Reviews:
Blaiseingfire: I have chapters written and already viewed by my Betas up to chapter 24, I just make you wait cause I'm a troll, and I want to make sure it lasts.
TheFishKing: I already have all of the reactions for all of Team RWBY, and I don't think I'll go that in-depth, but it is a good idea. In fact, I might have Grif and Simmons do it when they show up, because Simmons is such a nerd he probably has all the comics and movies downloaded on a flash-drive or something, and Grif would have the idea and think he could make millions.
MaddyR: You seem to be a really happy person, you've reviewed with ':)' exactly… three times. Not that I'm complaining.
TheJokerKid16: Indeed, it did seem to escalate.
As for those worried about Yorkalina, cause I know some of you are, I haven't decided on whether I'll make them get together when she shows up, because I love them too, but I also like Winter X York (WARNING: pairing confirmed! :0).
ATTENTION! I'd love to see awesome ship names for Winter and York, so leave a suggestion and the winner will get a surprise gift!
Disclaimer: I don't own RWBY or Red vs. Blue.
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West Sea Port, that night.
York
York roundhoused a man in the stomach, a member of one of the larger gangs in Vale: the Knaves. They each wore metal plating on their chests, and each was armed medievally, a sword and some sort of bow on each person. They currently were raiding a nearby bank, a force of about three dozen individuals. The Freelancer sent his chakram spiraling into his foes, the weapon slicing a few legs and arms of the men, or ricocheting off their armor, until it was caught by Maine, who threw it back to his partner before punching a man into the wall.
Next to him, Ruby, clad in a full black suit with a black trench coat as long as her cloak, a hood covering her hair and a steel mask designed and painted like a skull over her face to match her codename. She flipped over his back, batting a Knave aside with the butt of Crescent Rose.
York shifted Firestorm into its bow form, then sent an ice arrow, Dust rounds courtesy of Weiss, into the area of the leader, a man known as King, and a few of his men, trapping them in the ice, then switched back to his double-swords to block a broadsword.
Delta warned him to do a matrix-like backwards duck, just in time to see an arrow whiz right past his visor. He drew his BR, loaded with a dust-alternator, which could shoot different types of dust by control, and sent a fire-Dust round into the bowman's longbow, which, made of wood, blazed into an inferno. York slid the gun back onto his back and blocked a second strike.
A few yards away, Blake was swinging yang by the ribbon of her kusarigama, the brawler using momentum and Ember Celica to hit Knaves around her.
Soon, it seemed most of the Knaves' forces were either down or had ran away, but a few were still kicking.
"York, authorities are about to arrive. I advise we wrap this up."
"Blaze, the King is getting away!" Rowan cried, and when York turned, he saw a few of the Knaves boarding a personal airship, a knight's symbol on the doors.
"Delta, I'm going to need the sub-project."
"Affirmative, Agent York. Deploying the Pelican."
In that instant, he felt the AI jump to the Pelican, and continued to fight.
"Blaze what are our orders?" Blake called through the radio.
"We're not letting them get away. Pickup is coming, just take them all out." York ordered.
"Pickup? The van can't chase that, it's too far away."
At those words, the Pelican arrived, looking exactly like the UNSC's troop transport, but with black plating and a New Freelancer insignia on the side. "Ladies and gentlemen, the Pelican has arrived. Everyone on board." He ordered as it descended, the rear door lowering. Everyone climbed onto the bird just as police cars pulled onto the premises. Delta, who was currently controlling the Auto-pilot sequence, made it rise as York spotted Winter, a scowl written on her face as the Pelican ascended. Police opened fire as the door closed, the bullets pinging off as the Pelican took off.
York hurried into the cockpit, sitting at the controls as Delta returned to his armor. "Alright, Freelancers, we're coming up fast on the Knave's enemy vessel. It has a weapons system, but so do we. I want Reaper, Eagle, and Dynamo to land on its wings and bring it down, preferably after we exit the city, so be ready to drop."
"Acknowledged, Blaze." Ruby said.
York piloted the Pelican up above the airship, then flipped the switch to open the bay. "Alright, on my mark." He said into the speakers.
