(Hey you all how was your Halloweens been? I'd like to give a moment of silent to everyone who lost their lives and something important during recent events and hope that they will be able to rebuild their lives in what had happened...
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So here's the long awaited latest chapter of my story where Dreadwing will meet his charge while learning more about his own semblance and about the high class of Remnant. Now let's see what sort of trouble our honorable Decepticon can get himself into this time.
Reminder: This is a story that works in correlation with Ryujduge6614's "Transformers RWBY: The Flames of Redemption", which focuses on Blake and Weiss after the fall of Beacon.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything of Transformers Prime and RWBY they are the property of their respective owners.
Now please Read, Review, and Enjoy.)
For the following weeks, Dreadwing continued to work on his training as to return to his prime fighting conditions while focusing on learning how to activate his semblance and how long it can remain active before he runs out of the amount of aura needed for his semblance.
Every chance they had Dreadwing filled his brother the situation they were in, though wasn't pleased to be working in accordance with the Prime that aided in his own demise, agreed to help whenever Dreadwing had need of him.
"So it's been confirmed that I am not one with the Allspark?" Skyquake asked, standing before his meditating twin who nodded, for the tenth time. Something about trying to maintain the larger twin's visits more by focusing on the strength of his aura.
"And I am currently in the clutches of Unicron because of that fool Starscream tampered with my remains?" Skyquake asked, again.
Dreadwing nodded, "I am afraid so brother."
"I will have his spark!" Skyquake roared, his anger getting the better of him.
The smaller twin stood up and said, "You forget, brother that we need to complete this task for Optimus Prime in order to secure your release from the Chaos Bringer so that we can have our vengeance against that desecrator."
"I am still not incline to do this for the prime." Skyquake said, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked back to his twin, "Especially after he converted you into such a weak, organic, form."
"I was not thrilled when I heard him tell me he needed to change me into a human form, but if it would've saved your spark, I would endure anything." Dreadwing said, looking to his brother.
Skyquake let out a sigh before nodding, "And I would do the same, my twin."
Dreadwing let a smile grace his lips before sighing, trying to stand, and holding onto his spark support unit on his chest. Skyquake stared at the device in his twin's chest and said, "I still cannot believe that lord Megatron would dare terminate you... especially everything you and I had done in his name."
"His treachery was certainly a shock to me when he spared Starscream instead of let me execute him." Dreadwing said, remembering clearly the burning feeling of betrayal when Megatron used his own cannon against him to save Starscream's life. Especially when his spark extinguished from the hole in his chest.
Skyquake shook his head as he asked aloud, "What had happened to our lord and cause?"
"I honestly do not know…" Dreadwing said as he looked at the time and said, "I best begin to get ready for the charity event tonight. Hopefully it will go uneventful."
Skyquake shook his head, "I still do not know why you have agreed to this… farce that the High Caste of this world."
"It is only as a means to gain the general's trust while I find the one I a meant to protect." Dreadwing said as he began to clean himself up for the event. Skyquake remained silent as his memory body faded away like fog from a container as his spark returned to where it was within Unicron's grasp.
The broken moon shined brightly as the two exited the land vehicle. Walking to the doors a guard stopped them, asking for their names and tickets.
"General James Ironwood, headmaster of Atlas Academy." Ironwood had introduced himself to the men in the dark suits. They nodded seeing his name on the list but looked suspiciously to young man with him, wearing a similar military uniform as the general but less decorative, for someone of the captain's rank.
"This is a subordinate who I had to bring with as Ms. Schnee was not available to accept the invitation from her father." General Ironwood said making the guards glace to each other before accepting the tickets. As they arrived there were many people dressed in tuxedos and dresses that made the former Decepticon deduce that these are the "social elites" in Atlas. He didn't need to spend too much time on studying them to know that they speak with the same kind of pride and arrogance as those of the High Caste of Cybertron expressed.
"Ah, General Ironwood, so good to see you've come." Dreadwing turned to a human male with gray-white hair and a pale complexion. He had a large gray mustache, and his eyes are a cold blue color. He was wearing a pure white double-breasted jacket with a red handkerchief in the breast pocket, underneath he wore a blue shirt and vest and a gray-white tie, printed with the same emblem on his shoes and above his study. He has a silver-colored ring on his right pointer finger and another ring on his left third finger.
Ironwood turned and greeted the man as he said, trying to pleasant, "Jacques, I'm glad I was able to come."
