Rebirth
Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY, elements from Gundam Wing: Endless Waltz, nor Heavens Lost Property, only my OC.
Warning: Language. Violence. Death. Horror.
Rated: M
Hello everyone! How are things going for all y'all? This is a story that has been bugging me to write, it was inspired by two series' that are as follows:
[Gundam Wing: Endless Waltz.]
[Sora No Otoshimoto/Heaven's Lost Property.]
These two stories, the former I've known since childhood, while the latter is from what I've seen when it was first released.
Originally, I wanted my OC-Insert to be reborn as an android created by Dr Polendina, but after watching both franchises that are mentioned above, I decided to shake things up a bit, making her more than just an android, and that will be revealed in this chapter prologue, it's pretty much a first-ever crossover between RWBY and Sora No Otoshimoto (At least to my knowledge anyway), but with a specific element from Gundam Wing: Endless Waltz element is for my MC in question.
So, putting the pieces together and also seeing gundam girls from what was called the armor girl project, and downloading a wallpaper about one MS Girl that is called 'Rebirth' which is the story pic you see above you, resulted the inspiration of this story to be made.
How will they correlate each other exactly? Well… like Mr. Perfect Cell once said, multiverse theory's a bitch.
A fair warning, and I will admit, there will be gaps in my knowledge of Sora no Otoshimoto, so be on a lookout for any flaws in it, and I am no techno geek that can speak techno-babble or the military jargon of any kind either, in ANY stretch of the imagination.
So, with that, Enjoy!
Chapter Prologue:
The view displays nothing but a blizzard for a couple of seconds before the winds altered to a different direction as the screen is cleared up from the clouds, showing that it was nighttime with a shattered moon high in the sky, but the most eye grab would be the thing that could be considered a floating city, attached by large cables that come from the ground with another city filled with smoke and steam from industrial buildings right underneath it.
The scene moves towards a tower at the center of the floating city, and blurs into an office, there a single occupant standing in front of the window with the whole view of the kingdom.
Appearing to be a man of being his mid-20's, 6'4 in height, with black hair with a bit of grey areas on the sides, with full on black eyebrows, he has a strip of metal above the right eyebrow, well dressed and clean, he wears 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 into gray.
This is none other than James Ironwood, a recently promoted high ranking general and Headmaster of Atlas Academy.
And right now, he is sightseeing the entire frozen land to clear his mind. Reason for that is because of a dream, not a nightmare per se, but it has been growing more frequent as of late, it was clearer and more lucid than he ever thought to be possible.
He remembered it very vividly.
(A week ago: 3rd POV)
James finds himself standing in an open field, clouds move overhead as the land with filled with nothing but grass and small hills, he tries looking around only to find the same thing, no other kind of life in sight aside from a couple of cows grazing about.
But what really got his eye is what is atop of a hill he is currently standing on, a hill covered in some clouds, making it extremely hard for him to see.
But as if the clouds were somehow alive and read his thoughts, they moved aside to reveal someone that always took his breath away.
A woman with a long white summer dress, and nothing else, no footwear either, and her hair being long and blue as the sky above. However, he cannot tell what her eyes look like since they covered in shadows.
But the one thing that always manages to bring him in awe is the massive white wings that are spread across her back, almost ready to take flight.
"She is coming, James." She warns him, her voice being so clear it would put bells to shame.
She?
As if she read his thoughts, the angel-like being elaborates.
"My most powerful and precious daughter is soon to awaken from her long slumber, and when she does could determine the fate of your world, so do everything in your power to find her, so that evil forces that you fight against won't use her for their own twisted ends. Help her, and she will help you, so I beg you, no. I beseech you, watch over her, care for her, treasure her, and never blunder your words with her. And do not tell anyone, especially those of your inner circle, they must never know. Not ever." She warned him at the last one before she took off into the pure blue skies above the clouds, James could do nothing but raised his right hand towards in a vain attempt take to stop her.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
(Dream Sequence: End)
Beep! Beep! Beep!
Click.
A hand made of metal taps the button of an alarm clock to turn it off.
James gets up halfway on his bed, and move his back against the headrest, revealing his right hand, more metal than flesh, it reaches all the way to his right shoulder and torso, metal replacing flesh from an injury that required surgery for him to stay in service on the military. Fit with a six pack on the left side of his body, with the right metal side mimicking the left.
His left hand moves to his face to try and remove the grogginess from that dream.
"That same dream again? Who was she? And who is this 'she' that woman spoke of?" He murmured in his hand but looks back at the alarm clock that its 5:59 in Atlesian morning time.
Sighing, he shakes the drowsiness, gets up out of his bed, wearing only a black pajama pants as he walks to the restroom to get ready for the day.
(Flashback ends: 3rd POV)
James shakes his head from the memory. "There is a threat that wants nothing more than to destroy all of Remnant, mankind and faunus along with it. Yet here I am, haunted by dreams that I am becoming more convinced that they are visions, or whatever preconceived warning, or maybe I am just losing my mind? It is more believable anyway, must be from all the stress piling up as of late." He mused to himself in his office.
Afterall, having two seats as a high ranking general AND being a headmaster of Atlas at the same time is a lot of work to deal with.
Mountains of paperwork, giving orders to his soldiers and students in many intervals, filing out reports to the Atlesian council, negotiating deals with the political. Making announcements to the public, procuring security for the R&D, and having the misfortune to having to talk with Willow Schnee who was devastated when she found out too late her husband only married her to control the family business of the Schnee Dust Company.
