Author's Note: Welcome back bitches! So quick side note, these next few chapters will be primarily non-plot orientated. Since we are in the semester break before Vol. 1 and Vol. 2. So these chapters will include a little bit of hijinks in them. You can expect about three or four of these chapters before we go to Vol. 2, which let me tell you will be a doozy.

Chapter 10: Coco's Wrath Pt 1

"F**K! F**K! F**K!" Travis yelled running through the campus of Beacon Academy.

"Jesus Christ that woman is overprotective!" Reese noted firing a few shots from his pistols indiscriminately behind them.

"Really?!" Sam shouted while the three ran for their collective lives, "I didn't F*****G notice Reese!"

"Just making an observation!" Reese shouted back to his teammate.

"Come on!" Travis exclaimed pointing to the landing platform, "If we can get into the city, then maybe we can lose her!"

"It looks like one is about to leave," Sam narrowed his vision, "if we hurry we can make it."

"Reese!" Travis looked to his Mandalorian Armor clad friend who nodded, he knew what to do.

The jetpack on Reese' back ignited and he sped off. "On it!" Quickly he flew threw the air like a rock being thrown at someone. The door of the bullhead was about to close until Reese propped it up forcefully. A pilot was about to demand what Reese was doing. "Don't ask," Reese cut him off by raising his fist as his Semblance flared up and his fist becoming engulfed in flames, "we're being chased by a mad woman." The pilot seemed to understand, perhaps he had to deal with this sort of thing before. But told Reese his friends would have to hurry, he could give them five minutes at best. Reese's eye widened behind his helmet as he laid eyes on the person who the three had been running from the entire day. "Travis! Sam! Hurry she's right behind you!"

Travis looked behind him, moving his axe that was latched onto his back out of the way, and his heart leapt into his throat trying to find shelter to avoid a painful demise. "Oh shit! Sam use the Alto Cannon to accelerate yourself to the ship."

"What about you?!" Sam asked.

"Don't worry about me, I got an idea," Travis tapped his temple twice.

Sam appeared to understand the message Travis was trying to get across. "Ok, good luck," Sam started to walk backwards for a quick second before firing the Alto Cannon. The loud guitar-like sound blasted Sam into the air where he landed right in front of the Bullhead. He saw how far Travis had left, and then he saw the woman who was catching up to him. "Travis hurry! I don't think we have long!"

Okay let's try this, Travis thought before bringing up his palm. He closed his eyes and focused, focused hard, on what he needed. Travis needed a way to accelerate, and make it snappy. His eyes flickered a light blue like a broken light bulb. He slapped his head and the light stayed constant swallowing his pupils and iris. Accursed Semblance, he shook his head and thought of what he needed. In front of Travis two wheels materialized out of a blue tinged aura, then some light blue material fixed itself between the wheels. A seat found its way on top along with front forks, fenders, and a loud as ass engine. A motorcycle, because why the f**k not? The bike flipped itself as if it was going to run away from Travis. Grabbing the handles he swung the bike around getting his legs above to where they rested comfortably at the sides of the bike. He revved the engine which roared to life and the rear wheel squealed as it raced to the bullhead. The sound of bullets whizzing past and landing on the ground next to Travis forced him to slightly swerve in and out. When he got close, the bullhead began to close. They're going to make me work for this one. Angling the bike downward his armor skidded and sent sparks flying on the ground as he was on a crash course to the door. In a move that would have made Indiana Jones proud Travis' armor barely cleared the distance from the collapsing door when Travis jumped on the bike and slid off the floor. The axe wielder hit the far wall of the Bullhead as he had no way to slow himself down. The bike had disappeared before he entered the aircraft, but his eyes were still glowing light blue.

"Ow," Travis simply said catching his breath as his body splayed itself on the ground. Travis' eyes stopped glowing returning to their natural state.

"Okay that's pretty freaky," Sam stated, he had never seen Travis' Semblance. Only Travis, Reese, Blake, and Coco had really seen his Semblance in action.

"Wait till you see him fight alongside one of his drawings," Reese said removing his helmet and taking a seat.

Sam just looked at Travis, then to Reese, and back to Travis. "In this world I'm amazed I'm surprised by anything anymore."

"Ain't that the truth," Travis nodded getting himself off the ground. He took a look of his armor and narrowed on the scuff marks on the ends. "If we survive this I'm going to kill Brandon."

"Not unless she gets him first," Reese snorted.

"Now then," the three members of Team BBRS turned to see one of the pilots of the Bullhead standing before them with his two hands clasped together, "can someone explain to me why three huntsmen in training were running for their lives and being so daring as to scrape themselves in at the last second." The pilot turned his head to Travis who immediately shot his head down.

