Chapter IV - Vinny the 2nd
The sun was barely peeking from the horizon, signaling the dawn, and it's few beams of light shone brightly upon the present dirt road and the dry vegetation surrounding it. The only sound audible at the moment was the light breeze skimming through the deserted area and it's vegetation, until the rumbling of various engines resonated in the distance. A few seconds passed, and the perpetrators of those sounds came into view in form of three trucks that only left dust behind in the deserted dirt path they pasted by.
Inside the leading truck in the front, two passengers were present wearing white sleeveless jackets with black hoods and Grimm mask covering their faces, the driver, which had dog ears coming out on top of his head through the hood, had a hand on the steering wheel and another hanging lazily outside the opened window of the truck, while the other passenger had an elbow against the door and had his face resting on his opened palm. The two White Fang goons were silent, their bodies positions reflecting the boredom of the travel, and their only main source of entertainment was the truck's radio playing country music.
A few moments have passed, and the passenger couldn't take it anymore.
"Uuuuuhhhhggg! Are we almost there yet?" he groaned out.
The driver could only sighed loudly. "For the 12th fucking time, no! And you just asked that five minutes ago!"
"Well so-rry! I'm trying to have some patience here, but I'm just a few moments away of pulling the gun and end it all!" the passenger exclaimed.
"Okay look!" taking a glance at the impatient passenger, the driver attempted to calm him down. "If it makes you feel any better, we're almost at Vale's border. After that it's just two more hours, so relax."
The passenger looked at the driver for a few seconds, before sighing and turning his gaze back at the window. "Fine, whatever. I still don't get why couldn't we just bring all the merchandise with a Bullhead, would've save a long trip from Vacuo."
"It would bring unnecessary attention that we don't need at the moment, so land transportation was our most discreet option." the driver explained. "We have a Bullhead, but only to provide backup in case something goes wrong here."
"Yeah, it makes sense..." the passenger agreed. "But I wish SOMETHING would happen, don't care what it is."
"Pfft, don't jinx it."
Not too long after, the driver's sight spotted a humanoid form in the distance stepping in the middle of the dirt road, and as the driver kept on driving closer, his eyes finally had a clear image of the lone figure standing in the road.
The lone figure was a young male of average height and lean built. He had long gray hair with purple tips that was tied into a low pony tail, having a strand framing his left side of the face that gave his hair an unkempt look, and sharp purple eyes. His dark grey upper clothing could only be considered a mix between a high collar cloak and a hoodie: the hoodie was long, reaching below his knees, only buttoned halfway from the top that left the lower half hanging open like a low cape, with a chin-high collar that almost covered his lower face, wide sleeves that covered his hands, and an emblem on the the back that consisted on a black spiky ball covered in purple flames. His lower clothing consisted of navy baggy pants, covered by ankle-high bandages, and grey and purple sneakers.
The driver stared confusingly at the lone stranger in the path, he could almost swore he saw a smirk rising on the stranger's face.
"What the...?" the driver muttered. "What is a human doing out here?"
The passenger turned to the road ahead of them. "Don't know, maybe he got lost. You think we should run him over?"
"Well, we wouldn't have any witnesses of our presence here, so-"
He stopped himself as he noticed the stranger raising his black gloved left hand, presenting a small remote. Ever so calm, the lone human placed the thumb against the small lid on the of the remote and opened it with a little push, revealing a crimson button.
"Okay, what the fuck is he-!" a shocked expression spread upon the driver's masked face as he came to a grim epiphany. "Oh..."
Almost as if noticing the drivers expression, the stranger's smirk turned into a cold smile as he pressed the button.
Click
BOOM!
The ground beneath the truck erupted in a blast, leveling the heavy vehicle into a blazing explosion that sent flaming scraps of metal soaring to all directions, one large scrap even flew right next to the grey-haired bomber who seem unfazed.
"Get mined, punks." he expressed with a hint of pride.
The exploding truck forced the remaining two trucks to stop, leveling some dirt in the air with the drifting tires, and immediately after, White Fang goons started exiting from the trucks armed with swords, spears and small firearms. Noticing the human responsible for the flaming show that occurred, one of the goons alerted the threat's presence to his comrades.
