Hey, all of you beautiful bastards, so I was rereading Remnant under Sedge, and I wouldn't say I liked how I wrote it mainly because it didn't meet the end goal I had planned for this story, so enjoy the rewrite.
I hope you enjoy ~ Noir industries
A column of smoke floated into the air as metal fingers clinked together.
"Ugh, tell me again why I have to be here, Bishop," A young man asked, wearing a black turtle-neck sweater with black cargo pants and combat boots. His hair was cut into a buzz cut, his eyes were a light brown, and his skin was pale and a metal arm where his right should be.
"I think I told you already, Jet," Bishop said, a tall man wearing military equipment.
"I know you told me, but I have business to do, men to give orders to, better things to do than escort some aristocrats from Atlas." Jet said as he blew out more smoke after he ashed the cigarette.
"Shush, Jet, they are here." bishop said.
"Hey, last time I checked, I was in charge of everything since I own the H.C.," Jet said with a roll of his eyes.
As they talked, a bullhead from Atlas landed and opened the hatch doors, and a man in a light blue three-piece suit with a red tie walked out.
Another person was walking with him; she was wearing a thigh-length strapless dress with a soft color gradation from white to pale blue at the hem. A small piece of black lace sits in the front of her neckline, and the hem of the dress is scalloped and stitched to resemble snowflakes, with layers of white tulle under the skirt. Over this, she wears a bell-sleeved bolero with the same color gradation as her dress from shoulder to wrist, lined in red and with a ruffled collar. On the back of the bolero is the Schnee Crest. Along with she seemed shorter than Jet, who was 5'8.
"Ah, the fine men of the H.C., how do you do today."
"We are fine today, sir," Bishop said formally.
"Pfft, why are we being so formal? Man, come on, I have stuff to do." Jet said slightly angrily.
"You inconsiderate brat, you should know when you're in the presence of your superiors," Jacques said as he messed with his mustache.
"Hmm, Bishop, who's in charge?" Jet Asked as he lit another cigarette and blew out a puff of smoke.
"Yes, Mr. bishop, do tell."
"Fortunately, Jet is the owner of the Holiday contractors," Bishop said as he glared at Jet, who chuckled.
"Well, then, let's get going, shall we," Jacques said as he ushered the small girl with a small scar on her face to follow him.
As she walked past, Jet winked; the girl turned her nose up in disgust. As he walked up to the armored SUV, Jet pulled out his scroll and typed in a few commands. Jet then blew out a puff of smoke as an older model of a Harley Davidson pulled up, and it had a candy red paint job.
"Jet, are you heading back to the office?" Bishop asked.
"No, I am heading back to the manor to check on Lilly, then grabbing dinner for us; you want anything?" Jet asked as he looked at bishop.
"Yeah, can you grab me some barbecue beef and rice," Bishop asked as he pulled out his wallet.
"Nah, don't worry about it, uncle. I got you this time; you get the beers later, and I'll call it even." Jet smiled and then noticed that the two VIPs looked bored out of their minds.
"Weiss, why don't you go with the young man? I need time to discuss with Mr. bishop if that's ok with you?" Jacques asked, looking Jet in the eye from a safe distance away.
"Sure, the more, the merrier." Jet said with a half smile.
Weiss walked cautiously toward the strange boy who insulted her father. When she reached him, he handed her a helmet that seemed only to protect the top of her head, but she noticed that Jet didn't wear one.
"Wouldn't want a princess to be hurt now, would we." Jet said with a chuckle.
"I am an heiress, not a princess." Weiss said with a very practiced calculated facial expression.
"Whatever you say, just make sure to hold tight." Jet said as he ashed his cigarette and mounted the Harley, with him having to help Weiss onto first, then drove off.
"Why did you send off your daughter Jacques?" Bishop asked, holding the door open for Jacques.
"One simple reason she is not ready to learn what is needed to run the SDC and ensure it is safe," Jacques said as he got in the SUV with bishop
"Ahh, you don't want her to know that you are hiring us to kill for you," Bishop said with a knowing look.
