Plastered Paradox

Chapter 24


"Oh, great, it's you morons again," Winter lamented as they all stepped into her office. "Along with some others I don't quite recognize. Who are you people?"

Rhodes grunted. "Name's Rhodes. This is Pietro Polendina, and his giant murder robot."

Winter blinked as she stared at Penny 1.0. "Really, the most impressive thing is that you managed to get it in my office in the first place. It's big enough that I wouldn't think it'd be capable of fitting through the front door."

"Who said it was?" Jaune asked. "By the way, the front door probably needs a new coat of paint. I don't know what happened."

Winter sighed tiredly, then brought a hand up to rub at the bridge of her nose. "This is already an unmitigated disaster. And I'm expected to believe that you all are capable of saving Atlas?"

"Not just Atlas, we're gonna save the entire world."

"We're doomed…" Winter shook her head.

"Aw, lighten up, Winter," Qrow offered. "Sure, we may not be what you expected, but we're what you needed, damn it. No need to go lock yourself in your mother's wine cellar just yet."

Winter glared at him, then crossed her arms. "It is fully within my power to have you all thrown into a military prison for the rest of your natural lives. Just remember that the next time you feel like making a quip about my mother."

"Okay, then I won't make a comment about how your mom is currently being tongue-punched by Sienna Khan and going all ahegao," Jaune said. Winter towards him, and he rolled his eyes. "I said I wouldn't make a comment about that. You have nothing to get mad about."

"Was there something you all wanted?" Winter asked.

"Yeah, we need to get Pietro access to Atlas' mainframe," Jaune explained. "One of Salem's minions is currently hacking into it and using it to just absolutely fuck up everything. So if you can go ahead and just confirm that the password is, in fact, 'Password', we'll be on our way."

"It's not that easy," Winter said.

"Of course it's not…" Raven said with a sigh. "Okay, what needs to be done?"

"It's not so much that something needs to be done as much as it is that the access you're looking for can only be done from one location," Winter explained. "And that's Fort Arrowfell."

"Oh, Gods damn it…" Jaune groaned.

"What?" Cinder asked. "You know the place?"

"Yeah, I know it."

Winter blinked. "...Might I ask how? Fort Arrowfell is supposed to be top-secret."

"Believe me, you're better off not knowing," Jaune said. "So, that's where we need to go?"

Winter nodded. "Yes. If Salem is indeed in the mainframe, her minion will almost certainly have found some way to kick us out. The only way to override his access is with a direct connection to the mainframe. Head to Fort Arrowfell and hook up there – that should be enough to get you going."

"Alright, fine," Jaune said. He let out a sigh. "This is gonna suck…"

"What makes you say that?" Rhodes asked.

"Because Fort Arrowfell is in the middle of nowhere. You think we're far north now? Buddy, you haven't seen anything yet. Fuck me, it's so cold, my balls are already retracted up inside my stomach; by the time we're at the fort, I'll be coughing them up."

"I did not need that mental image in my head today," Cinder deadpanned.

"Too bad, because you've got it now," Jaune told her. "Now comes the part where we split up, by the way."

"This'll be good," Qrow said.

"You know it will. Alright, so here's how it's gonna go – Cinder, Raven, me, and Pietro will head to the fort. Qrow, you and Rhodes will go hunt down Irondick."

"Why do you get four people?" Qrow complained. "Need I remind you that we're going up against a gunship?"

"You can borrow Penny 1.0," Pietro offered. "Penny 1.0, you be a good girl for these two, you hear?"

"Statement: I shall be the goodest girl to have ever gooded, father," Penny 1.0 said in that same robotic monotone she always spoke in.

Qrow shuddered. "Alright, yeah, that's creepy. Deadly, I'm sure, but creepy. And I fight monsters for a living."

"Well, there you go," Raven said. "You now have three people on your side." She paused. "...Well, two people and a robot, I guess."

"Technically, I'm pretty sure Rhodes only counts for, like, half a person, given the way he fights," Jaune said. Rhodes glared at him. "Dude, come on. I bodied you last time."

"One of these days, I'm going to get my revenge on you," Rhodes threatened.

