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Falling, that's one thing the Freelancers were used to. During the heist for the Sarcophagus, Wash and Carolina leapt off a building that was hundreds of feet high. The launch from the cliffs paled in comparison. As they glided through the air, both freelancers did a quick scan of their surroundings on where can they possibly land while also making sure that there teammates were fine. All of the reds and blues were scattered as they were launched, so finding them was a priority for later since they have proven that they are capable of taking care of themselves. Now, they must focus on making sure they won't die upon landing first.
Carolina spotted a tree big enough to support her weight and Wash's so she grabbed her grapple gun and aimed towards it. "Grab on" she told him.
Wash placed both of his arms around her waist and asked "Grab on? What does that-" He paused, as he now know what Carolina's plans were.
*Thwip* *Thunk* The grapple hook latched on to the tree.
"Oh God!" Wash yelled as they were quickly pulled towards it. Once they were close enough, Carolina deactivated the gun and grabbed on a branch quickly pulling herself up with Wash following suit. The two quickly pulled out their guns and peered through their scopes to look out for any possible danger while searching for their friends. They could see a few of them frantically waving and spreading their arms to help them glide and could hear their faint screams echoing throughout the woods.
Washington placed down his rifle and sat on the branch to cool off for a bit. They were in no hurry after all and taking out grimm wasn't that much of a problem for them. Carolina however was still busy looking through her gun's scope to find out where the temple containing the relics might be.
"So, uh... I guess this makes us partners?" Washington asked her.
Carolina pointed down her gun and turned to face him. "Yes, I guess it does." she replied.
"So, what do we do first?"
"Hmm" she resumed to look towards the forest. "We should try to regroup with the others to check if they're alright. After that, we can go find the relics." She hopped down after.
"Sounds like a plan" Washington also hopped down and followed her.
Grif hadn't felt his blood rush like this since he was back at boot camp. His cholesterol filled blood coursing right through his veins as he was sent flying from the ramps as part of initiation. Why couldn't the headmaster make things easy for them, he thought. Why resort to this mode of doing shit. It's as if that everywhere they go, crazy things tend to happen to them.
As he saw that he was quickly approaching to the ground, he grabbed the 'Grifshot' from his back and fired his weapon like there was no tomorrow to soften his landing. But this proved to be futile as he was so overweight, the recoil didn't even budge him in the slightest. He quickly saw a big tree and stabbed his weapon on the trunk to slow him down. He was now dangling from it as if he was on Sidewinder when the Meta nearly pulled him to drown in the freezing waters.
This is why he hated school. The boring lectures, the abundant amount of homework given, waking up early, and now being yeeted into the woods filled with dangerous beasts lurking around to prove if they are worthy of attending the academy. It's as if the world was trying to get back at him for dropping out from college and investing his time eating at Sammie Raphaello's.
"WATCH OUT!" a familiar voice yelled.
"Huh?". Grif then spotted Simmons hurling towards him.
"Go land somewhere else!" He yelled back at his maroon friend.
"I can't! I'm sorry!" Simmons grabbed on to Grif's legs, pulling him from the tree and the two fell into the ground. Both of them were protected from the impact due to their armor, but Simmons was unlucky to have Grif fall right onto his back as he landed face first.
"Aw, damn it." Simmons groaned as he stood up.
"So, what now? I didn't pay any attention to Ozzy's speech so fill me in." Grif asked him.
"Well, according to the headmaster, the first person you make eye contact with will be your partner for the next four years. So I guess this makes us partners."
"I'm cool with that. Especially since I get to have you doing my homework."
"*Sigh* and we also must find a temple containing relics. That's probably what the others are doing right now so let's go."
"That means we have to walk. God fucking damn it."
For JD, this was nothing compared to being dropped off from orbit. The only difference though was that he was not in his pod so he needed to devise a landing strategy. He wasn't launched as high like the other initiates so once he sees the ground quickly approaching, he curls up into a ball and did a safety roll. His armor protected him from the impact especially with his rucksack protecting his back from possibly injuries. The ODST stood up and aimed his SMG at a few Creeps stalking the forest. Once they were all dead, he took a quick scan of his surroundings to make sure he was alone. Everything seemed fine for now.
*Rustle* *Rustle*
The honorary member of the reds aimed his gun at a nearby bush. He prepared himself as his finger was now on the trigger itching for it to pull it down and spray bullets at his foe.
The trooper slowly took a few steps forward before-
"Esperar"(Wait.)" a robotic voice came from behind.
Luckily, it was just Lopez who stepped outside the bush greeting the ODST. His arms were up and forming to that of a surrender since JD was still aiming his SMG at him.
The trooper relaxed upon seeing the robot and lowered his gun. The ODST walked towards him and saw that a line of trees were demolished and a crater was formed on where the Spanish speaking robot could have possibly landed.
