Oh boy. I'm sorry for the wait, but I had a good reason. You see, this was done on time, but I decided to get a Beta reader. Now, without a further ado, I present the first chapter in my new story: UNFORTUNATE SONS(coming to theaters soon)

Oh my childhood. It's such a nostalgic time for me. What I would give to never have to remember parts of it. What more I would give to go back and relive those better parts. Oh well, the past is unchanging, no matter how hard we wish it wasn't. Come come, take a sit, get comfy. Because papa Rexus has got a good tale to share with ya. And it starts with my birth.

If you've ever been around members of the military long enough, you've heard the expression, "No matter what she says, the stripper does not love you." Turns out that my da found the one stripper that actually meant it. Yep, a big hotshot Major in Atlas and a stripper, twas truly a match made in hell. But she wasn't kidding when she said she loved him. So, after a few years my da retired and became a all around handyman for a little town west of the Capital of Atlas. As well as that, he made a two story homestead close to that town. With everything looking perfect and to his dreams, he called my ma out from the capital. And in that little homestead they stayed for two years.

But, as you know, when two people love each other very much, tragedy strikes. My ma got pregnant with little old me. People told me that they were the happiest couple in the whole nation. They said that my ma glowed and my da puffed his chest out in pride. And as the day drew nearer, neither my ma or da worried. It was perfect.

Ma passed shortly after giving birth to me. Da didn't even get the chance to say goodbye to her. That broke him. He quickly went from being the happiest husband in the nation, to being the saddest widowed father in the whole of Remnant. I've been told that on the way back from the hospital he stopped at the local booze store and bought out their entire stock of whiskey.

The drink had a mean hold on him. And soon after that, debt took an even meaner hold on him. As I grew up, the house he labored to build fell apart. Bottles were stacked high near the chair he sat in all day. The roof started to come apart, the floorboards peeled up. Hell, even the rats were abandoning ship. I never spent much time in the house. I was always staying around town with any group of kids that would have me. But it never was because they liked me. At first I thought they did, but as I grew up I realize it was because their parents felt bad. But that really doesn't matter, you wanna know more about the exciting portions, don't ya? Well then, let me tell ya about "the Don."

As I said, my da racked up quite the debt with his boozing. So one day, a gang came to our house. The were fed up with da not paying his protection money. I was in my room playing with a... toy knife I think. So when they knocked, I ran downstairs and answered the door. I remember opening up the door to a whole squad of em. The man who had actually knocked was a 20 or something guy. And he was certainly confused. He probably expected my da to be at the door, so he had the classic mobster intimidation face. Brown eyes, no facial hair, no wrinkles... You know, his looks probably weren't what was intimidating about him. It might've been the bat in his hands. Anyway, I digress, that guy didn't expect a kid that came up to his stomach to answer a drunkards door. So whatever he was gonna say came out as, "So you think... Whaaa?" I remember that he just kinda stood there and stared. I stared back while clutching that toy knife to my chest. You know they way kids clutch things to their chest. It's so cute that I could-, huh, continue? Hey don't you panties in a twist I'm going.

Anyway, that guy stood dumfounded for awhile until a older guy pushed him out of the way. He was about 40ish. Blue eyes, greasy black hair, strong chin, some forehead wrinkles, no facial hair, one scar across his left cheek, average build, 6 feet tall, Black and white suit, dress shoes. All he was missing was a cigar, tommy gun, and that classic accent. He pushed the kid aside and said to me in, "Hey son, where's your dad?" You know the way that people who call kids they don't know "Son?" He sounded just like that. And not the southern version, I'm talking the old guy way. So needless to say, I completely trusted him instantly. I beamed up at him and pointed behind me into the living room.

"Dada s'n the TV room, but he's asleep."

He smiled back at me, "Can you take us to him?" He gestured to his little squad.

"Yea!" I said. And then we walked a few steps into the living room. Sure as I said, there he lay, my Da. I haven't said what he looked like, have I? Laying asleep in his reclining chair, you could see his blonde messy hair from the back. As the old gangster and I walked over the many empty bottles littering the ground to get to the front of him, we saw everything else. He had green eyes, a strong jawline, a claw scar on the left side of his face that he had apparently gotten from a Beowolf. He was unshaven, wearing his dirty Atlas fatigues and worn out boots. He was a flabby 5'11 man. In other words, the classic drunken Vet.