"You are right, can you tell me when did Jet take over the company? I was under the impression that his father was in charge."
"Jet was given the company in his father's will." That was all bishop said to Jacques as the vehicle started to drive.
"I...I am sorry old friend." Jacques said.
"Well, princess, here we are." Jet said as he helped Weiss off the Harley.
"Did you have to drive like a maniac the whole way here? You dolt," Weiss retorted.
"For that priceless reaction, yes." Jet said with a half smile.
Weiss huffed and looked away from Jet and saw the manor. The first thing she noticed was it was surrounded by a tall stone wall that led to an iron bar gate that had two heavily armed men standing in front of it.
"Come on, I am already late." Jet said as he rushed off to the men.
"Sir." Both men said in unison as Weiss and Jet walked past them.
Entering into the courtyard, Weiss was hit with a beautiful sight. The square had paved pathways; along the paths were shrubs trimmed to look like people in various postures. In the shrubs were beautiful flowers; in the center of the courtyard was a statue of a man with his hand out to the sky.
The manor itself was similar to the Schnee manor, just slightly smaller and more colorful, and it seemed like it felt more like a home.
"Wow." That was all Weiss could say.
"Yeah, Lilly chose the bushes, and Dad had the statue commissioned." Jet said as he approached it and placed his metal hand on it.
"He must be very proud." Weiss said as she looked around.
"He was." Jet said as he continued to walk with Weiss behind him
"How did he die?" Weiss asked with concern.
"Like a hero, my mother left after Lilly was born." Jet said as he entered the Manor.
The manor was warm, the walls covered with paintings of Jet's family; while others were paintings of battles of a bygone age.
Finally, they reached Lilly's room; Weiss Knew it was her room because of how colorful the door was compared to the others. The inside was just as bright as her door. It was a mash-up of pinks and purples; Lilly was at a pink desk reading something.
"Hey pumpkin, I am home." Jet said as he walked in, but she didn't respond.
"Great, she is listening to music." Jet said to himself; he walked to a corner of the room and grabbed something soft, and tossed it at the young girl, who took out her earbuds and turned to smile at Jet.
"Big bro..." She stopped because of a coughing fit which caused Jet to rush over to her.
"Hey pumpkin, you ok." Jet said as he rubbed her back.
"Yeah, I'm good big brother. I thought you had work today." Lilly said, her voice small and frail.
As Weiss looked at the two siblings, she noticed that Jet was born in excellent fiscal health, solid and healthy, while his sister was most likely born small and frail, but otherwise, they both looked beautiful, almost like models.
"Did you take your meds today?" Jet asked as he handed the small girl her cane.
"Yes, big bro, jeez, don't worry so much," Lilly said as she propped herself on Jet's arm and grabbed her cane, and straightened herself out, finally seeing Weiss
"Who is that." Her voice, once small and frail, took a hard edge to them enough to cause Weiss to recoil slightly.
"This is Weiss Schnee, heiress to the SDC, and it's my job to worry." Jet said as he began to lead Weiss and Lilly to his bike.
"But why is she here?"
"Her dad sent her with me so he could talk to Bishop."
"Will uncle be eating with us?"
"Most likely." Jet said with a shrug.
"You don't sound too sure, brother," Lilly said as she looked up at her older brother; all the while, Weiss was looking at the two, irritated that she was being ignored.
"Meh, if he doesn't, his food will be cold, and that's that."
As they talked, a noise filled the air. Jet looked at Weiss.
"You ok?" Jet asked, looking at the girl whose face was very red from embarrassment.
"I seem to be a bit peckish. Would you mind if I joined you for a meal?" Weiss asked with a small amount of embarrassment
"What do you say, Lilly?" Jet asked Lilly, who seemed deep in thought.
"Mhmm, why not? It could be fun; we could talk about princesses, and she can do my hair." Lilly said as she twirled her neck-length curly hair.
"Thank you," Weiss said with curtsy, causing the small girl to laugh and give one back, albeit jokingly.
Walking out of the manor and to Jet's bike, Weiss saw insufficient room for all three.
