A/N: Hello again. C'mon, let's go ahead and read this hot mess.
yomunot: I know, right? You woulda never expected it! Unless you did...
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Tick, tock, tick, tock… Jaune thought to himself as he stared at a clock on the wall. He, his team, and his sister team were all trapped inside Professor Peter Port's Grimm Studies class. Well, it should be Grimm Studies, but the man was rambling on and on about some asinine story involving Griffons, explosive grenades, and red soldiers fighting blue soldiers.
He would've meditated his way past this class, were it not for the fact that Professor Port actually gives tests on his stories… oh, and the random bits of actual Grimm Studies he gave them during his tales.
Weeding out those who easily lost concentration? Being an utter troll? It didn't matter. No, what mattered to Jaune was making sure he remembered that A) the weak point of the Griffon species of Grimm was the inside of their mouths, and B) the orange soldier was hit in the gonads eight times.
The professor had just gotten to the part where the base they were fighting in exploded, whilst simultaneously lecturing about the extreme effectiveness of Burn Dust on Beowulf Grimm, when the bell rang.
"And, ugh, oh. Well, I guess the thrilling conclusion to my tale will have to come next time we all meet. Class dismissed, and remember students."
"Stay vigilant." They all said in unison and in boredom. Just before exiting class, he shook the shoulder of one student, who had fallen asleep halfway through. He would've felt sorry had he not seen the video camera right in front of him.
… Why hadn't I thought of that? Cursing his lack of creativity, Jaune and his friends strolled down the hallway, making their way to the cafeteria. "Well, guys, today's the start of the weekend. Who here's got any plans on painting the city?"
"If you must know, me and Ruby have some plans at Vale's Cross-Continental Transit tower. There's something I need to obtain from the Schnee Dust Company records."
"And I've never been to it before, so yay!" Nora looked at her and Yang curiously.
"Wait, don't you two live on an island near Vale?"
"The ticket from Patch to the city is very expensive."
"Fair enough. So," Ren looked at Yang and Blake. "What about you two?"
"Well, Blakey here's going to be boring and is staying at the dorm all night."
"Yes. That is correct. I'll be doing NOTHING else."
"But I'M hitting up the club!" Nora turned to Ren with sparkles in her eyes. Remembering the last time they went to one, his eyes hardened.
"No."
"But Renny!"
"Never again." The other two members of Team JNPR shared a look.
"Is there something we need to know?"
"I refuse to bring Nora to a club again."
"OOH, OOH! Maybe she can hang with me and Weiss!"
"Correction- 'Weiss and I.'" As the two argued about grammar, everyone else ignored them.
"So, P-Money, wanna meet up in Vale later tonight?"
"So sorry, but I don't believe I'd be comfortable in a club setting…" Yang slung her arm around Pyrrha's shoulders.
"Aw, don't be like that! I'm pretty sure you just don't wanna be swamped by fans. Lucky for you, I know a girl who can give you the perfect disguise! You can go out and not worry at all!" The champion still looked a little unsure about it. She looked to Jaune for some advice.
"Well, I think it's a good idea. I mean, come on Pyrrha, with a lifestyle like yours, you know, winning so many tournaments and all, you haven't had any time for fun!" The Spartan relented, and gave him a small thumbs-up. Yang grinned.
"What about you? Do you wanna come?"
"Of course! Who wouldn't? Except for stuck-ups like Weiss, of course."
"Hey!"
When Jaune walked out of his team's shower, he felt good. His new white leather jacket, with some bright yellow strips along the arms, shoulders, and collar, fit him nicely. His navy-colored slacks were snug, and complimented the white shirt he had on. His cloth black belt was now replaced with a leather black belt, with the image of two crescent moons emblazoned on the silver buckle. He had forgone the headband, placing it into his pocket while he gelled up his hair into a small pompadour.
Of course, he took caution with his clothing and made sure they fit over the shin guards, elbow guards, knee guards, breastplate, and vambraces he had underneath… while still looking fashionable, of course. He had also decided to wear black titanium-toed boots, just in case.
His teammate, Pyrrha, had thrown that caution into the wind when Yang's friend chose her outfit.