I remember the gangster walking up to him and poking him in the cheek a few times. One of his friends went to say something, but he held out his hand to stop him. "We clearly won't be able to wake him up. Find something that we can 'borrow' until he pays up. And no electronics this time, get something he can't just buy again." The gangsters split off into groups and went off to search the house. That left me, the older gangster, and my sleeping Da.

Other kids might've been scared, hell, I should have been scared, but I wasn't. I walked right up to the man and tugged at his his sleeve. "Mista?"

"Yeah kid?" He softly asked.

I looked up at him with a small, unsure smile. "Do you wanna see my room?"

He smiled, kneeled down to my level, and placed his hand on my shoulder. "Sure kid."

I jumped up in joy and sprinted to the bottom of the stairs. "Over here mista!" I bounced up and down as I waited for him, to get to me. As soon as he made it to me I raced up the stairs. The other gangsters had no idea what to do with me, so they just kinda let me pass. I didn't wait for the man to get up the stairs. I just ran to my room. My door was open, and there was a gangster poking around it. "It's always the drunks house that we gotta search man. I wish we could search a bikini model's house for once." He grumbled.

I walked into the room and spoke. "Do you wanna see my room too, mista?" He wheeled around in surprise and swung his bat. Yeah, of the whole group, the one in my room was the new guy with the bat. What are the odds of that? Needless to say, I ducked it.

I must've thought we were play fighting, cause little idiot me charged him with the toy knife in my hands. "I'm gonna get you!" I yelled. He had time to get in another swing. He missed that too. I got close, poked him in the leg with the toy, then backed up out of bat range. After a few more failed swings and consequent pokes, the gangster got tired of the little game and stepped forward.

I remember hearing the older man get to my door, turning to greet him, and then suddenly being on the ground a few feet away from were I was with a burning in my left cheek. That bat wielding gangster had just delivered unto me the mother of all backhands. The older man screamed at the younger, and the younger tried to defend himself from the older. I couldn't hear that though. I was on the ground trying to decide what the best course of action was. I'll tell you now, that was the most painful thing I had ever experienced, and it still is. Not even Atlas special forces training could compare with THAT. Anyway, I was laying in the same spot, the gangsters were still in a screaming match. But now they had an audience. Every gangster in the house had ran to help, but now stood and watched as the lead guy chewed out the new guy.

After a few minutes the leader grabbed the new guy by the ear and tossed him out of the room. He then screamed at them, and I quote, "Get back to work before I shove that bat so far up your ass you'll be coughing up homeruns!" Bad. Ass.

Well, back then I didn't think it was badass. After all, I was still trying to figure out which way was up. The group dispersed, and the gangster ran over to me. "Are you ok son?" He asked with a worried look.

"My head hurts mista." I tried to get up.

"I know, I know. Be slow now." He helped me onto my knees. "You can't just attack people kid.

"I didn't mean to hurt him. I thought we were playing. But...then...he-" My body had apparently decided that the best thing to do was to start crying. And so I did.

The man kneeled and hugged me close. "Don't cry. Please don't cry." But I didn't stop. Not until he did something I will always remember. He broke away from me and went to grab something across the room. When he returned, he grabbed my hand and placed something in it. "Hey, kid." I looked down at my hands through teary eyes. There was my toy. I didn't even know I had let go of it. The man placed a hand on my shoulder. "Well kid, you wanna show me your room." He said somewhat awkwardly. I looked up at him in confusion. Before then I had been showed kindness, yeah, but that was the first time I really ever appreciated it.

I wiped the tears from my eyes and stood. "Yeah. Yeah!"

The old gangster sat down on my bed, " Well then, show me."

The next few minutes consisted of me running around the room bringing things back to the gangster to show him.

After a bit, another gangster showed up in the doorway, "Sir."

"Yeah?"

"We can't find anything worth taking."

I had stopped darting around and watched the exchange with interest. "Bullshit," said the older gangster, "Check again."

