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Adrian Foulke, was a 16 year old hunter in training standing at 5'7 with short, jet black hair, ocean blue eyes, and an athletic frame that fit his active hunter lifestyle. He wore a red leather jacket his father, Larry 'Pixy' Foulke, once owned with a white t shirt underneath, a pair of black jeans, black shoes and black leather gloves. He was training at Signal with many other hunters and huntresses in training, all of whom were wanting to be in the Grimm Hunting profession for one reason or another. His reason was so that he could make sure any and all people he could help wouldn't be without a father like he was. He remembered his father one day not returning several years ago, the day he recalled so clearly being the day that Mountain Glenn fell to the Grimm and being totally overwhelmed. It was also the day he decided to become a Hunter. He openly admitted that his father was the reason he wanted to be a Hunter. He constructed his first weapon at the age of 14 and he began training back at 13, he was into it pretty deeply as well as aircraft. Ever since he was a baby he was deeply interested in flying above the clouds.

On this day, he was going through his father's room at home during off time away from Signal Academy, the place he was training at for his profession. After he would graduate here, he would head straight to Beacon Academy, often considered to be the best academy to ever exist. He found a few mementos his father kept during his time in the Vale air force, such as medals and trophies from high school. Swimming and general athletic sports and the like. Regardless, he found something within a filing cabinet that was off to the side in his father's old room. He opened up the cabinet and his eyes widened as soon as he saw what was in it. His brow furrowed as he read further into what the files called the ADFX-01 Morgan. It was labelled as a multi-purpose fighter which, according to other documents, was the most advanced fighter ever designed. It had a reinforced air-frame and armor along with a force shield generator inside which could actually keep the plane from being damaged as long as it had power. The power would drain as damage was taken but would regenerate over time. It was almost as though the plane itself had Aura.

"Was this... my father's legacy? Was this... his greatest achievement?" Adrian asked himself as he sat down on a chair. He mulled over what he had just learned as he saw one last document in the file cabinet. It read as follows: 'ADFX-01 Morgan has been moved to testing airfield outside of Mountain Glenn and will remain there until tests are complete. Orders signed by the director of the Vale Aerospace R&D team, Dr Maxis. Date: September 30th, 2047.' Adrian looked at a map and saw that there was an airfield outside of Mountain Glenn, which was south of Vale and overrun with Grimm. It was a huge risk, but in his mind, he wanted to be close to his father in some way. Perhaps this... ADFX-01 Morgan might be the answer. He somehow felt... drawn to it as he put the location in his Scroll and prepared to head out. He grabbed his weapon and then went outside, heading for Mountain Glenn in the late Evening hours, He would get his father's jet back as he somehow knew if he didn't get it back, no one would.

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Ryko, that's who he was, right? He was an android, model M-66 assassin android, fully equipped and deadly to anything in his path. He felt things no other android model he knew of could, questions he wanted answers to, Questions like what was his purpose for having a personality? Why bother with him? Would he live once he was finished his mission?

MICRO-FUSION CORE OUTPUT - 2%

A fusion core... it was at least something he understood. According to his data banks, they were not standard for all androids, even Atlas felt it was cheaper to use Dust or other kinds of power for their androids. As he watched in his mind, the percentage began to rapidly rise. In roughly ten seconds, the 2% became 100%. His barely feeling mind began to deduce that he was witnessing some sort of diagnostics scan or startup sequence. Considering he was coming online for the first time, he never had actually seen one despite him knowing what the process contained. The text disappeared once more as the cursor appeared alone once more. It then skipped across the screen as another list of words were typed out.

PRIMARY MOTION SYSTEMS - ONLINE

It was at that moment that He felt feeling in his body for the first time, feelings of cold air and the feeling of extremities briefly overloaded his processor until it stabilized with his adaptive circuitry. Although he was unable to bring himself to move. Why? Once more, the text disappeared as the lonely cursor typed out another line of text that he could understand.

