Chapter 5: The arrival
Yeah I'm still alive. I got diagnosed with this stupid thing called adulthood and I gotta say it fucking sucks. Having to work and pay bills, plus school is starting so that's going to eat up a lot of time. The story is still alive, just going to be really slow on updates from here on out. Who knows, maybe I'll learn how to write better while in college for better quality chapters.
"So, what's with the masks? I mean you guys can't be that ugly, right? Coco teased, referring to the balaclavas Alex and his squad wore.
"It's actually because we're so handsome, we have to keep our faces hidden so other guys have a chance with the ladies." Nick answered while winking at Coco who quirked an eyebrow at him.
"Well in Nicks case it's to keep men away. They're very attracted to him for some reason." Greg retorted and got a laugh from everyone on the bullhead.
"Okay first off; fuck you and secondly, look me in the eye and tell me he was not the most beautiful man any of us have ever seen." Nick looked over towards Coco and Velvet. "I shit you not, he was just as hot you two combined." Both were caught off guard by Nick's comment and had no response until Ivan chimed in.
"What Nick meant to say was that the guy was "pretty", but you two young ladies are prettier." Ivan casually stated. Not use to compliments, especially from guys, Velvet's face was redder than the Soviet flag, while Coco kept her cool but had a very subtle shade of pink across her cheeks that would've gone unnoticed except for the trained eyes of Alex and Greg, who noticed her blushing.
"Oh, stop it Ivan." Coco said while smiling. Alex, listening to the exchange decided he should change the subject before things got weird.
"To answer your question Coco, our balaclava's have multiple uses. Obviously, they're used to conceal our identities, never know who's out there and may want to do harm to you or people you know. They're good for keeping our faces warm in cold weather and protection against sand in desert environments. I personally enjoy the intimidation factor they provide. And you can fold it to be a neck gator or a beanie if you so desire." Alex finished explaining while CFVY listened with interest.
"Doesn't it get hot and uncomfortable wearing those all the time?" Velvet asked.
"Sometimes it does, but we're used to it and besides in a battlefield where your adrenaline is pumping like crazy, you tend to ignore small things like that." Alex finished while CFVY gave agreeing nods. Both the Russians and CFVY introduced each other and were having idle conversations to pass the time. It was quickly noted that Fox and Yatsu were not much for conversations. Other than introducing themselves, they've barley spoken at all. Not that it mattered too much seeing as how Coco's confident and outgoing attitude made up for it. And while Velvet seemed shy and skittish at first, she is just as talkative as Coco. Alex guessed that she was one of those "quiet at first, but will open when they're comfortable around you" type of people. The remaining few minutes of the flight was filled with general topics like how CFVY were huntsmen in training and Beacon was their school to train to fight the Grimm and stuff that everyone already knows. (And the author didn't feel like writing in the cliché talking points in almost every fanfic story). At the same time Alex, with experience in bullshitting and making up excuses to his superiors, could steer the conversations away from them by only giving very vague and general answers. It was working until Velvet asked a really specific question.
"So Alex, where are you guys from?" She asked. Ivan, Greg and Nick casually glanced at Alex, hoping he had a story they can roll with. Unfortunately, he didn't. However, luck must have been on their side when they heard the speakers come on.
"Sorry to interrupt, but we're approaching Beacon and will be landing shortly. It looks like Ozpin is already waiting for you at the docks." The pilot said to his passengers. Alex was thankful he didn't have to answer just yet on where they came from, but that window was closing fast. As the bullhead started its decent, the Russians looked out the side and took in the grand sight of Beacon Academy. It definitely looks like the prestigious school for Huntsman that Coco mentioned to them. Ozpin, with his trademark cane and coffee mug watched as team CFVY and four strangely dressed men exited the bullhead and made their way towards him.
"Well Miss Adel, I take the mission was successful?" Ozpin inquired, although he was more interested in the newcomers that arrived.
"Yes professor, but we really didn't do much, it was Alex and his friends that did most of the leg work. We just gave them a ride." Coco responded while pointing her thumb towards the Russians. Just like everyone else did, Ozpin was looking over them with great interest. He obviously noticed their strange attire, equipment and weapons but was focusing more on the finer details about them. He noticed the shoulder patch that depicted a parachute and a plane and with what he assumed was a flag in the background. The lettering on it was written in some language he couldn't read. The men had an air of discipline and professionalism that seemed to radiate off them. From the way they stood, to the trigger discipline they were demonstrating with their weapons, Ozpin could've sworn he was looking at some of Ironwoods soldiers. Speaking of their weapons, the way they held them sparked his curiosity. They were held in a position that if threatened, they could quickly bring them up and use them. Fortunately, they didn't show any sign of hostilities. If anything, they were looking at him the same way he was: filled with curiosity and trying to size him up. They definitely had his attention now.
