Hello everyone, NicV here with another chapter for The New World.

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"The United States Navy. A global force for good. First founded in 1775, the U.S. Navy has come a long way from it's days as refitted two masted merchant ships and schooners. It is now the prime example of global power projection in the world. With a total of seven hundred ships, over three thousand seven hundred aircraft, and over three hundred thousand active duty personnel, it is the strongest, most powerful military force to have ever been conceived. It's origins can be traced back to the Continental Navy during the American Revolutionary War, a war that would give birth to one of the strongest nations on planet Earth. With the world's largest carrier fleet, the U.S. Navy maintains the mission to protect and defend the United States and her allies right to move freely on the oceans and to protect her against her enemies"


Kingdom of Vale

Patch Island

Main Commercial Plaza

Time: 0940 (9:45 AM)

Fifteen minutes.

Fifteen whole minutes to pry Leading Seaman Jarvis Lorrie from a manga store containing text that he couldn't even read.

Fifteen minutes.

"Alright boy and girl," said Jarvis Lorrie, the manga fanatic, "where should we bring our merry selves next?"

"I'm hungry"

"We have no money"

"Well do you have a better plan, Miss Verd?"

The trio of sailors continued conversing as they stepped out of the store, trying to figure out where they should go next, considering they didn't have any money. Reluctantly and with a bit of grief, they decided to mooch off some easily impressionable business owner and mooch off their kindness by using their actions at Beacon situation to somehow gain their sympathy and maybe get some free stuff in the process.

That or they could steal. Something that Samantha of all people suggested.

"Steal? Sammie are you serious?"

"It was just a suggestion, Charlie!"

"I don't like mooching off people's kindness either but stealing from them is a bit much"

"Hey, Charles, isn't that the white girl whose friend you patched up back at the castle?"

He immediately turned around, eyes scanning for said white girl. "What? Where?"

"You turned around so fast, I'd say you're desperate. Over there, following some older guy, probably her daddy or whatever judgin' by his suit"

Charlie's eyes tracked to where Jarvis was pointing, right to a sad and sullen looking "white girl" following a stern looking "white man" that appeared to be her father. Both were dressed in immaculate white clothes, the father having some snowflake emblazoned on his left shoulder.

"Oh yeah, it is her- oh god!"

Charles was knocked over by a short, stout man carrying two bags from some retail store.

He immediately got up and helped Charles up with an outstretched hand, picking up the two bags during the process.

"Are you alright?" the short man asked, "I am so sorry for knocking you over, my sincerest apologies to you, mister...?"

"Charles, just Charles," the sailor coughed out.

"Once again, my sincerest apologies to you, Mister Charles"

"It's fine, really"

It was then that Klein Sieben noticed the uniform that the man in front of him and the companions surrounding him wore. A United States Navy Working Uniform Type I.

Klein's eyes lit up in awe, in awe of being in the presence of one of the sailors who worked aboard such grand ships. The whole thing reminded him of his days before entering service under Jacques Schnee as a caretaker, his days as a young man toughing it out on the cold seas of Atlas, catching fish and fighting off the occasional Kraken or Serpent. No matter how rare it was, every time one of those big Grimms appeared, it always brought a rush of adrenaline, of excitement.

"You all must be sailors aboard those magnificent ships of yours!" Klein yelled out.

"Uhh, yes but it's nothing to-" Charles was viciously shoved aside, Jarvis picking up where he cut Charles off and giving Klein a wide grin.

"Why yes we are! We are sailors of the USS Pericles, one of those 'magnificent' ships currently docked at this island's beautiful port!"

"Amazing, simply amazing!"

"Yes, it is quite amazing mister...?"

"Oh my! Forgive me, I haven't even introduced myself!" The man put the two bags down and made a grand show of bowing to the group of sailors.

"Klein Sieben, of the Schnee Dust Company, at your service!"

"Charlie Wickerson," Charlie said, nodding downwards.

"Samantha Verd," Sam said, giving a small wave.

"And the leader of this little group, Leading Seaman Jarvis Lorrie! At your service as well, Mister Sieben. But please, call me Jarvis, all my friends do"

At this, Klein blushed ever so slightly, flattered and amazed at the uniformity that the sailors in front of him displayed.

