Okay, you're wondering why the rating fell from M to T, right? No? Too bad, I'm telling you anyway!
I wrote out the story's later chapters (up to chapter 13 right now) and realized I couldn't pull myself to write M rated content on this page.
Sorry, but I'm sticking to my morals for this account and leaving this open for more readers to dig into.
Tukson was organizing the books in the back of his shop. He had a few books that weren't represented on the shelves, so he wanted to get them out for possible buyers to see. It was his second to last day before he moved to Vaccuo, so he was nervous about serving his customers.
Blake Belladonna was one such patron to his store that he would miss dearly. She was originally a White Fang member, but she left the group nearly a year ago when their ideals were turning darker and their actions becoming more destructive. She was the one person who helped him see how wrong doings wouldn't bring about equality, but rather repeat the cycle with humans on the bottom of society. He was leaving Vale in the attempt to get away from his past and, to some extent, the White Fang.
Tukson picked up a copy of Ninjas of Love. This was Blake's favorite book, one she recommended to him as a guilty pleasure. He never could get into the smut scenes, but he enjoyed the action and love story within the novel. He smiled, thinking deeply about what this book meant to him.
DING! The bell on his counter rang loudly. Tukson placed the book on top of the stack and called out to the customers.
"BE RIGHT THERE!"
He picked up the two stacks he made and backed his way through the swinging door into the shop.
"Welcome to Tukson's Book Trade," he began. "Home to every book under the sun."
He turned to face the customer and stopped dead in his tracks. Two figures were in the shop with him. Neither of these characters were friendly faces to him in his current state.
The first was a young girl, probably 17, with emerald green hair that fell to her shoulders. She was wearing a green top with a white overlay and brown pants. Green pistols crossed each other behind her back, sticking out a little on each side. He knew her as Emerald Sustrai, one of the new higher ups known for her slight of hand and her mentally intrusive semblance.
The second was her partner, Mercury Black. Mercury had his silver hair slicked back in a wild style. He wore his trademark faded jacket with silver arm guards that went up to his shoulders. His black pants were the one article of clothing that concealed his black boots that housed rifle based weaponry that would fire when kicked. Mercury was well known for being the son of the assassin, Marcus Black, who he murdered in cold blood before his boss, Cinder Fall, found him.
Tukson knew if he didn't play it cool, they'd know it was him. He decided he'd act innocent until they revealed who he was.
"How may I help you?" he asked casually.
Tyler exited Dustin's shop, a smile plastered across his face. His new armor was adorned and his classic one stowed away in the rolling suitcase he pulled behind him. The new armor was built from a strong material that was in the experimental phase on Earth before he left. The color of the armor was almost identical, but instead of a Lincoln Green hue, he sported an Emerald Green color. It was a slightly brighter tone that he knew would fade into his favorite Lincoln Green after a few months. His visor was the same color, but there wasn't the huge crack on the side of it.
What made this new armor better than his older one was the enhancements that Dustin and his friend Madeline added. There were more options for defense and movement than he could count on his hands. Some were attached to his belt, some on his gauntlets, and others were built into the pack on his back. He was, quite literally, a walking weapon.
Apparently, the experimental devices he used on Mars were basic versions of the current generation of technology. His warp function backpack was reconstructed to use similar technology to the mail service's extended interior packages, allowing someone to send a few dozen items in the same space only four or five might fit. He wanted to not include a jetpack for concern about refueling, but Dustin assured him that the armor could handle the energy and the battery would self-recharge. Aside from that concern, all of the technology was perfected and ready for use.
Tyler dragged the suitcase to his residence in Vale to store for the time being. Upon entering the apartment, he was met by a student's deep green eyes, her long red hair pulled into a ponytail, and her fully armored battle gear, complete with twin swords at her hips and two types of two-handed swords on her back.
He held his stance in a defensive formation, but soon relaxed when he saw who it was. "Oh, hey Emm."