Hell of a workload, consuming most of his time.
When the time came for her father, Nikolas Schnee to pass away in his sleep, leaving a distraught family of Willow and her three children, two daughters and one younger son. Winter, Weiss and Whitley respectively.
Well, Jacque is the only one not mourning, if anything, he saw greed flashing in his eye, and that is how he knew that he is going to be the biggest pain in the ass to deal with in the future.
Greedy bastard.
Hmm~ Hmm~
His attention turns to the buzzing of his scroll, he takes it out of his breast pocket, pressed the button and puts it next to his ear.
"Hello, this is general Ironwood speaking." He said to the caller.
The response was immediate as he heard. "General Ironwood sir? This is Special Operative Clover. I called you to report a disturbance that is occurring two miles outside of Mantles walls."
"Copy that Specialist Clover, is it a Grimm marching to the walls?" The general inquired, fearing a possible Grimm attack is about to happen, the worst-case scenario of those creatures might cause a bit of havoc to instill fear to the populace, and the fear might bring more to their doorstep.
One would think that a small number of those monsters of darkness would not amount to anything and can be dealt with, but ever since James became a part of an inner circle that are fighting against a foe the whole world never even knows about? It forced him change his perception of things with the world at large when said world crashed around him.
He was snapped out of his thoughts as to what he heard next. "No General, it's something else entirely. Our scanners have detected a massive energy spike of unknown origins, but no further activity so far either, our men are getting anxious that something might go awry if not handled properly and immediately. orders sir?" Clover asked on the scroll.
James raised an eyebrow, but he narrows his eyes as his face turns stern as he begins to give his orders.
"Sit tight soldier. I will be on my way personally to see this myself, have you and your fellow specialist team to aid me in this mission to investigate this unknown anomaly, I'll have three Atlesian ships ready to depart ASAP, and have them ready to shoot anything that moves if the disturbance proves to be a threat, this is a high priority, and we will find out what is going on. Am I clear?" He sternly replied as a General should when against a possible threat.
"Yes, General, Specialist Clover out." The call ended immediately after, and James put his scroll away back in his breast pocket, he closes his eyes, before opening them again as he leaves his office and get ready for the task at hand and prays it doesn't end horribly.
(Time-skip: Fifteen minutes later)
True to his word, he made it inside a bullhead, moving ahead of the Atlesian ships, the simple plan is for him to get his boots on the ground himself, the leading Atlesian Ship called Providence followed by two others, Ambience and Cronos in the left and right in that order, both are just an insurance in support, armed with cannons that can level buildings and hundreds of military bullheads and personal, awaiting at his command should things turn nasty.
The formation that Providence will stick close to the ground while the other two will watch from the skies as a death from above approach, floating away from each other, but not too far away to help keep their respective flanks guarded if flying based Grimm got too curious.
Currently, the general is standing in front of the side hatch of the bullhead, getting ready to move out the instant it touches the ground near the assembly area.
James adjusts the necktie as he has donned his shoulder spaulders, preparing for battle, both his revolvers at his sides, fully loaded to be used.
The General takes a deep breath as the bullhead lands and the hatch opens for him to jump off and move onto the meeting point, and then see specialist Clover moving towards him.
"General Ironwood sir." He salutes to him, followed by the rest of the four specialists moving in a single file line and followed the salute.
The General looks at him, appraising him.
This is Clover Ebi, the special operative team leader, a young man standing at 6'3, with brown hair cut short with a tuft on the top, teal-green eyes, wearing sleeveless Atlesian specialist uniform, that consists of a white coat with red and blue accents, a four-leaf clover pin, his belt had a rabbits foot keychain hanging off of it, he also wore white pants and his hands are covered in brown fingerless gloves, finished with calve length blue boots.
On his left side, he has a foldable weapon that is basically a fishing rod with a hook-on top of it.
Standing next to his right is Marrow Amin, 6'1 feet tall, has long greenish-black hair, he belongs to a race called the Faunus, the proof being the tail of the canine family, he wears a white coat with red and blue accents, with a red ascot, knee length blue boots and blue pants, and has a weapon attached to his back, a rifle that can turn into a three pointed Frisbee.
Next to him is Elm Ederne, a tall woman of 6'5 feet, having medium length brown messy hair in a ponytail, brown tan skin and brown eyes, she wears her own personal specialist uniform that consists of an open white, one-sleeved vest with blue accents and dark gray shirt. She has a red belt around her white pants and going barefoot instead save for some martial arts footwrap. Also having a silver hoop earring on her right ear.
Then there is Harriet Bree, a dark-skinned young woman standing at 5'7 feet, with platinum blonde hair mixed with brown hair shaved on the sides with violet eyes. She wears a short-sleeved specialist uniform that fits right for her, consisting of a sleeveless white vest, a rolled-up blue shirt, a red tie and white shorts. There are also dark blue strips connected to the side of vest down to the silver greaves on her knees, exposing the inner part of the thighs and the back of her calves. She also wears blue fingerless gloves and silver shoes. The blond portions of her hair rest in a pattern resembling a rabbit's ears.
And finally, there's Vine Zeki, a tall man of 6'6 feet, with shaved hair, deathly pale skin and light blue eyes. He has several tattoos along the center of his forehead and chin. He wears an Atlesian Specialist uniform that consists of a white with blue accents, a red sash worn on his left shoulder and waist, a blue bet, and black sleeveless gloves that go up to his brachium. He wears beaded necklaces around his neck and right arm.
