Hmmm - since my finals are done and currently in Christmas break - I thought I'd upload not one, but two chapters. Because I can o_o - and because I have nothing else to do, my bad. Anyways, that was it, enjoy the 'chapter'. XD
"SO this Scroll is much like any other device. Fascinating, efficient, and a very good silver platter since I broke all of my plates after I used the shards as makeshift maracas after trying to attend one of Maurice's Saurian Rituals. I hunger for eggs for some reason, ah ignore that - maybe I should do it again? Maybe I'll call you . . . Sammy . . . SCROLL SAMMY! SAMMY THE SCROLL - Yes! - Yesyesyesyesyesyes - Come along Sammy, I'll introduce you to my ex-boyfriend, ECHO-1, I think he's still in my drawer. OH - and Greb, my good lab assistant, he helps me brushes my teeth.", Tannis continues to talk to herself and inanimate objects as she exits the Headmaster's Office, with a Scroll device, placing inside her jacket, and leaves the office.
Glynda turns to Ozpin, both of them are genuinely afraid of her autistic condition. "Q-Quite the personality, don't you think? . . ."
Ozpin sips his coffee, trying to comprehend Tannis' constant barrage of bizarre information, as he places his mug down, he turns to Glynda. "Yes, but it seems it won't be the last time we'll see people like her nor we'll ever meet her. Fortunately, we have one of our own, I think those will get along fine . . . Probably."
Tannis hums as the door closes behind her and walks down the hallway, tapping the different settings of the scroll, however she didn't notice a tall man passing in front of her, thus bumping into each other, Tannis and the Scroll on the floor. "AH! My apologies, ma'am! - Let me help you up!", he quickly grabs Tannis up and gives her Scroll. "THERE! - Though it's a good thing that this Scroll is brand-new. How about you, are you alright?".
Tannis brushes off the dust from her sleeves to the edge of her coat. "Well, besides millions of foreign microbes in this planet entering my physical structure and my uniform - yes, I am fine.", she takes a look at the man with messy green hair. His attire is disheveled: his white shirt partially tucked into his dark-green pants and its collar raised, showing a slack yellow tie, along with mismatched brown and black shoes. He also has round glasses that appear to be opaque. "Hmmm . . . you don't seem to be one of the students, are you one of the teachers perhaps?"
He stands upright and smiles as he confidently adjusts his glasses. "Rightly so! - Doctor Bartholomew Oobleck, one of Beacon Academy's staff, I teach history around here, from the earliest times of our ancestors, to the Human-Faunus War, the formation of the four kingdoms, and the Great War, not to be confused with the Faunus War. Pleasure to meet you, Doctor ... ?"
"Doctor Patricia Tannis, former DAHL chief scientific advisor and researcher turned leader of the Crimson Raiders, also an avid 'Sirentologist' and an expert on Eridian technology. I have also a small degree in the medical field, then a president of my own club about celestial alien spaghetti that can eventually end the entire universe, slaving us all to the Almighty Robot Policeman. Theoretically. It's nice to see a fellow intellectual who apparently has the same erratic side as I have!", her eye twitches a bit, but so far she hasn't developed anything that triggers her autistic behavior.
"Ah - you must be our alien visitor! - I am rather shocked to see our species are still existing in the stars. Tell me, do normal societies like ours here in Remnant still thrive out there?!", he smiles as he is excitedly curious about sailing across the stars.
"Well, I can assure you there's more than just me and a few humans in a ship that has come this far after dealing a massive fanatic cult. But as for your other question, 'thrive' is not the perfect word - but 'barely surviving' - unlike your precious society here in Remnant, we've been through some planets that have . . . 'uniquely unusual' people, that are either eager to stab you in the front or in the back for money, survival, or just for the FUNSIES! ~ FUN-FUN-FUN!", she then slaps herself and shakes her head. "Ah - apologies, it seems I have somewhere else to be, it was a nice chat with you, Dr. Oobleck, until next time.", she then rushes out of the scene.
Oobleck just watches with a raised eyebrow, "Odd . . . ".
As Zane arrives home in Beacon, he meets up with the rest of his team, along with Tannis who is still busy tampering with the scrolls. As expected Amara's cooking her delicious cuisine back on her home on Partali. Moze is currently watching the news with a bored face, meanwhile Flak is busy feeding their pets with whatever they bought along the way home.
As soon as Zane shuts the door, they all glance at him, with Moze looking at the old man with a lazy look. "So - you got whatcha' need?"
He smirks as he takes out a calling card from the bartender earlier. "Of course. I always get what I want ~ ", he then goes to the living room and places the calling card on the table, of which they all gather around, except for Tannis.
Amara finishes cooking and uses her magic arms to slowly place their food on the table in front of them. "Alright - what's our plan here?"
"At first I wanna head to this Roman boyo all alone, but since we're all itchin' fer a fight - I say we sneak our way out of Beacon.", he leans his back against the couch.
"We've been here for a couple of days and now we're breaking Mr. Headmaster's rules?! - ", Moze's tone is against the plan at first, but then smiles as she crosses her arms. " - Well, it's been pretty boring here - I'm down."
"Wait - can we at least tell Ruby and the rest of RWBY and JNPR? That way we can at least have them to give us time to finish whatever Roman is planning.", Flak chimes in.
"Flak, I know ya' want ta' cover us up - but those kiddos' will get themselves killed one way or another - they are trained ta' fight Grimm, we're trained ta' fight whatever that's uglier than Amara's curry. - "
Just then Zane glances at Amara, cracking her knuckles loudly while giving Zane a scowl. Immediately Zane looks away, " - I mean uglier than ugly - YOU GET MY POINT! We may be the good guys - but we're NOT the 'Good Guys'. We gotta make a livin', we gotta make more mayhem around here! - It's better than babysittin' these lads and lasses, and they can have their on pretty little plot, that's fer sure. So - ", he leans forward with a devilish smirk. " - who's in?"
Moze raises her hand lazily, "I'm down for some killin' - at least we'll have some secondary source of income other than relying on Ozzy's pockets. "
Flak narrows his eyes at the card. "I have my doubts in this - but nonetheless, we can make our own way from there. I am also in. Plus my beasts are also hungry for action, they're tired of eating domestic chow and want raw meat."
Amara nods at everyone. "Guys, you know I love these types of jobs - this basically screams 'Plot Change'.", she chuckles before taking a spork and starts eating her cooking.
Zane eagerly gets his spork and starts eating the curry. "THEN IT'S SETTLED! - We leave Beacon Academy tomorrow afternoon - the lads and lasses won't be able to interfere with us with weekdays, but we'll make up our excuses once we meet them at Lunch in advance."
But then he turns to Tannis, "Oi Tannis, me and the gang 'ere will go on a little joint tomorrow night - wanna bring ya' a souvenir or some shite?!"
