RWBY: The Atlesian Superman Chapter 31: Ch29 - A Story of Superman, a rwby fanfic

The scythe and the sword clashed, with echoes of their Aura fragments flying off as crystal birds of freedom, freed from restraints, no longer hiding in the dark, for they both now could show off the true extent of their powers.

Despite being trillions of times faster than Glynda, Rubio knew that this woman's Aura was too thick to just pierce with ordinary means. The Aura was permanently coating her skin after all. Only a godly amount of force could truly penetrate through and cause damage.

Elsewhere, far in the distance, the foreign Valean army began flooding into the Academy's ground. Many wore similar uniforms to this universe's version of the Valean army, with slight variations here and there. Sharper leather, a several officers wearing service caps and golden epaulettes on their shoulders. Several of the men shot their Dust rifles off, blowing the Academy soldiers' heads off, leaving them in a bloody pool as others trampled over their lifeless corpses.

To aid in their school's forces, Team JNPR fought off several of these invading soldiers. To their surprise, they were a lot tougher to take down than they first assumed. Which JNPR soon realized made sense considering these men were veterans, and they themselves were still students. They may not have been Huntsmen, but they still had much more experience.

Here, Nora fired off several grenade shots into a group before realizing several of them were falling back, scattering into different formations to begin firing from several different angles, making for an effective offense all while being defensive at the same time. Ren himself tried to cover Nora by spinning around, raining off countless bullets from his submachine guns.

Jaune fell back behind deeper into the crumbling facilities to help evacuate the last of the first-year students. Several of whom, however, insisted on fighting, bringing forth all manners of axes, swords, lances, rifles, and so on.

"Pyrrha! Are there any left in the classrooms?" Jaune shouted.

"That's the last of them," she replied. "Come on, let's go!"

"HEY GUYS!"

From the deeper parts of the hall – Team RWBY emerged.

"Ruby! Guys!" Jaune shouted.

"Jaune! It's crazy out there," Ruby cried.

"Come on," said Yang, "we gotta help everyone."

They dashed off back out in the open, and there, as witnesses – Glynda and Rubio continued their fight. The scythe and the sword clashed again, this time stronger than before. With Rubio moving around in circles, zipping too fast for anybody to even track where he was going. And yet, the protective Aura around Glynda remained strong, despite several slashes getting through, the damage being dealt was not enough to break this monstrous woman.

Coming from behind for another strike, but this time, Glynda was ready – where she immediately turned around and pushed Rubio off once again with her overwhelming Telekinesis, launching him off toward Vacuo this time.

He came back after a few seconds of being gone, landing right in front of the woman, now with a fire in his eyes.

"Rubio!" Ruby and her team approached, with JNPR not far behind.

But immediately, Rubio shouted at them:

"Stay back! This woman is too dangerous for you guys."

Stopping dead in their tracks, RWBY and JNPR watched on, almost completely helpless. Still not quite understanding the kind of threat this version of Glynda was posing. Even as some of them looked on in horror at the bodies of Team CFVY that were left in the rubble.

"This evil needs to stop!" Rubio cried.

And here, Glynda simply shook her head:

"You'll pay for your transgression, traitor. Long live the Lord God of Vale."

Universe 1938…

The riots continued to roar at the heart of the cities. Doors torn apart, cars rammed straight into walls with no remorse, fires being burned in the middle of the streets, all for the purpose of throwing them all around, spreading the heat of the people's rage. And there, in the middle of the fire was the flaming hearts of the two peoples, Valeans and Atlesians tearing each other apart, dogs wallowing in hard bloody concrete, biting, snarling, spitting. Their flags were raised, and lines were drawn.

The Chancellor Weiss Schnee could see this the moment she entered Vale. Flying toward the very heart of the fires.

She had heard the blood curdling screams for a long time. But here, with the war still brewing, her mind had been preoccupied. The shouts of innocents dying, however, kept getting louder and louder. It was deafening. Making it difficult to focus. It was not merely an attack on her ears and mind, but also on her heart as well. Her herculean strength was perhaps limitless, but there were things that could only take so much – watching women, children running around being slaughtered, blood painting the road, fuel for the Valean revolution.

When the animals looked up into the sky, their hearts dropped at the sight of a pair of glowing rageful eyes that could illuminate the sun. Judgment had come, and it will not be kind.

"THAT IS ENOUGH!" Weiss' voice boomed through the city, shattering several windows from the power of her shout alone.

Several men dropped their guns and wooden bats, running to their shelters and hideouts, away from the gaze of the Superman. Despite some of them being completely aware of her incredibly potent vision, their shattered eardrums were still unbearable, disorienting.

