A New Employer

Is anyone out there not want me dead? I know I said I was gonna be active, then I met college. Rather, it barrelled right through me. This is my second week and after having done more research on some of the characters, I realize I am gonna be WAY more in depth than I thought I would be.

And yes, I know you are still waiting on a chapter of Heart's Remnants, that's next, I swear. With the amount of fav's and follows it got over the break period, there's no WAY I'm ignoring it. I have a brand spanking new Alienware laptop, plenty of Doc space, and enough time that should be used for something else to waste on typing up a new chapter or two.

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So without further ado:

I DO NOT OWN RWBY OR SWTOR


D-5 Mantis Landing Site

How the hell did I get into this? One minute I'm attempting to shoot down Havoc Squad, the next, I'm gunning down a horde of… whatever these thing are.

"On your left Torian!" I call out to my brother as I blast the creature trying to sneak up on his left. We've been at this for about half an hour now, barely getting chances to catch our breath, let alone restock on ammo. The enemies are a sea of black to us, but they don't take blaster bolts to the face well, or Skadge's smell.

I've had Gault firing from behind a crate of ammo for about five minutes so he can throw the cartridges and missiles to us between shots. I set the ship's cannons to security mode; with a full range of motion, compliments of Blizz, they can rip open rip open massive groups and any enemies that try to sneak up on us. Next, Blizz, Mako, and I are halfway down the ramp, using random objects from within the ship's cargo hold as cover. And I don't think the guy frozen in Carbonite appreciates me using his cell "block" as cover. Mako slaps my upper arm, sensing my poor humor, then returns to throwing grenades into the crowd. That only leaves two people at the bottom of the ramp, acting as our vanguard. Torian, and...

"COME GET SOME YOU MANGY MUTTS!" I swear, Skadge is going to get himself beat up by someone who won't take his Shab anymore. But at least his sloppy wide swings decapitate even the larger lupine ones.

Those bear ones? They don't like Torian's flurry of electrostaff twirls, they are too slow to keep up with my brother in arms. And the smaller ones can't even scratch his Beskar armor. And a simple Jet blast keeps him from getting overrun.

Essentially we can hold out until us long range fighters run out of weaponry. And that ain't gonna happen any time soon. A Grand Champion is always prepared: be it in the field, or your ship, always be a walking arsenal, and have a plan. I've prepped this ship to be able to outlast a literal siege if needs be. With enough food, drink, and ammunition to run a small army, I would call that prepared.

I fire an explosive dart into the middle of a cluster of creatures near the center, causing one to panic, then promptly blow him and his buddies skyhigh. I then cross my blaster arms and sweep them back and forth, effectively dealing large groups a deathblow. I only watch for a moment as their bodies evaporate, just like the others have been, before I fire a Tracer Missile to a flying bird-like one and send a trio of Heatseeker Missiles and a Rail Shot afterwards to bring it down.

After fighting for about another five minutes, and hundreds of smaller creatures later, the air was cleared of the snarls and blaster fire, leaving an unsettling silence over the field that should have held way more bodies than it did.

"Torian, you alright?" Mako calls to the Mandalorian. After having been married to her, Torian has essentially adopted her as his little sister, and I'm glad that they have been getting along as well as they have, even if he takes her side in arguments.

"I'm fine ner vod." He replies, turning to chat with us as Skadge and Gault keep watch. "But I may have to have Blizz repair my techstaff." Showing us his weapon, it was clear to see it wasn't faring as well as his armor did, numerous scratches and small indents riddled the length of it.

"No problem," I reply, relieve Gault of Sniper Duty and take his spot, he can grab his rifle and be mid defense, and turn off the guns, we need to save power." Torian nodded as he ran to grab his rifle, bringing Blizz with him to help with repairs.

It was right then when we wanted to relax, an ear piercing screech broke through the trees.

"Two more!" Gault warns from his scope."And they are karking huge!"

"Don't wait on my account, shoot 'em!" I ordered. Gault fires off a couple of potshots, but instead of the death throes these things love to make, they only screeched louder.

"I think I made 'em mad," Gault reports, a little cautious

"Form up!" I directed my team to a good secondary position. "Focus your fire on the one I'm not shooting! Torian! Get cover with Gault! Blizz, stay beside me and Mako! Skadge, if ya got any special concoctions, start lobbing them!"

"With pleasure!"

Just as we formed a decent line, two ENORMOUS eight legged, heavily armored monsters crash into the clearing. With white carapaces, giant pincers, and stingers the size of Skadge, probably poisonous, and a full size of about half the Mantis, I knew we were in trouble. It was gonna take a miracle to kill these things without the guns.

