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Hello again, my fellow zombies!
OMAGAUD, THE FINAL OC CHAPTER BEFORE I START!
He's a badass, he's a soldier, and he's the best anime reference in the story, ever, of all time!
As usual, don't own the RWBY stuffs…just the OCs and future AU story to come.
…Rooster teeth owns RWBY…the bye…
"In combat, spontaneity rules; rote performance of technique perishes."
-Bruce Lee
3rd POV
Nighttime Atlas was filled with motion, light, and life, just a few spots here and there of non-activity. For instance: some quiet suburbs, inactive apartment complexes, abandoned slums that are White Fang hotspots...
However, people just tend to do absurd things these areas, such as walking through the slums…Which someone is doing right now…in one of the worst parts of all of Atlas; Frotion.
The street lights were barely enough to have the man seem visible to the naked eye; but to the Faunus in the area, they saw him just fine.
He looked to be seventeen, while standing exactly at six-feet tall; he had messy brown hair that just barely covered the tops on his lenses of his green framed, prescription glasses that covered his dark-green eyes. He had a prideful look in his eyes, even if at midnight; He had a toned face that showed an irritated smile as he was talking on his scroll; within the confines of his mouth was a cigarette.
He wore a black T-shirt underneath an open worn, high-collard, dark-green leather jacket with a white stripe going down the left side of it, on the right side of it was the symbol of a silver fist with silver crossed rifles behind it; at the end of the sleeves were dark-green wristbands; they were 2 inches long as well as half an inch thick, with a black belt in the centers of both of them; these belts held multiple dust crystals all in a line, all of them just close enough to barely touch each other; there was a locking mechanism at the bottom of the wrists for the belts to stay in place. He wore casual faded blue jeans with the bottoms loosely covering the tops of his black sneakers.
Jason Armstrong was incredibly bright for his age, which is odd considering where he was at this time of night.
He took a deep breath of the cigarette that was then expelled out as quickly as it came in to continue talking on the scroll he held with his left hand.
"Yes, I understand; you can't stall the plane any longer, I have to be there now; look, just give me ten-Twenty minutes at the most."
The other person on the line was speaking in a calm tone of voice, but he knew full well that he royally pissed off the other one speaking.
"Yeah, I'll be there; got it, Jay out."
He shut the scroll and breathed in the last of the current cigarette.
He sighed before saying to no one in particular "Ick, I get it; this is a big point in our lives. But for the sake of Remnant can you slow down a bit."
He spat out the used cancer-giving stick, reached into his left jacket pocket, and pulled out a pack of Rentor brand cigarettes with butane lighter. In the middle of lighting up a new smoke, the sound of feet hitting the pavement was heard.
As he looked behind him, he saw two WF grunts standing in the street. The left one with cat ears has his arms crossed; the other one with an otter's tail had his left hand in his pocket and his right hand on an aluminum baseball bat slung onto his shoulder. They were staring at him, an obvious sign that they weren't about to let their 'prey' go scurrying off.
Jason calmly breathed life into the new cigarette with the lighters assistance. He simply stared right back at his soon-to-be assaulters.
"I'm going to make this very simple for you" Jason said as he took in another breath "Let me keep walking, or you will never walk again; take your pick."
"What makes you think that we're the only two here, punk?" the cat faunus spat at him.
"Oh I know you're not; there are several others in the surrounding alley ways, there are a few on the roofs, and about…eight more behind you two."
"Well, well, well; perceptive one, aren't you?"
"Heh, you can tell that to my C.O., he thinks I can't see a beowolf five feet in front of me" Jason said with great mirth.
The cat Faunus frowned "Alright boys, the jig's up, come on out."
WF soldiers started to come out of their hiding places; there about thirty of them in total, one of them a lieutenant. Their weapons ranged from common rifles to machetes; however there was one odd weapon out of them all…
"Okay, seriously; why do all the WF lieutenants carry those giant chainsaws; it makes no sense, I mean wouldn't you rather give them variations of better weapons, or are you just that poorly supplied?"