"Oh please, call me Klein"

"Klein then. Now, if you'd be so nice as to perhaps show my friends and I some quarter..."

Oh no, he's going right for the clincher...

"... it would be greatly appreciated..."

And he's even using Beacon as an excuse...

"you see our engagement at Beacon has left us with some quite traumatic-"

A voice, sharp and authoritative, rang out.

"Mister Sieben!"

Klein, who was listening attentively to Jarvis's tirade and whose mind was on the verge of agreeing to all of Jarvis's demands, immediately turned around to face the source of the voice, Jacques Schnee.

The U.S. Navy sailors, sailors of the most powerful, best equipped, best trained Navy on planet Earth, gave a collective "oh shit."

After all, they were not exempt from the event of getting chewed out by superior officers.


"Mister Sieben!"

As Klein turned to face the voice, Charlie noticed that the white haired and well dressed man from earlier came power walking over, his apparent daughter in tow. She still looked down, but compared to earlier she seemed a bit happy that she had not yet left the mall and was still in the area where her friends were. Probably also because of the bags that Klein was holding, if the way she looked at them was any indication.

"Mister Sieben," began the white haired man, "I assumed that you would follow us after making sorry apologies to that group of ruffians that my daughter calls her friends. And why do you still have those bags? I thought you would pick up on my notion for you to trash that garbage immediately"

Damn, what an asshat. Worse than the instructor back at Academy.

"I apologize-" but Klein was ruthlessly cut off.

"Of course you apologize. It's all I ever observe you doing out in public. We run on a pinpoint schedule, Klein Sieben, and this little minute delay has shifted things by an order of magnitude"

Doubt it.

It was then that Weiss recognized the group of people Klein was standing in front of, and seemingly just had a conversation with until he was interrupted by her father. Specifically, Weiss identified the young man standing next to the young woman as the same man who was at Beacon, the very same sailor who attended to Yang's severed arm and even attempted to help Ruby.

"Previous commands still stand, Klein," spoke Jacques in a much calmer but still authoritative voice, "Dispose of those rags"

And to Charlie's horror yet delight, and to Weiss's amazement, Jarvis spoke up against the Schnee head.

"Hey, sorry to interrupt your lil' tirade, but my buddy Klein and I here was havin' quite a nice conversation until you decided to interrupt us"

The white haired man turned to look at Jarvis, his eyes roaming all over him, taking in features and possible attributes. He especially noted the uniform and his two comrades next to him.

"I was simply speaking to my... associate and reminding him of our minute schedule and the importance of it. I hope that you can understand, mister...?"

"Jarvis Lorrie. Call me Mister Lorrie," Jarvis's eyes locked onto the Schnee's, initiating a fierce staring contest.

"Jacques Schnee," said the now known Jacques Schnee with an aristocratic and British-like voice, "Of the Schnee Dust Company"

Great, a corporate man...

The two men shook hands, continuing to stare each other down, not even bothering to look at their handshake as both men telegraphed the action perfectly. Standing straight and tall, like a sailor would when manning the rails, the two continued their little contest, trying to exert dominance in a silent conversation.

Klein picked up the bags and began walking to the nearest trash can. Charlie decided to follow after him, noticing that the white haired girl was watching him quite closely.

"Here, let me help you with that," Charlie took the two bags from Klein, who relinquished them rather easily.

"Thank you, Mister Wickerson I really do not want to throw these away, but my superior demands it. You understand, right? Commanding officers and whatnot on board those grand ships of yours?"

"Yes, I can understand. And relate," Charlie nodded his head in affirmation.

Just then, Klein had a breakthrough. Stopping his walk and making sure that Jacques was still preoccupied, he threw an arm around Charlie's neck and whispered to him in a low, rushed tone.

"On second thought, perhaps you could hold on to them? I know that the young miss probably will not appreciate me giving these away to you, but I hope that she'll find solace in knowing that they weren't wasted. Do you have a girlfriend perhaps? Maybe she'll like these clothes"

"Oh, uhh, I mean, I don't really-" but Klein cut him off there.

"Great! Thank you, Mister Wickerson, I truly appreciate your cooperation"

"But I don't have a girlfriend-"

"Is Miss Verd not your significant other?"

