That has to be my favorite title I've ever come up with.

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"What about the crew?" Blake Belladonna asked her partner. Gambol Shroud returned to her back.

"What about them?" Adam Taurus asked, Wilt and Blush clipped to his side as he pulled the satchel strap over his head and flipped it open, revealing the Dust charges within.

They had dealt with the AK-130s easily enough, the robots falling quickly to Wilt, Blush, and Gambol Shroud. They made short work of everything in their way and now all they had to do was plant the charges and destroy the SDC's Dust shipment long before it reached Vale and its waiting stores.

He would've done just that but an Atlas Spider Droid had other plans. Appearing from wherever it had hidden itself in the Brother's damned ceiling and striking right before the mission was complete.

Blake's attacks were completely shut down by the droid, forcing him to let the satchel close and slap against his side as he moved to help her. Wilt's blade bouncing off of one of the heavily armored legs before one sent him back. Blake going high and being batted away like him.

Nothing worked, both of them forcing their Aura's to the front as they saw it charging a laser weapon. It fired and blew them through compartment's wall, sending them both out and onto the flatbed car with scattered SDC crates around it. Blake's eyes looked over the edge, seeing the fall that awaited them if the Spider Droid got the better of them, throwing them off and ending the mission in a failure. He turned his eyes from her just in time to scatter as smaller weapons opened fire from the Spider Droid as it edged closer to them.

"Buy me some time." He ordered, Blush's buckshot doing nothing even if he aimed at the joints of the droid. It was forcing its way through the recently made hole.

She didn't answer and he didn't hear Gambol Shroud going off. He sheathed Wilt as he searched for her.

"Blake!" he called out, sparing a look around him from his cover. "Blake!" he called out again, searching for her. "Where are you?"

He would've continued but someone crashed into him from behind, the surprise forcing out his breath before he could shout again. He struggled as his attacker forced them off the edge of the train, falling through the air before smacking against the ground so hard they bounced. Both attacker and victim grunted as the impact shook them but it didn't jostle him free like he hoped it would. His attacker kept their arms firmly wrapped around him, his own arms pinned to his side. He growled in frustration as he struggled against his captor, legs thrashing as they hit the ground again and again. He kept a tight grip on Wilt, promising himself to sue it on whoever had ruined their mission.

Weeks of planning wasted!

He struggled, seeing the trees getting closer and closer as they fell down the hill. Yet still his attacker refused to let go, not even uttering a sound as they hit the ground just like him. Finally they hit the bottom of the hill. The train passing them long ago and out of sight by the time they reached the bottom. He had no idea where Blake was and would have to find her after he dealt with his attacker.

With solid ground beneath him, he was able to free himself. Ripping his arms free and turning to cut his attacker to pieces.

His black-haired attacker with amber eyes. Amber eyes that were narrowed in pure determination. She was crouched on the ground, tensed and waiting to strike. Gambol Shroud was still sheathed on her back but her hands were balled into tight fists.

"Blake?" he spoke her name as if it would give him the answers he so desperately needed right now. Needed as Wilt and Blush fell from his hands and landed on the ground. His prized weapons forgotten in the dirt.

"Adam." Her tone held a warning, something similar to the way they had both heard Sienna speak. Similar to the way he found himself speaking in Vale to his lieutenant and new recruits when they failed simple tasks and he wanted an answer.

"What are you doing? Why are you doing this?" he asked.

"Because I can't let you do this anymore. All this violence and killing. For what?" she finally rose to her feet, she was shorter than him but it didn't matter to her now. Amber meeting blue as a fury was unleashed. A fury he didn't even know had been building for months, maybe years. "You can't honestly think what we're doing is right anymore?"

"Do you think what we're doing is wrong Blake?" he advanced on her as he spoke, taller than her and using his height to loom over her. "That we should just accept how these humans treat us." His face was twisted in an ugly grimace, the mere idea that the status quo could remain an insult to him and all the comrades he had lost in their fight for simple equality.

"We can't just become monsters Adam." He saw her clenched fists were shaking, amber eyes fixed on his mask. "We can't."

"We're fighting a revolution Blake! Sometimes we have to get our hands dirty. You knew this when you signed on. You can't get cold feet in the middle of a mission!" he shouted, pointing Wilt where the train had been on the hill above them. "Weeks of planning wasted! For what, you being surprised that wars have casualties?" he calmed himself down, focused back on the mission. He needed to salvage this. "I don't have time for this Blake. Return to camp. I'll deal with you when I return."

He turned away from her, giving her his back as he started walking. He only stopped to collect Wilt and Blush from the ground. He couldn't just use Aura to enhance his speed and catch the train. They had jumped on for a reason. The SDC had started relying on speed to avoid hijackings and attacks like theirs. It wouldn't slow down or stop until it reached the station. He could steal a truck from somewhere and try to chase it down. Maybe he'd get lucky and they would stop to do a damage assessment. He deserved something for putting up with Blake's sudden crisis of faith.

"You can't just kill people Adam." He was walking away from her, was going to try and catch the train to finish what they had started, alone. "I won't let you."

He froze. Heard Gambol Shroud be drawn and raised against him. He gave her a smaller target in his side, keeping his weapon in the hand furthest from her.

"Won't let me?" he actually laughed. "Blake, you can't stop me. No one can stop me."

"I can try."

"Blake, go back to camp. I'll deal with you later." he stressed the words. She had to know she didn't have a choice and she stood no chance against him.