"Mark!" He yelled, then waited for a few seconds. "Did they make it?"
"Yes, they're on the airship, close it up." Rowan told him, and York flicked the switch back and pulled back.
At the top of the airship, He saw Maine cutting the hull open with his Brute-shot, then Ruby and Yang dropped inside, followed by the brute, then a small explosion rocked the airship, and people began bailing into the water below, as the airship had flown out to sea.
"Reaper to Blaze, we need extraction, ASAP!" Ruby's cried.
"Reaper, you remember how we got Sarcophagus?" York said into the mic, then heard Maine growl menacingly, Yang cursed.
"Everyone strap in, we're going down." York said, then pointed the Pelican's nose up and then went into a steep dive.
He saw the trio come out of the airship, in perfect skydiving form. York punched the throttle, falling towards the three New Freelancers and flipping the bay door switch. Soon, he passed them, and killed the jets until he confirmed they were inside, then hauled up on the Pelican's stick, trying to tilt the Pelican before it hit the water. He punched the engines as soon as he was ready, and the Pelican shot forward, finally free of gravity as he flew out of death's clutches once more.
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Beacon
York
Two Freelancers stood behind curtains in the courtyard, atop a stage both were armored, with their newest weapons only.
Outside, he knew the mayor, chief of police, and Winter and Echo were waiting, along with multiple press members. Apparently, Ozpin has just called all of them for a press conference last night, not mentioning that Vale's vigilantes were becoming the two newest Hunters.
"You ready?" York questioned. Maine just growled.
"Maine, Maine." Ruby dashed up to us in a flurry of rose petals. "I just heard you were going to be in this thing, so I decided to give this to you early."
In the girl's hands was a small black-clothed device that seemed to have a small layer of machinery inside the cloth. The brute took off his helmet.
"It's an invention I made to help with your throat. It uses nerves from the brain and your vocal chords, the ones that remain, and creates your voice again, exactly like it should sound if you hadn't gotten hurt.
By now, Maine had a curious and hopeful look on his face. He took the device and binded it around his neck, the voice-maker fitting perfectly over his entire neck and activating instantly.
Maine cleared his throat. "I am Agent Maine." His voice growled out, still very deep and gravelly menacing. His eyes became teary. "My voice. It's really my voice!" He practically shouted, holding his throat, he snapped forward and entrapped the small teen in a bone-crushing hug. "Thank you, Ruby. You've given me something I thought I'd never have again."
York found the whole scene the happy kind of sad, a wound finally fixed that welded a friendship between the brute and the reaper. He'd never seen Maine hug anyone unless it was to wrestle or kill.
The man stood and turned to York. "York. I regret everything I did. I'm sorry for Carolina, and all the others."
"It's alright, Maine." The gold Freelancer told him. "I think I've almost forgiven you."
"Oh, and by the way, if you ever pull a stunt like what you did last night, I'll pound you into a wall and leave you stick there like I did with a sim trooper."
York raised an eyebrow, then Ozpin's voice echoed through the courtyard.
"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. I'm sure many of you are confused, and others on the edge of their seats. So, I will get straight to the point. We are here to recognize new Hunters into our organization, very special and well-known individuals that will be joining our ranks."
Maine slid his helmet back on, "Let's do this."
"Many of you already know them, and may I say that if you don't, you don't watch the news. May I introduce Vale's resident vigilantes, now official Hunters: Blaze and Eagle!"
York sighed. "Here we go." He said, then stepped out onto the stage. Swords were drawn and guns were aimed at him, where Chief Shad, Echo, Winter, and five VPD officers, at least two York knew he had caused serious injury to. Camera's flashed all around.
York and Maine raised their hands, and everything was quiet, then York activated his voice modulator. "Well, this is awkward."
Ozpin spoke again. "Please put your weapons away. I have spoken with Blaze and Eagle, and the Mayor has agreed to give them complete amnesty for their actions as vigilantes."
The Mayor, York remembered his name was Drakes, Reed Drakes, nodded to the officers to confirm the headmaster's words. Slowly, the officers sheathed their weapons. Echo wore a scowl on his face, Winter a look of slight relief.