"Well you see, we… uh, kind of had an altercation," Sam explained, he was always better at dealing with strangers.

"What kind of 'altercation'?" The pilot asked.

"Do you know a Miss Coco Adel?" Sam asked.

"Perhaps."

"Well then this will be a hell of a story. You see last night me and my friends here were with some friends and we had just gotten back to our room only to find…"

-Last Night in the Team BBRS dorm room after The Truth was explained to RWBY and JNPR-

"...OH SWEET BABY JESUS!" Travis yelled at the top of his lungs as he shielded his eyes.

"Brandon!" Reese raised his voice to absurd levels.

"What the F**K man?!" Sam asked shielding his eyes slightly, but still looked every now and then.

The reason for their sudden outburst was seeing their team leader, Brandon Rainwater, sitting shirtless in his bed with Velvet, the member of Team CFVY who only had a long shirt barely going past her… (ahem) 'pleasurables'.

"Umm," Brandon saw how bad this looked, "I can explain?" His face gave a nervous smile.

"Hell yeah you should be able to explain!" Travis exclaimed, "What?! We run off to go tell our big secret and here you are with Velvet making what appears to be Earthling-Bunnies!"

Sam nearly wretched at the idea of someone as innocent as Velvet doing the unspeakable with… Brandon, their team leader, their friend, and apparently Pleaser of Fanus. Ugh, I don't wanna think about that, the Saxophonist was about to wretch like Jaune on an airship but was able to hold it in.

Brandon and Velvet both blushed wildly and averted their eyes away from everyone, including each other. "Travis," Reese said, "can we not think about that please?"

"Tell Brandon to take a cold shower and maybe I will," Travis quickly retorted.

"We weren't doing anything," Brandon meekly said keeping his gaze away from his fellow earthlings.

"Sure you weren't," Travis sarcastically agreed, "and I secretly have been taking Yang out on dates." Travis took a minute at what he said and saw that all eyes were on him. After the two's confrontation during the first few weeks of school many made jokes that they just used the bad blood to secretly see each other. The two had even been called 'The Perfect Couple' by Nora. Travis realized what they all were thinking. "I'm just kidding," he made sure to clear up any confusion.

"Well with that out of the way," Reese quickly moved the topic back, "can you please explain the rather compromising position you two are in?" Reese was the first to move from the doorway and sat on his bed resting his head angled on the headboard being supported by his hands. Sam loosened the insect like legs that clamped to his arm and placed the Alto Cannon in its place close to the wall, he then went to sit on his bed. Travis was the last and sighed as he grabbed the axe on his back, he rested the large weapon in the corner and loosened his armor so he could relax in his desk chair.

Velvet really hadn't known what to do, she stood in the middle of the room as if she were on display. It was incredibly awkward to all five people in the room. She fidgeted her hands trying to make some kind of speak. "Should I-um-I mean-where should I-"

"Use the spare bed," Travis pointed to the one untouched bed in the corner of the room. Velvet assumed this was supposed to be Travis', but since he apparently preferred to sleep in a chair, it looked like a fresh bed that had never been used.

She sat on the bed and immediately noticed Travis, Sam, and Reese avert or cover their eyes as a small blush overcame their faces. She realized the shirt Brandon had given her was long, but not quite long enough. She herself blushed and made a small noise as she pulled the covers over her bare legs. "Uhp!" Was the sound she made, "I'm sorry."

Travis removed the hand that rested comfortably on his head and sighed. "Okay," he breathed out, "can you explain what's happening here?"

"Yeah, but I just want you to know, we weren't planning on doing anything," Brandon quickly stipulated.

"I'll try to keep that in mind," Travis shrugged lightly as he removed the lower pieces of his armor, "just tell us the truth." That was a phrase they had heard all too often, it was odd being on the different end of that spectrum. Here they were asking their friend as to why they were in this 'interesting' position.

"Well you see…" Brandon said.

-Flashback to yesterday when Travis and Sam were in Vale, Reese was with JNPR, Brandon was walking back from some training (should we have the 'Hans Zimmer Bwoom' for the 'Flashback-ception' we're experiencing)-

Brandon was walking down the halls of Beacon. The team leader of the enigmatic Team BBRS was now nursing his shoulder rotating it in circles. Oh god, I'm not lifting that much again by myself. The Earthling in the world of Remnant than thought about all that had happened in their time here.

