Chapter 7

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**I do not own RWBY,Blaisingfire(the original creator of this story) does not own RWBY. Rooster teeth productions does. That's why i still struggle paycheck to paycheck while they do not. This is a fan made parody so enjoy!**

"So, they made droids that can talk. I guess that's to make people like me not feel so lonely on recon missions." Chemo sighed heavily.

"Sir, can you take a look at this please?" the droid, now dubbed 1-1 by Chemo, said with a hint of annoyance.

'Oh? Emotions as well? Yeah I'm on my way 1-1." Chemo said mockingly, keeping his thoughts on military spending to himself. He walked into the room and took a look at what 1-1 wanted him to see. 1-1 handed him a record of the testing the Fang had carried out. He skimmed the pages and it looked like Yang and Jaune were just the first, and a prototype for something much worse. The Fang was planning a larger scale attack, but there was no mention on what the targets were. Frustrated, Chemo desperately scoured the charred remains of notebooks and hard drives for even a scrap of intel.

"My scans were thorough. It appears the rest of what could be intel is gone sir. We should keep moving and regroup with the other team." 1-2 said.

"Fine. 1-1 and 1-3, you're on point. Sweep and secure the next room. Everyone else, with me." Chemo walked out of the room, picking up his rifle leaning on the door frame, and started advancing down the hall.

Everything else went in silence. It seemed like that one squad was all the Fang brought, but if hindsight was 20/20 then that was an advance team to flush them out, and the rest were waiting in ambush outside.

It was slow moving. Meat's injury complicated things and Ozone wasn't too pleased having to carry him. Ironwood moved on point, his revolver was guaranteed to punch a fist sized hole in any soft targets they encountered. Scarecrow took the rear guard position to make sure the Fang squad wasn't catching up with them. "Scarecrow, how's it looking?" Ironwood asked.

"I hear nothing Sir. I think not that they would waste time digging through rubble. Were it me, I would re-grouped with the main force outside." Scarecrow replied, never taking his eyes away from the rear flank.

Considering Meats injury, they were making good time. The team's moral seemed to be alright, considering where they were. "Any word from Chemo sir?" Ozone asked, straining under Meat's dead weight.

"Not yet, I'll take no news as good news for now." Ironwood responded.

"Agreed sir." Meat said barely above a whisper.

Ironwood had a bad habit of ducking into a room after the advance team to make a quick scan. Not in part of any lack of skill from his men, but in their lack of experience. Something he has in abundance. After another twenty minutes, they caught up with the advance team. Chemo and the droids had stopped just before the exit of the bunker so the teams could regroup.

"Sir, there's the exit. I had 1-4 do a thermal scan and there's about ten men, one heavily armored. I don't think they know about this exit otherwise they would have it covered." Chemo spoke frankly to Ironwood while he sat against the wall, craving into the floor with his knife.

"That's fine, any ideas? Could we sneak past?" Ironwood suggested.

"Doubt it. We could try but with how close they are, any slip up and we would take casualties. I don't see a soft way outta this General.", Chemo replied, fighting to hold back a smile.

"Options?" Ironwood asked.

"Smoke and flashbangs to limit visibility. Then we can move deep into the room around the corner and dominate the opposition from there. Meat and Ozone posted here as rear guard and engage anyone caught in the flank." 1-2 suggested.

"Agreed. 1-2 and 1-4 will toss out grenades to cover us. Meat and Ozone, you two stay back and keep to cover. If anyone comes in here poking around then take care of it. Chemo, Scarecrow, weapons check and get ready to breach with the droids. Any questions?"

The team replied. "Copy." in unison as they all double checked their equipment as quietly as possible.

1-2 and 1-4 took positions near the door and got their grenades ready. They nodded towards Ironwood. Ironwood swiftly nodded back. They pulled the pins and tossed them around the corner. The two small cylinders rolled to a stop in the middle of the large squad of White Fang members. With a loud 'pop', smoke filled the area, followed quickly with a sharp crack and a blinding light. The team breached through the doorway and opened fire on the Fang. Sounds of gunfire filled the immediate area as the team dispatched the disoriented troops.