"KILL THESE HUTT SPAWN!" I opened fire with everything I had, using a Death From Above approach, I launched multiple missiles into the two creatures, going for a Priming Shot, followed by a Tracer, Blazing Bolts, Rail Shot, Heatseeker trio, but nothing worked. I only ended up charring its armor. My companions were having a better time though, their target was flinching at least. Damn my Mando pride, Torian is going to give me an earful about not hunting alone, then Mako would give me an even bigger earful.

It was at this moment the monster had finally gotten in range to use its natural weapons as it lunges with a left pincer, followed by a tail stab. I hop back enough to avoid the claw, and roll under its body to let the stinger stab the ground harmlessly. Being the resourceful Hunter I was, I planted an explosive dart on the softer belly area, followed by an Electro Net to cover my escape as I Rocketed Out from under it. The dart detonated, making the thing cry out in true pain finally as the force rocked the creature a bit and blew out a couple of legs.

The monster freed its tail and attempted to lunge behind itself in order to catch me off guard, I rolled sideways and fired a rocket at the offending appendage. With a lucky shot, I managed to blow the stinger off from its joint and it landed softly onto the ground. Now that a main threat was handled, I could get near it without completely dying and its non-poisonous parts would be shot to hell.

Except it evidently realized this and spun around to bat me away through a tree, then another, then another. I'm pretty sure I would've died if not for my Beskar armor, and I'm still pretty woozy anyway. Those were some thick trees to be launched through damnit. I stumbled as I got back up and I was greeted by the sight of the monster, which was right in front of me, in mid-lunge.

Now normally, I'd be able to dodge this no problem. Right now, my pack is damaged, I'm concussed, and my everything hurts to move. It looks like my luck has finally run out.

'Mako's going to kill me,' I chuckled as I waited for the claw to come down. But it never came. Instead, the giant bug got what looked to be a mortar right to the face and scurried away to recompose itself after taking a large explosive to the dome. What came next really surprised me.

"Havoc Squad, engage!" Dressed in his full armor, straight from Corellia's front line, blaster cannon at the ready, was Major Berr'ium, leader of Havoc Squad, with the full squad in tow.

The Major walks over to me after deploying his cohorts, takes a knee, removes his helmet, and displays a smug smirk on a Mirialan face. "Son of a blaster," he murmured. "Figured you were too stubborn to die, but here I find you waiting for a final blow." He stands up and reaches an arm out to me. "Come on, you got a hunt to finish."

"You lived too huh?" I chuckled, "Course Havoc Squad lives to fight another day." I grasp his forearm and he yanks me off the ground, Beskar and all. It was at this moment my would-be killer decides to rejoin the party, charging straight towards me and the Major.

We give each other a sideways glance, one that communicates our respect, hate, rivalry, and plan to bring this thing down. He sets his cannon to Full Auto while I unleash Blazing Bolts on it. I fire a Tracer Missile and he lets loose with a bout of Serrated Bolts. He uses a Mag Round while I let off a Rail Shot. It was around the time that his Assault Plastique went off that the thing finally decided to die. With a final screech of pain, it collapses, disintegrating on the spot.

We turn to grin at each other, but then realization sets in of what happened before we were stuck here. The result was instant. He turns his cannon on me as I level my pistols to his head. Somehow, all of our showed up lined at our side, Mako facing Elara Dorne, Blizz aiming at a supposedly amused M1-4X, Jorgan leveling his rifle to Gault's, Torian, now with Techstaff, flourishing it to Yuun the Gand, and Skadge and Vik already had blades crossed.

We stare silently at our opponents as a tumbleweed rolls by, in the middle of a forest, both me and the Major glance at it, both of us rather confused, before sharply turning back to face our mortal enemies.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't take this shot right now," Jorgan threatened.

"Simple," Gault replied with a smirk. "I can take mine."

"VIIIK!" Skadge roared "You've been a thorn in my side for too long! How many credits do you owe me?"

"None," Vik smirked. "Not since you found yourself in Republic maximum security. How'd you like Belsavis anyway?"

I glared at Skadge before he could make another stupid remark, then back at Berr'ium.

"Give me one reason not to shoot you right between the eyes here and now!" I threatened the soldier

"Sir," Dorne interjected to her superior. "I don't think this battle will turn out in any decent way. Plus, we need them to help us."

"They could be the only way off this rock," Mako agreed. "We may need to help each other."

"Why would we?" I asked, not taking my eyes off the Major. "To be perfectly honest, I'm quite good with settling down here. Think about it: no Empire, no Republic, no Jedi, no Sith, and no Nerf Herding Imp Intelligence to stab us in the back over and over. And we are already rich." It was a good idea. Tell the few people I trust in the galaxy of where my location is, as soon as I get comms working, and be away from the Force mumbo-jumbo, the idealistic wars, the insane leaders, and still have my credit account while having a local one. And I've secretly grown tired of these jobs that turn sour.