It started as a simple trip going down to California from Washington, they were to play a 'tour' going to a few colleges that had invited them there. Many weeks of planning, replanning, and even more planning all took place before the trip was a 'go'. Brandon, and the rest of Team BBRS, were going to help get some things situated, a whole group of nearly sixty people would be tough to contain. Then from there it all went south, not the direction but just…everything else. They crashed, expected to be dead, and ended up in this crazy world. This world full of monsters, magic, and superpowers. It was breathtaking, and also incredibly nerve racking. Just think about it: Here were these four band kids, who played musical instruments for their main outlet of creativity, they had no experience in fighting that required life and death decision, and they sure as hell didn't belong here…all of them knew it. But then, at the same time, why did they feel like they did? Not even Travis, the de facto 'smart one' of the group had that answer, knew the answer. Could it have been that the people were friendly? No, Brandon had seen some dismal sights the first day he arrived at Beacon and heard some awful things. Was it the fact that maybe they, in their part, have attached themselves to the inhabitants? Probably not, Reese was pretty adamant about not hanging out with much of anybody. Quite possibly could it be… no that couldn't be it… could it. The very thought made Brandon stop just as he reached the outside courtyard. His eyes widened and his breathing hitched. Could it be because…

We like it here?

The Trombone player didn't think he could deny the fact that he had made many friends and enjoyed his time, but they missed home…right? Earth was everything to them, it was their Home, all their friends were there and their families were probably mourning them right now, Home was where their lives were. Their real lives were. They weren't hunters, or warriors to protect the peace. They were students in a world where knights and monster died out eons ago, not where they had to train people, teenagers, to fight. The whole thing didn't sit right in his stomach, honestly it was a toss up of this whole thing being a coma-induced dream or the afterlife. Travis ruled out the coma-induced dream but even he said it could just be one of their brains making responses. They all laughed at the idea that this was the 'after-life' whether it was heaven or hell. Sam put his money on hell. However, there was a third option, a third more ludicrous option. Travis nearly went off in a rage-fueled rant when Reese told him the first day they arrived.

That this, the world of Remnant, was reality, and we are the outsiders looking in.

It was hard to think about it, but yeah, there is a chance that all of this was real. The school, Dust, the Grimm, CFVY, JNPR, and RWBY were really real. They weren't dreaming and they weren't paying for any sins, you know except for the 'Swear Jar' Coco makes Travis pay into. All of this could. Be. Real.

Brandon thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of laughter, and lots of it. The sounds made him think of Home more and more. The days when he was in band with all his friends, it pained him to think so. How much did he wish to be back Home. But there was always that sticking point Travis would always hammer home.

"Guys, I think we need to accept the possibility we may never be able to go back Home."

It hit like a truck when Travis said it, and Reese nearly hit Travis like a truck. A fight nearly broke out, but none were angry at Travis. He just said the awful, awful, truth. They may never be able to return Home, to Earth, to their friends and families. But as usual Sam was the ray of sunshine.

"If we found a way to get here, then there must be a way back. You have to agree Travis, that it is practically Newtonian." Sam offered.

"For every reaction there is an equal, and opposite, reaction." Travis recited, "Yes, I'm aware but it might not be that easy. I want to go Home as much as all of you do, I'm just saying it might take awhile."

"How long is 'awhile'?" Sam asked

"Gee, last time I checked I'm not Albert Einstein, this world doesn't even have space travel, let alone interdimensional travel. Hell we don't even have that! I'll try though, but we probably need to think about what we have in front of us right now." Goddam was Travis sarcastic

"Yes, we first have to survive this crazy school." Brandon told his team speaking for the first time in this conversation.

"Look on the bright side, at least if we go back we have a f******g awesome story to tell the others."

The senior wrestle chuckled at Sam's last comment, but then his demeanor slowly sobered. The laughing he was hearing now turned sour, like spoiled milk. He saw one of the first years and his team. Caden… no… Carl… No! Cardin! That was his name. Brandon had been told to avoid him and any of his actions. But for some reason, he felt dragged to him. He saw his three teammates around him laughing at something, or someone. They were around one of the fountains on campus, because they had multiple fountains in this world littering campuses. They were pointing at something. They were laughing at someone, with each step Brandon grew a sneer that didn't fit his usual persona. He had gotten right behind Cardin, but none had noticed his presence. Brandon's eyes, mind, and soul flared with pure rage at the sight that was before him. Velvet Scarlatina, the rabbit faunus, Brandon and the rest of Team BBRS' friend was in the fountain water. Likely pushed, judging by the way she looked. Her uniform was drenched and her hair covered her eyes and her ears were slightly drooped. Her head looked down and kept her gaze away from her attackers, she looked ashamed as they let them bully her, as she let the words sting. Brandon was going to have none of it.

"So," Brandon announced from behind the group scaring them all somewhat, "what's going on here?"

"Wha?" Cardin turned, "It doesn't concern you. We're just showing a freak what happens when you bump into me. A price has to be paid."

Cardin's teammates all let out some snickering and talked amongst themselves. Brandon just narrowed his gaze and felt like punching Cardin, but he needed to keep his cool. "The only freaks I see is the four people who resort to such childish tactics."