She was wearing a top that most definitely came from Mistral's Zhōngguó region. If he remembered right, it was called a qipao, one with long sleeves, and boy did it work for the girl. It was mostly burgundy in coloration with a bit of light bronze around the cuffs, collar, and hem. She also had on a cute crimson skirt that went down to her knee, long black stockings and simple, black stiletto heels.
To help mask her identity, she let her hair down from its usual ponytail, and it was tied into a double fishtail braid, the ends tied with maroon ribbons. Her tiara was repurposed into a headband, and her emerald eyes became a burning orange, thanks to a pair of contacts. And, the finishing touch: a pair of designer glasses.
If she hadn't told him she was Pyrrha, he wouldn't have believed it.
Anyways, he felt good and he looked good. She felt good and she looked good. When they left their dorm, they both felt and looked good.
Not so much right now, what with a dozen rifle barrels carried by mafia-type guys shoved in their faces.
That Neptune guy, who was wearing the same clothes they first met him in AND was invited by Yang, seemed that way too.
Yang, who was wearing a cream vest, a black shrug with gold cuffs, black stockings with a black miniskirt and her shotgun-bracelets, simply looked ticked off.
"You know, Yang, most clubs don't welcome customers like this…"
"Hey, hey, hey!" A voice rang out, and the goons in front of them made way for a tall fellow. Apart from not having a fedora, sunglasses, and the black blazer they all had, exposing his vest and white dress shirt, he was dressed similarly. This, coupled by the fact they all moved aside, meant that he was probably their boss.
"Do you idiots want to screw up my club again? Put away your guns!" grumbling to himself, he fixed his tie and held his arms out wide. "Blondie! You're here! Again!" The cheerful smile he had on his face was replaced by a scared frown. "…Why?"
"Come on, Junior, can't a girl and her friends just hit up the club? Party a little?" As she said this, the bracelets on her wrist turned into her signature pair of shot-gauntlets, Ember Celica.
"… Fine, just don't start anything again. The DJ over there just got rid of his fear of blondes."
"Great!" She turned to the other minors. "Well, you guys can go and tear up the floor if you like. Junior here owes me a drink." As she sauntered off to the bar, forcefully dragging the big boss with here, the others shared a look. Spotting some twins that looked like discount versions of Weiss and Ruby (the weapons, a pair of claws and razor-sharp heels, were different enough) talking with the guards as if they were family, he politely got their attention.
"What exactly did Yang DO to this place?" The white one spoke first.
"Well, she like, put me and my sister, Melanie, in, like, casts."
"Yeah, Junior over there was, like, stuck in a wheelchair for, like, days."
"Half of the workers were, like, traumatized. That one is, like, still going through therapy."
"She also, like, completely destroyed the dance floor and speaker systems."
"Plus, like, we had to spend a ton of money on, like, fixing all the holes in the walls and ceiling."
"Don't forget, Militia, that, like, she didn't pay a single cent for all the damage."
"What do you expect? We weren't, like, the most goody-two shoes club in, like, the city." The two members of JNPR shared a look of concern, which the red one, Melanie, immediately caught.
"Like, be chill. We're totally, like, on the straight and narrow now. Anyway, why don't you guys go, like, dance or something?" They took that offer, hoping that this would be the last of the crazy stuff that was happening that night.
"I JUST REPLACED THOSE WALLS!" That was the last thing Jaune heard someone say before a pair of massive, heavily armored, mechanized battlesuits tore through the walls of Junior's Place. The fact that he saw Blake (and some random monkey Faunus) being chased by them made the situation a little more personal.
It especially seemed that way for Yang and Neptune, given how fast the two of them hopped into Yang's personal motorcycle, a sports bike she called Bumblebee. Painted in various shades of yellow and orange, it looked like a fireball going down the highway. The two little sidecars she attached to it kept the theme, and resembled small embers. Yang revved the engine impatiently.
"Well? Hurry the hell up and get in!" They didn't need to be told twice. Hopping in, they barely sat down when Yang shot down the road, chasing after the two huge mechs.
"Yang!" Jaune yelled over the roaring engine. "What the hell's going on?"
"Well, Blake and a monkey-tailed Faunus are being chased by high-tech weaponry, and we're chasing said weaponry across town."
"I mean, all the behind-the-scenes stuff that's probably involved! Like, why does Blake have a White Fang mask?"