"We've already turned the house upside down three times Sir."

The older gangster pinched the bridge of his nose. "Then do it a forth time. There must be something here."

"Mista?" I tugged on the older man's sleeve.

"Yeah kid?"

"I only got one more thing." I bent down and pulled a slim box out from under my bed. The gangster stood up and watched over my shoulder as I placed it down on the bed and flicked the lock open. Inside it was my three most prized possessions. Two identical Sawblade Sword Bayonets, and a single Wasp Knife.

The bayonets had black blades and grips. A single red line ran along the side of them. The grips looked black, but upon further inspection, they were a dark red. The guard jutted straight out over where you'd place your knuckles. One side of it held the the attachment point for a rifle, and the other looked like it was a breach for loading ammo.

The Wasp knife was all black with one exception. The very tip a was a dark red.

I picked up one of the Bayonets. "My dada says that these were my momma's hair looms and that they will be mine when I get older. I'm not supposed to touch them until then."

"Heirlooms huh? Bet we could take those Sir." Said the gangster still in the door.

The older gangster brought a hand to his chin and thought. I was infatuated with the blades, however, and paid him no attention. I mean, come on. who wouldn't be. They were, are, cool as hell.

The older gangster shook his head. "Get everyone loaded into the cars." He squatted down to my level. "What's your name kid?"

I placed the knife back in the box, "Rexus mista."

"How would you like to come with me? I'll teach you how to use those knives."

I looked at the floor and considered his offer. Learn to use those knives like the storybook heros? I was sold...well, almost sold.

"Can you teach me something else Mista?"

"Sure kid, whatcha wanna know?"

"Well mista, I've never been to school before, so-."

He laughed. "Of course kid. You gotta be smart to use those knives, so we gotta teach you. So what do ya say?"

A large smile formed on my face. "I wanna come with you!"

"Good good," He messed up my hair. "Now pack your bags and grab those knives. You got your whole life ahead of you!"

"Yay!" I ran to my closet, grabbed a small back pack, and started shoving as much as I could into it. After awhile I had grabbed all that I could. Walking to the door and the waiting gangster, I asked a single question. "What's your name mista?"

He smiled at me, "Joey."

And that was the day I met my closest friend.

Pretty soon I found myself in The Don's very own office and sitting at his very desk. It quickly became clear that the plan was not for Joey to bring back the son of a drunkard, but just because it wasn't the plan didn't matter. What had happened had happened. Though Joey probably regretted his actions heavily as he sat there being chewed out by the Don. "Joey why'd you bring a kid back."

"I-."

"Joey, why does he have a bruise Joey."

"Boss-."

"Joey! I gave you one job. 'Take something of value.'"

"We did Boss!"

"Not sentimental value you moron! We can't sell a kid!"

"But-."

"Joey, next time you wanna kidnap, please consult me first." the Don pinched the bridge of his nose.

"He came willingly!" Protested Joey.

"Oh, will you be the one to tell the police that?" Joey looked down, "I, just get out of here. I can't look at your face right now."

"Boss-."

"Out!" Screamed the don. Joey raised his hands in defeat and left the room. Now it was little old me face to face with the Don

He Shook his head and looked at me, "Well what are we going to do with you?"

"Joey said he would teach me how to use my knives and other school stuff." I offered sheepisly

"Did he now." He stood and walked to the back of the room. He pointed to a little coffee table next to him. "Come over and sit kid." I did. "You ever play chess kid?"

"No mista Don sir."

He placed a chess board and pieces in front of me and walked back to his desk. "Just Don kid." He grabbed half of the sandwich that was on his desk and walked back over. After giving it to me, he took his place at the other end off the coffee table. "Well, as your first lesson with us, I'll teach you chess." That was how my first day with the Gang called the "Family" ended. Eating a sandwich and getting my ass handed to me in chess by the Don himself.

