Chapter 2: A brave new world.
Italics=Thoughts
Bold=Shouting or loud noises
Underscore= Empathizes via Voice.
Quotations means talking.
Unknown day,month,year On the border of Patch-Vale.
Sergeant Tom Sullivan shot up, his breathing is erratic as he looks around. "Goddamn Japs where the hell am I?" He asks to no one in particular as he stands up and notices his M1897 trenchgun lying next to the M1 Thompson he usually uses when his Shotgun needs to be reloaded.
"Switching to my Thompson has saved my ass on more then one occasion." Sullivan mused as he picks them both up and then walks over to what appears to be a road. "Damn, I was on the beaches of Pelieu and being stabbed by a Jap, Wonder how's my men are doing."
Sullivan mused as he walks down the road towards a Town, as he approaches, he was stopped by what he assumes to be a Civilian. "Halt, Who are you?" Sullivan looks at the guy and puts his M1897 trenchgun up halfway. "I am Sergeant Tom Sullivan United States Marine Corps, First Marine Division." The man cocked his head off to the side as Sullivan grabs a Cigerette out of his shirt pocket whilst thinking to himself.
Then the man spoke. "I haven't heard of a United States Marine Corps, You sure you ain't from Atlas?" Sullivan brings up a lighter to his Cigerette, only to stop hard at the man's response.
"The hell you mean Mac?" Sullivan was shocked, but he kept a Stoic face. His Brown eyes boring into the Younger man's soul.
"This is Sanus, You're on the Patch-Vale Border." The man slowly reaches for his gun as he speaks but he wasn't fast enough as Sullivan yanks his shotgun directly into the face of the man. "Keep your hands where I can see'em." Sullivan said with a hint of caution in his voice.
Then he notices more people coming out at least 10 people and then he saw more civilians as well as Children. "Shit... You have Civilians here." Sullivan said as he lowers his shotgun and puts it away, sighing as he looks towards the sky. "Reminds me of what I had fought for back home."
Soon, Sullivan caught off guard by movement off to his left. "What the hell?" He exclaimed. As he readied his shotgun, he stared into the creatures' eyes, bloody red eyes straight out of hell, eyes that screamed it's killing intent. He was pulled out of his trance by screams of the civilians, "FUCK, GRIMM ATTACK!" As the civilians ran back inside, some came back out, what appeared to be the guards of the town Who ran to man their posts.
"Sir, You said were a Soldier?" Sullivan turned to see who spoke, and was surprised to see a short woman with striking Emerald eyes and Jet black hair. "Yes, Ma'am, I am a Marine." He said as he and the Woman climbed up the ladder to the only Gatehouse. "Then help us take down the Grimm" Sullivan readies his Thompson Sub-Machine gun, attracting curious looks from the Guards. "Let's give these fuckers a hard time." He yells as he aims his gun for one of the bigger creatures. "SHIT, BEOWOLF!" A Town guard screamed as everyone opened fire with their weapons. The Thompson creating distinctive loud bangs that shook the guards, who have never heard such a loud sound from a weapon, much less from a handheld weapon.
"KEEP UP THE FIRE!" contrary to the appearance of the short women, her commanding voice traveled well despite the loud weapon discharges. This was a sight to behold for Sullivan, and out of curiosity and respect, he yelled over the sound of the battle, "MA'AM, WHAT'S YOUR NAME?"
"CELIA GRACEFELL, BUT FOLKS CALL ME GRACEY!" Sullivan notes her name, and readies a Mark II Pineapple Grenade he's been saving until the enemies group up. "GET DOWN, GRENADE OUT!" he yells as he throws the grenade, much to the confusion of the guards, where some turn to stare at him, some fall flat on the ground, and some didn't hear him. To the terror of the guards, a large explosion erupted in the center of the group of Grimm, and shook the entire village.
In the confusing aftermath of the explosion, the guards panicked, with many running away in fear of more of these mysterious explosions. Thankfully, most of the Grimm were eliminated in the attack, and those who were close to Sullivan and understood some of what happened picked off the remaining Grimm. "I assume that was you, what was that, dust?" asked Celia, who saw Sullivan throw the grenade, but could not understood what just happened and why. "Dust? What dust? Now that was a standard issue United States Army Mark II Pineapple Grenade, filled with TNT and enough fragments to kill a platoon of Japs. Here, I got another one here" responds Sullivan, pulling out another of his grenades from his pocket.
Celia carefully looked over the Grenade with some of the Guards. "That's a weird weapon." A guard commented at the Grenade. "It's a Mark II "Pineapple" Grenade, it's meant to take out enemies who are in cover, or grouped up in a small area. To use it, pull the pin, toss it, and the timer will do the rest." The guards went down the ladder and towards presumably where their barracks are. With nowhere to stay the night, he went around to find a place where he could stay, and found what seems to be an hotel...
A Village on the Vale-Patch Border, "Midnight Tavern." A few Minutes since Sullivan defended the Village from the Grimm.