Tannis waves her hand, as if she doesn't want to get herself included with them. "Souvenirs is another word for 'indirect bragging of a place that you are envious of going' - so no thank you. Just bring me a couple of books about Grimm or something about sentient tacos and bananas - because the scent of Amara's curry is starting to get me.", she goes upstairs and goes to her room, locking herself in.
At first everyone's silent, until Amara places the empty plate down. "I don't know if I'll take that as a compliment . . . or an insult. MY CURRY'S THE BEST CURRY!"
Moze snickers as she shrugs while eating. "Eh, I'd say I'd give it an 8 out of 10. The spice has a small bad aftertaste. Might I suggest, a small cup of soda to give a little sweet and spicy flavor?"
Flak nods. "Do not exaggerate, Amara, my beasts are satisfied with it - and I am satisfied with it . . . mainly because there has no tapioca in it."
"Wow, ya' still hate tapioca, don't ya', tin can?", Zane scooches away from Flak as soon as he said that, obviously he knows about Flak's fear back in their trip at Xylourgos.
"Tapioca is an abomination in this universe . . . it deserves to be eradicated and whoever made tapioca - I will hunt them down to the ends of the galaxies.", he growls with fervor.
Moze scoffs at Flak's small outburst about his fear, but then glances at Zane with a stern look. "Though you got more in your head, don't you?", the other two then follows suit, to which Zane sighs as he puts his finished plate down.
"Aye - ", he then taps on his cybernetic eye, and sends the footage of Ember, Mercury and Emerald. "Here's a sneak peek of our soon-to-be villains. Whatcha' guys think?"
Moze just purses her lips, as she scratches the back of her head. "Bunch of scrubs. But that fire lady at the center knows something that we don't. Think we should 'pay them a visit'?", she twirls her combat knife casually.
"I agree with Moze. Killing them now would be much more efficient. However, that would risk our reputation here in Beacon. Frankly, humans are sometimes naïve, or doesn't have any intuition about their fellowmen's true agenda.", Flak chimes in
"We don't have to underestimate them. A threat's a threat. Who knows what damage they will cause around here?", Amara takes their plates and stack them together as they finished eating their dinner.
"Hold on, hold on, hold on - we can't just assume they'll just cause outright shite and shout 'THEY ARE BADDIES' at the top of our lungs. - Clearly these gits have something that we don't have - and if we don't play our cards right, we're gonna get more shite than they do. As much as I want to blast their damn heads off, we gotta keep our cool. You'll get ta' kill them Amara, I promise.", the hitman strokes his beard as he stares at the three teenagers.
Amara looks away from them, and rests her cheek on her fist, "Fine. But if everything goes wrong - I'll - ", she just sighs as wasting her words on that statement. She just grabs the stacks plates and sporks and head to the kitchen sink to wash it all. She can't help but feel a grim aura from that woman, Cinder. For now though, she needs to think straight and like what Zane said, 'gotta keep our cool'.
While Amara is washing the dishes, Flak turns to Zane, while patting Mr. Chew on his lap. "And what of Ruby and others? - shouldn't they be informed of this too? Let alone the Headmasters, they know how to deal with their threats.".
The old hitman takes out a bottle of ale and drinks a good portion of it to clear his head a bit, after that he closes it. "Aye - but I ain't too keen on their methods - pretty sure Ozpin and Glynda will just arrest them and put them into questioning, letting them breathe cus' they are too young and green - because here's the problem of the peeps around here . . . they're too soft - not like us. And I'm pretty sure that Fire lass has some beef with Ozzy - which is why I'm putting this between us and only us. Who knows who will stab us in the back - that lass - or worse, Ozzy."
"None of that make a single sense - but then again, we'll just see how this goes.", Moze rolls her eyes around as she gets up and heads upstairs. "I'll go get some shut-eye."
Flak also gets up and heads upstairs, but before that, he turns around - half glancing at the Operative. "Zane, if we do ever fail this attempt - do you have a plan for that?"
He looks down on the floor, and scoffs, looking up at him with a smirk. "I always have a plan for everything, tin can."
As the sun rises in Remnant, Amara wakes up on her bed, and takes a bath and dresses before heading out of their room, wearing a purple tank top, black jogging pants, and a pair of black-and-purple sneakers. It's time for her early exercise and just doing these kinds of stuff is just nothing to her and eventually became part of her life before, during and after she became the famed Tiger of Partali.
She goes downstairs to see no one there in the kitchen, but smiles as she sees the dish Moze made for her. "Oh right, Moze is cooking today.", she then opens the plate to see perfectly cooked beef steak and a message from Moze. "Went out for some eggs (And some tools for Iron Bear). Better get some energy for your training or whatever. - ", she lets out a giggle before sitting down and eating her breakfast. Once that was done, she then grabs her purple gym bag and heads out of the room, and walks along the hallway - presuming to the Courtyard since she prefers the open space rather than the Amphitheater's enclosed areas.
But while she is walking around the Courtyard, looking for a good spot to meditate or train she hears the sound of metal clashing loudly, immediately she searches around for the source but only find a certain Huntress armed with a spear and a shield training by herself, out in the courtyard, early in the morning, throwing her spear and retracting with some kind of magic or tech.
Pyrrha then drops her spear and shield and uses her Semblance to try something out. She closes her eyes, extends her hands forward. Channeling more of her Semblance, she clenches both of her hands, hearing the loud shriek of metal being crumpled like a small soda can.
Amara witness all of this and has confusion written all over her face. "How is she doing all that?", she whispers to herself as she walks over to take a closer look.
But Amara's footsteps, immediately gain the attention of Pyrrha, jolting her eyes up, and accidentally moving her hands away, thus the metal dummy shakes violently before being teared into two vertically and laid on the ground.
Pyrrha breaks control of her Semblance, and turns to Amara with a bow and a smile. "You out here to train too?"
"Mhm - keeping myself in good shape is second nature to me. How did you do that? - ", the Siren glances at her target dummy, of which it is already ripped in pieces. Amara mentally winces as she imagines Flak being ripped in pieces like scrap metal, clearly he's gonna have second thoughts about Pyrrha in his sleep if he ever sees this.
Pyrrha didn't speak for a moment, but then realizes the broken dummy and lets out a "Oh you mean, the dummy? - It's the work of my Semblance, which is Polarity. I can control metals, which is how you saw that dummy and I can summon my weapons at will.",
She goes to the dummy and uses her Semblance again to transform the metal chunks into metal sheets to make it neat. "Semblance. It's kind of like your Siren powers. It is the manifestation of one's innate and personal power as an ability unique to each individual, with the effects varying greatly from user to user. With the sheer number of people unlocking their Semblances, it can lead to unrelated people gaining similar abilities. The nature of one's Semblance is noted as representing an aspect of their character. But much like any power, there's a limit - that's where Aura comes in."