"Did they now?" He asked and Coco simply nodded.
"They were the ones who radioed for help and fought off the Grimm while we made our way to the town." Velvet chimed in. Ozpin kept a straight face when he heard that information.
"So, you're the ones being hailed as the Saviors of Oxford?" Alex gave him a confused glance. "Word is already spreading about how four men defended the town from an army of Grimm. Seems I'm in the presence of local celebrities." He finished with a smile.
"That didn't take long." Greg said in response to how fast the word spread about their actions.
"To be fair sir, I wouldn't call us heroes or celebrities. We were just looking for a place to rest and get some food. We just happen to stumble into the chaos and when we saw the dead townsfolk we tried to leave." Alex said to Ozpin.
"And yet you found the survivors and stayed to help. You could've walked away and saved your own skins, but you didn't. You took the initiative to call for help and kept the people safe. So there's no need to be modest. You demonstrated skills and traits all Huntsmen should possess." Ozpin said while noticing his accent.
"Like we told Coco, we're not Huntsmen. We're just travelers from the south. But I understand what you're trying to say sir. Thank you." Alex responded, hoping the conversation can move on.
"Think nothing of it." Ozpin turned towards Coco. "Miss Adel, you and your team are dismissed. Be sure to log the mission hours in your records so you don't get penalized for missing todays classes."
"Yes professor. Alex, I'll catch you guys later." She said while giving a flirtatious wink towards him before walking away. Alex could only raise an eyebrow in response.
"Dude I think she likes you." Nick jokingly whispered to Alex.
"Now's not the time Nick." He whispered back. Ozpin cleared his throat to get their attention.
"Alex, was it? If you have a moment I would like to speak to you and your friends in my office. I have a few questions that hopefully you can answer."
"Ah shit, I guess the part where we explain where we're really from is coming up. Fuck it, no point in delaying the inevitable." He was about to agree until he felt a familiar rumble in his stomach. "Eh, I'll wait until after dinner. We'll do it sir, but first, me and my friends haven't eaten anything since yesterday. Would you mind if we grab some food from the cafeteria? I assume your school has one? What kind of stupid question is that? It's a school, of course they have one!" Ozpin just lightly chuckled.
"Yes, yes of course you can. Head through those doors, make a right and it'll be at the end of the hall. Just let the staff know I said it's okay and they can call me if they have a problem. Meet me in my office in an hour."
"Thank you, and your office is…?"
"Go back the way you came and take the elevator at the end of the hall to the top floor."
"We appreciate your hospitality. And we promise to answer any questions you have sir."
"I look forward to it. Oh, and you're free to take your weapons with you, but it should go without saying that they will stay on safe and not to be used as a threat to my students."
"Of course sir." The conversation ended with the Russians heading into the main building towards the cafeteria, while Ozpin watched from behind.
"Dressed for war, yet very polite and respectful. What an interesting group of men." Ozpin thought to himself.
Beacon Cafeteria
1645 hours
After a long day of classes and training, the students of Beacon finish the day off with dinner before heading back to their rooms to do homework or just unwind and relax. The room was filled with idle conversation and bustling with activity. Sitting amongst the crowd, is a very familiar group of teenage girls.
"Ruby! You're getting crumbs all over my notes!" Weiss shouted to her partner.
"Mph…sorry Weiss." Ruby said while still stuffing herself.
"Ugh, don't talk with your mouth full you dolt!"
"Calm down ice queen. Besides why are you doing your homework now? We have 'til next week." Yang asked.
"Some of us actually care about our schoolwork and education." The heiress responded.
"Come on Weiss, we're going to meet up with JNPR in the library later. Why don't you join us?" Ruby pleaded to her partner.
"No."
"Pleeaasssse?" Ruby asked grabbing on to Weiss's arm and doing her famous puppy dog face.
"Once again, no. And stop touching me." Weiss responded coldly as Ruby slumped down in sadness.
"You're no fun ice queen. Come on Rubes we'll have fun without her." Yang said while rubbing Ruby's back to cheer her up. "Hey Blake, you're coming with us, right?" She asked the final member of RWBY who was distracted by something across the room. "Blake? Hey, you still there?" She blinked a few times before turning back to Yang.
"Yeah I'm fine." The secret Faunus responded.
"You were staring across the room, what were you looking at?" The brawler asked.