This is what completes the Ace Operatives, fresh out of the academy, but they are handpicked by the General himself when he saw their ability to get things done both as a team or solo.
James nods. "At ease." The simple command allowed the five specialists to put their hands behind their backs and spread their legs a little wider.
"Now then, what is the situation so far, any changes of the unknown anomaly?" He queried as he looks around for anything, yet so far, nothing seems to be out of the ordinary.
Before the ace op leader could speak, one of the leading scientists typing on the computers inside a bullhead for research purposes cried out from the open hatch. "General! We got a problem, it's the unknown energy source, its spiking up!"
As if to prove him right, the winds pick up without warning, pushing everyone with enough force to send them flying, James and the ace ops included, it was also strong enough to make even the landed Bullheads to slightly move, the bitter cold would have bitten their skin if not for their aura protecting them, the researchers were wise to close the hatches in their respective bullheads to avoid being frozen to death.
What felt like an eternity when it was only a minute did the winds calm down to a tolerable level, and the area becomes clear.
One of the soldiers managed to get up on his knees, when he looked up, he noticed something in the sky, he turns to the general and cried out through the blizzard.
"General, look!" He points to the sky.
The man looks at his subordinate to see him pointing up, he follows the direction where his finger is pointing.
Only to become shocked as to what he is seeing, a big ball so black that it looked it could absorb all the light within. Where'd it came from or how it had gone unnoticed, he knows not, but one thing is for sure that it was the source of the unknown energy the eggheads were searching for.
He snapped out of his reverie as he sees a gold light coming out of the black hole.
And it's going to make a crash-landing right where they are standing!
"RUN!" The General roared as he, the ace op, and the others run to take cover.
BOOM!
Just in time as the collision was big enough to send everyone flying again.
And when they stopped sliding off the ground, Ironwood gets up on one knee, puts a finger to his ear that has an earpiece and immediately called out.
"Sound off men!"
"We are alright General, little ruffled, but alive!"
"Same here, no casualties or severe injuries on our end!"
"All is green sir!"
"The Ace op is still in tip top condition General!"
Mentally relieved as the rest called out that no casualties were made known, he gets up and he walks to the source of the collision.
"Everyone regroup back to me, stay close and get ready for anything, we are going to investigate as to what in the hell that was." He calls out to his soldiers as they followed him, slowly and deliberately while scientists got out of their bullheads after seeing things have calmed down.
James and his men now stand at the edge of the potential source of the anomaly, and when the snow dust settled, they become shocked as to what they found.
Standing in the center shows at an imposing height of ten feet is a white pillar held by a green pod of some kind, the object itself remains unscathed, surprising considering the force of the crash landing that made a crater huge enough to fit a small mansion with the bottom of it buried underneath, like the same way when someone just dropped an anchor in the sand, but the pillar stands tall and straight as a rod, leaving no room for an angle.
"What the hell is that?" One of the soldiers murmured with bewilderment in his tone, his question was shared by everyone.
James narrowed his eyes as he gestures everyone to follow him as he slides down and moves closer to the pod, holding one of his firearms, finger on the trigger, being ready in case things get nasty.
Upon reaching it, he notices that there are green lines coming out from the bottom that reaches to the top of the pod in a certain pattern with a slow, heartbeat like rhythm, curious why he moves his free left hand to touch what he discerns is to be glass that would've looked like a solid bubble.
James has his pistol on his right holster while he swipes his left hand slightly to see if he can get any reaction.
"Get ready everyone, don't let your guard down." He ordered his men once as nothing is happening, the replies of a stiff 'yessir' once they got their head back in the game, their fingers on the triggers while the Ace op have their respective weapons at the ready as they walk onto the pillar with the headmaster placing his hands over it to see if he finds anything, but with no success.
"General, your orders, sir?" The voice of Clover inquires as he watches him.
He shakes his head, composes himself and speaks to the soldiers and the ace op behind without looking back. "Men, we secure this unknown object, bring it inside Providence and take it back to Atlas, from there we will have it moved in the R&D Department and have our best scientists to look into what we are dealing with. This pods existence will be kept classified, out of sight, out of mind from the public eyes and ears, understood?" He asked, but it was more of a statement.
"YES SIR!" They responded from their generals' stern orders as they proceed to move about to get the equipment needed to get this thing out of here.
With the headmaster meanwhile he looks back inside as to what had him shocked.
He expected possible two things, an object, an alien, but those answers won't be found stuck here in the tundra.
He looks up to see three Bullhead above him and the pod, attached to two of them from their sides are cranes that have a strong set of wire with a net, while the third Bullhead closes in with a gun attached to its bottom hull that shoots gravity Dust, the plan is to have the pod float while his men move the net underneath it, so that way the two carrier bullheads will bring it to the Providence.
But life tends to turn those plans sideways.
"General! We have Grimm incoming East of our position!"
James's head snapped at that direction, soon enough, he sees a horde heading their way.
"Orders sir!" One of the soldiers pleaded.
The general grits his teeth at the timing, but his semblance Mettle took over as he said one word.
"Fight."
(Unknown time and place: 1st POV)
[Stasis mode: On]
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[WARNING! Unknown Signatures Detected]
[Stasis Mode: Off]
[Systems Check: Green]
[Weapon Systems: On Standby]
[Flight Systems: Green]
[Combat Effectiveness: Green]
[Visual Systems: Optimal]
[Startup Sequence Initiated]
[Power-Core Charging At: 10%_20%_30%_40%_50%_60%_70%_80%_90%_100%]
[Startup Sequence Complete]
Slowly, and groggily, my body starts the process of waking up from its stasis.