CEREBRAL SENSORY FUNCTIONS - ONLINE

It was then that he felt the ability to actually feel come to him, emotions began to wash over him as he was not in a stupor of any sort. He was awake and aware. He felt the questions he held inside burn brighter and his thought processes were amplified. Before he could even think about this any further, the cursor once more stuttered across his field of vision while spelling out another trail of letters in its wake.

AUDIO RECOGNITION SYSTEM - ONLINE

And then it happened. He heard sound. Some distant quiet electronic humming and a few beeps and blips. But what caught his attention the most was the sound of a single voice muttering quietly. It might have been inaudible to a regular man's set of ears, but his audio receptors picked up the vocal emissions coming from a man he could clearly hear speaking to himself at a low volume.

"Excellent, excellent... All is going well. No glitches or malfunctions to be seen. Just one more step." It was a voice he did not recognize. It was rough and scratchy, but gentle, being that of a man he did not know. Then again, he didn't recognize anything about the world at all, thus he decided to be patient and wait for the next function to be restored. Maybe he could actually communicate to the person who was overseeing the whole thing and get some answers. Turns out he did not have to wait long before the cursor once more moved across the blackness, leaving two rows of text.

VOICE GENERATION UNIT - ONLINE

OPTIC SENSORS - ONLINE

That was the last step Ryko needed. It was then that his vision turned on and his eyes opened up for the first time. However, what he actually saw at first was a bit disorienting. Instead of seeing anything, he saw nothing but static filling his optical sensors. But in just a few seconds, it began to clear and left him with crystal clear vision, so clear he could make out the tiniest of details from miles away. However, his surroundings were not at all what he expected as he found himself leaning back somewhat against a slanted wall of sorts. Or rather, an operating table to work on machines like him.

The room was... all metal, highly advanced alloys coated the walls, ceiling and floor, extremely resistant to heat and radiation as pointed out by his scanners. A large computer screen was ahead of him at the far end of the room. The screen seemed to be showing various statistics and readings on a bipedal machine of sorts. It was only being displayed as a wire frame image. And while he felt the ability to move, he could not move any of his limbs at all. Was he being restrained? As he remained motionless, the same voice as before spoke up somewhere out of his field of vision. Somewhere behind him? "Ah, perfect! All primary systems are functioning properly. So far, so good."

Unsure if he should say anything, Ryko remained silent and still to play it safe while his optics glanced around. It was then that the voice seemed to speak to him directly. "Well then... Uh... Hello there. Can you hear me? Can you see me?"

Even while trying to glance at things out of the corner of his optics, he could still see no one around him whatsoever. "I hear you, but I cannot see you." Ryko replied as he tried to turn his head left and right, but still couldn't see who was speaking.

"Oh! My apologies, I am so sorry. I was working on some last minute touch ups before I was finished with you, I'll uh... I'll get up in front I guess." He heard the man speak before he saw him walk out from behind him. He was an older looking man, fair skinned and standing at 5'6 with golden yellow eyes and a balding head with grey hairs on either side of his head. His demeanor was friendly, that much that Ryko could tell honestly as he then waved at him with a calm yet somewhat excited smile. "So... At last, we meet. How do you feel? Calm? Confused? Angry?" He asked as Ryko wasn't certain as to how to respond at first.

"I... I don't know. But... Who are you?" Ryko asked as the scientist seemed mildly flustered as he took a step back while chuckling briefly.

"Oh, of course. I suppose I should introduce myself. I am Doctor Groph. And, as I'm sure you're aware, you only just came online for the first time a minute ago." He introduced as Ryko nodded, noting an internal clock which showed how long he had been active and another which showed the time of day, currently set to Mistral's time zone.

"Why am I restrained?" Ryko asked as Dr Groph sighed.

"I wanted to be certain that you would remain stable when you were brought online and not lash out from a power surge or something. It would seem the resistors I put in place did their job well." He explained as he walked over to Ryko. "Here, I'll undo these restraints immediately." He added as he went over to his computer and inputted a series of commands and with a few clicks, the restraints were retracted while Ryko stood up with immense precision and gave a small hop off of the operating table and landed without much problem. Though there was a bit of a clang which made Dr Groph wince a bit.