"Umm, Jet, since there is not much room, I could stay behind," Weiss said formally.
"Huh, what do you mean?" Jet said with a shit-eating grin as he pushed a button on the handlebars.
The bike started to Mecha-Shift, and a sidecar was produced out the right side of the bike.
"You have a Mecha-Shift motorcycle?" Weiss asked, perplexed at what she just saw.
"Yep, my company developed it." Jet said as he and Lilly got on the bike.
"Come on, I don't want to be late." Jet said with a smile.
Weiss tentatively got in the sidecar; once Jet started up the motorcycle and started to drive, Weiss was able to see Mistral for what was at least the high town; from the stories she read, she could say that the city was built into the mountains that surrounded the town even Jet's manor which seemed to be above it all.
Stopping at the first spot was nice since Weiss didn't have to feel the bumpy road any longer.
"So what are we getting here?" Weiss asked.
"Dinner here, then we head to another place for dessert." Jet said as he tapped his chin.
After getting what they wanted and what bishop wanted, along with two extra meals, they were off again; this time, Weiss noticed that the roads were much smoother, along with troops marching along the streets.
"Where are we going?" Weiss yelled
" Somewhere in the industrial district, there is a mom-and-pop shop we always go to." Jet yelled and checked Lilly.
Getting dessert seemed a lot harder because the owners were faunus and didn't take kindly to a Schnee in their store. They only got the dessert because Jet said he could look the other way if someone attacked their store.
Now outside and preparing to leave, which meant putting everything in the sidecar with Weiss. She looked at Jet with a perplexed look on her face.
"Jet, I need to use the restroom. Can Weiss take me?" Lilly asked.
"Uh, sure, ask Weiss if she is willing." Jet said as he seemed to mess with his saddlebags.
"Weiss, can you help me to the restroom?" Lilly asked with a sweet smile that seemed to melt Weiss's heart.
"Sure, I need to freshen up anyway," Weiss said with a genuine smile.
"Women are weird." Jet said as they walked off.
As Jet was waiting for Weiss and his sister to return, he looked at his metal right arm; the thumb opened up and lit a flame; pulling out a cigarette and lighting it, he blew out a column of smoke.
"Ah, my one and only friend." Jet said as he puffed out some more smoke sighing comfortably.
As Jet relaxed, his scroll went off with a ding, letting him know he had work to do.
"Damn." Jet said as he fished out his scroll out of his pocket; as he read the message, he had a grim expression; calling the person, it rang three times until the person answered.
"Jet to what do I owe the pleasure." a visage of an old man with silver-white hair and thin eyes, a green scarf, and a grey three-piece suit with a dark green button vest.
"Well, sir, I wanted to talk to you in person about this, but yes, I will be attending the following year with my team, and your other question, I cannot give away classified information to people not directly connected with the H.C., sir," Jet said stoically.
"Thank you for confirming your attendance for the next year, and the information I seek is to see your company's track record since we are hosting the vital festival, and I was hoping to hire your company, and since I have your scroll information to some small degree, I was also hoping you could give the city of Vale a small discount," Ozpin said as he crossed his hands and looked into the camera.
"Ugh, now is not a good time, sir. We should discuss this in your office when I go back to Beacon. It seems like that would be better since discussing business like this over a scroll chat out in the open would be ill-advised, and on the discount, add a smoking zone in the school. We could start talking about that. Good day, sir." Jet said as he hung up the call taking one last drag of his cigarette.
"I swear, since joining that school, he has hounded me about information on my company." Jet said as he dragged his flesh hand down his face.
"Yo boss man finally found you." A tall, slim, tanned man said he wore a black short sleeve shirt with kaki cargo pants and black combat boots. His hair buzzed, his eyes a dark brown.
Two other people followed him. One was a hulking beast of a man who had two bear ears on top of his head. He was six foot one, and he looked like he had eaten pre-workout for breakfast. He was wearing a burgundy singlet and a pair of grey athletic shorts
The other person standing next to the hulking man was a woman who was five foot eight. She wore a sports bra and elastic short shorts; her right leg was replaced with a metal one; her eyes were hazel in color her hair was in a bun and colored red.
