AN: Hey everybody! Welcome to this chapter written by both Raider and I. This has increasingly become a dual author story and feel that Raider should get the recognition he deserves for all that he has done for this story. Truly he has added another element to the story and made it a much better story in my opinion.
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Diaz and I walked back to the dorms, where the Cougar was parked. Giant ass desert tan six wheeled vehicle of destruction, with a MK-19 sitting pretty on top. Diaz opened the front passenger door, and came out with a Campaign Cover. "It was our Squad Leader's, he was a Drill Instructor the same year I joined the corps. Only he was at Paris Island." Diaz explained as I looked at it questioningly. 'Where did half the shit he's got even come from?' I thought to myself as we began walking towards the classrooms.
"After we get done with the intro, we gotta get you guys some stuff in town." Diaz said as we walked
I nodded. The sun was just coming up, and it was honestly the most amazing thing I've seen. The walk was mostly peaceful, with the exception of a few scattered upperclassmen gawking. They were gonna get one hell of a surprise. We approached the main building for classrooms, and Diaz held the door open for me and a group of students. After that, we found Professor Port's Classroom.
I walked up to Port's desk, Diaz following. The Prof was sitting at his desk, studying what appeared to be a high level Grimm. It looked like a Demonic Horse, with an equally sketchy rider.
"Why hello there! You look like quite the formidable warrior! My name is Peter Port! At your service! Mr. Frias why don't you mind introducing me to your comrade?" Professor Port said in his usual jovial manner. Honestly the man is always so happy it's amazing.
"Ah yes Professor Port this is Gunnery Sergeant Diaz." I said as they both shook hands firmly. "He is going to be another instructor here at Beacon and is here to Intro the students."
"Intro the students? To what if I may ask?" Port asks raising one of his ginormous eyebrows.
"Something Awesome." Diaz replied. "I've been given the opportunity to teach a course here at Beacon. It will be a pleasure to work alongside you sir. I am hoping to Introduce myself after class."
"I see. Well the pleasure is all mine! Feel free to introduce yourself now. It seems like your team was the only team that really appreciates my class anyways. They think I don't notice them all sleeping during class, but their grades will soon say otherwise." Peter chuckled as he gave me a hearty smack on the back.
"Oorah Sir. When they all get here we will start it off. Also, I will need a report of these guy's grades. If anyone is failing, I'm going to do everything in my power to help them raise their grades." Diaz replied enthusiastically.
"That sounds magnificent! This old man can't do it all by himself anymore! Ha if I was your age I would offer to jump along and join you in your crusade!" Port laughed so hard his belly shook. It was an interesting sight to be sure.
"You never know. I need good guys with experience, and from the newspaper clippings next to the blackboard, I can tell you have a great many years of experience under your belt." Diaz said smiling.
"Ah you and Team METC all have the same keen eye. I just wish all the students had the same respect for my experience as you all do. The new huntsman only care for the showy complex fighting. Not true gritty fighting like I underwent. However, you ended up like the men you are today. I wish the same would have happened to these students." Port sighed sadly.
"Honestly, while the true grit of war is a badge of honor, I couldn't wish some of the things I've seen on anyone." Diaz replied somberly. "Several years in MARSOC have shown me some things that give me trouble sleeping at night."
"Sadly, that is a reality of combat. True combat. These children are naive. They fight with skill and passion, but they do not contain the eyes of a warrior like you lot do. There is the rare exemption, but those are far and few between. I wish to spare them of the same pains I underwent. However they are too confident to take my lessons about the dangers seriously. Bah! Some of them treat this like a game." Port said slightly angering before quickly mellowing out. "I cannot blame them. I was the same once upon a time. This society makes us like this. Makes us believe Huntsman are above all faults and are all powerful beings of good. It's a pitiful belief. None of us are all powerful or without faults."