The two shook hands, as it would appear to the astute young soldier that they were putting on a show for any onlookers. For the sake of their titles and positions as both a CEO and a headmaster/general. On either side of the man that Ironwood had named as, "Jacques" were two younger humans, close to his physical age. One was a young woman who appeared to be two inches shorter than him, long white hair pulled back into an off-center bun tail on the right side and pinned with an icicle shaped tiara. The same pale skin as the man. She had pale blue eyes and a crooked scar that is vertical across her right eye. She wore a glittering dress with a color gradation of blue to pale blue at the hem, a sweetheart neckline with a floor length skirt and split to her thigh on one side. She appeared to wear some sort of heels one would call chunky. Over the dress she was wearing a slightly sheer long-sleeved blue shrug fastened at the collar with a large sapphire broach that has three pendants dangling from it. Sapphire drop earrings hung from her ears.
Save for her age and the scar, Dreadwing would've almost mistaken her for a younger Winter.
The young man on the other side of Jacques was has white hair and light blue eyes with a fair complexion. His hair is mostly pushed to left, although he does have a cowlick. His attire consists of a short-sleeved white dress shirt, the sleeves fastened just above his elbows by navy blue cuffs, each with twin gold buttons. Over his untucked shirt he wears a light blue vest, with a black handkerchief in his right breast pocket. He also wears a black necktie, navy blue trousers and black dress shoes. He seems very formal about his attire and his posture. He usually has at least one hand behind his back.
Seeing the young man looking at his children, Jacques asked, "Who is this person you brought with you tonight, James?"
"Oh, please let me introduce to you someone who was able to make it on Winter's behalf." James said, seeing Jacques narrowing his eyes slightly at his eldest daughter not here.
"This is Dreadwing Seeker, whose test scores and combat training has been much higher than anyone of his graduating class where he attained the rank of captain." James introduced the seeker as they had discussed before getting out of the car when they arrived. This was to be Dreadwing's cover to keep his "true origins" a secret until he was able to make a validated report to the council about him.
The three Schnees seemed someone close to Weiss' age was had the rank of Captain under Ironwood's command. It took Winter many years until she had reached her rank as an Atlas specialist, or as Weiss remembered. He couldn't have been no older than herself while he somewhat resembled Flynt Coal from the Vytal Festival. Whitley noticed his sister's still surprised expression and cleared his throat, making the heiress realize what she was doing and took her neutral expression. Looking to his children, Jacques said, "Now then, Weiss, Whitley, I believe you know what to say?"
Weiss looked away, narrowing her eyes at her father's tone, an expression that Dreadwing shared with the heiress who clearly glared at the elder Schnee. Weiss gave a small curtsey and said, in a polite tone, "Good evening, I'm Weiss Schnee, heiress of the Schnee family and I'm pleased to make your acquaintance, Mr. Seeker."
"I am Whitley Schnee, it is a pleasure to meet someone of your talented skills, Mr. Seeker." Whitley said, keeping a very formal air about his attire and his posture. An arm behind his back while the other horizontally across his chest, bowing a little in greeting.
Dreadwing looked at the pair seeing how the two siblings greeted him along with the tone of their father. Inside he was boiling with anger how similar he treats his children like how Starscream and Megatron treated those under them. Before he realized the disgrace of betrayal that had tarnished the Decepticon cause.
"Pleased to meet you both as well." Dreadwing said, giving himself a small bow before returning to stand straight. It sickened him to be in the presence of those similar to the High caste, so blinded by what should be considered privileges and taken for granted. But the look in Weiss' eyes seem to make the seeker feel as though she was not pleased with her status as those of her family and everyone in the room is.
"You certainly pulled out all the stops to show how much you care about another kingdom." The young captain heard the general say. Though it seemed to have a subtle undertone of sarcasm when speaking those words.
Whether Jacques detected it or not he didn't let it show as he said, "Yes, well I merely wish to show you and everyone that I consider what happened to Vale was one of the greatest tragedies I had ever heard of. Feeling as we are all one people of Remnant, I hosted this to show that fact."
"Very considerate of you." James said.
Jacques looked pleased by this and replied, his chest puffing out with pride, "Yes, I know."
Dreadwing narrowed his eyes, "I agree… one would mistake that you have a heart instead of what those rumors I heard say about you, Mr. Schnee."
The immediate people who heard turned or looked shocked by him saying that in the presence of one of the richest and most influential families in all of Remnant. Jacques lost all composure as he stared at the young captain.
