Chapter 20: Past and Present

(Day 20)

"The dining table was covered in food and plates, ready to be eaten by a hungry family. A small candle was lighting up the room in the middle of the table, as the rain poured against the windows.

"Finally something to eat!" A small boy yelled, running into the dining room. He sat down at the table and started putting food on his plate. His parents watched, as he accidentally knocked over a bowl of broccoli. "Sorry."

"Don't say sorry to us. Say it to the one who made it." His mother replied.

"Fine." The boy turned towards the older, mistralian woman, sitting at the table with them. "I am sorry."

"Don't worry, Roman." She laughed. "I'll just clean it up later."

"Mom?" Another child, a small girl with brown and pink hair, asked, pulling on her mother's clothes. "I wanted some broccoli."

"I'll make you some tomorrow. Just eat something else, Neo."

She smiled and started putting food on her plate. Man, even after all these years, I still remember her food. Probably the best stuff I've ever eaten.

"By the way, honey, how did your day at work go?" Roman's mother asked, looking at her husband.

Surprisingly, Roman came a lot after his mother, even though he got his red hair from his dad.

Roman's dad tipped down his bowler hat and sighed. "Well, we managed to catch the culprits. Some Faunus decided that it was a good idea to take their boss hostage. Dumb mutts think the fact that their human coworkers get more money is reason enough to threaten to kill people."

"Did you stop them?" Roman asked, his mouth full of food.

"I did, son. Technically. They weren't willing to surrender and attacked. We were forced to put a hole into the head of each of them."

Honestly, thinking about it, it's kinda ironic that Roman's dad was a police officer. And a high-ranking one at that. I think this happened maybe twenty-five years ago. Back then, Roman was six, and I was five. That was right when the tensions between Faunus and humans were high.

"Oh, that's a bummer."

"Well, the bosses and other employees of the business survived."

"Maybe all of this will calm down soon." My mom, who was working for and living with Roman's family as maid back then, replied. "I read in the newspaper that the Faunus have founded a group that is supposed to bring peace between both species. I think they called it the White Fang."

He scoffed. "Please. A few Faunus may be tamed, but the rest of them are no better than wild animals. I think we should've never allowed them to come into Vale."

"Calm down honey. Just start eating. The rest of us is nearly done."

"Yeah, yeah."

"Hey, Roman?" I asked, looking at the young boy.

"Hmm?"

"Can we go up to your room and play after dinner? Mom has bought me a new game."

"Sure! Dad? Is that okay? I already did my homework!"

"Of course, son. But remember, you're in your bed at nine."

"Yes, dad," Roman said with an eye-roll.

Thus, the two of us quickly went up the stairs after eating dinner. We took a controller each and started racing against each other.

Of course, that was a pretty fun day. But that isn't the reason I remember it so vividly. No, the reason is that this is the day our lives would change for the worst."

Ruby unpacked the new resources from the bags on their Parasaurolophus and Raptors as soon as they got back from a gathering trip to the nearby cave. After all, a ship needed a lot of resources to be built.

"We're back!" Weiss yelled.

"Great! Can you come into the storage room for a sec? I caught ourselves something!" Yang yelled back from the inside.

"Huh? Did she catch a Troodon or something?" Blake asked.

"Possible. Come on."

"But the resources," Ruby asked.

"They can wait another minute," Weiss said.

"Fine." Ruby ran after her friends, and Blake opened the door to the storage room. Weiss and the Faunus went inside first, followed by Ruby. She saw how both girls stopped in surprise and pushed herself in front of them.

There, she saw the being that surprised them this much. On the ground was a small, petite girl with brown and pink hair. He legs and hands were tight together with a thick rope.

"That's... That's the girl that was working with Torchwick!" Weiss said.

"Yeah, the one that beat Yang," Blake added.

"Yep. It's that little runt. I found her rummaging through our supplies. She probably wanted to steal some stuff. Beat her with one punch."

"But how?" Weiss asked, kneeling down next to Neo. "I thought she dodged every attack you threw at her?"

"She was hurt pretty badly. I guess she had fought something before she got here."

"So you decided to deck her?" Blake asked.

"Hey, you know that little psychopath wanted to kill me, right?"

"I never said that you did something wrong."

"Well, she's definitely still alive," Weiss said, putting two hands on the girl's wrist. "What are we gonna do with her?"

"Keep her," Blake suggested. "What if she isn't alone? What if Torchwick is here too? He's probably going to look for her."

