The Harvest Festival, Part 1

A/N: Welcome, one and all, to the finale of Weiss Reacts! This is it, lads. The end of it all. Okay, not the end of it all, as we've got a whole volume after this to finish, but you guys know what I mean by now, surely? No? Gah. I'm padding this thing out too long. Way too long. Regardless, let's get on with this! I'm sure you're all wondering if this'll be anywhere near as good as the Great Antic War, right?

I must disappoint you, for, as usual, I'm no master writer, lads. I'll do my best though. Anyway, onwards!

A/N: RWBY belongs to Rooster Teeth, otherwise Winter would be the exact opposite of Weiss in canon.

All mentioned franchises and characters belong to their respective owners.

"Jaune, move it slightly to the left please."

"Where?" The knight called, carrying a large box in front of him, preventing him from seeing her directions.

"The left." Pyrrha responded, before shaking her head. "No, no, my left!"

"Your left? Pyrrha, make it clearer!"
"I am! Jaune, watch out!" Pyrrha cautioned, before a loud crash informed her that the knight had crashed into a pile of party supplies. The spearmaiden sighed, shaking her head and surveying the area where he had fallen, before strolling over to free him from the tangle of confetti and party hats.

"Hold still, Jaune, I'm coming." Pyrrha called over, sighing in exasperation. A single hand plopped out of the pile, flailing about.

"Mmmphmpmmmph."

The pair was in Beacon's big hall, helping some of the younger Huntsmen and Huntresses decorate the hall for the Harvest Festival; with cutouts of stylized pumpkins and cantaloupes hanging from the ceiling, and most of the hall itself covered in brown and orange wallpaper. Jaune and Pyrrha were assigned to the stage, helping decorate it and set up small 'harvest boxes', where the younger students would reach in and push through piles of cellophane cuttings to grab a small prize; usually a box of Harvest cookies or something, for the festivities.

The Harvest Festival was the celebration of the time at the end of summer and the start of autumn when the harvest was traditionally gathered. The Festival was originally simply a massive feast held in the middle of the kingdom for all to attend, with music, dances and contests of sporting and dramatic feats for all to partake of and spectate, beholding with wonder the skill of warriors and bards alike. Nowadays, it was a general holiday, coinciding often with the last day of the summer term before a month's holiday began for most students, and had evolved beyond a feast on a large table to various events such as concerts, parties and, as one might assume, full-school celebrations.

Beacon, indeed, was abuzz with activity. The academy, as one of the oldest institutions in the kingdom, had close links to the festivities in Vale. Indeed, the original founders; Schwarzschild, D'Orlia, Petrana and Vettel, who had codified the four-Hunter team used, had actually hosted a massive feast in what was now Beacon's main building and used to be the keep used to house trainee Hunters, opening it to common peasants- in remembrance of that, Beacon opened its gates to Valeans who wished to partake of the festivities the school was holding. Of course, to host part of a city in even a big campus like Beacon's needed preparation. Even weeks prior, Ozpin had had parts of the school prepared, and now, students and staff alike were making the last preparations before the festival was due to open tomorrow morning.

And it was during this that Jaune, much to his and Pyrrha's chagrin, had suffered an unfortunate accident involving falling into piles of confetti.

"Owww….." Jaune shook his head, having been pulled out by Pyrrha. The spearmaiden frowned, flicking a stray piece of gaudy paper from his hair.

"I'm sorry about that. I should've been clearer."
"Dammit….I hope whatever was in that box wasn't fragile….." The knight muttered. "Thanks for that."
"No problem. Are you hurt?"
Jaune felt his back, feeling for any bruises induced by his fall. "Uh….nothing I can't just walk off."
Pyrrha sighed in relief. "Good to hear. Maybe I should place the items on stage myself. Much easier."

The knight chuckled. "Probably a good idea, yeah."
"…s-so." Pyrrha responded, blushing slightly. "U-um."

