OKAY thanks to the single reviewer, I went back and fixed some shit. Anyway I did hit a snag in simply trying to get the next chapter of WaC to flow from my brain to my hands and into electronic paper. So don't expect WaC anytime soon. Also I will direct you to my profile for a update. Odds are after this is updated and those who care to look at the profile, give it some time tp update with the message of the day.
Don't expect much in the way of story being changed all that much, I merely added some details, fixed some odd word placement and spelling, and made something atleast seem passable. Don't give your hopes up
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Gritting his teeth Alex ducked under the attempt to grab and floored his jumpkit to shoulder ram the Simulacrum's chest to send it back. Flaring the kit once again to get to a safe distance. As it fired though, it let out a crackle and died with a pop.
'Figures' acting quickly, he decoupled the jumpkit and tossed it to the side. Readying himself again, he saw the Sim unit also discard its jump kit "May as well make it a fair fight". Alex scoffed 'Fair fight my ass'. He lightly felt Verdinia's data core on his waist and had to think of something quick.
He forgot to log out of the local battlenet, thanks to that fuck up, he heard Ruby speak "ALEX! Weiss coming to you! Please tell us your alive!" Alex only glared at the simulacrum. Tapping the side of his helm he spoke and made sure his opponent could hear as well. "Yea I'm alive, tell her to take her time and try not to freeze the damn place" taking his finger away from his earpiece.
'Let us hope Weiss understands what I'm trying to get through to her' raising the flat of the blade to deflect a strike from the alter ego, he saw a kick incoming to his side. Reacting, he focused what aura he had to protect his person to the strike zone. He felt the force of the kick, but not the pain. For now he will fake a grunt of pain.
"After seeing that, I rather like the fact I'm a machine. Don't want to deal with pain and fatigue." Looking at the sim unit he was confused. 'Either stalling or trying to throw me off' looking to his hud he saw he had a single smoke and arc grenade, a single satchel, and three dust cartridges for the cleaver.
'Alright, let's do this' formulating a plan, he acted. Reaching behind his back, as he predicted, the Sim unit took the chance to attack since the human was partly distracted. Which came true as the machine started to enter a sprint. Grabbing the only arc grenade, he started to unclip it from his belt and pulled the pin with his thumb. He bit through the pain he put his thumb through, but hurled it at the committed Sim unit who had no choice but to take the arc grenade head on.
The intended effect was to stun it while he drops a smoke on it so he had time to load a dust cartridge. The grenade exploded in multiple arcs of lightning and successfully caused the sim to start tumbling across the war torn dirt. Since the fans were running louder, it had the intended effect but for only a half minute at best.
Unclipping the smoke grenade, he pulled the pin and tossed it by the downed unit before backing off. Reaching for the three dust cartridges. The smoke grenade exploded in its usual white-grey cloud. Looking at the three, he put two in a pouch on his chest and one in the awaiting home in the hilt. The smoke began to electricity. Closing the port he let the weapon charge itself with the dust concoction in the hilt. It glowed yellow-white and finally closed signaling it was ready.
Looking the smoke dissipated, the Sim unit was nowhere to be seen. His Instincts screamed at something. Dropping to the floor, he narrowingly missing a knife swipe to the neck. Rolling to the right he missed a metal foot impacting the dirt. Swinging up with the blade, it was blocked by a metal armored arm. The impact triggered a mechanism and forcefully expended a gust of wind that carried static electricity.
The arm was knocked to the side and the metallic superstructure groaned heavily at the sudden redirection of force. The alter ego jumped back and eyed the blade, which was now glowing. "Well that will be irritating to deal with" was all it said before charging at him again, moving the blade's flat side he blocked the data knife and another gust of static charged wing blasted the sim unit back.
"Yea, that is going to get old real fast" thinking on its feet it unclipped a fragmentation grenade. Thinking quick Alex preemptively swung the blunt side the his weapon against the ground. The effect he was after was a upward gust of wind. Which he got, it was enough to send the grenade behind him and explode. Problem was, this left him open, leaning to the left to narrowingly dodged a impaled shoulder, but he preferred to the large cut to his upper right arm. The cut itself was at best a inch deep. But what made it worse wasn't the blood dripping on the blade but the sim unit used his chest as a springboard.