"Aura? You mean like spiritual aura? Because I don't think my Eridian artifact act the same way. Nor does my digital shield.", Amara checks her waist to see a DAHL shield, called the Black Hole: sucks nearby enemies once it reaches 0 - useful whenever enemies start running away from her.
"Yes Aura is the manifestation of one's soul and can be used for a wide range of abilities. The specific abilities and their strengths differ from individual to individual and are dependent on a number of factors, such as experience, training and innate skill. No Aura and No Semblance means a straight defeat, but one can assume."
"Huh - and I thought learning the different shields and artifacts are the only ones confusing. Well, Flak knows a thing or two about those things. And as for that Aura and Semblance, it's amazing - but I don't think it'll synergize for my Siren powers. Anyway, do you always train alone?"
She sighs in defeat. "Y-Yeah . . . apparently my teammates don't have the interest on training early in the morning - not that it's a bad thing. I understand them, but I would like someone who won't mind being a sparring partner for once.", she nervously smiles at her. Ren and Jaune are busy with their school work, while Nora won't take things seriously and eventually get distracted and blow other things up with her Magnhild.
"Well, lucky for you, I could use a change of pace.", Amara shrugs her shoulders as she throws her gym bag on the side, and stretches her arms, loosening up as she walks a few feet away from Pyrrha, "Alright, don't hold back.", she then readies her fists and her body in a combat stance.
Pyrrha throws her spear at Amara, of which Amara dodges it and casually catches it mid-air and throws it back at her, only to see her not there. "Huh? - OOF!", her confusion is interrupted with pain as she is knocked a few meters away from Pyrrha, who lands from above. Amara gets up, and wipes the little blood coming out of her nose.
"Not bad, not bad!", However the brawler thought of it as nothing as she rushes towards her while casting several of her mystical arms, launching towards Pyrrha similar to her Phasecast, but without her Astral Projection.
Despite the incoming massive fists, Pyrrha remains collected and takes out her shield, blocking and dodging the giant fists, while charging at Amara. She then appears from above and slams her with her shield, only to be blocked by her bare fists. They both hold their ground, before Amara smirks, and summons one of her Siren arms from the ground and knocks her away.
As Amara jumps and is about to cast Phaseslam on Pyrrha, Pyrrha dodges it and uses her Semblance to grab her spear and charges at Amara again with her spear and shield at the ready.
But as she is just inches away from her, Amara chuckles and leaps backward to gain some distance between them and lets out a Shock Phasecast on Pyrrha, sending her flying away, yet regains her footing as she pins the spear down on the ground to hold her ground and pick herself up.
However Amara throws a punch at Pyrrha's gut, but Pyrrha times it, blocking it with her shield and headbutts her then roundhouse kicks her in the face, throwing her shield, hitting Amara's stomach and sending her crashing against the wall.
"Damn . . . it!", she growls in pain as she summons her arms to free herself from the wall, and narrowly dodges both Pyrrha's spear and shield, but doesn't have enough time to make an attack for Pyrrha is already up close to her and throws an uppercut.
Amara shakes her head, snapping off from the daze. "So that's how it is, huh? - LET'S DO THIS!", The two engage in an intense close-quarter combat, exchanging blows, punches and kicks - testing to see if which one of them is more tenacious and powerful. Amara uses her aggression at Pyrrha, throwing jab after jab with her bare fists, but Pyrrha has trained for both offense and defense, using her agility to bob-and-weave around her rapid attacks. But to end this spar once and for all, Pyrrha does a low spinning sweep kick, letting Amara loose her footing and does a backflip kick, sending Amara flying in the air again.
But Amara's tattoos glow bright blue and Amara does another Phasecast in mid-air, perfectly aimed at Pyrrha.
As the Huntress lands on the ground and looks up, all she could do is get electrocuted again by Amara's ability,
Both of them panting heavily on the ground, all bruised up by their attacks, but Pyrrha still feels the tingles in her body, a small side-effect after being hit by Amara's Phasecast twice. Normal psychos just die and explode into a fine red mist, but for Pyrrha, it just feels like being hit with a defibrillator, only much, much worse.
"Not bad, Ms. Amara.", the young Huntress smiles as she wipes the sweat from her chin, and stands upright despite her hits taken by the Siren brawler.
She weakly raises her hand with a small mopey face. "Please, don't call me that - that's way worse than being called by my other name."
Pyrrha tilts her head sideways in curiosity. "Wait - you have another name?"
"Well since I'm out of the six galaxies - I'm sure you haven't heard of the 'Tiger of Partali' or just 'Tiger' for short . . . I used to be a big celebrity like you, public figure and all - I have my agents, my publishers, my die-hard fans - but I was also a vigilante, fought crime and make my home safer, not entirely, but it's better than nothing.", she then squats down on the grass as she takes out two bottles of water. " - Here.", then tosses one at her.
Pyrrha catches it with one hand, "Ah thank you - ", she then opens it and replenishes her thirst. She then squats down with her, looking at her tattoos. " - And the reason why you were so famous is because of those tattoos?"
"Yep - turns out I am one of the six Sirens in the universe. The rarest creatures ever lived, their powers being passed down depending on that woman is worthy of wielding the power - of course I make good use of it.", she summons two giant hands out of nowhere behind the two ladies and gives Amara and Pyrrha a back massage with it's index finger and thumb.
It feels awkward, but since her body was sore after that spar, Pyrrha just let it be as she watches the students entering Beacon Academy. "Is there a chance I'll ever see what's out there? You know . . . space and all that?"
Amara looks away and bursts into laughter. "OF COURSE! - I mean Sanctuary 3 is currently making it's rounds back on our galaxy, but they'll be back soon. I'll introduce you to the crew - they're weird in their own way, but they're good people. Well, if you can handle Claptrap that is, that little robot's getting more annoying the longer he continues to live. And I bet you'll have a good time with the B-Team and their Bunkers and Badassess."
Pyrrha chuckles at that, before getting up from the grass, with the mystical hands behind her disappear. "Well, I better go back and check on my team, see if they're still sleeping, Ms. Goodwitch doesn't take too kindly on late comers.", She grabs her spear and her shield, then bows at Amara. "Thanks a lot for today, hope we'll spar again, Amara."
"Don't mention it. It's always nice to have someone to fight with. At least with my bare fists, using my guns are just for times when I really need it.", Amara gets up and grabs her gym bag. "By the way, me and my team will be heading out tonight - you know, enjoying Vale City and all that."
"Huh - okay then, I mean, you all need some time to adjust around here. Farewell.", she smiles as she heads out of the Courtyard, heading back to her team's dorm. But she didn't notice Amara's face slowly change into worry as the Siren lied to her, hoping Pyrrha understands that in the end - the Vault Hunters are not the good guys, just the lesser evils.