"Huh? What's up?" He raised an eyebrow, curious.
The spearmaiden looked away, trying to avoid Jaune's inquisitive gaze, shifting uncomfortably. "A-are….I mean….you….are you…..do you have…..a-any-"

"Jaaaaaune-kun!"

"Jaune!"

Suddenly, two girls- one doe Faunus, one non-Faunus- latched onto the boy tightly, hugging him.

"Be my date to the Festival!"
"N-no! Be mine! MINE!"

Pyrrha blinked, and for a moment, it seemed as if she was going to wrench the girls off of her partner and long-time crush, most likely in a forceful manner. The moment passed, and instead, he spearmaiden sighed, frowning.

"Perhaps…..another time, then." She walked off, as Jaune flailed in panic.
"D-dammit! Guys! Not now! Not now!" The knight pleaded, but it was no use. The two girls were latched onto him like twin vices, looking up at him with pleading eyes.
"Jaaaaaaauuuune, pleeaaaase!"
"Come with meeeee!"

Weiss snorted, her arms crossed and watching the shenanigans. "His Semblance is ridiculous. In what world would that ever be useful for fighting?"
"Maybe he could make the enemy fall in love with him?" Yang offered up as she was crouched down, assembling a wooden chair. "You know, distract them with his good looks and good-guy charms?"

"I have my suspicions about it, but I'll need to do something with him to test it out." Blake responded, calmly flipping through the instruction pages for said chairs.

Ruby frowned. "I don't think you could make Grimm fall in love with you that easily."
"Thank Dust you haven't been on that side of the Dustnet." The brawler remarked mischievously. Weiss glared at her, grumbling. "Must you make everything perverted?"

"Hey, I'm just saying, people are weird on that part of the Dustnet." The brawler reminded her. "Sheesh. Not everything I do's meant to embarrass you."
"You haven't exactly done yourself favours in that regard." The heiress retorted, scoffing dismissively.

"I have been nothing if not encouraging and supportive!" Yang gasped in surprise. "H-how could you?"

Ruby shushed her teammates. "Hey! Hey! Winter's coming up to Jaune now!"

Weiss' head snapped to face her, blinking. "What? What would my sister want with Jaune?"

"He's got a Semblance that makes girls and boys fall in love with him." Yang reminded her helpfully. "What do you think she's doing?"

The heiress scoffed. "As I recall, we happen to be immune to it."
"We're probably just used to the effect of the Semblance." Blake shrugged. "It's there, but we're just resisting it. Winter, on the other hand-"

"The thought of my sister being in love with that idiot?" Weiss scoffed. "Please. I doubt it."

Regardless, she stayed put and quiet, watching with the rest of her team.

Winter was indeed approaching Jaune, smiling her usual lady-like smile. She looked over at the girls latching on to the knight.

"Ladies, I must ask you to desist." The lady inquired politely. "I am sure you are aware Mister Jaune is somewhat occupied?"
"Oh, so you can ask him out?" The doe Faunus shot at her. Winter paused, staring at her.

"I beg your pardon?"

"We know what you want. You want Jaune-kun all for yourself!" The other girl snapped. "Mine!"

The lady stared at the pair, dumbfounded. Several moments passed.

Both girls then sprung from Jaune as if they had suddenly been burnt, hissing and rubbing their arms.

"Owie!"
"That smarts!"

The girls slinked away, and Jaune sighed in relief, shaking his head. "T-thanks for that. I think those two were crushing my ribs."
"Always happy to help." Winter responded, smiling brightly. "So, is there anything I can do to help? I was just assisting Professor Amadeus prepare a special piece for the opening ceremony of the festival."
"You're into music?" The knight inquired curiously.

"I dabble." The lady explained. "And about my question?"
"Oh! Oh, um…no, no, me and Pyrrha have this down just fine! Thanks!" Jaune laughed, rubbing the back of his head. "Thanks for offering, though."

Winter nodded, before adjusting the collar of her shirt. "Understandable. I was…..also here to ask you something else."