Whitley stared in shock at the captain's words to his father. He almost lost control of himself hearing those insulting words, but was able to keep his composure. Knowing that this apparent captain will get what's coming to him in the future.
Weiss certainly was shocked to hear those words, she is not sure as to why this young man could say those things without worrying about her father getting some form of revenge against him and/or his family. Some part of her seemed happy to see someone standing up to him though, especially after how… strained things in her family has been since he married her mother before either her siblings and herself were born.
James couldn't believe what Dreadwing had said so blatantly. He knew from what Dreadwing told him he'd have problems with the high class, but to say that to one of the richest men in the world. Sure he was safe because of how the council trust him and due to his valor as a general and headmaster of Atlas Academy, but this…
Slowly the other three turned to see how the CEO would react to Dreadwing's words. Jacques looked like he was about to blow a blood vessel. Never in his life had he ever been insulted so… Just who does this boy think he is? Where did Ironwood find him?
Just as Jacques was about to say something he notices some of the other guests turning in his direction. So, swallowing his pride, Jacques let out a somewhat stiff chuckle and said, "Well, I'm pleased to think differently now that you've got the chance to meet me."
Dreadwing nodded as he saw the Schnees leave. Whitley didn't even bother to acknowledge him after that while Weiss gave a glance in Dreadwing's direction as silently wondering who he was to be able to stare down her father like that and not be afraid of the repercussions.
As soon as the lights dimmed and the announcer had announced Weiss to being the person performing for tonight's event, Dreadwing saw Weiss walking onto the center of the center of the painted emblem of Atlas that dominated the stage's surface. and bowed to the applauding audience. Once the clapping had died down Weiss took a deep breathe and the music began to play, she had begun to sing.
Immediately the world around Dreadwing seems to have faded as he listened to the heiress singing. Even the words seemed to have faded from his ears as he listened to the sound of her voice.
"Mirror, can you hear me?
Do I reach you?
Are you… even listening?
Can I get through?
There's a part of me that's desperate for changes
Tired of being treated like a pawn
But there's a part of me that stares back from inside the mirror
Part of me that's scared I might be wrong
That I can't be strong…"
She then began to singing a wordless aria, her arms outstretched. Dreadwing seemed transfixed on the sound of Weiss Schnee singing. He had never heard anything so... so... pleasing? That is not the word...
Ironwood noticed the look in the young man's eyes and smiled in a knowing, fatherly, smile. Perhaps the heiress may be able to help Dreadwing be able to gain a better control over his semblance as well as let the young captain trust them more to reveal more of his people's technology. While Dreadwing could help the heiress with her family problems. Now to think of a way accomplish this without Jacques from guessing that he had a hand in this. She then changed to the same emphatic lyrics as she took before she began
"I'm not your pawn, not another thing you own.
I was not born guilty of your crimes.
The riches and your influence can't hold me anymore.
I won't be possessed,
burdened by your royal test.
I will not surrender.
This life is mine."
Weiss concludes her song and bows while the audience applauds. She looks up to the balcony above stage left where her father and brother are watching. Jacques remains seated, not applauding, while Whitley was standing giving a slower paced, sarcastic clap. Weiss looked back at the audience, all clapping still in their seats. She turns and walks backstage, her feigned smile replaced with a frown. Dreadwing watched as he too applauded. Though from what he could see, she wasn't walking away in the same joy that she showed when she bowed after finishing her song.
Looking over at his charge, Ironwood ask, "Did you enjoy the performance?"
Dreadwing nodded as he looked up at the two Schnees that attended and said, "It was… very enjoyable."
Smiling Ironwood then asked, "Would you like to tell her about what you thought about the performance? I'm certain that she'll need some supportive words from a friend right about now."
Dreadwing looked back at the general and asked, "Why? What happened?"
"I'm know you're aware but when Beacon fell Ms. Schnee was there fighting with her classmates at Beacon when the White Fang and the Grimm attacked." Ironwood told Dreadwing, seeing the youngman's eyes widening from the information before continuing, "Ever since Jacques went to retrieve her, she's been locked in her manor since then. Almost like she suffered a great loss from the attack."
Dreadwing drowned out everything else that the general said, remembering his mission from Optimus Prime, if Weiss was there when Beacon fell, then… could she be the one he was meant to protect?
