Author's Opening Note: My deepest apologies for posting this a month late. Extra work and a nasty case of COVID caused the delay. But now I'm back on schedule. I'll be posting six or more chapters here before switching back to my full-length multiverse fic. Read and enjoy.
Rockcrusher22: Honestly, I've never gotten into Warhammer 40k. But I'm willing to do some research on it for a future adaptation of one of these badass speeches you mentioned.
Guest Jan 7: I'm not a big fan of Naruto, but that sounds interesting. I'll take it under consideration.
SoundVenom: I definitely will.
Guest Oct 22, 2023: You're very welcome :) In due time, the audience will probably witness Ruby transform into a Super Saiyan. You're probably right about Yang playing Trunks in a future adaptation. In which case, she and Ruby won't be siblings in the DB multiverse but will still share a close relationship.
Guest, Sep 22, 2023: I enjoyed that game, so it's definitely possible.
LoamyCoffee: Glad to know your following this one. Keep reading and enjoy.
Providence G: I fully agree. Given that Dragon Ball is such a long runner, I figured I'd start near the beginning with the battle against Raditz. The next adaptation will probably be the fight against Nappa or Goku/Taiyang vs Raven/Vegeta.
Luckenhaft: You're probably spot on with those estimates. Piccolo did indeed blow-up Earth's moon when his power level was between 1,440 and 3500 according to Dragon Ball wiki, so it's no surprise the RWBY cast is amazed by the destructive power of their DBZ counterparts, even early in the series. And your right, Yang/Trunks has to inherit her blonde hair from someone, lol.
Nepcalibur: I couldn't agree more. I was quite surprised nobody did a major RWBY/DBZ multiverse viewing. And I may very well do a DBZ Abridged adaptation in the future.
RedMist86025949: Indeed, they are. And that's a good idea. It'll introduce the main protagonist and antagonist of the Transformers universe, setting the stage for more adaptations.
kirito21naga: Eventually, yes. I couldn't find any other major characters besides Taiyang for Raven's counterpart to be paired with. Yang/Trunks has to inherit her blonde hair somehow.
ultima-owner: That's a very good point. If Salem had been watching the DBZ chapter, she'd probably think Raven/Vegeta and Nappa to be fools for wanting immortality.
korrd: LMAO. That's a great idea. I've never seen a funnier abridged series and I'm positive the audience will get a real kick out of it.
Inspiration: 300
Disclaimer: The following is a non-profit story for entertainment purposes only. "RWBY" is the property of director and animator Monty Oum (RIP) and production company Rooster Teeth, and "300" is the property of director Zack Snyder, primary production company Legendary Pictures, and distributed by Warner Bros Pictures.
"That last viewing was awesome, but I'm really hoping they bring dad back to life with those Dragon Balls they mentioned," Ruby fretted for Taiyang deceased counterpart.
Yang put a hand on her sister shoulder. "Don't sweat it, sis. I have a good feeling they will," she placated.
"Anyway, what's next Gold-Sith?" Ozpin asked as he ordered a coffee refill.
"It's an action clip. More specifically, the genre is action epic," Gold-Sith replied.
Jaune perked up. "You mean like those medieval or earlier style action movies?"
"That's right. In fact, this takes place in ancient times long before the dark ages."
"All right!" Nora pumped her fist. "I love flicks like that!"
"Me too!" Yang seconded.
A few more nodded in anticipation as the next viewing started.
The clip opened to a vast, grassy field in the late morning. A group of horsemen were galloping down a dirt road towards a snowy mountain range, kicking up dirt as they went. They were all dressed in brightly colored clothing. One of them stood out from the others. He was a middle-aged man with tanned skin and a prominent mustache.
"Arthur Watts?" Ironwood said with distaste.
"Who's Arthur Watts?" Blake asked.
"May I, Winter?" Penny asked permission; Winter nodded. "From what I've been told, Dr. Watts was a key figure in the development of the Atlesian Paladin, among other important projects. Nevertheless, he was an arrogant man disliked by other Atlesian scientists and was later disgraced and died in an accident years ago."