Cardin somewhat laughed at Brandon's comment. "Hah. childish? We're just giving this faunus freak what she deserves."

Brandon's fist clenched as the words practically stabbed into him. The idea of using force was escalating. Brandon who looked at Velvet who only could stare and not say a word, either out of fear or out of worry of what might happen to her earthling friend. "You know what Cardin? You're the one who needs to learn what you deserve. You're nothing but a bully, and a bad one at that too. You're so weak, so pathetic, that you have to resort to attacking students who appear to be weak outside of sparring class. You're not man enough to take a f*****g loss. I bet someone like Jaune could take you out right now."

That last one stuck with Cardin, for obvious reasons. Who was Brandon, this kid who just showed up one day, leads a team of outcasts that swore worse than anyone else in the school, makes friends with these animals, and then feels like he needed to be told off? And not only that he said Jaune could beat him in a fight?! Oh this kid didn't know what was in store for him. "You know, Brandon, you seem like a nice guy. Maybe not perfect like me, but a nice guy. So I'm going to let you walk away and I'll pretend like this never happened, and I'll go back to showing this freak her place."

"No."

"No what?"

"No, I'm not going to move, I'm not going to run like you would, I'm going to be anything but you. I'm going to stand by Velvet, by my friend, and actually be a f*****g good person. I'm not you Cardin, I don't want to be you. You disgust me, you make me think of days long gone."

"Oh? And what days are those?"

"The days where I was you."

Brandon stood defiant as he stared mercilessly into Cardin's soul. The final point put all to silence. Brandon was like… Cardin? Cardin Winchester? Beacon's biggest bully, the guy who is the bane of faunus at this school? Brandon was once like him?

"It was a long time ago," Brandon explained, "back Home when I was just a stupid kid, but I was old enough to know what I was doing. There was this kid back in our school, he was one of the smartest and understanding, he would try to help and do his best to answer your question. He would know about things you couldn't think of and laugh along with you. But while he was smart, he was incredibly gullible. I don't know how many days I did, but I constantly pestered him, got on his nerves, and made his life a living hell. I would forcibly get in his way and make him pay for it, I would force him to do my work and treat him like shit. And you want to know what happened? He snapped. That once nice kid, now turned into a stone cold smart ass. He didn't want to help anyone, and he barely would give you the time of day. He barely had trust and would constantly berate you and make you feel worthless. He had a way of sucking out your soul because he was better than you and everyone knew. Before I knew it, our roles had somewhat reversed. I became disgusted by the monster I had made, and he turned into someone who would make your life a literal hell. And the worst part of it all? I had to look at his face everyday and I had to see that once warm and kind kid turn into a cold, calculative, and assertive monster that he is now." Brandon had been looking down at his feet for most of his monologue. "So Cardin, bully all you want, but just be damn well aware that your actions have some f*****g consequences. One day Velvet may take it, but the next day she may retaliate. And I've seen you fight, you suck ass, major ass, so prepare yourself for a fight. And if you don't-" Brandon brandished the Grimm Mourne and pointed the tip of the blade at Cardin, "then I will be willing to take you on."

There was dead silence in the air, a cricket dared not even to make a sound. The gleaming silver blade of the Grimm Mourne pointed right at Cardin's nose. A stoic expression on Brandon's face as he stared down a fellow leader. Could Brandon take on all four on in a fight? Don't know. They were only in their school attire while Brandon was decked out and ready for combat, so he did have the upper hand. Cardin, being the asshole he was, shrugged and scoffed. "Come on guys, let's leave this overconfident loser to his faunus freak." Cardin left, followed by his three cronies who all whispered amongst themselves.

Brandon then stared at them, he could have surprised them by tackling from behind, but nothing would be gained from that. He sighed and placed his sword on his back. "Umm...Brandon?" The Trombone player heard behind him. Brandon turned to see Velvet was still in the fountain looking at him in sorrow.

Brandon walked over and offered her a hand. "Come on, you stay in there and you'll get a cold." The rabbit faunus gladly took it and was pulled out of the water. Her hair and uniform dripped with water, if it weren't for the somber conversation Brandon would have made a comment on how stunning Velvet looked right now. But this was not the opportune time.

"Brandon?" She looked up as she clung to the earthling's shoulder for a bit of warmth from the cold water. She honestly didn't know what to say, Brandon had just said he was once like Cardin. He was a bully, a man with no respect. Brandon looked down to Velvet's face and could see her mix of disappointment, and sorrow, in her face.

"I'm sorry," he said as he opened the door to the dorm building, "but he needed to be taught a lesson."

"But you were lying…right," please tell me you were lying.

"No, Velvet, I was not, in a previous life I was a man who lived to make people's days worse while it boosted my ego. I preyed on the weak and the helpless because I thought it was funny, god a I was such a piece of shit."