Sullivan walks into hotel, where he found the name to be 'Midnight Tavern', and that the front lobby doubled as a bar. As he entered, the chatter stops as the regulars notice the marine walking in, the sound of his boots reverberating on the wooden floor. "Need something?" The Bartender asks as Sullivan pulls up a chair. "I would like a shot of Whiskey, and a room to stay for the night."
The bartender walks off to complete his order as two Drunkards next to him decided to test this strange newcomer. "I haven't seen an Atlas soldier come to these parts in years, much less dressed like that. Who exactly are you?" The bar was silent as the drinkers were curious about this strange newcomer. Before Sullivan could respond, the bartender walks back his shot of Whiskey and the key to his room, room 102. As Sullivan downs his shot, "Ah finally, my drink. I am Sergeant Tom Sullivan, United States Marine Corps, First Marine Division, You got a problem, Mac?"
The two drunkards look at each other, confused at the answer, "Well, how well can you fight?" Sullivan downed another shot, and drunkenly looks the drunkard in the eye. "I've stabbed half a dozen of men to death who would come at night and slit your goddamned throats in your sleep. Hell, they literally charged at me for their 'honor', and for the chance to stab me through the heart. You guys are lucky to not even have seen those people that I had to kill." With those words, Sullivan got up in direction of his room, and walked off, leaving the rest of the room in awe...
Room 102, After Sullivan's confrontation
Sullivan sighed and sets all of his gear down on a Nearby table, too tired to clean his weapon and sort his gear. After locking the door and putting out the candle, he falls flat onto the bed for some well deserved rest without paying a thought to the seemingly outdated surroundings...
Room 102, The Next morning.
Sullivan slowly wakes up yawning, looking around at the old fashioned room that he slept in. "Well.. It could be worse." He grumbled as he gets up, still hungover, walks over to his gear. He starts with checking the pockets on his uniform, "Huh, let's see, this pouch is still full of mags, and this one has an empty mag. Thank God I packed up more than usual before hitting the beaches." As he reaches over to check his weapon, he notices a gash on his uniform. "That must've been where the Jap slashed me, thank God it didn't dig through into my side", he chuckles as he cleans his Thompson, the gun which has served him well through all of these engagements, and kept clean and well-oiled. As he checks his general purpose bag, he finds the extra grenades he brought along, some extra rations, his canteen, some cash, some extra buckshot shells, and his trusty old lighter along with some cooking gear. On the ground next to the bag, his M1897 Trenchgun was still on it's sling, a gun that he used very little, and a gun that required very little maintenance due to it's rugged nature.
As he finishes checking his gear, "Oh right, I gotta pay for the drink and the room.." he said to himself. As he finishes putting his gear on, he checks his weapons one more time before heading out.
The Midnight Tavern's Lobby.
Sullivan puts his gear on, checks his gun one more time, and walked out into the narrow hallway of the hotel. As he approaches the relatively empty bar with the bartender, "How was the drink and room?" Sullivan asks. "60 Liens, Sir." The bartender replied. A groggy Sullivan replies, "Lien? Here's 60 dollars, keep the change." Sullivan puts 3 twenty dollar bills on the counter, and as he turn to leave, the bartender interrupts him, "What is this paper? I only accept Liens, not this crap." Sullivan gets increasingly frustrated at this young bartender, and puts his hands on his Thompson, "Look sonny, I don't know what you're making a fuss about, this is cold hard American dollars here, this is worth a lot more than your yen, lien, or whatever bullshit you use. Take it or leave it."
The bartender was about to say something when Celia walked in. "Max, is there a problem here?" The bartender is relieved to see Celia, "Captain Gracefell, Nice to see you, this stranger paid me in worthless paper."
At this point, Sullivan was extremely pissed at this innkeeper who just wouldn't let him pay, as he punches the table, "THESE ARE U.S DOLLARS! THEIR VALUE IS GUARRANTEED BY THE UNITED STATES MILITARY! EVERY BILL IS BACKED BY THE GOLD STANDARD!" Sullivan looks ready to execute the bartender on the spot for this disregard of legitimate twenty dollar bills, but doesn't ready his weapon out of respect for Celia.
Celia and the Innkeeper looks on in surprise as Celia asks as the question running through both hers and Max's mind. "What is Gold?" Sullivian looks at them with skepticism and realized somewhat Ironically it's going to be a long day...
Author's Note and this is fun to write I literally had to have actually take 2 days to fast check my writing with my 2 Friends, I also give Credit to Mr.1111 John and Drago On discord for helping me with recorrection and new Ideas. Also, Hint,Hint Chapter 3 will be written by me and Drago on Okinawa May 14th,1945 With Sergeant Roebuck,Private Miller and Polonsky I will ensure that both Roebuck and Polonsky survives, Also a Character of RWBY will be present on Earth. I won't name names but It has to do with Silver eyes warriors.
Now my reasons for Sullivan and The RWBY Character being in two different places Is because I want Renment and Earth's fates to be intertwined and Their souls split after their Physical body dies. Other then that Read and Review.