As the team left around the corner 1-1 stayed back long enough to distract the squad so the fang wouldn't go after Meat or Ozone. Meat and Ozone were tucked into a corner in the far end of the room and watched as everyone passed. Letting go of the breath they were holding they shifted only to see the leader in heavy armor slowly walking by. They suddenly stopped and Ozone leveled his gun at the door frame, the leader took a step into the door frame and slowly scanned the room. He had a holster on his thigh but no visible weapon in it. He took another slow scan around the room and settled on the exact corner that Meat and Ozone were in.

'There's no way he can see us, it's too damn dark. Even for night vision the daylight behind him would be throwing off his sight.' Ozone thought as he held his breath. Meat took his sidearm out of his holster and aimed at the officer. The officer reached behind him and pulled out a revolver similar to general Ironwoods. Instead of silver his gun was completely black, everything about it was pitch black. He leveled the revolver at the pair of soldiers and cocked the hammer back. As his finger began depressing the trigger Meat and Ozone were doing the same with their weapons. As Meat and Ozone were about to discharge their weapons a bright flash of light and loud bang filled the room and the smell of gunpowder filled the air.

As the bullhead was approaching Beacon academy the pilot radioed ahead.

"Beacon tower this is aircraft 1500, permission to land. Be advised, we have critically wounded people aboard who require immediate medical attention."

"Aircraft 1500, this is Beacon tower. Permission granted, medical personnel have been notified and will meet you as you touch down." The cisp and calm tone of a true professional came through on the radio.

"Beacon tower, 1500. We copy loud and clear eta five mikes." The pilot replied.

As 1500 approached five emergency medical were standing by to assist but we're terribly unprepared for what they were about to see. As soon as the bullhead landed they gathered around the offramp, two sergeants were helping Archer and Buck walk and four Gurney's were wheeled out with Russel and Dove, both unconscious with non-existent aura levels. Yang and Jaune were on the remaining gurneys and in terrible condition. Anyone else besides the team of friends that rescued them would have declared them D.O.A.

"My Lord what happened?" One nurse said barely above a whisper.

"It looks like they were gutted… I'm going to be sick." Another said as they held lunch down but only just.

Slapping the backs of their heads, a doctor spoke up. "Keep it together, we've seen worse. While this is undoubtedly the worst we've seen in awhile, it's not impossible to bring them back from the brink of death itself. Get them to surgery now! I'll be along shortly."

*3 days later*

Ozpin had been nice enough to provide Ironwood with the finest room on campus, normally reserved for himself or any recovering huntsman. Ironwood was woken from his sleep by rapid knocking on his door followed by the door sliding open and none other than Glynda Goodwitch intruding. "Why Glynda, to what do I owe the unexpected visit? You do realize I might not be alone?"

"Oh James, we both know you're very alone in here. I came to tell you that the surgery on Miss Xiao Long was successful and she's predicted to be awake in the next few hours." Goodwitch sighed pinching the bridge of her nose.

Ironwood threw back the sheets and swung his legs over the side to stretch out from his rest. As he was rolling his right shoulder he caught Goodwitch staring from the corner of his eye. Noticing she was caught she quickly turned around blushing furiously.

"See anything you like Glynda?" Ironwood said with a smirk on his face.

"Damn you James, just put some pants on!" Glynda said, not daring to turn around as her face could rival the color of crescent rose.

"So that's a yes then? Ok just wait outside I'll be there in five minutes." Ironwood said, satisfied he flustered her enough for at least the next week.

Goodwitch opened the door, stomped outside and slammed it closed. Silently fuming over how he got to her. Everything was quiet till a student was passing by and asked if she was alright. Glynda blew up on them telling them to mind their own business. Poor velvet didn't know what happened but she would go back to her dorm and certainly mind her own business.

Five minutes later Ironwood was walking out and accompanied by Goodwitch to Yang's recovery room. The trip was uncomfortably quiet as the history between Goodwitch and Ironwood was rocky at the best of times. 'Ozpin sent me to fetch him just because he knows it irritates me and I have to put on a good face, don't worry i'll get you back.' Glynda thought to herself with a mischievous smile forming.

"Whats got you in such a good mood Glynda?" Ironwood practiced his art of stating the obvious and getting under her nerves at the same time.

"Nothing you need to concern yourself with General." She added emphasis and a hint of venom to her reply.

"No need to bite my head off, it was just a question between friends." Ironwood said with his smug and knowing smile on.

"Lets just continue to the recovery room in silence please." Glynda sigh with exasperation.