Moze places her trust Shredifier assault rifle down on the table, with the rest of Team RWBY and JNPR, eating their lunch with the Vault Hunters, who have their own meal. "Since the geezer talked a little about the DAHL Corporation, it's about time I talked about mine: Vladof Corporation. Think about them as the White Fang - ", Blake suddenly glares at Moze at the corner of her eyes.
" - that supports rebels and paramilitary soldiers all across the six galaxies. I don't know much about their history, but I used to hang out with Comrade Ivan Vladof's sister and one of the corporation's finest nurses, Nina Vladof, whenever I'm near death almost all the time. - ", Blake averts her glare from Moze and just went on to eat her lunch which is her favorite grilled fish.
"That's scary as hell! - Why would you even sign up for a corporation like that?!", Jaune asks her, while timidly eating his lunch.
Moze rolls her eyes around. "I dunno - because of the MECH?! - Like I said, I don't know much about Vladof's history, but I do know, that out of the severael corporations out there, they are the FASTEST when it comes to their weapons. They may not have the accurate and recoiless guns like DAHL, but when you have so many bullets, but so little time: Vladof is the best answer. And this baby says it all - Vladof's iconic weapon - 'The Shredifier'. It's the definition of a 'bullet hose': it deals passable damage per shot, but has a blazing firing speed that allows it to mow down enemies at the cost of extreme ammo consumption. Due to it generating high amounts of recoil, aiming consistently for critical spots can be very difficult."
Ruby's eyes sparkle and slightly drool on the side of her mouth as she takes the gun and examines the parts. "DOES IT FIRE LIKE A CHAINGUN?! - CAN I HAVE MORE OF THIS?!", she giddily asks the veteran gunner. But Moze just shook her head.
"I would give you one if I could, buuuut I wasn't focused on their weapons, too smitten on Iron Bear back then. Why have a chain gun on your hand when you can have 4 miniguns plus a whole arsenal on a 15-ton walking tank?", Moze sips her can of soda.
Weiss narrows her eyes at her, "If this Vladof ever comes to Remnant - what would they do to the people around here?", she then glances at Ruby, who is know aiming the gun around the cafeteria of which she smacks the back of Ruby's head, the latter yelps in pain and dropping the gun on the table again.
"Hmmm - most of the corporations seek for the people's money, but for Vladof, I guess they may push their propaganda and recruit more soldiers to grow bigger, probably sending them off for suicide missions like I did. Otherwise, I would've risen to Commissar Andreyevna and kicked my superior officers' asses to boot camp. Again.", as much as it is a silly thought for her - she wonders if it's possible to go back.
However her thoughts were cut off by Zane's scoff. "Well, at least they're no better than the Atlas Corporation. Those fellas picked themselves right up after their old clusterfuck several years ago - poor General Knoxx."
It was Pyrrha's turn to ask them, "Atlas? But I thought you guys said you are all not from Remnant."
"And surely there's no one in the Atlesian Military that is named General Knoxx. He would've replaced General Ironwood.", Weiss added pointing her fork at Zane.
"What Zane meant is there's another Atlas in the universe, not the Atlesian Military, but the ATLAS Corporation, one of the most ruthless megacorporations in the six galaxies - well, used to, until the new CEO turned into a better one that doesn't treat it's employees like trash. It's the norm out there Hyperion, DAHL, Vladof, even fucking Maliwan. Believe me, if you guys get out of Remnant and come with us, then there's a 70-30 chance you'll meet one of them. And I'll tell you this in advance - they aren't as friendly to . . . basically anyone and anything.", Moze pokes her steak, clearly bored.
Hearing all the talk about going to other planets and exploring the galaxy, Nora jumps in her seat. "IWANNAGOTOSPACE! IWANNABESPACEQUEEN!"
"PA-HAHA! Nope, ya' need ta' finish yer school 'ere in Beacon, plus our ship left Remnant's orbit. They'll come back, but only fer a long while. Or not, depends on how they are working without us."
"Ooooo ~ I can't wait! - Ren, imagine the aliens we can rule over!", Nora turns to him, but her friend merely sighs at the absurd idea.
"Your ship - it's Sanctuary 3, right? Amara told me that bit earlier during our spar. - "
"YOU GET TO SPAR WITH HER?! - Oh man! Did she beat you up with her giant fist things?", Yang tries to imitate Amara's poses.
Pyrrha shakes her head, "Apparently, it was a draw - we were both equally matched, maybe because she held back. But perhaps with you, she wouldn't because she fought me with her bare fists. No offense to you Yang, but without Ember Cecilia, your chances of winning are . . . significantly lower. Though that's just my theory.", she tries to utter her statements with kindness so as to not provoke or antagonize her.
"Amara told you that, huh? Yes, our ship is called Sanctuary 3, named after their flying city back on Pandora, assuming that's what Lilith said to us, before she . . . nevermind, we've indulged you too much. In any case, the name's obvious enough to know that it's our mobile headquarters.", however the Vault Hunters remain silent.
Flak looks around the group to see Jaune is currently not eating his food, and with a sad pout. The robot understands this as one of the human emotions he learned during his travels and even though he doesn't care about problems regarding humans, it's fair that this young man deserve to be more proper . . . so he can die gloriously in the future to meet Death herself.
"Mr. Arc, is something bugging you?", the Beastmaster's deep voice catches the young knight's attention.
"OH! - Uhh - I'm doing great, just great.", he nervously laughs as he eats his food, just after Flak asked him. Ruby and Pyrrha also glances at him.
"Seemingly loss of appetite, nervous laughter, shifting of your eyes and the tone of of your voice. It all checks out.", Flak bluntly explains his results of the scan.
"Waitwaitwaitwaitwait - I didn't ask you to scan me without my permissio - "
"Jaune - are you okay?", the Spartan looking woman leans a little bit to him, looking all worried.
"P-Pyrrha, it's all good!", Jaune sheepishly smiles at them.
"It's that - you seem a little . . . not okay.", Ruby added.
"Guys, guys, I'm fine. Seriously - Look!", Jaune places his hands on his waists, and smiles proudly, trying to put up an act. Though that didn't last long as he sees Cardin, picking on one of the students, which is a Faunus.
Pyrrha looks over to where Jaune was looking and looks away, sighs. "Jaune, Cardin has been picking on you since the first week of school."
"Huh? Who? Cardin Winchester? Nah, he just likes to mess around you know, practical jokes. - "
"He's a bully.", Ruby retorts with a stern look.
"Jaune, if you ever need help, then just ask - "
Nora stands up, " - OH - WE'LL BREAK HIS LEGS! - ", she then slams her fists together with an enthusiastic smile.