As Dreadwing and Ironwood exited the theater and into the ballroom. They looked around the room from the balcony, they could see the other guests there as the waiters moved across the room. On the far opposite end of the room is a display area with three large paintings and two abstract statues. He found the Schnee family members who came on one side of the display where Jacques is conversing with a man in glasses and a gray-haired woman in a green dress. They are laughing. Weiss is behind her father, looking at the floor with her hands held primly behind her back. Whitley stands similar further behind their father, only his gaze is directly on him. Something about that boy made the image of Starscream come to his mind and he glared.
Seeing the glare, Ironwood reminded, "Remember, you need to…"
"Remain calm. I know. The heavy air of hypocrisy from the majority below is just bringing back bad memories." Dreadwing said, his glare not faltering until he saw Weiss looking away from her father and brother and overlooked the paintings.
As they converse, Weiss looks over to the largest painting on the end of the ballroom, depicting Beacon Academy with its Cross Continental Transmission tower still standing. He lets go of Weiss and begins to raise his arm to call over a waiter. Weiss stops him by grabbing his forearm, prompting a sideways glance from Whitley.
The two lock gazes as the conversation next to them continued. Jacques and the businesswoman share a laugh. Weiss move across the room to look at the painting of Beacon Academy. She has barely reached it when a young man began to converse with her.
Weiss stood with her arms crossed, maintaining a cold expression throughout most of the conversation between her and the other human. She lightly placed her fingers across his in a very loose handshake. Weiss turned her attention back to the painting, and there is brief silence between the two before he tried to strike up another conversation with her.
He reached out and takes a champagne flute as a waiter walked by. As he sipped his drink, Weiss shifted her stance to face him. He must've said something that made Weiss take on a more aggressive stance as she raised her voice. He stared at her in disbelief before obeying.
She watched as the young man walk away, and once he was gone, she turned back to the painting, crossing her arms and closing her eyes.
As Dreadwing approached her, he could see the Beacon Academy painting, then sees the sign in front of the display, which reads: "SHOW THE WORLD WE CARE. All proceeds go to the Kingdom of Vale."
Weiss' eyes are open again as if she had just been observing the painting, and she once again closes her eyes. Before he could address her, one voice stood out among the rest.
"But really, does it come as any surprise, what happened to Vale?" a woman asked with an arrogant air about her as she talked about the Kingdom of Vale.
Dreadwing heard the woman say that and looked over his shoulder at the woman. While at the same time, Weiss opened her eyes and turned slightly, peering over her shoulder at the woman as the woman continued, "It was a long time coming if you ask me."
"Honey..." The woman's husband placed his hand on her shoulder, trying to shush her, but she shook it off, leaving him to glance around the room with a forced, nervous grin.
"What?" The wife asked, laughing, before reminding him, "You said the same thing last night. If they're so arrogant to think they can get by without proper kingdom defense, then I say good riddance."
While she talks, her husband drops the act and heaves a silent sigh. The Trophy Wife's rant is cut off by a voice shouting angrily across the room at her.
"Shut up!" The room falls silent, and all of the party goers turn to look at her.
"Weiss?" Dreadwing heard her father ask, shocked by her outburst.
Her voice still raised, Weiss angrily gestures to the guests while she spoke, "You don't have a clue! None of you do!"
A little insulted the woman asked, confused, "Excuse me?"
"You're all just standing around talking about nothing! Worrying about your hair, your money, your stupid problems that don't mean anything!" While Weiss said those words, Dreadwing remembered the first time he had ever seen the mech that had become Dreadwing's lord and master, say words similar to the human girl before him. The inspired and resonating emotions he felt when he heard Megatron's speech about the High Caste of Cybertron had returned from Weiss' own words. Maybe she was more deserving to her privileges than he thought, especially if she is related to Winter.
Her father quickly approached her, telling her while Whitley looks on with a faint smile on his face. "Weiss, that's enough."
He grabbed her wrist, and she immediately begins struggling to pull away, demanding, "Let go of me!"
Jacques however hissed under his breath, "You're embarrassing the family!"
"I said let go!" Weiss shouted, breaking free her father's grasp with a harsh tug, but in the process, she lost her balance and collapses to the floor. Suddenly, a glyph manifests next to Weiss, and a Boarbatusk appeared, but not like any she had seen… it looked similar to one of her sister's summoning. She looked at it with wide eyes, her jaw dropping, unable to believe what just happened. The Boarbatusk Summon charged toward the woman who began to beg, "Please, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, just leave me alone."