"It'll be the day I'm already dead, but sure, go off." Jaune looked back to Winter. "Alright, so we're going to go ahead and make for Fort Arrowfell. I don't suppose you have an airship we can borrow?"

"That depends entirely on if you were the ones who buzzed the tower," Winter said.

"If I say no, will you actually believe me?"

"No."

"Oh, come on. The fate of the world is resting on my shoulders. Heavy is the head that wears the crown, Winter."

"Your crown is more like a dunce cap," Cinder pointed out.

"You're not helping, child," Jaune said without looking back. "Look, I promise I won't do anything stupid with whatever airship you're willing to loan us. So, please?"

"Can you promise to bring it back in one piece?" Winter asked.

"Uh, I'm fighting an insane ex-General who's armed to the teeth and a crazy Grimm lady with minions that are actually competent," Jaune told her. "So I will make absolutely no promises, other than to say that I'll try super-duper hard not to completely total the airship. If it makes you feel better, we can always bring back whatever scraps of it are left and Pietro can make a robot wife out of it or something."

Pietro perked up at that. "Truly? Because Penny 1.0 could use a mother figure-"

"No, not truly, you sicko," Jaune said. "Go find scrap for your fuck-robot somewhere else, preferably somewhere far away from the rest of us. After all, there are impressionable children here."

"I'm surprised you care," Cinder said.

"I meant Qrow."

"Wuzzat?" Qrow asked, turning towards them. He was picking his nose. Cinder stared at him in disgust for a moment, then looked back to Jaune.

"Point taken," she said.

"Alright, so, are we ready to go?" Jaune asked. "Seriously, I mean it – that's a genuine question. I don't want us to split up only for one of you to realize there's something you needed and call me when I'm halfway to the damn fort."

"You talk like this is a thing that's happened before," Raven surmised.

"Blame your daughter, that's all I'll say."

"Which one? I technically have at least three of those now."

"Do you?" Cinder asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm more of a mother to you than your legal stepmother."

She shrugged. "I won't argue with that."

"It was Yang, by the way," Jaune said.

"I'm not surprised," Raven told him, crossing her arms.

"Why? Does she get it from you?"

That earned him a glare, but it was worth it.

"Actually, yeah, I have a question before we go," Qrow began.

"Alright, shoot."

"What am I like in the future?"

Jaune stared at him in disbelief. "...You're seriously asking this now?"

"I mean, not like I'll have a better time to ask it."

"Now I have a question," Rhodes said.

"Oh, you're dead," Jaune said casually.

Rhodes faltered. "...What?"

"Yeah, you're dead in the future."

"No, no, that's not what I'm asking. I was going to ask why we're talking about the future." Rhodes paused. "...And what do you mean when you say I'm dead?"

"I mean you're dead," Jaune answered. "You know, gone? Kaput? Worm food? Pushing up daisies? Murdered by a homicidal teenager?"

"What was that last one?" Cinder asked.

"Pushing up daisies?" Jaune hurriedly amended.

"...I don't really die in the future, do I?" Rhodes asked.

Winter rolled her eyes. "This is ridiculous. Don't tell me you actually believe him?"

"Sorry, man," Jaune told Rhodes. "Should've trained more." He turned to Qrow. "Anyway, I'll just do everyone while we're here."

"Heh," Pietro said.

"Not like that. Qrow, you're basically the same, only drunker and even more depressed. Raven, you're even more of an absent mother figure. Still hot, though."

"As expected," Raven said.

Jaune ignored her. "Cinder, you're… different. Very different."

"How non-committal," she said.

"Yeah, well, that's the best you get. Anyway, Rhodes is dead. Pietro is a paraplegic. Penny 1.0 has been upgraded to, like, Penny X, or some shit, and then she dies. But it's fine, because she gets resurrected… until she dies again."

Pietro blinked. "...How does she die, exactly?"

"Oh, hey, look at the time," Jaune said. "Winter… is actually legal in the future, so I can say very firmly that her adult self is really hot."

"Need I bring up the lifelong prison term again?" Winter asked.

"No, no, I get the message."

"Good. Now get out of my office."


"Did you really mean it when you said I'm still hot?" Raven asked as the four of them climbed into the Bullhead.