"Take it easy please, I don't want dents in the floor." He requested as Ryko nodded silently before he took in his form overall. It was like he was a human, skin covering his entire being, covering the armor underneath, a civilian mode, a disguise to pass of as human if needed. He did not possess the reproductive organs a human male would have between his legs, instead it was as if he were a mannequin. Going from the bottom up, his feet had 5 toes, just like any human, his legs were muscular in shape, holding powerful hydraulics within along with impact compensators for jumps and long falls. His torso held his ammo for his built in weapons such as his Pulse Rifles in his left and right arms, which would deploy via his forearms and hands splitting open to reveal the barrels and the firing mechanisms. His upper torso, at the level a heart would be, directly in the center was where the Micro Fusion Core was. Essentially his heart, it provided all the power he required to function. His clawed hands, covered up due to him being in Civilian Mode rather than Combat mode, could fire fibercord cables which were near impossible to break and could be used to either restrain someone, drag them over if his claws dug into them or to climb up a vertical surface thanks to the motors inside his fingers being extremely powerful despite their small size. His shoulders contained mini rocket pods which could destroy tanks. His head was where his central computer and secondary processors lied, giving him more processing power than most computers that existed up to that point. In his two optical sensors were two high focus lasers which could cut through almost anything.

He then turned back to Dr Groph. "Dr, may I please have a mirror?" He asked as Dr Groph looked surprised at the request.

"Erm... all right. Here." He said as he wheeled a large full size mirror over to Ryko. He slowly walked up to it as he examined the face Dr Groph had chosen for him. It was very human like, his optics colored white except for a blue iris and a black pupil. His hair was colored jet black and neatly kept in a messy, but also under control look overall. He touched his face with his fingers, feeling the recognizable sensation of touching skin. He also noted his height, being at 7 feet tall exactly.

"Is this... me?" He asked curiously as he looked himself over. "My designation... no... my name is Ryko." He said as he accessed it from his internal data banks. Dr Groph once more was surprised by this.

"You already know who you are... do you know what model of android you are?" He asked as Ryko nodded.

"I am a M-66 Assassin Android, built for infiltration and assassination missions. I am fully equipped and ready for any mission given to me." Ryko said evenly.

"Excellent. I'm glad to see that. All your systems' readings are just fine and there are no malfunctions, so I would say that this project has been a success so far." Dr Groph said as he was monitoring a computer that showed the internal wire-frame design of Ryko himself. Ryko saw several systems he already knew of, but also saw one he didn't understand the exact nature of; the Adaptive Systems. He looked down at Dr Groph as his curiosity got the better of him.

"Doctor, what are my... Adaptive Systems' capabilities?" He asked as Dr Groph was quiet for a second after that, trying to figure out how to put it.

"Ryko, you've been outfitted with a set of subroutines that will let you adapt and counter any kind of situation you find yourself in, whether it's being put on the defensive or requiring to learn a new skill, this system will allow you to do so with great efficiency." Dr Groph explained. Ryko nodded as he looked over his systems, all functioning within 100% efficiency. He still had several questions in his head that he wanted to have answers to.

"Dr, considering you created me, would that make you my father?" Ryko asked as his question got a flustered chuckle out of the scientist.

"Well, if you want to get technical, I suppose I do qualify as that. I created you, I gave you life, so, here we are. Although I wasn't exactly planning on being a father figure to anyone. Although you are far from being a child. I programmed you with the mentality of someone going through the earliest stages of adulthood. More than anything, I think we'd be perhaps best as friends rather than family." Dr Groph said in some degree of embarrassment while Ryko nodded complacently.

"Very well Dr, I feel perhaps we should discuss the reason you activated me." Ryko suggested as Dr Groph nodded.

"Ah, yes, erm... the Mistral council wants to test you to your fullest, and to do this, they want you to go to Beacon academy in Vale." Dr Groph stated as Ryko tilted his head.

"Wouldn't it be better to test my skills in a testing site?" He asked as Dr Groph shook his head.

