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I ran, not caring who I may have hit along the way. Velvet didn't deserve to go out like that. She did exactly what I told her to do,
and now she is on a damn stretcher for it!
"Why?" I hollered out loud. I had no regard for what people judged of me anymore; It didn't matter.
I continued my sprint, all the way up to Storage3. The previous contents of my backpack lay where I left them, ready for departure.
I threw off all my uniform clothes, and tossed back on my regular garments.
I don't belong here. I shouldn't be in this Academy!
Through erratic sobs, I folded the uniform back to a respectable state, and left them neatly on one of the shelves.
Finally setting my book on Aura on top of the uniform, I left. Being so exhausted from the running and weeping, I walked out of the dorm building.
But seeing people exiting the cafeteria made me sprint once more.
I had no idea where the air-docks for Beacon were, so I just made for the front cliffs. That was where the first-years were dropped off in episode 2, so it's a better option than nothing.
"I know you are well aware of your actions, Mr. Winchester." Ozpin spoke, recording various notes in a metallic colored logbook.
Cardin had become well familiarized with Ozpin's office over the past half-hour. While tranquil and orderly, the pine green walls provided the Hunter in training no comfort.
Not even the dark-oak chair he was seated in.
"Ms. Scarlatina was incapacitated due to your maneuver. Besides a severe concussion and minor lacerations, she is suffering from a transverse fracture of the Radius and Ulna of her left arm."
Ozpin took his pencil, and snapped it in the middle, causing Cardin to grimace. He then positioned one portion of the ruined writing utensil perpendicular to the other.
"Her lower arm was bent to a 90 degree angle." The headmaster concluded.
Cardin was lost of words. Of all the people he disliked, why did it have to be Velvet that set him off? She was so fragile;
brittle from his dirty work.
"Yesterday, Ms. Belladonna had additionally informed me that you assaulted another person, besides Velvet." Ozpin went on, grabbing a new pencil to continue his work.
"That guy..." Cardin recalled, trying to remember his name.
"His name is Connor. You attacked him after he tried to defend Velvet."
"He got into my head!" Cardin objected, slamming his fist into the arm of the chair. " And Velvet tried to dishonor the Winchester name!"
"I can tell." Ozpin mused, recollecting the past events. "And you succeeded in doing exactly that."
Cardin growled, putting two and two together. "So what now?"
"Until you have a sense of control over your mind and emotions, I cannot have you putting other students in danger. Anger management counseling will be implemented into your class schedule, effective immediately. If any more rash decisions are made, you may be subjected to psychiatric evaluation."
"What!?" Cardin objected angrily, standing up.
"My point exactly."
Cardin fell back into his chair, slumping in defeat. Out of all of his big screw-ups, this one took the cake. "Sir, is that really necessary?"
"This decision is final. I will have your new schedule sent to you via scroll." Ozpin concluded his note taking, shutting the silver notebook.
"I will let you know that Connor may have gone rogue out of guilt, because of this. He was clever enough to stowaway on a supply Bullhead destined for downtown, and is probably there now." Ozpin browsed through his scroll, looking over his staffs' contacts.
"Actions have consequences, Mr. Winchester; Remember that. You are dismissed."
Blake couldn't focus on Oobleck's renowned hyperactivity, espicially today.
Even with Pyrrah there for company, she couldn't get over how impacted Connor was when Velvet got hurt. She had told Ozpin what happened the first time, hoping that he would slip in the next day to see it for himself.
But it seems that fate was not one to favor any particular faunus today.
"Menagerie was once a reservation of land that Humans set aside for the Faunus population-" the professor rambled, periodically taking a swig of whatever volatile substance was within his coffee mug.
Only then when he took a breath did he hear his scroll chiming, alerting its owner of a incoming message. He sped around his desk, and had the device in his hand before anybody could blink.
"Weiss Schnee and Blake Belladonna, you are both dismissed immediately for a recovery operation! The due dates for today's readings and assignments for every class will be postponed to a later date, as per Academy regulations. You will be briefed during transport. You launch at the front cliffs in 10!"
Both girls packed their things, and bolted for the dorm.
*A few minutes later*
"He is seriously sending all four of us out for this?" Weiss complained, throwing on her usual combat skirt.
"Downtown is rather large, Weiss." Yang countered. "It took us three all weekend long to find Blake, remember?"
Weiss hmphed in response, still dissatisfied with all the walking that was done in the course of that search.
"You guys just didn't look in the right places." Blake added neutrally.
The room grew quiet for a moment as everybody recalled the experience. It was still awkward to talk about, but not impossible.
"At this rate we'll be full-blown huntresses!" Ruby squealed, breaking the silence. "Two missions in three days!"
"Two rescue missions, for the same guy, Ruby" Yang corrected. "At least Ozpin is letting me use Bumblebee! That's a plus."
"That yellow and orange deathtrap!?" Weiss objected, "You are going to kill somebody!"
"Ms. Xiao Long, please don't cause any traffic violations." Ozpin reminded the brawler as she strapped her bike down for the ride.
The cargo bay of the bullhead wasn't particularly large, but had tons of loops to secure rope upon. And that was all that Yang needed to render her baby immobile.
Team RWBY held onto whatever they could find as the airship made a rough take-off. With a few taps of the headmaster's walking stick on the door, it hesitantly opened.
"Guess who's running the flight simulator when we get back?" he joked as Miss Goodwitch maneuvered the flight stick.
"Very funny, Professor Ozpin." Glynda deadpanned, closing the door.
