Author's Note:
Holy crap. This is one stress inducing chapter. Jesus. And for two good reasons!
One, there is hardly any information about Atlas, other than the general knowledge. Nothing specific.
Two, Lance's character is... Interesting to say the least. He's a pervert, and at the same time, a serious fighter. At least in my depiction. *sigh*
Hopefully, I get their characters right.
Oh! And don't fall into worriment, Natalie, Lance, and Matt will meet. Perhaps in two chapters. If I can execute this perfectly that is.
STORY:
Lance was feeling very sore when he had woken up. There was also his headache. Although he hadn't had a headache since he was 12, the headache did not pose a problem.
He took out his radio and held it near his cheeks,
"Status reporting, alive," Lance began as he checked himself and his weapons.
"Gunblade; satisfactorily functional, equipment; Officer wear, Ark Angel."
Lance went through his pockets concealed by his cloak and held out four small golden pouches, also known as Adventure Bags.
'Four?' Lance held them close to his face, a frown soon appearing. 'Why do I have four?'
Lance checked the pouches and their contents. One of them held Natalie's headgears, armory, and the other held her special Herbs and whatever else she stored.
The third was encased his weaponry and tools. weapons and tools such as his scouter and guns. Lance had noticed chainsaw was missing. He was NOT happy.
The fourth adventure bag was the whole male armory and other 'stuff'. (Like his porn magazines)
The versatility and convenience of Adventure Bags were highly essential to their journey. They relied on it for storage. Once Natalie accidentally found out she could just imbue Summoning Bounds on her Adventure Bags, she gave them to Matt.
'Natalie's Summoning Bound on her Adventure Bags are gone. She can't summon any of her equipment unless it's rebounded. The black hole must've messed with it.' The three had taken in major effort to imbue Summoning Bounds on their bags, mainly due to Matt not willing to give a drop of his blood, he had 'fought' back for a whole week until a sand fraudulent bandit was incompetent enough to steal an Adventure Bag from them.
Unluckily, for the said bandit, he had stolen the Bag with the treasury, materials, and herbs. Safe to say, the party was furious. To make a long story short, Matt had managed to snuff him out and Lance had 'interrogated' him, with Valkyrie and his army.
Lance stashed the Adventure Bags back on his hidden pockets and suppressed his worries. He began examining his surroundings. He was in what seems like a... an alley way. A very clean modernized alley way. Too much white for his liking.
Scanning his vicinity, Lance roamed out of the alley way. Once outside, brightness blocked his sight for a moment.
'Damn. Too bright.'
His vision slowly began to adjust right and as his vision cleared, he became stunned in his own astonishment. What laid before his eyes, and or flew before his eyes were very futuristic tech.
Colossal architectures, seemingly advanced dispatch of ships and artillery simply flying before him.
He could not believe it! Such technology didn't exist. If it did, he should have, no, he WOULD have encountered it! Unless... unless...
'I can't believe this probability was possible.'
Seeing this meant either of two things, which he refused to believe both.
Either he was in his own little heaven, sent by a VERY forgiving god or goddess. This outcome extremely unlikely. Which meant the latter was more probable.
"I'm in an another world," Lance affirmed with an annoyed sigh, soon becoming furious.
With the conclusion, he began to analyze the situation. Lance had the greatest amount of loss in the group. He had lost his army, which he had worked so vigorously on. Lance wasn't so sure about the units he had idle in space.
Matt would most likely be 'fine', fine as in, he would not notice the circumstance and would eventually begin searching for them.
Natalie, however, would soon notice her predicament of being in another world and likely panic for a while. Her lack of equipment limited her Magical capabilities, but not by a large margin. She could indefinitely take care of herself even without the heighten boost from her armory. Her Magic was powerful enough.
Speaking of Magic, was it just him or did he feel a little different? It was as if he had been freed from something.
No matter, it wasn't harming him in the slightest so he wouldn't divulge in it. For now.
Besides, Lance had other otherworldly concerns to attend to.
First and foremost, Lance needed information. A lot. And fast too. There were too many components and elements that were involved when being transported in by a new world.
Information was the best start. Now the question was, how was he going to obtain information. Well, Lance was going to do it one way or another.
Considering the technology he had been baffled by, technology based information gathering would be a good start. And again was the question, how?
Lance quickly admonished his lingering inquiry as he observed a small group of humanoid androids, and in the center was a stunning beauty.
A small perverted blush began to appear as he examined the woman.
A fair-skinned woman with white hair tied up in a bun at the rear left corner of her head, with her bangs falling at the right side of her head. And a small curled lock on the other side, reaching below her ear.
Moderately sized boobs that fitted her slim body perfectly. Even if he wasn't really into legs, her attire, especially the garters, made her legs look sexy. Nevermind his earlier conviction, he was definitely in heaven. Thank the god or goddess who sent him here!
Her whole apparel seemed to harmonize with her white hair and overall skin tone.
Wait... White hair?