'What is happening outside? Whatever it is must be the reason my systems are activating.' I thought to myself in curiosity, even though my body was asleep, my mind is never at rest.
How that even works is because my kind is not meant to dream, let alone sleep, in fact, if anything, it is something that is considered taboo amongst us.
Before I go further, let's to for introductions. My name is Matilda Dornez, a twenty-eight-year-old American woman living in Texas, a height of 5'6, brown hair reaching mid back while in a ponytail, hazel eyes, an introverted personality that borders on reclusive, and a participant for mixed martial arts classes in a span of five years and counting, while having golf maintenance as a job. And let's not forget my hobbies for my pastimes, the top of that which happens to be video games, anime and manga.
Hey, some people tend to say I should get a hobby, so I did, not my problem if they turned out to have a hidden distaste for it, and its most definitely not my problem that they weren't careful what they wish for, the classic monkey's paw and all that. And I have been in love with anime since the early 2000's, as it is my haven and means of escape from reality for a time.
And I have not regretted it to this very day.
But things have gone awry when during my walk home at night, I was stabbed by someone, I couldn't make them out because they rammed the knife in the back where my heart is, people who were walking, going on with their lives saw it, and screamed in horror as I dropped to the ground with a loud splat of blood, shame I didn't do the same because my breath was practically driven out of my body, the backstabbing asshole, or bitch depending on the gender, then stole my purse and ran away immediately after, that was the last thing I saw before my vision went black and my heart did its last beat.
And so, ends the life of one that got murdered without warning, in the night of February 6th, 2021.
So, you have to use your imagination quite a bit, of the shock I felt when I regained consciousness the next moment, a flash of white invading my vision, then blackness again. Only for a few seconds to have a green box appear in an enlarged manner, a system diagnostic filled with nothing but random numbers, calibrations as well as sub routines while a loading bar slowly reaches completion.
Then knowledge and data not my own begins to be installed in my brain and what I learned is something that shocks me.
Angeloids, a race of angel-like beings that may appear fragile on the outside, but they are beings of incredible power that are specified of many class variations, be they from generation 1 or generation 2 that can all range from warriors, medics, technicians and strategists. They share the common trait of hybrid machines, in the manner of biological engineering made possible by a partnership between two individuals that made us.
The information and pictures snapped the pieces together as to what I have just undergone.
Reincarnation.
The mere idea is ludicrous to my ears as I have watched and read in how people in both anime and fanfiction get murdered, transported and reborn into a different universe.
The concept may have its appeal, but I am much too realistic to believe in such a thing, I am in the belief that once your time is set, it's the only life you get. A second chance at life is, to my eyes, a false hope.
'Only to have those beliefs to be crushed and burned and then tossed to the side.' I though in remembrance at that day.
But to make it more insane is that I am now reincarnated as an Angeloid myself, a name from an anime series I knew very well.
Sora no Otoshimoto, or Heavens Lost Property in English.
The two people I mentioned are named Daedalus and Minos that are known to run a system what is called as the Synapse.
How they accomplished it is a question that I don't have the answer to, since it remains unknown.
After my activation, I was immediately put to service that will span over 7,000 years.
Throughout my tenure, me and some of my Angeloid sisters made names for ourselves, the most notable of Angeloids of the first generation were Ikaros, Nymph, Astraea and Zeta, to the unknown generation being Oregano.
Ikaros was called the Uranus Queen, her prowess in battle is extremely high, she was considered the ace in the hole type of Angeloid.
Astraea was someone who surpassed even Ikaros as far as combat abilities are concerned, but outside of that though? She is a blithering idiot, a klutz that trips over her own two feet, and with an I.Q. of a kindergartener.
Nymph is the opposite, while not combat oriented like the other two, but she more than makes up for it in intellect. Computer hacking and strategies are her strong points.
Zeta though is something else, the power to control time and weather is not something anyone wish to trifle with.
But me?
I am in fact the very first Angeloid ever created, I am designated as Sigma, one that all Generations were derived from. Meaning I am a forerunner that stands at the pinnacle of all my Angeloid sisters, and the populace of Synapse know it, they steer clear of me in both respect and fear. Even Minos himself is wise enough not to take me lightly.
Four large mechanical wings that are white as snow connected in two rotatable bars each, wearing a white dress reaching all the way to the ankles, white and blue armor shoes reaching up to my mid thighs, blue spikey armor around the hips with a white spike at the bottom front while the top being black.
Following along with that is a breast plate armor of blue, red and white, at the center of her breast plate is a green glowing orb, her hands adorned with white, skintight gloves while her arms are encased in blue gauntlets with a small green orb at the front with red little wing each side attached to the middle of the arms, trailing up are the triple pointed pauldrons with the upper one being blue with a gold lined at the edges.
To finish the description, I have thigh length, golden blonde hair that looked like it was kissed by the sun, with blue antennae or fins where my ears are supposed to be, and are pointing at the back of my head, and eyes green as emeralds.
In case anyone didn't catch on yet, I am pretty much what I'd would look like if the Wing Zero Gundam from Endless Waltz has been turned into a human woman.
Because of that, I have been called the Cherubim of War. A dreadful moniker, but not without reason, and none of them are good.