I stayed with the Family from when I was 8 to when I was 15. During that time I was taught how to do math, read at a higher level than first grade, chess, and, most importantly, to fight. And fight I did. I shot through the ranks of the gang, and I eventually became the Don's left hand man, his right being my friend and mentor Joey. Joey taught me everything. From combat and marksmanship, to simple math and cooking. He kicked my ass, and then I kicked his. We were best friends. I had a pretty good relationship with the Don too, but less so. The reason why I wasn't closer to him was a case of differing tactics. The Don took things slow and diplomatically. I liked to stab things with my knives. Joey was the diplomatic one, so I never took his spot in the gang. But the spot I carved out for myself wasn't to bad. I was the muscle of the trio. So if the Don couldn't talk a business, bureaucrat, or a bitch into giving up the funds peacefully, they sent in Rexus and watched as the bank accounts got fat. But, lets say that trying to strongarm someone isn't profitable. What if, theoretically, it would be better if they had a all expenses paid trip to the bottom of the ocean on concrete shoes airlines. Well then, if that was the case, I would gladly do work of a more wet nature for a healthy price. I was a mercenary, and if you'd allow me to be a little ego, I was the best damn mercenary you ever saw. I was, am, so good that I caught the attention of the good general Ironwood himself. That meeting went a little bit like this.

So I was enjoying a chicken sandwich in a restaurant. You know, normal Tuesday afternoon stuff. When all of a sudden my scroll went off. "Oh great, what now? They want me to get milk while I'm out?" I grumbled. Turns out, it was a call right from the Don. "What did I do?" I asked myself worriedly. What could I have done wrong? Was I missing a meeting? I picked up the call.

I heard the Don through the line, "Rexus?"

"Whatever it is, I didn't do it."

He laughed, "Easy son, you're fine. You got a high value contract. The contractor even requested you by name. You've been making quite the impact."

"Why are you telling me this? Joey usually passes down the word."

"What can I say kid, this is a special occasion. That being said, Joey will be here."

"Hm," I thought for a moment, "You know the contractor?"

"You should come back and see for yourself, he's here. I'll see you in a bit."

"Wait I-." He hung up. "Goddammit Don, I ain't got no ride."

-x-

After a nice and sweaty run, I made it to the headquarters of the Family. A five story building. Something about the Don was that he was a perfectly legal businessman. You could call his more criminal activities a side job compared to his actual businesses. Anyways, five story building, went up, got to the office. I knocked once and entered. The Don sat at his desk. He, like always, was enjoying a sandwich. I haven't actually talked about the Don, have I. Man, I'm just not on point aren't I? Well there's no time like the present. The Don was a chubby guy. Not fat, but round. He had bone white hair and a single blue eye. His left eye had been slashed out years before, leaving a empty socket and a large scar. He, like everyone in the gang, wore a black and white suit. He had a face kinda like Ron Perlman. You know, the one from Heavenboy? Great movie. Anyway, we made eye contact and I sat down.

"Boss."

"Rexus."

I looked around. "So, where's everyone Don?"

"Ah Joey is taking them on a tour around the building."

"Them? I thought it was only one contractor?"

"There is one contractor, he just has a bodyguard."

"Oh, well he must be pretty special."

A voice I found vaguely familiar came from the doorway. "Indeed."

I turned around, and immediately jumped out of my seat. "What the hell!" There was James Ironwood and Winter Schnee.

"Calm down son." The Don Reassured. "He's not here to arrest you."

"Regrettably." Grumbled Winter under her breath.

You see, up until then I hadn't had the pleasure of meeting Winter. So when a random shmuck walked into my boss's office and insulted me, I couldn't let that slide. "Let me tell you something girly," I pointed at her, "If you value not being in absolute pain, you won't start anything with me."

She scowled at me, "Is that a fact thug?"

"Is your hair white."

"Well then, I hope you can back that up."

"I'll show you what I can do right now!" I went to draw my Wasp knife. She reacted by attempting to draw her sword.

"Rexus!" yelled the Don

"Specialist!" Yelled Ironwood

Both of us froze mid draw. My hand behind my back on the wasp, hers on her saber. The next few seconds were tense, both Winter and me were watching each others movements and ready to cut the others head off.

"Rexus." The Don stood up from his chair.

"Aye...Boss?" I said through gritted teeth.

"Stow that weapon and apologize." I didn't move. "Now Rexus."

I took a long breath and let out a equally long sigh, before I holstered the knife with a loud click.