At the sound of that, Pyrrha, who was standing aside, suddenly looked up and towards the pair.

Jaune raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"
"I was wondering…..purely platonically and without any other motive, of course….if you and I might..." Winter's usual elegance and composure was faltering, for whatever reason, as she attempted to propose whatever she was proposing to Jaune.

Suddenly, however, interrupting their and everyone else's conversations in the hall, a large crack sounded through the school grounds, followed by a low rumble.

Blake looked up. "…..what was that?"

"Beats me." Yang shrugged. "Although that could not have been something good, judging from that rumbling."

Weiss immediately rushed to the window facing the direction of the Emerald Forest, where the sound had seemingly come from, before-

"Oh. Oh, that's just wonderful." The heiress muttered, her expression darkening.

"What?" Ruby inquired curiously as she strolled up and saw exactly what Weiss was looking at. "…..uh oh."

In the sky above the forest, a massive swirling vortex had appeared. Black lightning lashed out from the portal, striking random trees and setting them aflame with black fire. Radiating from the portal were crack-like projections, making the sky appear to have been broken in two by the portal's appearance. Swirling winds were being visibly sucked into the vortex, and even the verdant trees below were being pulled up, with visible clods of dirt being pulled into it.

Blake blinked, staring in surprise at the vortex, before adjusting her collar and her ribbon.

"…yeah. That might be a problem."

Minutes earlier, in the Emerald Forest….

Gretchen Faust was out in the forest, drawing a ritual circle in a clearing with chalk, drawing incomprehensible runes within.

The worst-kept secret of Beacon- perhaps only next to Professor Oobleck's desire for a 'super-coffee' that gave thrice the caffeine of a single cup of coffee in a single cup and Glynda's romantic interest in the headmaster- was that Faust, in addition to being a master of Hunting and various other academic subjects, was a master of black magic, arts of darkness and whatnot. Her magic and Semblance were a unique combination, the likes of which had been never seen before, and contributed to her lethality as a Huntress- after all, the ability to deafen your opponents with the part of the first name of one of the many eldritch abominations beyond the world and then annihilate them with a normal attack seemed very useful.

In this case, she was drawing a circle of demonic inquiry. To be precise, she was creating a circle to summon one of a variety of otherworldly spirits to confer with. Although Faust would neither confirm nor deny the rumours that otherworldly spirits had granted her unnatural longevity, it was a well-known fact that she often communed with spirits for knowledge and guidance. Most other academies, although aware of Faust's skill in combat and other pursuits, were distrustful of her for her fondness for the incomprehensible; Ozpin was one of the few who saw potential in hiring her as a teacher.

Regardless, she was in the forest to draw a ritual circle to summon spirits. The sorceress plucked a stray leaf from her frizzy hair, wiping a drop of sweat from her brow.

"There." Faust stretched her arms outwards, before placing her chalk away and exhaling. "It is done."

The sorceress surveyed her handiwork. It was a pretty unremarkable ritual circle, if such a thing could be judged by any standard; candles were placed at regular intervals around the perimeter, and a smaller concentric circle lay in the middle for Faust to sit inside.

"I never did understand the concept of the Harvest Festival." Faust mused to herself as she walked across the perimeter, making sure she didn't break the chalk lines. "And, of course, I must commune today.

Staying inside was not an option. Perhaps I might even find certain…..secrets that I wish to discover today, in which case I must make haste….."
The thought of a slender, blank-faced man appeared in her mind's eye, causing her to blush slightly, before Faust shook the thought from her mind. She had to concentrate- the spirits would not come to her if she did not have a clear mental image of what she wanted to invoke.

"The incantation escapes me." The sorceress muttered, flipping through her mind to attempt to remember. "….ah. Ah! That's it. Of course. Let us proceed. I cannot delay any further- perhaps they may attempt to find me."
She cleared her throat, closing her eyes to focus and opened her mouth. The speech that came out was incomprehensible to human ears- even Faust struggled to understand it- and, in essence, was a prayer to invoke spirits from beyond the veil.