Shrugging and continuing to walk they made the last twenty minutes in unsteady peace and quiet. As they approached the door Ironwood began to feel uneasy. 'What if something went wrong? This could be disastrous. The White Fang kidnapping huntsman in training… what's next?' Ironwood thought to himself.

Glynda was wondering the same thing as they opened the doors to the observation room. Once their eyes adjusted they saw Yang resting on a bed. Her arm was gone but anything else they would have to wait till she could have visitors. The doctor went out to meet them both.

"Yang's injuries were severe, nothing we couldn't handle. She's lost her arm and her stomach was in pretty bad shape. The surprising thing is the entry wound was done with a very crude instrument but the rest of the damage to her reproductive system was almost surgical." The doctor said with concern on his face.

"Wait, reproductive system? Why would they do that? She wasn't pregnant was she?" Both Glynda and Ironwood said at the same time.

"My guess is yes, it was a message. When they did this they made her lose her baby. If she doesn't know yet then she will know when she wakes up." The doctor said with his head hung.

Everybody in the room was silent. The doctor in memory for the fallen and Glynda and Ironwood both for the weight of the news.

"WHAT? Yang was pregnant?!"

Everyone in the room turned to see team RWB standing just inside the door with shocked looks on their faces. Ruby had a look of worry on her face as she stared at Yang. Blake's ears were folded down and her head hung and tears slowly streaming down her face. Weiss had collapsed on the ground and was cradling her head in her hands, her shoulders shaking in time with the sobs escaping her and tears freely flowed down her face. Blake was the first to recover.

"How far along was she?"

"It's impossible to tell offhand, but my best guess would be around the end of the first trimester." The doctor said just above a whisper.

The room, once again, fell into silence. All the friends looked towards Ironwood and Glynda. "Did you all know?" Weiss said glaring at them both.

"No, we just learned about this as well. Im sure the only person who might have known would be the father." Glynda said.

"Do we know who the father is?" Ruby said

"I think that's for Yang to discuss with everyone. I'm sorry." The doctor said.

"Any idea when she'll be awake and can have visitors?" Blake said looking hopeful.

"It could be tomorrow, It could be a month from now or six months. The healing process is all up to her natural abilities." The doctor pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Professor Goodwitch, could we stay with Yang? Wed like to be here when she wakes up." Weiss asked.

After thinking about it for a minute she responded. "I'll talk to Professor Ozpin."

He sat in his chair sipping on his coffee, looking over a recent report from Ironwood. Setting the report down Ozpin sighed. 'I'm tired of hearing about the fang and how uppity they've been lately. We need to do something about them.' he thought, his mouth forming a slash across his face. Suddenly there was a knock on his door and he put all of his materials away and stood up."You may enter."

Glynda walked in looking saddened at something and stopped a respectful distance from Ozpin. "I have a request Professor."

'Odd, she's usually not so formal.' Ozpin thought, "What's on your mind Glynda?"

"It's about the team's that Miss Xiao Long and Mister Arc are a part of. I'm wondering if they can be excused from classes until their teammates are recovered." She said skeptically.

"Yes." Ozpin responded simply.

Glynda stared at him with wide eyes, "Yes?" she asked

"Yes, the members of team RWB are excused from classes as is team NPR so they can be with Miss Xiao Long and Mister Arc." Ozpin replied knowingly. 'Things are progressing much faster than I predicted. I'll have to get in touch with the others soon and speed plans up.' A frown forming as dark thoughts clouded his mind. "Is that all Glynda, or is there something else you needed?"

Taken aback by the bluntness of his tone she took the hint. "No, that's all. Good day Ozpin and thank you." Turning and heading towards the elevator with haste she made her way to where RWB and NPR were waiting for the news. 'Something's bothering him, he'll tell us when we need to know.'

A:N I know this is probably late and i'm really sorry to everyone who has followed/favorited the story. Much appreciated to everyone who does, Seriously i get flooded with emails telling me this stuff. It warms my heart and makes my day everytime to see how many people read this! Ive been sick so thats why there was a delay this week but i'm feeling much better! Don't forget, if anyone has ideas, suggestions or concepts they would like me to look at then feel free to share them with me! I have nothing better to do with my time after i get out of work. Seriously its kinda sad I work, clean/eat, work on the truck and sleep. That's it!