Standing straight up, I brought my hand forward for a handshake. "My apologies Girly, you wanna kiss and make up?" I said with a forced smile and annoyed tone.

She went to ignore me, but Ironwood didn't let her. "You caused this, Specialist, the least you could do is apologize."

Her face went through a whole array of emotions before it settled on annoyance and a forced smile like me. "I apologize. I am also going to pass on the kiss." She shook my hand. We immediately stepped back and went to the sides of our respective bosses. I stood behind the desk with the Don, she stood next to Ironwood in front of the desk.

The Don and Ironwood sat down. "Now that that's over, we can get to business," Said Ironwood, "You're Rexus Gallant aren't you?"

"Aye Mr...?"

"Just call me Sir."

"Aye Sir." He nodded and pulled a folder from his jacket. He gently placed it on the desk.

"I knew your father, he was a good man. How is he lately?"

"Last time I saw him was a month ago, and he was passed out on the floor drunk. So he's normal."

Ironwood raised a eyebrow before sighing, "Still grieving your mother?"

"You have to be conscious for more than a few seconds to grieve Sir."

"Yes, I suppose. Anyway, you already know we have a job for you, correct?"

"Aye Sir."

He tapped the folder, "Here's the details." I picked it up and opened it.

While I was reading, James and the Don started to catch up.

"How's it been James?"

"Good enough, you?"

"Business is booming as always."

"Good, good. Any advancements on the Paladin project?"

"Well, we finally got the servos right, so now it can support more than just itself.

"Sir." I cut off Ironwood right as he opened his mouth.

"Yes Rexus?"

"If I'm reading this right," The Don took a big bite of his sandwich. "You want me to become a part of Atlas special forces?" The Don spit the bite into the trashcan next to the desk.

"WHAT! That wasn't the deal!" Yelled the Don.

"You're not reading it right. Read it out loud." Said Ironwood.

I cleared my throat, "'If you accept, you will be entered into the Atlas. General. Special. Forces. Course(A.G.S.F.). You will then be employed as a Mercenary working directly General Ironwoods command.' Oh, apologies, I didn't get to that part."

The Don sighed, "Jesus kid, we taught you to read for a reason. Don't scare me like that."

"So," Asked Ironwood, "What do you think?" I remember taking a while to think. I mean, I was signing myself into service for the foreseeable future. I would have to think hard about it. But that's when I saw Winters face. She was shocked, and was probably hoping I would refuse so she wouldn't have to deal with me. I just had to make one thing sure.

"Sir, will I have to respect the Atlas command structure?"

"Only while you're in training."

I remember looking straight at Winter and saying, "Sir, I would love to take you up on your offer." Her anger was palpable. Thus began my brief stint in the military, and my friendship/rivalry with Winter Schnee.

Juniors Club was always rather quiet and calm in the mornings. He would deal with four patrons at a time at most, so it was almost dead quiet. The only noise would be the voice of whoever was telling stories to him. But, as it had been for a week, the only thing that was being talked about was the giant mess that was his club. That and the shiner he got from that blonde bimbo. So, for once in his career, he was disgusted with the fact that he had chose to open at six in the morning.

He heard the club's door open. "Oh great, another customer. What will he want to know about first I wonder?" Junior mumbled under his breath. But as the guy came into view, he broke into a smile. Starting with his feet, junior noted his brown military style boots on, camo cargo pants, holsters on each thigh, a belt laden with knives of varying make, a flak jacket looking armored vest, no sleeves, a watch on his left hand and a knife holder strapped to each forearm. He had a knife in each of his boots, the thigh holsters held a handful of knives each, the belt held assorted single rifle type bullets and more knives, two long sword type weapons were sheathed on his hips, his vest was absolutely covered in ammo and had a single bowie knife on the left shoulder hilt towards the ground, and as you guessed, the forearm holders had a knife each. After taking all of that into account, Junior finally looked at his face. The man had white skin, was clean shaven, had a long scar running horizontally on his left cheek, a uninteresting nose, uninteresting lips, short brown hair, red eyes, and topped out at about 6'5.

Long story short, he was a friend. "Rexus! What are you doing here? Don't you have elementary school?" Junior said jokingly.