"I'd like to make a statement." York said. "I am here to say that my actions as a vigilante were for what I thought was the betterment of the city, and that all the lives I took were in self-defense in the protection of my life, and I regret any damages caused to families or private property during my crusade."
Ozpins nodded, then drew two cards from a manila envelope. "You Hunters licenses, gentlemen." He told them. The two Freelancers took their offered card, nodding their thanks to the headmaster. Shouts of questions began to ring out as the headmaster stepped off the stage, the conference apparently over. Some swarmed the professor, even more swarmed the new hunters.
"Blaze! What are your plans now you've gone legal?"
"Are there any more of you out there?"
"Gargoyle"
York held up his hands to stop them in their tracks. "Okay, first off: whoever came up with the name Gargoyle needs to be slapped, I hate that name." He told them. "Next, I plan to continue helping the people of this city and the kingdom. Eagle and I have been working with a few others in a team of elite fighters to combat the Grimm and the corrupted gangs and individuals around."
"Do you and this team have a name?"
"We call ourselves the New Freelancers."
"Freelancers? Does this mean you will only work for hire?"
York shook his head. "While we will be open to contracts of interest, we will help this city in any way we can, with or without pay?"
"Will you ever take the helmets off, so we can learn your true identities?"
"Not any time soon. Let's just say we aren't ready, and neither is the world."
"Eagle, do you have any comment?"
Maine growled, "No." His new voice said. "Leave me alone."
"I think that's all the time we have for today, goodbye, ladies and gentlemen." York told them, pushing his way through the crowd until they all backed away. He aimed to pass right by the police force, nodding to Winter. "Ms. Schnee, Echo."
"This isn't over, Blaze." Echo said warily, a touch of anger in his voice.
Maine growled as he passed, leaning towards the boy until he stepped back. York snapped his fingers a couple times. "Hey, Eagle, let's go."
The brute continued to stare at the duo as they boarded the Bullhead, then the two new Hunters flew down and out of sight. Almost a minute later, York's scroll went off with a text from Winter.
I need a drink.
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York
"So, he made them Hunters?" York asked the woman before him.
"Yes. Now Echo will be greeted back as a failed mission." Winter said. "That's the only thing I'm mad about."
"Well, his mission was supposed to just bring in Blaze, wasn't it?" York started.
Winter nodded. "Yes, but now that he's gone legal, we can't arrest him."
"Not for taking down crime, but he can get brought in for something else, even if it doesn't result in him going to prison." York told her. A second later, she kissed him on the cheek.
"York, you're a genius!" Winter told him, them seemed to sober up. "Wait, what would he do that's wrong?"
"Drunken harassment? Urinating in public, breaking and entering."
"Why would he break into a house?"
"He could be entering a base and not have a warrant. The only way that doesn't work is if he was contracted to do a job, and his objective was on the other side."
"How do you know all this?"
"Let's just say I've been arrested a couple times. I made sure to find the loopholes in all laws."
Winter raised an eyebrow. "Funny, never pegged you for a hoodlum." She said sarcastically. "So, I asked you to take me for a drink, and now we're on a date." She stated bluntly. "Not that I'm complaining."
York looked around the steakhouse, glad those existed on this world, too. "Figured you were hungry, too." He told her, sipping the cherry cider in his cup. IT was almost like alcohol, the way it bit the back of your throat, but without the consequences of drinking.
"Starving." She admitted, and as if on cue, the waiter finally exited with their steaks. They were set down, along with rolls, and Winter's eyes widened.
"This thing is freaking huge!"
York chuckled. "Just like I used to eat them, sirloin medium rare.
"I'm interested to try this thing out." Winter admitted, then took a fork and steak knife before slicing a portion, then stuck it in her mouth and chewed slowly.
York laughed as her eyes widened. She swallowed. "This steak is amazing! It's like it's melting in your mouth. Spices are perfect." She took another bite, and moaned.
York finished laughing and finally ate some of his steak. "You're right, it's pretty good, better than mine."