"Those guys in the corner table, I've never seen them before." Yang and Weiss turned to look, while Ruby was still feeling down about Weiss not wanting to hang out. The three remaining members looked upon the Russians with great curiosity.
"You think they're new students?" Yang asked.
"I don't think so, they look too old to be students." Blake replied.
"Well they don't look much older than us." Yang said with a light smirk.
"What are they wearing? Their clothes look so rugged and cumbersome." Weiss commented.
"I think their outfits look cool." Yang responded.
"But where did they come from?" Blake asked.
"Wherever they're from, they have weird weapons." Weiss responded.
"Seriously, those guys are armed to the teeth. Who needs that many weapons?" *SWOOSH* "Hey, where'd Ruby go?" A confused Yang asked.
A few minutes earlier
The Russians got plenty of weird looks and glances from the students and staff, but they were hungry, tired and didn't give a fuck what anyone thought. They found the cafeteria and got food without any hindrance from the staff, much to their relief. Right now, they were sitting at a table in the corner furthest away from the students, enjoying their first meal since the "incident". Without their helmets and balaclavas on, they looked like regular people. There really wasn't anything special about their appearance. They were young men with clean shaven faces and short, clean cut hair. Alex had dark brown hair and eyes that bore into your soul when he looked at you. Nick also had brown eyes but his hair was a lighter brown and slightly longer than the rest. His only other distinctive feature was that permeant smirk on his face. Greg had black hair that was neatly combed to the right that complimented his blue eyes. And finally, Ivan was sporting the classic tall, blonde hair, blue eyed, Aryan master race look. If he was a German during the second world war, he would have been on a recruiting poster for the SS. But anyone who hung out with him, knew he was best described as "the gentle giant."
"So we're all in agreement that we're telling Ozpin the whole truth?" Alex asked his squad mates, who all nodded in agreement.
"Yes, sooner or later people are going to start asking questions and with our new found "fame" from Oxford, someone's going to find out about us. Might as well get it over with. Besides, when you said we were travelers from the south, he had look on his face like he didn't believe you. He could probably tell if we try to bullshit him." Greg reasoned.
"Yup all in and balls to the wall. Just do it fast like bandage." Nick said.
"If anything, what's the worst that can happen?" Ivan asked.
"Oh why did you have to say that big guy? Now something is definitely going to go wrong." Nick said while facepalming.
"Stop being dramatic. In case you forgot, we have these cameras on our helmets." Alex said while pointing to his helmet." If I learned anything in life, is that a picture is worth a thousand words and seeing is believing. These things were on when we were in Syria and they were on when we got here so if he doesn't believe us, we show him the camera feed." Alex explained.
"Good thing we had those, it makes things so much simpler." Ivan said.
"Now that we got that stuff out of the way, let's talk about the real issues. For starters, why are there so many hot girls in this school and why weren't they around when I was in school?" Nick did bring up a good point. Everyone couldn't help but notice all the young, attractive girls that populated Beacon.
"I know. There's just something about a girl in a school uniform that drives me nuts." Greg said.
"Alex, didn't you go to a prep school that required a uniform?" Ivan asked.
"Ugh don't remind me. But I agree with Greg, the schoolgirl uniform is a lovely sight." The Russians continued their conversations, unaware that everyone's favorite red reaper was quietly sneaking up behind them, ogling their weapons while she did. Normally Ruby is very open and upfront about people's weapons, however her sister and team mates kindly informed her that she needs to stop getting in people's personal space about their weapons. Since she promised not to bother people, she did the next best thing: Quietly sneak up behind them without them knowing to look at their weapons. She felt like a kid locked in a store that sold toys, candy and puppies all at once when it came to the Russian weapons. She was practically drooling over Alex and Nick's assault rifles, Ivan's machine gun, Greg's sniper rifle and the pistols they all had holstered on their sides. Ruby couldn't take it anymore.
"Must. Touch. Weapons." She screamed in her head. "Ooh, that's a nice-looking pistol, just a quick touch." She slowly reached out towards the holstered pistol…only for a gloved hand to grab her wrist with lightning fast reflexes, causing her to yelp in surprise. Ruby tried to break free but the man had a very firm grip on her. What surprised her the most was that his back was to her and not even looking at her.
"You know, it's very rude to sneak up on people and try and take their weapons." Alex said in a casual tone while looking over his shoulder towards Ruby.
"Iwasnttryingtostealyourgunijustwantedtotouchitandmaybeholditbecauseitlookedreallycooland…" Her unintelligible rambling was stopped when Alex released his grip on her wrist and used it to cover her mouth. She looked at him wide eyed while he had a light smirk on his face.