"I can't do this anymore Adam. Can't let you do this anymore."

He opened his mouth to speak again. To tell her to go before he did something he wouldn't regret. But her eyes told him everything he needed to know. She wouldn't stand down. Wouldn't waver from whatever path she had chosen. The hand that had been reaching back to grab Wilt for a quickdraw stopped. Stopped and came to his side as he turned his body to face her. Let his weapon drop to the forest floor for a second time in only a few minutes. Raised his hands just enough to show he wasn't hiding anything.

"Sienna told me about moments like these Blake." His voice lacked any anger, only calm as he approached her like one approached a wild animal. "You're stressed right now. Having a crisis. Just walk away. Go back home and call us when you're ready. You can walk away from all of this for now. Take a break."

"You think I need a break?!" anger made her surge forward, made her grab him by his jacket and shake him. "I need you to stop this! I need us to be better! We don't need to keep killing people like this!"

He didn't say the first thing that came to mind. Took a breath before he spoke. Didn't even rip her hands off of him like he so badly wanted to. He let her shake him, didn't throw her away like he easily could. He let her get whatever it was out of her system.

"Okay. What do you want us to do?" he asked. He needed to play this diplomatic. "I promise to listen to anything you have to say."

"Really?" hope mixed with suspicion on her face as she released him, took a step back then another one before being satisfied. "You'll listen." He only nodded. "This isn't working Adam. We need to try something new. Meet new people and try talking to them."

"Go on." He nodded, biting his tongue between his teeth to keep himself from either laughing at her or telling her off. Brothers above, she was an idealist. Sienna had warned him and he hadn't listened. Thought a few missions together would cure her of it. She would realize what they did was necessary.

He should've listened to her. He wouldn't have just gotten tackled off a speeding train.

"I want to go to Beacon."

That was… unexpected. Adam had to take a minute to process what she said. Six words and he realized this might be a slightly bigger problem than a momentary crisis of faith.

"The Huntsman Academy?" he stupidly asked, genuine shock leaking into his voice. He hoped Beacon was just the name for a convention for her smut novels.

"Yeah." She nodded.

"Give us a little longer and we'll have you better than any Huntsman Blake." Praise her, get her back on your side. "I could find you a tutor if you think you need it."

"It's not just about fighting Adam." She couldn't find the right words. "It's hard to explain."

"Then go Blake. Return for your things or I'll send them to you."

He didn't even know if she could get in. She was technically a missing person from Menagerie and might even be wanted for her work with the White Fang.

"You'd really just let me go?"

"Yes." He crossed his arms. "I'll tell Sienna that I got knocked off the train. She'll be pissed but it's nothing I haven't seen before. I'll tell her you're working some angle for me."

"I can just walk away?"

"Yes Blake you can." He spoke as if it was the most obvious thing in Remnant as he bent down and picked up Wilt. "I just wished you had come to me before doing this. Are you coming back to camp with me or not?"

"Come with me." That wasn't the answer he had expected, again.

"What?"

"Come with me to Beacon. The Headmaster said I could bring my friend. Even if they had a past."

"Headmaster?" the anger was back. "Who have you been talking to Blake and what have you told them?"

"I sent an application and he called me. He recognized my last name. Said he wanted to clear up a few things."

"You used your real name?"

"Yeah. What else was I supposed to use?"

"You should have come to me before all of this." he waved his arms around them. "We could have set something up for you."

"Okay, I messed up. But will you come with me?" she asked again.

"To Beacon?"

"To Beacon."

"Blake. I can't just take off my mask."

"He said it didn't matter what we did, just what we want to do."

"I want to be on the frontlines of this revolution Blake. I want to fight side by side with Sienna and all my brothers and sisters in the White Fang."

"We can change so much more if we do this together Adam." She took a few steps, clasping his hand between her on. "Please."

"Blake. Stop." He stressed the words. Pulled his hand free. "I'm letting you leave when I should be sending word back to Sienna about what you did. Go to Beacon if you want. Call me if you need help but stop looking for more. I have responsibilities. Soldiers to lead. Battles to fight."

"Use it to recruit fighters!" Blake blurted out. "You and her are always talking about needing better fighters!"

Adam was silent as he weighed Blake's words. The High Leader had told him of their need of higher quality fighters over and over again. Atlas Specialists could easily wipe out entire cells. The occasional rogue Huntsman had done damage as well. If he could fill their own ranks with Huntsmen level fighters, he would earn his place at Sienna's side and they could do things they could only dream of. He could see Atlas burning. Their ships falling from the sky. And Ironwood, Ironwood would die by his hand. His soldiers cut down all around him.

"We need to get our things. And I need to make a call." Such hope in her eyes. He could've crushed it with his next words but instead he fanned it. "Then we can head to Vale."

Blake practically tackled him again, arms wrapped around his neck as she thanked him for coming with her. Promising him that he wouldn't regret it and that he could trust her. She was pulling his face down so she could kiss him and he let her. He let her have her own ideas why he was smiling. She didn't need to know the exact reason.

AN: Well this is now a thing. Been watching a lot of RWBY and reading a lot of stories decided to do this. Was definitely inspired by Beast of Beacon by Coeur Al'Aran and Red Sun Over Beacon by Gleaming Onyx.

A big thanks to Omniwriter1234 for motivating me to publish this and being a great sounding board for ideas new and old.