Velvet immediately slapped him across the face. Brandon stood there, his face still stuck in that position. Is she angry, or disappointed? Whatever it was, Brandon didn't feel like he should answer, unless he made the situation worse.

"Brandon, I want to answer me honestly," she waited for Brandon to nod, "are you anything like Cardin now?" Brandon shook his head. "Do you feel sorry for the things you did?" He nodded. "If you could, would you change the past?" Brandon nodded. Velvet then immediately turned around in front of him and hugged him.

"I'm sorry," he told her while she buried face into his shoulder, "I should've told you earlier."

Velvet removed herself from Brandon and the two walked in silence, an awkward silence at that too. Velvet thought Brandon was the stand up guy in the group of earthlings. Reese was the quiet one, Sam was the fun one, Brandon held a certain sense of honor, and Travis was the…calculative, the assertive. Her face changed when she realized the parallels between the kid Brandon had mentioned, and Brandon could see her face. He sighed, he felt awful about what he did back then.

"Yes Velvet," he said, "what you're assuming is correct. It was Travis who I tortured relentlessly."

"But…why?" She asked.

"Looking back I don't know why. He was just at the wrong place at the wrong time. The guy nearly punched me when he snapped, someone else got in the way and he ended up knocking one of their teeth out. That was when I realized I went too far, I tried to apologize a while later. I still remember the sneer, the anger in his eyes, the line I had crossed. 'Do not assume that just because I did not act on your insistent need to berate me, I knew it all along but hoped you would stop, but you didn't'. That was the first time I had heard that refined voice he carries, it's the only thing left from his cold, calculative days."

"Wait," Velvet said, "'the only thing left'? You mean he isn't like that anymore?"

Brandon thought about it for a while."More or less, keep in mind this was nearly almost eight years ago, we all grow. We both moved on, but he still harbored resentment towards me. We both had experiences that changed us, in more ways than one."

"Like what?"

"Well we both had close proximity in band class, we were just a row behind. But the big one was when we both got caught up in the wrong crowd." Brandon looked to Velvet who only grew more worried. "Nothing happened, we were on one of our band trips when we got separated from our group. It was just the two of us, two old enemies next to each other. We tried cutting through an alley to get across but ended up catching someone trying to pickpocket us. The guy immediately ran off with my wallet and we went after him. He pulled out a knife but we were able to get him down on the ground and kick the knife away, but not before he got a swing in. I got nicked across the forehead and Travis just about beat his face in. I had to hold him back from going any farther and we skedaddled off. We got to talking while we ate taking a break from regrouping with our lost friends. I apologized to him again, hoping things were going to be different, Travis just laughed. 'Brandon, that was nearly seven years ago, I think we have both grown and moved on from then. If either of us haven't let me say that all you've done is forgiven,' was what he told me." Brandon paused a bit, was he…crying? "Velvet," he said wiping a tear, "Travis and I have been through a lot. We were once two people who wished for the other to be dead, and then we were two people able to move on and become friends. I know what I said may have hurt you, and I'm sorry if you thought I am still like Cardin, but may I ask for your forgiveness?"

Velvet was a little dumbfounded to say the least, what could she say? She honestly had no clue, it was rather difficult to say something when someone tells you a deep and dark secret. "You earthlings are so difficult to deal with," Velvet smiled, seeming to find her answer.

Brandon smiled back to the rabbit faunus, and noticed they had made it to their room. "Umm, would you like to come in?" He offered.

"Sure why not," the both felt awkward.

The two entered, each with a small blush. Sure they were both somewhat adults, but the situation was a little questionable. All three of Brandon's teammates were gone, him and Velvet… alone, in his room, she looked cold, and needed comf-NO! Bad Brandon! We are not thinking like that! We made a promise to not go after one of the native until after we graduate. "Uh…" man did they feel awkward, but then he noticed Velvet sneeze, "do you want to use our shower?"

"But um…" Velvet's blush grew, "I don't have any clothes."

"Right sorry," whew! Dodged a bullet there.

"But, it's getting late and Coco hates being woken up late at night when she finally gets some sleep."

"Well the last thing I want to do is disturb Coco," Brandon remembered the welts Travis came back after training. "So…what should we do? I have a few long shirts you could wear, and I'm sure we can find you something else to wear. I can leave the room if you want," man this whole conversation just got awkward all of a sudden.

"Umm…maybe, I don't know. You could just put some clothes in front of the door and I can just grab them," Velvet suggested.

"Sounds good," Brandon just wanted this to end, or at least his friends to come in the door.