"… Okay, fine! Blake wanted to know why the White Fang was teaming with humans, and team RWBY was all to happy to help her!"
"Don't forget me and Sun!" As they talked, Jaune heard a loud 'thunk' noise. Wondering what that was, he saw a bunch of cars flying, Blake and the Faunus jumping on various cartops, and the mechs plowing everything out of their way. It looked like they were on a Freeway… which meant that a lot of lives were in danger right now.
"Yang! The cars!"
"I know! Let me dodge them in relative peace and quiet!"
"I don't mean that! I mean, make LESS cars fly at us! We need to hurry and send those things off the road! Seriously, people might actually get hurt!" The blonde boxer looked at him in understanding. She turned to the other male riding her bike.
"Hey! Tell Sun and Blake to get those things off the road!"
"With what?"
"Get out your freaking Scroll and CALL THEM!"
"Ahhhh… I'll text them instead." Pulling out his personal Scroll, he sent a quick message to the monkey. Jaune saw that they got the message when Sun and Blake blew one of the things off the road using a mixture of her chain-and-sickle weapon and explosive afterimages, supplied by Sun.
That still left one of them however. Lucky for any civillians, it stopped in its tracks. Unfortunately, it stopped when it saw Yang's motorcycle and all the people riding it.
Its 'arms' transformed into a pair of missile launchers.
I've gotta get it off the bridge! Reaching deep within his soul for power, his arms became cloaked in a gold and teal flame. Casting both arms forward, two amorphous masses of energy appeared. One of them was positioned directly in front of Jaune. The other was right next to the battlesuit.
Coating his right leg in the flame, he jumped through the blob in front of him before reappearing to the side of the machine, foot raised high into the air. "Moonsault… SLASH!" Bringing his heel down forcefully in a wide Arc in front of him, he forced it to move back , with its back just barely touching the railing. Dashing forward, he tackled it off the freeway, and pummeled it as it crashed into the ground below.
As he continued to punch the war machine, he suddenly found himself face to face with a bunch of rockets, ready to explode.
He saw himself suddenly glow in a black aura, before he was thrown backwards and off the mech.
"Jaune, what have I told you about fighting without your team?" He saw that Pyrrha had jumped off the road to give him aid.
"Yeah, without our other two members, I doubt this counts as fighting with the team. So, Yang and the other guy?"
"Yang's fighting the other one with the rest of her team. Neptune and that second Faunus were knocked out of the fight when the Paladin threw them through a building." He looked at her with confusion as the thing slowly stood back up.
"Paladin?"
"It's a weapon from Atlas, currently just a prototype. According to what I heard from Yang, the White Fang and their human partners stole a shipment of them." Jaune just sighed and shook his head.
"Oh great. If its made from Atlas tech, we're gonna be stuck fighting this thing all night!" As he said that, he heard a faint giggling noise. Pyrrha looked at something behind the Paladin, and smiled.
"Not without a full team." Suddenly, in a bright flash of pink light, something rammed into the back of the Paladin, staggering it. The unknown assailant vaulted over it, revealing herself to be one Nora Valkyrie, wielding her massive hammer
"Heya Jauney!" Wherever she was, that meant that a certain man would be there too. His presence was marked by a spray of bullets peppering the main frame of the Paladin. He landed next to the cheerful ginger, dual pistols out. "Me and Renny are here to help!"
"Nora! Ren! Where the hell did you guys come from?"
"Well…"
"We were with Weiss. She got a call from Blake for help. We went along with her after grabbing our weapons" The hammer wielder stamped her feet.
"Renny! I wanted to tell a story!" They barely dodged a rocket launched at them.
"Not the time!" Jaune flipped away as the ground beneath him exploded. His mind was racing with information.
Pyrrha's weaponless. I'm down to bare knuckles… and armor. Ren and Nora are faring better, but that thing's tough. He grabbed his leg, which was still vibrating from the earlier axe kick. Just those two won't be able to tear it apart… tear it apart… He looked at the champion as he ran away from Gatling gun fire. Of course! Pyrrha has magnetic powers! If we can just get her to pull it apart, piece by piece… but since it's from Atlas, the joints might be too strong…
"Alright! Nora, draw attention like a lightning rod! Ren, weaken the joints like rust! Pyrrha."