"So, he wasn't very pleasant I take it?" Ren presumed.
"No. In fact, I have a feeling these men are the antagonists of this universe," Ozpin predicted, having heard unsavory things about Watts himself.
The envoy entered a large valley within the snowy mountain range. Nestled in the center was the city of Sparta, the mightiest of the Atlas city states. The Persians entered Sparta, riding quickly and recklessly before stopping near the palace of the Spartan royal family.
"This looks like southern Atlas to me," Weiss identified her home kingdom.
Winter nodded. I believe so. There's more plant life down south in Atlas."
"Indeed, it is, Ms. Schnee. Specifically, the city state of Sparta," Gold-Sith revealed.
"What do you mean city states?" Winter asked.
"Well, Atlas itself isn't a unified kingdom, but instead is divided into multiple states with their own respective kings."
Most of the audience picked up on the similarity between Sparta and the Spartan Ruby-117 from the "Halo" viewing.
"Does this Sparta have any connection to the Spartans from the first multiverse we saw?" Ironwood probed.
"Loosely, yes. And you'll soon learn why. But, nevertheless, both universes are separate."
A pair of Spartan guards awaited the envoy. Watts stared down at them with contempt as he reached into a saddle bag and pulled out a string of skulls wearing crowns. His horse than reared up as he held the skulls high.
"Ugh. He's carrying a bunch of skulls with him," Velvet grimaced.
"And look at what they're wearing," Port pointed at the screen in alarm. "Are those crowns?"
"I believe so, old friend," Oobleck nodded grimly. "No doubt that's a sign these characters have destroyed other kingdoms."
"It looks like you were right about them being the baddies, headmaster," Ruby confirmed Ozpins claim.
Meanwhile, within the palace, a bearded man in his mid-thirties with a chiseled physique and black hair was training his son, a boy around age ten with a crew cut. Spectating the session while leaning against a marble pillar was a woman hidden in shadow, her back to the camera.
"Now, the more you sweat here, the less you'll bleed in battle," the man advised his son as the boy charged him and grabbed him by the leg.
Nearly the entire female audience couldn't help but admire Ironwoods younger; ripped counterpart. Ironwood noticed this and nearly did a spit-take in embarrassment as he sipped his water glass.
"There's you, general," Winter said simply, trying her best not to ogle her commander's counterpart out of respect.
Ironwood recovered and tilted his head slightly. "Who do I play here? And who is that boy?" he asked.
Ironwood hummed softly, interested in seeing himself play a monarch.
"And who is that woman?" Ozpin wondered aloud.
The camera shifted to reveal the woman to be Glynda, Queen of Sparta, smiling warmly at her husband and son sparring. Behind her, a tan haired man with a thick beard approached from the shadows.
Councilman Leonardo bowed slightly. "My queen. A Persian emissary awaits King James," he informed Glynda.
A few people gasped softly in surprise that not only were Ironwood and Glynda monarchs, but husband and wife. The two exchanged silent glances before turning away, blushing madly.
"Ho ho ho, Jimmy you lucky dog," Qrow half teased, half congratulated.
Ruby put her hands to her cheeks. "Awww, that's cute!" she cooed.
"They do make a nice couple," Velvet commented with a warm smile.
Ironwood cleared his throat. "So...what is our sons name?"
"Jack," Gold-Sith answered.
"My father taught me that fear is always a constant," King James went on as he kept his balance and flipped Prince over onto the ground. "But accepting it makes you stronger."
Finished, a tired James sat down next to Prince Jack, finally taking notice of Leonardo. "In the end, a Spartan's true strength is the warrior next to him. So, give respect and honor to him, and it will be returned to you. First, you fight with your head," he finished his lesson with a kiss to his sons' forehead.
"Then you fight with your heart," Glynda finished with a proud smile as she helped up her son.
"Good advice. We're raising our son well," Glynda remarked, then blushed lightly again while Ironwood shifted uncomfortably.