"So, the briefing-" the Headmaster began, pulling his scroll out.
"Just find Mr. Lee before either he or someone else gets hurt." Ozpin stated. "He was able to slip onto a supply bullhead earlier, and that transported him to downtown Vale, specifically the Harbor. He could be anywhere by now, so be attentive. He is likely suffering from guilt, and probably very edgy. So remember to tread lightly. Any questions?"
"Uh, yes-" Weiss began, honestly curious. "Why send us? Why not team Juniper?"
"Apparently you four know him best, and vice versa. This is the best method of convincing him to return."
"Oh." The heiress replied. That seemed odd, but it did make sense.
The small specks of trees passed by as the airship moved to cruising altitude. Sadly by being such a small craft, even the smallest episode of turbulence made the entirety of the ship rattle.
"If only we took a member of the Tardus Fleet." Ozpin mused, leaning on the wall for balance. (A/N: Tardus is Latin for 'slow')
"What's the Tardus Fleet?" Ruby asked. She had known that Beacon brandished a significant quantity of air vehicles, but not a fleet!
"Technically it's the Tardus Squadron." The instructor corrected himself. "The airships that first brought you to Beacon are part of that group. Although large and slow, those particular airships always had a very smooth ride."
"So which squadron is this Bullhead assigned to?"
Ozpin laughed. "Ruby, it's just a name I came up with for those airships in particular. Beacon is an academy, not the Air Force of the Kingdom of Vale."
Many 'OHs' were shared all around.
*Earlier that day, before RWBY gets dispatched*
Man, remind me to never ride a Bullhead ever again.
If the ride wasn't already rough, squeezing between a pile of rough wooden crates for the duration of the trip added to my discomfort. With only about a foot of clearance on each side, my head got jostled around as well, banging into one of the empty containers every time the pilot so much as twitched the flight stick.
But the stench of the Harbor surpassed it all.
Apparently that was where the supplies were to be picked up from, given the fact that we landed on a pier. My best guess would be either Dust or food supplies, but I had bolted from the airship before I could figure out what the crates were to be filled with.
"Hey, stop that kid!"
Various employees of the dock looked my way as I sprinted past. In the confusion that erupted so quickly, none of the workers were able to grab me. I ran, until I could run no more. First docks, then concrete, and eventually, grass.
Somehow during my evasion, I had trekked into one of Vale's parks. By now it was dusk, and most of the families had left, leaving me a somewhat quiet place of solace.
A place to think, one where I could go back to when things went wrong.
Sitting down on a nearby bench, I quietly chuckled at the irony of it all. It hasn't even been four days, and I am already back to sleeping on benches. Facing the last sliver of the sunset, I took to deep thought; Borderline soliloquy.
*Present time, shortly after sunset.*
Beacon's airship experienced an unsurprisingly rough landing soon after reaching it's destination. Vale's downtown airdocks are situated only a distance from the Harbor, so the team was glad for that.
Before the four departed, however, Ozpin received a video call to his scroll.
The face of a rather grundgy man took residence upon the monitor. He wore a grey uniform, with the Beacon emblem sewn into the left breast pocket.
"Uh, sir, I'm calling in to report a stowaway student."
"Ah." The Headmaster confirmed. "Time of incidence?"
"Approximately 1947 Hours; 7:47PM."
"Do you have a description?"
"From what we saw: older male teenager, light to no build, grey sweatshirt, jeans, black sneakers. He was about 6 foot." The fellow replied, scratching his stubble.
"Thank you for the report, we will soon have a team en route, regarding the matter. For curiosity's sake, what is the status of the supplies?"
"We just finished loading the last 30 units of the Red E.P. We are moving onto the Yellow units right now."
"Yang-" Ozpin summoned the girl.
"Huh?"
"Is your tank full?"
The brawler turned sheet white for a second, before bolting over to Bumblebee. After unscrewing a certain cap, the Brawler slowly set it down, flushed red in embarrassment.
"About that-"
"Yes or no?" Her superior commanded.
"...No, not really?" She sheepishly replied.
Ozpin handed her his scroll. "Tell the man what you need."
"Um...I'll need about 2 units of the Yellow, and 5 Red. Keep them unmixed."
The man nodded, before barking out the specifics to another employee. "Five units Red? Are you trying to melt your engine?"
"No, but it adds the necessary kick."
"Fine. We'll leave them separate from everything else."
Yang returned the device to it's owner, who shut it with a click.
"I have enough to make it to that pier, but it's gonna be close." Yang proclaimed, judging the distance.
"Then that's all you need." Ozpin replied.
Yang and the rest of the team unloaded the bike, and the Bullhead roared back to life.
"The duration of this mission is indefinite, so do not feel rushed!" Ozpin yelled over the engines. "Good luck!"
The airship made a sudden ascent, back into the night sky. From the girls' prospective, it looked like their Headmaster almost lost his balance.
With a few clicks of Bumblebee's dash, the engine turned for a second before spurting out a cloud of soot from the tailpipe as it settled into an almost soothing rumble.
"Remind me to clean the combustion chamber when we get back, Rubs." Yang grumbled, not too happy with the lame ignition.
"Clean the combustion chamber when we get back!" The caped crusader exclaimed.
Oh, sweet irony...
Remember that thing I said about the angst? It was sort of a...
...uh...
a fib. For this chapter, at least!
I don't recall where the comical piloting skills of Glynda came into play, but I'm keeping it.
Also, *shoots confetti* it's the tenth chapter!
I like to celebrate in tens...
C707 out!