The force exerted almost cracked his entire rib cage, thankfully the armor and exosuit had shock absorbers which only mitigated the damage the force had on him. But physics still applied and that hurt as his back as he hit the ground hard. Leaning up he saw the Sim unit balancing itself, judging from this Alex could see that using him as a springboard was spur of the moment and the frame's balance barely met the demand.
Getting up as fast as his painful, and probably bruised chest could allow, he raised the cleaver ready to fight. "God fucking damnit, why are we so fucking stubborn!" it charged ready to end this right here and now. Thinking quick he moved to block with the cleaver but it anticipated the move and leaned around the block, but to his unguarded right and his cheek was met with a hard metal fist. The helmet was dented, felt the force, and it almost broke his jaw.
Swinging the blade at the Sim unit, it deftly jumped over it but Alex threw a left hook, and thanks to the exosuit augmenting his strength, hit him back significantly. The HUD was flickering and it barely told him where the chest of the unit was. He took the gamble. Taking the time to internally curse his luck with shots to his head, he took his helmet off and tossed it aside.
His left arm was bleeding and as a result bleed more from the movement from the punch he delivered. 'Oh I am going to feel that once this is all said and done' thinking to himself he readied himself. For once, it had no banter to spew, or some humor filled attempt at something. Just a stare off.
At best, if Weiss knew what he was alluding to, he has another fifteen minutes to immobilize the Simulacrum and run like hell. 'Problem is, if and when I run it will A follow, B catch on somehow and dodge, or C all the above' glaring at the sim unit, trying to devise a way to immobilize the unit long enough for Weiss to deliver. If not, 'I hear going out in a blaze of glory is in season this time of year' shuffling slightly, he felt the solitary satchel thump against his back.
The Sim unit was clenching and unclenching its right hand that still held its knife. "You want to know something" glaring at the sim unit it shuffled as well. "This whole fucking war, us joining the IMC, it was all a fucking lie. Looking back we had literally next to no reason for what we decided to do". 'Great spouting philosophical bullshit' and great minds think alike "Yes I am spouting philosophical bullshit but I'm making sure you are made aware."
"I mean, nothing we did was natural. Some say it was forced, that what changed us needed to take its natural course. Especially what your feelings for Hailey. That shit was born from straight lust and the fact she wanted us under her heel. Does any of this make sense?" looking at the Sim unit he shrugged.
"Does any of it need a reason? What happened, happened. Get the fuck over it. War changes people, the mere thought of going off to war changes people whether we like it or not" Alex said now spouting philosophical bulhsit. "Our past made us who we are, and if you don't like it well your shit out of luck and have to live with this" gripping the handle hard he charged.
"Well, makes what I'm about to do easier then" ignoring it, Alex angled the blade so that it was perpendicular to the machine's waist and swung. Expecting this, it jumped back and a click was heard. Looking down a single grenade was in free fall. Throwing up what Aura he had left shrapnel and fire consumed him.
The Sim unit waited, staring at the obscuring smoke. Switching to a form of heat vision, it scanned the smoke looking for human modeled heat patterns. Internally smiling, it found none and sat down acting like it was exhausted. But something emerged from the smoke; a satchel charge.
In a position of inability to properly dodge, it struck the torso of the chassis and he heard the dual detonator clicking. The flashing red light went solid for a single second before the machine was enveloped in unnatural heat with white hot shrapnel tearing through the armor and inner circuitry.
Luckily it was still online, problem was its midsection was heavily damaged and the main circuit responsible for mobility of its legs was either slagged or riddled with holes. Not to mention, a leg was off to its left.
Hearing footsteps, the Sim unit looked to the now dissipating smoke to see Alex walking out but lacking a right arm and holding was holding his slow bleeding stump. Glaring at the immobilized sim unit, three thunderous shots were heard and the both of them heard a tell tale whistling "Checkmate asshole" running to the right, the whistling got louder and the sim unit tried in vain with its arms to move out of the way of possible explosives. But was met with a different explosion, one of ice. All three hit around the middle ground where the two were and from the there spewed forth rapidly expanding ice that covered the Sim unit in a snap freeze.