"No, they wanted to see how well you could blend into society, so they want you to attend there to see precisely how well you can both infiltrate any ranks and your combat effectiveness overall. I did not wish for that, as it could strain relationships with other kingdoms immensely, but the Mistral council insisted. I just hope you're as outstanding in performance as I hope you are." Dr Groph explained as Ryko was quiet for a second.

"My mission is to test how well I can blend into the general population and to asses my combat effectiveness. Is that correct?" He asked as Dr Groph nodded.

"That is correct. You will leave for Beacon in two hours, you will be piloting a prototype aircraft to Beacon yourself, the ASF-X Shinden II. I was hoping however, we could speak to one another and perhaps develop your personality a bit before you leave." Dr Groph said with a smile as Ryko blinked complacently.

"Very well, I have a few more questions to ask you in the meantime." Ryko said as Dr Groph motioned to a steel chair nearby.

"Please, let us have a seat together and we can get started." Dr Groph insisted as Ryko sat down and the two began to talk, Ryko absorbing all the answers to his questions, this being possibly the start of the book that was his life.

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Overlord of Cybertropolis, one of, if not, the most promising warrior out of the entire Cybertronian race, was proving himself to the High Council that he should be the one to embark on the journey to the kingdoms of Remnant to establish relations with them. The gladiator was going up against a pair of Slice Hound Grimm and was utterly dominating them. His towering robot form was unable to be harmed effectively by the Slice Hounds, he had only achieved this form by extreme training in order to achieve what so many other Cybertronians could not. Normally, he stood at around 7ft tall, towering over most Humans and Cybertronians alike, at least in their normal forms, with purple hair, blood red eyes, a muscular figure and utilized mostly his own two hands in a fight, but when things got rough, he used his two weapons, Mega and Giga, a Sub Machine gun and a Grenade Launcher respectively. His current form, his unlocked robotic 'True Cybertronian' form as it was called, was taller than most other 'True Cybertronians' at around 4 stories or 40ft tall, principally blue in his chestplate, bracers and greaves, with white cladding on his arms and legs, purple exhaust vents on his shoulders, and a blue helmet with a pronounced central crest, and just like his normal form, his eyes, or rather, optical sensors, were red.

The way Cybertronians' bodies function was vastly different than any other species on Remnant, they were forged in their earliest stages, Protoforms, and given their life from a Spark, the heart of a Cybertronian and the thing that made up what a Cybertronian was and every one was different. It was also their soul, which was why they were able to use Aura at all, perhaps to an even greater extent than a human or Faunus. Their bodies were comprised of metals and their skin a rubbery substance that felt almost exactly like skin and hair. Their internal structure wasn't filled with the flesh and blood organs like a Human's or Faunus' were. Instead, they were filled with mechanical parts. Instead of running off of food and water, the Cybertronians' diet consisted of a substance called Energon, their lifeblood, fuel and energy source. It was something that was created naturally on their continent of Primus, which was named after their god of creation, as either energon crystals or in liquid form in rivers underground or in rare cases on the surface. It could be synthesized using every dust type all at once being super heated to melting and fused into the element. Overlord had come from the Cybertronian city of Tarn and had been a gladiator for most of his life. Cybertronians also didn't age the same way organics did, never appearing a day over 25 and never having to go through an infant stage, they started with the psychological minds of adults and that was basically it. He had heard of the opportunity to go overseas and jumped at the chance to prove himself to the Cybertronian High Council.

Back to the present, Overlord kicked one Slice Hound into a wall, then smashed his fist into its body, making it crumble inwards with black blood spilling everywhere. The Slice Hound died before it hit the floor. The other one jumped onto Overlord's back and furiously tried to claw his way through the mechanical monster before him. Overlord instead grabbed the Grimm and held its head with one hand and grabbed its rear legs with the other before pulling in opposite directions, the Grimm didn't last long as its torso was torn into two pieces. Overlord threw both halves away as the Grimm both disintegrated into shadows shortly after. Overlord then turned to the High Council who were watching from above. "Ain't that enough for ya?" He asked as he had narrowed optics. "Or do I have to kill more to impress ya?"