Velvet went into the bathroom quickly and locked the door shortly after. When Brandon heard the shower inside start he went through his clothes and found a shirt that was a little long on him, someone of Velvet's frame should have no issue with it being a glorified cocktail dress. Brandon set it down on the ground just outside the bathroom door and got himself ready for bed. Quickly he put on some basic flannel pajama pants and put on a black tank top. He was about to close the drawer when something caught his eye. A picture frame was buried beneath the clothes. He knew what it was, and he knew why it was there. Brandon picked up the frame and looked at it as he got himself situated in his bed. The frame contained a large group of people all in tuxedos lined in three rows holding a variety of instruments. He could see himself, Travis, Reese, but Sam wasn't in the photo. Then his gaze fell on a few individuals who he never forgot to remember. They were the others who came on the trip. Kylie, Kendra, Franklin, and… who was the last one? Lavender! That's who it was. When everything sort of settled down Brandon finally got around to asking Travis if maybe, just maybe, they crossed over.

"I don't know Brandon, I couldn't tell you."

Brandon knew it was a long shot, but even the longest shots are possible. Travis had no clue, not a rare sight but one that didn't happen often. Brandon hoped that either they were back on Earth, or at least safe. Wherever they were at, he wished they were safe. Even if it meant they were also on Remnant. Brandon had been so focused on that conversation he hadn't noticed Velvet get done and somewhat dressed. She pressed up close to Brandon who was still looking at the photo.

"What are you looking at?" The girl with the accent that reminded Brandon of the Australians.

"Ahh!" Brandon exclaimed in shock nearly dropping the photo.

"I'm sorry," she quickly apologized.

"It's no issue, you just snuck up on me," Brandon chuckled a bit.

"Sooo, what are you looking at?"

Brandon showed her the picture, "It's a picture of our band from last year, usually we get on at the end of the year, but since…you know…the whole coming to Remnant thing, it's one of the few things left I get to remember Home by." Damn that killed the mood.

"I'm sorry Brandon," Velvet said giving him back the picture.

The Trombone player looked at the picture as he held it just right in front of him down by his blanket covered legs. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying not to cry for a second time tonight. Goddamn why did Brandon have to be so emotional about this? Actually scratch that, they all were emotional about Earth, so really it was fine but he still didn't want to cry again. "It's tough," he simply said, "being away from Home, we've been gone for a long time, and we don't know if we can ever return, and we don't know if we would even recognize our Home. Who knows if time flows exactly like ours? Here one year might equal five back on Earth, ten years there equals one year here. We don't know, and we may never know. We're all just scared and-"

Brandon stopped talking when he felt Velvet wrap around him in a tight hug. Damn! I didn't mean to say something that depressing. I just…I don't know what I was doing.

"It's okay Brandon," he heard Velvet say, "I'm sure you'll see your friends and family again someday."

Brandon smiled a bit and patted the rabbit faunus on the head. "Thanks Velvet, I really mean it," Velvet pulled away from the hug and stood there. The moment felt nice, it felt natural, and it was relaxing.

And then the other three came in. "...SWEET BABY JESUS!" And the rest is history.

-Back with the three and the pilot-

"Wait, that's why you're being chased? Because your friend was a stand up guy?"

"No," Travis said, "you didn't let us finish. You see after we made our grand entrance…"

-Back to last night, just after Reese, Sam, and Travis walked in-

Brandon had just got done explaining the events that led up to this. He did leave that Travis was the recipient of Brandon's bullying at a young age. Travis felt like that didn't matter anymore so no one really needed to know. Travis sat in his chair listening while drawing some more schematics of whatever the hell he would think of for some relief. Sam laid on the bed already to go to sleep, and Reese had taken a shower and sacked out on his bed. Sam soon followed suit and collapsed after his exhausting day fighting extremists. The lights were turned off in the room except for a single lamp Travis used to see on his desk. The sounds of a pencil tapping and the occasional 'Aw Dammit' coming from Travis when he would screw it up. The constant sounds kept the rabbit faunus up due to her enhanced hearing. Usually she would be used to it seeing as how Coco snored like a woodchipper (just don't tell her that), but the face Travis had on kept her up. It wasn't hateful or angry, not one of sadness or sorrow, but it was impossible to read. Velvet felt like taking a risk, even Travis was reasonable around her.

"Travis?" She called out quietly trying not to wake up the others.

His eyebrows raised up but he still kept his nose to the paper. "Yes?"

"Are you mad at Brandon?"

"No, not in particular."

"Are you mad at me?"

Travis stopped his pencil, and the tip of it cracked leaving a disgusting mark. He grabbed the pink eraser to correct the blemish. "No, I'm not angry at anyone."

"Then why are you being so quiet? You sort of muted yourself when Brandon brought up the whole 'bullying' thing."