Alex had a proper head start but he hit the dirt face first. Looking back he was thankful he installed suit warmers cause his legs were encased in Ice. He laid there waiting for RWBY to make their way to him. His only solace that they won was the cheering and lack of gunfire.
After some time, his legs still felt cold. 'actually lost feeling… that's not good' he thought afterward as he laid there waiting already coming to terms that he will basically be bound to a wheelchair. Coming to a separate gut wrenching thought had clasped his hands to Verdinia's datacore. He sighed as he felt the warmth of the metal.
After a agonizing time, the ground he laid on vibrated. Looking to his right he smiled as he saw four distinctly colored relic titans moving toward him. Blizzard and Dragon were the first to reach him, through Blizzard was leading the pack.
Weiss all but launched herself from her titan once the hatched opened. Yang was calmer then she was. He made sure to lean to hide his lack of a right arm. "So Alex" Yang said and looked to his legs which was steaming. "I would say did you have a nice fall but obviously you did, guess the Ice princess here kept you from leaving her" she wiggled her eyebrows causing him to groan.
There was a thud and, looking back up, Weiss had somehow punched Yang into the ground. "YANG HE IS OLDER THAN US BY, at best, TEN YEARS!" sighing in defeat at being called old, Alex waved it off with his left hand. "Let her be, I plan on giving up the love life for a while" the brawler was the one to pause and look at him. "Yea, you have zero game to even begin to get a love life" glaring at the surrogate sister "HEY! What the hell is that suppose to mean?" the three were talking when Sin and Red Death arrived. Ruby literal launched out of the cockpit, and her titan had to plant a foot back to keep it from falling back, and Blake climbed out of hers with grace of a feline.
Alex was about to say something when Ruby impacted him as he was still on the floor, problem was it ripped him from the heavy encasing of ice his legs were and there was a scream of pain.
Running to her Ruby was off and scooting back from Alex. She was scared by something and when the three looked to Alex, they saw why. His right arm was gone, and his previously frozen, thought to be slowly thawing, legs bleeding. Where Yang at least had her arm from the elbow up, Alex's arm was missing from the shoulder, and he basically lost any hope of saving his legs.
He needed medical attention asap. Weiss waved for Blake to go get her titan, Yang was by his side helping him stand and balance himself. "Ruby, I'm fine. Nothing-" he was cut off by rapidly approaching metallic footsteps and Alex pushed yang off, tumbling and there was a sudden blackened red arm where his old one used to be, but from the elbow down was a sword and it thrusted at the source of the footsteps was the sim unit who did a rushed repair job on a leg.
It ducked under the large red blade arm and drove a knife into Alex's gut and was pulled with as he hit the ground by a punch form the brawler. Screaming in pain, he moved his only hand to cover the gaping wound on his gut.
He fell to his ass and was trying to will his semblance to pull his organs back in and seal the wound so his Aura could heal him. But he was met with minimal results.
"We need to get him to a field hospital now!" Yang said. The two sisters did what they could and tried to keep pressure on the large gash.
This left Weiss to glare at the sparking and twitching Sim unit who was trying to get up. Grabbing Myrtenaster, she planted her foot on the back forcing it down. Raising her weapon, she aimed it at the back of its head and thrusted.
It easily pierced the armor and carved a path through it. Finally, it slumped, lifeless, and finally dead. She pulled it out of it as Blake returned with her titan and carefully picked up Alex. Ruby was small enough to stay with Alex to keep applying pressure. Yang hitched a ride on the shoulder plates of the titan. But Weiss had a strange thought enter her mind and knelt by the Sim unit and carefully detached the head of the machine. Putting it quickly in her pack she mounted Blake's titan on the open shoulder plate.
/\[V]/\
Melody was looking over her brother as he slept peacefully in a medically induced coma. The medics managed to get what organs spilled out back in and into their proper positions and did the best they could to seal up the long cut.
According to the medics he would be on the first available transport out to a proper hospital and herself and RWBY were allowed to accompany him. But a question went unanswered, she looked to a medic who was going over the patient. "How long will he be out" the medic did not flinch and finished up what he was doing.
"I don't know, a few weeks, months, hell even years. Before he wakes up naturally, but I would not recommend waking him now, seeing as it may set him back" the medic looked at her. "The doctors at the hospital we're transferring him to will be able to properly tend to him and put him in a proper place to be in a coma then here" he said as he left. And a short minute later Yang and Ruby passed through the tent flap.