"Like Recruit Rose. She's got a heart for good, but she doesn't see reality. Hopefully my training will help them out." Diaz said as the first few students trickled into class and took their seats. Diaz turned, and bellowed. "YOU WILL TAKE YOUR SEATS AT ATTENTION, WITH YOUR HANDS ON THE DESK FLAT AND YOUR EYES FORWARD. YOU WILL MOVE FOR NOTHING WITHOUT REQUESTING IT, SAVE TO BREATH, BLINK, AND SWALLOW! AM I UNDERSTOOD!?"
"Who the hell are you? You can't boss us around. You look just like the other fags from Team METC. I bet you are just as pathetic as them." The leader of Team CRDL spoke out. I'm pretty sure his name is Cardin. Well it's probably going to be ass wipe now.
Diaz turned back to the little shit, and, put his campaign cover on. He was about to put the little dickwad out of his misery before Professor Port stood and sounded off "IS THAT ANY WAY TO ADDRESS A MEMBER OF THIS SCHOOLS FACULTY MR. WINCHESTER?"
Meanwhile, Diaz had stalked up to the punk. There was no emotion on his face as he stared at Cardin. "Get up now, recruit." He breathed dangerously. Cardin slowly got up. Diaz exploded.
"OH? SO YOU DON'T WANNA SAY 'AYE AYE SIR', HUH? ALRIGHT THEN! SIT BACK DOWN AND SCREAM AYE SIR!"
Cardin slowly sat down, his earlier cockiness turning into trepidation. "TOO SLOW COCK SUCKER. GET BACK UP! AND I SWEAR TO JESUS, IF YOU DON'T SOUND OFF LIKE YOU HAVE A PAIR, YOU WILL KISS MY QUARTERDECK!" Diaz was on him like a fly on meat, screaming in his face.
Cardin stood up, and quietly said"Aye aye sir." Diaz turned and looked at me. "Well what d'ya know. Elvis here wants to do things his own way. Ain't that just incredible PFC?" Gunny laughed, thinly concealing the shitstorm about to hit Cardin in the balls. Hard.
"It really is incredible Gunny." I said as I tried my hardest to keep a straight face.
"I think I oughta teach this little Elvis how we do shit, huh?" He asked again, his smile wider than a Cheshire cat, his eyes screaming no mercy.
"HOOAH Gunny. Show em how it's done!" I said really getting into it. Maybe I can be a Drill Sergeant!
"Alright Winchester. Come down here to the platform. You and I are gonna play a little game." Diaz said. Cardin was in it now.
He walked down to the speaker's platform, cocky smirk on his face. It seems he thought he could beat Gunny at whatever game he was playing. Too bad he didn't know, there's only one Winner at bootcamp, and that's your Drill Sergeant/Instructor.
"So PFC, what do you think I should make this little Elvis do?" Gunny asks me.
"I don't know Gunny. His scrawny ass looks like it can barely drop down and give twenty before keeling over." I said getting right into Cardin's face loving the anger in his eyes. "Only contest he wins is dropping the soap in the communal showers, and I bet he does it willingly."
"Well damn. I knew he was a little cock sucker. I wonder who's dick he sucked to get into this school. WINCHESTER, ON YOUR DAMN FACE AND START PUSHING!" Diaz screamed in his ear as the kid dropped, thinking he could beat the things I said about him. Punk. He stopped after 25. Diaz was on him. "DID I SAY YOU COULD STOP? PUSH YOU GAY LITTLE FUCK." Diaz was screaming at him non stop as the kid failed to push up again. I could have sworn I heard Diaz ordering pizza while screaming, just to keep up the barrage of sound.
"WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TALKING TO ME LIKE THIS ANYWAYS! I AM A MEMBER OF THE WINCHESTER FAMILY! MY FATHER IS ON THE COUNCIL! HE WILL HEAR OF THIS AND MAKE YOUR LIVES HELL!" The little bitch screamed back. Huh. Kid had balls I'll give him that.
"I COULD CARE LESS IF YOU WERE THE FUCKING QUEEN OF ENGLAND. YOU THINK YOUR DADDY IS GONNA HELP YOU? WHAT A PUSSY." Diaz shouted back. "YOUR FATHER WOULD SHAKE IN HIS BOOTS IF HE KNEW WHAT I'VE DONE. NOW PUSH RECRUIT! PUSH!"