"Of course I meant it," Jaune said. "You're a thirty-year-old bandit wearing a miniskirt, you better be able to absolutely rock that shit because otherwise you're going to look ridiculous."

"Is this what we've been reduced to?" Cinder asked as Jaune settled into the pilot's seat.

"What do you mean?"

"This is… vaguely normal. As in, it feels like the three of us are almost a family or something. It's quite unfitting for us."

"I'll have you know that I'm perfectly capable of being a hard-working family man," Jaune told her as he powered up the airship. "I just don't want to be one yet, because it's much more fun being a degenerate miscreant."

"So what the hell are you two, anyway?" Cinder asked. "For real. I can cut the sexual tension between you both with a knife."

"Are you saying you want Raven and I to fuck again?" Jaune asked.

"No, that's not what I'm saying."

"But you're not opposed to it?" Raven asked.

Cinder bit her lip. "...There is no good way to answer that question."

"Maybe she'd prefer it if the two of us did dinner and a movie first," Jaune added as the Bullhead took flight. "You know, that boring stuff regular couples do."

"Fuck that," Raven declared. "I'd gladly take Grimm hunting over foreplay."

"Would you really?"

She hesitated. "...Well, it depends on the kind of foreplay. If I recall, that thing you did with your tongue was pretty-"

"Ew, ew!" Cinder said. "Jaune, open the cargo bay doors! I'm jumping out!"

"Don't be so dramatic," Jaune told her, rolling his eyes.

"Um, excuse me?" Pietro said. "Might I ask a brief question?"

"That depends. Does it involve math?"

"No."

"Then ask away."

"Why are we only flying about fifty feet off the ground? That seems counter-intuitive."

"Because if I go any higher then I'll be tempted to do a flyby on something," Jaune said.

"Do you have no impulse control in general?" Cinder asked. "Seriously. You're like a small child on a permanent sugar high."

"Impulse control is for weenies," Jaune declared. "Not giving into your basic instincts to cause mayhem is a defining characteristic of the kind of people who stack no paper and get no bitches."

"Isn't that you, though?" Raven asked.

"I bagged you, didn't I?" Jaune countered.

"Yeah, once. Does that really count?"

"What if I offered to do that thing with my tongue again? Would that be enough to get me Round 2?"

"...Keep talking."

"Gods, stop!" Cinder said. "Eugh… you're both so disgusting! I can't believe you two!"

"Believe it," Jaune declared.

Raven blinked. "...Did you seriously just make that reference?"

"Yes, I did. Consider it me channeling the memory of Rachel, may she rest in piss."

"Who's Rachel?" Pietro asked.

"A dumb weaboo cringelord whose sole defining characteristic was getting penetrated by Raven."

"Sounds familiar," Cinder quipped.

"Now who's being gross?" Jaune asked. "And for the record, that's not what happened. I'm not into pegging, you see."

"You're not?" Raven asked.

"Do I look like Rhodes to you?"

"Is that a rhetorical question?"

"Oh look, we're here," Cinder announced. "Now you can all stop talking about whatever gross thing it is you're talking about."

"Don't worry, Cinder, there'll be time to further develop your mental and emotional scars in the future," Jaune offered. "Anyway, I'm taking her in, now. And it's gonna be a smooth landing, I promise."


"Jaune, you're a fucking liar to your core…" Raven grumbled as they stepped out of the cargo bay of the Bullhead, which was half-buried in a snow-covered embankment.

"Thanks, I try," Jaune said. "I call it pulling an Ozpin. It's kind of like pulling a Raven, except instead of losing, I'm just being a lying piece of shit."

"I hate to be the bearer of bad news, little girl, but I think your parents are about to get a divorce," Pietro said to Cinder.

"I'm not a little girl," Cinder protested. "And they're not really my parents. I mean, okay, they're the closest thing I have, but... I don't even know what they are to each other at this point, to be honest. It's very confusing. All I know for sure is that there's enough sexual tension between the two of them that it's almost capable of taking its own physical form."

"I believe the term for sexual tension taking its own physical form is 'having a baby'," Jaune said. Everyone gave him a weird look, and he rolled his eyes. "Oh, like any of you could think of a better quip than that."

"Whatever," Raven said. She stared off in the distance, focusing on a structure that was barely visible through the snowstorm around them. "This the place?"