Zipping down the streets to grab two of them by the neck, before bringing them up high in the sky and dropping them. They screamed on the way down, and much louder once they hit the ground and their legs were shattered like a mere piece of wood.

Several Valeans rioters responded by opening fire onto the Chancellor. Unloading Dust rifles and bazookas until they were completely empty.

"Fuck you, fascist!"

"FASCIST PIG!"

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF OUR COUNTRY!" They yelled as the Dust exploded where she floated, sending fragments of flames all around. But of course, Weiss was completely unharmed.

For their transgression, Weiss landed violently on the ground where the rioters stood, and the sheer force of the tremors was enough to shatter them into piles of flesh and bones, scattering like sand. They were easy to break, too easy.

Numerous Valeans dashed off in opposite directions, while others continued to charge forth, fighting this living god. Many held bats, some had rifles, some even had military grade swords from licensed Huntsmen.

All of which failed to do any damage the moment Weiss powered up her Aura, to let the gravity of her power crush them all into smithereens. So much blood, too many echoing cries.

Still not over. Something else came from the sky.

Appearing behind her from the rumbling noise of deafening thunderstorms. They came face-to-face not too long ago. With Weiss reiterating the conditions of the war. And yet, here she was – Nora Valkyrie, Maiden, already back, carrying her heavy heavenly hammer as she appeared out of thin air.

Raising the hammer high, infusing it with holy lightning, she drove it straight down onto Weiss. Which Weiss managed to catch with her bare hand. The shockwaves, however, traveled far, and leveled several buildings, crushing everything beneath, the people below, the cars, the fires, the other riots across town.

Weiss was unharmed, but she was caught off guard, for this was not something she saw coming.

Several more hammers came forth, striking in the form of lightning spirits. Swinging with the same godly strength of the Maiden in front of her. Nora's eyes lit up, powered by furious electricity that held the strength of a supernova.

Scanning the several spirit hammers she had summoned, Weiss realized immediately that Nora had made it so that the hammers would be able to touch her, but intangible if Weiss were to attack back.

"So this is your answer then?" Weiss asked, drawing her rapier.

With her white glyph now powering her up behind her, acting as a platform for her to launch herself off, she flew toward Nora at a speed no mortal could react to. Zipping through the air and setting the atmosphere on fire.

The fierce strike from the rapier could explode an entire continent with ease, but the blade was completely crushed into countless steel fragments the moment it made contact with Nora's hammer, sending shockwaves far enough to rupture a nearby volcano, shaking the very earth itself.

Letting the steel fly off, Nora struck Weiss once more with another thunderous strike, right at Weiss' torso. She floated back, and did not even bother raising her hands to block, and there – her eyes lit up in a blue glint rage.

"You don't even respect me enough to use your Myrtenaster," Nora scoffed. "You have no respect for Vacuo. Our King, our Season. You don't respect Vale, not even Mistral. We're all just playthings for you. I know how this will play out. I'm going to nip it in the bud."

Before Nora could strike again, Weiss zipped forward, trillions of times faster than light, and within an instant – grabbed Nora by her throat. Weiss' hand turned cold the moment she made contact, with ice now forming out from the glyphs that came from her palm, slowly freezing Nora by her skin.

Not giving up, Nora lit herself up with powerful lightning, a thunderous bolt traveling from the deep sky above, five quintillion times the speed of light as Weiss scanned it and dodged out of the way. The lightning strike lit up the entire city in a blinding light, so bright, the concrete of the buildings began to melt from the sheer heat alone.

"Give up," Weiss shouted. "You cannot defeat me. The only reason this planet isn't dust right now is because my Aura is protecting it. I will throw you into the sun if anything happens to my home. You will not survive."

Powering up further and completely ignoring Weiss' warning, Nora simply yelled:

"Try me!"

Burning from inside her eyes, lightning bolts came forth, shooting so fast, no sound could be heard until several long moments later, as it tried to catch up to the speed, zipping right toward where Weiss floated.

And there, she held out her hands, which were now covered in thick indestructible ice, and instantly the lightning eye beams were reduced to nothingness.

But not before the shockwaves from the blast exploded and shattered several clouds in the distance, roaming across the planet itself. From the smoke of the plasma, the two gods emerged toward one another, flying at speeds fast enough to rip the air apart, ripping mountains from the air pressure as they traveled. Dragging each other up into space as they collided over and over again. Circling each other from all angles, then creating continuous shockwaves piling up one another that shattered the very moon itself.