The candles around her were suddenly put out by a sudden, harsh gale. The branches of the trees around her swayed briefly, before beginning to shake violently. An ominous aura radiated from the circle, filling the area. Anyone save Faust who was present would be filled with an instinctual dread; one derived from the fear of darkness and the unknown, one derived from the fear of the creatures that lurked beyond.

Of course, Faust herself was beyond that.

The violent gale blew without end in sight. After a few moments, Faust opened her eyes, looking around.

Something wasn't right.

'That's…..the spirits should've come by now.' Faust recalled, drawing on her past experiences. The spirits were meant to come shortly after being summoned; not one was in sight, and yet the ritual was going on.

She stood up, immediately drawing her weapon- a small, metal wand, through which she focused her Semblance and Dust- looking around to watch for what was coming through.

'What did I do wrong? There's…..there's nothing I could've made a mistake in. The runes were drawn right, the candles placed….' Faust quickly filed through what she knew could be potential issues.

'….no, this was done exactly to order! What could've possibly-'

Her question was answered, however, as something made its presence known to her. It did not speak. Instead, it presented her with images; horrific ones.

A ruined city, the buildings burning and large humanoids walking through it, their bodies twisted and warped with tentacles and pulsing organs. The night sky, with the moon replaced with a giant eye, staring down upon a group of hooded creatures resembling crustaceans, chittering and snapping their gargantuan claws.

And finally, a woman on her knees, engulfed with flames upon a snowy plain, with cries of horror around her, and a name being cried out, presumably hers, that Faust could not make out.

Faust shuddered. For the first time since her teenage years, Faust was afraid.

'This isn't right. What…..what have I-'

She was then interrupted by a twisted, unnatural cracking noise, and an unearthly roar filling her ears, seemingly coming from above. The sorceress looked up, and-

The present, Emerald Forest…..

"Faust was here." Glynda nodded, crouching down and surveying the circle. "This is her handiwork, alright. I've seen this exact circle before, too.

Granted, I never saw it create a giant portal as it has done now. I suspect sabotage by an outside entity, who then used the opportunity to suck her into it- into whatever world it leads to."

Glynda and Ozpin had ventured out into the forest- accompanied by teams RWBY and JNPR, with Winter and Velvet tagging along- to investigate the vortex. If it was sucking nearby objects into it, it wasn't now, as there was no force being exerted on the people present.

Ozpin studied the portal, frowning. "…normally, I would call upon Gretchen herself to investigate the portal to prove your theory, but the circumstances being what they are…"

Weiss leered over at Ren, the local leader of the Antic Order. "Was this some sort of sick prank?"

"Good Dust, no." The gunslinger shook his head. "This...this isn't Antic Order work. We would've rewired it to summon infinite kittens. Whatever did this wanted Faust gone."

"N-no way! Professor Faust's not dead, right?" Jaune inquired, panicking. "That's…..that's insane!"

Glynda shook her head. "I doubt that whatever creature did this wanted Faust dead. Knowing her rituals, there are far more efficient ways of killing her than that.

No…..I think she's been sucked through that portal to wherever it leads."
Weiss grumbled. "And, of course, as the good professor is the only one who knows near enough magic to figure out where it goes, we don't know."

Ozpin sighed, pulling his glasses off and wiping them. "It seems so. We also don't know what might come out of that portal, either."

Pyrrha thought carefully, before lifting her head up. "So…..what are we to do?"
"I will have to inform Professors Amadeus, Fall, Oobleck, Peach, Arc and Port to prepare for potential battle." The headmaster explained. "We will need to mount a rescue operation for Professor Faust. That much is certain. We must also ensure that the Festival and everyone in attendance is not threatened.

