Author's Note: So trying to make all the other rwby team members stories along with the Reds and Blues before making Ruby's story. Also I started a Forum for many of my followers and fellow author's, so be sure to check that out. So to continue this story, let's see what the Reds, minus Grif, are doing.

It was nightfall, and the theater that the Reds were told to go to had their seats at the balcony. Sarge wasn't one for classical music, as most people could guess, he's into country. However, if he didn't bring Donut to this place, he'll never see the end of it, with Simmons, he was just interested in this event for some reason. Sarge just sat in his seat quietly as he was viewing the stage, waiting for the event to start so it could end quicker.

When the event started he saw all the lights dim, but the ones that focused on the stage, he then heard a voice. A voice unlike any other he had ever heard from, he was impressed with who this girl was. When he looked down he saw who the owner of such a heavenly voice came from, the girl he and the Reds have saved, Weiss. He became slightly wide eyed as he looked for someone to share his comment on her singing. He looked to Donut, who had closed his eyes and moved his hand to the melody, he then leaned to Simmons without looking at him. He whispered as to hope not to attract attention, "I didn't recogn' this girl could sing so beautifully. Eh, Simmons? Simmons?" But when he turned to Simmons he saw his second in command daze down at the stage with complete focus. He followed Simmon's eyes as they led to the stage where Weiss was currently standing, he put 2 and 2 together and it clicked. He grinned at his firm mate, "You definitely know how to pick'em, son."

Simmons snapped out of his daze when he heard his leader say that, "What? No...um...it's not that...I mean...she just...we're just...she's a real nice girl." Simmons tried to fake a smile.

Sarge smiled at his best soldier, aside from Lopez, "Don't worry Simmons, it's not against any Red army regulations to fall in love with a pristine beauty such as...", Sarge would have continued to rant on.

However, Simmons had something to say about that, "Well, it's not that sir, it's just that," Simmons sighed, "She's way out of my league and I'm...me."

Sarge really didn't like Simmons' negative attitude, "Hey, never disgrace yourself. that's not what I want to hear." Sarge leaned Simmons in close for a small huddle, "Let me give you some tips on women: they respond to men with confidence. They also want someone who's there for them, they want a feeler, they want a thinker." He said the last bit with a slight dramatic effect, "And when all else fails...pop your pecks."

Simmons was noting all of that down in his mind, except for the last part of the pecks. But he has high hopes in himself, he now has to trust in his memory and lady skills, which he had none of. So he continued to stare down at Weiss as she performed like nothing he's ever heard of. From his spot he could hear her angelic voice sing with such passion, "I'M NOT YOUR PET! Not another thing you own! I was not born guilty of your crimes! Your riches and your influinfluences can't hold me anymore! I won't be possessed! Burden by a royal test! I will not surrender, this life is Mine!"

Timeskip: brought to you by the author who's too lazy to go to the Internet Fanfiction and make the line*

[Weiss P.O.V.]

Weiss was now in one of the halls of her home surrounded by fancy guests. She had once seen herself as one of them, she once felt like she had belonged here, among familiar faces. Now she felt as if she did not belong here, as if she became an outsider in her own home. She had even grew to despise the discussions her father was having about the business, the business he married into.

Jaques was laughing his heart out, "That's precisely my point, we offer Faunus the exact same wages given to the rest of our mining staff. Their argument's completely invalid right out of the gate."

Another businessman Jaques was talking to countered his point, "Well, I think the bigger issue here is our society as a whole."

The whole time they were bickering, Weiss was staring off at a painting of Beacon. She was starting to move into the direction of the masterpiece of art. Until a firm hand grabbed her, her father's, "Where are you going?" He asked as if interrogating her.

Weiss began searching the an excuse, "I'm...just a little thirsty."

Jaques immediately began signaling one of the waiters with a drink tray, "Sweetheart, we have people for that."

Weiss grabbed his hand and put it down, "What? No, I can get it. I'll be right back. I promise."

He shared a look of disappointment mixed with despite before talking with the business people, "I'm sorry, I tuned out for a second but, sounds like I'm the good guy again?"