"And would walk right into our trap," Ruby replied. "If he's really here too, then this would be a golden opportunity to catch Vale's most dangerous criminal... a second time."

"Uhm, didn't he get knocked out in the train crash and captured by Atlas?" Weiss asked.

"Uh... Right. Then we can capture him for the first time!" Ruby said happily.

"That, of course, will only work if he's even here." Yang pointed out and patted Neo on the head. "Even if he's not, we got her. And I doubt she survived all this time alone. So she'll be our bargaining point with her tribe."

"Yang... You're talking like a criminal." Weiss said with a sigh.

"Actually, I think she got a point." Blake sat down on a pile of wood. "Think about it. Any tribe that would work with Neo would have to be just as messed up as she is. We might not be able to establish friendly relations immediately."

"I... I don't think it's a good idea to hold a hostage then," Weiss muttered.

"Not a hostage. It's like when you bring a bottle to the supermarket and get money back." Ruby cheered. "It's perfect!"

Weiss looked at the three and sighed. "I can't believe it. I'm here with three psychopaths. Do any of you even have a bit of knowledge about diplomacy?"

"Do strategy games count?" Yang asked.

"No, they don't!" Weiss shook her head. "We can keep her for now, but only because she's dangerous. Once her friends arrive here, we will not use her as a trading item."

"So we should still keep her tied up," Blake said. "I think I can build an actual cage to keep her in."

"You learned the handcuffs, right?" Ruby asked. "When I start working on our swords, later on, I can put a bit of metal to the side."

"No, that won't work. According to the engram, it needs obsidian. Which we don't have any of."

"It will be fine. We can just use some rope." Yang said.

"I'm off building the cage then. If she wakes up... then just knock her out again."

"Will do!"

Weiss, who still couldn't believe the whole situation, sighed and went outside. Looked like she and Ruby were the only ones who would work on refining their gathered resources. But Yang's plan... Weiss had her doubts about it. Not only because of moral reasons, but also due to pragmatic stuff. It meant one more mouth to fill.

And that could be a problem. Maybe she disliked fish or the cabbage they started to grow. Maybe she would rather starve than eat anything they give her. Weiss definitely knew that she wouldn't try to get on her bad side, so much was clear.

"Hey, Weiss! Help me carry that metal over to the forge!" Ruby yelled, waving her hand,

Weiss nodded and went over to help her. First, Neo would have to wake up. Then she could start solving any potential problems.

"I was just about to fall asleep in my comfortable bed, as it knocked on the door. A head peeked into the room, red hair covering his face. "They're watching."

I quickly threw away my sheet and followed him down the stairs. The sounds of the TV were echoing through the rooms downstairs, showing us the way.

Eventually, we snuck up to the doorway leading into the living room. His parents and my mother were sitting in front of the TV, watching a horror movie. I still remember vividly how that guy with a hockey mask killed all of them.

Thinking back, I was always a bit of a sadist. They say an early indication for such traits is the killing of neighborhood pets. I never did that, but it was fun burning ants with a magnifying glass. Even if I stopped doing it after accidentally burning down the tool shed in the garden. Sometimes, ants can burn for a very long time.

This was the only way we could watch stuff like this. None of the adults allowed us to watch films not appropriate for our age.

However, something went wrong that night. And it started after someone knocked on the door.

Roman's Dad stood up and opened it...

Only to immediately be punched in the gut. He stumbled back, as his Aura sprang into action. Three Faunus came into the living room, all armed with rifles.

"What is the meaning of this?" Roman's dad asked.

"You killed our comrades." One of the Faunus, a bulky one with a wolf-tail, growled. "That asks for revenge." He gestured to his man. "Find everyone and round them up."

"I'm not sure..." One, who had deer horns, muttered. "Ghira won't like that."

"Fuck it. He doesn't have to know. If we want results, then we can't just walk around and sing about peace and equality."

"Yes, Master Taurus."

Taurus? Wait, was he... Was that Adam's father? Damn, never realized that. Probably because both don't look much alike. He had brown hair and a much softer voice. I guess Adam took after his mother. Still, when I get back, that's more than enough reason to kick him in the balls.

"Wait, no!" Roman's mother stood up and tried to stop one of the Faunus, who tried to come into our direction. He knocked her down with his rifle, and blood splattered on the back of the couch.

The third Faunus held a pistol up to my mothers head, forcing her to keep sitting in the chair.