"Our son," Qrow grinned cheekily.
"Quiet, you!" Glynda chided.
"Your countertop is correct though, Glynda. It takes more than just brute strength to be a warrior," Ozpin said sagely.
"A good head on your shoulders, helps as well" Weiss added with a sip of tea.
"And courage is certainly required," Pyrrha finished, prompting nods.
James turned to Glynda. "What is it?"
"A Persian messenger awaits you," Glynda informed.
Suddenly, James looked concerned at Glyndas news.
James turned to Jack. "Do not forget today's lesson."
"Respect and honor," Jack answered correctly.
James patted his son's head. "Respect and honor."
"Good lesson to teach," Ozpin commended Ironwood's parenting.
"Who are the Persians, anyway?" Pyrrha asked curiously.
"They are an empire. The largest and most powerful one on Remnant. They share a border with Atlas to the west," Gold-Sith answered.
"You mean that unnamed, dragon shaped, continent west of Atlas?" Weiss asked.
"Correct. Only it is larger and is connected to Solitas and Sanus, acting as a sort of land bridge." [2]
"Who is the Persian ruler?" Oobleck inquired.
Gold-Sith paused. "You'll find out soon enough," he replied plainly.
"And what about those skulls Watts was carrying?" Jaune asked hesitantly.
Ozpin pursed his lips in though. "If I had to guess, I'd say their from conquered kings. And Watts carries them as a warning to those who oppose the Persians," he assumed.
Leonardo led the Persian envoy towards the exterior of the palace where James, Glynda, and a group of Spartan guards and awaited them.
"Councilman Leonardo. You found yourself needed, for once," Glynda said scornfully.
Leonardo forced a smile. "My king and queen, I was just entertaining your guests."
"I'm sure," James muttered irritably.
"It would seem you two don't share a very good relationship with Leonardo here," Port remarked, prompting nods from Glynda and Ironwood.
"Why are all the men in this city so scantily clad?" asked on a different note.
"I'm not complaining," Yang said in a sultry tone.
Watts opened his mouth to speak, but James cut him off. "Before you speak, Persian, know that in Sparta everyone, even a king's messenger, is held accountable for the words of his voice."
Watts nodded slightly.
"I have a weird feeling this won't end well," Jaune said expectantly.
"You're not the only one," Ren shared his leaders concern before sipping his soda.
"Now, what message do you bring?" James asked Watts.
Watts bowed; his hands spread out. "Earth and water," he said simply.
"Huh?" a few people said in puzzlement, not comprehending.
Sun quirked his brow. "What's that supposed to mean?"
James scoffed. "You rode all the way from Persia for earth and water?"
"Do not be coy or stupid, Persian," Glynda hissed as she stepped forward. "You can afford neither in Sparta."
A few people snickered or grinned at Glynda's insult.
"I'll bet that stung a little," Velvet giggled.
Watts glared at Glynda. "What makes this woman think she can speak among men?" he sneered.
"Because only Spartan women give birth to real men," Glynda shot back, unimpressed.
Initially, Glynda's face bristled at Watts chauvinistic remark before she nodded in agreement to her counterpart's retort, a little smirk of triumph on her face.
"Oooooh!" half the audience crowed together.
"Well said, Glynda," Port complimented putting the pompous Watts in his place.
"That must have stung a lot," Coco commented smugly.
"Yeah! Suck on that, sexist!" Nora jeered with a hand to her mouth.
"Let us walk to cool our tongues," James insisted, keeping his temper in check despite the insult towards his wife.
The Spartans and Persians strolled down a nearby street to continue their diplomacy.
"If you value your lives over your complete annihilation, listen carefully, James," Watts began arrogantly. "Salem conquers and controls everything she rests her eyes upon. She leads an army so massive, it shakes the ground with its march. So vast, it drinks the rivers dry."
James listened but didn't seem intimidated by the Persian messengers boasts about his Queen.
