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Vale, Training Arena
Basil watched from the side as his gang ran across the track, trying their best to not collapse. He had to admit, the training was rather rough, since those guys had been running laps for more than three hours. He did feel bad for them, primarily because he couldn't join in and run with them, considering the fact that his shoulder wound hadn't healed yet. He felt worse for what was going to come for the runners as well, considering the fact that there were numerous more exercises to come. He wanted to join in, but sadly, his wound prevented him from doing so. Though he was a bit glad that he wasn't a part of the exercise, he'd rather have that than having a wound in his shoulder. It still hurt, despite the fact that it was healing rapidly, which he still didn't understand why it was healing rather quickly. The doctor must have done something, or the hospital that those guys took him to were rather high tech. After all, several hospitals that he'd soon were very run down, and would not be able to heal a bullet wound like that quickly. In fact, it would probably take months, and it would usually end up with a large scar. This wound was healing rather nicely, and in fact, there was no show of a bullet wound scar, which made him somewhat amazed. It did make him scared at the same time, and he knew that these guys were keeping an eye on him and his gang rather suspiciously. They still didn't trust him, with good reason too, considering the act that he and his friends had tried to get those guys with some knives. He really wondered if they planned to make he and his gang loyal to them, and wondered how that was going to go on.
He started to think over his options, which was either to keep his freedom, and stay poor, with the overlaying worry of when he was going to be able to get his next meal, wondering where he was going to stay... or just be a lackey to these guys and have lien, a bed to sleep, and food and drink. He was extremely tempted to go for the latter option, after all, the amount of benefits that came from actually being a henchman did seem to over-weigh the negatives. True, he had to act loyal, and follow their orders, but hey, he would be able to get revenge on that rival gang with the more he trained, and in fact, be even better at fighting. The better he got at fighting, the better it was for him, considering the fact that he would be able to defend himself better. In fact, he wouldn't actually mind being a lackey for now, he would have the better option of being promoted to a higher rank in the organization. When that happens, he would be able to care much more for his gang, and possibly get them out of the organization, and be able to become normal teens in their lives. No worrying about food, no worrying about when they would be safe in the streets, just being able to go to school and be happy would be good enough for him. Hopefully they saw his perspective when he talked to them.
He noticed that they had stopped running, and were now doing synchronized push ups. He couldn't help but glare at the fat ass that was lecturing them rather poorly, since he was basically doing nothing. The fat bastard was just standing there, yelling at his friends to work harder. He wanted to go down there and make the fatty do some work, Dust damn it, but he really couldn't. He was skeptical of that guy, and he didn't doubt the possibility that the fucker probably was carrying a gun hidden in those fucking fat deposits. He really didn't want to try to actually get another bullet wound, so he just sat in the sidelines, watching his friends go through the intense training regime that the fat bastard was making them go through. Hopefully he could make them feel better after all this shit, at least, he hope so. This did not look like it could be easily relaxed over.
The Fan's House
Ash grumbled as he worked on Alex's stupid chainsaw, since he finally received the engine from the mechanics. From the looks of things, the Bullhead was going to take much longer to actually fix, and he was rather fine with that. It wasn't as if they were going to actually need the Bullhead anytime soon. In fact, he was definitely going to have to work on the armor piercing rounds soon, considering the fact that the White Fang had several Bullheads. For now, he was going to actually make Alex's chainsaw, since she was the only one without a weapon. They still had their original weapons from Earth, but they wanted to save those. Since they had limited ammunition, and for some reason, Dust propelled bullets didn't work, they wanted to use them as a last resort. When he had loaded one Dust bullet into his pistol and tried firing, the result was absolutely nothing. When he tried again and again, nothing happened at all, rather, when he tried to figure out why, he ended up unable to do so. It was rather odd, and he couldn't exactly explain it. Did the pistol need gunpowder to actually work? He didn't know, but he wasn't going to go out and be an idiot and try to use Dust on Alex's chainsaw. He would've gotten chewed out by her if he planned to do so, and he didn't feel like getting lectured at all.