The faunus with his arms crossed did not answer his question, which slightly irritated Jason.
1st POV: Jason Armstrong
"You know, it's very rude not to answer a question."
I was starting to get really pissed off at these guys. I was already late for my plane, Ick can't stall it anymore, and now it looks like I'm gonna take up those twenty minutes I asked for by fighting these riotous ruffians.
'well, Jay, you only have one option.'
I took a drag from my cig and removed it from my mouth with my right hand; I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked behind me.
"Kid, hasn't your mother told you that smoking is bad?"
"Nah, she said it was alright; all I have to do is change my lung out every month."
The grunt gave me a look and said "The hell do you mean-"
I took this time to flick my cigarette in the air, and send my elbow into his forehead. He flew back a few feet on his back.
"Last warning, you made me lose a cig, now I'm mad."
They were all looking at me, dumbfounded; like they weren't expecting anything from me.
"Does anyone know who I am?"
Everyone was silent, except for one of the grunts decided to be ignorant.
"Yeah, you're just another racist, looking to harm innocent faunus."
My left eye twitched in irritation.
"You obviously don't see that he's still breathing; notice how his chest is moving up and down in a breathing motion" I understand I was being a bit asinine, but this guy deserved it for calling me a racist.
The lieutenant finally spoke up and gave them an order.
"That's enough; you came into our territory and there's only on punishment for trespassing: death."
Everyone pointed their guns towards me.
'This is a grave mistake on their part.'
"Fire."
I smiled 'this was going to be a waste of time, but completely worth it.'
I flared my aura to expand past my own body, forming into a giant, green bubble. All of their shots were absorbed by the bubble; it cracking a bit as the bullets harmlessly rolled of its surface.
"What?! How did you do tha-"
"Is it really that hard to see; I mean honestly: the fact I'm not afraid of you; the fact that I could see everyone in the alleyways and on the rooftops; the giant bubble shield; you all should understand what you're messing with."
His straight face was starting to turn into a frown 'I've got him now.'
"Then we have made a vast error in judgement; attack him, now!"
As he said that I flicked my wrists, activating my wristbands. The backs expanded outward to the entire lengths of my arms, covering them in thin green plating; the fronts folded over my hands in a protective covering and formed a small barrel on top of each of my arms to fire off dust bolts; the center expanded outwards to give the belt of dust crystals space to rotate to the other crystals; the system of turning to the desired crystal or firing each of the gauntlets are given through brain waves from my glasses.
'This'll be fun.'
Combat music (recommended): Madness 4, by Cheshyre
A guy with a broadsword came running towards me and swung in an overhead- arc. I raised my arms over my head into an X, stopping the blade in its tracks. I pushed my arms up, throwing him off balance, and sent a right hook into his gut, firing off an energy dust burst. He went flying back into three more goons that were running into the fray of the fight. I grabbed one of them by foot and swung him around, sending him flying into his buddies and into a building.
I looked to my left to see a few guns pointed towards me. I did a back flip to gain some distance and put up my shield. I then heard the sound of a chainsaw start to rev up, along with a dark cackle. I looked behind me to see a WF lieutenant with one of their most iconic weapons: a broadsword chainsaw.
'Why can't the White Fang make better weapons for their higher-ups?' I asked as I noticed that I was in between a firing squad and a lunatic with a giant, dust powered sword/chainsaw child spawn of irritation.
'Okay, crazy idea.'
I turned completely towards the lieutenant and pumped both of my hands off of my chest "what you got, man? You ain't got nuthin'! Are you hearing me? nuthin'!" The guy then started to charge towards me. 'Perfect' I thought as I saw that the WF grunts with the guns were completely loaded and were continuing their rain of bullets, just in time for me to put down the shield, and flip over the lieutenant just as he swung his sword horizontally . The sounds of him trying to tell his subordinates to cease fire were matched with the sounds of bullets hitting armor. I turned to see the fruits of my labor ended when he fell onto his knees.
