Gotta say I'm feeling the love with this fanfic. I know there are plenty of other 'strong Jaune' stories out there, but not like this.
One thing I have noticed about the show is how much air time Jaune gets. Yes team RWBY gets about more than half of the screen time, but that's split between the four of them. The rest is usually given to Jaune or something that affects him. I mean Jaune is the guy that people love for one reason or another.
Anyways I rambled. Let's go.
Chapter 2: Not in Kansas Anymore
"_IT ALL TO HELL!" I screamed. After the blinding light vanished all I could see was blue. The rush of wind was so intense and the feeling of teleportation only made me want to throw up again. Good thing there isn't anything left to come up.
My mind was spinning and it just wouldn't stop, it kept spinning and spinning and spin…. Oh, I actually AM spinning. And the wind is because I'm falling. Huh….WAIT WHAT?!
Now that I knew what was happening I took a closer look at the blue expanse rushing towards me. It was definitely the most beautiful body of water I had ever seen. I would have looked at it some more, if I wasn't currently falling fast enough it would be like hitting concrete.
Forcing myself to calm down, I raised my left wrist and brought my pip boy close to my face. With difficulty I managed to scroll to the apparel and found what I was looking for. I was suddenly engulfed in light once more.
Suddenly, I could barely feel the wind anymore. When I could see again, I saw that the water was closing in fast. Straightening myself I landed feet first in the water. The impact made my bones vibrate, which is pretty hard to do now. All I could see was the deep blue of the water.
Turning on the helmet lights I looked down at myself. The familiar black metal of the Remnant Power Armor (See what I did there?) and knowing the matching helmet was covering my head. No danger right now so calm down Jaune, I thought to myself. I knew I could stay like that a bit longer and get my thoughts together.
First off, what happened? Where am I and how to I get back to the think tank? I remember the notice saying the thing was a teleporter, the feeling of wanting to puke my guts out certainly confirms that. So where exactly am I?
Steeling my nerves, the screen showing that my armors systems had hooked up my pip boy I brought up the map. Aaaannnddd it was blank. "Error: No RobCo Satellites Detected. GPS Disabled" told me everything I need to know. I was royally screwed.
Changing the screen back to apparel, I simultaneously atomized the power amour while reatomizing the stealth suit mark III and rebreather onto my body. With the weight gone and the waterproof suit helping my swim, I made my way to the surface. I was blinded by yet ANOTHER bright light, until my vision adjusted I noticed it was the morning sun. Its warm rays a familiar sensation and giving me some peace.
Coming up I could only see the endless expanse of the beautiful blue water. Considering my Geiger counter wasn't going off and the slight itch of radiation wasn't there, I could only assume it was clean water. Salted and not good to drink but still clean. Which begs the question, how was that possible!?
Shoving those questions aside for now, I turned around to look for anything to go to. What greeted me was a tall cliff face with weathered rocks and edges that would make perfect hand holds. After a quick swim, I made my way to the base of the seaside cliff. It was extremely tall, but not the most difficult climb I've made. I had plenty of experience climbing up sharp hills and mountains. Sure, it probably would have spent less time going around them with all the time it took, but like hell I would be defeated by stupid oversized rocks! (You know what I'm talking about.)
After a good 20 to 30 minutes of rock climbing, I was just about to reach the top. "Stupid goddamn cliffs with their stupid rocks and everything!" I yelled, not really caring who heard me. It was mostly just out of habit, if anything. For some reason this climb was way easier than it should have been. When I put my hand on top to pull myself up, I stopped dead. Whatever I had put my hand on was soft. Not like pillow soft or something like that. It was like there was something between my hand and the ground, and it kind of felt stringy. Pulling myself up over the edge if found out what it was.
It was grass. Thick, green, uncut and healthy grass. Something that should no longer exist. Yet here it was. Slowly my head drifted upwards, trying to take in everything around me. That's when I saw the trees. The brown bark, lush leaves and gave off a scent that was nice and fresh. The plants in Higgs Village can suck it.
"Ok, this all makes sense all of a sudden. I'm dead, now I'm in heaven." That was the only logical answer. Although considering all the killing I did, I thought it would be the boiler room, not the pent house. Then again they were all killers themselves and tried to kill me. Even that gang of grandmas. Well if this is paradise then who am I to question why I'm here.
My face suddenly fell one a random and stupid thought occurred to me. "Damn it! I died a virgin! Oh well." My attitude suddenly did a 180.
With another push of a button, I was wearing my custom riot gear again. Now it was time to do something I've always loved. Explore
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Well I can safely say that heaven is beautiful. The birds were singing their little songs and animals were scurrying in the trees. I wondered if I would ever see any angels. Deciding that the atmosphere was a bit to quiet and began to sing some of the song I heard from Mr. New Vegas.
All the while I thought about my situation. I don't think I was right about the whole going to heaven thing. I was kind of hungry and back when I got here, my 'curse' made itself known. In paradise you would think stuff like that wouldn't bother you anymore. Then was the fact that my pipboy worked and had all my stuff. You know the violent KILLING MACHINES . Why the hell would those be allowed here?
"~I got spurs, that jingle jangle jing_"
"GGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRR!"
