Sup peeps, Herperderper here with the next chapter. So far we've gotten a taste of ground combat as well as some semi-serious dogfighting, that's all about to change. In this chapter, we are gonna start earning the M rating. Yay blood and gore! Hope you enjoy!

Oh BTW, I do not have any claim to these characters as they were created by Monty Oum and RoosterTeeth. If you have trouble understanding that, let me put it in simpler terms. I ain't own these peeps homes, so don't try and sue me, you won't get much.

Ch. 8 - Yang

The aircraft fought the entire way home. It resisted every roll, every climb, every adjustment. Once, it rolled inverted when an updraft hit us, causing me to frantically right us. The trim tabs had been shot off, so I could not make fine adjustments to the control surfaces. Our wings were shot to pieces, so every time I made a roll, I would have to throw the stick back the other direction to stop it from over rolling. This resulted in the wings almost never being level, and I was exhausted by the time we made it back to Vale AFB. Weiss took over for half the trip so I could rest my sore arms. I took the controls back as we reached final approach.

I followed Ruby's lead into the runway, but the flaps jammed halfway out and I had to push the throttle forward just to keep from falling out of the sky. Sweat poured down my face as I drew closer to the ground, drifting and sliding across the sky. With a flip of a switch, the landing gear pushed it's way from it's berth. Two of the three indicator lights flashed green, showing down and locked, but one remained red. Tires squealed as they hit the ground, and my right wing sagged toward the tarmac, as a result of the landing gear jam. Just before the tip scraped the ground, the jammed wheel struck. We rolled awkwardly down the runway, leaning heavily on the right side. After what seemed like forever, we taxied into the hanger, followed quickly by Ruby. As I spun down the turbines, the hydraulics finally gave out, and the right side gear collapsed, sending Weiss into the side of the canopy.

"Ouch, dammit!" She cursed. She pushed herself off of the glass, and stood up. I popped the canopy and pulled it forward, dragging it from over our heads.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Fine." she replied angrily.

"Alright, Ice Queen, sorry." I pulled the harness over my head, and stood to stretch my legs. Stepping over the side wall of the cockpit, I dropped down to the ground. The sound of footsteps made me turn to find Blake and Ruby running up to me. "Oof!" Ruby tackled me to the ground, wrapping me in a hug.

"Thank dust you are okay!"

"I'm fine, baby sis! It's Weiss you should be worried about, she almost went through canopy when the gear collapsed there." Blake stood to my left, watching amusedly as Weiss tried to free herself from her harness.

"Need a little help there, Ice Queen?" She asked.

"I'm fine." Came her short reply, shortly followed by the sound of a pocket knife unfolding. She cut herself free, before climbing out and dropping to the floor.

"It seems we are going to be grounded for a bit while we have some repairs done." I noted, taking in the full damage of to the aircraft. Holes were strewn around the aircraft, puncturing one engine, and piercing the skin of the plane.

"Let's go check out the board. That should be it for Blake and I!" Ruby said excitedly.

"That's it, 5 kills!" Ruby pumped her fist in the air in triumph. The kill board stood in front of us. On it, the names of every pilot corps.

4. Ruby, Blake - RWBY - 5 kills

"Who are they?" asked Weiss, pointing to the names above Ruby and Blake.

Summer, Raven - STRQ + GO - 34 kills

Glynda, Ozpin - STRQ + GO - 29 kills

Tai-Yang, Qrow - STRQ + GO 28 kills

"I obviously know we Ozpin and Glynda are, but what about the others?" she finished

"That's Mom, Dad, and Uncle Qrow!" Ruby explained.

"And my Mom." I added. "Oz and Glynda joined up with them after the rest of their team was killed at the beginning of the war. They flew in a three ship formation ever since. Mom and Summer were one hell of a team, they almost made it to Ace 7 by the end of the war."

"Yeah, Dad and Uncle Qrow could never keep up!"

"Well, I'm going to hit the rack, that flight really took it out of me." I yawned. Blake leaned down and whispered something in Ruby's ear.

"Okay Yang! Blake and I are going to get some training in." Ruby said, quickly turning and walking out with Blake.

"Whatever, I could use some sleep too." Weiss sighed.