Travis sighed and swiveled in his chair to face Velvet. "I assume he told you I was the victim of his constant pestering?" Velvet nodded, a little ashamed in doing so. "Well it's true, he made my life awful. There were days where I wished for him to be dead, days that I wish I was invisible, days where I could just disappear. However, we all must grow, and I realized that I cannot go along being this spiteful, and hate fueled person. Sure it took me years to realize that, and I will admit that still shows its ugly head every now and then, but I've come to terms with that."

"So why were you so quiet about it? Surely if you think-"

Travis stopped her by raising his hand signifying that he needed to interrupt. "Velvet, for years I was berated, made fun, and treated like dirt. That is a part of me much like how Cardin treats you. So I'm going to ask you. Would you be able to completely forget that?" Velvet shook her head 'no'. "Neither can I. I try to not dwell on the past and the mistakes we all have made, but I cannot deny it. Sure things have changed, but it still hurts to look back and remember those days." Travis then stretched and yawned and pulled a blanket over his legs. "Geez it's late," he said looking at the clock, "should probably think about getting some shut eye."

"Yeah maybe," Velvet said turning her back to Travis and laying in the spare bed. "Good night Travis."

"Night Velvet," Travis turned off the lamp on his desk and the room was completely swallowed by darkness.

-Back with the pilot-

"That still doesn't answer my question."

"Good god do you not have any patients?" Reese threw his hands in the air.

"Not really since we land soon."

"Okay, fine, so after our little talk with Brandon, we wake up next morning to find…"

-Flashback to this morning-

Reese woke up first after his neck shifted awkwardly and a ping of pain shot him out of his sleep. He tried to shift his body to fix his neck but he ended up falling off the bed first. After rubbing his head and shaking his mind open he stood up. Reese stretched his arms and the rest of body out to the sounds of his body regretting it. Reese saw the time and notice it was already eleven thirty. Goddamn it. If semester hadn't ended yesterday we would have been seriously f****d. Reese saw Sam sprawled out across the bed, Travis lopsided in his chair, and Brandon was…not in his bed. In fact he wasn't even in the room. Reese checked the bathroom, wasn't there either. A sneaky suspicion made him pull the covers off the bed Velvet had slept in. Nope, they weren't there as well. Okay Brandon, where the hell are you? Reese walked over to his Scroll and opened it up to the messages.

Hey guys me and Velvet went into town for a while. I don't know when we'll back. See ya later~Brandon.

"Well that's great," Reese said to himself.

"What's great?" The voice of Travis spooked Reese and the Percussionist nearly dropped his Scroll. Reese turned to see the Euphonium player back to sketching on his many pieces of paper.

"Oh Travis. I didn't think you were up yet."

"Well, when you fall off the bed you tend to make a loud noise," Reese could feel the grin Travis plastered on his face from the smug comment.

"F**k you," Reese quickly shot back.

"Sorry, I don't swing that way," Travis playfully teased. Reese rolled his eyes and turned to get ready for whatever hell awaited him. "But seriously, where's Brandon?"

"Apparently he and Velvet went to Vale for some reason."

Travis broke his pencil on the paper and stopped drawing. The axe wielder spun in his chair and had a wide eyed look, as if he just saw a murder. "He did WHAT?!"

"Hey easy! Sam's still sleeping," Reese tried to calm him.

"You do realize who is on Velvet's team right?"

"Yeah," Reese said as if Travis was stupid, "what's your point?"

"My point is, Velvet is on a team with a woman who incredibly protective of her. This same woman who has warned me if I ever touched Velvet she would beat me to death with her bare hands. This same woman who carries a purse that was probably gifted to her by Satan himself, and said purse can transform into a f******g minigun. And let's not forget the jolly green giant, and the guy who who is way faster than all of us."

"I don't think Yatsu and Fox would go after us like that."

"Unless a certain she-devil comes out and stamps 'Property of Coco and Velvet' on their asses and convinces them to skewer us."

Reese just paused to give Travis a look. "You seriously need to get your imagination under control. Now if you excuse me, I'm going to get some lunch."

"You're going to lunch looking like you're going to fight?" Reese looked down at his Mandalorian Armor, "I get the fact this school is batshit crazy, but come on. It's a bit much."

"I'm going to the shooting range after lunch."

"Ahh, okay. Give me a few minutes and I'll join you."

"And what not finish your important doodling?" Reese mocked.

"For your information 'space-cadet', I'm drawing a second mech so when I am able to summon the Victor I can bring up some support."

"Whatever," Reese honestly had no clue why Travis had such a fascination with mechs, then again he was in Mandalorian Armor so he didn't have much room to talk, "I'll meet you down there."

A few minutes later Reese got down to the lunchroom and got a tray of food. For what it's worth, the food was better than the cafeteria food back home. The Mandalorian found Teams RWBY and JNPR eating down in the far corner. "Good morning," Reese said surprising the group of eight.