Ozpin, Glynda, Ironwood, and Qrow all went rigid with shock at the mention of the Grimm Queen. They hadn't expected her to appear in the viewings.
Everyone else unfamiliar with Salem simply looked confused, skeptical, or impressed by the alleged size of her army.
"Who is this Salem, Gold Sith?" Ruby asked, oblivious to the adults' faces behind her.
"The ruler of the Persian Empire, and the most powerful monarch on Remnant. Salem has already conquered small kingdoms in Vacuo, and Vale," Gold-Sith supplied.
Ozpin's stunned expression didn't go unnoticed by Pyrrha. "Are you all right, headmaster?" [3]
Ozpin snapped out of his funk. "Yes... I'm fine, Ms. Nikos," he said quickly with a sip of coffee.
"All the God-Queen Salem requires is this: A simple offering of earth and water; a token of Sparta's submission to the will of Salem," Watts said specifically.
James paused. "Submission," he repeated softly, then shook his head. "Now, that's a bit of a problem. See, rumor has it the Mantilians have already turned you down. And if those philosophers and artists have found that kind of nerve, then-"
"Mantilians? As in Mantle?" Ren questioned.
"I'd assume so. But what does that mean? Atlas isn't a unified kingdom?" Winter wondered.
"We must be diplomatic," Leonardo tried to interject as he placed a hand on James' shoulder.
But James ignored him. "And, of course, Spartans have their reputation to consider," he said sharply, brushing off Leonardo's hand.
A few people looked puzzled or intrigued at the mention of Spartans, pondering if this universe was connected somehow to the "Halo" universe.
Oobleck snapped his finger. "I think I get it. Atlas appears to be divided into city states," he deducted before jotting down more notes.
"Then I'm king of Sparta, not the whole of Atlas," Ironwood added.
"Then General Ironwood's counterpart is right. No way will Sparta bend the knee to Salem if a city of bookworms won't," Yang stated before turning to Blake. "No offense."
"None taken," Blake waved off.
Watts narrowed his eyes. "Choose your next words carefully, James. They may be your last as king," he warned in a threatening tone.
Everyone glowered at Watts counterpart, especially the Atlesians.
"I'm really not liking this guy's attitude," Velvet commented.
"Preaching to the choir on that one, bun bun," Coco nodded.
"Such arrogance to insult Glynda, demand my surrender, and even threaten me in my own city," Ironwood scowled at the screen.
James turned his back to Watts, the former contemplating the latter's words. Low, tense music accompanied by vocalization played. A gentle breeze blew as James glanced up at the vast, grassy field surrounding his beloved city, the sun was shining brightly over the mountains.
His gaze shifted to his people standing in the street staring back at him, tentatively awaiting his decision.
He then looked at a group of children staring innocently at him, as if pleading him to protect them from a life as Persian subjects, or rather slaves.
Finally, he locked eyes with his beloved wife and queen, Glynda, her emerald green eyes supportive and reassuring.
Many people leaned forward in anticipation of what Ironwood would do.
"The tension build-up is really starting to get to me," Pyrrha murmured.
"Time for the moment of truth," Qrow muttered with a sip of whiskey.
"Earth and water," James softly repeated Watts request.
He had no other choice. In the blink of an eye, he drew his short sword and pointed it at Watts' throat. The other Spartans drew their own weapons, stopping the Persian bodyguards from defending the messenger. The camera zoomed out, revealing that Watts had foolishly backed up against the edge of a large well.
"Madman. You're a madman!" Watts exclaimed, his hands raised.
A few people gasped in surprise at Ironwood's counterpart resorting to aggression so quickly.
"James, what are you doing?!" Glynda scolded.
"I know Watts is a bastard, but threatening a messenger seems a little extreme," Port criticized Ironwood's counterpart.
"Earth and water. You'll find plenty of both down there," James threatened, keeping his sword raised at Watts.
Watts bodyguards were rounded up and forced over to the edge of the dark well.
"No man, Persian or Atlesian, no man threatens a messenger!" Watts protested.