"Seems like it," Jaune answered. "I mean, the coordinates Winter uploaded on the Bullhead were clear enough. All I had to do was follow them."

"So, what's the deal with this place, exactly?" Cinder asked.

"Oh, you know, this is just your average, everyday, top-secret, borderline-illegal weapons research facility," Jaune casually told her. "You know the kind – it's the type they're not supposed to have, because even operating it is akin to opening Pandora's Box, in terms of the tech they're experimenting with?"

"Sounds like every cliché military thriller I've ever read," Raven said.

Jaune looked to her in surprise. "Raven, I didn't know you could read."

"Oh, fuck off," she said, rolling her eyes. "Just because my literacy skills were below the rest of my peers at Beacon doesn't mean I'm completely incapable of reading."

"That's some new information I didn't expect to hear today," Cinder remarked. "What kind of literacy level are we talking, here?"

"I've been told that I read at the same level as your average teenager," Raven answered. "But it's not even my fault – I've got that mental disorder where the letters get all jumbled up when you look at them."

"You're dyslexic?" Jaune asked, surprised. "Wow, tons of revelations coming out today…"

"Yes, that's the term the doctors used," Raven said with a nod. "I told them that if they officially diagnosed me with anything, then I'd hunt them down and force-feed them their own fingers. So, officially, at least, it's not on my record, for whatever that's worth."

"How'd you even realize you were dyslexic, anyway?" Cinder questioned. "Because you don't seem like the type to go around asking for help with figuring out why you can't read properly."

"Honestly, I didn't even realize anything was wrong until my second year at Beacon," Raven confessed. "That was when we had to do our mandatory community outreach. Naturally, Summer picked the most annoying thing possible for us to do, and volunteered us to work at the mall during Nondescript Winter Holiday."

"That sounds hilarious," Jaune remarked. "Who was Santa?"

"Qrow."

"I was right, it is hilarious."

"But wait, if Qrow was Santa, then what did the rest of you do?" Cinder asked. She paused. "...Were you one of the elves?"

"No, that was Tai," Raven specified. "Summer was Missus Claus. I was one of her helpers – my job was to help the kids write the letters to Santa."

"This is getting funnier with every word," Jaune said. "I'm guessing that you found out you were dyslexic at some point while writing the letters?"

"Let's just say that it finally clicked in my head that something was wrong when the seventh angry parent came up to me and demanded to know who was having their kids write letters to Satan."

"You people are deranged," Pietro declared.

"Says the guy trying to make a whole-ass robot family for himself," Jaune countered. "At least I'm not out here fisting android girls. Hell, maybe that's why you're paraplegic in the future – lost a few limbs trying to get up in there real nice and deep."

"Are we there yet?" Cinder complained. "Because, as funny as Raven's story was, I don't think I can take much more of this pointless back-and-forth. Seriously, I'm at my limit."

"Just about," Jaune confirmed. He squinted as they got closer to the fort. "...Is it just me, or are the front gates to this place wide open?"

"Well, that's just great," Raven declared. "Guess we know who's here already."

"Wait, this doesn't make any sense," Jaune said. "There's supposed to be a team of Specialists guarding this place. Moreover, I thought there were four keys that you needed in order to get in."

"Jaune, this whole excursion stopped making sense around the time we ran into a cringe weaboo redneck with Maiden powers," Cinder pointed out. "If you expect it to start making sense any time soon, you probably need to get your head examined."

"It's Jaune, he already needed to get his head examined," Raven said.

Jaune shook his head. "Whatever. Cinder, guard Pietro, would you? Raven and I are going to check the place out and see which member of Salem's little goon platoon decided to grace us with their presence today."

"Normally, I'd be incensed that you're giving me the bullshit job again, but given that this is Salem's minions we're talking about, I feel inclined to be thankful for it for once," Cinder commented. She turned to Pietro. "How good are you in a fight?"

"Why do you think I built Penny 1.0?" he asked.

"I rescind my earlier comment. This already sucks."

Jaune and Raven split off from Cinder and Pietro, heading for the fort. As they drew closer, Jaune was able to see several Atlesian Knights milling about through the flurry of snow around them.