Civil wars. Two World Wars. Revolutions. Rebellions. Massacres. Coup D'état's. Assassinations. Invasions. Genocide. The Hundred Years' War. Battle for Wallachia. Warring States Period. The Trojan War. War in the middle East. Battle of Thermopylae. Hungarian wars. The Mongolian Conquest. The Crusades. The Fall of Babylon.
I am responsible for starting and ending all matters of strife and conflicts, be they great or small that are recorded in the halls of history.
Yet even with all my power intact. My programing has been changed, no, rather it was tampered with, a change that reduced me into nothing more than a pet-class Angeloid. The proof is the small metal collar around my neck with a broken link I now have.
To twist the knife even further deeper, my freedom has been taken from me by the very person I once called mother.
Now, why is it that I have done these atrocious deeds when I wasn't a pet-class Angeloid back then? It's because I must participate in these conflicts like a good little pet, while performing acts and deeds both great and small, good and bad, sinful and virtuous, doing these things to build a foundation for myself under his very nose.
In other words; deception.
And this what both enrages and terrifies Minos above all else when he learned of my true plans and schemes, instead of a mindless drone who obeys orders to the letter not knowing the fact that I was playing him for a fool long enough to overthrow him, I was human first, Angeloid second, meaning I had my free will and independence from my first life deeply ingrained into my very core, my soul fused together into what I am now.
An Angeloid with the mindset of a human? Ludicrous Minos would've no doubt said, well jokes on him, I am the exception, and spiteful towards narcissistic control freaks like him.
And here I am, put in a prison against my will. The one consolation I have is that it is far beyond the reach of the likes of Minos. A high and mighty, holier-than-thou, pompous bastard that I hated more than anyone or anything in the entire universe.
That smug prick face of his that he constantly wore doesn't do him any favors either, not a day goes by when I had the extreme urge to blast it to kingdom come whenever I was bowing before him, and I came close to doing it too from all the mockery, all the abuse, and all the slander I had to go through, it was more than I can bear, and when the final preparations were set?
BOOM! Daedalus decided to stop me.
I sighed sullenly, no use getting angry over something that has probably been like…I don't know a century, two tops. But having my 'mother' placing me here by having my systems to be used against me still stings.
(Flashback: Unknown Centuries ago)
"Why?" I asked her calmly, but betrayal in my voice can be heard as I am trapped inside an open pod, my arms and legs strapped and my four large snow-white mechanical wings locked down, my top wings are folded in front of me with my head being the only thing visible while the bottom ones are folded behind my back.
Right in front of me is a woman with long blue hair, her eyes covered in shadows by her bangs, a white dress while sitting on a circular hoverboard with little wings on bottom side of it
"Because my dear child, you've gone too far. You cut a swath of death and destruction towards mankind." Daedalus replied sternly, sitting on her hoverboard.
"You think I enjoy it!?" Daedalus reeled back; her wings retracted, conveying shock as this is the first time that I ever yelled at her.
Considering what she plans on doing with me, there is no need to hold back on this any longer.
I took this chance to continue. "It's undeniable that I have kick started wars throughout the world, and acted like I enjoyed it, but it's all just only that, an ACT! What part of that do you fail to understand so spectacularly? Nowhere in all my existence, do I delight in the horrors that has been wrought upon, that's why I end them as well, because I know when enough is enough as the atrocities are more than I can stomach. Not a day goes by where I haven't shed tears of blood over the needless deaths. My hands are forever stained in the blood of over three billion human lives, both guilty and innocent alike and counting. Minos, however? He gets off on it like the sick in the head bastard he truly is!"
Daedalus shook out of her reverie and rebukes. "Maybe so, but what about the deaths of your sisters, why did they have to die?"
"Ask your former science partner. I was not born yesterday, what he did to mankind through me are not the only sins he committed. I have seen him abuse my sisters of all generations in many reprehensible ways, none were spared from his madness, and he even went so far as to rape them. RAPE THEM!" I roared out through the glass, even with my power siphoned off, the pod starts to shake from my sheer rage as the system alarms were blaring red. Hell, the entire room practically going through an earthquake speaks well of my physical strength.
If only I could see her eyes through her hair, but she bits her lips, fully aware of the despicable actions of that man.
"There are fates worse than death Daedalus, me killing some of my sisters was out of love and mercy, I know full well their lives ahead of them will be nothing pain and suffering." I took a breath as I glared at her, trying to bore a hole through her skull.
"And yet you sit there on that little hovercraft of yours, lecturing me what is right and wrong when you should use that self-righteous talk to that rat sucking son of a bitch who has and had not only ordered me to set up thousands of years' worth of bloodshed in all of human history, but tormented my beloved sisters while I was on Earth, but when I got back and to found out of his reprehensible actions towards my siblings? What choice do I have other than overwrite my protocols for the sake of my sister's well-being? More to the point as to why do you even defend him?" I questioned stared hard at my one-time mother in the eyes behind her hair.
"I am not defending him for his despicable deeds." She rebutted sternly.
"And yet here we are at the crux of the matter, with my imprisonment." I countered back. I emphasize my point by moving the restraints on my arms and legs.
"Weak not just in body, but weak of will, incapable to do anything against the same jackass who has never so much as wielded a blade outside of kitchen utensils." I said with scorn in my voice.
Daedalus was silent for a moment or two before she sighs morosely while she begins to type on the computer next to my prison.