Looking at the two, "He is going to be fine, they just put him under. But according to the medic, he will be unconscious for a unspecified amount of time" Yang raised a eyebrow at the information. "Wouldn't they be able to wake him?" Melody nodded. "Yes but it's best we don't take him off the drugs keeping him under." the brawler looked to the person in question and only sighed.
Looking at the seats by the medical bed, the sisters took them. Melody stayed standing by the only entrance listening for the medical team that would come to take him on the first transport back to Mistral. Raising her hand up she looked at the object it held: Verdinia's datacore. She walked over to the comatose brother and place the datacore in his fingers, they coiled around it as if by reflex or some subconscious order. Walking back to her previous position they waited a hour till the medical team arrived to move him. Like before, RWBY and Melody were allowed to accompany him, and his grip on his titan's datacore never wavered.
/\[V]/\
Felicity sighed, she just got the report about the fight against the IMC. It was thankfully a win but they suffered for it. All of the mobile wall titans are in desperate need for repair, most if not all who participated require medical attention, and there were at least 50-90 dead. Not to mention Alex is triplegic with the only limb left unharmed being the left.
Sighing she rubbed her temples, 'Now we have to deal with the in bound IMC orbital bombardments' all major civilian centers already evacuated the civilians underground deep enough and moved all command personnel underground at specific locations.
Problem was Atlesian observatories are reporting the IMC and Militia fleets are holding their position. 'Something doesn't feel right' just then her com unit on her wrist beeps. Tapping the device she brought it to her chest "What is it?".
Rust's voice spoke through "Apparently the Militia forces here walked out of their base surrendering. When questioned there was a consensus that they would lose since the Black Reaper was dead. Their detachment was a recon unit after all, so they weren't not packing a lot in hardware" blinking to herself she sighed.
'How convenient and very backwards' "Alright put them all in cuffs and move them to detention centers, they surrendered so no one is to harm them. What of the Pilot team and the Base Commander?"
"The pilot team surrendered without a fuss and it was the Commander who ordered their surrender." this put her off 'Something definitely isn't right' she was about to speak when several consoles blared and a siren was heard.
"Rust get everyone to the fort's shelter!" signing off she rushed to the nearest console. Looking over the shoulder of the operator her gut was right: IMC were beginning the orbital bombardment.
'This is going to hurt' she moved out of the room and toward the war room. Once there she saw Ironwood. "Casualties?" he was looking through his scroll. "Only to the upper area of Vale, and some towns. Otherwise the shelters are holding. But I do have reports of potential cave ins" cursing under her breath she spoke again "We're going to bite a bullet here and I'm doing something stupid. Do what you can to limit and isolate the cave ins and move people around" she left before she got a response and toward the hanger bay for the Widow.
As she ran she reached out to Scar 'Scar get RWBY and Melody to the Widow. Were going to take the fight to the IMC fleet' she got his confirmation. She stopped by the armory on site to fetch her gear and her Spitfire.
Spending several minutes checking her gear, she resumed her course toward the Widow to see RWBY there along with Melody. "Get in we're going to fly directly into the heart of a IMC battlecruiser. Specifically the Pandora" Ruby steeled herself and boarded first, followed by a equally determined Yang. Melody was pushing a surprised and adamantly refusing Blake and Weiss.
Felicity set her weapon into a wall mounted holder and took her seat as the pilot. Melody entered the cockpit taking over as the co-pilot. Flipping a switch she activated the cargo intercom. "Strap in girls, and please don't vomit" flipping it off the two began going over the preflight checklist.
Once everything turned out okay Melody started to warm up the engines. Looking forward the large hangar door slowly opened letting in snow from a raging blizzard to enter. She began to countdown loud enough for the girls strapped in the cargo hold to hear.
"5" she tightened her harness.
"4" she flipped a switch to automate the transition of terrestrial to interstellar engines.
"3" tapping the gyroscope to see it flip minutely.
"2" she gripped the controls.
"1… HERE WE GO!" she floored the throttle and the Widow blasted out leaving a vapor trail.