" - Guys, it's fine. Besides, he's not just a jerk to me, he's a jerk to everyone.", the Vault Hunters turn to Velvet being picked on by the four boys.
Moze rests her cheek against her knuckle, smirking at the scene. "Of course, a school doesn't exist without a bully - hehe, and I was a bully of my own boot camp. And by the looks of it - I'm pretty sure he's insignificant in the later chapters - sooo, does anybody wanna mess with him?"
"That human is too weak for my taste. My figure alone would terrify 'the living shit out of him' - as you humans say. If Amara was here . . . then good thing this place hasn't been painted with blood and guts."
"Indeed, it is atrocious. I can't stand people like him."
"He's not the only one."
"It must be hard to be a Faunus."
Zane remains silent for a moment before he raises his hand lazily. "No worries, lads and lasses. She may be a weird lookin' lass - but a damsel in distress, is a damsel in distress ~ ", the old man smugly fixes the collar of his jacket and smirks as he gets up from his seat.
Jaune tries to stop Zane. "W-Wait, Mr. Flynt! - Y-You can't - ".
" - Settle down, knight boy, let the geezer work his magic.", the gunner snickers as she makes herself comfortable as she is watching the scene. Flak also observes the scene, but he records it, just in case Cardin and his team would ever make a move on Jaune for revenge.
"OW! THAT HURTS!", the girl yells as she tries to break herself free from Cardin's grip on her bunny ears.
Cardin and the rest of his team bullies Violet, "I told you it was all real!"
"Hahahahaha! - What a freak!", one of Cardin's goons, Russel Thrush, slams his fists on the table, unable to contain his laughter, along with his cohorts - Dove Bronzewing and Sky Lark. But that was short-lived when they heard Zane's laughter with them, to which they all stop and stare at him.
Zane stops and smiles at them. "What's wrong, boyos - seem to have picked on the wrong lass here.", he turns to Velvet, of which he jerks his head elsewhere, signaling her to leave. Velvet swats Cardin's hand away and immediately leaves.
Cardin grunts at the old man. "Why do you care, old geezer - this is no place for old farts like you!", Cardin throws a punch at the Irishman, but only to go through him. "What the - "
Zane appears behind him, leaning the side of his shoulder against his armor, casually checking his nails. "Really now? - Then know that is a place fer' young'uns that won't waste their time with hassilin' anybody within a 5 meter radius.", Cardin is further annoyed by Zane and throws another punch only to be stopped, grabbing his fists and twisting it quickly, the loud cracks can be heard all over the cafeteria, of which the students wince at the sound of it.
"Oooooh ~ man, I wanna get into that action. Or maybe Iron Bear will finally have some dummies to calibrate his aim.", Moze smiles as she chuckles while taking a cherry flavored bubblegum and starts chewing it.
"You'll get yours eventually, Moze. My beasts can have them as their chew toys but nevertheless, humans suffering always make my day.", Flak is still recording from a distance.
The rest of Team RWBY and JNPR scooches a little bit away from them. "You guys are sick.", they all said in unison, but The Gunner and The Beastmaster share a light chuckle.
"GET OFF ME YOU OLD GEEZER!" Cardin punches Zane in the face, only to punch a Digi-Clone, which only goes through him. The real Zane teleport to the other side of Cardin and breaks his knees with his cyber legs.
"Seriously mate? What happened to respecting yar elders?", he ends it with a snicker, before Cardin throws another punch only to instantly swap places and takes Violet from Cardin's field of vision. "Ayayayaayyy ~ tsk, tsk, tsk - all those guns but no brains!", he smirks as he outright punches Cardin in the face, breaking his nose, and for an old man, that was just his playful jab. "Honestly, I have to ask yar' parents' how'd you end up here - Oh wait . . . maybe yar' mother knows ~ ".
Cardin's teammates appear ready to hurt Zane after he hurts their leader, all of them pissed off - but deep down, they are reluctant to face him.
The Operative extends his arms wide. "Come on lads, what's the hold up? Afraid a frail old man can kick yer' arses in front of these people? ~ MIGHT AS WELL GET BENT, YA GITS!", he taunts them. Cardin tries to get up on the floor only to be struck on the head with a food tray out of nowhere.
"PAHAHAHAHAHA! YEAH! - GIVE US A SHOW! ~ ", The Gunner throws a can at one of them, she doesn't care about the bullies if they get hurt, the Vault Hunters only care for entertainment for themselves in expense for others' well-being.
Sky and Dove rushes at the old man on both opposite ends, but Zane sighs as he swaps places with his Digi-Clone, letting them both hit each other. But Russel ambushes Zane, from behind, attacking him with a food tray, only to be electrocuted and blown away by an unseen force and with the food try broken in half.
Zane sighs in disappointment, as he picks up his Barrier device on the ground and puts it inside his person, automatically shielding him alone for a short duration. Afterwards he sees Cardin already charging at him, but the old man merely yawns as he does nothing.
"WATCH OUT!", Jaune warns him, though of nowhere, a drone appears from above, shooting non-lethal bullets on Cardin's nape, and shooting him a taser round on his chest, putting him down on the ground like a wild animal.
Cardin groans in pain as his body can't handle much anymore. He's supposed to be a Huntsman, but instead, he got beaten by a surprisingly agile yet cocky old timer armed with gadgets and cybernetics. He then sees Zane's smirk slowly turn into a frown. "The way I see it you got two choices - we both know yar' gonna be irrelevant to the entire series - so you and yer wee pallies better hoof it out of here . . . or you better suck it up, an' take this as a lesson, because if I see you around throwin' shite again like a fookin' monkey, I'll try not break your legs this time. Snappy-snappy ~ ", he shakes his head playfully, as if he was trying to snap his head, before bursting out laughing and getting up.
Zane leaves the scene and goes back to his seat, all with a casual smile. "Welp, that was not thrilling as I hope to be - ".
" - Ehem . . . ", suddenly, Teams RWBY and JNPR immediately sees Glynda, crossing her arms, pissed as always - however not just at Cardin, but at Zane as well. Especially Zane.
The Operative quickly puts on his suave smile at the Headmistress. "Ahh, Ms. Hotwi - Goodwitch! ~ How much did you see?"
She grits her teeth and scowls at him. "Enough to escort you and the Vault Hunters to the Headmaster. Immediately. And don't think you can get away with this act, Mr. Flynt.", she lashes out to him.
"Yer' welcome, beautiful. I was just counseling' some ne'er-do-wells the Flynt way.", the Operative gets up and takes out his whiskey, and whistles as he follows her behind to the Headmaster's Office.
Moze turns to Ruby and the rest. "Welp, we better head out - OH, and sorry we wouldn't be able to hang around tonight. We . . . got some stuff to do. Right, Flak?"
"Indeed. It is our agenda regarding the Crimson Raiders. Yes. Excuse us.", Flak turns away from them immediately and follows Zane and Moze.