It leaps toward her and her husband, jaws wide open. In that split second, a voice called out, "Skyquake!"
Before it could do anything a figure in ghostly like armor flew into the Boarbatusk and forced it to the ground before a laser like shot was heard and it shattered like glass.
Everyone stared in shock as Dreadwing stood there the barrel of his advanced pistol smoking. He went over to check on Weiss as the ghostly armored figure approached, asking like a ghost like voice, "Are you and this female unharmed, Dreadwing?"
"Yes, thank you… brother…" Dreadwing said, making Weiss blink at how a summon would be able to speak let alone recognize her with its master. She was curious as to why he called it "brother". Even as it stood there with some of the fog like body slowly escaping its body as though it was like steam coming out of a container.
Everyone was silent after seeing what had transpired.
"Arrest her!" The wife ordered hysterically, but neither the young man in the uniform nor this bizzare summon moved to do such a thing.
"What are you waiting for? She's insane, she should be locked up." The wife ordered, evidently trying to make herself look like the victim when SHE was the one who provoked Weiss into causing that to happen.
That was the final straw for the Seeker as he went up to the woman and slapped her hard in the face. Making it echo throughout the room making many of the guests look shocked or gasp in surprise. Weiss who was still in shock of what she was able to accomplish stared up when she heard the sharp sound of flesh hitting flesh in a slapping sound.
The human woman stared in shock before asking, "How dare you! Do you have any idea who I am?! I-"
"BE SILENT!" Dreadwing shouted, ordering loudly that made the woman lose her words as Dreadwing glared at her. He then asked, "What gives you the right to say those things to people who have suffered losses greater than your insignificant wealth?"
He looked around the room at the guests and demanded, "What gave any of you the right to think you are better than others?! Your heartlessness and arrogance is so damaging that it made a young woman who watched innocent people and friends perish during the Fall of Beacon lash out at your selfishness instead showing more support to her and the lives lost! In my eyes she's the only one who deserves to be where she is, not any of you!"
Weiss looked up at the young man who was saying all those things about her and the guests and somehow felt touched through all of her emotional strain.
"Dreadwing!" Ironwood shouted, catching the captain's attention.
The bureaucracy and shallowness of the humans in this room made Dreadwing glare back at the general and muttered, loud enough for Weiss to hear, "The High Caste is the same no matter where you go…"
He nodded to his twin who nodded back and was about to disappear before General Ironwood approached, the wife then said, "Arrest them both! He's clearly lost his mind for striking me!"
Ironwood stared into the eyes of the captain, who glared back, even as the "Memory" of Skyquake drew his weapon and aimed it at the general's face. Some of the guest gasped when they saw this, Ironwood however remained calm in the presence of the twins. Studying the "Memory" more, Ironwood saw that this version of Skyquake showed all the signs of an older brother defending his sibling, as if it was the real Skyquake instead of a memory acting as how Dreadwing remembered him. Turning back to the guest Ironwood stated, "They're the only ones making sense around here."
Skyquake was surprised by this action before holstering his weapon and faded out, feeling his twin was safe now. Turning back to his host, Ironwood bid the CEO, "Thanks for the party, Jacques."
He and Dreadwing, casually made their exit as the general said, in a subtle whisper, "Don't think what you've done and said won't go without any punishment…"
"Understood." Dreadwing whispered as he turned to look back to Weiss.
Still on the floor, Weiss looked up to see her father turn to glare at her. While Dreadwing looked back as if giving her a silent promise that he will be on her side.
Later that night, Jacques had dragged Weiss into her room as he snapped, pacing in front of her, "Unbelievable. Absolutely unbelievable."
He suddenly stopped, and pointed at her, "Do you have any idea what that stunt of yours and that insolent soldier cost us?"
"I-" Weiss began only to be cut off by her father.
"And don't think I'm just talking about Lien here! Our reputation! Our... our..." Jacques sighed angrily and holds his head, unable to come up with the words to finish expressing the gravity of her mistake.
Weiss waited for a moment before speaking, "I want to leave."
"I beg your pardon?" Jacques asked, as if he heard her wrong.
Weiss repeated herself looking up at her father, "I said I want to leave. I don't want to stay here anymore. I don't want to stay in Atlas anymore!"
Jacques then glared down at her before telling her, "Young lady, I don't give a damn about what you want! This isn't about you. This is about the Schnee family name and your apparent insistence on dragging it through the mud!"