Winter's eyes sparkled. "You can make these?"
"Yeah, learned to from my dad, he was king of barbeque in town. Steaks, hot dogs, you name it, he'd make it."
"And he taught you?" Winter questioned.
York nodded and laughed. "Something tells me I'll be needing that knowledge pretty soon."
Winter nodded, a mischievous look crossing her face. "If it's any bit as heavenly as this, then, yes, yes you will."
York grinned, then began to eat in earnest, devouring the steak and the fries before turning on the rolls. Finally, everything was finished off on both sides. York felt very full and very happy, and he could tell Winter was, too. York paid the bill, to which she protested. "Listen. This date was my idea, I pay for the expenses. Should you ever decide on a date that you want to go to, then you get to pay."
After this exchange, York walked with her back up to her hotel, cutting through roads and alleys until, after he and Winter crossed a street, he saw the last person he expected.
"Neo?" He asked, and the mute girl nodded. "Where have you been?" They girl gave a few signs, giving York an impression, "Around? That's the best you can give me? I've been hearing some bad things about you."
"York, who is this?" Winter asked, drawing attention to herself. Neo looked at the woman and her eyes widened, her grip on the parasol tightening.
"This is a friend of mine. Neo, this is Winter."
Neo nodded, tapping her head knowingly. "You already know her?" York guessed, and she confirmed it again.
"Hey, are you headed to Junior's?" York asked, and the small girl nodded. "Alright, maybe I'll see you there. I'm thinking of going in tonight, work some overtime."
Neo gave him a thumbs up, then walked away.
"That was… odd." Winter told him.
"She's mute, like Maine. Don't know how, though."
"Maine?"
"I'll tell you that story another day." York told her, her hotel now in sight. "Listen, Winter, there's something I need to tell you."
The woman turned to face him, stopping. "I had a nice evening, too, York."
"Well, me too, but that's not it. You know what, I'll tell you next time we meet, otherwise you won't believe me." York told her. "Just tail Blaze until he slips up, and then Echo can have his completed grade."
"Thanks for that, by the way. Sorry if that kiss freaked you out." She told him.
"Not freaked out by that in the least. Makes me a bit bolder." York told her, "I'll see you later."
"Goodbye, York."
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Somewhere in Atlas
Four people watched the screen intently, all in shock at what was on the screen.
"So, he goes by Blaze now." One man murmured to himself. "I preferred York."
"It's a hell of a lot better than the Gargoyle!" A woman next to him stated.
"Language." Another said.
"Oh, shut the hell up, Mormon!" The woman retorted.
"We should try to make contact." Said the final man. "We can head to Vale ASAP, with our suits on so he'll know it's us."
"Let's get packing."
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Winter
"And that bartender gave you this idea?" Echo asked me as we watched Blaze, clad in his usual armor, watching a drug deal inside a small warehouse. Looking around, he stood, and fired a knife that had turned into a grappling hook, then zipped down in front of the door. He drew out a kit of small tools and, after setting his Battle Rifle next to the door, began to pick the lock with them.
"Gotcha." I exclaimed. "Who knew you'd be so on the nail, York?"
We climbed down to the street, approaching the warehouse, which Blaze had already broken in, and gunshots were ringing out. Soon, all was silent, and the man stepped back out of the door, sliding his rifle onto his back.
"I was wondering when I would see you again, Winter." He told me, voice changer shifting his voice into that low voice.
"Blaze, you are under arrest for breaking and entering without a warrant, which, for a Hunter, is listed as a fine of 500 lien." Echo said.
"I'll go quietly, but first, there's something I have to tell you, Winter."
"You can tell me on our way to the precinct." I growled, although I had no quarrel with Blaze, he'd finally gotten Echo's grade.
"That's fine, but I just don't want you to hate me. I kept it a secret because I couldn't be arrested until it was official, not because I didn't trust you."
"Why on Earth would you trust me, Blaze?"
"Because of my true identity. Let's just say, I wasn't trying to 'touch your assets' during that battle." And with that, he pulled off his helmet, revealing his face.
I cursed softly. "York?"