Once they are inside the Headmaster's Office, they see a giant holographic screen, and it seems to a live feed of a middle aged man wearing a white overcoat, with a gray undercoat, black sweater, a red necktie and a white glove on his right hand. His suit pants share the same color as his overcoat and are tucked into silver boots accented in gray.
"And who are they, Ozpin?"
"Just a few helping hands that are willing to help the Festival.", Ozpin drinks his warm coffee in his trusty mug.
As soon as Moze sees the military uniform she lets out a groan, "Oh great . . . a military figure - honestly this is the last thing that I need right now.", Moze rolls her eyes around, "Feels like I'm in my early days. I fucking hate my early days."
"Vault Hunters this is General James Ironwood, Headmaster of Atlas Academy, as well as a general in the Atlesian Military and a holder of two seats on the Atlesian Council. James, these people are the ones that crash landed here on Remnant few days ago. And they are a part of a small organization called the Crimson Raiders, as informed by the leader here, Doctor Tannis."
Tannis is still tampering with the Scroll before, perking her head up and nods rapidly. "Yes indeed."
"Hmm - and people mistook you all as aliens."
"Well, 'alien' seem to be used in a general term, not 'green men' or 'space tentacles'."
Ironwood turns to the robot, "Indeed - you seem to be highly intelligent for a sentient machine."
Flak shrugs his shoulders. "My creators gifted me with such knowledge and intelligence - which resulted to my sentience, however, do not think that you can control me like the rest of the automatons."
Zane steps up. "So you're the boyo that controls Atlas . . . Hmmm, actually THIS IS HOW I pictured him to be! HAH! What're the odds. So - what do ya' want from us, Ozzy?", he turns to Ozpin.
Ozpin turns to Ironwood. "General Ironwood will make his appearance in the upcoming Vytal Festival, I assume you all know what's a festival in the first place, yes?", then turns to the team.
Zane and Moze just shrugs, but Flak nods. "Yes, apparently this festival is an international festival held every two years in one of the Kingdoms of Remnant in celebration of the end of the Great War. During the festival, the various cultures of the world are celebrated with dances, parades and a combat tournament. The host kingdom of the festival rotates every two years, and the host opens its borders to visitors from the other kingdoms. The tournament rotates which kingdom it is held in, using the following cycle: Vacuo, Mistral, Vale, Atlas. In this case, it's going to be held here in Vale. And judging by our immediate presence here and General Ironwood - it seems we're tasked with something meager - like patrol duty.".
Moze widens her eyes at the mention of it. "Combat tournament? Now that's something you don't see everyday."
"Actually the older batch of Vault Hunters before you attended a combat tournament. However, I don't recall the results after that. Maybe because the Torgue's CEO kept yelling and screaming in the ECHOnet.", Tannis speaks as she recalls the location of the tournament: The Badass Crater of Badassititude.
"Back on the topic, yes, since hundreds of people all across Remnant will celebrate here in Vale, we need to increase our security personnel, just in case something goes wrong.", Ironwood states in the screen.
"Well a big event like that - there's bound to be something wrong. But don't worry lads, we'll just do what we always do: Playing it cool ~ ", Zane smirks confidently at them.
Ironwood nods at them. "Very well.", though his tone doesn't say friendly or grateful. He shifts his eyes to the Headmaster. "Ozpin, we'll talk later.", then the screen shuts off.
Moze breathes a sigh of relief. "That went well. At least we know which Atlas is our Atlas, heh. Oh and Ozpin - ", and Moze was about to say something else, but then sees Zane with a deadpan stare. Moze purses her lips and smiles, " - ah nevermind. Sorry about that guys.", she chuckles before leaving the office with Tannis, Zane and Flak. Ozpin blinks his eyes a bit, wondering what was that about.
Now outside the office, Zane takes out his ECHO device and contacts Amara, "Oi, 'Mara - where are you?"
"Just finished changing in the gym, why? We heading out?", the Siren speaks softly through the ECHO.
"Outside Junior's Club, 7:30 PM. Be there.", the old man ends the call immediately and catches up to his friends to prepare for their first gig.
Amara wears her usual outfit instead of her gym one. She checks the Scroll to see the time. "It's 8:00 PM - late as always.", she exhales through her nose and pinches her forehead. But then hears a series of footsteps behind her.
The rest of her team, already there, equipped with their weapons, arrive at the back alley. Moze is gripping her Shredifier with the legendary Vladof rocket launcher, the ION CANNON on her back, eager to search and destroy. Flak on the other hand, has his beasts, all over him. Mr. Chew climbing on top of his head, while Meat-Thief is the ground beside him, taking out it's Jakobs shotgun, and Broodless, is still inside Flak's backpack, ready to pounce. And lastly Zane, just taking a drink of his favorite ale before closing it and putting the flask back in his jacket. "Alright, guys, follow my lead and play nice.", he smiles as he heads inside Junior's Bar.
The other three straighten themselves up and follow suit - remembering how they entered a bar like this where they all first met.
The club itself is an old brick building with arched windows. Entrance is via a pair of large sliding doors that open automatically. The dance floor is directly ahead, down a flight of stairs. Six large crystalline pillars surround the floor, with the DJ's booth located on the opposite side from the entry stairs. A long bar is along the left side of the dance floor. There are several balconies along the walls overlooking the dance floor, connected by stairs. Above the dance floor on the ceiling is a rotating ring shaped rig of light, laser and holographic projectors. Additional projectors are mounted on fixed rigs between the columns. currently occupied with formal looking gangsters.
On the counter, a middle aged man wearing a black vest over a white dress shirt, a red tie, black gloves and black dress pants. He has gray eyes, short black hair, along with a matching beard and mustache.
But what Zane is meeting with is on one of the counters, had slanted, dark-green eyes and bright, long, orange hair, with long bangs covering his right eye. Black eyeliner traced his visible left eye. He wore a red-lined white suit with long black pants and black shoes. His accessories included a small gray scarf, black gloves with buckled sleeves, and a black bowler hat with a small feather tucked into its red band.
As the Vault Hunters enter the Club, the henchmen along with the bartender all stare at them. Some of the henchmen are downright confused as to who they are and are completely unnerved by Flak's beasts, Amara's tattoos, Moze's weapons and Zane's casual smile as he walks forward, ignoring their glares.
The four grab their own seat at the counter, with the old man raising 4 fingers. "Four shots of yer' top shelf.", he takes out his Lien from his jacket and places it down on the counter, like he always do on the other bar yesterday.
Junior sighs as he swipes the Lien off the counter and starts pouring the ingredients of the club's finest drink, but while he's doing that, he takes a glance at Flak's beasts, growling in their place, especially Mr. Chew, the skag adorably licking Flak's face while letting out a low purr. "Hmmm - those things rabid?"