I was about to run towards her, as Roman pulled me back up the stairs. We hid inside a closet.

"Roman... I'm scared."

"I'm too. What do you think are they gonna..."

"They definitely got kids!" The Faunus in charge of searching yelled down. "There are toys all around here."

"Then bring the little bastards down here!"

"Got it."

Dammit, this wasn't good. He'd realize where we are hiding... Sooner or later.

Suddenly, a shot rang out downstairs, and the Faunus ran back. We silently followed him and walked back in shock. Roman's Dad was lying on the ground, a large hole in his head.

"That's what you get for trying to fuck with us!" The Faunus over him yelled in anger.

"Dad!" Roman yelled, bringing their attention towards us.

"See, there they are. Get them!"

This time, I pulled Roman up the stairs. He tried to run, but I was stronger than him back in the day. Once we arrived in my room, I pulled out a box from under my bed. It was an old chemical set, one I've never got the chance to really use.

I pulled out a flask and nodded. We waited until the door opened, and the Faunus came in. I immediately threw the bottle, and it landed on his face. While his Aura stopped the shards from doing any damage, it was unable to stop chemicals.

He cried in agony as the acid burned his eyes. It wasn't deadly, but enough to keep him out of commission for a short time.

Roman and I ran through between his legs and wanted to go down into the living room, as a shockwave hit me.

I can't remember what happened afterward, though I'm pretty certain that the White Fang decided to blow up part of the building."

Being stuck on an Island full of prehistoric creatures was probably one of the worst things Jaune could ever have imagined. Well, he never actually imagined it to happen in the first place.

However, if he had to admit some advantages of it, then there's no homework. Or exams. Of course, that was negated by the constant fear of being eaten alive, poisoned, dying to illness or other horrible ways to go out.

But this. This moment was one that made it all worth it. He and his team sat inside the Triceratops enclosure, in front of the egg.

Nora had gathered them earlier, after discovering small cracks in the shell.

"It's hatching!" Ren said.

The cracks on the eggshell got bigger and bigger until a small, beaked mouth stuck out. The creature slowly made its way out of the egg and took its first breath. The young Triceratops had inherited its mother's color, with a few darker stripes along the back. At least from what was visible through the parts of the egg and fluid still sticking to its body.

"It's cute!" Nora yelled out. She ran in to hug the newborn but was held back by Ren.

He shook his head. "It needs some time with its mother now." They watched as the mother nudged the young Triceratops with her beak, and the small one looked into her eyes.

"Right, animals take the first thing they see as their mother," Jaune muttered.

The newborn continued lying in the grass. For quite some time. "So... Is it not eating anything?" Nora asked.

"I think it can't walk yet. It just hatched, after all." Pyrrha said calmly.

"So how does it eat-" Nora's question was quickly answered, as the mother threw up munched grass, ferns and other foliage before it started eating the remains of the egg. "That's disgusting."

"That's nature." Ren retorted.

"House Centipedes are nature too. And they are still disgusting." Pyrrha said.

"What's a house Centipede?" Jaune asked.

"Trust me, you don't wanna know."

"Say, Pyrrha?" Nora asked, careful not to say anything wrong. "You seem awful, well, normal today."

"Why shouldn't I be normal?" She pointed at the sky. "The sun is shining, and that's all that matters. I also already prepared a shrine to praise it."

"Praise?" Jaune muttered, looking at Ren and Nora. "Yeah, I think you still haven't had enough sleep."

"I'm hollow. I can't sleep. Or, at least, I won't help me to get rest."

"Okay, that's enough." Nora snapped. "I'm gonna mix some narcotics into your dinner."

"Try as you might, but it won't get me to sleep," Pyrrha smirked.

"Please, mix that stuff into her food..." Jaune and Ren said to Nora, who nodded with a wide grin.

"The next thing I do remember, or at least the next thing of importance, is me and Roman walking through Vale. I think one, maybe two years had passed since the White Fang attacked our home.

The two of us were the only survivors. Everyone downstairs had been crushed by the crumbling building.

At this point, we had already gotten used to living on the street, making a tiny bit of money with collecting trash or cleaning the front porches of house owners. We always hoped that some people would take us in, but sadly, this wasn't the time for that.

Back then, Vale had a couple of harsh years. The council was corrupt and had instigated a pretty high tax on children, in hopes of getting poor people to leave the city. Of course, the rich people didn't even tolerate the homeless in their area...