Pulling up they cleared the runway and started the ascent. "Mel, activate the 'stealth drive'" she flipped open a glass cover and readied to press a button. Melody eyed the altitude meter and gave her the signal to push.
The second she did, alerts appeared on the dash in the form of red letters of the word 'Target Lock'. But they vanished after a while and there were purposefully missed shots. Adding to the ruse she banked when a anti air slug passed her.
The com unit on the widow was receiving a hail from the Pandora. "Come on soldiers, floor it!" she pressed a button to her left which spun up the jump drive. After a short charge up, they moved instantly to the Pandora's starboard side.
She and Melody began activating the onboard system to transmit docking clearance codes and waited. "Alright Vermillion, clear to dock in Hangar 3" Melody ended the connection and Felicity sighed.
"Thankfully it's 3. If it was 2 or 1 we would be fighting through Titans instead of grunts and specters." Melody simply nodded. "Handle docking, I'm checking on our passengers" uncoupling the harness and move to the cargo bay.
The door hissed open to see Blake on the floor resisting to vomit and Weiss looking paler than snow.
"So how does it feel to be the first people of Remnant to enter space?" she said smiling as she helped Blake stand and directed her to a compartment with vomit bags and some medicine for such occasions.
"AWESOME!" Ruby yelled as she jumped with joy, Yang brought her back down by ruffling her hair. Weiss regained her faculties enough to ask "Why did you ask for us to come?" she was met with a blank stare. "Right, I'm a idiot" she finally caught on and walked over to the locker onboard and retrieved her weapon.
"Alright, listen well and remember. The battleships here are large and always staffed to capacity. Meaning we're looking at at most 500-900 personnel not to mention several cadres of automated security overseen by handlers. Expect Specters and Stalkers beyond the hangar and Reapers in the hangar." she readied her LMG as RWBY prepared their weapons.
"Blake your part is vital, once the fighting stars, Melody and I will create a light show" she tossed her dataknife to her which she caught "I need you to head to the bridge, kill all the personnel you find along the way. Once on the Bridge, incapacitate the captain and murder the rest. You need the id badge and the data knife. Once that's all done the main console used to fly it will be located by the view glass. Pop it open with the knife and jack in. Next to the little ball is a port, use the id card and rewrite the automated defenses and the Pandora is ours"
Blake blinked and nodded while placing the blade in a holster above her jumpkit. "Yang believe it or not your going with Blake, Even I know it will be a shit show to head to the bridge. Ruby Weiss, you both will head to the engine room and disable the jumpdrive, do not break it" the two nodded while Yang grinned.
"When these doors open get read, Melody, tell me that thing is safe to use" she looked to the robot in question as she hefted a gatling gun and leveled it at the hip, left hand gripping the support lever. "Trust me, It's combat ready" she pulled the support lever back and a click was heard and the tri barrel began to spin. Taking a subconscious gulp of her saliva she looked back to the hatch.
Melody deployed missile pods over her shoulders ready to start the music each pod had three missiles ready to cause havoc. Scar electronically initiated the hatch to open. The second it raised over Melody's and Felicity's hip the two opened fire.
The bullets that spewed forth at the unwitting victims caused a lull in their response as they tried to figure out where the hail of bullets came from, once the hatch fully opened Melody locked onto the following targets: explosive barrels, hard light shielded grunts, and the odd Reaper moving against them. A total of 6 rockets flew from the pods impacting a cluster of oil created a large explosion of heat and fire, three shield grunts who did not have their shield up were gored across the flooring along with the bits of those around them, and a Reaper got two rockets to its abdomen that launched it into several technicians and grunts creating a red line and a splat against a wall where the reaper impacted a wall.
Blake and Yang took the large distraction and easily became ghosts as they ducked toward the lift to the main corridor that ran the length of the ship, Ruby and Weiss did the same but in the direction of the engine room.
The seconds following the bullets and explosions left the hanger lifeless except for Felicity and Melody. Felicity was reloading with Melody doing the same. Scar stepped off the Widow waiting for the automated Titans to move into the hanger.
"Pilot I calculate 1-2 minutes before the automated security personnel and other IMC personnel arrive. I recommend push several crates together and holding out till Team RWBY finishes their assigned tasks." Felicity thanked her titan and had him push several large crates into ideal positions.