Flak, his head face down, slowly raises his head up, his green eye staring at him. "They are with me - and yes, they know when and where to defecate. So you and your little club may rest easy.", The bartender just scoffs while he's minding his own business.
On the other hand, Amara sees two women staring at them, but all she did is a wink and a sly smirk before looking away, turning to the Gunner. "You know this place ain't half bad at all as far as clubs go."
Moze shrugs, "Well, it's better than a rave back at the military. Speaking of military, looks like we got another case from Ozzy. We had a little chat with the general of Atlas, and he's exactly what you think he is - "
"Straight to the point and boring?"
The former soldier chuckles as she hears footsteps nearby. "Straight to the point and boring."
"Here you go.", Junior then arrives with 4 glasses of their best drink and spoke with his rough monotone voice, afterwards, he then goes in the back.
Moze and Amara take their glasses and smile at each other, the Gunner raising her glass first, "I guess this is a small toast for being the first aliens here on Remnant."
"Eh - I could've thought of a better one, but yeah - screw it.", the two clink their glasses together and they both down their drinks, with Amara completely taken aback from the flavor. "अच्छाई मुझे (Goodness me), haven't drank alcohol that good since my celebration on Yetta Stonetooth's death."
While the other three are just in their seats, Zane leans a little bit on the counter, staring at his drink. "You must be Roman Torchwick."
He pulls out a cigar and his iconic zippo-style lighter, lighting it and blows a puff of smoke. "And you must be the one that nearly broke my boy's leg. Shame you went easy on him. He and his little street rat can take quite a beating. Believe me."
He pauses for a moment before smiling at him. "But a little bird told me a certain old man that has a one-of-a-kind tech that not even those nerds Atlas can think of. And able to cause a little scene with little Em and Merc. Let's just get this out of the way. You, my good sir, are an unknown, you are not even in the list of criminals all over the four kingdoms. So who are you?"
Zane downs the drink places the glass down. "Name's Zane. Zane Flynt. I'm here fer a little gig with me mates. The lass with the guns is Moze, the tin can with the animals is Flak, and the lass with the tattoos is Amara."
Roman turns to the other three, raising an eyebrow at them. "Quite the posse you have. And you seem eager to fight, short stuff. You compensating for something, hm? ~ "
Moze felt like a vein pulsating inside. But on the outside, her left eye twitches erratically. "Call me short stuff again and I'll show you what, jackass!", the Shredifier's barrels starts spinning slowly, Roman can hear the rapid clicking of the gears, but he was just messing around, letting out a light laugh and puffing another burst of smoke from his cigar.
"Of course, yet a busy man like you have a lot on your table, and it just so happens that we are professionals in need of some Lien."
Roman can't help but chuckle, "Ohohohohohohoho - well I'm afraid you have come a tad too late, I already have enough fooooooor - ", he stops for a moment, as he just thought of an idea. " - ON SECOND THOUGHT! - There is something you can do for me.", he snaps his fingers to call in a young woman approaching the Zane and the Vault Hunters.
The young lady wears a white cropped wide, broad tailed jacket with a pink interior, collar, a single gold button and large pink cuffs. She wears brown pants with a dark belt that has a gray buckle and an additional narrow belt under it. Under her jacket is a brown corset, curved in the middle and at the bottom, exposing her hips. She also wears a multitude of black beaded necklaces, which hang haphazardly around her neck. Neo also wears black and white spat styled under the knee boots alongside black gloves.
The young lady gives Roman a dark brown folder. "Thank you, dearie. ~ ", he smiles at Neo, to which the young woman only replies with a kind smile and a lady-like bow.
"Here." Roman slides the folder to Zane, and opens it, showing pictures of two old warehouses, looks abandoned but Zane can see several armed personnel patrolling around the area, using forklifts and lots of metallic crates. "A little bit of history - that location was used as a weapons factory during the Great War, when the people of Vale were arming themselves to face . . . whatever they were fighting - I'm just a simple man with simple needs, not a historian who knows when is the end of the world."
Moze looks at the photos, seeing the guards surrounding the area. "Who are these guys? It looks like they're from a military on their weapons alone, assault rifles and shotguns aren't common out there."
"Them? Hah! - Those are just goons from another rival gang. These days, the military life is absolute shit, so shit in fact, that they left for some . . . fun. Even some of my men used to be security guards, sergeants, even lawyers. Also, my scouts have reported at least 20 - maybe 30 heads total. We'll be doing a 'Clean and Sweep' so either you go silent, or go guns blazing - I don't care, as long as you get the job done. - AND BOTH of the warehouses are needed to be intact - I have shipments of Dust waiting to be sold, and I don't like showing off my . . . products, out in the open."
"With the place that big and the men heavily armed. How much are we getting paid?", Amara questions him.
"Well, since I'll need that place for my own business. I'll make things sweeter. How about 5,000,000 Lien each? ~ Maybe because I got a good feeling about you four. Maybe. Because if you all cross me - well . . . let's not get too ahead of ourselves, for we are fellow professionals.", Roman smiles while crossing his legs. "So - do we have a deal?"
Moze and Zane immediately went wide at the sheer amount of money being offered, even bigger than Ozpin's reward back at Emerald Forest. Moze thinks it's enough to buy a butt load of nukes for Iron Bear, while Zane is thinking about booze and cybernetics he can buy off of it. However, Flak and Amara are just here for the action - it's about time they get some mayhem going. The old man lets out a heartily laugh before standing up from his seat. "Aye - it's a deal, boyo. Ya' can count on us."
Roman scoffs. "Don't get too cocky now, Mr. Flynt. Who knows what you'll find there.", he places the cigar on an ashtray and extinguish it, then lights another one.
As soon as the Vault Hunters leave the bar, Junior arrives from the back notices the empty glasses. "Hmmm - I expected you to be more condescending. You sure they can handle it?"
Roman sighs as he stands up and grabs his cane. Neo arrives by his side, holding a parasol over her. "Something tells me, they will put on quite a show. 'Til next time, Junior.", he then leaves the bar with Neo, the latter happily skips beside him.
In the middle of the night, one guard, wearing a dirty brown uniform - carrying a poorly maintained assault rifle. He sees the warehouses in the distance and suddenly his radio acts up. "Seeing any activity?"
The guard looks around in the forest behind him, he turns on his flashlight and peers behind the bushes. But he shrugs his shoulders. "Nope - this area's clear. I'll radio y'all if something's up.", he then turns off the radio to save batteries.
But before he can take another step, he feels a sharp blade sliced across his neck, slowly but surely, he falls down on the ground, but he sees his body - headless, and eventually falls limp on the ground, bleeding profusely. He tries to open his mouth to scream, but a bullet whizzes straight through his head, killing him.