Orphanages were also full, mostly with refugees from surrounding villages that got attacked by Grimm.

But we made it work. We managed to find a little spot under a bridge, where we made our home. We mostly used our money to buy food, or sometimes something else we could use, like a fishing rod to catch food ourselves.

Anyways, our daily walk was going smoothly. We were on the search for a small shop that cheaply sold clothes, something we desperately needed. Well, we weren't naked or anything, but we were slowly growing out of our old rags. At least Roman did...

"Here, maybe." We stopped in front of a second-hand shop. "They even got a sale right now."

"Yeah, sounds good. I just hope we find something better for you than that dumb shirt..." I poked his chest, and he laughed. Honestly, that shirt really looked dumb as hell. Who wears pink with white flowers and hearts on it?

At least his bowler head looked good on him. Something he inherited from his father, I guess. At least he has something to remember him by.

Thus, we entered the small shop and started looking around the clothes. There was a lot that fit us, but we also wanted something that looked a bit better than what we currently had.

"What about this one?" I asked as I held up a peculiar pink umbrella. "I like it."

Roman looked at the price tag and sighed. "No, it's too much."

"Aw..." At that point, I had a small idea. One that had started our later career. "Hey, how about we just take it?"

"Neo... That would be stealing."

I sighed. "And? We barely get enough money to buy food. I don't think we should continue on like that. I know your dad was a cop and all, but..."

"No, I get it. Honestly, I thought about it sometimes too. I'm just scared about what happens when we get caught..."

Good point. Well, not that it mattered to me back then. After arguing for a bit, we decided on simply taking the umbrella. I closed it, and quickly moved out of the shop, while Roman distracted the clerk. Lucky for us, CCTV wasn't common back then, so stealing the umbrella was rather easy.

From that point onward, we started to steal more and more. At the start, it was only small stuff, like clothes or food, but then it started to be gold, gems, and other stuff until we decided to conduct our first larger raid at the age of seventeen.

In hindsight, we shouldn't have tried it. If we didn't, then I should still be able to speak without opening up old wounds in my throat..."

"Salem seems to have made her move..." Ozpin sighed, sitting behind the desk in his office.

"Looks like it," Ironwood responded. "That means we only have one person left who could act as a witness."

"Adam's right hand. Right." Ozpin looked at Winter, who was standing on the opposite side of the room as Qrow. "Miss Schnee? Have you any information about his well being?"

"The White Fang outpost is still doing well."

"And about that summoning ritual you mentioned?"

"Apparently all who attended it went insane and committed suicide." Winter looked at the ground. "Other than that, they are doing what they always did: Planning the next attack."

"That is reassuring. However, I believe that we might have to strengthen our surveillance."

"Why are we even surveilling them?" Qrow interrupted, receiving confused looks from Ozpin. "They are terrorists, aren't they? We should just force him to come here."

"As much as it pains me to admit it, but I think the same thing," Winter added. "We should launch a raid on the camp, and wipe it out. Then the White Fang threat would be gone, and we can capture our target before Salem can."

"A raid on the camp could result in a war with High Leader Kahn though." Ozpin threw in.

"True, but this would be a war they couldn't win. And we both know that she isn't stupid. She will know that she can't win." Ironwood said and put his Scroll on the table. It projected various ships into the air. "In fact, we already looked into constructing a force to take the camp. The atlesian army has enough assets to spare, and we can also add a student or two from your school."

"Of course, I would lead the attack," Winter added. The projection shifted to show an overview of the camp. "Apparently, the target is in the big tent. We will discuss further strategy once we are there."

"And do you have any team in mind?" Ozpin brought out his own scroll and opened the databanks of the students attending Beacon Academy. "Of course, Team RWBY and JNPR are out of the question."

"I would prefer a Team that is already involved. What about the monkey boy?"

"Team SSSN? Yes, I think they would be up for the task. I'm sure Mr. Wukong is happy to repay the White Fang."

"All right. Then I'll take the necessary precautions." Ironwood walked up to the Elevator, followed by Winter. "Let's hope we are faster than Salem."

"And in the off chance that Salem is faster, then what?" Qrow asked after the General and his assistants were gone.

"Then we will continue as we're used to. I don't think that Salem has anything to do with our people disappearing, so she will probably try to find out what happened too. Thus, we will strengthen our surveillance of Amity. Of course, that will only work if she hasn't managed to slip in a spy yet."

"You think that's possible?"