Weiss slipped away from her Dad to admire the painting while he was distracted. She came next to a tall figure wearing a maroon black suit, along with a maroon tie admiring the painting as well. She sighed before the tall figure next to her spoke up, "So, this was Beacon before the Fall?" The figure asked. To her surprise the voice was familiar, "It would have been nice to see it."

She turned to meet Simmons, "Simmons?" She asked in amazement. She saw he had spiked his hair to go back instead of combing it, but he looked spiffy nonetheless, "You clean up nicely."

Simmons nodded in agreement, "I always had a certain skill for dressing up for occasion." He adjusted his tie for perfection, "I've been known as the most gentlemen like of my group, if I do say so myself." They both smiled at each other before turning back to the painting, then the silence came.

Simmons was about to say something to restart the conversation between the two, until he was interrupted. By another young man, just slightly better looking than him, "It's beautiful." He had greyish blue hair and wore a red and black outfit. "You two match." He said, referring to Weiss.

Weiss huffed a little, "Yes, it's a lovely painting." Weiss didn't seem to want anything to do with him.

The other guy clearly didn't seem to give up, "So...that was my attempt at breaking the ice...How am I doing so far?" He asked.

'Sure as hell is doing better than me.' Simmons thought to himself as he remained staring silently at the picture.

Weiss then responded to his question with another huff, "You are leaving a lot to be desired."

"Well I always appreciated honesty," The young man said now sticking out his hand, "Henry, Marigold."

Weiss turned her head quick, "Weiss Schnee." She said, shaking his hand.

Just as she was about to leave he held on, "I know, I saw your performance...Obviously." He cleared his throat, "You were wonderful! And I promise I'm not just saying that because you are pretty. Honesty, remember?" He then turned his topic to the painting, "So...you thinking about buying it?"

"No..." Weiss responded coldly, and straight, "I don't think so."

"Yeah...kinda pricey for a painting." He said, completely ignorant.

"It's to raise money." Weiss said slightly irritated.

"Oh really? For what?" His arrogance knew no limits.

"For what!?" Weiss said, on the verge of losing patience.

He started chuckling a little, "I'll admit...I only come to these things for the food and drinks." He said as he grabbed a glass from a nearby butler with a tray. "And the extraordinary company, of course. So what...is it another Mantle fundraiser or something?" He said as he finished his drink.

Weiss stared at him with cold dead eyes, "Get out." She said.

Henry was confused but smiling, "What?"

Weiss repeated herself, "Get out, or-"

"Or what?" Henry interrupted her, "Are you gone throw me out?" He bent down a little to her level.

"No," A slightly shaking voice had said, "I will." Simmons said as he stepped up from behind Weiss.

"Really? Do you honestly think that I'd be intimidated by...well...someone like you." Henry said as he leaned in for the last part. "What are you going to do, nerd?"

Something triggered in Simmons when he heard this arrogant, spoiled punk call him that name. All the bullies of his past rushed through his mind as he closed his human fist into a ball, what he didn't know was his hand was sparking. He quickly punched Henry in the gut, causing the sparks of electricity in his hand to enter Henry's body and holds his gut. Not in pain, it did hurt but not too much, he felt the shock hit his stomach, forcing him to retreat to the balcony, where he puked out his drink. Weiss stared at Simmons' hand and grew wide eyed at what she had just witnessed. Simmons had no idea what happened, he looked around, hoping he wouldn't get into trouble. Fortunately for him, no one saw because they were all too busy talking to one another about something else. Simmons looked down in guilt as he turned to Weiss, "Sorry, I didn't mean to..."

She interrupted Simmons, "Simmons, that was amazing. I think you just found your new semblance."

"I did?" Simmons asked unsure of what happened.

"You did what Simmons?" A scruffy voice entered the conversation as a familiar Red Soldier appeared with a brown robot in a tux followed by Donut wearing a pink (lightish red tie).