"YOU DARE REFUSE THE COUNCIL? Who are you people? And why are you doing this to us?" The bastard said losing the little fight he had in him as he talked back. Looking back he saw that the rest of his team was too chicken shit to back him up.
"I'M PREPARING YOU FOR HELL. YOU'VE GOT FIGHT. WHICH IS ADMIRABLE. BUT YOU'VE ALSO GOT A SHIT ATTITUDE. GET BACK TO YOUR SEAT AND SIT AT ATTENTION." Diaz roared at him. "AND SCREAM AYE AYE SIR!"
"AYE AYE SIR!" Cardin screamed as he got back to his seat. Seems like the little shit doesn't want to keep fighting if he doesn't have his circle jerk buddies supporting him.
Diaz turned to Port. "Don't worry Sir. These'll be your best Students within the week!" He said enthusiastically as other students began to enter. "DO AS YOUR CLASSMATES ARE DOING!" Diaz shouted as they entered. After seeing team CRDL sitting ramrod straight, not moving, the kids, to their credit, didn't put up much argument. As teams RWBY and JNPR filled the final seats, Diaz turned to Port. "With your permission Sir!"
"By all means! I love the intensity I have already witnessed! Let the show continue!" Port said with much pomp.
"OORAH!" Diaz sounded off.
Diaz then turned to the class, and began the most Moto speech I've ever heard.
"RECRUITS! SIT UP STRAIGHT, AND LOOK AT ME! My name is Gunnery Sergeant Antonio Markus Diaz, United States Marine Corps, and I am your Senior Drill Instructor! I will be assisted by Drill Sergeants, Corporal Michael Kopman, Private First Class Efrain Frias, Private First Class Caleb Newlin, and Private Timothy Volk. You have all been enrolled in Marine Raider Training by Headmaster Ozpin. From this point on, you are all equals, regardless of age or year in Beacon. The only words out of your mouth, to me, my Drill Instructors and faculty, unless I specify otherwise, will be 'Yes Sir', 'No Sir', and 'Aye Aye Sir', and NOTHING else. The words 'I' or 'My' are no longer a part of your vocabulary. You will address yourself as 'This Recruit' or 'Recruit last name'. I am a Marine Raider. I earned my title of Raider aboard Marine Corps Base, Camp LeJeune, North Carolina. The process was Eleven Months Long, and it nearly killed me. But in the end, I earned my Wings, and took on the mantle of Raider. I am going to give you the opportunity to do the same. In these days that follow, people are gonna die. Loved ones are gonna get hurt. We are going to prevent that. These next fourteen months are going to drive you harder than anything you've EVER experienced. You will all, become ONE TEAM. You will eat, sleep, and train, AS A TEAM. A Marine Raider is characterized as one who possesses the highest virtues. They obey orders, respect their seniors, and strive constantly to be the best in everything they do. Discipline and spirit are the hallmarks of a Marine Raider. Our motto is 'SPIRITUS INVICTUS', meaning 'Unconquerable Spirit'. Each of you can become a Raider, but only if you develop discipline and spirit. We will give every effort to train you, even after some of you have given up on yourselves. Starting now, you will treat me, your Drill Instructors, and your Faculty, with the highest respect, for we have earned our places as your Instructors: Huntsmen, Huntresses, and Raiders, and will accept NOTHING less than that respect from you. We will treat you as we do our fellow Marines, with firmness, fairness, dignity, and compassion. At no time will you be physically or verbally abused by any Instructor or recruit. If anyone should abuse or mistreat you, I expect you to report such incidents immediately to me or one of my drill instructors. Furthermore, if you believe that I have mistreated you, I expect you to report it to the Corpsman, Professor Peach. My drill instructors and I will be with you, EVERY day, everywhere you go. I have told you what my drill instructors and I will do for you. From you we expect the following: You must give 100% of yourself at all times. Obey all orders, instantly, willingly, and without question. Treat all faculty and recruits with courtesy and respect; You will not physically abuse or verbally threaten another Professor, Instructor, or recruit. Be completely honest in EVERYTHING you do! A Marine never lies, cheats, or compromises. You WILL respect the rights and property of all others. A Marine NEVER steals. You must work hard to strengthen your body, and be proud of yourself, and the uniform you will wear. Try your best to learn the things you will be taught. Above all else, never quit, AND NEVER GIVE UP! We offer you the challenge of Recruit Training. The opportunity to earn the title, of 'United States Marine Raider.'" Diaz finished, looking everyone in the eye.