"Hello, tech, and I see you brought the peanut gallery." Jet said as he took another drag of his cigarette.
"Well, I must look at your arm to ensure it works properly," Tech said placing a hand on his hip.
"That's right, boss." the big man said with a thumbs up.
"Echo, don't you have a gym to hit?" Jet asked as he spied as his sister and Weiss approached the door.
" I already did, boss." Echo cheered as he flexed his right arm.
"Jeez, boss, what's got you all flustered?" The short girl asked crossing her arms and popping her hip.
"Kinda showing a VIP around the city crosshair." Jet said as he pointed to the shop as the two girls walked out of the building.
"Wow, they got you to do babysitting duties," Crosshair said as she uncrossed her arms.
"Sorry, we took so long, big bro. The lovely lady at the counter said my hair was nice, and we talked briefly." Lily said with a smile.
"Hey, boss, why don't we head back with you? I still need to look at your arm, and I have some information for you that you might find interesting." Tech said.
"I don't have enough room for all of you, so let's walk back." Jet said as he grabbed the food and handed it to Crosshair.
"Aww, do we have to walk back?" Lily asked as she looked at her brother.
"I agree. We should not have to walk when we have a vehicle." weiss
"No." Jet said as he sent the motorcycle on its way.
"Echo, carry Lily." Jet said. " squad formation one." Jet said as he took point. Echo took the rear crosshair, and tech was at the flanks.
"Don't worry, princess; it's a thirty-minute walk if we hurry." Jet said with a smile.
As they walked, they saw kids playing and everyone smiling as they sat in a cafe, and the populous was generally in a good mood.
After getting to the manor, Weiss practically threw herself at the first couch she saw. Sitting had never felt so good, and she will surely never take it for granted as she took off her high heels.
Weiss soon felt someone sit down next to her.
"You know, if you said something, Jet would have called a vehicle for us, right?" crosshair asked, looking at the poor girl.
"Does he do this all the time?" Weiss asked.
"He runs a lot and has the endurance to match." Crosshair said.
"He's far too rude to a VIP," Weiss said, laying her head back.
"It's part of his charm. He works hard to make this city safe during our walk. Did you happen to see anyone begging on the street, and did you see any gang activity? We walked through the middle town; gangs would make the place a warzone before the H.C. Came in and cleaned it up; it's actually how I lost my leg, heh, druggie had a pipe bomb before I knew it, boom leg is gone and waking up in the hospital." crosshair said with a hand on her metal limb.
"I'm sorry to hear that," Weiss said as she looked at the girl.
"Hmm, oh, sorry, I wasn't thinking, but I said that because your company plans to hire us. Jet most likely wanted you to see our handy work for yourself instead of hearing about it from someone else." Crosshair said as she relaxed.
As Weiss thought about her words, Jet walked in with Tech and Echo discussing something.
"So we have the tribe's number. Did you tell bishop?" Jet asked as he sat down on a couch with Tech sitting next to him.
"Yep, he sent out half a battalion and bombers. We should hear back soon." Tech said as he worked on Jet's arm. "Well, I can't get a good look shirt off boss." Tech said.
"Ok," Jet said as he took off his shirt; his body was lean with six-pack abs and significant muscle definition, but on his right arm was a ghastly scar where his prostatic met his flesh.
Tech began to work as Jet sat there looking through his scroll; Weiss, for her part, began trying to get a closer look.
"White fang." That was all Jet said.
"I didn't mean to pry," Weiss said apologetically.
"It's only a scar; each member of the H.C. has one. Crosshair lost her leg; Tech lost his family, and Echo is an idiot." Jet said with a smile.
"Don't listen to Jet. He's just jealous that he's not as big as me." Echo said with a smile.
"I would have to trade half my brain to be as big as you." Jet joked.
"Well, boss, your arm is ok. The inner circuits are ok, and the exterior is a little dinged up, but nothing serious." Tech said as he put away his tools.