"Detecting Specters and Stalkers coming down the main lift to our left" Scar was already turning to aim down the lift's only exit. Melody was busy setting up leaving only Felicity to react to something else.
"Shit. SCAR, TITANS AT OUR BACKS!" The titan snapped around and dashed to deal with them. Thankfully auto titan systems flag other Titans as high priority threats and the three focused on him. Looking back she sighed and took aim at the Lift.
Eyeing her mission timer, they had to hold out for ten minutes for Blake and Yang, which only gave Weiss and Ruby twelve minutes once they cut the drive. Then plan required to draw most of the attention to the hanger which worked, but the second Weiss and Ruby hit the Engine room Felicity would go to support while Melody and Scar held the Hanger bay.
'Here is to hoping' she thought and pulled the trigger at the wall of metal that walked off the lift.
/\[V]/\
Blake ripped her blade from the back of a shocked technician. Yang was finishing up on a Specter, "Let's go" Blake nodded and followed after her partner. So far the plan was working, seeing as there were only one or two Specters between each turn. And they only had passed the third one. Coming to a fork in the proverbial road Blake eyed the four arrows and the left led to the Bridge and Archives, yet a separate arrow went to the right which led to Medical and a room called 'Regen'.
The hair on the back of her neck perks up the second she saw' Regen'. Blake brought a hand to her human ear and activated the com link. "Felicity, the Pandora has a room called 'Regen'. If it's what I think its for we may have to worry about another Black Reaper" she heard gunfire on the other end then her voice "FUCK ME!" there was a few seconds of gunfire before it stopped "If they have a marked room for Regen then odds are they are already on the way to bringing him back… change of plans. Tell Yang to head to that room and rip it asunder" Yang heard and went down the appropriate path. Blake signed off and went down the path toward the Bridge.
Following the red line, she saw a technician working on a power cable. 'He's in the way, forgive me' she thought for when she reached him, he looked at her with surprise and Blake only vaulted over him and had Gambol Shroud decapitate him. Resuming her run she gave passing respects to each other technician she came across and efficiently disposed of the Specter security guard.
With Yang, she met more and more security Specters. Her Aura was holding, but she felt it waning ever since they left Remnant. 'Just like summer losing her Aura…' the thought dawned on her as she approached the marked 'Regen' room and stared at the door. Focusing her Aura into her hands she punched the door, thankfully her semblance still worked, those few specters hit hard.
The door deformed enough for her to push it open with her bare hands, her face fell at the sight. On a operating esque table laid a Sim unit in likeness to the Black Reaper, thankfully it was still offline.
On her right was a medical officer, who was reaching for the pistol to his right. Acting quick she closed the distance and threw two jabs to the gut and ended with a right uppercut. This put him out of commission. Looking at what he was working at, she stared at the monitor as it read '80% complete'.
Looking to the Sim unit she walked over, called on all her strength, and ripped the head of the Sim unit off ending the connection. If the attention catching sound from the console was of any indication. Looking to the server racks she cocked her gauntlets and fired at them with reckless abandon. Satisfied the dust rounds still worked, and for good measure she busted several monitors, and consoles. Exiting as she wiped her hands free from dust, she looked to find the red arrow of the Bridge to her right and moved to meet up with Blake.
/\[V]/\
Ruby realized how much her choice of weapon was a hindrance. She was forced to keep her sweet baby in her sniper configuration and was forced to be the long range specialist while Weiss was keeping them from her.
Thankfully, according to Felicity she would have enough room to use her combat style in the room. Ruby pulled the bolt back to expend a empty casing. Reaching the door to the engine room to their dismay it was locked.
"Weiss, I don't think were going to get through this with dust…" she started then looked to her weapon as she tried to think of something. Weiss nodded and began to formulate something, Ruby thought of something which is better than standing here.
"Weiss stand back" she shifted her weapon into the scythe configuration and flexed the blade straight and skewered the door. Twisting and returning the blade to its original stance she looked to her best buddy, "I'm going to need help…" Weiss nodded and with visible strain conjured a glyph under ruby and waited for her signal.
Receiving and nod she changed it to black and it propelled her backward ripping the door off its hinges.