"Junior," He gave his pal a firm handshake, "Nah, I got time enough to drag my feet." He sat down on one of the barstools. "So how've you been? You finally caught Jack and turned his bones into bread you giant motherfucker?"

Junior laughed, "No, I wish that was all I've been doing. You want anything?"

Rexus looked past Junior and at his trashed club, "Water, I need to be sober for at least the first day of Beacon, Right?"

"Smart, unlike your Pa, how is he these days?" Junior poured Rexus a glass and slid it over to him.

"Better," He took a drink, "So...did Atlas invade the dance floor or what?"

Junior sighed, "I wish, at least we could send them the bill. No a blonde girl came in and trashed the place."

Rexus laughed, "A dumb blonde trashed your entire club? Was there a army of them or what?"

"No, just one. I don't know if she was a dumb blonde, but she could throw a mean right hook." Junior pointed at his left eye.

Rexus hunched over his in thought. One girl did all this? That was impressive. He had to meet her, and kick her ass. That would be fun. Maybe even the most fun he would ever have. Though it might be hard to beat the fun he had sparing against Winter. Okay, maybe not as fun as that. "Hello? Remnant to Rexus?" Junior waved his hand in front of Rexus's face, bringing him from his thoughts.

"Huh? What's up Junior?"

"Your really gonna make me repeat myself?"

"Hey don't blame me. You tried to talk to me when I was clearly spacing out."

Junior sighed in defeat, "I was asking if you could convince the Don to let me have some leeway on protection money while I patch up the club. Can't really make money with a broken dance floor."

Rex sat up and finished the glass of water. He pinched the bridge of his nose, "Sure, I'll try. What do you need, a month?"

"That'd be best."

"Okay, the Don's made of money, so I can do that." Rexus fished his scroll from a pocket on his vest, before quickly slipping it back in and pointing at his glass. "Vodka."

Junior bent down and got the bottle from under the counter, "I thought we were making good choices for your first day of school?"

"Have you ever tried to convince the Don of anything? It's a damn nightmare."

"Alright, your funeral." Junior took away the glass and poured Rexus a shot before sliding it back over the counter. Rexus didn't touch the glass. He instead pulled out his scroll and stared at the lock screen. "Thanks Rexus."

"Mhm, I better get some special rewards for this."

"Free entry for two months."

Rexus placed a hand on his chest in mock offence, "I thought I already had free entry for life, seeing as I'm your best friend."

Junior picked up a random glass and started to clean it. "What, did you also think you were king the king of Vale?"

"Pssh, I wish. I wouldn't ever have to work again."

Junior smiled, "That would be the day." Someone else entered the club. Rexus didn't pay attention though, he just stared at his glass. "Welcome, can I get you anything?"

A hand was placed on Rexus shoulder, "Whatever this young lad is having." He knew that voice.

"Joey?" Rexus looked up into his mentors face. "Joey!"

"How's it been kid?" Joey gave Rexus a pat on the back and sat down.

"Good, good, just been catching up with Junior."

Joey laughed, "Has he told you about the blonde yet?"

Junior groaned, "Don't remind me."

Rexus slid the Scroll back into it's pocket, "Sure did," He pointed at his left eye, "Even told me about the souvenir she left him."

Joey drank his shot of vodka, "That right?"

Rexus picked up his glass, and then sat it back down. "Yep. So did you come and try to find me, or is this just a coincidence?"

"I tried to find you."

"And the bar was the first place you checked?" Rexus said disappointedly while picking up his glass.

"Well...where else would you be when you have something to do in 20 minutes? Not across the entire city?"

Rexus once again put down his glass, "20 minutes? You got dementia old man? I definitely have more than 20 min-." A glance at his watch quickly shut him up. "Oh...It appears that I have made a horrible mistake. You got a car Joey?"

"I got something better. Come on." Joey got up and headed to the door. Rexus went to do the same, before stopping, turning, and throwing 100 lien on the table. "Thanks for the drink junior. Rexus then ran to catch up with Joey.