All the students took in what Diaz had to say seriously. All except for a certain heiress. She seemed rather dismissive of the whole situation.
"You are telling me those Barbarians are now incharge of me? That is unacceptable! I will not be a part of this sham! Let me leave this sham of a school! I demand to be allowed to return to Atlas!" Ice Bitch apparently thinks she has the right to demand anything. Diaz turned to me.
"Drill Sergeant Frias, Albino Ice Bitch is all yours!" Diaz sounded off. "Take her outside the classroom for IT until you are Satisfied! Professor Port, the class is yours Sir. Good Luck Sir!" Diaz gave Port a salute, which was returned, and exited the classroom, waiting for me and Ice Bitch at the door. This was gonna be way too fun.
"Thank you Mr. Diaz! I'm excited for the rest of this school year! Have a good day sir!" Professor Port said after he returned the salute. "Please feel free to return Ms. Schnee Back to class after you are finished!"
"Will do Sir! Recruit Schnee. Get up and follow me outside. NOW!" I sounded off as I followed Gunny, waiting at Schnee's seat for her to get up. This is gonna be so damn fun. "I SAID MOVE RECRUIT!" I screamed into her ear after several moments of hesitation on her end.
"I will be going nowhere with you! I am going to call my father! He will hear of this!" She said standing up and trying to walk out of the classroom. I don't let her get very far as I block her path lowering my gaze to meet her eyes. "When you entered this academy you signed an agreement to give your life for four years to this academy. YOU WILL DO AS WE SAY. YOU WILL OBEY!"
Diaz looked on. As Weiss opened her mouth to give another retort, Gunny exploded on her. "WHO TOLD YOU TO SPEAK? WHO SAID SPEAK? SCREAM AYE AYE SIR! HE TOLD YOU TO DO SOMETHING! SCREAM IT!"
"Aye aye sir" she whispered pure hate in her eyes.
"WHAT PART OF SCREAM IS SO HARD RECRUIT? SCREAM IT! SCREAAAAM IIIIT!" Diaz bellowed in her ear, no emotion on his face.
"AYE AYE SIR" She yelled out not losing an ounce of the hatred in her eyes.
"GET UP NOW, AND SCREAM AYE AYE SIR!" Gunny commanded her. "YOU WILL FOLLOW DRILL SERGEANT FRIAS OUTSIDE, AND DO EXACTLY AS HE SAYS!" He sounded off at her. She would lose the hate. Oh boy she would. IT has a way of doing that to people.
"AYE AYE SIR!" She screamed with bitter hatred as she stalked out of the room with us following after her.
"Drill Sergeant Frias, she's all yours. I will observe." Gunny sounded off.
"Roger Senior Drill Instructor! Recruit you will follow me to the courtyard!" I ordered as I led the way to the courtyard.
Behind me I can just feel the pure hatred radiating off of Weiss. This is just going to be great breaking her spirit! It did not take long to get to the courtyard.
"RECRUIT YOU WILL BEGIN DOING BURPEES UNTIL I SAY TO STOP! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" I scream into her ear as I turn around to face her.
"AYE AYE SIR!" Weiss screamed, her face full of malice. She went about doing her assigned workout with vigor. Trying to prove herself better than me and that nothing can make her bow down.
"RECRUIT, STOP FOR A MOMENT AND LOOK AT ME!" Diaz piped up from beside me.