With a scoff, the young bomber dashed towards the group of armed faunus. As he was sprinting, with a little motion from his wrists, a pair of dark purple handles with cylinders surrounding it slid rapidly out his wide sleeves into his receiving hands and a pair of 30 cm long, sliver blades with dark purple linings popped out of the handles, revealings his weapons being a pair of large push-daggers.
A few goons fired their firearms at the approaching threat, but the bomber merely deflected most of the projectiles with a few spins from his daggers while dodging the rest of the bullets with repeated sidesteps. The bomber dealt with the first gunner he came upon with a flying back kick to the goons face, knocking him unconscious with a cracked masked in the process, before evading a sword swing from another goon that behind with a crouch and delivering a swipe kick on his legs, making the foe trip. Before the goon hit the dirt, the teen plunged his right dagger to his foe's abdomen and drove him to the ground. Sensing another approaching enemy, the bomber took the dagger out the body and slashed at the oncoming threat, staggering him, and thrust his left dagger into the goons solar plexus before taking the blade off the body with a spinning back kick, sending the bleeding faunus to the floor.
Without skipping a beat, the bomber sprinted towards his next foe who was brandishing a spear. He swung his left arm forward, sending the dagger soaring through the air, and it hit his mark on the enemy's neck, before performing a spinning flip over the goon's head, removing the thrown dagger in the process. The bomber ended on the other side with a somersault and thrust his feet upwards to another gunner's face, snapping the gunner's chin upwards and sending him spiraling to the dirt, before twisting his body and getting back on his feet with a windmill spin, staggering any goon near him, and slashing at a gunner's throat beside him, spilling his blood.
The remaining goons surrounded the bomber in a desperate attempt to overpower the lone human with numbers, but little did they know...
"Bad move, pussies!" he proclaimed their apparent mistake, crossing his arms in a 'X' formation.
Grunting slightly, vivid purple aura started to flow into his hands, building up energy. Seeing this, the surrounding faunus approached the bomber in a panicked state, but before any of them could land a hit on him, he trusted his hands out.
"AAAAHHH"
With a shout, a repulsive purple shockwave surrounded the bomber outwards, hitting the approaching enemies dead-on and sending them spiraling away, one even crashed on the front of the last truck.
Relaxing his arms, the purple tipped teen looked at his surroundings in search of any remaining White Fang allies, his sight finding nothing but unmoving bodies, either dead or unconscious, that is until he heard aggressive coughing not to far from him. Turning to the source of the voice, he found one the goons who's been repulsed back against the last truck, coughing up blood.
"Y-Y-You human b-bastard!" the goon struggled to get the words out between coughs.
The teen leaned closer faking deafness. "What was that? I couldn't hear ya over the sound of you violently coughing out your organs."
"Y-You think destroying the s-suppliers his gonna stop us in any way?" the wounded faunus continued with words laced with venom.
"I'm just here for the cargo, so don't flatter yourselfes." the bomber deadpanned. "Although halting you group of fucks is a bonus."
In return, the weakened goon gave a hateful glare. "No m-matter what you fucking h-humans do, the extiction of your kind is only a matter of time!"
The teen could only give a cold look, as a spherical object rolled out of his right sleeve into his hand. "Tch, we'll see about that."
Clicking on a button, he carelessly tossed the beeping sphere close to the faunus and backed away and the faunus eyes widen.
BOOM!
The faunus was engulfed in a fiery explosion along with the truck, creating a rain of flaming scrap metals.
With the opposition dealt with, the bomber walked to the back of the last remaining truck. Raising the cloth covering the cargo of the truck, he was met with the sight of large amounts of weaponry of various degree.
"Hmmmm yup, looks like it's all here." he concluded after looking through the cargo for a moment.
Satisfied, he marched to the driver's side and climbed inside the truck, closing the door. He then ignited the truck's engine and procceded to drive on the current path, avoiding the burning wreckage of the destroyed vehicle on the way. A few seconds of driving later, the bomber's facial expression changed, as if he suddenly noticed something was wrong...
"Seriously, country music?" he said out loud as he frowned at the radio in front of him. "Of all the shit they could listen on a road trip..."