I was woken up by the sound of the door opening. Yawning, I sat up in my bunk. Ruby and Blake were entering the room, both covered in bruises. Blake seemed in worse shape than Ruby, she had bruises all along her neck and arms, some on her legs. Her wrists were bruised all the way around, and it looked like she had bite marks on her neck. Ruby had small bruises along her neck and legs, but nothing as bad as Blake's.

"Geez Ruby, go easy on Blake in the Hand-to-Hand. She looks like she lost a fight with an Ursa." I said sleepily.

"Sorry, I got a little carried away." Ruby giggled. Blake just snorted, climbing the ladder to their bunk. Ruby followed, and I could hear them settle in above me. A few minutes passed before Ruby spoke up again. "Team JNPR is going to be fine, right?" She asked timidly.

"Of course, I'm sure they'll be fine. They've trained their asses off for this remember?" I reassured her.

"Right, I'm just worried."

"Don't be, now get some sleep."

"Okay. Night Yang."

"Night Rubes."

Jaune

I could barely hear over my own panting and sobbing. My rifle was held tightly in my right hand, stock pulled into my shoulder. Pyrrha's hand was clenched tightly in my other hand. The ropes wrapped around my waist pulled me back, digging into my skin. Step after step, I moved slowly through the forest.

"Almost there Pyr, just a few more meters." I whispered tiredly. Tears were streaming quickly down my face. "Almost…" Again I pushed myself forward. Leaves rustled as my tired feet dragged across them. "No Marine left behind… no Marine left behind..." I repeated to myself.

"JNPR!" A voice called from the distance. More leaves rustled as the owner of the voice drew closer. "Team JNPR, I'm your pilot, we need to… oh dust" the pilot stumbled out into the clearing in front of me. I let go of Pyrrha's hand, wincing at the thud that followed. I fell to my knees, turning to look behind me. My eyes found Pyrrha first. She was laying on her back, arm outstretched from when I had clutched her hand. Her lifeless eyes open, staring toward the sky. Her chest was a mess of blood, pouring from three wounds near her heart. Her left leg was blown off below the knee, and her right was hanging on by bloodied strips of flesh and uniform. The landmine she had stepped on hadn't killed her, and she continued to fight to the bitter end.

My eyes slid over to the next form: Ren. A rope was hitched under his arms, the other end attached to my battle belt. His mouth was open slightly, and blood had pooled out of it's corner. Unlike Pyrrha, his eyes were closed, but it brought me no peace. Much like Pyrrha, however, his chest was a mess of bloody flesh and fabric. He had taken a shot before a frag grenade had landed near us. He sacrificed himself to save us, throwing himself onto it with our hesitation, just before it detonated.

Nora was next to him, pressed against his body. Another rope attached her to my belt. Her face seemed almost peaceful, the smile that was always on it had remained, but it looked different when the skin it rest upon was ghostly white. There were no visible wounds on her chest, but the thick matte of blood clotted hair on the back of her head made me dizzy. Her arms and legs were twisted, clearly broken from the fighting not long ago. As the enemy overran our position, she had fought them hand to hand, down to the last enemy. She couldn't turn to face him quick enough, and he had shot her in the back of the head with his pistol. Only then was I able to free myself from the booby trap and finish him off. I fell on my back, arms outstretched toward my fallen teammates.

"I'm sorry." I sobbed, "I failed you, just like I knew I would." Strong arms encircled me, and a curtain of white fabric blocked the rest of my team from view. I felt the ropes become tense, before slackening out, as if they were cut. No one said a word as I was carried away, too tired to protest, other than a faint mumble. I was laid down on a hard platform, a transport's floor, and my head flopped to the side. My eyes locked with Pyrrha's, her eyes accusing as the transport took off.

I sat up quickly in the rack, startling Pyrrha beside me.

"Hey, are you okay?" she asked, she looked worried.

"I'm… I'm fine, just a bad dream." I told her.

"Alright, just remember, you can talk to me about it, okay?"

"Yeah." I put my head back down on my pillow.

"Good night, Pyr" I said.

"Good night, Jaune"

Sup peeps, Herperderper back again. A wee bit of a short chapter here, but I had to end it here for reasons. Just noticed how many line breaks I had to put in here, like holy crap. Anyway, in this chapter we have an oblivious Yang, a worried Ruby, and a section I felt really bad about writing. Sorry for that little scare there. I tried to make it as realistically scary as possible, but you probably saw the dream part from a mile away. Oh well, I'll have to try harder next time. Till the next chapter, Herperderper out.