Weiss deployed a glyph to block the gunfire from three Specters. Under a invisible strain she conjured a second glyph that launched three separate ice shards that speared through the neck-torso connections downing the machines. Dropping the glyph shield Ruby comes flying past her in the tell tale signature of her semblance.
She ran toward the now opened door hearing the swishing of her scythe. Entering the room, she steeled herself at the sight of the decapitated innocent workers. Ruby looked disturbed in her eyes, but her relationship with Alexavier gave her the necessary resistance to ignore the urge to throw up and cry, but that same relationship scared Weiss for her partner and 'best buddy's' face was that of the most hardened killer.
Walking to the main console she began to shut down the jump drive. Seeing as it was spinning up to fire, it was canceled and entered 'power saving' mode.
Bringing a hand to her ear she turned to look at the long corridor. "Felicity, We shut down the Jump drive and standing by" she brought her hand away as she helped Ruby push a crate into place.
The Red reaper propped her weapon in its sniper config on top of the crate and took aim. "Good, Blake is nearing the Bridge. Yang took care of a problem before it could end this operation thankfully, enroute in three" it was punctuated by gunfire before cutting off.
Weiss looked down the long corridor while sparing a glance at Ruby, her eyes soulless as she peered down her rifle's scope. She shuddered at the innocence she must have lost during the time she spent with Alex.
/\[V]/\
Back to Blake, she waited before the door leading to the Bridge. According to the brief map layout they looked over, the most viable way to get to the bridge was walking along a catwalk over Hanger 1 which held the main contingent of titans. Her feline ears twitched to familiar footfalls and looked to her right to see Yang jogging toward her.
"Ready to go Kit-kat" Blake only nodded and opened the door. And Felicity was not exaggerating the need to be quick here. Cause she could see from before the door the numerous titan bays. Thankfully most were offline. Yang seemed to zone out for a few and her real hand went to her waist and tapped a suspicious item.
Looking from it to her partner's strange mixture of lilac and red eyes "Yang, please tell me you did not swipe Verdinia from Alex" Yang merely stared. Sighing "Hope You know what your doing" Yang only smirked as her eyes returned to normal. "What? Pfff I always know what I'm doing. See you back at the Hanger bay" Yang ran out onto the catwalk, looked around and vaulted over the safety railing.
Knowing she was fine Blake resumed her course. Running along, she barely heard any fighting and saw a large glass fixture overlooking Hangar 1. Slinking to the shadows she stayed out of sight and approached the side door. She opened the door and entered, surprisingly the voices drowned out the sound of the door opening.
Climbing up the rafters she observed the bustling of the command personnel and spotted the captain. The captain was female and looked imposing, considering the only imposing, very decorated, female was issuing orders from where she needed to be made it easy yet difficult.
Thankfully, she had Alexavier made, and possibly patented, 'Pop rocks'. Reaching behind her she grabbed a few of the arc grenades 'on steroids' as he called them once and tossed them.
They silently passed through the air and went unheard, only till they went off and killed all on the ground floor, and those who survived only got burn scars from the electrical arc discharges, the grenades also overloaded the Specter guards causing them to explode spray metal shrapnel all over the place.
Apparently luck was on her side seeing as the captain went down as well. Jumping down from her spot she had her Gambol Shroud out and impaled a heavily wounded yet standing operator ending their misery. Getting off the dead man, she nimbly stepped away from the dead bodies toward the stairs leading up to where she needed to be.
She saw the Captain glaring at her, and spat blood at her cheek. "Get it over with animal" Blake flinched slightly at the word, and not at the blood staining her cheek. The years of oppression she suffered under returned. Yet instead of sorrow, only raw anger resurfaced and she drew Gambol Shroud.
'Thankfully, No one is here to witness this' she thought as she approached the downed captain gripping Gambol had and raised her weapon high. She brought it down and let her anger control her, butchering the Captain who did not scream out in pain. It was a solid minute before she snapped out and stared at the once whole human being. Her chest was ripped open and her organs were mincemeat and the face was reduced to a unrecognizable pulp, not to mention fingers were removed and arms up to the elbow had the skin flayed off.
She looked to her hands and dropped her weapon, her hands up past her wrists were covered in blood, Gambol Shroud barely had any blood free spots on it. She began to tremble badly, but she forced herself to endure to do what she needed to do. Popping open the hatch like she remembered being taught, she inserted the data knife into the ball and tapped on a nearby set of buttons, bringing up the necessary port.