Zane smirks as he deactivates his Digi-Claw drags the body in the bushes. "Alrighty - South Sector is clear. What about on your end, lasses and tin can?"
Surrounded by dead bodies, Moze reloads her Shredifier, and checking her ammo. "East Sector is all good here."
Unbeknownst to her, a soldier covered in blood and guts from his fellow goons, is crawling away from her - about to radio for reinforcements. But a large metallic foot squashes the soldier's upper torso like thick jelly, preventing from calling reinforcements, and burns the remaining bodies with it's flamethrowers, quickly charring all of them.
Moze turns to Iron Bear and chuckles. "Yep, all good. ~ "
"NO! PLEASE, NO! - ", but the cries of the guard is cut off after being incinerated by one of Amara's giant mystical fist.
The rest of the guards are suffering in different elemental types. Electrocuted to death, slowly melting in corrosive acid, and frozen solid. Amara flicks a finger to one of the frozen bodies, letting it fall down to the other fragile ones, shattering into pieces.
Amara then radios the rest of her team, reloading her SF Force SMG. "West Sector is empty by yours truly."
Flak takes a sniping spot in the watchtower, , equipping a silencer on his sniper rifle, watching the entire compound, filled with goons. "The North Sector was clear, but I am in position at a watchtower. I can see you three from here."
Behind Flak are his beasts. Mr. Chew devouring a guard body, while Broodless is wrapping another body with it's tough spiderant silk probably to keep it fresh once this mission is over, and Meat-Thief is guarding their back with his trusty shotgun.
AU: AAAAAND that was it - PHEW! 10,017 words (11,097 words, if you count the AU's). . . Honestly, that's a milestone for me. And I force myself to watch some action movies to write some fight scenes (and from what I can tell - it's sooooo short and underwhelming lmao) but what's done is done.
And before I pat myself on the back, I made one big crucial mistake, and that is to let Zane meet Cinder, Emerald and Mercury meet in advance. I've been racking my brain to think of a better one - but I ain't no professional writer, just a simple author who likes both series XD and I am pissed at myself for not tying in a better interaction than that. So yeah, that one's on me.
But of course there's the reviews and comments:
TheWubbzler: Ok, I DO have ONE small criticism about the story, I feel like the Vault Hunters would be OP for the Grimm.
We're talking about highly trained individuals who cheated death for God knows how long ALONE but now bunched up together and already having saved the Universe, took down Maliwan invading forces, killing 3 Vault Monsters (One of which is the destroyer) so I feel like if even ONE of the Vault Hunters were left alone on Remnant, the Grimm would already be nearing extinction.
You also missed a GREAT opportunity to show off a spike shield, if the Nevermore attacked Fl4k, it would've been fantastic if it got shocked, I know it would've ruined the next problem a little but like I said...OP Vault Hunters.
Overall this is great, I definitely see the little criticisms of yours about Borderlands 3 story (Rightfully so, it's trash in the form of chronological events) but I also am curious if you're gonna have a years in advance and criticize the current writing of RWBY since it's been...Declining. Basically we got both great concepts and awesome worlds with shitty writing as of recent but one has teenage girls with transforming weapons while the other has guns that'd make Ruby nerdout.
Overall this is still nice and I will continue to follow, just wanted to add those marks.
Not gonna lie, I like where this is going! I'm assuming you chose this section of RWBY because it's one of the better volumes of the story?
[TO TheWubbzler: Yes, the Vault Hunters are hella OP for the Grimm - but that'll somewhat change when facing an army when it's just the 4 of them. And yep, I mean in the end, cheating death is badass to the core. Plus all of their equipment are Legendary (Shredifier, Nemesis, ION CANNON, SF Force, even the Monocle)
And GODDAMN IT - I FORGOT ABOUT THE SPIKE SHIELD! AAARRGGGGHHHH! Now that you mention it - I've been dropping some guns here and there and not about shields or Eridian artifacts - need to write that down.
Well as for the 'years in advance' part - I'm not sure if I can continue this fanfiction later on. Not just college stuff but . . . yeah, I think it's just college gnawing my mind slowly XD - but I can safely say that RWBY's writing has been declining. One of my favorite Youtubers, EruptionFang, who also covers Borderlands and RWBY content (along with RvB) also points out the numerous flaws on both series.
But in the end, RWBY and Borderlands are similar in their own ways despite, completely different. And something just crossed my mind, even if RWBY has all of these cool looking transforming weapons, they are leagues away from the Overpowered 'One-Shot, One-Kill' Borderlands Weapons (I'm looking at you Double-Penetrating Unkempt Harold, Light Show, Flipper and Prompt Critical). Anyways, thanks buddy ^_^ ]
And yeah, after Volume 3, I'm thinking of a new plotline that involves Team RWBY and JNPR escaping Remnant after the Fall of Beacon and goes around the galaxy for bit before coming back to Remnant to help RWBY's Atlas and Mistral.
PEARL ZANE GREY: Good to hear from you via another update for "Still No Rest For The Wicked". The COVID-19 pandemic, the waiting and my own assignments that I've been burning the midnight oil in trying to meet the deadlines, were already taking their toll on me…
Not even watching gameplay footage on "Cyberpunk 2077" could alleviate that, on account that it's an 'open world action role-playing' video game where almost EVERY decision could have been done differently…
By the way, did you get to read "Handsome Jack: The Hero?" By: 'Mad King Kevin'? It's finally picked up steam, and it'll only get better from there on with all the future 'ideas' to be implemented in the future…
[TO PEARL ZANE GREY: Sadly, yes, we're all suffering this entire shitshow together - but we still got twice the grit to survive.
And yes, I can't believe CD PROJEKT would do this . . . how they fucked up everything. And those poor developers who crunched weeks only for the game to flop. They deserve better.
As for the story you recommended, HELL YEAH I READ IT! - Jack meeting with the Borderlands 1 crew - Woah, kinda want to make a time machine arc in the story (but doing that has more complications than RWBY's writing) And mad props to the author! ]
qazse: I'd love to see the vault hunters explain each of the corporations and what make their weapons different from eachother to tram RWBY and JNPR, and giving demonstrations on a firing range. Ruby will certainly have a gungasm from the seer variety of weapons out there, especially with what the legendries can do. And Nora just might explode learning about Torgue weapons.
[TO qazse: Considering Team RWBY and JNPR haven't been around in space - I was thinking of the Crimson Raiders take them in Sanctuary and go around the six galaxies, meeting Jakobs and Atlas, and the other corporations (granted if they are still hostile to the Crimson Raiders) But Team RWBY and JNPR will have to get used to killing PEOPLE, not GRIMM.]
Well those are the reviews - uhh - see you in the next chapter I guess. Happy Holidays and stay safe everyone! - I mean I'm currently typing outside, I might get COVID - but anything for y'all lmao