My crew gave me a mix of looks at that statement, some with concern, questioning, disapproval, and others I couldn't quite make out. Mako even lowered her weapon slightly and turned to me.

"Yeah? And what would you do?" Major Berr'ium jeered. "You and I both know that this place won't accept credits. Would you go back to being a two bit hired gun? Oh Grand Champion of the Great Hunt?"

"And what of you, Soldier Boy?" I asked back. "What are you without your precious Republic? Assume we can't fix any of this, what would you do? Where are either of us going to find a job that will completely glance over the fact that more than half of the people standing here would stick out like sore thumbs to a place that has had no intergalactic contact yet? Pretty sure you can't just enlist in a random military when you have green skin."

"I may have a suggestion to all of your problems," a voice spoke from the shadows of the forest. We all turned our weapons to this person. A tall man with silvery gray hair, brown eyes, spectacles, and a dark green suit walked into the light with a cane in one hand. In my head, every part of this man set off warning bells. This was no frail old man, this was a professional in his field: a hunter on par with legends. My respect for him was instant, but so was my caution.

"Ever thought of being teachers? My name is Headmaster Ozpin, of Beacon Academy, and we have a lot to discuss."


City of Vale- Three Years Later

Ruby Rose was ecstatic. She had just gone up against criminals head to head, even almost stopping their leader, Roman Torchwick. Now, she was on the rooftops with one of the most famous huntresses in Remnant: Glynda Goodwitch.

"You're a huntress," she pointed out. Glynda only glanced over at her, still recovering from the fight with the woman on the Bullhead. "Can I have your autograph?!"

Before Glynda could snap, a low roar could be heard. The two turned to where it was coming from just in time to see a figure fly above the edge of the building and land neatly within a few paces of Glynda.

The figure was in black clothing with gray armor pieces protecting the more important areas of the chest, a shoulder guard, a bandolier across his chest and another as a belt, with a rounded dome helmet that peaked near the top with two air hoses going around the back. (Outlander Boltblaster Mk 2) with two matching pistols hung off his belt. Ruby almost fainted when she realized who this was.

"You were right again, they were here. Almost had them this time too." Glynda reported.

"My contacts are always right," the man said in a gravelly voice. Almost like Qrow's "Sorry I wasn't here sooner, mopping up a gang that planned on striking a couple other shops. The Major's there now."

Ruby couldn't contain herself any longer. "OH! MY! GOSH! YOU'RE THE HUNTSMEN THEY CALL ARSENAL! EEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I ABSOLUTELY LOVED YOUR MAGAZINE INTERVIEW, I'VE READ IT LIKE, TEN TIMES!? AND I HAVE EVERY POSTER OF YOU! CAN I SEE YOUR BLASTERS?! HOW MANY WEAPONS DO YOU CARRY?!" After one last fangirl scream and letting it all out, she passed out, right in front of two of her heroes.

"Should I ask?" Dianok sighed, turning to Goodwitch.

"She handled the thugs on the street, helped me here too, if only a little." Glynda summed up.

Looking over the edge of the building to inspect the girl's handiwork he hums a bit. "Huh, not bad for a girl her age. Ozpin will want to see her, you know that?" Dianok raised an eyebrow behind his helmet.

"I know. He's already been contacted." She breathed a sigh with her acknowledgement. He's always doing things his own way, the man in front of her was proof of that.

"Still gonna lecture her anyway?" He shook his head in exasperation.

"Naturally." Glynda replied, prim and proper, before snapping her crop.

Suddenly, Dianok's tone became deathly serious. "We almost had her, didn't we?" His fists balled in anger and disgust at the people the fought.

Glynda's shoulders slumped. "Yes. Yes we did."

Patting The woman's shoulder, Dianok picked the sleeping girl up, turned to Goodwitch, and said, "We'll get her. She can't run forever. I'll take the girl to the station, see you there." With that, the man took off, girl cradled in his arms. Leaving Goodwitch alone to her thoughts.


There. Done. It's not as long as I wanted it to be, but I completed it. Now that the players are set, what does fate and Remnant have in store for our Bounty Hunter and Trooper? Read on to find out.

Reviews:

RomanceDagger: Appreciate the support, hope it still does.

Guest: BH was my favorite, Please PM me the title and link when you get the story written out.

Deadly kawaii ninja: Hope it still is :)

Mandalore the Freedom: I know we PM'd this discussion, but if there is anything I can do to improve the story now that the Trooper has entered the picture, please feel free to ask.

Grimlock987: No, Montross is far more evil. Dianok has a true sense of honor. A heart of gold and a wallet to match.

This is Theothergy (The-Other-Guy) signing off!