other side of the oven was another worker stirring a massive amount of soup that sat in a large, cast iron pot. Adorning this worker was a white wrap around its head, and a pair of oven mitts on its hands.

Finally, above it all sat the Gathering Hub. The Gathering hub was made up of the hollowed out husk of what was once the Celestial Pursuit. The Flag Ship of the First Fleet.

The center of this ship was adorned by a large cask, with nozzles that split in four different directions. Each one aimed at one of the four tables that surrounded it. Across from the entry point to the ship was a small bar which was run by two maidens that worked as handlers for Quests and Arena Quests. The original quarters for the Leaders of the First still stood, in which is now a revered stain glass window depicting the Sapphire star and the moon cycles. Its golden shine lit up the entirety of the quarters, and many came to simply take in its splendor for a short amount of time. The upper deck had a large gong and a pair of small round tables adorned by a small lamp and surrounded by four chairs.


"That concludes the tour of Astera. Your quarters are accessible from the Celestial Pursuit, the bridge connecting the Forge and the Canteen, and the small doorway leading below the Trade Yard you see before you." Field Team Leader, Winter Schnee, said as she looked over the assortment of new hunters before her. A brunette with red tipped hair was giggling at something with her blonde maned companion. Off to the side, a different blonde with a sword and shield was discussing something fervently with THE Pyrrah Nikos, who just laughed at whatever plagued the poor boy. A boy with raven hair (which had a peculiar pink streak) listened with an almost imperceptible smile to the small redhead that seemed to buzz in place with excitement. Finally, her own younger sister stood near the very front, a broad smile plastered on her face as she watched Winter give her speech.

"We have spent a lot of time assessing teams before today and as such you have been assigned to teams of four. For more information, regard the paper we handed out before commencing the tour. Please help with unloading before settling into your quarters. You shall all be expected to be ready to perform at your best, lest your corpse prove your usefulness." Many paled once she concluded her speech as she herself could only inwardly grimace. She didn't like doing this to the newbies, yet she had to make them understand the danger present. To many had died underestimating the New World for her to not make it's danger clear.

Now that her speech had been given, and the hunters sent on their merry way, she went to report to the Commander.

Weiss was having a great day.

She was not only going to be able to see her elder sister for the rest of her remaining time in Astera, if she didn't stay there permanently. The tour had been grand, and the symbol of the Azure Star had been absolutely stunning to her. It meant so much for her to be able to be there at all, let alone make a name for herself and her family. So she moved about to be reacquainted with the members of the older fleets, such as the Researcher Peter Port, who for all his short stature and vast knowledge could somehow bore a Rajang to a state of comatose with his tales of youth and splendor. The lack of the Third Fleet members was worrying, bu she could focus on that later. So she moved an acquainted herself with the Field Managers and some of the other A-listers, such as a pair who seemed troubled by something. Even her sister was sent to the Ancient Forest gates before Weiss could move to speak with her about life in the New World. So she moved on in her mental list of things to do. She had done what she had needed to do, and the tour knocked off anything else that would have taken any significant amount of time. Now, she just had to introduce herself to her team, as she would surely be made leader of.

That was what she thought until she actually looked at the paper given to her by her sister, upon which was the list of her team members in arranged with the leaders at the fore, and at the fore was not her name. No, in its stead was a name that registered no recognition, no knowledge of skill or even personality.

For instead of her name, it listed one Ruby Rose.


Ruby Rose was having a pretty great day. She was now, officially, a Huntress. At least if her new license was anything to go by.

Not only that, but she was a Huntress of the New World, with a complimentary slinger and cage of scout flies to boot. Her H.B.G. had received a look over and signal of approval from THE Hephastus Nikos, Smithy extraordinaire and master of the New World Craft. Then, she finds out that the one to be making all her cookies from now on is an adorable Meowscular (Shut it Yang) Cat! So, yeah, her day has been pretty awesome.

That is, until she looks at the paper given to her by the Field Team Leader, some crabby woman with white hair.

For that paper listed HER as honorary leader of team RWBY, and her partner was to be someone named Weiss Schnee.

So now she had gone from feeling as though she had won a lifetime supply of chocolate chip cookies, to ending up with them all being raisin. Pretty much Armageddon levels of feeling bad right now. Now she was stuck with her sister latching onto her side as if trying to suffocate her as Ruby internally had a meltdown.

"Yaaaang! Let's just get to our quarters already! We're supposed to be sharing with seven other people, even if we are in teams of four." This had been a surprise for them as well, as two teams were assigned to each room. Each room had four sets of bunk beds, a path to a training room, a round table that sat eight people, and one palico caretaker. Nothing crazy, but sharing a room with her team and some team named JNPR would take some getting used to. She could only hope there would be no guys, but the Caretaker had said to get used to changing in front of others, so that would be… interesting to say the least.

Her sister seemed elated about how things had worked out, as hypocritical as it seemed given how adamant she had seemed that she should "spread her wings". Although the risk of them not being teamed together was high, it hadn't worked out as such, and thus she had at least one anchor to rest on. Two, now that she thought about it. Blake Belladonna was on her team, and they had been fast friends. She seemed cool, a bit on edge but they had just been attacked by a walking volcano, so it was understandable to say the least. She just hoped she'd be able to relax and settle into the team.

She hoped that for all her teammates and the other team as well. That they could relax and become the best of friends, and maybe be the best two teams to ever grace the face of Remnant.

But yeah, best of friends.