Weiss addressed Sarge of what Simmons did, "This arrogant punk showed up and Simmons punched him in the stomach and then his fist began sparking. I think his semblance is the ability to control electricity and lighting, I only wish some people would stop talking about their issues and pay attention." Weiss finished directing her attention to the crowd of rich people all crowded together. She heard some stubborn man complaining about the drink he had asked for, which was about to set her off.

The final straw was when she heard a smug trophy wife list the fall of Beacon's flaws, "But really, does it come as any surprise what happened to Vale? It was a long time coming, if you ask me."

Her husband, clearly ashamed of her mouth tried to shut her up politely, "Honey..."

"What?" The trophy wife laughed, "You said the same thing last night. If they're so arrogant to think they can get by without proper kingdom defense, I say good riddance." Her loud mouth was causing a vein in Sarge's head to bulge, but not only him.

"Shut up!" Weiss yelled causing most of the heads in the room to turn.

Sarge leaned into his men to construct a plan, "Alright men, Operation: protect the precious cargo on my mark."

Weiss continued her rage powered speech, "You don't have a clue! None of you do!"

The trophy wife was insulted at Weiss's insolence, "Excuse me?!"

Weiss came back with a verbal attack on everyone, "You're all just standing around talking about nothing. Worrying about your hair, your money...your stupid problems that don't mean anything."

That's when Sarge had seen Jaques move forward at his daughter, Jaques grabbed Weiss's arm to shut her up, "Weiss. that's enough."

Weiss was attempting to free herself as her father held, "Let go of me."

Jaques held his daughter's hand and held her still, "You're embarrassing the family name."

When he was about to tug on Weiss's arm he felt something steel grab a hold of him, not armor steel, it resembled something of a hand. He followed the steel hand to its owner and came

face to face with Sarge, as Sarge was transforming into a man of solid stainless steel. He squeezed his hand making Jaques lose his grip, "I believe Miss Schnee, told you to let go." He let go letting the rich man grasp his arm in pain.

The group looked at Sarge in amazement as they saw his own semblance unfold, he quickly put one of his hands behind Weiss's back to move her out of the room as his squad followed behind.

A shot rang in the air, forcing everyone to retreat behind Sarge, Ironwood was the one who had fired his gun. The trophy wife from earlier started to accuse the Reds, "Arrest them, they're insane, they should be locked up."

Ironwood looked back at Sarge and his group and made up his own mind, "They're the only ones making sense around here." Before turning to Jaques, Ironwood gave a small salute to Sarge, then turned to Jaques, "Thanks for the party, Jaques."

With that the Reds and Weiss left the room, while Weiss and her Dad shared an icy glare at each other.

Another Timeskip brought to you by the author who's again being lazy, it's Summer*

The group was in Weiss's room, being scolded by the asshole of all rich douchebags, Jaques, "Unbelievable, Absolutely unbelievable. Do you have any idea what your stunts cost us? And don't think I'm just talking about lien here. Our reputation...our...our..." He sighed in frustration at his loss.

Weiss looked down before answering, "I want to leave."

Jaques was taken back by his daughter's words, "I beg your pardon?"

"I said, I want to leave. I don't want to stay here anymore. I don't want to stay in Atlas anymore." She said.

"Young lady, I don't give a damn about what you want. This isn't about you. This is about the Schnee family name and your apparent insistence on dragging it through the mud." Sarge stood up when Jaques said this.

Sarge rose his voice with anger, "I've only known Weiss for a little while, but this girl has done nothing but hold your God damn name with as much as she could, you arrogant son of a bitch."

Weiss then stated another fact in the same tone as Sarge, "A name that you married into." Jaques slapped Weiss across the face at this point. All of Red team stood up ready to charge Jaques.

Jaques stared at her with normal eyes, "This behavior of yours is incredibly disappointing. You couldn't possibly understand the lengths I've gone to in order to keep this family where it is. If you think running off like your sister is going to make the Schnee name stronger, you're wrong. Siding with her only divides us."

"I'm not siding with anyone," Weiss said, "I'm doing what I feel is right, and that does not include wasting my time here with these clueless people in Atlas. The Schnee family legacy isn't yours to leave, it's mine, and I'll do it as a Huntress."

