Chapter 10

A/N: Ah yes, boot camp- I mean combat class. Welcome to another addition to Becoming Human. Thank you guys giving this all the support for this. Never had this much support since Hidden Blades and Dust. Hopefully you guys will see to it till the end. Which I will say we won't be nearing for a long time I'll say.

And to those in the reviews, I'm glad you guys thought up of other ways on how our fellow ODST would say instead of what I wrote. Now just imagine him detonating a grenade instead.

Well, let's get started on breaking- I mean teaching.

As this is posted, this is my final week of summer before back to school... No...

As usual, nothing here is mine except for my plot, twists and turns.

Glynda was beyond shocked from what she witnessed with her very eyes. This man, this soldier that Ozpin has recruited into the staff out of good faith and judgement, fired his shotgun straight into the air. As far as she was concerned, she was worried that the glass overheard would've broken. Thankfully the pellets lost most of their velocity with only just a few bursting through without breaking it.

All she had was one thought in mind.

"What the hell is that idiot doing?!"

Meanwhile, Riley observed the students as they continued to look at him. Shaking his head, he slung the M90 onto his back and walked forward. "I guess you gave them quite a shock," A voice giggled in his ear.

"What else do you think, Heather? Even battle hardened UNSC Marines still freak out in the mess when the quartermaster fires his magnum to cut in line," Riley stated to her. To the students, they thought he was talking to himself, thinking that he was some crazy person.

Looking around a little more, he saw a familiar pair of rabbit ears making a mental smile form within. "So she's here, huh?" Walking further down with his hands now placed behind, he observed each student. Their face, hair, and eyes. The eyes said everything to him. Most were just filled with confusion and a slight hint of fear. Others stayed composed, which included the Faunus he just saw.

But there was one student that have already pulled on his strings as one of those whose posture just screamed "Hey, I don't give a shit about you!"

Stopping after a moment as he was on the edge of the sparring ring, he spun around a 180 degrees and faced them. The previous grin on his expression was now replaced by narrow eyes that seemed to pierce through their very souls.

That's when Riley did the second most shocking thing today in front of his class and the Huntress.

"ALRIGHT YOU LITTLE BASTARDS! I WANT YOU TO STAND SIDE BY SIDE AT ATTENTION RIGHT NOW!" He yelled on the top of his lungs, the voice echoing off the walls. Once again, the student body before the ODST was startled from this very sudden order given to them. Riley gritted his teeth behind his mouth. "Fine..."

The following moment came as three gunshots rang out making them recoil, save for a few. Those startled looked at him to see Riley holding his M6C in his right hand aimed up at the ceiling. It was smoking from the barrel with three bullet casings laying on the floor. "I'll say this again..." He began holstering it. "STAND AT ATTENTION RIGHT NOW!"

This time he got a response.

In a rapid response, the students stood side by side each other and stood at attention, just as his orders dictated. They stood tall and straight, not risking to incur his wrath once again.

Riley placed his arms behind him and walked down to one end of the line up, just three feet away from them. "Listen up! My name is Riley O'Neil, your new drill instructor!" The ODST began walking down slowly. "But you will refer to me as sir! Is that understood?"

"Y-yes, sir..." Many mumbled to him.

Stopping once again, he growled softly. "IS THAT CLEAR?!" Riley shouted at them.

"Yes, sir!" They shouted this time.

The ODST started walking again glancing at them. It has been a long time since he has drilled men under his command back on Reach and on the UNSC Pathfinder. But this was coming all back to him as easy as blowing a Brute's head off with his M90. Sighing, he turned to face the students shaking his head. "At ease everyone," Riley announced to them. "You can stop standing at attention."

They all sighed in relief at this order and they all relaxed themselves. "Now, my job is to make sure that I make sure you people stay alive in the field with some extra training. And it's your job to learn this skills and make sure to stay alive out there. So-" The ODST stopped talking when he saw one of the students roll his eyes. "You," He said pointing at him.

The teen pointed at himself in bewilderment and shock. "W-What? Me?"

"Yes you. What's your name, son?" Riley questioned.

"U-Uh... M-Mark Lancaster..."

Down on the ground and give me twenty, Lancaster," Riley ordered to him pointing on the ground.

"What?!" Both Mark and Glynda exclaimed hearing this.

"N-No! No way am I doing that!" Mark protested shaking his head.

"You're not doing anything else, Lancaster, until you do those push ups now," Riley ordered in a dangerous tone. Behind his voice was filled with a sense of authority and the sense he might order something far worse then his previous command. Obeying them, Mark got on the ground and began his twenty.

Crossing his arms, Riley scoffed loudly bearing his teeth. "Now that's outta the way." Clearing his throat, he nodded looking at them. "As I was saying, my job is to make sure you guys are able to stay alive out in the field and fight efficiently against people and Faunus. Wouldn't want an civil unrest to turn into an open insurrection and have you guys not having the backbone to snuff it out, would we?" He questioned them suddenly, eyes darting to each one of them.

"No, sir," They replied back together as Mark finished up the last push up assigned to him.

Riley nodded and looked at the teen on the ground. "Get up, son. No need for you to lay low in the dirt."