"N-no, we've never spoken much-"

"Then friends at home? Oh, whatever, just take care of them. And if you really cannot hold onto them, please come to the Bullhead terminals"

"Where's that?"

"Near the docks, oh you can't miss it. The place with all the Bullheads and Dropships moving to and from, though I am sure your own aircraft shadow them easily"

"Uhh, thanks?"

"No, Mister Wickerson, thank you"

"Please, call me Charlie-"

But Klein was already walking off, following his superior who had apparently lost the silent battle of masculinity and was storming out of the mall, trying to retain as stoic as possible. His daughter followed close behind, Klein already telling her of what he had actually done with the clothes.

"Man, that guy was an asshole!"

"Agreed"

His fellow sailors were walking over to him, talking about the rudeness of the man and his treatment of his employee.

"I could feel it in the air, the stench of that guy's rottenness. His guards had it around them too, made me want to clock one o' 'em right in the face"

"Agreed"

It was then that Jarvis noticed Charlie was holding two bags from a retail store that was apparently for women, judging by the feminine looks of the bags.

"Uhh, any of you two come in a," Charlie pulled out a random garment, a white-blue cardigan, "a size small?"

Two hands went up.


Kingdom of Vale

Patch Island

Main Commercial Plaza

Time: 1000 (10:00 AM)

As Charlie pulled out Weiss's clothes, the group of sailors were completely unaware of one cape-wearing, 5"1, fifteen year old girl watching them.

With her big silver eyes.

"Ruby," Ren tried to pull her out of her unconscious gazing, "stop that. It is rude to stare, especially toward the people from those ships"

She continued to stare.

Which one of them is the leader?

She looked towards the young man holding the bags from Carmen Ross.

He seems like leader material, but I'm having second thoughts.

Trying to find some rank designation, she moved her eyes towards the sole woman of the group.

No chevrons or stars... wait, they don't use Atlas ranking, forgot about that.

There was a small part of Ruby that made her think that the one lady in the group of sailors was actually the higher ranking officer, and that the two men reported directly to her.

Then again, that small portion of Ruby was the same portion that remembered vaguely some details from one of Blake's books, Ninjas of Love.

Maybe they're into that?... Nah...?

She turned to the one other male in the group, the loud and seemingly very friendly sailor who raised his hand when the other male pulled out the white-blue cardigan that Weiss bought.

No self respecting leader would ever volunteer to wear such a feminine article of clothing, no matter how much of a statement it makes.

"Ruby," Ren succeeded this time in pulling her from her gaze, causing Ruby to stutter and step on her own words.

Ren ignored her gibberish and went right to the point. "It appears as though those sailors received the bag that that short man earlier had taken. Perhaps we should retrieve it?"

"H-huh? Oh! Oh, yea, w-we should"

Walking towards them she was starting to hear their conversation, though it was a very strange dialect she understood it nonetheless.

"... Why would you even raise your hand in the first place if-"

"Hello!"

The group stopped their conversation immediately, turning to face Ruby. The way they all turned so methodically and so simultaneously sort of unnerved Ruby, prompting Ren to initiate.

"Hello," Ren gave a small bow, "we just noticed that you're in possession of one of our friend's belongings"

"Oh, these are your-"

"Yeah," Nora interrupted, quite savagely, "so fork 'em over"

"I'm sorry?" the blonde haired sailor replied, looks of astonishment on their faces.

Ren quickly came to the rescue, "Please, excuse my friend's words. We just noticed that that short, stout man from earlier gave you one of our friend's belongings, and we'd like to take them back to her"

"Oh," the man holding the bags shoved the cardigan back inside, handing them over to Ren, "Here. Hope you can find your friend, she was the white haired one right?"

Ren nodded in confirmation. At this point, Ruby had already recovered and decided that it would be now or never in regards to fulfilling her mother's wishes.

"E-excuse me, uhh, which one of your here is the higher ranking officer?"

At this, Jarvis narrowed his eyes, street smarts kicking in in his mind. "Who's askin'?" Jarvis questioned, in his toughest and gruffest voice possible.

"R-Ruby Rose, sir!"