"Eres solo tu?" (Is it just you?) Lopez asked him. JD only shrugged his shoulders as a response.
"Bueno, esto es mil veces mejor que tener un metrosexual rosado pretendiendo entenderte." (Well, this is a thousand times better than having a pink metrosexual pretending to understand you.)
Lopez grabbed his SAW and used his scanner to locate the temple and for any possible hostiles.
He walked over to where the temple might be with JD following behind.
Doc grabbed his rocket launcher and fired upon the ground to slow his descent. O'malley was the one who is currently taking the reins as he was braver than the purple medic.
"Yes! Yes! Haha. This is almost as exciting as littering the ground with corpses mwahahahaha. Taste explosions you stupid foliage hahaha!" O'malley laughed maniacally as he fired rockets onto the poor forest floor and trees, destroying and burning them.
As he continued with his rampage, a pair of arms grabbed his back.
"Yoink!"
Dr. Gray said as she tackled the schizophrenic medic mid air.
"Let go of me witch doctor!"
Doc yelled as both medics were sent tumbling onto the grass unscathed.
Dr. Grey giggled as she stood up, dusting her armor clean. She sees Doc groaning on the ground with his rocket launcher at his side. She decided to help him up.
"What a coincidence Doc. You know what they say. Us medics need to stick together!" she chirped.
"I don't think they actually said any of those Dr. Grey." Doc said as he awkwardly rearranged his helmet.
"Oh please, just call me Emily would you?"
Before they could go on to collect the relics, the two medical professionals of the reds and blues could hear a bunch of low rumbling growls, hisses and rustling of nearby plants.
"Oh dear." she muttered.
"Stay behind me and allow me to show them what true baptism of fire really looks like!" O'malley ordered as he aimed his rocket launcher.
A small pack of beowulves sprang out of the bushes and charged towards them.
"Yes! Say hello to the devil for me as I send you to his domain! Mwahahahaha!" O'malley fired his rockets onto the incoming grimm.
*KABOOM*
"What the blazes was that?!" Sarge exclaimed as he cocked his shotgun, ready to engage his enemies. "Simmons, operations for!-" Sarge took a look at his surroundings and realized his most trusted underling wasn't there.
"Oh, right. Now... what would Simmons do?"
He mimicked Simmons' voice and accent "Now sir, I believe that we need math to calculate the trajectory of falling and killing our enemies. Gotta get my calculator, bleep bloop."
"And Grif would probably say." He then did a terrible impression of him. "Ugh, I'm so lazy and disgusting, I should just go take a nap and rot. Blegh." Sarge shook his head and steeled himself and began talking to himself.
"Nonsense Sarge! You never needed those knuckleheads to achieve something in life!"
"Sir yes sir me!"
"Now, let's charge in guns blazing and show our enemies what we're made of!"
"Oorah!"
Sarge yelled as he ran towards the source of the noise. He then aimed his gun at the nefarious beasts only to come across Donut standing next to a decapitated ursa with a grenade he tossed up and down in his hands and a HYDRA MLRS magnetically attached to his armor. The dead ursa's body began to disappear as Donut took notice of Sarge standing in front of him, still as a statue.
"Oh hey Sarge~" Donut greeted him cheerily. "Fancy meeting you here. Oh boy does this initiation fill me up with excitement that I'm just about ready to blow my load. I could just imagine it. Colonel Sarge and Double-O Donut, blasting our enemies up and saving the day!"
"Sounds of despair!" Sarge all but yelled towards the sky.
Tucker slashed his sword onto a tall tree to prevent him from crashing into it. The aqua swordsman did a superhero landing while posing. He was hoping to partner up with chicks for his time at Beacon but, eh... what are the odds? He just has to be lucky to hook up with one. That is until-
"Oh my God! Tucker, is that you!?"
That's it. His day was ruined. Seriously, anyone but him! Why is it that of all people, Caboose happened to be the one to find him.
"We're partners! I'm so excited, we can have sleepovers together, we can color books and drawings, eat snacks, and watch cartoons!"
Yep, and to add salt to the wound, he was going to be his partner for the next four years.
"Isn't this exciting Freckles!?"
(YES CAPTAIN CABOOSE), the gun intoned.
Tucker groaned sadly.
The only way to make this less painful was to at least have Carolina and Wash on the team. According to what Ozpin said, teams are made up of four people, with two pairs of the members being partners. So, objective number one, find Wash and Carolina before some strangers claim them.
Tucker dragged along Caboose until his eye caught something to his liking. A blonde haired girl with lilac eyes walking alongside a raven haired beauty with a big bow on her head.
You know what, scratch that. Smooth talk to those two bombshells into joining his team first and then find Wash and Carolina later.
Initiation pt. 1- END