Scoffing, the bomber reached with his right, bare hand and started to mess with the radio's controls, and after a few seconds of mixture of radio stations and static sounds, he seemed to reach his desire taste.
[Soundtrack: NWA-Appetite for Destruction]
A wide grin split his mouth. "There we go! Now we're rolling up in this bitch!"
Static sounds then started emerging from the walkie-talkie below the radio. "Hey, you still there? Backup is on the way, coming from the east!"
The bomber's grin, like a switch, turned into a scowl. "Shit. Of course they would call for reinforcements."
Not too long after, his eyes caught on the sight of two vehicles (small trucks) in the distance, whose drivers probably decided it was the best idea to create an improvised road-block with the vehicles by drifting them sideways to a stop. White Fang members exited the trucks and aimed their weapons at the purple eyed bomber's direction. If luck was on their side, the cargo thief would stop and accept his demise quietly...
...How unlucky they were.
Gritting his teeth, the teen changed gear and forcefully stomped on the accelerator pedal as far he could go, the truck's engine roared louder as a result. The faunus opposition immediately opened fire upon the oncoming heavy vehicle, decorating it with sparks and bullet-holes. The driver ducked slightly, evading some of the glass shards from from the bullet blasted windshield. With adrenaline pumping through his veins and music popping on his ears, he yelled.
"Beep-Beep, motherfuckers!"
The truck's head-on collision with the light vehicles ahead resonated a metallic clash, overwhelmingly sending the latter mentioned vehicles tipping over to the sides of the road, as well as throwing Fang members limply flipping through the air, their pained yells clearly audible. The truck, now with the front dented, made a bee line through the wreckage, taking a right turn.
The young bomber drove for a minute before hearing more engines coming from the left side. He turned his head and spotted two more oncoming enemy vehicles with the left rear-view mirror. Seeing that he had to dispatch them permanently, he scowled as he drew his right dagger from his sleeve and it's pieces started shifting.
The edges of the blade retracted, the rectangular cylinder near the handle expanded and slid forward, resembling a large rotating chamber, a barrel extended from the upper edge of the chamber, and the edge-less halves of the blade formed frames under and over the chamber. The dagger transfigured itself into into a small compact version of a MGL grenade launcher.
Gripping the MGL with right hand, he aimed it at the left opened window as the sound of the incoming cars grew louder. A small truck came into view with the Fang passenger ready to fire his SMG to the teen, and without hesitation, the teen pulled the trigger.
FLOOP
The 40mm grenade propelled from the weapon's barrel and hit his mark. The resulting blast shook the bomber's truck as the Fang's flaming vehicle was sent cartwheeling sideways in a fiery scrap. The other car tried to flank from the right side, getting ahead of the truck, and the passengers started delivering rapid fire that forced the purple-eyed bomber to duck his head. The bomber retorted with another MGL shot, it hit the driver's side and decimated the vehicle along with it's passengers. The bomber would have hit the destroyed remains of the vehicle if he hadn't swerved the truck to the side.
Three more vehicles came as he passed an intersection, two to the right and one to the left, and under the pressure of the incoming gunfire, the bomber settled on dealing with the annoyances to the right. He aimed the MGL at the car-duo and shot a round to the nearest car that exploded in the engine area, leveling the rest of the vehicle as well. The other car ended up crashing into the destroyed vehicle and the driver was sent hurling through the windshield, viciously rolling through the ground with a few snaps. The remaining vehicle to the left took the bomber's distraction as an opportunity as the Fang's driver slammed the side of the truck, gaining the bomber's attention.
He aimed his weapon in response. "Alright bitch! Get so-!"
The bomber was cut off as the passenger from the opened back-seat of the vehicle fired his assault rifle at the teen's direction, Dust-bullets grazing the latter's hair and creating a few sparks inside the truck. The bomber tried aiming the MGL again but the opposing vehicle slammed the truck a second time, disorientating the teen's aim. "Fuck!"
'At this rate I'll blow us all up!' he mentally growled as his weapon shifted back into a dagger and retracted it back into his sleeve. With the goon still shooting at his direction, he began to look around inside the truck, quickly scanning for something he could use for his advantage as his free hand searched for anything that could be hidden, until he opened the glove compartment and found a M1911 resting on top of papers. The teen picked it up and gave it a quick examination as well taking out the clip to make sure it had ammunition, until he finally settled. 'This will do.'
