The Netherlands. A multicultural country that's famous for its cheese, windmills, and 'klompen', or clumps. The Netherlands has a few different 'states'. The states are the center of various cultural festivals and celebrations. Take Pinkpop for example. It's held in Landgraaf, and the state it's held in is: Limburg. Look at the Gay Parade. It's held in Amsterdam, and the state is Noord Holland. Why am I telling you this? Well, it is because before I arrived in Remnant I used to visit these places… expect for the Gay Parade, I swear!
Well, enough of that. No need to talk more about the country I moved to. I am not in that country anymore, I am in Remnant… a fictional world that is… well… fictional. I wasn't supposed to be here, but yet I here I am. In all honesty the thought had crossed my mind on multiple occasions, but I always found myself panicking each time I thought about it. So I decided to suppress these feelings… for now. I'd have to talk with Ozpin, since it's rumored that he's a "Time Lord" or something. Maybe he knows why I arrived here, or rather how.
Our tour of Beacon was going smoothly, not as I had expected it to go. Meeting team RWBY was like a dream coming true, but that dream came to an abrupt end when Goodwitch decided to continue our tour. We had entered the school… and boy was I surprised how great it looked! I mean his school was like a freaking five star hotel! Goodwitch was being pretty cool with us, even though I just embarrassed her in front of her students. But I guess that's what you can expect when you try to outsmart someone who is not so easily outsmarted. I don't know, I'm not trying to sound like a giant douche, but I am pretty good with words.
"And this right here is the library. Students often come here to study and read." Goodwitch said, pointing her index finger at the library.
"Okay Captain Obvious, we get you," I snickered, shaking my head in a joking manner.
Goodwitch glared at me.
"Where are all the students?" Freddy asked, getting Goodwitch's attention. "I mean we saw those eight in the cafeteria but that's it."
"They are not in school at the moment. They are all preparing for the dance, which I think is understandable. But still, some students really could use more studying. But I guess you can't help anyone." Goodwitch replied, quickening her pace. "Now hurry, we still need to reach the area where the bar will be constructed."
'This woman. She is just so demanding. I get that she's a teacher, but aren't there any limitations?' I thought to myself as I followed the blonde haired teacher further into Beacon Academy.
After a few minutes of walking, the three of us finally managed to go where we were supposed to go: the amphitheater. As we walked in under the arches, I could tell that the place was usually crowded with students. It reminded me very much of the Great Hall in the Harry Potter books. Heck, normally people would be talking; fidgeting, even playing games on what I think were scrolls.
After some walking, Glynda opened the door, to reveal a room, larger than a warehouse, where one corner had a wrestling-style fighting ring, another had a shooting gallery, and the center of the room was laid out in a grid, dotted with little bumps. Given the technology Remnant had, I assumed it was a hologram arena. Freddy tugged my arm, gasping in joy at what she saw. I turned, and my jaw dropped: an entire wall was a dedicated weapons rack, ranging from battle rifle-chainsaws and war hammer-shotguns, to rocket launcher-gauntlets and naginata-muskets. It was amazing to see the diversity of weapons in this world.
"And this would be the armory." Goodwitch said, getting our attention. "I take it you like what you are seeing."
"Oh my gooood." I exclaimed, drawing out the "God" part like that one guy from the "Troll" movie. "Is this even legal?" I asked, turning my head to Goodwitch.
"People could break into this place and steal all of these weapons," Freddy added with a hint of concern present in his voice. "Are you sure it's wise to keep weapons such at these in such an un-protected area?"
"Every student carries their own weapon. And don't worry, this place is pretty well-protected." Goodwitch retorted, smirking. "Unless you would like to test it out for yourselves?"
"Will it involve sexual harassment?" Freddy asked.
"No?" Goodwitch replied with a raised eyebrow, confusion written over her face.
"Then count me out." Freddy finished, crossing his arms.
"Ha, fagg!" I said to him, making my uncle shake his head before turning his attention back to Goodwitch. In return I did so too, and continued. "Ms. Goodwitch, I must say that this is not what I was expecting, but it sure as hell exceeds all of what I intentionally though Beacon would look like! But might I suggest something? Perhaps getting to the actual place you wanted to show us would be a bit more beneficial." I finished.