"Yes?"
"Look for an opening. When you find one, rush in and touch the Paladin and activate your Semblance. Whenever you have a chance, try to pull it apart like Velcro!"
"Good plan! But if this guy gets away, he might find out what my Semblance was. I want to keep that secret."
"Okay then, just weaken all the nuts and bolts while the three of us dismantle it. Either way, I suggest you find a safe spot to hide behind. Hadouken!" Launching a blast of blue energy at the Paladin, he distracted it enough for Ren to slash it a couple times at the hip joints.
Despite being large, the mech was fast, as it swiftly backhanded Ren, swatting him away. As it locked onto the oriental target, cannon arm ready to fire, a large pink hammer slammed into its knee, causing it to buckle and fire at a lone cement pillar.
Taking this moment of weakness, Jaune ran up to it and uppercut the cockpit, staggering the Paladin and opening it up to a martial arts chop to the right shoulder. But it tanked the damage, and punched Jaune right into a pillar before it charged at Nora.
As it approached, she fired a barrage of pink Dust grenades at it, not one of them slowing it down. Nearing its target, it was about to slam a fist down when a green pistol, with a dagger attached to it, was stabbed into its left shoulder. The owner of the weapon, Ren, grabbed it before making a large cut. A spray of sparks and electricity told him that no shoulder movement was going to happen for a while now. However, a blast to his face with the cannon meant that it could still fight with that arm.
"Ren!" Jumping high into the air, Nora brought down the hammer, denting the cockpit. The pilot, too busy with the hammer girl, didn't notice a certain redhead sprinting past its leg while touching it in the process before hiding behind a small building. It DID notice the weak Sonic Boom that tried to cut into its right hip.
Kicking the Valkyrie away, its back opened up to reveal a large number of explosive rockets. Jaune, who had made his way back into the battle, cursed. He called out to his team's emerald gunman.
"Ren, shoot them from the sky!" Cocking his guns, Ren complied. A flurry of explosions filled he air as Jaune created another pair of portals for him to slip through.
This time, he ended up atop the Paladin. "Sen'enshu!" Leaping into the air, he spun around before dropping his heel on the cockpit. He noticed a couple nuts and bolts falling from the frame. Alright, Pyrrha! Leaping off the machine, he grabbed its left arm, spiraling around it before planting his feet firmly on the main body. Then, with all his weight behind it (plus some assistance from Nora's hammer), he managed to pull the am from its socket, with only a few wires keeping it connected. Those were then severed with a flashy chop. Cousin Alex, eat your heart out.
While Jaune and Nora dealt with one arm, Ren dealt with the other. Repeatedly pumping bullets into the socket had weakened it, and Ren took this chance. Sheathing his weapons, he gathered his Aura into his palm and slammed it into the joint, removing the other arm entirely.
It wasn't over yet. The Paladin spun in place quickly as it tried to dislodge the brats clinging onto its body. Ren fell off, and Nora followed suit. But Jaune clung on until it suddenly stopped, flinging him away. Without a pause, the machine ran after Jaune, and was able to place on foot on top of him.
"Ggh!" This better work! Harnessing his inner energy, Jaune managed to create a decent-sized orb of electrical energy in the palm of his right hand and shot it in Nora's general direction. Seeing the sparking ball fly through the air, she caught it in her hand. She smiled maniacally as she felt the electricity course throughout her body, empowering her.
Dashing forward, she spun her hammer around like a tornado before swinging it upwards. She hit the Paladin's core (the groin area) with such force that the Paladin was blasted into pieces while also making Ren and Jaune cringe at the sight.
Team JNPR reconvened at the pilot's unconscious body. As they looked at the man, a standard White Fang goon with the Grimm mask, black hoodie, and white body armor, they all felt a bit good with themselves.
That is, until they somehow heard Dan and Rufus screaming down the street.
"MY TACOS!"
"I JUST WANTED SOME GRUB FROM 'SUPER DYNAMIC COOKING', DAMMIT!"
"AY DIOS MIO! MY STALLL!" Team JNPR looked at each other.
"… Crap."
A/N: Well, that wasn't as good as I wanted it to be... f*k. Anyways, review and PM me and I'll see y'all later.