Teams RWBY and JNPR, I apologise for placing this duty upon you on such short notice, but this portal's unknown properties may endanger the lives of every student, staff member and potentially every Valean here. You are the best and brightest Hunters Beacon has produced, hence why I trust you with this task.

May I entrust to you the task of going into the portal, retrieving Professor Faust, and figuring out how to close it?"
Jaune thought carefully, before sighing. "…guess there's no way around it. Guys, what do you think?"
"We can't leave Professor Faust in there." Pyrrha responded, before nodding. "If you will go, I will too."

"Same." Ren nodded in assent. "Nora?"

The berserker chirped gleefully. "Are you kidding? I get to blow more stuff up and watch the pretty explosions! Nora's in!"

Team RWBY collectively nodded. "We'll accept, sir."

Ozpin looked upon them gravely. "This is not an easy task. I wish you the best of luck." He turned to Winter and Velvet, regarding them similarly.

"Misses Schnee and Scarlatina, you are free to stay-"
"I will accompany my sister and her team." Winter calmly, but firmly intoned. "I cannot allow her to go into this danger alone."
Velvet nodded in agreement. "I need a bigger role in the story anyway, so I'm going to protect Weiss-senpai!"

"Pipipipi!" Vivi popped out from the front of Velvet's shirt, waving and nodding with her mistress.

The headmaster exhaled sharply. "….very well, then. Make your appropriate preparations. We will prepare a Bullhead-"
"We don't need a Bullhead." Blake responded. Weiss gave her a strange look.

"What do you mean we don't need a-"
"We don't need a Bullhead."

Glynda stared at her. "Then how do you expect to go through? Your giant robots?"
"Trust me, Professor. We don't need one."

Ozpin frowned, but acquiesced to her request. "As you wish, Miss Belladonna. Glynda, if you would accompany me?"

He began walking in the direction of Beacon. The instructor next to him turned to the catgirl.

"…..I hope you know what you're doing, Blake." Glynda remarked, adjusting her glasses and giving her a curt nod, before following her partner, leaving the ten students in the clearing.

A moment passed. Weiss glared at Blake.

"Are you insane?" The heiress snapped. "We can't fly! And we don't nearly have enough giant robots to hold all ten of us!"

Yang laughed. "You think we're flying through with giant robots? Blakey's far better than that."

"I haven't a clue what's going on here." Ren responded, staring at the catgirl. "What do you suggest?"
"I think I should, um, reveal what I've actually been working on for the past year." Blake explained, a small, excited smile beginning to form on her face.

Immediately, Jaune and Weiss sighed in exasperation. Whatever was happening, it was bound to be insane.

Blake's Hangar….

"Only one person is aware of what I've been doing the whole year." Blake explained as she walked down to her hangar, leading her friends down there. "That would be Yang."
"Damn straight Blakey told me~" The brawler gave them a thumbs up. "It's pretty awesome."
"What could you possibly be hiding from us that you've been working for a year?" Weiss inquired accusingly. "I know you, you'd be over the moon with revealing your latest giant robot!"
"Yeah. Weiss is right, you're insane about humungous mecha!" Jaune nodded in assent. "What've you made, the Arc Gurren Lagann or something?"

Blake smiled, stopping at a code-locked door, facing her comrades.

"I never said I was making a giant robot. On the contrary, it's the opposite."

At that, the other nine people present stopped, staring at her as if she had suggested that they all immediately do something outlandish.

"…what do you mean?" Ruby tilted her head. "It's not a giant robot?"
"Nope." Blake chuckled. "I must introduce to you guys my baby, so to speak."

She deftly entered a passcode into the keypad next to the door. "I present to you….Project YAMATO."

The door slowly slid aside, and Blake strolled through, moving aside to let her comrades through and behold the true extent of her project.

"…what in the name of Dust." Weiss looked up, blinking and not understanding what exactly she was seeing.

Winter let out a little gasp, blinking. "…..oh my."

"Oh my's right." Yang remarked, chuckling. "I helped plan part of this thing."