Goodwitch nodded hear head in agreement, and so did Freddy.
"Then let us take the elevator outside of the armory," she said, turning around a motioning for us to follow her.
I let out a sigh of defeat. I don't know what was happening to me, but for some reason I was feeling kind of… well, bored, really. So I decided to do what every youngster my age does when he feels bored.
Watch videos on his phone. Or in my case, the episode of Star Wars the Clone Wars I was watching. Luckily I was smart enough to save some episodes on my phone. But this episode… damn, this one always hits me right in the feels. Okay, so let me explain a little thing about Star Wars—or more specifically, the Clone army. You see the Clone troopers—please do not even get them mixed up with Stormtroopers, were people genetically cloned from the DNA of the famous bounty hunter: Jango Fett. Now these clones served the Jedi, fighting alongside them. But there were some darker secrets about the Clone army.
It basically comes down that during their breeding on Kamino—the planet they were cloned on and bred to be soldiers—there were organic chips planted into their brains, making them do whatever someone wants to… even kill their Jedi Generals. You might recall an order called "Order 66". Well, this episode focuses around a clone, who had a whole story ARC dedicated to him. Basically this guy could have stopped the bad guys plot… but was not able to.
I took out my phone and earplugs. I gave Goodwitch and Freddy one last look before plugging in my earplugs and playing the "Play" button. I saw we reached the elevator and entered. I entered too, while watching the one scene that always gets me unfold.
Clone trooper Fives stood there, looking at his General and Captain whom he had locked up inside a ray-shield. ARC-5555 stood in front of his commanding officers as he clutched his head, trying to get the words from leaving his mouth. "T-There's a sinister plot, and it works against the Jedi," he said, dropping his hands. "I have proof of it!" he said, tapping his chest-plate with all of his fingers. "I can prove that everything that I know is true beyond a shadow of a doubt!" he shouted at his superiors.
Anakin Skywalker looked at Fives with crossed arms. "Show me the evidence," he said sternly.
"T-The evidence is," Fives said, holding his head. "It's-It's in here," he said, tapping the side of his head. "It's in all of us, every Clone."
"What is it?" Captain Rex asked.
"Organic chips build into our genetic code," Fives replied, leaning his arm against a nearby crate and resting his head against said arm. "To make us do whatever someone wants. Even kill the Jedi." He said, moving away from the crate and walking towards the ray-shield. "It's all in here," he said, tapping his head again.
I watched as the scene shifted again. I swear this scene gets me so triggered from time to time. It's like the writers don't even care about what's going on in the episode. They're portraying everyone as such stupid individuals. I sighed, focusing my attention to the scene.
Anakin and Rex exchanged skeptical glances. Anakin was the first to speak up.
"Let's just get you some help first, then we can review everything. It'll be okay, Fives, we'll sort this out." Anakin said soothingly, trying to calm down the ARC trooper.
Fives had an innocent look on his face, but he quickly glared at the General. "You don't believe me!" he shouted at him.
"Fives, we do believe you," Anakin said, trying to get the trooper to calm down once more.
"You're not even listening to what I have to say!" Fives retorted.
"Fives, we are listening to you," Rex replied before Anakin could. "We only want to help."
"How do I know you're not tricking me?" Fives asked, holding the back of his head. "How do I know it won't be a trap? The Chancellor would try to kill me, I promise you that!" he retorted.
"The Chancellor?" Anakin repeated in confusion.
"He's in on it!" Fiver replied, pacing in front of the ray-shield. "I don't know the whole extent, but I know he orchestrated much of this! He told me in the medical bay!"
"He told you?" Anakin asked, glaring at the Clone. "When you tried to assassinate him!? You have gone too far, Fives. The Chancellor isn't capable of what you claim."
"He is!" Fives retorted. "I swear to you, General, you have no idea."
He's right about that, little Ani. Your Chancellor is a Sith Lord. The Sith Lord, might I add.
Before anyone could say another word, a squadron of Republic Shock Troopers, led by Commander Fox came rushing into the abandoned storage facility. Grabbing hold of his blaster pistol, Fox aimed it at the trooper. "Stand down soldier! Stand down! Get on your knees!"