"I have done nothing, but fight to uphold the honor of my family name, a name that you married into!" Weiss told her father, defiantly.
Jacques slapped Weiss hard on her left cheek, sending her head to the side as she gasped in reaction. She placed her hand on her cheek and turned to face her father, looking at him a little incredulously as she lowered her hand. He looked right back at her, unrepentant. When he begins speaking again, his voice suddenly sounds calm yet intimidating.
"This behavior of yours is incredibly disappointing. You couldn't possibly understand the lengths I've gone to in order to keep this family where it is." Jacques told her before asking, "You think running off like your sister is going to make the Schnee name stronger? You're wrong. Siding with her only divides us."
"I'm not siding with anyone. I'm doing what I feel is right, and that does not include wasting my time up here..."
Weiss said while Jacques walked away, rolling his eyes as his daughter finishes her rant.
"...with these clueless people in Atlas. The Schnee family legacy isn't yours to leave. It's mine, and I'll do it as a Huntress."
Jacques stops and slowly turned to face her again. As he spoke to her, he stood in front of his daughter, peering down upon her, "No... you won't. You're not leaving Atlas. You're not to leave the manor grounds unless I specifically allow it. You will not go near anyone that will obviously be a negative influence on you. You are going to remain here, out of sight and out of trouble, until you and I come to an agreement on your future."
"What?!" Weiss asked, loudly at what her father had decreed.
Jacques then continued, "Your presupposition that you can simply have whatever it is you want is a clear sign of our failure as parents. But from now on, I'll be giving you the full attention you require, starting by keeping you where I can see you."
With that, Jacques turned once more and walks away.
"You can't just keep me from leaving!" Weiss shouted back at her father.
Again, he stopped and turns to look at her, "I can, and the staff here will make sure of it."
"So now I'm just your prisoner?!" Weiss asked incedulously.
"You are my daughter. You're a child, and children are grounded when they misbehave." He walks away, and this time, he continues walking even while his daughter speaks.
"This is only going to make things worse, Father. People will ask questions! They'll want to know why the heiress to the Schnee Dust Company is suddenly nowhere to be found!" Weiss said, knowing that he can't do this unless he wants the family to suffer worse than what she did if he imprisoned the Schnee Dust Company's heiress for this even though she's supposed to go everywhere when it involves the family's company.
Her father stops in front of the door and faced her, "Which is why you are no longer the heiress to the Schnee Dust Company."
Weiss takes a step back, asked, stunned, "Excuse me?"
Jacques then explained what he meant, "Clearly, the trauma you endured at the fall of Beacon was too much for you. And being near someone like that so-called "captain" of Ironwood or those witless classmates of your from Vale have left a great negative effect on you. Which is why you've generously revoked your claim to the company and its earnings and passed it on to your brother Whitley."
Weiss stares at Jacques, breathing heavily as she digests the news. Was he really that shallow that he'd blame people she met outside of the kingdom and that one captain that stood up for her? All because of that captain subtly insulting him the way he did by making it sound like a compliment.
"It's time to wake up and face reality." Jacques said as he turned and left. Through the open door, we see Whitley waiting and clearly having been eavesdropping. Jacques turns to the left without acknowledging his son.
Weiss takes a moment to deal with her emotions and then steps out into the hall with her fists clenched, calling out to her brother who is moving down the hallway in the opposite direction his father had gone, "Whitley?!"
Whitley, turning around with a small smile, asked, "Yes, sister?"
Walking to her brother and crossing her arms, Weiss asked, "Did you know about this?"
"About what?" Whitley asked, innocently.
"You never liked Winter. You never liked me. But you've been nothing but supportive since the moment I came back." Weiss told her younger brother.
Whitley then simply said, "If being kind to my big sister is some sort of crime, then I suppose I'm guilty."
Weiss' eyes widen with realization, "You wanted this to happen."
"It's foolish not to do as Father asks." As he speaks, he leans forward, his feigned innocent smile changing into a threatening and angry expression.
Weiss stares with a look of hurt and betrayal, "I can't believe you."
"Don't worry, Weiss. The Schnee family name is in good hands." Whitley turns and walks away, Weiss staring after him.
That was when a roar of outrage was heard. The younger boy and the former heiress turned to see the captain charging at them, fist pulled back before it collided with the boy's face. After his fist met his face, Whitley let out cry of pain before he was sent flying some feet away from the two before rolling to a stop on the ground.
