Jäger Chapter Twenty-Six: Truths Revealed
MorgothII: Hi again, relatively short chapter, but with some fairly important information at the A/N down below. Anyways, enjoy!
"…and so that is how I know him."
Back at Beacon, Team RWBY stares at the leader and sole member of Team JÄGER. After returning to Beacon, they had taken a few hours to clean up, perform maintenance on their gear, and nap before meeting up. The cut delivered across the Jäger's face has scabbed over, though the medic that Ruby had directed him to had informed the two that there would be a scar left behind. Their expressions range from admiration, disbelief, nervous, and stunned. Weiss finally breaks the silence.
"So, just to get this straight…you are a seventeen-year-old who is in command of a private army, which you feel that can give Atlas a run for its money?" Jake merely sighs at the heiress.
"No, I own a private pizza chain. Of course it is! But let's not get into semantics. You must all swear to not tell anyone, not even Team JNPR, about this."
"Why?" Yang asks. Again, Jake releases a short sigh. What to tell them? While he would love to tell his girlfriend the full truth, it could cause a mass-panic, due to her wanting to be the hero and stop Cinder Fall. While admirable, and with obvious good intentions, it would not end well for Ruby.
"I am under the suspicion that there are infiltrators in this school with hostile intentions towards the upcoming festival. I am not sure who they are, or how many. Thus the less people who know, the better." Ruby nods, a rare and solemn look on her youthful face.
"You can count on us, Jake! Oh, what about your sister? What's the deal with her?" A smile graces his lips.
"Neo is free, and being looked at by some of the best doctors in the city. Once that s all wrapped up, she will be staying here with me."
Yang's eye twitches slightly before the lavender orbs turn blood-red. She stands up suddenly and aggressively, her hair starting to brighten as rage floods her system at this revelation. Jake mentally sighs, having known that something like this would occur. How else would one respond about knowing that a person who had humiliatingly defeated and would have been most likely killed, if not for the intervention of others? Jake is also sure that there is virtually no chance of immediately diffusing the buxom blonde.
"WHAT?!" She roars. Again, Jake sighs as he crosses his arms across his chest. He refuses to be cowed by the fury of the powerhouse of Team RWBY.
"My sister is staying here, with me, for protection. Ozpin has already agreed to this, even if Ironwood wishes for it to be otherwise. If you have a problem with this, you can just take it up with the headmaster, Miss Xiao-Long."
"You fucking bastard!"
"I wish that was the case. Regardless, get this through your currently thick skull. Neopolitan Torchwick was forced to perform every last crime. If she even hesitated, our father would have blown. Her. Up." Before he can continue defending his sister, Jake's Scroll emits a low chime. Grabbing the electronic device, the Jäger sees a message.
Sir, we found their main regrouping area. We are currently preparing our gear at the hideout. What are your instructions?
Jake barely manages to suppress the savage grin that desires to grace his lips. He rapidly texts back.
We will strike tonight. I will be on my way over within an hour.
Powering down and pocketing the Scroll, Jake lets out a grunt. "I have some Order matters to attend to. Ruby, I will see you in the morning. All of you fought like lions. I am proud to fight alongside you lot." Ruby lets out a sigh of her own before walking over to her taller boyfriend. She hugs him gently.
"Just be safe, ok?" She pleads in a quiet whisper. Jake instantly nods his head once.
"Of course, my dear."
An hour later…
Outside of the club building owned by Hei Xiong, a tall figure, clad in a heavily-tattered and well-used brown cloak enters the building. Only one of Junior's henchmen tries to stop the newcomer, but one of the nearly-unfortunate thug's companions rests a hand on his shoulder, stopping him.
"They're upstairs," The senior, on-duty bouncer whispers. His reply is only a grunt and a 100 Lien note.
Silently the Jäger walks up the well-hidden stairs. Without making a noise, he swings open the door when he reaches the top. The room is extremely simple, with only three decent-sized tables, and five beds.
"Cap's here, luvs!"
"At ease," Jake says as he closes the door, a small grin finally appearing. Standing at the opposite end of the room, her flame-retardant outfit on, is a grinning 5'4" tall source of chipper energy, proven by her brown eyes that twinkle with mirth. Her spikey, short brown hair is shown as her full-covering gas mask rests on one of the tables in the center of the room, along with her main weapon: a flamethrower. A holstered pistol is strapped to her belt, along with a simple, iron club with a round head, and a number of incendiary grenades.
"Sergeant Brown. Are we ready?"
"Yes sir! Rouille mentioned that he saw at least fifty White Fang members enter the safe house, which the wankers have placed right next to the one that had housed those looted Paladin suits. Miss Sunshine over here retrieved the blueprints, though they're probably a bit outdated," She finishes with a shrug. The ironically-nicknamed mysterious (even to Jake, despite being the Grand Marshal of the Order) woman known as Strelok simply ignores the jab, her head covered with a hood, and her respirator and goggles present as always as she slips her secondary weapon, a seven-shot revolving carbine, into a holster on her right side of her hip. Her primary weapon, a massive, single-shot bolt action rifle, rests on the table nearest to her.