"You have every right to despise me for what I am doing, but at the end, I have to keep you away from Minos' clutches, I won't take chances of him finding a way to make you his servant, you managing to sever the connection speaks volumes of how powerful you truly are, and for him to let you go is a pipe dream at best, the least I can do is put you to a place I have in mind, somewhere no one is likely to find you."
Pushing the last button, I begin to feel my systems shutting down, despite my resistance to the contrary.
"Goodbye Sigma, for whatever it is worth, I am sorry. As a mother, I always will love you, and you will always belong in my heart, and I hope that the Synapse will recall you as a distant memory that they wish to forget, it's the only chance you have."
I stared deathly and coldly at her and responded.
"You were never considered my mother in my eyes."
A pained noise erupted from her throat as the hurt and devastated expression of my mother's face from my words was the final thing I saw as my vision was slowly becoming blocked by my wings. with all my willpower, I made one last bone chilling promise to her with hatred and defiance.
"And I will…never be a memory."
And soon after, my whole world turned black.
(Flashback: End)
I may now be changed forever as a pet class Angeloid, but the solace is that I get to choose of who I imprint myself unto, and it ain't going to be that son of a bitch.
Now that my systems are back now and running, all I need is to find a way on how to get out of my prisoned form.
And perhaps pay back the ones who woke me up and freeing me from said prison, with death or genuine gratitude, depending on the intent of the individual of course.
Either way, I yearn to spread my wings to the skies once again.
(Back Outside: 3rd POV)
Gunfire rages throughout the area of the crash-landing site.
James was firing at the Grimm coming his way, his soldiers are scattered doing their part to cut down the numbers of their foes, the Ace Op doing better than most, the casualties are slowly but gradually rising.
The three ships wasted no time to shoot the sky-based Grimm from the air, many of the dropships and Manta's are providing air support and shooting as much as they can.
But its not enough as they just keep coming, not only that, but the number of Grimm are also rising, more and more just keep popping up.
Things are not going well. The creatures of Grimm are coming faster than they can kill them, and the numbers are only growing bigger at the rate things are going.
How could one simple retrieval mission could go up in smoke like this!?
Wait, remembering the very thing in question, he turns to see something is off, the pillar is shifting and moving, red flags rising in his head as some of the Grimm that made passed them tried to reach it.
'Shit!' He screamed in his head.
BOOM!
Before he could do or say anything, the pillar caused a huge burst of smoke with enough force to push the monsters back, much to everyone's surprise as the fighting stopped together while the battle outside the crater continues.
Then out of the smoke the pillar emerges without the green pod attached to it anymore as it floats slightly off the ground.
Then the bottom pieces fell off from it and turned to particles immediately after, it soon touches the ground while the rest of it moves, slowly revealed itself to what it truly is.
Wings.
Four large mechanical wings that are white as snow, it left him amaze, but the owner of those four appendages will leave him dumbstruck. He expected an Alien or a monster of some kind, like one of those corny films he sees his soldiers watch during their downtime, but any notions of a hideous beast or alien are tossed to the side to what his eyes see.
Standing is a woman in her mid-twenties or perhaps early thirties if his judgement is right, wearing a white dress covering white and blue armor shoes down to the ankles, blue spikey armor around the hips with a white spike at the bottom front while the top being black.
Following along with that is a breast plate of blue, red and white, at the center of her breast plate is a green glowing orb, her hands adorned with white, skintight gloves while her arms are encased in blue gauntlets with a small green orb at the front with red little wing each side attached to the middle of the arms, trailing up are the triple pointed pauldrons with the upper one being blue with a gold lined at the edges.
She has thigh length, golden blonde hair that looked like it was kissed by the sun flowing through the wind, with blue antennae or fins that her ears are supposed to be, is pointing at the back of her head, and her eyes are green as emeralds.
But what's more odd is the metal collar around her neck with a dangling half link.
All in all, she makes an imposing figure, he snaps out of it as he sees her move her head towards him, her eyes narrow with scrutiny.
It was gone as fast as it came when she moves to the dark creatures, and flew to the edge of the crater, much to his shock, realizing that there are not just for show, but for use.
(1st POV: Sigma)
I am placed in bewilderment as I stand outside the crater I emerged from, any chance of savoring of spreading my wings once again is tarnished by this entire thing unfolding. To think I ended in a world that isn't Earth, the first hint being the man I laid eyes on, General James Ironwood.
It's just one world to another with me, isn't it?
'Daedalus said she will put me in a place where no one could find me, is this what she meant? Or maybe it's some cosmic accident that she didn't plan for, whatever the case I'll have to give it to you Daedalus, you have truly outdone yourself this time, directly or otherwise.' I sent a grudging compliment to my not-so mother.
Just this once.
For the RWBY series, I have watched it from 1 to 9 of the total volumes, it may have strayed from whatever plot good old Monty wished for, but I am a fan of his work from Haloid, Dead Fantasy, animation for RVB to RWBY.
To think my faith and devotion for the dude's series would grant me knowledge of things to come when dealing with Salem and her little ragtag band of mentally challenged misfits.
Speaking of knowledge, what part of the timeline have I woke up in anyway?
Shaking my head, I'll get those questions later, right now I need to get my head back in the game. I scan the whole area filled with gunfire, screams of orders and casualties being heard through my hearing receptors.
Grim of various species, from Megoliaths, Sabers, Sphinx', Manticores, Cenitaurs, Centinels, Ursai, Teryx and Boarbatusks.
A shit fest of a disaster overall.
Well, I guess I'll just thin their numbers and get this over with.