"Ugh. Diplomatic immunity is such a pain," Sun grumbled.
Ozpin nodded. "I know how that feels. In my experience, diplomats usually behave, but some act as though they're royalty who can do whatever they please," he lamented from past experiences.
"Well, Jimmy did warn him that everyone was responsible for their words," Qrow begrudgingly defended Ironwood.
"You bring the crowns and heads of conquered kings to my city steps! You insult my queen. You threaten my people with slavery and death!" James growled with barely controlled fury. "Oh, I've chosen my words carefully, Persian. Perhaps you should have done the same."
"This is blasphemy! This is madness!" Watts cried in outrage.
The messengers' words gave James's pause. He lowered his sword and pondered what to do as some of his rage subsided.
"This is really edgy," Yang grinned, eliciting a few groans.
"He's going to spare him?" Neptune questioned, ignoring Yangs pun.
Sun shrugged. "I don't know about that, but he definitely won't submit to Salem," he doubted.
"So, either way, there will be war," Velvet concluded as she slowly munched on some carrot sticks.
James then cast a look over his shoulder at Glynda, who gave him a slight nod of approval, sealing Watt's fate.
"Glynda," Ozpin said with a hint of disappointment.
"It's not me. It's just my counterpart," Glynda raised her hands in defense. "And while Watts was certainly pompous and rude, I'd hardly say that warrants death."
"On the other hand, it shows Spartans respect their women and their input rather than treat them as servants and baby makers like the Persians seem to," Oobleck noted positively.
Many people nodded or made a 'that's true' face, acknowledging Ironwoods counterpart was a good husband.
James looked back at Watts. "Madness? This. Is. Sparta!" he bellowed, punctuating his words for emphasis.
And with that, James kicked Watts in the chest, sending him screaming and plummeting into the well. The other soldiers followed suit as they slashed or impaled Watt's bodyguards with their swords and flung their bodies into the seemingly bottomless pit with him, all the while intense music with strong percussion played.
Gasps and gaping mouths filled the theater. Everyone was either awed by how admittedly cool the scene was or disturbed by the ruthlessness of the Spartans.
"Suddenly...I feel that line is very meme worthy," Neptune stated, prompting nods from several people. [4]
"But surely Salem will realize what happened to Watts once he doesn't report back," Neptune pointed out.
"Well, judging from what the general's counterpart said, Salem would subject Sparta to slavery and other atrocities even if they do submit," Winter defended her commanders' actions.
"Ice Queen has a point. They have nothing to lose by resisting," Qrow agreed, prompting Winter to roll her eyes in annoyance.
Ironwood sagged a bit in his seat. "Well, off to war we go then..." he sighed.
Days later, a group of Spartans had assembled in the field outside the city, ready for war. Each one as muscular as Ironwood and armed to the teeth with broad bronze shields, short swords, and spears. The only clothing they wore were leather briefs, sandals, and red capes. But that was all Spartans required in battle.
Among their ranks were a handful of female Spartans, a rare sight, but still possible. They wore leather breastplates to maintain some modesty.
More than a few audience members felt flustered or turned on seeing so many muscular, scantily clad, men and women onscreen.
Coco lowered her shades. "Hubba hubba. Look at all those wiry ladies."
"I know dad would never approve of me going into battle with these guys," Ruby said uneasily.
"No, but I would," Yang purred.
"This is remarkable. In the ancient days, sexism was rampant and women had far fewer rights than they do today. It would be considered outrageous to allow them to serve on the battlefield," Ironwood pointed out.
"Well, Spartans are widely considered the mightiest people on Remnant and nearly all of its people are trained for sports or combat. Spartan women are no exception," Gold-Sith explained.
Jaune tapped his chin. "Hmmm, now that you say that...are these Spartans connected to other Ruby from the first viewing?"
"Possibly, Mr. Arc. It might explain why Spartans were named as such in the first multiverse, even though it's separate from this universe," Glynda deducted.
