Jäger Chapter Fifteen: Fallout
MorgothII: Hello again, short chapter this time. Its one of those filler-type chapters. However, please read the Author's Notes down below, it pertains to the story! Now, enjoy!
"Are you sure of what you saw, Unichtozheniye?" A mildly-cross Cinder Fall speaks quietly into her Scroll. The robotic voice of her newest tool answers without any hesitation. Her fury over Roman Torchwick's fuck-up is cooled slightly by the information her latest tool at her disposal, named Unichtozheniye.
"Affirmative, Master Cinder. A bronze coin with ancient markings and a central, square-shaped hole, attached to a plain brown leather chord. Only a few who are neither in the order or against us even know of that Order, let alone the symbol its members carried. Do you have any instructions regarding him?"
Standing behind their leader, Mercury Black and Emerald Sustrai exchange nervous looks. Cinder hadn't mentioned a hidden member of the Order. This would very much complicate an already difficult plan. However, they hold their tongues, neither of them daring to incur Cinder's frustrations. While his life would be safe for now, Roman would not be getting off lightly for his mistake tonight. Meanwhile, the raven-haired woman falls silent for a minute. Her bright glowing eyes narrow slightly in concentration. Then she breaks the silence.
"Stay out of sight for now, and await further instructions," She says, her seductive voice bearing an even tone. Cinder then ends the call before tossing her Scroll on the bed she uses that were included in the dorm room they had been assigned to. Her posture calm, though that is a complete lie.
"We will have to be very careful at the dance. Emerald, Mercury, you two will need to make sure that you keep an eye on Mr. Jake at all times. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"So what do we do for now?"
Cinder looks out the window towards the ruins of Mountain Glenn. "Nothing…for now. Just proceed with our original plan."
"Who was that girl?"
A tired Jake Torchwick looks up at the scowling face of Yang Xiao Long. The blonde half-sister of Ruby Rose towers over him as the Jäger sits down on the bed of his dorm room. At the foot of the bed, the leader of Team RWBY sits on the bed as well. Her silver eyes flicker back and forth between her friend and her older sister, nervous. Blake Belladonna leans against the door of the sole member of Team JÄGER's room. Weiss Schnee sits daintily on the chair that has been pulled away from Jake's work bench.
They had just snuck back into Beacon a few hours ago. After a barrage of sternly-worded texts towards Neptune and Sun for their disappearance act, the three 17-year old girls of Jake's friend's team needed to relax in their own methods after getting knocked out b a mysterious robotic assailant. His bayonet at his belt, the Jäger had hung his rifle over the head of his bed, with all of his remaining tungsten-cored, Anti-Grimm bullets nearby on the plain oak nightstand. His cloak was on top of his work bench, the boy unsure of whether he should get a new cloak or continue to wear the now-extremely torn and ragged article of brown fabric.
In the back of his mind, Jake thanks the heavens that Yang isn't in a pun-making mood. Otherwise, she would probably say that his cloak was now 'hole-y', which might not be as bad as most of her 'funny' comments tend to be.
His brown eyes move back down towards the object he holds in his hands. The shattered hilt and lower-portion of his saber. It had been broken while saving the life of his closest friend. Thus, the loss isn't completely negative, nor does that leave Jake without a sword. The katana underneath his bed is proof of that. Still gazing at the object he is holding, Jake answers in a steady, emotionless voice, his gruffness having returned.
"That was Neo, my twin sister. And I am going to rescue her."
Weiss raises a single eyebrow. "I hate to be a downer, but it looked like to me that your sister seemed to be quite content working with your…father," She says. Jake's head turns towards her.
"She 'spoke' to me using her hand. Before Roman murdered our mother, we had developed a secret code using our hands. Only Neo and I know how it works. That is how I know she needs assistance."
"Why?"
Jake now turns to look at Blake. "Our 'beloved' father has placed a small bomb at the back of her neck. He is forcing her to work for him. Thankfully, I already have a plan to counter that. A short-range and mobile signal jammer that would be kept close to Neo. That would prevent Torchwick from detonating the explosive until we can safely remove it from Neo's neck. I will start working on it tomorrow night," the Jäger answers, this time his voice containing trace amounts of confidence. Ruby speaks up now.
"What about that robot thing? Any idea about that, Jake?"
Said teen shakes his head once. "No, not even close. What I do know is that Blake is correct about something going on with the White Fang. What we didn't know was just how much it was. I suspect that there are several more players in this game, hiding in the shadows until the time is right. For now, let's keep this between us. Agreed?"
Reluctantly, Team RWBY all nods their heads in agreement. Then the black-and-red haired friend of the somewhat-former lone wolf speaks up again.
"What about your saber? How are you going to replace it?" Ruby asks the Jäger. Jake gives a sly smile to his friend.
Suddenly and without warning, Jake throws the remains of his ruined saber onto his work bench. The jagged end of the significantly shortened blade is embed in the thick wood. As the four stunned girls look at the object, they do not notice Jake reaching underneath his bed and grabbing a long, covered object. The four teens turn around when the room is filled with the shrill ringing sound of a blade being drawn. Their eyes widen in shock and awe at the katana held before them.
"Oh wow…" Ruby says, practically drooling in awe. Like the Jäger's saber that is now being replaced, it is a sword that doesn't change form like Crescent Rose. But the beauty she sees in the slightly curved blade isn't diminished in even the slightest. The silvery sides of and edge are unmarred by either age or damage, and halfway between the hilt and the center of the blade on either side is a long, seprtine-like dragon, with two deer-like horns on its head, whiskers like a catfish, and four limbs each carrying three claws.
"This is Sōryū. This sword was created countless centuries before. Few blades are equal in its strength or edge. It has been passed down throughout the generations to only those deemed worthy. And now, I have the honor of being the next wielder. Now, it is late. We need to rest, so good night. I will see you guys in the morning," Jake says as he sheathes Sōryū. In the meantime Ruby gets up off his bed, nodding as she fails to hide a yawn.
"Yeah, you're right Jake. Let's go guys. Night Jake, see you in the morning," the silver-eyed girl says as she and her three older teammates exit the Jäger's dorm.
Now alone, the son of Roman Torchwick gently grips the coin that only Ruby and that demonic robot had seen. He isn't pleased with having to lie, even slightly, to his new friend. But for now, it is for her own safety. Jake only hopes that he will not regret this. Then he swiftly climbs into bed, eventually following into a restless sleep that would plagued by nightmares and memories.
And done. Sorry if the ending was a bit sloppy, but as I said, this chapter was suppose to be nothing more than a short filler. As always, thanks for reading, leave a review, comment, thought, etcetera down below. Now it is time to get to brass tacks. I am opening up my pm box, or in the case of those who don't have an account just yet, my review section for the creation of your own OCs who might be featured later on in the story. Here are the requirements down below:
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