Jarvis leaned down and looked hard at Ruby, who was currently in a perfect form of attention despite not serving in the armed forces. It was perfect form, textbook all throughout from the straight back to the feet at a forty-five degree angle. He imitated what he'd seen most marine instructors do when heavily inspecting a recruit; walking around Ruby with his hands clasped behind his back, yet never taking his eyes off her form, remaining silent all the while, emphasizing his calm breathing.

Stopping in front of her, he noticed she was sweating bullets at being inspected so intensely, he kept up the facade for all but a second more before he burst out in laughter.

"W-what?" Ruby broke her form, confused as to why Jarvis was laughing.

"Hey," Jaune said a little threateningly, making sure his eyes met Jarvis's.

"Oh relax, blondie. Just playin'," turning towards Ruby, he locked his eyes with hers and spoke clearly. "For someone who looks like they've never even set foot in a military base, that was the best form of attention I'd ever seen. Ruby Rose, right? What'd you need?"

"Uhh, a-are you the leader of this team?"

Why'd I say 'team', c'mon Ruby!

"Team? Well, I outrank these two by a bit but that doesn't really matter to me. I'm not an officer, Miss Rose, neither am I a non-commissioned officer"

"O-oh... But you still outrank them?"

"Yup," Jarvis made sure to pop the "p" in that.

"Is there any chance I could speak to your guys's leader?"

All eyes came bearing down on Ruby, suddenly very interested in what was going to happen next.

"Well..." Jarvis looked towards his associates, who simply shrugged their shoulders. "Well what for?"

"I, uhh, I can't really... It's hard to say"

Jarvis stayed silent.

"L-look, maybe if I can talk to your leader I can get something going? It'll be hard to believe at first, but maybe you can understand?"

"Now look, I can't really bring you to our Captain or Admiral like that unless you've got-" and then Jarvis remembered. Why they were even in town in the first place. He remembered the good Admiral's words.

"I am here to tell you that we are indeed not on Earth"

"As it stands, we may or may not be able to see our loved ones again"

"We are family"

"Uhh, hey, Jarvis buddy? You alright there?" Charlie shook his friend's shoulder, rousing him from his daydreams.

"Huh? Oh, ehyea, I'm fine," turning towards Ruby, he agreed to take her to their leader, no matter how cliche it sounded.

"Really? Oh, thank you! Really, you don't know how much this means to me!" Ruby tried to envelope the man in a death hug, but he quickly evaded it, sending her right towards Samantha.

I'll kill you in your sleep!

I didn't say I'd be sleeping in my bunk tonight yet, haven't I?

Sam, defeated in their silent battle of wits, resigned to the spine-crushing hug. Luckily, Ruby let go of her rather suddenly, casting her gaze upon Charlie. "Hey, you were at the Battle of Beacon, weren't you?"

"Yea, I was. Uhh, navy corpsmen"

"Core-men? You mean the guys with the red crosses and stuff?"

"Uhh, yea, a field medic of sorts"

"I wasn't able to thank you when you tied up my sister's arm. Thank you for that"

"Oh, yea, no problem. Part of the job," And then Charlie remembered a very dramatic part of the battle, something that he would never forget.

"Jumping into the air, she twisted her scythe in one broad stroke, wiping out a whole flock of minor Nevermores"

"Running right in the middle of a coiling King Taijitu, she stuck Crescent Rose in the ground and lashed her foot out into the King Taijitu's flesh. The speed at which she stopped herself and the momentum from grabbing onto Crescent Rose swung her in a small, super-sonic circle, her foot carving into the snake's flesh, rending it's scales open and killing it from having it's guts fly out"

"Digging Crescent Rose into the ground again, she swung herself across the battlefield, all the while switching Crescent Rose into it's sniper form and killing dozens of Grimm"

"Uhhhhh,"

"You alright there, Charles?"

"Huh? Yeah, I'm good. I'm... good"

Good is all I'll ever be compared to what I saw up there. Maybe even worse.

"Soooo, when can we meet the General? I mean Captain. I mean Admiral!" Ruby flubbed up the ranks, not used to the American system.

"Well, we were assigned leave today so," Samantha looked towards Jarvis. "We wanted to find something to do, or maybe even... eat, but since we didn't have any money, we were sort of just going to wander around"

"Your Kingdom does not use Lien?"