Jaques paced for a short time before making up his mind, "No...you won't. You're not leaving Atlas, You're not to leave the manor grounds, unless I specifically allow it. You're going to remain here. Out of sight and out of trouble, until you and I come to an agreement on your future."

Weiss couldn't believe what she was hearing, "What?!"

"Your presupposition that you can simply have whatever it is you want is a clear sign of our failure as parents." Sarge was starting to get trigger friendly real quick at Jaques's words, "But from now on, I'll be giving you the full attention you require. Starting by keeping you where I can see you."

Donut was acting more shocked than most of Red team, "You can't keep her locked up in her room."

Jaques simply turned to Donut with a blank face, "I can, and the staff here will make sure of it."

"So now I'm just your prisoner?" Weiss asked angered.

"You are my daughter. You're a child, and children are grounded when they misbehave." Jaques replied.

"This is only going to make things worse, Father." Weiss replied, "People will ask questions. They'll want to know, why the Heiress of the Schnee Dust Company is suddenly nowhere to be found."

Jaques had a diabolical answer for that, "Which is why you are no longer the Heiress to the Schnee Dust Company."

"Want to run that by us one more time, fancy pants?" Sarge asked clearly getting agitated.

"Clearly, the trauma you endured at the Fall of Beacon was too much for you. Which is why you generously revoked the claim of the company and it's earnings and passed them to your brother Whitley." Jaques finished allowing everyone in the room to come to a terrible realization. "It's time to wake up and face reality."

While Weiss's asshole of a Dad left the room, the door opened up to reveal Whitley's little face. Just before it closed, somehow they knew he set up the whole thing from the start.

Weiss went to confront her Devil of a brother, "Whitley."

"Yes, Sister?" He asked pretending to keep up the innocent charade.

"Did you know about this?"

"About, what?"

"You've never liked Winter, you've never liked me." Weiss suddenly made sense of his plan, "But you've been nothing but supportive from the moment I came back."

"If being kind to my big sister is some sort of crime, then I suppose I'm guilty."

"You wanted this to happen."

Whitley had finally drop the act as he finished his sentence, "It's foolish not to do as fathers asks."

"I can't believe you."

"Don't worry Weiss, the Schnee family name is in good hands."

With that Weiss ran back into her room to the comfort of the Reds, where she began to sob. But, throughout what had just happened to her she had a moment of rehabilitation. She was not going to sit here and obey orders from her tyrant father anymore. She immediately began moving pieces of furniture around her room, confusing the Reds in the process. Until, she brought out a rapier, similar to the Myrenster (correct me on this.). It was at that point they knew she wanted to get stronger.

Another Timeskip, just tell me if I should do this, saves time and energy.*

Weiss was concentrating her hardest while the Reds were quiet, helping her practice. So far everyone kept silent until...

"Hello, Sister." Whitley interrupted her concentration.

"Leave." was all Weiss has to say.

"How hurtful." Whitley said feeling high and mighty. "And here I am about to offer you a favor. Father is taking me to town to introduce me to some of his business partners. I'd thought I'd see if you wanted me to pick you up anything. Since you're...well...stuck here." he said so smug.

Weiss wanted none of his fake petty, "Are you jealous? Is That it?"

Whitley smiled at her accusation, "Whatever do you mean?"

Donut smiled at what Weiss was getting at, "Is that why you hate her? Are you jealous of her abilities? Of Winter's?"

Whitley stroked his chin, "Hmmm, no, not really. Honestly I find it barbaric. It's beneath people like me. Like Father. What can a single huntsman possibly do, then that an army could not. That's why we have one. Even if it is run by a fool."

Lopez stood by the door towering over Whitley, "Ella dijo, licencia, (She said, leave.)"

Whitley didn't understand Lopez, but he knew what he meant, "Fine, fine. I've got better things to do. Enjoy your...training," He said insulting her work. "However pointless it is. What is your plan anyway? What do you hope to accomplish while trapped in your own bedroom?"