The Council members looked at each other and spoke to determine if Overlord would go or not. The council was comprised of Halogen, one of the most reasonable bots one could find. Ratbat, a corrupt individual who wanted to keep himself in power at any cost. Contrail, an unyielding bot who wanted to counter any kind of change and could make one say things they don't mean, turn one's own words against them. Drivetrain, a stern bot who, once his mind was made up, couldn't be changed without serious effort. And finally Sigil, who stood for the Guilds; the Caste system which kept much of the Cybtertronian population in line. They all nodded to each other and turned back to Overlord. "We have decided Overlord, that you are fit to go to Beacon as our representative." Halogen said as Drivetrain nodded.

"I personally would have chosen someone else, but I was outvoted." Drivetrain admitted with some disdain.

"Your power in battle and in mind will show them that we Cybertronians are not anyone to be trifled with. Give them something to think about, yeah?" Ratbat asked with a sly grin as Overlord smirked.

"Oh, I know I will." Overlord said excitedly.

"Don't forget, you cannot give them the impression you're weak, you wouldn't want them to think we're easy prey, would you?" Sigil asked as Overlord shook his head.

"Not in a millennium." Overlord promised as Contrail was the last one to speak.

"You will make certain they fear and respect us as well? To make sure they will remember who can be with their best and even surpass them?" Contrail asked as Overlord raised a fist.

"I'll make sure I surpass 'em all!" He promised as all the council members nodded.

"Then go Overlord, we will send word to the kingdoms of that you are to attend their school of Beacon to show them you can rise up and destroy all in your path." Sigil ordered.

"All the kingdoms will know your name and you will be treated as our representative. Do not abuse this, or we will revoke it at the touch of a button." Ratbat threatened as Overlord nodded.

"I understand." He stated as he leaped into the air and transformed into his jet mode, around 30 feet in length and only 15 feet in width, more like a fighter/bomber prototype than anything else. He blasted away into the skies towards Vale, confirmation for his leaving made the instant the council approved of it, ready to prove himself as the strongest out there and to be one to be feared. More than other people, more than the Grimm, more than anyone who had ever lived.

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Welder Oxide, native of Vauco and huntsman in training, was a local legend known as 'The Junkman' with how he could fix anything that had an engine in it. He was a young man of around 17, standing at 5'5, had dark brown hair, tanned skin from the Vauco sun, acidic green eyes, a muscular body from all the work he did and an overall friendly face. He wore a pair of overalls, a grey t shirt, a pair of orange gloves and black work boots, the outfit he usually wore when he was working on any vehicle. He had studied all forms of mechanics, from cars, to boats, to even helicopters. His prowess going as far as to his latest project, building his own aircraft out of homemade custom parts that he developed after careful study of parts he had found in many many junkyards around all of Vauco. He wasn't sure what to call it yet, but it would be his greatest accomplishment to date once it was finished. The plane was around 21 meters long, 19 meters wide and sat on its wheels at 4.8 meters tall. He had no idea how fast it could go, but he felt like it could go faster than any other aircraft in the skies that he knew of. He tried to combine elements of various aircraft into it and felt as though he succeeded. The body was long and sleek, with two LR-03 Lockhide engines that provided all the thrust the jet needed. Its two wings were a bit less wide in terms of front to back than most other jets, but they made it more maneuverable, its two tail fins on opposite outward angles letting it also perform more extreme maneuvers. It had four missile racks holding 4 missiles ready for firing each and a 35mm cannon mounted on the underside of the chin of the aircraft. He also outfitted it with a special weapon which would lock onto a target and then launch 6 high speed missiles at a target and would be almost impossible to avoid.