Mark panted slightly from the push ups, slowly standing up with a grunt. "T-Thank you, sir."

"But first," Riley began, unholstering his M6C Handgun and slung the M90 Shotgun into the other hand. "You have to get rid of these," He finished, dropping his firearms. They collided with the ground with loud clanks and laid still before being kicked away from the ODST. "We starting this from the ground up."

Glynda's eyes widened again and irritation appeared on her face. She strode over to the ODST and stood in front of him. "Mr. O'Neil, may I ask why you're disarming them? All Huntsmen and Huntresses have weapons to use at their disposal-"

"But that means nothing. When disarmed, your mind goes into overtime, Ms. Goodwitch. And when it goes into overtime, it teaches you to make decisions. And it's up to you on how to make those decisions and go with them."

"But-"

"I've been in that situation many times, Ms. Goodwitch. With only adrenaline and my fists to get me through it," Riley retorted back to her. "And sometimes, pure insane luck. If Ozpin trusts me, give me a chance. I've drilled countless marines and they have survived much longer then most marines."

The Huntress could only eye him. If looks could kill, her's took the top place in killing a mere man in a matter of seconds. But Riley stared back right at her, his eyes burning holes as well into her head. "Fine. But I'm watching you."

Riley snorted silently at her before walking past her pointing at the ground. "Weapons. Now," He ordered to them. The class nodded at him before they gently placed their weapons down and stood up, all except one who look from behind her shades. Riley growled at this and took two paces towards her, just standing a few inches away. He was noticeably taller by comparison, but she was taller than other students than the large one wearing green armor and a bronze colored sword on his back just with her heels. "Drop the bag, lass."

She scoffed at him. "Nah, too lazy, sir," She replied, the last word sounding rather sour with a grin.

Riley's eyes narrowed at her before hearing static in his right ear piece with a familiar female voice coming right after.

"Hey, don't be alarmed, it's your trusty A.I, Heather."

"Not even close, Heather. I've experienced stuff like you back on Reach and Osiris. But what's with this girl?" Riley replied back mentally. Thanks to some UNSC tech that was found within his ODST BDU, Heather was able to duplicate with the right materials an ear piece for him. And it allowed a mental link to him without any implants or augmentations.

"Lemme see... Where is her dossier... Ah here. Her name's Coco Adel. Leader of Team CVFY. That Velvet girl is part of that team if you want to know... Oh, apparently from previous combat instructors reports, she's a rather rough patch. She barely listens to instructions. But from other teachers, they say she's an effective leader. Other than that, it's just all grey area matter. That and that designers bag is a chain gun all warped up in there. Don't ask me how."

"Huh, so she's one of those people then? I can work around that."

"Judging from what I have for estimates, if you start now, you can leave a real big impact on her after six months of training. Five if you can push her far enough without breaking her too much."

"Thanks. Heather, give me everyone's dossiers. I'll be reading them over after this class. Oh, do you have some UNSC Simulations integrated with the system of the sparring room?"

"Will do. And not quite yet. Evie thinks I'm just some pesky A.I that'll ruin her system. But she is giving me some control. She's the mastermind behind it though. Gimme at least ten minutes. Maybe you can rough Adel up quite a bit before then, huh?"

"I'll just knock some sense into her. You can see what Glynda can do after you read her dossier."

"Quite a lot about her. Hopefully Evie won't mind if I had a couple intrusions into the system. She's a rather outdated A.I by UNSC standards, but functions almost as well as I do. I just happen to know some exposed spots."

"Don't get in trouble."

"Look who's saying that."

The mental link soon disconnected before he took in a deep breathe. "So, you're not dropping your bag?" All what he got back was the same grin Coco gave to him making the ODST's head shake. "Alright." He raised his arms up and removed her shades. He took a step back when Coco tried to reach for her shades with the hand holding them behind his back. "Then I'll be taking these then."

"Hey! You can't do that! Those are mine!" She exclaimed trying to reach for them.

He narrowed his eyes and shook his head. "Scarlatina?" He called out.

The Rabbit Faunus walked towards the ODST hesitantly. This wasn't the same man she saw back at her home. He was rather quiet back there. Here, he was the complete opposite. "Y-Yes, sir?"

"Hold these for now. Adel, if you want them back, you have to beat me in a fight. Just you and me."

"I'll gladly-"

"But... Without your bag, Adel. Only your wits and fists. And before you can respond, no, I won't even give them back before then. Beat me in a fair fight. Only, and only then, will I return these to you," Riley told her, turning around walking towards the ring. "I don't have all day, Adel."

Coco gritted her teeth walking forward to the ring her self, her brown eyes glaring at her instructor. She was going to get back her shades. She was going to pummel him down into the dirt. If only she knew what she was getting herself into.

Dropping her designer's bag at the edge of the ring, she stepped inside. "Oh, I almost forgot," Riley started before drawing his knife and dropped it. It stabbed itself into the ground and stood up from it's position. "Forgot I had that." Riley cracked his knuckles before assuming a fighting stance. His fists were raised up near his chest and his stance tilted. "I'm waiting, Adel. Hit me with your best shot."

"Heather, do you copy?"