The woman was a genuine hottie, perhaps even rivaling Natalie. Although her snowy white hair honestly confused Lance. As he was puzzled.
'Is she a hag, or is the white just her hair color?'
But regardless, even if she was a beautiful woman (or beautiful old lady), he needed information. This lady seemed to be the verdict. Her outfit and stance told him that she was from wealthy lineage. And nobles tend to have a great deal of information at their disposal. So why linger longer?
Lance carefully analyzed the woman, she was armed with some sort of high-class single edged saber. Being an intelligent technician himself, he could see there was more to the saber than what meets the eye.
The way she stood and walked indicated she was very capable with the saber. Instinctively, Lance summoned his scanner and turned it on.
'ERROR.' The scanner turned red, with giant notice appearing and relaying, 'ERROR. UNKNOWN SIGNALS FOUND. CANNOT REACH HOME SIGNAL.'.
'I'll deal with you later!'
Lance gave an annoyed growl before the scanner dispersed. But his annoyance was quickly gone as his attention went back to the woman who was soon walking away.
'I have other 'things' to do.'
Lance smiled perversely and began trailing his 'target'.
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Winter Schnee was having a wonderful day!
She was one of the lucky few to be commissioned to assess the newest Atlas tech, the Atlesian Knight-200.
As quoted from the head developer, "A less, scarier and a more efficient model."
Winter was told they functioned like its predecessors but with fewer limitations. So, she went out to find the Altas Grimm Simulation Training Area, or the AGSTA (Augusta).Then later return to HQ and report. She even knew a quiet shortcut through the back of the buildings, and Winter was DEFINITELY going to take advantage of it.
The most prominent part of this mission was, she would be given a 'break' and was free to choose the rest of her activities, instead of being sent back to her duties at her post. This opportunity was exceedingly rare occasion, even for her. Considering her position.
All in all, a wonderful day soon to be spent on her own decisions.
Until a pervert showed up! That scoundrel showed up and immediately ruined her day AND mission.
First, the pervert was wretchedly creeping onto her without an impede. Then he was barbarous enough to directly try and assault her! How dare he!
Winter would have wanted to execute the bastard right there and then. But the scalawag was proving to be a very dangerous threat. He had easily shot down the androids with extraordinary aim and precision, so much so to the case that, Winter would have been stunned impressed if not her rising anger.
Much to her fury, the man had refused to show himself and forced her to stay defensive the entirety of the assault.
How did she know it was a man? Why it was because of his verbal advances. Pervertedly spouting, "Oops, sorry!" with his 'accidental' brushes against her breasts and body. Why that filthy little...!
As if to insult her, like the scoundrel he was, the scalawag was outfitted as an assassin/shinobi uniform with two spikes of auburn hair peeking out, a gunblade, and some sort of large cannon on his back. Winter was sure it was from the Atlas Projectile Construction Unit, considering it's silvery design.
Winter had given up all her dignity and restraint at this point. Never did she thought she would hate someone more than a certain drunkard.
It did not help that his tactic was to "Hit n' Run", per say. The wretch was very quick on his feet, exceedingly faster than her, very much so. To the point where he was not taking her seriously, even with her swift dual blades. Oddly enough, there were a few instances where he had looked to be readying to speak but faltered right after. All in all, Winter was at a major disadvantage.
This was, until she used her glyphs.
Strangely, the wretch appeared to be stunned by the use of her glyphs. A perfect opening! Taking advantage of the moment of a defect, Winter propelled herself towards the startled man with a Boosting Glyph and aimed the tip of her blade on the abdomen.
As Winter was nearing his chest, the scoundrel quickly jerked back then placed his gunblade in front himself. Without warning, a maroon barrier-like thing with a cross pattern appeared in front of his guarding weapon.
Winter was surprised when her charge was reduced of the majority of its power as her blade crashed into a maroon-like barrier. The barrier dissipated and he jumped back.
"Is that your semblance scoundrel? Very well. I will hold back no longer!"
An instant after her declaration, Winter stabbed the ground and a giant Summoning Glyph materialized below her. Soon after, a swarm of miniature Nevermores emerged from the Glyph and went after her attacker.
The said attacker began shooting them down while leaping back. Soon he had reached an alleyway.
Another swarm emerged from the Glyph and they followed suit.
"Summoning?" He yelled.
How did that scoundrel know it was Summoning? Not many people knew the Schnee's ability to summon. In fact, a number of people who knew could be counted on her finger tips. Unless... unless... That miscreant little bastard! He must've been stalking her for months without her knowing! How dare he!
"How dare you! You barbaric brute! I will have your head!" Winter yelled in outrage. She then stood up with her saber positioned in front. Whilst he was distracted at the moment, Winter did not hesitate and began to get in stance as a large Glyph appeared right behind her.
Winter poured the majority of her Aura in the Glyph, causing it to be somewhat unstable. But she didn't care right now. All Winter thought about was two things.
The pervert gone.
And the pervert gone. Permanently.