Weiss did as he said and stopped doing Burpees to look at Diaz.
"EVERYTIME YOU PUSH UP, YOU WILL SCREAM SEMPER FI. EVERYTIME YOU JUMP, YOU WILL SCREAM SPIRITUS INVICTUS, HAVE I MADE MYSELF CLEAR?" He ordered her, nodding in approval at me. His arms were crossed as he looked on.
Weiss did as told and continued on to do thirty burpees before she collapsed on the ground. "DID I SAY YOU COULD STOP RECRUIT?! KEEP GOING!"
"But I can't push anymore!" Weiss says as she stayed on the ground.
"WRONG ANSWER RECRUIT! GET UP NOW!" Diaz screamed at her.
"I can't sir. I can't please stop screaming!" Weiss said as she looked close to tears.
"WHO TOLD YOU, YOU COULD SAY 'I'? HUH? WHO FUCKING TOLD YOU? 'THIS RECRUIT', THIS MOTHERFUCKING RECRUIT! GET UP!" Diaz had bent down, screaming at her from up above.
"This recruit asks for mercy. Please this recruit just doesn't understand why this is happening." Weiss said as she started to weep.
"Stand up recruit!" Gunny said calmly. "Stand up."
Weiss began to get up onto wobbly legs with some tears trailed down her face and her hair a mess.
"You are going to be challenged these next three months, but I want you to know, nothing I will put you through is meant to harm you. I went through the same thing. We have broken you down. Now, we will build you back up. When I gave that speech in there, I meant what I said. I'm gonna work you hard. It will be painful. But you will come out of this a better person than you were before. Do you understand me Recruit Schnee?" He calmly explained. "When you go out, onto the battlefield, it's gonna be chaos. People dying left and right. And you're gonna need a level head. Because if you do well, I'll put you as a team second. But only if you prove to me that you're capable. Because people will die if you cannot lead them correctly. And everyone here is a leader in training. At some point, you will lead people. And they will depend on you. Are you gonna let them die?" He asked her.
"No sir. This recruit does not want anyone to die." Weiss said as she looked down.
"Prove it. Go back in there, take notes, learn what you are taught. I will see you and everyone else tonight. Walk with your head held high. Take pride in yourself and the uniform you will wear, but do not get cocky. Understand?" He asked her again.
"Yes sir this recruit understands. This recruit apologizes for her behavior." She said as she got some of the fire back into her eyes.
"Good. Stay motivated, eyes and ears open. Go back to class, and do not run." Diaz told her.
"Aye aye sir." Weiss said as she walked off back to class.
"Gunny I'm loving this new set up. She hates my guts and now she has to respect me. I absolutely love it." I tell Gunny as soon as she's out of earshot.
Diaz laughed. "Well, don't let it get to your head. She's not a bad kid at heart, just got some issues to work out. Hopefully this will get her out of her comfort zone." He replied to me. "Let's go see the boys and get Glynda the uniforms, then go out and grab some stuff for you dudes in Vale."
"I hope you are right Gunny. She needs a lot to work out if so." I said as I started to walk back to the building. "Alright let's go get the guys. They should still be sleeping if I know anything about Volk. Maybe Newlin is awake.
Diaz looked at me with a look that reminded me of my days as a fresh E1 private. Mischievous. "Wanna wake em up?" He asked me, that stupid look still on his face.
"Hell yes Gunny. Sounds like a blast. Hopefully Sophia is already awake so we don't scare her." I said as we approached the dorm building we reside in. "Maybe we can get the key to your apartment while we visit Glynda. Our paychecks were direct deposited already so we should be good to go shopping. You should ask Glynda about how you are getting paid."
"Wilco." Diaz replied. He pulled out a rubber chicken from underneath the railing of the MRAP. "Don't even ask. This was Sullivan's. He'll be glad to know that I put it to good use." Diaz smiled at the chicken. "This stupid motherfucker has been to nearly every country on earth."
"Really? Every country?" I asked laughing at the chicken.