Lopez slammed the door on his face then stood in front of it as a weight, earning a nod of approval from everyone. Weiss sighed as she attempted to concentrate on her training as she raised the tip of Myrenster in the air. A glymph started to form on the center of the floor right in front of her. She looked up and saw a picture of a knight as she attempted to recreate that same knight. She then placed the tip of her rapier on the floor as her glymph began to spin faster and faster. Making the room shake, and the entire Red team cower into the corner of the room. The windows in her room shattered as a blinding light made everyone cover their eyes. Suddenly the door flew opened and Klein barged in, worried about Weiss, "Miss Schnee are you alright?!" He shouted, but froze as his eyes stared at a giant white knight standing in the center of her room.

Weiss smiled at Klein then stared at her creation, "Yes," She said as her knight kneeled, "Klein, I need a favor." Weiss asked as her friend nodded in agreement.

Suddenly another circle engulfed the Reds in the corner of the room with her bookshelf. They were brought to a hall of mass weaponry, surrounded by all types of melee weapons. Sarge was the first to ask something, "What in Sam Hell are we doing here? And why wasn't I brought here sooner?"

A loud voice entered the room, "You need not fear me, for I am the God of Goodness in this world. However, there are forces in this world that wish to disrupt the balance of this world. And in order to ensure safety, I need you to become huntsmen and fight for this world. So, please choose a weapon."

Sarge was the first up, he was scanning the room looking for something to his liking. He came across spears and swords, and even some maces, but nothing to his appeal. Until his eyes came across, 2 duel battle hatchets, the same size as his shotguns, lucky thing he brought 2. The blade of the axes were at the butt of the shotguns.

Next up Simmons, he was going over it in his head about his ideal weapon to go with the battle rifle he had. It had to have a blade, needed to be long range and close quarters weapon, something lightweight. Sarge had enough waiting, and grabbed a spear for Simmons, though simple, Simmons accepted.

Donut was next as well, he had skimmed through all the intimidating weapons and looked for the smaller ones. (Mortal Kombat fans this is for you.) Donut found a pair of spear daggers attached with chains, he then matched those with two revolvers he had.

Lopez, though not human, still would prove to be a valuable asset to his team with a weapon. He had no personal weapon in mind until he came across a hall of tools as well. All the old fashioned tools and some from the earliest 20th century even. What caught his eye was an Engineer style wrench, (From Team Fortress 2).

He grabbed an SMG and combined the two.

With their gear, they were sent back to Weiss's room in Atlas, with a shocked Weiss. Sarge was the first to answer, "About high time we left this place, correct Miss Schnee?"

Weiss nodded in agreement.

Timeskip again.*

It was the middle of the night and nothing was moving about in the mansion. The perfect time for a secret getaway for a group of people on the run. They all walked out of Weiss's room slowly and carefully attempting not to make a sound to attract attention. They all came out one by one, first with Sarge, then Simmons, next Weiss, after that Donut, and last Lopez. They looked around to see if anyone was there, but they only looked at one side and did not see a short figure making their way towards them. Just then Weiss turned around to see Klein standing there just staring at them, startling some of the group. He put his finger to his lips to silence everyone, "Let's go." He motioned his head allowing everyone to follow him in hopes of escape. They were speed walking while Sarge was covering the back and Donut up front, Simmons suggested this to not repeat the Valhalla situation. The group had made it past the main staircase and were passing through the a corridor when Klein got a call. The call came from Whitley, Klein had no choice but to answer, "Master Whitley, I..." He started but then was interrupted by Whitley, "Um...Yes, of course, I'll be just a moment." Klein then turned to Weiss and the Reds. The plan had changed, "Head to the first floor library. I'll meet you there." Weiss and the others watched as Klein left.

Sarge then took the lead and moved everyone as swiftly as possible to the library. They came across Jaques study room, where he and Ironwood were arguing. They all surrounded the room in an attempt to hear the conversation. Jaques was being his normal stubborn self, however, Ironwood was leaking more pressing information. He had said that there has been weapons spikes and dust trades all over Mistral, and that he needed to intervene. He had later stated that Atlas was closing down it's borders for protection purposes by next week. The team had heard the conversation end between the two and fear of failure in the plan swept through the minds of team WLDSS (Wilds). Weiss was the first to act, creating a glymph around the doorknob, holding it steady and still. Sarge acted next as he turned to steel and smashed the doorknob in, making it impossible to turn. They had successfully locked the two men inside the room and now continued on their way.