Slamming the clip back into the gun and cocking it with his teeth, the bomber aimed it sideways with his left hand and quickly fired three shots that hit the enemy shooter in the chest and shoulder, leaving the faunus disoriented due to the pain, before firing another round that put a hole in the faunus's head, spraying a small mist of blood, and the latter's body limply slumped out of the goons vehicle.
Seeing the shooter dead, the faunus driver desperately slammed his vehicle against the truck one more time, this only made the bomber grind his teeth and growl in annoyance. The teen reached a hand to a large pouch located on the side of his hip, which was concealed by his coat, and retrieved from it what looked like two M112 C-4 sticks tapped together to a wired-timer and tossed the explosive object to the roof of the goon's vehicle, sticking to it.
"Could you. FUCK .OFF!?" he shouted as he emptied the rest of the 1911's clip onto the opposing vehicle's front wheel with a pop, violently deflecting the vehicle out of the road. The bomber took this chance to draw a small remote from within his coat with his right hand and pressed the button in it with his thumb.
BOOM
The sticky explosive rapidly beeped a few times for half a second before detonating and bursting the vehicle. A wide smile split the bomber's face as he watched the blast through the rear-view mirror.
"Wooooooo! Let's go!" he cheered his victory with glee as he fist pumped with vigor, before picking up the walkie-talkie "Is that the best you got? 'Cuz I got more where that came from!"
As if fate decided to play tricks on him, the sound of a loud engine could be heard from a short distance ahead of the bomber and it was hastily getting closer. In an instant, a Bullhead came into view and the young bomber stared at it with his right eye twitching as he caught the glimpse of the chin-mounted machine gun turret.
"...Fuck my ass." he muttered.
RAT-RAT-RAT-RAT-RAT-RAT-RAT-RAT-RAT-RAT-RAT-RAT
The aircraft immediately opened fire upon the truck as they crossed each other, forcing the bomber to to swerved it violently to avoid the projectiles and almost tipping the truck over. The VTOL turned around and began to chase the teen while attempting to barrage the vehicle with bullets.
"You dumbasses! You're suppose to retrieve the cargo, not blow it up!" the teen loudly complained as he performed serpentine maneuvers, which was proving to be a bit challenging due to the truck's weight.
As the aircraft still tried to gun him down, the bomber noticed that the surrounding dry vegetation became greener and more trees became apparent as he passed by. 'I must be really close to Vale now.' Ahead of him there were two routes and the one to the left seemed like it would lead to a forest. Making a quick decision, he turned to the left route with the Bullhead still in tow, and when the path was totally surrounded by trees, he swerved the truck out off the road, entering in the deepness of the forest.
A minute has passed before the teen stopped the truck, turned off the radio and checked if the the VTOL was still following, only to give a relieved sigh as he heard it's loud engine passing over him. "That should buy me some time."
Turning off the ignition ans jumping out of the driver's seat, he walked towards the back of the vehicle and raised the cloth again and climbed inside.
"Come on! There's gotta be something I can use!" he exclaimed as he desperately rummaged through the armory, the sound sound of the aircraft still close by surrounding the general area where the teen was and he was about to give up until he caught a glimpse of a possible miracle. Opening a crate in front of him, he was greeted with the sight of a M72 LAW that was enough to plaster a shit eating grin on his mouth.
"Oh hell yeah!" he blurted out as he picked the rocket launcher and gave a quick examination before sling it to his back. "Flying piggy, beware. 'Cause you're about to get rekt by the LAW."
The Bullhead was still rounding the forest area in seek of the cargo thief, being up to this point unsuccessful in his search, and just as the pilot was about to turn around, his heightened sight was able to make out a figure running through the tree lines. Figuring out it could only be the thief, he promptly pulled the trigger of the machine-gun turret, letting tremendous firepower loose.