Junior called after his friend, "It only costed five!" But Rexus already left. Junior scoffed and picked up the money, "Dumb kid." He then noticed the full shot of the vodka still sitting on the counter. Junior picked it up and stared at it for a bit, before pouring it out. "Huh, smart kid."

"You got me a BIKE!" Rexus screamed in glee. He started jumping in place.

Joey let out a hearty laugh, "No, me and the Don did. We thought it was a fitting going away gift."

Rexus darted towards his mentor and put him in a bone breaking hug, "Oh thankyouthankyouthankyou!"

Joey managed to get out a single word before the air was squeezed from his lungs, "DOwn."

"Oh, sorry." Rex let go of his friend and scratched the back of his neck. "Can I get on it."

"Sure, sure." Joey weakly answered between wheezes.

Rexus fist shot into the air, "YES!" He then got onto his new vehicle. It was a Kawasaki W800 painted entirely black. The only color was the red knives painted blade down onto the gas tank. In other words, It was the best thing ever. "My god I love this."

Joey slapped Rexus shoulder, "We thought you would, after all, it goes with your machetes."

Rexus put up a finger, "Sawback sword bayonets, thank you."

"Whatever kid." Joey laughed.

Rexus touched the handlebars and caressed the fuel tank. He would make some noise with this. His happy thoughts were rudely interrupted by a single thought. He was going to school, what would he do with his new baby? "Where will I keep it, Joey?"

"Doesn't Beacon have a parking lot?"

Rexus stared at him with a unamused face, "Yeah but do you really think I'm gonna keep it there and hope no one steals it?"

He smiled, "I knew you would say that, so we already have a storage for it." Rexus nodded and slowly got off the the bike. "But I see no reason to stop you from riding to the Beacon pickup." Rexus stopped, looked at Joey, and smiled wider than he had in a long time.

"You mean it?"

"Yup, we'll pick it up when you get on the ship to the academy." Rexus sat back on his bike and started it. Feeling the power of the bike, he turned to his mentor.

"Race ya?"

"Now be careful Rexus, that bike heavily modified. It is significantly faster than you think."

"Yes or no, Joey?"

"Well, I don't think-." Joey was cut off by the roar of Rexus's engine as he sped away.

He shook his head and smiled, "Ozpin is gonna have his hands full." With that, Joey hopped into the truck he brought the bike in and sped after Rexus.

Rexus was nervously checking his watch in the parking lot when Joey finally got there. "You're gonna make me late old man!"

"Maybe be were you're supposed to be early next time and that won't happen." Said Joey as he exited his truck.

"Where's the fun in that?" Rex stopped sitting on his motorcycle and hugged his mentor.

Joey reciprocated, "You have fun now, Rexus."

"And you try not to turn to dust before I see you next, Joey." They broke away and nodded at each other.

Joey punched Rexus in the shoulder, "And kick some ass will ya?"

Rexus lazily saluted Joey, "Aye sir." With that, the two friends parted.

"Now, how the hell am I gonna put this motorcycle back in my truck?"

After a rather uneventful ride and a extremely eventful talk with the Don, the Airship touched down. Rexus got off of the wall he was leaning on and headed towards the door of the airship. Going over it in his head, he would go to the little meeting, go get his stuff from wherever Ironwood had dropped it, and then go introduce himself to Ozpin. He had done it once before, but that was with Ironwood and Winter, so he wasn't his full and unadulterated self. He felt a more personal introduction was in order. The doors started to lower. "You know, I could probably just find that Ms. Goodwitch. She'll know where my stuff is." Rexus said aloud

"Hey, that idea's Goodwitch means you should do it." Multiple groans went around the new students who heard that joke. Rex turned to his left to see who said that. A blonde girl stood there with a proud look on her face waiting for Rexus's Reaction. A smaller girl stood next to her with a hood firmly covering her head. It took him a second, but Rexus finally registered the joke.

He pointed finger guns at her, "Eyyyyyyyy."

"Eyyyyy," she reciprocated, "This guy gets it." With that, the doors dropped and spilled out students. Rexus shook his his head and stepped once again onto solid ground. He spun around while walking forward, taking in all the sights. He, however, failed to notice the three others also doing the same thing. And with a resounding crash, he collided with the people he'd be with for his time at Beacon.