"Continue firing!"
'Well that was short lived!'
I received several shots to the chest before I started to guard myself from the bullets with my bubble shield; it immediately began to crack under the pressure of the bullets.
'Looks like I'm pulling out the big guns.'
I thrust both of my arms forward and slam them together, my right gauntlet made a whirring noise; the metal on my left arm came off and went onto my right; the metal on my right started to expand out to accommodate the new material. A crank and a scope popped out of the left side of the newly forming gun; the metal shifted together to form a large barrel at the front of my arm, it being covered by all of the components. Exhaust ports ran along the sides near the barrel and the two ammo belts shifted to the back of the gun, stopping at my elbow.
'This is the true ingenuity of the Armstrong family line that has been passed down for generations.'
I pulled the crank back and heard a whirring noise, signaling that it was ready to fire. I gripped the large trigger inside the railgun, pushed forward on the crank, and jumped up. Their guns were still trained on me until I let off a large, icy energy bolt, freezing them solid. The lieutenant looked back, growled in anger, and charged at me. I cocked the railgun again and fired a round of ice on his chest, sending him flying back into his buddies.
"Strike one!" I yelled as I shifted back to my gauntlets. I looked back to see more grunts and charged towards them. I started to punch my way through their lines, dodging their melee attacks, and putting up my shield for their bullets. I then punched one of them in the chest, expecting a lightning bolt, but he just went back a few feet, landing on his feet and charging back to hit me with his mace. The mace made contact with my arms and I went sliding back a few feet. I thrusted my gauntlets down and the used up dust belts flew out of them. I slapped in the new belts, heard a whirring noise, and charged back into the fray.
After a few more minutes of punching and shooting off my railgun, their numbers were starting to thin. I started to ease up until I saw a few more trucks enter the area with mounted machine guns.
'This may spell trouble!'
I put up my shield, but it caved in quick because of the heavy caliber of the guns, so I took cover behind a giant piece of rubble. With that I checked my scroll.
'Damn, I was using too much of my shield, now im only at twenty percent aura reserves. What can I do?' I think while pieces of debris falls off the boulder. 'I have to think of something I can do with twenty percent aura... Wait, that's it!'
I expand my shield only to the palms of my hands, a foot in diameter; I then shift back to the railgun and put the barrel into the orb; I start to shoot off fire rounds into the orb, making it glow a bright red. After firing almost half my dust crystal mag, I shift back to fists and put it back in my hands. 'Okay here it goes.' I throw it up into the air, jumping after it, and kick it towards them. They cease fire and look at it, then at me.
"Hi" I say as I throw a straight right and fire off a shot from my gauntlets. What happens afterward is an absolute thing of glory; the dust ball engulfs the area in flames as I watch from the safety of my shield; I then deactivate it. I look around, seeing no one else; with that, I check my scroll.
End of combat music
"Huh, only took ten minutes, good." I said as I put it away, lit up another cig, and started running for the plane.
3rd POV
Ickarus was pacing back and forth in front of the flight gate, waiting for his friend to show up. It had been fifteen minutes, and he was growing frustrated. He reached for his scroll and was about to call him when he heard an obnoxious voice behind him.
"You have called one-eight hundred- on time, when is launch?" He looked back at Jason with a less than pleased look on his face.
"You're late" he says, putting his scroll away and crossing his arms "I thought you weren't going to make it."
"Well I'm here, so let's get goin-"
"What are you two doing here?!" said a prissy female voice.
Both males cringed and looked towards the noise. Standing there was a female of seventeen just like the two males, but standing just a hair over five-feet, three-inches tall; she had long white hair that was kept in a lock going down the right side of the back of her head with a white, crystal tiara that looks like icicles holding the bun into place; she had an apple shaped necklace and rectangular earrings to go with her hair; she had piercing, icy-blue eyes that matched her cold stare, with a small scar going down her left eye.