Looking at the corpse, she gulped and pulled the bloodied ID card off the corpse. Inserting it into the awaiting port. A green light was seen, following insertion it asked to switch the IFFs to recognize 'Remnant' as allies and the IMC and Militia as hostiles. Hitting 'Confirm' the prompt vanished and she felt the knife moved upward slightly. Pulling it out she took the card only to throw it far from her to a random corner of the bridge. Like it would suddenly come alive and kill her.
A door opened on the far side of the bridge. Spinning around, she stared down a pair of Stalker's who red lights were flashing between red and blue. After a pregnant second they stayed solid blue and left the room.
She sighed, reaching for her tainted weapon she holstered it in the scabbard she made for such an occasion.
Walking out to the catwalk she peered over to see pure chaos. She thought 'automated security' was only limited to Reapers, Stalkers, Specters and any turrets they stumbled upon. But it also encompassed the Titans that spontaneously came online and started crushing, burning, exploding, or cutting any helpless IMC affiliated individual on the ground.
Though, only one Titan did not join in. And she understood why: Yang was at its feet starring on in surprise. The titan was a 'Tone' titan that had a familiar red optic. Doing her best to remove the blood off her hands, she vaulted over the railing onto a catwalk below, then onto another before finally reaching the ground floor. She approached Yang who looked to her and blinked, "Not that its my place but, red is more of a Ruby thing… but hey who am I to judge your fashion sense" she said smiling. Blake only rubbed her arm 'laughing' with her.
"I believe you owe me an explanation when we get back Yang" Verdinia's familiar voice returned the two to reality and stared up to the large, odd looking Tone. "I recommend we move to the Hanger you entered through, from there I can explain what is going on right now" the two nodded and followed the titan as specters moved the corpses into piles and others started carting them off somewhere.
After several minutes they arrived at Hanger 2, and they saw Ruby and Weiss sitting on a crate taking a breather. Melody was staring heavily at a box then looked over to them. "Welcome back you two-" she stopped and looked to the Tone.
"How…." Bake pointed to Yang and threw her under the metaphorical freight train. "Ah… question is how did you swipe the data core from his iron grip?" Yang, to everyone's surprise shrugged. "He was awake when I went to swipe it. He was absolutely against it but once i told him where we're going he practically handed the core to me and said 'Go'. It wasn't hard to infer what he meant"
Melody broke the silence afterward by walking up to her and staring into her very soul, this unnerved the blonde brawler who shuffled. Melody shrugged and took several steps back then looked to Verdinia. "Now that the method behind this is over, the entire IMC detachment here had their systems linked between ships to increase cohesion and limit external wiretaps. Unfortunately this only prevented outside wiretaps, never internal. Meaning…" Verdinia pointed to a nearby view port.
Weiss and Blake were closer and took a peak. "The Militia ships are drifting with massive holes in their hull" looking back to the Titan who only nodded. "The linked targeting computers created a enhanced field of view which allowed for the deck guns to fire from two separate angles to better reduce the chances to miss. The Rebellion and Vortex are more capable ships for stellar combat which uses the Pandora's superior sensors to better track and have near real time data readouts"
"That makes confiscating them easier… for now let's head back to Alex, I am sure you three" excluding Yang who shrugged "Want to see him".
RWBY climbed into the Widow with Scar and Verdinia. Once Melody secured a random crate to the inside of the Widow, did the large hatch close.
The Titan transport lifted off and exited the Hanger watching many widows and goblin transports flew from the three vessels toward the crippled Militia starships.
Now since I literally deleted the already archived copy of this chapter so I could give this slightly fixed chapter, I forgot what I had here. Oh well I will say that expect a 'pilot' chapter of Enigmatic Interpretation of Reality, or EIoR as I have been archiving it in my brain as, and something im going to Poll for: Should I just off WST. It was made to basically be a thing so I could use to break a wall I hit writing WaC, that job has been taken over by a draft I have in the works. Anyway that poll should be up when I update my profile with the new message
Not that anyone probably bothers to read these things that is which I will admit, I don't either so we're both assholes and I'm a massive hypocrite somehow.