The bomber was able to dodge the projectiles as he jumped, slid and flipped over obstacles with great agility as he used the trees as convenient covers, said trees were obliterated by the turret rounds. As he ran, the teen drew from his coat the 1911 and fired a few shots to the aircraft's cockpit that forced the pilot to cease fire in order to evade the handgun rounds. Seeing the opening, the bomber rolled a spherical explosive from his sleeve, in which tiny propellers popped out of it rotating, and sent it soaring towards the VTOL's direction, before creating a medium explosion on impact that sent the VTOL off balance.
Still flanking, the bomber started concentrating aura into his right hand, purple energy flowing in, before tossing the 1911 and raising his left arm, aiming it to the aircraft.
CHICK!
From within his left sleeve, several micro missiles came out and flew straight to the Bullhead, generating serialized explosions that fractured the VTOL's balance even more.
Willing to end this once and for all, the bomber finally came out into the clearing and made a bee line to the floating aircraft and, with pulsing aura still present in his hand, he jumped with a somersalt before thrusting the right hand towards the ground, creating a repulsive blast that sent his body soaring to the Bullhead. As soon he was close to the VTOL, he twisted his body mid air and grabbed the M72 from his back, aiming it, before pushing the button.
Click
The flying projectile flew straight to the cockpit.
BOOOOM!
The shockwave from the blast sent the bomber back a few feet, who was able to land safely on the ground with a roll, before witnessing the fiery remains of the aircraft fall nearby with another explosion. After a few seconds, he reveled in his victory.
"Fuck yeaah bitches!" he shout out with a wide smile, rush of adrenaline still present in his veins. "Now that's REAL firework!"
The purple-eyed bomber admired his piece of work for a few more moments before turning away and making his way back into the deepens of the forest where he left the cargo.
By the time the teen arrived at his destination, the sun had already fully risen from the horizon. The destination seemed to be a small terrain that contained a collection of old, rusty farm buildings located in a remote rural area.
The bomber drove the truck into the terrain and parked it inside a small warehouse before turning off the ignition and jumping out of the vehicle. As he was exiting the warehouse, he retrieved a Scroll from the pocket of his pants, dialing a number, before putting it to his ear and waiting for a response.
"...Yes?" a male voice came from the other end.
"Yo, it's me." the teen greeted. "I got the stuff."
"Aaah nice work Roxo. I'm guessing the cargo is in good condition?"
"Yeah, you could say that..." the now named Roxo took a glance at the parked truck, and at that moment the vehicle's doors and bumpers fell off with a loud thud. "Buuut you might wanna tell the guy to bring a better transporter than this hunk of shit."
The unknown individual on the Scroll let out a sigh. "I suppose I was asking you too damn much to not bring something broken..."
"Tch, if you wanna try to bring some cargo unscratched while being chased by armed terrorists and VTOLs, then be my fucking guest." Roxo muttered with a scowl. "By the way, Henry...when do I get my cut?"
"I going to send it to your acount as soon the contact pays me, don't worry."
"Great, 'cause I'll need it soon."
"You know that I could always forge you believable documents and transcripts for a low price."
"Yeah, but I want this shit to be legit. And since I didn't went to a specific combat school, I'll have to write a combat resume."
"Okay, suit yourself. I'll get in touch with the contact." Henry uttered. "Oh, and good luck..." And with that, the other end of the line went dead.
Pocketing the Scroll, Roxo strolled a few more meters before stoping in front of a clear view of the rural area. The bomber contemplated the morning sun with a steeled and determined gaze within his eyes.
"...Huntsman career, here I come."
FINALLY! Introductions are done! Took me way too long to get to the main story line, but I got it. Now, about the OC:
Roxo was HEAVILY based on Deidara (specifically the Akatsuki cloak design and the use of explosives), his hair being somewhat similar to Claire's (from Baccano), and the Just Cause games also gave a bit of inspiration. Although the OC himself, in the the RWBY's show context, is a reference to another character (I'll applaud you if you know who).
Now that the characters introductions done, I'll be finally able to develop them way more easily (since they kinda felt a bit tasteless in dialogue wise to me).
Also I do not own any soundtrack mentioned throughout this story (just an obvious disclaimer).
That's all I have to say, hope you all enjoyed this chapter and I'll appreciate any constructive criticism (even if haven't progressed much story wise).
See ya next time.