Emm chuckled. "Still can't get used to seeing me in your apartment on Sundays?"
Tyler locked the door behind him. "No, I don't think I will either." Turning towards the master bedroom, he rolled the trunk into his room and left it at the foot of the bed.
"What's that?" the fiery fighter asked.
"It's my older armor. I got a new suit from Dustin's smithy, so I won't be needing this one as often."
He walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. Reaching into the fridge, he grabbed the carton of milk and poured himself a glass.
Emm smirked at him. "What time are you planning on heading back to Beacon?"
Tyler set down the glass before he could take a drink. "I plan on getting back soon, sometime within the next hour. Why do you ask?"
Emm handed him her copy of the apartment keys. "I thought I'd return your keys and leave the apartment to you entirely. I won't be needing a getaway spot anymore."
Tyler nodded as he took the keys. "You didn't leave any belongings in the spare bedroom you used?"
Emm shook her head. "I made sure I've got everything. I'll see you at Beacon."
With that, the flame fighter left the apartment. Tyler downed his milk and washed out the glass. He was happy to open up his residence to friends and students if trouble came about, but Emm's convenient 'trips' to Vale were quite frequent. She almost spent more time at his residence than her own dormitories. Tyler put up the glass and left his residence, ready for the next semester of teaching at Beacon.
Tyler arrived on campus about 9am, about time for breakfast to end. He made his way across campus to see if he could catch Team JNPR or Team RWBY on their way back from eating.
Tyler stopped about 100 feet from the door, looking at two individuals heading around the corner. One was a young man with blonde hair, a white shirt that opened in the front, red armguards, blue jeans, and a blonde monkey tail sticking out behind him. The other was dressed in blue jeans, a red leather jacket, black fingerless gloves, and goggles that rested just beneath his bright blue hair. He could hear the monkey's description of some fight he witnessed.
"So she was really fast, and I saw the armored guy she was with lay the smackdown on a crook and his henchmen. It was totally awesome!"
The blue haired friend smiled in a cool manner. "Nice."
"And the best part? She's a Faunus." The monkey covered his mouth momentarily. "But that's a secret, okay."
"Got it."
"And not an 'I'm gonna go tell Scarlet as soon as Sun turns his back' secret. I'm talking secret, secret."
His slick haired companion stopped walking momentarily. "Woah. Chill out, man. I got it."
"You'd better, I don't want to screw this up. The people here are the coolest!"
Tyler was nearly eight feet away from them when they noticed him. "Well," he stated. "I wondered who's bioscan I picked up last night. I didn't expect it to be yours."
The monkey-tailed Faunus almost jumped out of his skin. "Ah!"
Tyler gave a healthy chuckle. "I didn't expect that, but it was priceless."
The monkey recomposed himself. "Right. I suppose I should introduce myself. I'm Sun Wukong. This is my partner, Neptune Vasilias."
Tyler extended his right hand. "I'm Tyler Wells, combat instructor for Beacon Academy."
Neptune shook his hand with Sun following him. "Didn't know that you were the teacher."
Tyler shrugged. "I just have a knack for being in the right place at the right time, mostly."
Tyler lead them into the dining hall when a huge crowd of students ran out past them. Someone had yelled out about a food fight.
When Tyler looked at the scene, he wasn't too surprised. Team JNPR had built a castle out of the tables on one end of the dining hall. Team RWBY was beginning an assault on the fortress by targeting specific members with food variants of their signature weapons. Ruby was holding Weiss in her arms, a swordfish sticking out of the heiress's hand. Yang was wearing turkeys like boxing gloves and facing off against Ren who was using huge celery sticks like small swords.
Yang's volley spike launched Ren into the ground as Nora ran up with a watermelon stabbed with a metallic rod from the wall. She slammed it upward into Yang, sending the hot-headed female soaring through the roof.
Blake dodged the falling debris and picked up a chain of sausage links, swinging them like a whip and smacking Nora into the soda machine at the bottom of the pile of tables. When Nora collided, cans of soda spilled out of it, which Nora proceeded to launch like grenades at the Feline Fatale.