They had made it to the library where Klein was nowhere to be found at. Weiss stared to call for him, "Klein. Klein, where are you?"

A bookcase behind them opened up and Klein was right behind it, "Keep your voice down, I told you I'd be here." Klein said as his eyes were shifted to red. Weiss had dashed across the room and hugged Klein with all her might, in return Klein returned the hug. He then asked her a serious question, "Are you sure Mistral is safe?"

"No," Weiss responded, "But it's where I'll find Winter."

"I suppose she'll be the only family left after tonight." he said solemnly.

Weiss placed a hand on her friend's shoulder, "I'll always have you." She reassured him.

"You most certainly will." He responded with a smile.

A loud crash was heard from upstairs, then Jaques's voice could be heard yelling, "Klein?! Klein get down here this instant!" He shouted.

"Go, now." Klein ordered as everyone went into the bookcase.

Sarge stopped for a quick salute, "Klein my friend, it's been an honor knowing a man like you."

Weiss was the last one to enter as she had something to say, "Thank you, Klein." She said as he closed the door, sealing them all in for their safety.

Timeskip*

The group saw a ship at the docking bay area and found their ticket out of there. Sarge walked to the man using his rank and military persuasion on the man in armor loading up the plane. Sarge strutted his way over to him, "Attention." Sarge shouted at the soldier making the young man very confused. Sarge realized this wasn't his planet, "Stand at attention when a high ranking military officer is talking to you, maggot!" Sarge shouted. The man then stood tall at the order, "At ease." Sarge continued, "I am under direct orders to aid in moving this cargo to Mistral for protection from any White Fang attack."

The young man didn't know how to reply, "Um, sir I wasn't aware of any official assistance, I may need to check on something first."

Sarge stopped the man before he moved to his clipboard, "Well consider yourself informed, now get this bird in the air before I smack that stupid out of your head."

The soldier terrified of the man right in front of him went to open the door, "Yes, sir." He opened the cargo doors. Sarge turned to Weiss and the Reds and motioned for everyone to follow him. The young soldier got confused, "Wait, who are they?" He asked.

Sarge stood in front of him as he spoke up, "They're my squad, got a problem with that?"

"N-no sir, not at all." He stuttered.

Everyone was aboard the ship as they all were waiting until they landed in Mistral.

With Donut*

He was tossing a ball against a side of the ship going from the floor to the wall to him. He got bored and held the ball real quick and gave it a slight peck. However he didn't know what that peck would do as it bounced from the floor to the wall, but when it was about to land to him it was sparking lightish red sparks and when he caught it, it exploded in his hand.

he was quickly covered in ash and said one of his innuendos, "I can't believe that exploded all onto me. I can't remember when my face was covered like that."

With Lopez*

The spanish speaking robot who no one understood found himself in the back of the ship where a lot of scrap metal was. He thought that this was no way a ship should be kept and began to clean up as best as he could. He was lifting a heavy load when he started he was falling backwards, his system wasn't strong enough. He hit the metal over and began to walk away from the huge pile but stopped when he began seeing something. He stared at his hands that showed their inner workings of them and showed digital blueprints to them. He looked at the pile and suddenly multiple blueprints came up and he saw all the possibilities he could do with them. He grabbed his wrench/smg and began to modify his arms as clanks and buzzes could be heard from his room.

End of Chapter

Author's note: Sorry this Chapter took way longer than expected, I took a little break because of certain issues. And also, to people who are Monster Musume fans and Red Vs Blue fans I'm making a crossover between them. Also going to take time off Vanoss X RWBY because I don't know how to continue at the moment. And to the person regarding Church's new change soon to occur, he's going to need it based off how powerful the villains are going to be. Trust me, if you think he's OP now, I haven't even scratched the surface. Before I forget, I need to ask: Lemon chapters ahead possibly, you decide. Comment below.