Fives turned around, frantically waving his hands to the Commander to get him to stay back. "No, no, no, stay back!" he said. Turning his head to the side, he saw Rex blaster pistols and Anakin's lightsaber laying on the crate he had ordered them to put them on before he trapped them in the ray-shield.
Fox, noticing what he was about to do, shouted at him. "Don't do it! Don't do it soldier!" he ordered.
"Get away from me!" Fives shouted at them. Grabbing hold of the blaster and aiming at Fox, he ignored the pleas to stop from Rex and was about to pull the trigger. That was until a blue burst of plasma shot right through Clone trooper armored he had stolen from a Clone trooper on Kamino. Realization hit the trooper almost instantly as he dropped the weapon and let out a gasp. Looking down at his chest, he looked at the perfectly round hole present of his chest plate. The smell of burned plastoid filled his nostrils as the trooper fell to the ground, clutching his chest. Dropping his arms and falling on his sides and barely able to breath, Fives resisted the urge to cry out for help.
"Fives! Fives!" Rex shouted, banging on the ray-shield.
"Get this ray-shield off!" Anakin ordered, almost growling at the troopers.
One Shock Trooper complied and shot the source of the ray-shield, disabling it.
"Fives, brother," Rex said, kneeling beside his brother. "Call for help, we need a medic!" he shouted at the Shock troopers who all stood there and just watched.
Fives breathed heavily and coughed before speaking to his brother. "R-Rex," he said, getting the Captain's attention.
"Fives," Rex sighed, moving his head closer to his brother's.
"This, it's bigger than any of us… than anything I could have imagined," Fives said. "I never meant t-to," reaching out for Rex with one hand, Rex moved him closer to him until his head was beside his brother's. "I only wanted to do my duty." He whispered in Rex's ear. Slowly beginning to breathe heavily, Fives felt his body become weaker as he slowly fell back into Rex's arms.
"Brother," Rex said, desperately to not let his brother die. "Fives! Stay with me, Fives! Fives!"
Looking up at his Captain one final time, Fives spoke up. "The mission… the nightmares… they're… finally... over."
Having said the two final words with a bit of happiness in his voice, Fives head fell backwards and turned sideways. The life slowly leaving the ARC trooper as his Captain frantically tried to shake him awake.
"Fives… no Fives. Come on Fives. Don't go, stay with me, stay with me… Fives. Fives! Don't go." Rex pleaded. "No," he said as his lower lip started trembling. "Oh, no."
Slowly laying his brother on the ground, Rex looked over his brother as he felt a hand on his shoulder. He did not even have to look to know it was Anakin's. Looking at his brother, Rex felt like his life had just came to a halt. His brother was dead, and there was nothing he could have done to prevent it… nor can he do anything to bring him back.
The Shock Troopers all removed their helmets and stood in a circle around Fives. Sadness, regret, and pain were written on their faces. What had they done? A Clone… a brother had just been killed by one of his own.
And so the story of CT-27-5555… no, the story of Fives comes to an unfortunate end. No one will know what he knew… until it was already too late—.
"And we're already late on schedule." I suddenly heard a voice ring through my ears. I looked up from my phone, only to see Goodwitch staring at me with a glare. "Mr. Ramses. Mind telling me what you are doing?"
"I took out my ear phones, chuckling as I rolled them up and put them back into my pocket. "I was just… orientating. Searching up some videos about Beacon." I replied.
Goodwitch crossed her arms. "Really? Then what have you been watching?"
"The rise of Grimm and their expansion." I lied.
"Ah, a good choice, then." Goodwitch replied, placing her hands behind her back. "I would recommend watching "Huntsman and Huntresses, the rise of humanity", next." She finished.
Wait… she actually believed that?
"I, uhm, I will," I replied, scratching the back of my head. "So… what exactly did I miss when I was watching the video?" I asked, earning a soft chuckle from Freddy.
I looked around, only to be greeted by an empty room. This room was about the size of a classroom… one of Beacon's size, meaning that it was pretty big. Although it was just a normal square room, with no stairs running up to the rows of chairs you usually saw in RWBY. We could really turn this place into something good. I forgot what I had asked Freddy, but luckily for me he responded nonetheless.