"I copy. What do you need? I'm kinda busy at the moment. Evie is currently looking over the simulations for the students."

"Help me out for now. Assessments, readings, anything for this small little match."

"Told you you would get in trouble."

"Not in trouble yet, Heather. Just provide me tactical assistance and I'll do the rest."

"Even for an ODST... You know? You would've made a good SPARTAN-II... Maybe even a SPARTAN-III... Nevermind, I'll provide the support. But it'll be quite rough from time to time."

"Just do what you can. And Heather? Don't fry my brain."

"Please, I know a multitude of ways to fry a persons brain. But I don't even have the thought of frying yours, Riley."

"Standby."

Coco clenched her own fists and ran towards Riley, intending to throw a punch right for his face. She reared her fist back ready to strike at him. Throwing her fist forward, it went for the ODST'S face. Riley brought his right hand up and deflected the punch for his face before headbutting her face. Coco yelped from this and stumbled back holding her nose from the sudden counter.

Many students of the class were wide eyed when they saw their instructor do this. He managed to counter Coco with ease, And she was a force to reckon with.

"Sloppy, Adel. Sloppy. Even a new recruit can be able to land a hit without fail," Riley taunted purposely. A flicked of his index finger towards him added to the already tense atmosphere.

Coco growled getting ready to strike again. "Fuck you!" She shouted running for him again. Getting her fists ready, Coco started throwing punch after punch at Riley. But with each punch, he would either dodge or deflect them with ease.

"Incoming right!"

"I see it!"

Riley stepped to the left side avoiding the punch from her and swiped his leg at her right leg. Coco was caught off guard by this and quickly lost balance falling forward. "And you call yourself a warrior? Get up. I know you're not done yet."

"You're right about that!" Coco shouted springing right up. Surprising the ODST, she hurled herself into the air and came diving back right down for him with a fist ready to strike.

"Move!"

"I know!"

Crouching in place, Riley leapt forward into a dive roll as Coco landed on the ground. He heard loud shattering behind him as he got back into a kneeled position with a hand on the ground. "What the?" Before him was Coco who was in a small crater with a small radius around her cracked and shattered.

"Heather?"

"If you can recall right now, Aura augments a persons strength!"

Coco was already on Riley already starting another flurry of punches at him trying to break through his defence. The ODST narrowed his eyes before he caught one of her fists and twirled around it before he stopped at her back. Keeping a tight hold on her arm, he pinned it on her back with his other arm holding onto her left arm. "Embarrassing, Adel."

"Let go of me!" Coco demanded as she struggled to breakaway from his grip.

"As you wish." He suddenly let go of her making her stumble forward almost making the Fashionista fall flat on her face again.

"Now give me back my shades," Coco demanded at him.

Riley sighed shaking his head at her. "Adel, you haven't earned even a slightest bit of my respect. Your shades will be staying with me until you earn it."

"But that's bullshit!"

Riley sighed again. "Scarlatina."

"Y-Yes, sir?"

"The shades please."

Velvet nodded and walked over before handing him the shades. Riley placed them on the collar of his shirt and took a deep breathe. "As you people can see, even Ms. Adel here has no formal training in hand to hand combat. I know some of you are, but most of you aren't familiar with CQC. Until all of you are acquainted in this field, you will not be using weapons of any in my class. No guns, no blades, no nothing. ONly your head and your fists. Am I understood?"

"Yes, sir."

He then eyed Coco who was glaring at him with him glaring right back. "Understood?" Riley uttered at her.

She scoffed looking away. "Understood, sir..."

Riley nodded before holding onto his abdomen with a hiss. Glynda noticed this and walked over to him. "Mr. O'Neil? Are you okay?"

"I'm... I'm fine, Ms. Goodwitch... Crap... My gut still feels funny..."

"Must be an after effect of your Aura being unlocked. You will still feel sore from time to time. The effects of it differer from person to person on how long it lasts. I suggest you should end your class and recover. Your Aura will numb it."

"Yeah... Alright. I suppose... Damn it... I suppose you're right..." Standing as straight as he could, Riley looked at the class and nodded. "Alright... Class dismissed..."

Glynda walked towards the class motioning for them to stay put while Riley left the room after grabbing his firearms from the floor along with his knife. As soon as he left the room, Glynda cleared her throat to catch their attention."Now that you have seen your new instructor in action, I prefer you give him the respect he deserves. I know you may think that his methods are... Unfair, Prof. Ozpin has deemed him fit to teach you the skills needed to keep the peace should the need arise. It is better to be prepared and ready then the latter. Now hurry off to your next class."

All the students muttered to themselves as they left the room with a grumbling Coco with her arms crossed after they grabbed their respective weapons. The Huntress pinched the bridge of her nose with calm deep breathes. "Okay, Glynda. This was just his first class. His methods maybe questionable... But I can't deny that he is right. They need to know how to quell civil unrest, and if needed, to end it." She shook her own head and began to walk out herself. "I should see Ozpin about this. Maybe he could shed some more light on this."

A/N: Well that was something. I guess you never should underestimate an ODST who is instructing. Then again, next to the SPARTANs, they are the best of what the UNSC can offer.

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