"I'm still in some disbelief that this was able to be pulled off." He muttered to himself as he wiped his hands off of the grease that he was covered in due to him working on the jet for quite some time. He took a few steps back to admire the fighter he had created. Still, he had to hand it to himself, it looked more like it had come out of the assembly line rather than a custom work to his eyes. He heard the door to the hangar open and saw his little sister Zoe enter. She was a few years younger than him, about 13 and stood at 4'4, had the same dark brown hair, tanned skin and green eyes, but her body was more of a young kid than a muscle man like her brother. She wore a red vest, a black tube top that exposed her stomach, a pair of jean shorts and a pair of white running shoes. She ran up to him as he was cleaning himself up, bouncing up and down excitedly.

"Weld! Weld! You're not going to believe what just came in the mail!" She said in her excitement as Welder chuckled.

"Alright Zoe, what is it?" He asked in amusement as she held up a letter. Not just any letter, a letter of acceptance into Beacon Academy in Vale! His eyes widened as he took the letter in his hands and looked at it over and over again. "Is that the right spelling?" He asked as Zoe nodded.

"Yeah it is! I can't believe it Weld! You're gonna be going to Beacon!" She almost yelled in her excitement as Weld put the letter down and sat down on the chair next to his desk.

"I've worked so long... so hard for this... I... even now I can't believe it..." He said as he closed his eyes and held his hands together, his head hung low as he had tears running down his face. "Ma... pa... I hope you're both proud..." He muttered lowly. His mother and father both had passed away two years after Zoe was born, leaving him the only one to provide for his sister until she could work herself, mostly helping people with the farms or the various chores that people needed done. She helped everyone she could, but not working nearly as hard as Welder had. He got into washing dishes, cooking meals, serving bars, all with faking his own age to make enough money to get higher and higher, getting better and better off until he decided to become a Hunter, what was often considered one of the best paying jobs in all of Remnant. He couldn't imagine how proud his parents would have been if they had seen him now, on his way to being a full fledged Hunter. He saw Zoe staring at him after she had called his name several times.

"Weld! Are ya gonna go?" She asked as Welder smiled.

"Of course I am. You know exactly what to do while I'm gone for a few years?" He asked as Zoe nodded.

"Yeah, I'll take care of the shop while you're gone. I'll also keep working, gotta keep some food on the table, ya know." She said as Welder nodded. He knew she would be safe with that attitude. He stood up as he went over to his plane.

"I'll be headed there with this baby. It's time I take her out." He stated as he went to grab his gear he had long since packed for the journey. He had packed his sets of tools to be sent to Beacon and now had them sent via courier services to arrive safely. He grabbed his weapon, a pump action shotgun that transformed into a two handed Battle Ax he called Nitrate. He chose Pump action due to the satisfying pump that the weapon would give him. He switched out his greasy clothing for some fresh clothes, packed up some spare clothing, his cash, his id, everything he would need. He then put it into a compartment in his jet fighter as he saw Zoe open up the hangar door.

"Smart girl." He muttered as he climbed in. He strapped himself in as he saw the girl give him the thumbs up and wave him out the door onto the runway. She then gave a sign that universally said 'GO' as he gunned the engines, setting them to full thrust. The wheels left the ground as he felt the engines actually kick into high gear and really lift him up the ground. The feeling of being in the air, it was so exhilarating. He never thought this is what it could be like to fly, and now he was. He set his autopilot to Beacon Academy and he let the computer take the controls. This might be a long flight, but he would see how well his baby would perform.

A.N.: So, what do you think? A step up? I hope so. I've been trying to improve on my writing style for a while now, and I think it might be getting better. Anyways, if you couldn't tell, this is going to be filled with a lot of references and 'continuity merging' as I like to call it. See if you can spot the references and such. Before any of you ask, I am going to be giving teams RWBY, JNPR and CFVY their own aircraft later on, as well as Winter and other characters if I can think of them, perhaps sometime before the end of Volume 2? I'm not sure as of yet. Please give me suggestions as to what they should be for each character in the Review box if you like. I'm still making plans here. Also, do not give me any aircraft that are also capable of space travel like full on starfighters from sci fi movies or books, I will only accept aircraft that have spent all their time in atmosphere like say Rebel Raiders Operation Nighthawk or the Ace Combat series. And with all that out of the way, thank you for reading and have a good day.