"Well, my nephew, we already went over several key elements. The bar will be a normal sized bar. Guest can sit on the bar stools, and we'll place around eight tables fir for bar stools. Probably just average height tables." Freddy replied.
"We'll have to make sure they're high enough. Don't want people to bump their knees over and over again." I added, holding my chin in thought. "We'll install refrigerators behind the bar. I want a glass surface, so that students will be able to see their drinks. We'll need a coffee machine too," I said, walking to a nearby open area. "We'll make a two-step stair right here, sol the bar will be a bit off ground. Also, we'll need several beer taps. I want four of them right here," I said, pointing to where I had imagined the bar. "And I want one over there for the normal kind of beer. Also, make sure to fill the back of the bar, so students will have something to look at. A few flat-screen TV's right in every corner of the room, and we'll be set." I finished, crossing my arms. "Got anything you want to add, Freddy?"
Freddy nodded. "Yes. I want a karaoke machine, along with the best speakers you can find. I need a tablet to connect to the radio so we have some music playing in this dump. Toilets will be installed in the far right corner. And the ceiling… covered with Carpets."
"Are you trying to re-create our own bar?" I asked.
"Of course I am. Why not? It looks great." Freddy replied.
I nodded in agreement. "We'll also be needing a place where we can stock our drinks. Preferably a cool place." I said, turning to Goodwitch.
"The cafeteria will be a sufficient place. I'll make the arrangements." Goodwitch replied.
"And some neon lights here and there will work as well." Freddy added. "And we'll also need-."
"I think we have enough for now. Just make sure there are about forty bar stools. And make sure to get at least fourteen human sized tables as well. But just make sure they're not too big… just below shoulder height, okay?"
Goodwitch nodded. "I understand. It will be done."
"We'll need the popular soft drinks and alcoholic drinks in Vale. And make sure they're all mixable. I want no trouble in my bar. Every student will show me their ID's, even if they are of the right age to drink. No one will be drinking under-aged in my bar." Freddy said sternly, placing his hands on his hip.
"You mean our bar, you fagg." I corrected, earning a laugh from Freddy.
"Yes, yes, our bar." He replied.
"Anything else, gentleman? Freddy already showed me some pictures on his scroll while you were watching the video, and combined with you preferences, I think I have an idea of what you might want. Well… this is all, gentleman." Goodwitch concluded. "Are you… thirsty, perhaps?"
"Thirsty for some teenage di—".
"Actually, would it be okay for me to talk to Ozpin for a few minutes? If that can be arranged?" I asked.
Ozpin sat cross-legged on his chair, staring at the weapon that laid in front of him on the surface of his desk. Running his hand through his grey hair, the headmaster of Beacon Academy sighed before picking up the weapon again. It looked no different than some of the weapons here on Remnant, yet for some odd reason it felt different. He could not tell what it was that made him a bit suspicious of this weapon, but it made him feel a bit uneasy. He fondled with the weapon for a bit before turning his attention to the bullets he had taken from the teenager known as "Ramses."
The bullets… were strange. They were very strange. They were not made of Dust, or any other material he could recognize. The bullets looked… a bit frightening, in his opinion. But what kind of man would carry non-based Dust bullets? The only thing that can put a Grimm down with ease—well, if one can even call it "easy" to begin with. But these bullets… there was no Dust in them. He compared the bullets with Dust-based bullets, but they were nothing alike. Ozpin shook his head. This was a very strange day to begin with. He would have to ask Qrow on this matter. He was sort of a "weapons expert"… or perhaps he could even ask Ruby.
"Headmaster."
Ozpin's head shot up from the bullets he was observing, only to be met with the face of his long-time friend: Glynda Goodwitch.
"Yes, Glynda?" Ozpin asked, smiling at the blonde-haired woman.
"Mr. Ramses would like to have a word with you." Glynda replied.
"Then let him in," Ozpin replied, taking a quick glance at the bullets that were sprawled across his desk. "There is something I would like to have word with him about as well."
A/N
If anyone is having trouble with picturing what the bar might look like, just search up this in google. "Cafe Gorissen, Brunssum." Then take a look at the pictures, the bar will not be an exact copy, but there will be similarities.