"Oh Reese!" Pyrrha said surprised, "We didn't recognize you."

It took a minute for Reese to realize but he still had his helmet on, maybe that's why he got some of those looks in the lunch line. After sitting down he removed the helmet which sat to his left right next to Ruby. "Better?" He asked before stabbing a forkful of his salad and placing it in his mouth. The issue was he placed the helmet next to Ruby Rose, the girl who was endlessly fascinated by the tech they used, the girl who denied but everyone knew that she had a weapon fetish.

"Hey Reese," the odd sound of Ruby's voice mixed with the scratchy radio. "Give me your cookies!" She jokingly threatened

Reese turned to see his helmet staring back at him and he nearly fell out of his seat. The head of his rust colored helmet and the body of Ruby was incredibly jarring for him.

"Ruby Rose!" Weiss snapped at her partner, "Could you not play with other people stuff?!"

"I'm sorry Weiss," Ruby's scratchy voice said behind the helmet, "but it's sooooo cool!"

"Thanks," Reese said before taking off the helmet, much to Ruby's displeasure, "I'll take that as a compliment."

"So, alien-boy," Yang teased, "where'd you come up with that stuff?"

"Extra-dimensional," Reese corrected, "and this stuff is called 'Mandalorian Armor'."

"Is it the armor your military uses?" Weiss asked.

Reese scoffed at that. "Nope, this stuff comes from a science fiction series loved back home."

"Huh?" The four members of Team RWBY collective said.

"Yeah, me and Travis are huge nerds. We love science fiction, comic books, video games, movies, and all sorts of nerd culture."

"That is so cool," Jaune breathed out, a bit of sparkle in his eyes.

"Exactly, who knows maybe one day we'll give you a crash course o-"

"REESE!" The whole lunchroom turned their heads to two pairs of doors. The two doors swung open after being shoulder checked by Travis who was in his armor, Sam followed him. The two propped themselves against the wall and soon Sam fried a shot from the Alto Cannon. Travis grabbed a chair and destroyed it with his axe to use it to keep the door closed. Once that had been done the two earthlings met up with their friend. "Reese we got to go!"

"Umm, why?" A good question.

"Because that one thing I told you about," Travis was seething through his teeth, "you know that 'one' thing."

"OH!" Reese said and took a pause, "Shit."

"'Oh shit? That's all you can say is 'Oh shit!? Coco thinks Brandon f****d Velvet and is out to kill all of us, and all you can say is 'Oh shit!?"

"Wait," the group of eight hunters was spoken for by Jaune, "what?"

"Long story Jaune, right now we got to get to Vale to either warn Brandon what kind of 'Purse-based Apocalypse' awaits him or find him and Velvet to maybe, just maybe grovel for forgiveness." That's when it all went to a lower circle of hell. The doors bursted open, well it was more like they were destroyed by a purse.

"Team BBRS!" The voice of an incredibly pissed Coco Adel roared. Travis made a squeaking noise out of fear that was unnatural if you asked the others.

"Sam! Break the window!" Travis yelled. Coco locked eyes with the three and walked towards them, murder in her eyes.

"Um Travis, are you sure that's a good idea?" Sam asked.

"Do you want to die first? Do you wish to be pummeled or be made into swiss cheese?"

"Good point," Sam nodded and aimed his arm mounted cannon at the window behind Team RWBY. With a large concussive blast the glass was blown out of that window and the windows inside the roo. Everyone except Reese, Travis, Sam, and…the devil woman stopped what they were doing to duck and cover. In the confusion the three earthlings jumped out of the window and made break for it.

Coco was not pleased. "Get back here!" She roared, running after them, "I will kill you for ruining Velvet's innocence!"

Once Coco had left everyone stayed silent for a few minutes before whispers came, then everyone merely let it go. But one question remained, and Blake voiced it. "What did Brandon do again?"

-Back with the pilot-

"Okay," he threw his head back, "now I get it."

"Yeah," Reese said, "so now we got to find Brandon and Velvet before we get killed."

"Do you know where he is?"

"All we know is he's in Vale, not much more than that."

"And he isn't picking up," Travias interjected putting away his scroll after a failed call to their leader.

"Great," Sam said, "just great. Have you tried calling Velvet?"

"Same result, it's almost as if they don't want to be bothered, as if they're on a…"

Travis, Reese, and Sam all looked at each other.

"...a date."

Reese, then, voiced what they all thought..

"Well…f**k ."

I didn't initially intend for this to be a two parter, especially since I just did a two parter, but this one just kept going and going. My apologies for springing that on you, but do know that not all of these 'filler' chapters will be two parters. Anyways, see ya later suckers.