Usually Dreadwing would have a better job of keeping his temper in check but the way that this younger sibling treated and tricked her older one had really pushed the wrong kinds of buttons on how siblings are supposed to be to each other.
Dreadwing stood in front of the betrayed Weiss and breathed heavily, his anger growing, before snapping, "You don't deserve to be her sibling!"
A few minutes ago.
Dreadwing stood in front of the large manor as he looked up at it. He can't believe he had to do this humiliating task of "apologizing" to Jacques for how he was during the party some hours ago, by order of Ironwood. Ironwood was true to his word, something that Dreadwing finds admirable
When he approached the door and knocked it, it left a loud bang of a sound when the knocker and the door's surface met.
He had to wait for some minutes before a man a slightly overweight man with balding brown hair and a large mustache. He had light brown eyes and spoke in a somewhat tired, but professional tone in his voice, "Yes?"
"I'm Dreadwing Seeker. General Ironwood would have mentioned my coming?" Dreadwing said, his humiliation knowing no bounds.
The servant studied him for a moment before saying, "Yes, Mr. Schnee is expecting you."
Dreadwing narrowed his eyes at the fact he was expected. And followed the human servant down the long halls to where the CEO was awaiting him.
"I happen to hear what you did and said during the party." Dreadwing heard the servant say, before he continued, his tone sounding happy and fatherly, "It was very brave."
The seeker remained silent before telling the human, "I only did and said what anyone should've said."
"If you ask me, I'd say that dotty witch got what was coming to her." The human said his tone sounded different, almost like he was a different person. When getting the opportunity, the former Decepticon looked on a reflective surface and saw the servant's eyes had changed from light brow to red. That made Dreadwing remember a former comrade of his, a certain triple-changer with multiple personalities.
"WHITLEY!?"
Weiss voice cut through the air close to the staircase that the two were walking pass when she asked, "Did you know about this?"
"About what?" Whitley's asked, his tone innocent, though fainter. This caught Dreadwing's attention more than the servant's words about him keeping his time with Mr. Schnee.
"You never liked Winter. You never liked me. But you've been nothing but supportive since the moment I came back." Weiss said, almost like she was deducing a crime. The conversation was drawing Dreadwing closer to the voices.
"If being kind to my big sister is some sort of crime, then I suppose I'm guilty." Whitley's voice said, causing an intense silence as Dreadwing approached closer and closer to the source of the sound.
"You wanted this to happen." Dreadwing heard Weiss say, making the anger growing more inside his spark.
Dreadwing turned in time to hear the boy's tone changing into a threatening and angry tone, as he said, "It's foolish not to do as Father asks."
"I can't believe you." Weiss said, her voice coated with hurt and betrayal by her brother.
"Don't worry, Weiss. The Schnee family name is in good hands." Whitley said, as he turned to walk away.
Again, for the second time this night, Dreadwing lost control of his temper, letting out a roar of outrage and charged at the young boy who dared to be called a sibling.
Present.
Whitley let out a scream as he clutched his face, "My face! My face!"
Looking up in a great fury, Whitley asked, his face holding a greatly bruised and somewhat bleeding face, "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHO I AM?!"
"Just a spoiled sibling that does not deserve to hold the same name the great man that your grandfather was!" Dreadwing said just as angry as the young boy before him.
"What?" Whitley asked, confused by what he said.
Dreadwing continued, "Where I'm from families may not exist to the extent that you all know, but we do have siblings if we're lucky and when you have a sibling you must do everything in your power for them even if it means fighting a demon horde to save them, let alone against the tyranny of one who brought you to life. What you're doing is not the way of a true sibling, but a conniving desecrator that would do anything for power and status!"
While listening to him speaking Weiss stared in shock to hear this stranger defending her and reprimanding her brother for how he was since she came back to the time of her father stripping her of her heiress status.
"I knew another boy who abandoned his title and high born status because he was angry by the decision of his peers. They made laws that were unfair to their citizenry and he left everything behind to find a path that will make better changes and became a warrior, one the youngest and most skilled I have ever seen. It was not until the man that I would, one day, call "lord" fought him was when I discovered he had entered into a vow a silence believing actions would speak louder than words." Dreadwing said, making those there surprised to hear someone had given up everything just because of a disagreement in laws.
Whitley then spat, "Clearly he was a fool to give up the only true means of power."
Dreadwing wasn't amused as he was about to attack Weiss' younger brother again when…
"WHAT the hell is going on here?!"