She wore a light blue bolero jacket with a red interior, the symbol of a white snowflake on her back, her sleeves turning a darker shade of blue as they went down; underneath that she wore what she called a 'combat skirt', it being light blue, gaining a darker shade of blue as it went down, and resting below her knees; she has a small pack of dust crystals and containers of dust on her left side and her rapier, Myrtenaster, on her right side, the sword having a revolving cylinder for multiple types of dust that it can fire; she finishes the outfit with a pair of white, heeled boots that go up to the middle of her calves.
Ickarus slid his hand down his face. 'Great just what I needed, the Schnee to show up and apparently be my colleague for the next four years!' He screamed in his head.
He then goes back to his arms resting at his sides "Why are you here, snowflake?" Ickarus says nonchalantly.
Jason starts to laugh and hold his stomach, while Weiss blushes and sputters trying to think of a comeback.
"W-Well, what are you two delinquents doing here?"
Jason speaks up "Isn't it obvious? We-"
Ickarus puts his hand in front of Jason and speaks for him.
"We are here for the same reason: attend Beacon to improve are skills."
Jason scoffs and says "Pfft, dude my skills are already just fine."
Ick then looks to Jason and raises his right eyebrow "Jason, you can't even beat me."
"Well you have that stupid marksman eye thing!"
"Hey, you have the shield."
"Which can only hold up for so long!"
"So?"
"So, you can just beat away at it with Boom's explosive rounds! Explosive rounds, which can punch through fifteen feet of concrete!"
Weiss was starting to get fed up with their conversation.
"Are you two idiots done? We have to go!"
Ick turned to Weiss and scowled "Oh, and why are you late, miss perfect?"
"Traffic" was her simple reply.
"What, you mean to tell me that you only-"
Jason then threw off his shirt and jacket and took a pose, showing off his large muscles that are still not understood how they could fit in his upper clothes.
"Weiss, Ickarus, I do not mean to trouble you, but I believe that are flight is going to leave soon!" he says as he takes other muscle showing positons.
Ick slid his hands down his face and put them up in the air "You know what, fine! Let's just get on the plane!" he started walking to the entrance until he remembered something. "Oh, and Jay…"
Jason looked at him while putting his shirt and jacket back on, smiling that his muscles once again calmed the situation.
"You owe me ten-thousand lien, I expect to be paid on the-"
He is then cut off by catching a lien card thrown at him that has the numbers that he asked for.
"There, debts paid, everyone's happy." Jason said as he walked into the plane, Weiss and Ick following behind.
3rd POV
In a dark room, stood a figure that was covered by a dark grey cloak, looking into a pool of water. In this pool held four silhouettes with different colors.
A bloody soldier, destining himself to fight something others cannot.
A violet assassin, looking to destroy those who took everything from her.
A brown mercenary, seeking to right her families wrongs.
A green boxer, looking to make a name in his families honor.
Duty, revenge, redemption, honor. These are what guide these new souls to their own doom.
"Now, let us see if they can prepare for what lies ahead" said the figure as the pool vanished and everything faded.
I AM SO SORRY PLEASE FORGIVE ME!
I JUST STARTED BACK WITH SCHOOL AND HAD A HUGE WRITERS BLOCK!
AGAIN, I'M SO, SO, SO SORRY AND I WILL TRY TO GET BACK TO WRITING AS QUICK AS POSSIBLE.
AND SINCE I'M ON SCHOOL BREACK, I WIL PROBABLY BE ABLE TO BUST OUT SOME MORE CHAPTERS.
THE DISCLAMER FOR THE STORY WILL COME AFTER THIS, AND THEN TRULY: TESLA BEGINS!
Anyways, thank you zombies for being patient, I'm out, BRAAAAAINS!