"Ah, I see," he said with a nod. "This must be where Watts has posted up."

"You know him?" Cinder asked.

"Yeah, guy's a real know-it-all douche canoe. He's also Salem's tech guy, presumably because she's too much of a boomer to understand anything past the telegram. Don't take that to mean he's a slouch in a fight, though – I'd say he's probably a bit better than Rhodes."

"That doesn't sound too bad."

"He's probably not alone," Jaune warned. "My guess is that either Hazel or Tyrian is here with him, plus the robots."

"What makes you think those are evil robots?"

Right at that moment, the robots turned towards them and began firing their rifles. Jaune rolled his eyes. "Do you ever get tired of tempting fate?"

"Oh, lighten up, it's just Atlas' toy soldiers," Raven said. With a flick of her wrist, she sent several large bolts of lightning downrange, which made impact with each of the robots and reduced them to little more than smoking piles of scrap metal. "See? That wasn't so bad."

"Impressive."

"That's not all I can do. I'm getting kinda tired of this blizzard, for example."

Raven snapped her fingers, and the blizzard suddenly turned from a howling windstorm to little more than a light flurry. Jaune's eye twitched as he stared at it.

"You mean you could have done that five minutes ago?" he asked.

"Yup."

"So why did you wait? I just froze my 'nads off for nothing."

"Perhaps I just like to see you suffer."

"You are an evil woman."

"So?"

"Lucky for you, I kinda have a thing for evil women."

"Are you hitting on me?"

"I don't know. Is it working?"

Raven opened her mouth to respond, only to stop herself when she saw off in the distance. "Hang on, what is that?"

"What's what?" Jaune asked.

"That thing coming out of the fort. It's big, hairy, and… is that some kind of Grimm?"

Jaune's blood ran cold. "...Uh oh."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Raven demanded.

"It means I may have forgotten a certain secret project of Salem's that she's kept under wraps for awhile now," Jaune said. "Oops."

"Is that supposed to-"

That was as far as Raven got before the Grimm-like figure rushed them down, far faster than either of them could anticipate. Its movements were a blur as it ran – Jaune was able to make out that it was a bipedal humanoid of some kind, but past that, he couldn't tell what it was. That was odd, because he'd expected it to just be the Hound, and yet this Grimm, whatever it was, was distinctly more… feminine than the Hound should have been.

In any case, the Grimm made impact with Raven, sending her flying back several dozen meters. Jaune blinked at the sheer force of the blow and drew his sword just in time to counter an incoming slash. He was completely unprepared for the Grimm to suddenly sweep his legs out from underneath him, then move to try and sink its fangs into his neck.

That particular blow never came, however – instead, the Grimm paused, its face a few inches away from Jaune's throat. Then, to his amazement, it began to sniff him, of all things. After a moment, it perked up a bit, then to his surprise, its bone mask began to work, and it talked.

"...Father?" the Grimm asked.


"Come on, Uncle Roman! Please?!"

"Ruby, for the hundredth time, the answer is no," Roman replied, taking a puff from his cigar.

Ruby stomped her foot. "But you got Adam a giant robot!"

"Only because it was a surefire way to stop him from being a royal pain in my behind. And I don't regret it, despite the property damage – I mean, look at them."

Roman motioned to the other side of the room, where Adam and Weiss were sitting together, drinking tea in silence. Ren was there with them as well. They were completely zen, which was nice.

"So no, I will not be getting you your own giant robot," Roman declared. "If you want one so badly, ask to borrow Adam's. I'm sure he won't glare at you or anything."

Ruby pouted. "Well, what can I have, then?"

"What is this, an extortion? Kid, you ought to know the first rule of extorting people by now – it's all about leverage. So unless you've got any over me, and I already know that you don't, then we're done talking about this."

Ruby stuck her tongue out at him, then marched off. Roman sighed tiredly, then ashed his cigar.

"That was a little harsh, don't you think?" Ozpin asked inside his mind.

"Don't judge me, old man," Roman replied. "I'm doing my best, here. I think I've earned a bit of a reprieve to be an asshole every once in awhile."

"Fair enough, I suppose."

"Hey, Roman?"