Project YAMATO, as Blake had referred to it, was nothing like a humongous mecha.

On the contrary, it was a giant spacecraft.

The craft was sleek, plated with silver plates and marked with the Beacon emblem on the prow. The body of the craft was long, with what appeared to be the bridge at the prow, linked to the back of the ship with a long midsection. The stern of the craft was triangular, with three giant thrusters mounted facing backwards, and a long, sleek barrel mounted underneath the midsection as the ship's weapon. On each side of the stern, two doors were mounted to admit passengers, and behind the thrusters, a massive cargo door was placed, in order to admit larger objects, from Bullheads to giant mecha.

"I call it the Iron Savior." Blake declared proudly. "Cool, huh?"
Weiss was dumbfounded, completely confused. "How did you even build this?"
"Your father's money from selling him the design to my Spiral Engine funded all of this. All I had to do was get the parts, make a few extra robots to help me put this thing together- I even borrowed a few workers from your dad's company- and boom, we have a giant spacecraft." The catgirl explained. "I believe I've designed Vale's first proper spacecraft."

Pyrrha frowned. "It looks overlarge. Are you sure we need this?"
"I'm not sure what's on the other side of that portal, but if we know Faust, it's likely big, angry and packing heat." Yang commented. "The Iron Savior's designed to take on big things, especially with that huge gun."

"It's based on the Wave Motion Gun." Blake explained further. "It's also a personal favourite design of mine. I call it the Spiral Motion Cannon, although it also runs on Dust and normal electricity apart from Spiral Power.

Well, time's a wastin'. Are we going to get in?"

Nora cheered. "Weee! Spaceship joyride! I can tick that off my list!"
"You wanted to ride a spaceship?" Weiss raised an eyebrow."
"Of course! Spaceships are big and they make big explosions! The sloth gods would smite me if I missed an opportunity to be in one!" The berserker expounded as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

'Of course. The sloth gods.' The heiress grumbled irritably. 'Dust be damned if those turn out to be real.'

….

Everyone piled into the bridge of the Iron Savior, beholding for the first time the interior of the ship.

It was well furnished, with seats made from the finest Atlesian leather, but there were almost no consoles or computers for the crew to man- only two in front of the captain's chair and four on each side, and certainly far too little for a ship this size. In front and around them, a vast window peered out onto the rest of the hangar, beholding the Gurren Lagann, Nirvash and other replicas of mecha Blake had worked on previously.

Winter clapped. "Impressive. Your skill for design and engineering is incomparable, Miss Belladonna."
"Thanks." Blake chuckled. "This really took a load of work. I thought I'd never be able to use it.

Guess we can now."

Velvet examined the captain's chair closely- a keypad and what looked like a screen was mounted on the side, with the screen mounted on a hinge to swing in front of the occupant. "What's this? And why are there so little crew spots? I mean, this isn't some sort of space show, so you can't just operate a ship with, what, eleven crew members?"
"You're right. Or would be, normally. However, as this is an emergency and beggars can't be choosers, I do have a contingency plan." Blake responded. "Iron Savior, spin on!"

Suddenly, everything flew into life; the lights on the bridge turned on, the consoles flickered open and began running calculations without anyone manning them, and the ship roared into life. From the speakers, a metallic, echoing voice issued.

"IRON SAVIOR ACTIVATED. VOICE RECOGNITION ACCEPTED. WELCOME, BLAKE."

Ren nodded, the realisation slowly dawning upon him. "….so you created-"

"Penny's no longer alone as the first true AI in Vale." The catgirl declared. "The Iron Savior is the second true AI. He can make judgements for himself, so on and so forth. He still needs a few of his kinks worked out, but me and a colleague are working on it."

"I DETECT OTHER BIOLOGICAL LIFEFORMS ON THE SHIP WITH YOU, MISS BLAKE. DO YOU WISH TO EJECT THEM?"
"No, Yamato. No need to wipe them, they're my friends." Blake explained. Weiss chafed.