The three of them turned to see Jacques Schnee standing there. Two guards with him as he surveyed everything.
Seeing his son's injured face and some blood dripping from the captain's fist, Jacques ordered, "Escort Mr. Seeker off my property. He will no longer be welcomed in our house… With or without the general's insistence."
The two guards moved to obey when Dreadwing' began to summon his brother again. But was stopped by Weiss who shook her head, not wanting things to get worse because of his temper. Dreadwing was about to protest when he saw she was worried for him as he could tell that her father would do something worse if he had continued. While the guards were busy with him, and Jacques went to check on his new heir, Dreadwing slipped a small device into Weiss' hand and whispered, "We'll meet again."
Once the guards had escorted the captain out and Jacques helped his new heir to get patched up, the strain of her world turning upside down and her family, well her father and brother, betraying her made her run back into her room and cried a bit on her bed. She felt something in her hand and remembered that Dreadwing was able to slip into her hand before he was taken away and found it to be some sort of communications device.
It looked smaller than her scroll and yet heavier, wondering how he was able to make such a device so small yet appear to be very advanced compared to the latest in Atlas' technology.
Closing her hand around it, Weiss took on a determined expression before moving to the moonlit window and closed the curtains. Then she began pushing everything back as she to give her room more space before going to the case where her sword, Myternaster. Holding it like an old friend and smiled as she knew what she has to do to attain her freedom.
An hour later… back in Atlas Academy…
"YOU DID WHAT?!" Ironwood shouted, loud enough for people to hear past his thick office doors.
Dreadwing remained silent as he reported, "I offer no excuse other than the fact that I struck the spoiled brat in the face after it was revealed he purposely made his sibling go against her father's will to obtain the rights and privileges of his heir."
Ironwood turned and asked, "DO you have an ANY idea what'll happen?!"
"I was only trying to defend the true heir of the Schnee name, nothing more." Dreadwing said remaining calm.
Ironwood stood in front of the young man and stated, angrily, "I don't know how things are like where you are from, but you cannot go around physically assaulting anyone who you just don't like."
"So you would applaud the dishonorable actions made by that coward?" Dreadwing asked, meaning Whitley. His anger showing again, though he was keeping a better control over it now than when he struck the conniving brat in the face.
"No, of course not, but there could've been a subtler way of handling it than damaging his face as well as the Atlas military's reputation." Ironwood argued, disappointed by the young man's rash actions.
"Ever since the fall of Beacon, the people need someone to trust." Ironwood stated, "Someone they can look up to and know that they will feel safe if evil should reveal itself. Our negative emotions are source of our enemies' strength and the people need to know someone will be there to protect them."
Dreadwing looked down and stated, "Siblings should not try to outdo or betray each other… They should be trying to support each other and be there in their time of need…"
Ironwood sighed before stating, "You're confined to your quarters until I'm able to fix what damage you caused."
"Yes sir." Dreadwing stated, centuries of practice after all of the superior officers that he served while serving under Megatron's cause.
He about faced and exited the general's office while being trailed behind by the two soldiers assigned to be his watchers as he was under confinement. When he reached his quarters he removed his armor and put on the sleeping attire that was provided to him as he won't be going anywhere to wash them or get new ones for a while. He made sure his weapons were locked to anyone but himself before he laid on his bed, looking over to the moon.
Dreadwing thought back to when he slipped the comms device he had put together from the technologies of this kingdom, thought adequate, it was nothing compared to Cybertronian technology. He looked over to his helmet and knew that the human will contact him when she needs to.
Her determination to be free from the shame that her peers cast over the world, as well as the nest of vipers that her home has become intrigued him. Almost reminded him of how he felt when he saw Megatron vowing to make Cybertron a fairer and just society where all would be equal.
Unlike his former master, he will make sure that his charge will not fall down the wrong path. He will make sure of that even if he must sacrifice himself to do it.
(So what do you guys think? Was his cover name good? Think he could've done more to help Weiss or could he have done more to make Whitley and Jacques pay for how they are stepping on everything Dreadwing believes in, honor and family.
What will come of this meeting between Weiss and her new ally? What'll become of Whitley's injuries? Who will Dreadwing beat up next? Will Ironwood lose his patience and try to take Dreadwing's technology? Where will the path that Weiss and Dreadwing take them?
Find out on the eight chapter of Transformers RWBY: The Light of Hope.)