Roman jumped at the sudden noise, then whipped around to face the speaker. "Gods above, kid, you almost gave me a heart attack. What do you need?"
Blake stood there, shuffling her feet and clutching her book to her chest, her cat ears drooping. She looked nervous for some reason, but then again, Blake always looked nervous.

"U-um… I'm done with this book," she said. "I was wondering if you had anything I could read?"

Roman blinked, surprised. "...Wow, is that an actually reasonable request from one of you for once? I'm surprised – usually, it's all 'Uncle Roman, can you get me some deadly weapons?' or 'Uncle Roman, can I stick a fork in this electrical outlet?' or 'Uncle Roman, can you not smoke around us?'"

Blake perked up. "So you'll get me something?"

"Sure, sure, just let me look around for a moment. I'm sure there's something around here to read."


Unfortunately, as luck would have it, there was not, in fact, anything to read around Junior's club. So that only meant one thing.

"Kids, stick together!" Roman commanded. "Neo, if anyone steps out of line… well, don't hit them, because that'd be bad and also we're in public. But definitely give them a wicked scolding."

Neo saluted him, and they continued on their way down the streets of Vale. Everyone was giving them a very wide berth, probably because Adam was currently in his giant murder robot.

Oh, and Ruby was currently riding on the robot's shoulders, laughing uproariously. But that was neither here nor there.

"So, I have to ask," Emerald said, jogging up to walk next to Roman. "How'd you get roped into this job, anyway? No offense, but you don't seem like you typically babysit."

"Believe me, kid, it's a long story," Roman lamented. "Now, if only we can get to the bookstore without burning it to the ground, I'll consider this a success."

"Mister Roman?" Whitley asked. "I'm hungry…"

"Hi hungry, I'm Roman."

"...N-no, I meant it like I'm actually hungry. As in, I need-"

"I know what you meant, kid," Roman said tiredly. "There'll be food when we get back. Think you can hold on until then?"

Whitley nodded, and Roman let out a sigh before lighting up another cigar. Ruby and Yang had been bad enough, but now he had… shit, he didn't even know how many there were anymore. Honestly, he'd lost count about the time Nora and Ren had showed up, and then Jaune had just kept adding more and more of them to the pile.

It was, for lack of a better term, quite rude of him to do so.

Anyway, they'd just about made it to the bookstore without issue when Roman suddenly turned a corner and ran face-first into the very last person he'd wanted to see right about now.

And no, it wasn't Jaune.

"Hello, Roman," Summer Rose said, a hint of false sweetness entering her tone. She gave him a grin that was downright feral.

"Mom!" Ruby and Yang said, rushing over to hug her legs. Summer bent down and hugged them back. It was very cute.

Or it would've been, if Roman wasn't currently having a panic attack.

"Calm down, Roman," Ozpin said.

"Calm down?!" Roman hissed. "Summer Rose is right here, and you're telling me to calm down?!"

"...Okay, yeah, that was bad advice. Well, erm, try not to die, I guess?"

Roman facepalmed, then let out another sigh. "Alright, alright… maybe she's here for another reason than to check on the kids?"

"So I just wanted to see how all the kids were doing," Summer told him.

"...Never mind, I'm dead." Roman turned to the nearest kid, which happened to be Nora. "Nora, do me a favor."

"Yes?" she asked.

"When Summer inevitably turns me into a red smear on the ground, remember me how I once was… handsome."

"You've got it, dude."

Roman steeled himself, then turned back to Summer. "So what brought this on?"

"Oh, nothing in particular," she said nonchalantly. "I just figured I should check on my babies, since I haven't seen them in awhile. I can't help but notice that you've gained a few more since then."

"Yeah, you could say that." Roman paused. "This is not going to end well for me, is it?"

"No."

"Fuck."

"Swear!" the kids all said as one.


Ayy lmao I missed the one-year anniversary for this story by one day. Ickbard even told me to update last night but I somehow completely forgot. My bad, dudes. But, uh, better late than never, right?

Anyway, sorry to leave you all with two separate cliffhangers like that, especially after like a month of no updates. I promise the next one will come out much faster than this one did. And I'm sorry about the lack of updates here, by the way – I'm working on a number of different projects right now and kinda got sidetracked a bit. That and I just got a little busy IRL.

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