Seeing this, Weiss' eyes lit up, as she flew back to the moon, and held her right hand forward. Summoning a powerful glyph fueled by pure gravity to put the shattered moon back together, not leaving a single crack shown on the surface. A mere moment away from the battle, and Nora flew right back in, bringing the both of them back down onto Remnant.

As they were reentering the stratosphere, still clashing against one another, with Nora's hammer meeting Weiss' indestructible fists – Weiss spotted a figure emerging from the lower clouds coming up to where the two of them were fighting.

Surprisingly, Cinder Falls had reentered this fight once more. Flying toward them with her divine fire boosting her speed, summoned from the palms of her hands.

What was much more shocking, however, was the fact that the moment Cinder came close enough – she began launching multiple fireballs toward Weiss, attacking her.

Weiss pushed the fireballs off into the distance, letting them explode into nukes as her eyes now focused into a godly silent rage. She never expected Cinder's loyalty from the beginning, but the fact she decided to attack now was infuriating. And yet, all she could see from Cinder's expression was a devilish cackle.

Pointing her finger toward a confused Nora, Cinder declared:

"You still owe me combat. But we'll finish that one another time."

Reluctantly, Nora refocused her attention back to Weiss. Despite not saying another word, their mutual understanding had now formed into an unlikely alliance. Temporary, but powerful. Enough to shake the ozone layer.

Here the battle raged on. Thunder roaring from heaven.

How did things get to this point? Why were all these people drawn to the Superman? Why was her gravity so powerful?

What is Superman? What is Super? What is Man?

20 years ago…

This young blond child called Jaune walked through the forest all around him, getting himself across the river to the other side where he climbed the rocky grounds, through several bushes to explore deeper and deeper into the green.

This child was unaware of how far he had gone into this unknown place. But he continued to be curious, picking up rocks and sticks along the way, getting lost in his own world. Almost as if he was content to be away from the real world back where he came from. But the boy was not hurt or sad, simply curious. But ultimately woefully unprepared for the wilderness as he attempted to climb over a massive fallen tree before him. Getting about halfway there, he fell back to the ground the moment he grabbed onto a loose branch, thinking it was strong enough for him to pull.

Now covered in dirt, he dusted himself off before looking back up on top of the tree trunk – there, he saw…

Her.

He saw her under shining light. A person he had never seen before.

A young girl with red hair, wearing a golden dress, with emerald eyes shining brighter than gems.

From the moment Jaune laid eyes on the young girl, he was starstruck. Sitting there completely speechless, there was something about her radiance that made it difficult to describe, and even more difficult to act upon, almost as if he was now completely petrified.

The girl smiled and she said to him, smiling:

"Hi there, what's your name?"

Unable to answer, his eyes blinked on without stop. Prompting the girl to giggle as she descended from the tree, down to the dirt, extending her hand.

"You didn't hurt yourself, did you?"

Instinctively taking the girl's hand to get himself up, Jaune pushed on to work up the courage to speak. But speaking slowly, he stammered:

"Um, w… well, I'm Jaune. My n…name's Jaune."

Giggling again, the girl told him:

"Nice to meet you. My name is Winter. Winter Polendina."

"Winter? You mean… like the…"

"Yeah, like the Season," she smiled.

Still unsure, and confused, he asked:

"You're not… you're not her, are you?"

Laughing, Winter replied:

"No, I'm not actually the Season Winter. My mom and dad said so themselves."

Turning around to face the tree, she placed her hand on the trunk, saying:

"It's dangerous to be out here alone, yeah?"

As she finished saying that, she lifted the tree off the ground and instantly tossed it off into the far distance, as if it weighed as much as a small plastic toy, to be chucked into a bin.

"At least – that's what my parents told me," she turned back to Jaune, grinning from ear to ear.

Completely flabbergasted, Jaune's eyes were still glued to the direction where the girl had thrown the tree off to. Far enough away for it to disappear into the bushes, but still close enough for them to still hear the sound of the wood being crushed from the landing.

He looked back at the girl, who looked as ordinary as can be, without any noticeable muscle on her body. But the smile was one of a rambunctious little rascal, one who did not like to stay still. Despite being in that dainty dress, she clearly enjoyed being out here, to be free in this fresh air.

"I live nearby if you want to visit," she told Jaune. "My parents just moved here. We live near the church not too far from here. You should come over."

"Really?"

"Totally, it'll be fun."

"I… I can't. I have to get back home soon. My parents are going to flip."

"Oh, okay. I guess."

Noticing her smile disappearing, Jaune scrambled for his words:

"But… but we can meet here again, can't we?"

"Really?" Her eyes lit up.

"Yeah. I… I'm usually out here by myself."