Standing before the Spartan battalion was a white-haired woman with white hair, light blue eyes, and looked to be around James's age.
"Is this all of them?" King James asked as he approached his troops.
"As you ordered. Three hundred. All with born sons to carry on their name," Captain Winter confirmed.
"Sister?" Weiss said in surprise.
"It's good to see my counterpart serving under you, sir," Winter remarked.
Qrow couldn't help but admire the slender but wiry build of Winter's counterpart.
Winter squinted her eyes at Qrow. "What are you staring at, you drunk?!" she hissed.
"N-nothing!" Qrow stammered, averting his gaze.
James and Winter walked down the line of assembled Spartans, inspecting each one.
"We are with you, sire! For Sparta! For freedom! To the death!" one of Spartans proclaimed loudly.
James turned, smirked and nodded at the eager Spartans' words.
James continued to walk down the line. Then he stopped when he spotted one particularly young Spartan. A boy of around sixteen years of age with white hair and light blue eyes like Winter.
"He is your son. He is too young to have felt a woman's warmth," James said doubtfully.
Winter and Weiss both gaped at the revelation that the former had a son while everyone else looked happy for her.
"I have a son," Winter said softly.
"I have a nephew," Weiss beamed.
"But look at him," Glynda gestured at the screen. "James is right. He's too young to go into battle," she protested.
"He can't be any younger than me, and I got into Beacon," Ruby reasoned.
"True, but don't forget, kiddo. You're still a student in training, while he's going straight into pitched battle," Qrow reminded his niece.
"I have others to replace him. Astinos is as brave and ready as any," Winter vouched for her son. "No younger than we were the first time you stood next to me in battle."
Astinos didn't flinch at all as Winter locked eyes with him.
James nodded. "You are a good friend, but a better captain, there is none," he praised his second in command.
"I assume I'm serving as King James' second in command," Winter guessed her role.
"In this scenario, yes," Gold-Sith confirmed.
"My good king," a voice said from offscreen.
James turned to see Leonardo approach with a group of elderly councilors dressed in white robes. One of them had dark skin and a somewhat rotund physique.
"My good king," councilor Pietro repeated.
Penny's face brightened. "Father!" she exclaimed. "Who does he play here, Gold-Sith?"
"He is a member of the Spartan council, alongside Leonardo."
Velvet tilted her head. "But isn't Sparta a monarchy?"
"Yes, but under Spartan law, the army cannot march off to war during the Carneia."
Pyrrha blinked. "The Carneia?"
"The Carneia is a religious festival that Sparta holds. And to go to war during such a time is not only illegal, but considered blasphemy against the God of Light," Gold-Sith surmised.
"So what do they plan on doing? Hold the Carneia while the Persians invade Atlas?" Weiss said incredulously.
"The oracle has spoken. The ephors have spoken. There must be no march. It is the law, my lord," Pietro implored his king.
"The Spartan army must not go to war," Leonardo joined in on the protest.
"Nor shall it," James said simply. "I've issued no such orders. I'm here just taking a stroll, stretching my legs. These 300 men are my personal bodyguard. Our army will stay in Sparta."
"Where will you go?" Leonardo asked skeptically.
Ironwood shrugged. "I hadn't really thought about it. But now that you ask. I suppose I'll head north," he said.
"What's with Leonardos counterpart?" Port asked. "Why is he so opposed to Sparta going to war with Persia."
Ozpin cupped his chin. "You're right, Peter. There is something...odd about him," he agreed with a hint of suspicion. [5]
"Perhaps they believe there's no chance of victory against the Persians," Neptune theorized as he chowed on a hot dog.
"At this point, it doesn't make any difference. Killing Watts ensured there will be war," Blake reminded.
"The Hot Gates! Move out!" Winter barked in command.
"Move out!" another Spartan parroted.
"The hot gates?" Oobleck inquired, pen and notepad at the ready.
"That's another name for a coastal pass called Thermopylae. That's where the Spartans plan to confront the Persians," Gold-Sith answered.