Instantly, she flew towards the assassin-adorned man. Winter was only a blur before she sideswiped the wretch and successfully sent him flying.
"Good... BYE!" Winter screeched.
Winter stopped and kneeled on a knee to recover her spent stamina.
"What going on here?" A yellow Atlas soldier arrived, albeit late.
"Specialist Schnee! What happened?" The soldier asked as he crouched down near her. Winter shoved him back and pointed to the direction where he was sent flying, surprisingly he had flown into the library.
"I was attacked..." Winter replied with a pant. "No time! He's at the library, search and arrest him!"
The soldier stood up respectively and saluted.
"Yes ma'am!"
The soldier ran to the library and the other nearby soldiers followed suit. She needed to see this. Winter stood up and staggered with them.
"Everyone please halt!" The soldier directed as they entered the library. "Specialist Schnee, where is your attacker?"
Winter looked around, trying to find him. There was no way he could change his clothing right after being launched right? Right?
"Search the area! Let none leave. My attacker is wearing an Assassin adorn. Auburn hair, and male." Winter said with a glare. Auburn hair was quite common among the residents of Atlas.
The soldiers spread and began searching for someone matching the same description. The library was very large. And considering his speed from earlier, he might not even be in this lobby. Damn it. Why couldn't she just have her own day?
As she walked with her usual dignified manner, Winter caught a certain auburn hair.
"Excuse me, can you turn around?"
The auburn hair turned.
"Hmm?" Came his voice. That voice! It sounded very familiar. It must be him!
"Sir, I require you to stand," Winter said with a stern glare.
"What is it that you require me to do exactly, Specialist Schnee?"
Winter faltered. That 'him' she was expecting was replaced her Unit's 'captain', She had jumped to conclusions too quickly because of her emotions got the better of her. An error that should not be done by someone of her stature. She was embarrassed but was smart enough to reply.
but before she could even deliver her reply, an unmistakable voice peered in the lobby,
"Schnee! What is with this commotion!?" She turned her head to the direction of the voice, feeling the same guilt as a child would feel when caught by a parent.
"I-" Her reply was cut short when a soldier interrupted her.
"Ma'am! Your attacker has escaped the facility by smashing through the glass!"
Winter could no longer feel her emotions.
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Lance regretted it. Actually, never mind the earlier statement, Lance somewhat regretted his earlier actions. Did he regret the encounter with the hot lady? Never. Did he regret over-magnifying the complexity of his situation and taking drastic advances? Yes, yes he did. Very much so in fact. Now he's in a position in which he could be wanted for aggression against a military Specialist. Great way to start your new life in a new world, isn't that right?
It was times like these where Lance wished Natalie was there to scold him and lead him to a logical and simple yet effective direction, like searching for a library. Instead of trying to kidnap a person for information. Regardless, such reflections were unnecessary as he had already done it. What was done was done. There was nothing he could do.
Though the encounter wasn't without its own merits. Lance had figured out several things. One the largest gains were he had learned that, oddly enough, he and the inhabitants of this world spoke the same langauge. This relieved Lance and much of his stressed thoughts were dismissed instantly. Goodbye, dreadful plan for self-solitude for learning a new language.
As much as he wanted to deny it, the lady sending him flying was actually a fortunate development. Lance had landed near a library. When he had decided to retreat in it. When he had accidentally found a section of 'irrelevant and obvious' books, as the sign had stated. Such books were useful to him. They were very open, all good for picking. After all, thievery was something he was VERY familiar with. As he himself was a thief and admittedly, he had been robbed. Several times.
Expectedly, the woman had entered the library, very furious, and not so expectedly, with several armed soldiers following her. The soldiers entitled her with something along the lines of "Specialist Sneeze". Or was it "Specialist Skee"? Nevertheless, he could tell she was someone of important ranking. Probably a military force.
Lance hastily swiped away several books into his Adventure Bag and used Crush on the harden glass of the facility. Oddly enough, he had left the scene quite easily. Undoubtedly due to his equipment. After making sure he was not in anyone's sight, Lance equipped Officer's Coat and its matching hat. Easily done.
What was he doing right now? He was reading the confiscated books. Never would he make the notion of reading books other than ones regarding weapons and porn. What? He was a healthy 17-year-old with healthy 17-year-old interests! Soon to be turning 18 in fact. In a month or so. But that was in his world, not this unfamiliar world. Remnant was it? He was going to leave this world. No matter what it took. Yes, that was his new goal. To find a way to return. To his machines. To his home. To his friends.
Wait no... His friends were trapped in this world too. They must have been. Yes. He would find them first, then they would all leave together.
But that was for later. Right now he had another matter to attend to. One that regarded his radio and spacecraft.
'HOME SIGNAL REACHED'
Author's End Note:
Next chapter is Matt! Yay! I'm quite sure it's obvious to where Matt is at. If not, here's a hint.
Matt's a thief and loves to steal treasures.
I know, great clue. If you had seen the RWBY World Of Remnant episodes, then it should be quite easy to guess.