Tyler knew it was going to get messier from here on out. "Get behind me, you two."
Sun and Neptune closed in behind him quickly. Tyler reached his hand underneath his pack and pulled out a cylindrical container that was nearly a foot in length and about four inches in diameter. He tapped the button on the side, which caused a small stick to extend from the cylinder. He stuck the stick into the ground and propped up the cylinder, tapping another button.
The cylinder opened up a translucent, spherical shield that surrounded them and encased them in the aquamarine field. The second after the shield went up, cans of grape soda began raining down upon it, sending soda flying over the three gentlemen and landing on the wall behind them. Tyler turned his head to face Sun.
"It's called the Pocket Field. It allows me to block all matter moving at high velocities while allowing people and slower moving objects to pass through the shield."
Sun was looking up at the shield with delight. Neptune, on the other hand, was looking up in relief. He was certainly worried that he'd be covered in junk before the end of the food fight, whether he participated or not.
Ruby rushed forward, sending a tornado of food items, and Team JNPR, crashing against the wall opposite the entrance. Tyler tapped the blinking button on the Pocket Field Generator, withdrawing the protective field back into its canister.
At that moment, Glynda burst into the dining hall. Her expression was angrier than Tyler had ever seen it before. She flicked her wand and worked her magic. All food articles were cleaned up from the back wall, all tables and benches were put back where they went, all dishes were fixed if broken, and all food and dishes were placed into the appropriate places at the counter on the right side of the dining hall.
"Children," she began, a calm and scary tone present in her voice. "Please. Do not play with your food."
At that moment, Yang fell back through the ceiling. Sun looked down at his watch. "She's been in the air for about a minute and forty seconds."
Tyler shook his head. "Seems she was traveling at terminal velocity upon impact."
Ozpin stepped up from behind them and placed his hand on Glynda's shoulder. "Let it go," he calmly stated.
Glynda sighed. "They're supposed to be the defenders of the world."
Ozpin nodded. "And they will be, but for right now, they're just children. So, why don't we let them play the part?" He turned towards the door and began to walk out of the dining hall.
Tyler shrugged. "It won't be a role they can enjoy for much longer."
Glynda walked out after Ozpin. Sun and Neptune went off after them, maybe to get someone or get their dorms in order.
Tyler turned to the remaining eight figures. "You all should have waited for permission to hold such an astounding fight."
Ruby shrugged. "Why?"
Tyler chuckled. "I would have let you all use the arena."
After that, all nine of them went to the dorms, Teams RWBY and JNPR to change and Tyler to get some well-deserved rest.
Okay, um, yeah. Tukson still died. Big whoop.
I'm sorry! He was either going to move to Vaccuo or die in Vale. I apologise to my friend who enjoyed his development in some other fanfictions.
Emm: So, why am I here again?
N-Sight: You're here as my end-credit dialogue friend. Plus, you and I are going to be in our own fanfiction starting near the start of December.
Emm: Oh, yeah! When did you write this?
N-Sight: The fanfiction we'll be in this winter was written about a year ago. I've already written a few chapters of the main story, but we'll be taking a backseat until chapter 3.
Emm: Okay, what do we do next?
N-Sight: Oh, you really just need to do it.
Emm: Give me a hint?
N-Sight: Uh, Red VS. Blue!
Emm: Really? All we'll be doing next chapter is just standing around talking?
N-Sight: Yeah, but it is interesting what will be said.
Emm: Just finish the next chapter of Kid Icarus: Grounded Awakening already!
N-Sight: Hey, you can't rush art! Or stories.
Emm: Just remember to upload our next chapter on August 21st, alright?
N-Sight: Alright! Alright! Jeez! You sound like my mother.
Emm: Well, maybe you imagined me as the mother you never had?
N-Sight: I don't think that's it.
Emm: That's probably it.