"Target confirmed. Commence operation." I stated monotonously as I reach underneath the hidden compartments underneath my pauldrons to pull out grey handles, with the push of the buttons, green energy blades emerged from the tips.
With a burst of blue from my back, I flew hundred meters to the sky, then with another blue burst, I descend to the ground-based Grimm and slice the monsters through their bones like the hottest knife through butter, body parts flying all over the place as their blood sprays in all directions, a cyclone I have inadvertently made behind me, even the Megoliaths aren't safe from me cutting a swath.
All the while, I ignore the shocked and astonished look's I have been receiving from the soldiers I am aiding, some came close to dying if I hadn't intervened at the last minute.
I sensed a Saber about to pounce from behind me, but I use my right foot to collide it with its snout, the bone breaks upon the hit, snapping its neck as it's vanishing body slides by me, a Boarbatusk spins at my left, I turn off my right beam saber, and ram my fist towards, the result was immediate as it turned to nothing but black smoke that wisped passed me.
Turning the blade back on, a Cenitaur crawls out of the ground in front of me, screeching at me right in my face, blowing my hair and clothes.
I just blinked casually, completely unaffected at the attempt of intimidation.
Seeing it ain't working, it tried to spit at me, but I sidestepped and in a blink of an eye, it lost its head from a swing of my left blade, it tumbled down along with the body and starts to disintegrate after.
Turning to see a horde of various species, I dash with the tips of my shoes close to the ground, leaving a trail of snow erupting in my wake.
A manticore jumps at me, I retaliate by stabbing it in the bottom jaw, slice it open upwards, then kick it back to the horde that was staying put, the kick was far since they are practically close to be a kilometer away from me.
Don't take the strength of Angeloids lightly.
I notice the Grimm are watching me, studying me, and I soon begin to realize that some of those Grimm must have lived long enough to form intelligence or wisdom to command the younger to observe me.
An Ursa charges at me next, swipes at me when it got close enough, only to lose from limb courtesy of my other beam saber, making it howl in pain that was silenced with its head turning 360 degrees from my roundhouse kick, it falls with a thud and was already disintegrating into black smoke.
Next comes a Saber, its jaws wide open, in slow motion, I turn my blades off, put them in my pauldrons, and then spread my hands forward.
THUD!
The beast halts completely as I grabbed it by the large set of front teeth, while the monster roars at me with spit flying out, it tries to get at me with its paws, but I retaliate by pushing its head down, making it squirm instead, and I lift it in the air.
BAM!
Then twist my body to slam it to the ground on its back, causing cracks to appear and it to become disorient, taking this moment of distraction as it was, I let go and grab the upper and lower jaw, and with little effort.
SNAP!
The beast goes limp as I rip its lower jaw completely, black blood snaps into the air from the extreme amount of pulling strength put into it.
Letting go the lower jaw but keeping a grip with the upper one, I twist my body a little and casually toss it to the side as it rolls a couple of times before stopping with a slide, it begins the vanishing process.
I fold my fingers together and push downwards to crack them, then I let go and did the same with my neck, I sighed in satisfaction, then I turn to the rest of the horde that is five thousand strong, the ones for the air have long since either died off or retreated, the latter being the more experienced Grimm.
Deciding that I had enough to get reacquainted with my combat prowess to rid the rust from who knows how long I slept, I spread my wings and start to quickly fly up hundreds of feet in the air above the three Atlesian ships that are far away from me, I spread my right hand to my side.
And appearing out of nowhere is a massive, long double-barreled rifle of onyx color.
These are my trusty weapons; the twin buster rifles.
Pointing them at the horde with both hands when another handle flips out of its hidden compartment for the left rifle, I aligned the butt of the twins to my chest without touching it, my wings spread outward, my legs forward paralleled to the rifles, my vision turns green as a target system appears, zooming at the horde, particles gathering at the barrels until I decide to stop my charge when it reached at 24% on the bottom left of my scanner, these numbers will more than suffice, no need to get excessive above it.
"Flare into ash." I declared with absolute finality in my voice.
With a pull of the triggers.
VOOOOM!
A large yellow beam emerges, causing me to be pushed back a little, more than use to the force of the recoil, the shot lands in the middle of the horde, and immediate chain reaction, a massive dome of yellow erupts, the army of Grimm vanished in seconds.
(3rd POV: James Ironwood)
Silence.
That's all there is for James and his men inside the providence
James can't believe it, five thousand of various Grimm that inhabit Atlas, all gone, just like that, all from that one weapon responsible for that large dome.
"Sir, what the hell did we just see?"
The leader of the Ace Op asked with wide eyes and jaw wide open, his outfit was ruffled from the skirmish at the crater, the same with the rest of his team, no worse for wear, but their minds are rebooting, trying to comprehend to what they just witnessed.
He can't blame them because he was asking the same thing himself.
When all the air-based creatures of darkness were dealt with, they move their focus the ones on the ground, to provide support for his men there.
However, the unknown winged woman had seemed to be a step ahead of them, he helped the men down there in slaying the monsters, with contemptuous ease in fact
But as a General of the Atlas military, he needs to lead his soldiers.
"Sir, the unknown contact has landed." The captain of the ship reported him.
The screen coming from one of the cameras to show that indeed, she has landed, not only that, but her weapon is also gone, and is now sitting down, her legs laying on the side with her hands on her lap with her eyes closed, her long skirt dancing with the soft winds as her wings are folded closely on her back, a picture of perfect serenity as if she didn't just decimated an army of Grimm by herself.