"Yes, I do. Maybe it would be wise to search for one, just in case. Can I trust you and Taiyang to do that?"

"Sure. Might take a bit to convince Taiyang though. He's still not willing to get involved in all the stuff behind the scenes."

"Which is more than understandable. If you cannot manage to convince him, then try to ask Miss Polendina or a member of Team CVFY. I am sure that they would be more than willing to help."

"All right. 'TIll later, Oz." With those words, Qrow left, leaving the Headmaster alone in his office.

He opened another file on his Scroll and entered two names. "I hope the twins don't have a problem with staying here for the time being."

"Well, looks like this is it, Neo," Roman said, standing in the old storehouse that we called our home by now. Roughly ten years have passed since we started our crime spree, and we quickly made a name for ourselves, though not so high that any other criminals considered us a threat.

But today, this shall change. We'll finally gain their respect... By committing the largest heist in Vale History. Well, after the Great War. "And you sure the plan will work? I mean raiding the Central Bank seems... a bit much."

"How so? It's nothing different than robbing a store. Just, you know, bigger."

"You asked me to scout out the security. I've never seen guns that big before. Hell, I think they have a Huntsmen there."

"That's exactly why we have to do this, Neo! This way, all the other gangs will finally give us the respect we deserve!"

"I'm sorry, but I don't think you could even call us a gang yet. It's just us two, our intern and Duke Squiggles III." I pointed at a small desk with a cage containing a small hamster.

"And that's the problem. Trust me, we can do this. After all, did my plans ever fail?"

A smile came upon my lips. "No. No, they didn't. All right, let's do this." I grabbed my Umbrella, while Roman swung his cane around.

"Great. Brian, Duke Squiggles, you watch over the hideout while we're gone!"

"Got it, boss!" Brian replied with a salute. Squiggles simply continued eating his carrot.

With that, we were off to our goal: The Vale Central Bank. Massive amounts of Gold and Lien were awaiting us there. And, most importantly, respect by the other gangs in the city.

The plan Roman came up with was simple: Use my Semblance to distract the Guards, while we snuck inside. That first phase went smoothly, and my Semblance was able to get the guards to run into some alleyway.

Once inside, Roman pulled out a small ball from his coat and threw it on the ground. Since the introduction of early robotics in the atlesian army, many weapons have made their way onto the black market.

Including EMP-bombs. They weren't working on any advanced circuits or electronics but were more than enough to fry a couple of cameras and electronic locks.

With that disabled, it was child play to make our way into the inner parts of the bank. If our intel was correct and considering that it came from hacking into the bank's network, it probably was, the way to the Tresor should lay underground.

However, the entire thing was one, large labyrinth. I guess this was supposed to keep people like us out.

All was going smoothly thus far, but that quickly changed as we came around a corner, and got a direct view of the vault. To my surprise, it looked exactly like those you would see in a movie. A large, cog-like metal door.

And the guards standing before it. Well, I call them guards, but they were too young. And they didn't dress like guards.

"What are Huntsmen doing here?" Roman muttered.

"Maybe they are assisting the bank?" I guessed. Back then, I thought that someone ratted us out, but that wasn't the case. No, as it turns out, Beacon has an annual program were Teams of Huntsmen are assigned to small missions to prepare them for later.

And I guess these guys were assigned to the bank, as some kind of watchdogs. Not unusual, as far as I know. Banks, laboratories, and other high-security stuff often consult Huntsmen for help.

"Can we take them?" I asked.

"Well, they seem to still be students. First years, I'd guess." Roman replied. "I think we can do it. Unless-"

"Unless what?"

We slowly turned around and saw someone in front of us. A thin man with a red cape, and a tired-looking face, if I remember correctly. He carried a large broadsword on his back and seemed drunk.

"Uh, unless they aren't up to security standards. Then we would have to tell the boss, and they would be fired." Roman replied, trying to save the situation.

"Listen, It's surprising you made it this far, but this is the end. I'm gonna give you two options. Get out of here, or I'll kick you out." He put his hand on the grip of his sword.

Roman sighed and grabbed his cane. "Really? You want to fight him?"

"He's just one guy. We are two. He's no match." Roman replied and shot.

The man jumped out of the way and charged at us with his sword. Roman blocked his first strike but was thrown back, as a Shotgun revealed itself in the sword.

"Roman!" I yelled and attacked the Huntsmen. He blocked all my attacks, and I even managed to block one or two of his, but in the end, I was no match. He kicked me away, knocking out my Aura.