"Sir, I wish to also note that there is a very high probability of the presence of more terrorists." The armored raider says in English, though with the thick accent that shows his heritage. His heavily-scarred face is revealed, his protective facial gear having been taken off. His jade-green eyes are hardened, a clear sign of his state of preparation for tonight's strike. Jake nods his head again as he quickly examines the floor plans the sniper had retrieved.
"Gonzo, Fonzo, are the two of you ready?"
"Sempre!" The two, heavily-armored Atlesian gorilla Faunus brothers say in unison. A heavy, belt-feed machine gun, belonging to the former, and two, stockless submachine guns welded together and each having a twenty-five round magazine on the top belonging to the latter are on the final table, along with a plain wooden box and a small canvas bag.
"You two will take the east entrance. Lena, you shall enter through the northern one. Strelok, you shall cover the southern and provide sniper fire for Rouille before entering. I will take the west door. Sergeant Brown, do you have the weapon I requested?"
Said woman nods several times with a slight grin. "Yes sir! It's in the box, along with your special attachment, and it is already loaded. The bag has about twenty extra cylinders also loaded. Cheers," She finishes rapidly, having grabbed the mentioned box before handing it to him.
Grunting in thanks, the Jäger opens the wooden container to withdraw a revolver. Then he pulls out a second object, which is a long, black, cylindrical object: a suppresser for the gun. Jake swiftly screws it onto the threaded muzzle, before moving the hammer backwards. The cylinder holding seven specially-made rounds moves forward, forming a seal between the breech and the cylinder. Sōryū still hidden across his back by his cloak, the Jäger places the extra cylinders in his belt, making sure that they are placed in such a way so as to not move into one another and thus create excess noise.
Once finished, Jake then withdraws his bayonet from the leather sheathe at his side. While he had left his armor and beloved rifle back in his dorm room at Beacon, he had brought his two blades. His katana was to be used only against skilled opponents or during drawn-out duels and he wasn't able to reload his revolver or needed to longer length of the sword. Tonight, he would rely primarily on a silenced pistol and a long knife, and of course, his unique stealth semblance.
"Excellent. Get some rest. We strike at midnight. Now the streets shall run with the blood of terrorists."
Ok, so some things to mention. Rouille is based on the Battlefield One Trench Raider kit. The others in the squad are also based on the other special kits in the same game. The revolver Jake is going to be using in the next chapter is based on a real, seven-round revolver, the Belgian-designed and Russian/USSR-issued service sidearm known as the Nagant M1895, which had a special, sealed firing system that gives this weapon the unusual ability to be fitted with a suppresser. Lena Brown looks like Tracer from Overwatch. Here are some basic overviews of the new OCs this chapter
Name: Lena Brown
Gender: Female
Weapons: flamethrower named Hooge, half dozen incendiary grenades, metal-headed club named Aisne, C96 named Mauser
Armor: Gas mask and flame-retardant outfit
Other Important Details: Chipper, energetic, and friendly, she hides a dark past. Semblance is the ability to control massive infernos.
Name: Rouille Verdun
Gender: Male
Weapons: Simple, solid-steel spiked club mounted on a slender shaft named Marne, six-shot single-action revolver in the forty-five caliber named Gravenstafel, a dozen fragmentation grenades around his belt,
Armor: metal breastplate, face mask with goggles and facial wrappings, complete with metal cap
Other Important Details: Sole survivor of Vale mining village that was wiped out due to a nighttime Grimm attack by the Nuckelavee. Strength semblance is boosted by special drug cocktail that sends Rouille into a berserker rage. He is very solemn outside of combat, with a strong belief in honor, though he does contain a wit that borders sarcasm in battle.
Name: Strelok
Gender: Female
Weapons: 13mm Mauser 1918-T named Cambrai, M1917 trench knife named Champagne-Marne, Pieper revolving carbine named Siete
Armor: Brown hood, mouth respirator and separately attached googles
Other Important Details: Silent, her true name and motivations are currently unknown to the Order. She is rumored to have been a big-game hunter of Grimm who specialized in the harshest and most inhospitable areas throughout Remnant. Semblance unknown.
Name: Fonzo Verde
Gender: Male
Weapons: VIllar-Perosa named Isonzo 12th, frag grenades, solid iron trench mace named Caporetto
Armor: Metal armor plate covering head to waist
Other Important Details: Gorilla Faunus, former high-ranking officer in the Atlas Army before Human officers in the top brass accused the two brothers of trumped-up charges of treason, along with a number of Faunus soldiers and pro-Faunus right men and women that were in their unit. All were freed three years ago by Jake, and thus serve in the Order. He and his brother share a strong sense of justice and resentment of Atlas, and James Ironwood. Fonzo has a wiry build and a light coat of coarse black hair over body. Semblance reduces fatigue for a few hours.
Name: Gonzo Verde
Gender: Male
Weapons: MG '08/15 named Passchendaele, pick-axe named Monte Grappa
Armor: Same as his brother
Other Important Details: Same as his brother, but much bulkier. Also has the same semblance.
As always, thank you for taking the time to read another chapter of my story! Again, sorry for the relative shortness, but to be honest this was more of a semi-filler for the next chapter. Anyways, please feel free to leave a review, comment, or thoughts on or about the story, and have a wonderful evening! Until next time! Next chapter: Bloodshed