"Uhm, no we don't use Lee-en. Basically, we're broke"

"Oh... I see"

Ren stepped back, pushing Jaune in front of him.

And in a show of interactivity, Jaune actually invited the three sailors to join them.

"Oh, you really don't have to-" Jarvis cut in, lightly pushing Samantha out of the way.

"Really? Are you serious?! Oh, thank you! Thanks man, really, means a lot to us"

"It's fine. We can afford to have you with us"

With Weiss's bags in hand, and the sailors attached to their group, the seven made their way out of the crowded shopping complex, moving out towards the hotter yet the now less crowded streets of Patch.


7 September 2016

United States of America

Honolulu, Hawaii

Joint Base Pearl Harbor-Hickam

Time: 1300 (1:00 PM)

Pearl Harbor, Hawaii.

A location of great tragedy.

A location of great importance.

December 7th, 1941. A date which will live in infamy.

Known as Operation Z by the Imperial Japanese Navy Air Service, the attack on Pearl Harbor was a preventative action to keep the U.S. Pacific Fleet from interfering with Imperial Japanese operations in Southeast Asia. Over the next seven hours, similar attacks were carried out on other U.S. territories: the Philippines, Wake Island, and Guam. Even the British Empire would be hit, bases in Malaya, Singapore, and Hong Kong coming under attack like their American counterparts.

The skies of Pearl Harbor on that day would be filled with over 300 Imperial Japanese fighter planes, bombers, and torpedo planes from six aircraft carriers. Eight U.S. Navy battleships would be damaged, with four sunk. Three cruisers and three destroyers would be damaged or sunk. An AA training ship and a minelayer would be damaged or sunk. Almost 200 U.S. aircraft would be destroyed, with over 2000 Americans killed and over 1000 wounded. It would be a major tactical victory for Imperial Japan, and would set the United States of America on the warpath.

Today, September 7th, 2016. Never again would an attack like Pearl Harbor ever occur.

A Hornet flew in the skies, one modern fighter craft compared to the hundreds of prop planes back in the day.

"Pearl Harbor-Hickam approach, Silver, level fifteen thousand"

"Silver, Pearl Harbor-Hickam approach, turn right heading zero-nine-zero, descend and maintain nine thousand"

"Right zero-nine-zero, descend and maintain nine thousand, Silver"

It banked with a grace that little other craft could achieve, descending with control that no warbird of WWII could hope to match.

"Silver, turn right heading zero-nine-five, descend and maintain five thousand, slow to two-zero-zero knots"

"Turning right heading zero-nine-five, descend and maintain five thousand, slowing to two-zero-zero knots, Silver"

Banking right again, it decreased engine speed smoothly, exhibiting the skill of the pilot in handling their aircraft.

"Silver, intercept localizer runway zero-four left, clear ILS zero-four left"

"Cleared ILS zero-four left, Silver"

Descending, the pilot brought the craft down towards the runway, a clear shot in front of her.

"Pearl Harbor-Hickam Tower, Silver with you on localizer zero-four left"

"Silver, roger, cleared to land zero-four left"

"Cleared to land zero-four left, Silver"

A single McDonnell Douglas F/A-18 Hornet landed on the runway, gears down and flaps down to maximum depression. Upon hitting the asphalt, the aircraft's spoilers went up, further slowing down the Hornet. With the craft just above stall speed and less than a foot off the ground, the Hornet landed smoothly on the runway, with no bounces.

Yes, another smooth landing!

It taxied to it's assigned hangar, systems being shut down once it was parked inside. Immediately crews went to work on it, replacing hydraulics fluids and performing avionics and engine checks. The bubble canopy flipped open, the pilot stepping down and turning around to watch the crews do their work. Taking off her helmet, she set it down on a nearby bench.

Silver eyes looked back to her beloved craft.


Heyy, I'm another day late! Well, better than last time, amirite?

I thought that some of the dialogue here was a bit awkward, and even after revising it, I still think it is. Oh, and sorry if I get any aspects of the landing at Pearl Harbor-Hickam wrong, I can't really take the time to measure out actual degrees and azimuths and headings.

Guess who the mystery pilot is?

Estimated time of next chapter: March 14th