In the meantime, Roman had gotten back up and charged at the man. He managed to knock away his sword, but Melodic Cudgel flew away and against the wall. With the weapon out of the way, the man got ready to deliver the final blow.

My legs basically started moving by themselves, and I threw myself in harm's way, just as the sword came down. That's when everything went black."

The unbroken moon stood firmly on the night sky, surrounded by the lights of millions of stars. The Island was asleep, most creatures resting by their nests. Only a few insects, mammals and birds were awake, using the night for their own battle for survival.

However, that didn't mean the handful of humans on the Island were asleep. One, dressed in a dirtied white suit and black bowler head, was saddling a Raptor for his departure.

Most of his supplies, mainly food, narcotics, and flint were already inside small pouches on the side of the brown leather saddle. Roman was about to jump onto the creature, as a female voice stopped him.

"Roman!"

He looked towards the camp, and saw red eyes alongside green hair, illuminated by the light of a torch. Clyde was trotting after Emerald, following her like a dog.

"Whaddya want?"

"You're going to search for Neo, aren't you?" Emerald asked, and sighed. "I know it's hard to accept, but you know as well as I that she might be-"

"I know. Even with her skills, she wouldn't be able to fight a pack of Allosaurs. But I can't just abandon her. Even if all I find are her remains, then I'm at least certain."

"She's really important to you, isn't she?"

"She's the only family I have, kiddo. It's like you and Cinder. But with a lot less negligence and repressed feelings."

A smile crept upon Emerald's lips. "All right, fine. I'll come along."

The shock made Roman almost fall off the Raptor, but he managed to hold on. "Wait, you're saying you want to help me?"

"Hey, I don't particularly like the little devil, but I abandoned her just as much as you did. Also, I'm sure my Semblance would be of use. I never tried it, but I can probably stir away some carnivores if the need arises."

"Fine, you can come along." Emerald nodded and jumped onto the Raptor, which immediately barked in pain. "But get your own mount."

"Well, the only other choices are a Diplodocus and a turtle. I'll stick with my feet."

Roman rolled his eyes, and they started walking south, into the direction of the Red Obelisk, their way illuminated only by the warm light of two torches. "Say, Roman... Back when we met those Allosaurs, Neo spoke. Why doesn't she do that normally?"

"Did we ever mention our first heist?"

"Fleetingly, yes. Vale Central Bank, was it?"

"We didn't think a Hunstmen would be there. During the fight, Neo, having already lost most of her Aura, had jumped in to save me. The blunt side of the sword hit her throat, crushing her vocal cords. They've gotten better in the hospital, but speaking holds the risk of ripping the wounds open again."

"Ouch, that's harsh. That's why she never spoke... But if that's true, then her yelling."

"It definitely opened the wound. I mean, the wound itself isn't fatal, but I fear she might choke on her blood."

"That could happen. Especially when running away from a pack of dinosaurs." Emerald sighed and looked at Roman. "Don't worry, we'll find her."

And thus concludes Chapter 20.

It took some time since E3 and a few new games occupied a lot of free time, but here it is.

Well, this was the backstory I thought of for Roman and Neo, at least the rough outline. There's more stuff that's coming later.

Something else I would like to address is Ark: Extinction. Obviously, that DLC will wrap up the Story of Ark, but as it comes out after I settled on the relation between the Arks and Remnant, lore from there might not show up.

Anyways, now to replies:

Samdaman95: Well, here's your answer.

Colossus Bridger: Good idea. Though it probably won't be an entire Chapter in the park, I'm planning on having one that's entirely on Remnant.

Mecharic: Thanks.

Every Character is at one point supposed to have a 'main mount'. I already know what Ruby's is, and trust me, it's fast.

Yes, Troodon and Raptors can have Semblances and Auras. But only the more intelligent animals and Alphas.

What boss they fight first is a secret for now. But let's just say that all boss fights will take an entire Chapter.

Guest: I'd say it's bizarre.

Guest: Yes, the overseer will be in this. Rockwell won't make an appearance, but he'll be important.

Jman241: Sorry, but no. There are a few reasons, for example, that having a Reaper King would kill you, as it bursts through your chest, and death in this story is permanent. It also clashes with the reason why they're on the Ark and the backstory behind the relation of the Arks and Remnant.

RWBY belongs to Rooster Teeth; Ark: Survival Evolved belongs to Wildcard Studios