"Now I want you to take a deep breath, and say that again only slower and calmer. Do you understand?" Ruby nodded her head.
"Okay, one more time." Alex said while removing his hand from her mouth. She slowly inhaled, then exhaled just like he said.
"Iwasnttryingtostealyourgunijustwantedtotouchitandmaybeholditbecauseitlookedreallycooland…" Alex facepalmed while the rest of the table had amused looks on their faces. He looked up and saw three more girls approaching their table.
"Now what?" He thought, as Yang came up to him.
"Sorry about my sister, she's really enthusiastic about weapons." She said.
"Sister? You two look nothing alike." Nick said, stating the obvious.
"We get that a lot, Yang and I are half-sisters." Ruby explained while the Russians accepted the answer.
"Right, well it's fine, but for future reference if you want to look at our weapons you can just ask." Alex said.
"Ooh can I look at them now!?" Ruby asked with stars in her eyes.
"Sorry, but we have a meeting with Professor Ozpin coming up." Ivan said to little red riding hood.
"What does the Headmaster want with you guys?" Weiss asked, being nosy.
"I believe that's between us and the headmaster." Greg said in a flat tone.
"Well it's been nice meeting you young ladies, but we're going to go smoke before our meeting." Alex said, trying to find an excuse to leave early.
"You can't smoke on school grounds! And besides it's disgusting." Weiss scolded the Russians who only shrugged.
"Don't worry, we won't get caught." Nick said with confidence. And with that, the Russians said one last goodbye to RWBY before heading outside to go smoke and listen to Nick talk about the size of Yang's chest.
"Ugh, what a bunch of degenerates." Weiss chided.
"They seem like cool guys, might be fun to hang out with them." Yang said.
"I hope we see them again, their weapons looked so cool." Ruby practically squealed.
"We never got their names or why they were here." Blake said.
"Well then let's make sure we definitely see them again." Ruby responded.
"Hmm, four humans in strange clothing, with weird guns and equipment. It couldn't be the guys from the news. Can it?" Blake thought to herself.
Ozpins office
"Have a seat gentleman." Ozpin gestured to his guests who readily complied. "I must say you're a lot younger than I thought you would be."
"Thank you, sir. I like the whole clock theme you have going on." Alex said referring to the design of Ozpins office.
"You're very polite and respectful. And yet, you boys look like you're ready for a war. There is only one kingdom on Remnant with any formal military, and you're definitely not from there. And you're too well trained and equipped to be simple travelers from the south. So tell me, who are you four?" Ozpin wasted no time in his questioning.
"Straight to the point then? Well professor, have you ever heard of the Russian Federation?" Alex asked.
"Can't say that I have."
"What about life after death?"
"Where are you going with this?"
"My name is Sgt. Alexander Volkov, that's Sgt. Gregory Fedorov, Cpl. Nicholas Stepanov and Cpl. Ivan Sokolov. We are part of the Russian Airborne Troopers and well…we died."
A/N:
-Hopefully I didn't fuck away the character interactions.
-Okay you can definitely tell I'm taking short cuts writing this. I can't be the only one who get's tired reading about stuff we already know about. We know what the main characters look like, we know about the plot elements and we know about the stuff in the universe i.e. dust, aura, semblance etc. So why do we to always put it in? Yeah,yeah so guys new to the fandom can understand and all that, but really anyone who reads or writes fan fiction typically have already seen or read the original series it's based off of. But that's just my opinion.
-If you have any suggestions on how the story should progress, please let me know. Honestly I'm just making this up as I go along. I've spent hours pacing around my room trying to act out the story in my head so it makes sense. I'm one of those guys who has these great ideas in my head, but I can't put it on paper in way that makes sense. Kinda sucks actually.
-On a lighter note, Vol.5 is coming soon and hopefully we get good character development. I enjoy the fan theories about what they think is going to happen. There's the one where they think Winter is going to die, especially with what she said in that trailer: "I'm not always going to be around to save you." I can see the possible foreshadowing but remember this isn't Game of Thrones. There's the one where Cinder pulls a Prince Zuko a becomes a good guy. Maybe Pyrrha's soul is affecting her or maybe she is feeling regret, who knows? And one I found interesting is that Pyrrha comes back as a Grimm warrior controlled by Salem who tries to kill everyone. That could be interesting as it will fuck with everyone's mind, especially Jaune's. I can see her saying stuff like "Why did you leave me to die?" or "We could've been something!" You know, stuff that will mess with his head. But again that's just me.
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