"Alright, make yourselves at home while I change, then we can eat." Jet said as he walked out of the room.
"Tv, anyone?" Echo asked, and everyone nodded.
Jet entered his room, looking around; he started to get changed and was ready for dinner with a pair of jeans and sneakers, and a simple t-shirt. His room was barren, only holding a bed and a dresser to hold his clothes. It was very minimalistic.
When he entered the living room, everyone was relaxing and watching some cartoons on TV.
"Cartoons?" Jet asked.
"Anime, bro. You should get some culture." Tech said.
"If I wanted culture, then I would be in a different job," Jet said snarkily as he tapped a few commands into his scroll.
"Hey, who says a PMC doesn't have a culture." Tech shot back.
"I do." Jet said as he sat down after a group of butlers came in with several food platters sitting in front of everyone.
"Dinner is served. I hope Ms. Schnee will be pleased this evening." The head butler bowed.
"She will be; take the day, Mortimer." Jet said as he began to eat.
" Why are we eating in the living room when the dining room is over there?" Weiss asked.
"I don't follow the norm of what people want. I do what I want." Jet said as he took a hefty bite of his food.
Bishop and Jaques sat in the command room.
"I have to say, old friend Jet's think tank is quite impressive." The elder Shncee said with a bow of his head.
"Jet assembled the best and brightest here. Each is a moving cog in its proper place, a machine devoted to a task in front of it, and the center is Jet, the machine's brain." Bishop said with pride.
"Well, since everything is handled, why don't we get to business," Jacques said.
"If you wish," Bishop said as he turned to face the elder Schnee.
"I want to arrange a marriage between Weiss and Jet image the power of the H.C. when it has the full backing of the SDC." Jacques said as he sipped the whiskey in front of him.
"What's in it for you; What is your plan?" Bishop inquired.
"I am an old man, and Weiss is my heir. I want her take over to be seamless and absolute; if she is married to Jet, she will have the full backing of the H.C. It will be so, and the H.C. Will have all of the dust it needs to fuel its wars and its dominance over the White fang."
"I don't have the authority to decide this; Jacques Jet is eight-teen now."
"Correction, he will be eight-teen tomorrow. You still have the power of the Gardien. You still have the ability."
"Will the H.C. still have its autonomy?" Bishop asked.
"Yes, Jet can do whatever he wants with the company so long as Weiss is taken care of."
"Fine, you have yourself a deal, but if you double-cross us, you'll be sorry."
"I wouldn't dream of it; I never mix business and politics, old friend. Now, let's watch your men. I still want to buy a squad to protect my shipment."
"Agreed. When this is done, the last obstacle in the way of the Confederation of Villages joining Mistral will be delt with, and all we will have to worry about is the Grim and White fang."
"Jet should be here. I'll call him so he can see his victory today." Bishop said as he began to dial Jet.
Lily was asleep, and Jet and Weiss were alone, relaxing in the night air. The rest of Jet's squad left after dessert.
"Well, Heiress, how was the day?" Jet asked.
"It was fine. I still don't like how you drive." Weiss said, which caused Jet to chuckle.
"I have a personal question, Jet. If you don't mind?"
"Shoot." Jet said
"How did you lose your arm?" Weiss asked sincerely.
"I... I don't feel like that story should be shared with someone I met today." Jet said as he looked away from Weiss.
"I understand and won't push the subject." Weiss said, but her thoughts on the matter were a different story.
' I'll have the SDC look into him; if father wants to work with them, they must be worth something.' Weiss thought to herself but was pulled from her thoughts when Jet's scroll went off.
"Jet speaking, what's up, Bishop?" Jet asked the projection of his uncle.
"Jet, make your way to the H.C. I want you to be here on the day of your big victory." Bishop said before hanging up.
"Alright, princes, let's get going Bishop wants us at the H.C. I'll get SUV ready." Jet said as he got up and walked back inside of the manor.
'Well a look inside of the building would help me I could ask his people about him.' weiss thought as she walked in after him.