Whirling around to the source of the sound, my eyes landed on a large bush. More specifically, the glowing red eyes that were boring into me. Ok, glowing red eyes. That is NEVER a good sign.
Stepping out of the bushes was what looked like a deathclaw rip off. The thing was about three feet taller than me, was covered with black fur and white armor pieces that looked like bone. Even the coyote like face had one and if I do say so looked like something an artist might make. Over all a very scary weird werewolf. Too bad the Mojave had worse.
With surprising speed, the werewolf look alike ran forward. It pulled it arm back in an obvious attempt to rip me apart. With a single step to the left I dodged the clumsy strike. Taking the opportunity to grab its limb, I pulled using my both slightly mutated and artificially enhanced muscles to swing it around and throw it back the way it came. Again the strange part was it seemed lighter than it should have been.
With a thud, the monster hit a nearby tree. It got back up, if very slowly. It bone white mask cracked and caved in.
"You know I thought I was in heaven. Then you go and prove me wrong. A monster like you wouldn't be there." I was honestly more annoyed than sad. So if not heaven where am I really?
"You know what big guy? I'm kind of hungry so how about this? You die; I eat you and hope you're not poisonous. That sound good?" a fake smile was plastered onto my face.
The things only response was to give another growl and charge me again, except much slower. Not even pausing, I tapped a button on the pipboy to give me one of my valued weapons.
Amber light appeared in my hands and was then replaced by a simple longsword. The grip was leather stained blue, a golden cross guard. The blade it's self looked like flawless steel. When I first got it, it was nothing more than the grip and guard and was more of a good luck charm given to me by my dad when I left. Apparently my great great grandfather had used it to save his family years ago. The blade eventually broke but we still kept it as a family heirloom.
That all changed when I met the legion. They were experts in close quarters combat. So I was forced to learn that as well. Then when I started helping the Think Tank I was able to get them to make the sword anew. The blade was an alloy made by mixing Adamantium and Saturnite. The blade became a symbol of hope for the people of the Mojave. Yet the legion learned to fear it. The legend of my blade frightened the legion as much as the stories of the burned man did. They even named my blade for me. Crocea Mors .Arcade told me it means Yellow Death. Fitting, really.
The beast ran at me while its glowing red eye stared at me with the most absolute hatred I had ever seen. Too bad that wouldn't change the outcome. Thrusting my blade forward, I let the monsters own momentum impale its self on the neigh unbreakable blade. The best sluggishly turned its head to look me in the eyes. It made another pitiful attempt to swing at me. I used my other hand to catch it strike with ease.
"I have to say, you're determined. Most animals would have given up by now." I said actually impressed by its drive to kill me. "If it's any consolation, you could have maybe killed me when I first started fighting. Now however, you never even stood a chance."I said glaring at my attempted killer. With my hand holding Crocea Mors, I pressed a hidden switch.
The sword had gotten more than just a new blade when I recreated it. I had stumbled across some old blue prints for a sword that apparently used to belong to a Chinese general from before the Great War. Apparently the government sent it to reverse engineer it for some reason and the scientists did what they were told. Don't know what happened to the original sword though.
My blade was suddenly covered by yellow electricity that gave the blade its name. The black monster howled in agony as thousands of volts of electricity coursed through its body. The familiar smell of burning flesh filled my nose. Its thrashing only helped to hasten the end. With one final twitch, the wolf thing fell backwards and off my blade. Its metal still coursed with the deadly arcs of electricity. Another push of a button and the sword was gone.
Yet something strange happened. The body of whatever that thing was began to dissolve into black smoke. In a matter of seconds the entire corpse was gone.
My fists clenched. My left eye began to twitch. I felt my whole body trembled in anger.
"OH COME ON! IT DID THAT JUST TO SPITE ME! NOW WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO EAT!"
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It was sunset by the time I got the fire started. My pipboy was play one of the songs I recorded while I was in Vegas. I sulked for a few hours before realizing I still had plenty of deathclaw meat in my inventory. It's not the most delicious thing out there but it gives you a sense of accomplishment. It was the meat from an apex predator and you had to be pretty tough to get it. I quickly cooked it and had myself a fairly relaxing dinner.
After that I decided to pull myself up into a tree. After setting up some bottle cap mines around of course. Getting into a comfortable position, I settled down to go to sleep.
Well that was a day. Definitely not the worst though. Night time is a familiar comfort. The sound of the wind, the serene silence, the beautiful moo…. The fuck!
The once untouched moon that hung in the sky was…broken. Its shards hung in the night sky almost in a mockery of what it once was. Then I noticed something else. The stars were different. There was no Orion, Leo or cancer. No little dipper. No big dipper. No Ursa Major or Ursa Minor. Those weren't my stars.
Where the hell am I!?
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That's chapter two people and I just wanna say thanks. How do you like my origins for Crocea Mors? This fan fic starts a few months before Torchwick runs into Ruby. Also to answer a question, there is only one Jaune. He will have more than just the sword. Any good strategist would know to try to be prepared for anything. So that is what Jaune will have. A gun for most anything, but that doesn't mean a fight won't be tough.
Bye people! See you soon!