He started to make the chainsaw's actual saw, which was extremely difficult. In fact, the entire chainsaw was going to be rather difficult to manufacture, this was more of a tool than a weapon. However, he did promise Alex that he would make the weapon for her, and he ran his hand through the hair that had begun to grow on his head. He was also starting to sport a goatee, and he realized that he had to go out and shave soon. He wondered how long he had gone without actually shaving. It must have been a long time, if there was a good bit of hair on his head and on his chin. He kept a mental note to go out and shave, then proceeded to continue with Alex's chainsaw. This thing was rather difficult to make, even with the blueprints. He ended up managing to create the saw blade itself, before giving up and moving on to actually forming the armor piercing bullets. Time to work on something he had some expertise in.
He began to form the tip of the bullet, which was severely different from normal bullets. The tip was not even close to normal bullets, rather, they were shaped rather funny, in his honest opinion. That just made it so much more difficult to form the mold, considering the fact that he had to test every single bullet to ensure that it would actually pierce through. In order to test that, he had set up three different tests, an armor piece of a Bullhead, an armor piece of an Atlesian Paladin, and a 6 inch thick piece of steel. If the bullet managed to pierce through all three of those metallic pieces, then it had successfully passed, and he would he able to mass produce the bullets. He knew, however, that for each different caliber, there was a different size for the bullet tip. That made things so much more difficult, and he was starting out with a normal pistol. He didn't want to go overkill yet, and frankly speaking, he wanted to go for small arms first, and then go for larger arms, considering the fact that he and Mark were using 9mm bullets. Nearly all pistol rounds in Remnant were 9mm for some reason, and he felt that if he made them armor piercing, then he would be able to do a lot more damage. Of course, against flesh targets, he would use explosive, and for armored opponents, he would just use the piercing rounds.
He began to work carefully for now, making a mold for the bullet tip. He did have a lot of time, but he really did want to make this as quick as possible. To do so, he had to be efficient, and be sure that he did not make numerous errors while he worked. This mold required a lot of skill to make, and patience as well. He was using brass to make the molds, considering the fact that those made the more smoother bullet shapes and had better function on the cherries, objects that helped in the process of creating bullets. He had actually went out and made a second mold for the normal 9mm bullet, and now he was tweaking the tip in order to become the armor piercing bullet he desired. It was very difficult, since there were very complex curves and shapes he had to incorporate into the mold. He really wished that Remnant had actual different round types he could just steal off of, but sadly, they didn't. The only bullets he had stolen from them were the bullet shapes for the larger caliber weapons, and other than that, he hadn't been able to copy anything else. He had to tweak the Dust propellant in each caliber, and he had a large list of the different Dust percentages that were actually needed for each different caliber. He started to have a nasty thought as he made the mold, thinking about the brats. What if they began firearms training? That made him force himself to not shudder from the thought, thinking of how they were going to mess the guns up. Honestly, if they were going to use firearms, they had to makes sure that they were fiercely loyal, and then allow them to handle those guns. And he wasn't going to go off and accept requests for weapons, fuck no. The kids could go out and make their own weapons, they couldn't afford to be lazy and ask him.
Yes, he made weapons for his friends. Yes, he did it without question, and took requests for them. But to be frank, they did deserve it. They had all gone through the shit at the office building, and to be frank, he was jobless. He had been forced to rely on them financially while in Vale, and to boot, he hadn't really gotten a job throughout this time. True, Tony didn't go out and get a job, but that was because he couldn't even fucking obtain one. Honestly, that asshole was horrible with shit, and Ash just found that as evidence of his horrible socialization skills. Which did amaze him that Tony had actually obtained cheap workers to build the Charging Porpoise, and he begrudgingly gave him credit for that. He shook his head, trying to get that thought out of his head. He had work to do, and that involved making the mold for the armor piercing bullet. He went back to focusing on his work, knowing full well that he was going to be stuck in the basement for a pretty long time. He was right on that accord, the armor piercing bullet would not be an easy task to make.
And that was the fifty third installment of Hotline RWBY: Requiem for the Fans! I hope you enjoyed this chapter, if you did, please favorite, follow, and review! I really want to hear your opinions of this story, I sincerely do. And as always, enjoy hurting people! Hey, guess what! I have helped write the new RWBY fanfic, Ashes! A collaboration writing with Uqaz, Ghuuunt, and me! Go out and read it, the publisher is Ghuuunt, for further reference! I really want to hear your opinions of this story, I sincerely do. And as always, enjoy hurting people!
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