"But why Thermopylae in particular?" Port asked, not realizing the Spartans plan just yet.
Ironwood shrugged. "I suppose we'll have to wait and see."
"What shall we do?" Pietro asked Leonardo.
Leonardo's gaze shifted from Pietro to James. "What can we do?"
"What can you do? Sparta will need sons," Ironwood said.
Finally, the Spartans began to march north up the road, either to victory or death.
"So, he's going to lead them into battle himself," Port said with reverence.
"As a true king should. Most admirable," Oobleck stated with sip of coffee.
James turned and began to walk away as somber music mixed with vocalizations played.
"Spartan!" Glynda beckoned loudly.
Finally, the Spartans began to march north up the road, either to victory or death.
Glynda slowly approached her husband, and, without a word, unclasped her necklace and wrapped it around James' neck. "Come back with your shield...or on it."
James paused. "Yes, milady."
Many audience members felt goosebumps, or their hearts melt at the tender scene, especially Glynda and Ironwood.
"What does she mean come back on the shield?" Ruby asked warily.
"Well, Ms. Rose, some ancient warriors not only used their shields in battle, but also as makeshift stretchers for their comrades to carry them upon if the fall in battle," Oobleck said succinctly.
"So, my counterpart knows there's no guarantee that James will come home alive," Glynda said glumly, clearly worried for the Spartans.
"Unfortunately, that's war for you. Not everyone makes it back alive," Ironwood sighed with grief.
With that, James hurried off to catch up with his troops, bound for the pass of Thermopylae, knowing full-well he could be marching to his death.
"Please come back alive, James," Glynda whispered, not wanting little Jack to grow up without a son.
"Well, good luck, Jimmy. You'll need it," Qrow bid Ironwood's counterpart the best of luck, as did everybody else.
"Awww, I hoped we'd watch the Spartans fight the Persians," Nora griped.
"Another time, Ms. Valkyrie," Gold-Sith promised. "But anyway, what did you think?"
"That kick scene still feels super meme worthy," Neptune repeated.
"I can't approve General Ironwood killing a diplomat, but I'm certainly excited for the battle of Thermopylae,"
"Me too. I'll bet they'll kick as much butt as Spartan me from the first viewing," Ruby predicted.
"What's next, Gold-Sith?" Penny asked excitedly.
"A crime-action themed story. And I must warn you all, it's very dark and gritty. Not for the faint of heart," Gold-Sith cautioned.
"Well, from what we've seen so far, I'm sure we can handle it," Yang assured, since she'd already watched her father's counterpart die.
"Very well," Gold-Sith conceded as he played the next clip.
Author's Points
[1]- I named Jame's son after Jack Haley, the actor who played the Tin Man in "The Wizard of Oz", whose own son was named Jack Haley Jr.
[2]- Judging from maps of Remnant, the landmass to the west of is canonically unnamed. But some people refer to it as Draconis, and it could be theorized it is the land of darkness where Salem hails from, so I figured it would be a good stand-in for Persia and grant the empire geographic opportunity to invade and conquer parts of Solitas and Sanus.
[3]- Since Salem hasn't even been revealed at this point in canon, Pyrrha's reaction is quite understandable.
[4]- Lol. Somebody had to pick up on the meme-worthiness of the most famous line in the movie.
[5]- A bit of foreshadowing of Leonardo Lionhearts betrayal.
Cast of Characters
James Ironwood as King Leonidas
Glynda Goodwitch as Queen Gorgo
Winter Schnee as Captain Artemis
Leonardo Lionheart as Councilor Theron
Arthur Watts as Persian Messenger
Jack as Prince Pleistarchus (Original character)
Astinos as himself (Unchanged)
Salem as Xerxes (Mentioned only)
Author's Closing Note: I've wanted to do an adaptation for "300" for quite some time. And now, thanks to your votes, I finally can. There will be another "300" chapter in the future covering the battle. Until then, stay tuned for the next chapter, the universe of which I will choose off the bat. And believe me, it will be dark and gritty.