"You didn't make it-him recognise us?"

"I didn't think I'd have to for a while." Blake admitted.

Yang clapped. "You even called him Yamato. That's cute."

"UNDERSTOOD. OTHER BIOLOGICAL LIFEFORMS, GREETINGS AND SALUTATIONS. I ASSUME YOUR ORGAN SYSTEMS ARE RUNNING AT OPTIMAL LEVELS.

I MUST IMPLORE YOU TO TAKE A SEAT. THE CRAFT WILL MOVE SOON. PLEASE AVAIL YOURSELVES OF THE SEATBELTS."

Everyone decided that questioning the artificial intelligence in charge of flying the ship was a terrible idea and so followed his directive. Blake took the helm, and the screen swung in front of her.

"WHERE TO, MISS BLAKE?"

"The portal on top of the Emerald Forest. It should be pretty obvious."

Yamato emitted a metallic hum, signalling understanding. "UNDERSTOOD."

Nora strapped herself in, before bouncing up and down in her chair, squeeing. "This is awesome! This is more than awesome! This is amazing! It's like having pancakes with a cute sloth person flying on the back of a pony shooting rainbows! Yay!"

Weiss was silent as she strapped herself in, simply nodding.

"So…..we're flying into a portal to some sort of eldritch realm to save our teacher, flown in by a giant ship powered by, presumably, manliness." She commented to Ruby, who was next to her. "…when did our lives become like this?"
"I dunno about you, but I think this whole ship's awesome!" Ruby chirped. "I mean, did you see that cannon?"
"…figures. It must just be me then." Weiss sighed exasperatedly. "Very well.

It seems we're riding into the storm, so to speak."

Beacon Campus….

A large part of the grassy lawn on the grounds suddenly slid aside, revealing vast, mechanical doors, as the Iron Savior slowly rose from the ground, the hum of its engines increasing in volume.

The students on the ground beheld it, watching the giant ship in awe, pointing at it and trying to figure out who or what had constructed such a thing. Before anyone could look to see where it originated from, the doors shut underneath it, closing up the gap in the grounds, and the craft's rear thrusters sparked into life, shooting it forwards towards the Emerald Forest.

…..

"Here goes nothing. We're heading straight into the portal, guys." Blake looked around to her comrades. "We can still stop and drop someone off, if you want out.

Anyone?"

Nobody spoke. Nobody raised their hand and volunteered to leave.

Blake smirked. Quickly, with her keypad, she deftly typed a short message that would be sent to Ozpin's phone, stating that she and her friends had entered the portal, before turning again to her companions.

"Tch. What I expected. Of course, we're just going to have to show whatever's on the other side of that portal just who the hell we think we are!"

"Damn straight!" Yang declared, cracking her knuckles. "Finally! I've been dying to bash some heads."

"It's not too late to hope that whatever's on the other side is like those guys from Ylisse, right?" Weiss remarked hopefully.

Yamato interjected loudly. "THE CHANCES OF A YLISSE-CROSSOVER SCENARIO SO SOON AFTER THE LAST ONE YOU COLLECTIVELY EXPERIENCED ARE EXCEEDINGLY CLOSE TO ZERO, AS CALCULATED BY THE NARRATIVE RELEVANCE CALCULUS."
"Elf wouldn't make an anti-climax like that. Or he might. O-Elf-sama's a terrible writer." Velvet mused. "Eh. Let's get this over with! For Senpai!"
"Pi!"

…..

With that, the Iron Savior plunged into the swirling vortex, and its occupants awaited the dreadful reality of what they were to face shortly.

To be continued….

A/N: Well, wasn't that a thing. Interrupted dates, giant portals, and we finally found out what Project YAMATO was! Good Dust. Next time, we plunge into the realm of the unknown! What wonders await us there?

So, I hope you enjoyed that, leave your ideas, comments, reviews, criticisms, thoughts and suggestions, and I hope you have a GREAT day! Until next time!