"Well, not Japan. They didn't let it past security when we flew there. Sent it back with some dudes who were flying out. No idea why. I think it had something to do with a Japanese Porno gone wrong or something." He laughed at the memory.
"That has to be one of the stupidest things I have ever heard. But it's a weird country I'll give you that." I said chuckling a little.
"Indeed. The first night we were there, I saw some hooker running full bore down the road naked, with about five or six marines with a 40mm mortar in one idiots hand. Before I could chew them out they had passed me." Diaz said laughing at the pure stupid he witnessed in his career.
I actually had no response to that. I've seen a lot of stupid shit in my career so far, but that is some real wild shit.
"Well I'm pretty sure Newlin would have joined those idiots if he was there." Not joking. He probably would.
Diaz grinned. "I believe you. Hell, I was curious about how it would end. Never saw those guys again though. Different Battalion."
"Ah shit I would have killed to have heard that story." I said honestly really fucking curious.
"What made it better was that a hooker was in the news a week later for blowing off a gas bomb in a restaurant. Said it sounded like a Peterbilt Truck, and i thought. 'Now I know what that mortar was for.'" Diaz broke down laughing again. "You'll have to excuse my humour. When you've seen some shit, it becomes easier to laugh at weird things."
"Hell Gunny I think it's almost a requirement to have a fucked up sense of humor to join any Infantry." Seriously. We are all a little bit fucked up.
"Said like a true Grunt!" Gunny barked as we neared our dorm. "Let's get sketchy."
"After you Gunny!" I said as I followed him into the dorm building going up the stairs that lead to our room. "What's the plan?" I ask as we got close to our room.
"We go in, full speed. Tie up the slow ones, and take down the nimbly ones. Dynamite is encouraged. Lets fuck shit up." Diaz whispered grinning.
"You do know we only have two targets right? We can just take one a man. Volk is a little bitch I can take him myself."
Diaz nodded. "I know. Quoting something stupid my LT said. I'll take Newlin."
"Would that be every other word to come out of a 2nd Lts mouth?"
Diaz chuckled. "Yes. Yes it would. Three, two, one, GO!" He counted down. When he said go, I opened the door, and Diaz stormed in first, going low. I followed.
Our targets were both still asleep. Sophia was still asleep surprisingly on my bed. First I slowly crawled towards my bed and grabbed two rolls of duct tape. I threw one to Diaz and we slowly approached our targets and I waited for Diaz to give the signal. He gave me the thumbs up, and tapped Newlin on the nose. "Hunny, Wake up~" Gunny squeaked out in what was his attempt to sound feminine.
Newlin turned in his sleep towards the noise oblivious to what was going to befall him. With lightning precision Diaz lept on him and pinned him in no time. Using some duct tape to bind his hands and feet. To subdue the bucking bronco that is Newlin. I did the same to Volk with much less precision it was kinda messy on my end, but I got the job done.
"Well that was fun." Diaz laughed as the two idiots struggled.
"Oh yeah Gunny no doubt!" I said as I burst a gut.
"Daddy daddy! Why is uncles Newlin and Volk like that?" Sophia asked waking up to see the two idiots bound on their beds.
"Oh sweetie we are just being silly! Don't worry!" I said as I went over to her bed and picked her up. "Do you want to have fun today? We are going to have lots of fun today. Right Diaz?"
"Damn straight!" Diaz responded.
"Well keep the two idiots entertained while I get Sophia ready for the day. We have a busy day today!" I tell Gunny as I grab some clothes for Sophia.
"Rah." Sounded gunny as he took out a bottle of what looked like grease from a duffel bag, and filled the interior of the chicken. Seems like some psychological shit is going down.
"Just don't traumatize them Gunny. We need them in working order for later."
Gunny laughed. "Wilco!" He laughed as he looked to the two morons. "Who wants some greased chicken?" he asked them. I ignored their pleas for mercy as I dressed Sophia. This is going to be a fun day!
AN: I hope you all enjoyed the chapter! Have a fan-fucking-tastic day!