No one is fooled by her peaceful demeanor for one second while the men on the ground were pointing their weapons at her when they reached her, not too close, but not too far either, their anxious, but not to the point where more Grimm would show up.
One firefight with thousands of them was more than enough for one day, thank you very much.
"General, what do we do?" Hare asked in concern.
James didn't need to consider.
"I am heading out to see her personally, Clover, you and the rest of the Ace Ops are coming with me as escorts, along with several soldiers, everyone else stay in position, and I want all your weapon ready, and tell those men that, do NOT, under any circumstances, shoot her, do so only if and when things turned sideways." He issued his orders.
"Yes General!" They all sound off with a salute as everyone then went to work to relay the commands.
With that said, his departure is followed by the Ace Op and some soldiers.
They need answers from this anomaly, and hope against all hope that she is more reasonable than she looks.
(3rd POV: Sigma)
While the soldiers were pointing their rifles at her, Sigma remains unperturbed, she remains silent, not talking to anyone, completely calm and tranquil. Much to the disturbing feeling of the men.
Winds pick up as two Mantas and one dropship soon arrived and land on the ground, the doors and hatches open as soldiers move out and point more of their weapons at her, who then now stands back up.
Next comes the General himself, following behind him are the Ace Op, their personal weapons armed and at the ready.
When James got close to six feet in front of her, the four-winged woman at last opens her eyes.
"Greetings, General. At last, we have the chance to meet, if only it were in better circumstances."
Many jumped from the voice of the woman, not speaking until now caught them by surprise.
Though they will admit, silently to themselves that is, that it is the most beautiful voice they ever heard, clear as any bell in their ears.
James composes himself quickly, he then narrows his eyes sternly at her as he gets even more closer until he stands before her. "Indeed, but forgive me for being blunt, but who or what are you?"
'Blunt indeed.' Sigma thought to herself in appreciation of him cutting straight to the point. And who is she to beat around the bush?
"My name Sigma, and as to what I am?"
[Beginning Imprint Protocols]
The link begins to grow into a chain towards the General without warning, specifically towards his left arm, which then proceeds to wrap around his hand in a cross shape.
The General was surprised by this. "What is the meaning of this!?" He demanded angrily, but any anger he had disappears entirely from what he see's next, followed by everyone at what happens next.
The now revealed Sigma kneels on one leg before him with her head down as if she was in the presence of royalty, her right arm placed on said leg with her other arm formed into a fist, her knuckles touching the ground.
"I am a Pet-Class Angeloid, from this day forth. I live to fulfil your every wish, your every desire, now and forever, my Master." She looks back up to him with subservience and obedience that can't be false.
Everyone's minds shut down from that declaration as their jaws drop.
The General, for once in his life, has no idea what to do or say to that as his left eyelid twitches.
(To be Continued)
I sincerely hope you all have enjoyed this new story of mine, reviews are the path to improvement, if there are flaws that have caught your eyes, any plot holes I unknowingly created on myself, any bits and pieces of the lore for theSora No Otoshimoto anime series that are incorrect, anything that feels rushed or forced, just say it, criticisms are welcome here, but no hating or flaming, those will be ignored entirely if they don't have anything worthwhile to say.
Whatever the situation, I am going to leave with a preview for you all, something to look forward too.
(Preview)
"What do you wish of me, Master?" Sigma asked.
The Generals face twitched, but other than that, he gave nothing else away. "I wish to know more about your race, Angeloids was it?
"How much do you want to know?"
"Everything."
"Huff, huff, huff, this is ridiculous!" Exclaimed one annoyed, but out of breath Hare.
The rest of the Ace Ops were no better, they are moaning and groaning on the ground.
"Did I grant you permission to bitch!?" Sigma shouts in a drill instructor fashion.
"Sigma, with all due respect, can we have rest for just a little bit?" Asked a prone and tired Clover.
The Angeloid pauses for a moment. "Rest? Hmm…" She taps her chin in a faux contemplative matter while staring into the ceiling before looking back at them. "The Grimm will not rest, until you are all dead!" She rebukes.
They all groan in dismay at that.
"What did I do to earn your anger?" Sigma asked in a monotone.
"You have committed the worst evil!" The person standing before her shouts.
The Angeloids face turns into a deadpan. "Do you have the slightest idea how little that narrows it down?" She asked with a tone that she is just totally done with this.
"Don't bother lying, because I will know if you do." The woman stated while holding Sigma's hand.
Sigma in question with her wing's invisible raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure? I am a pretty good liar." She coughs in her unoccupied fist and the begins.
"I am a seven-thousand year old wish-fulfilment cliche that died from being stabbed in the back by a bastard who stole my purse in the night, only to be reincarnated as an overpowered as all hell android, transported in two worlds, kick started and ended wars, and I like you a lot to the point that I wish I could just change my gender, bend you over the desk, and then proceed to make you call me 'daddy' repeatedly whenever I move back and forth my hips smacking yours." She finished with the straightest face ever.
Silence permeates the whole room as everyone's jaws drop in sheer disbelief as blushes spread throughout their faces from the last one.
But none more so than the one who is holding the Angeloids hand, her entire face is burning bright with her eyes wide and her jaw lowered to the floor, and when she looks at her hand, much to her horror, nothing has changed.
Meaning…
"Damn, if that's a lie? Call me convinced." Someone said.
(End of Preview)
Hope you enjoyed the preview! Wrath of Vajra signing off!