"Oh, me too. Well, back where I'm from at least. I don't have any friends."

"Okay. Great. Yeah…"

"Yeah…"

Grinning for the first time since meeting, Jaune said:

"Will… you be my friend?"

Here, she responded like a star:

"Of course. Let's meet here again tomorrow."

"Totally… okay. Yeah. Let's – let's."

That very same year, across the planet on the continent in the North – Pietro Polendina lost his daughter.

Even with all of his scientific genius, knowledge of the human body, knowing many things to know about the chemicals and atoms that made up the very being of those alive – he was powerless when his daughter was taken by a disease.

Deep in his lab, he had been working on this last-ditch attempt to bring her back. Taking the essences inside of her brain, transferring them into code to be stored inside his supercomputer. A surprising seven zettabytes of data from her brain. He did not know why there was that much inside her mind, but he was not really focused on that as he worked.

Instead, lying inside a pod before him was a robotic replica of his daughter's body. A young girl with bright curly orange hair. Dormant inside, still yet to be awakened. And perhaps, she will sleep forever, impossible to come back as she was before. Because perhaps, what Pietro was working on was not really resurrection, but rather a replacement.

A new creation.

But a robot was a thing, and things could not possibly have souls. Pietro worked for months, tackling the problem from different angles. Looking for books, old files, anything that could give him a tiny sliver of hope. But this was something nobody had ever done before. Something nobody had even attempted.

Except for the Fleet Admiral.

"You can't do it," said Maru, standing by the door. "It's impossible."

Ignoring the man, Pietro focused on. To which Maru shook his head, saying:

"Even if you succeed, you have no idea if this is really your daughter. You have no idea if you've managed to upload her mind perfectly into that new body, or if all you've done is merely copied the genetic blueprints of her entire being, down to the subatomic level. That might explain that seven zettabytes."

"Okay," Pietro responded. "Anything else?"

"Listen to me. You're grieving. You can mourn, but this needs to stop. This will kill you."

"I would gladly die for my daughter. Something you would never understand with those bastard sons of yours you hate so much."

Maru's expressionless face remained unchanged. Pietro continued:

"You wanna keep creating new children out of your test tubes? Be my guest. To me – there is only one Penny Polendina."

"Where is her mind, Pietro?"

"I have it under control."

"Answer the question. Where – is – her – mind!"

"I said I have it, dammit!" He slammed his fists on the table, crushing the keyboard in front of him. "It's there on the goddamn hard drive… it… it has to be."

Walking over to his friend, Maru placed his hand on Pietro's back, feeling the old man shaking and breaking down on his workstation. Maru now noticed the filthy room he had been staying in. Robotic parts being covered in mountains of papers stained with dark coffee. No food anywhere to be found, which made sense considering how thin Pietro looked.

Shaking his head, the Fleet Admiral then finally said:

"The Team I've been working on, the Team I've been growing – we've picked up signs of Aura."

Looking up toward Maru, Pietro was dumbfounded, silently doing the math in his head as thousands of other thoughts shot through his mind. Maru continued:

"I can give you all the files and schematics I have. I think you'll find it useful in improving your own design. But this must be kept secret, at all costs."

Looking down to the pod where Penny was lying inside, Pietro placed his hand and head on the glass. Feeling the cold metallic sensation being pressed against his skin. The Doctor then finally nodded:

"At any cost."

30 years before Atlas invaded…

There was an old television show that used to air on Kidstoon, Atlas' children network, it was a show about a superhero dog wearing black goggles and a leather aviator helmet going on adventures across numerous fantastical places.

It was a simple enough show. Quite popular with the kids, too. All while getting decent ratings during its run.

On the second season of the show, the story introduced a new superhero character to the large cast of the show.

A peculiar character by the name of Jacques Schnee.

"How do you do, children?" said the dog, "It's gggreat being back. Let's see what the League of Supers are up to, shall we?"

Back at the Hall of the Just.

Here comes Jacques Schnee, children. The strongest in the league. Tall, muscular, clean white hair, and that powerful mustache. He sure can rock that white super suit, too. So skintight, with that shining diamond emblem on the chest. The white cape is delicious as well, it's just like mine.

The evil supervillain Alexander is up to no good again. Let us put a stop to his evil scheme this time, my friends. Ravenman, can you get us an intel of Alexander's whereabouts?

Can do, Jacques. My supercomputer has located his last sightings to be somewhere off the coast of Mistral. We should be able to intercept his next move from there.

Excellent. Let us go there at once.

Now, the team consisted of other superheroes as well, like the incredibly strong warrior woman Golden Gladiator Princess, a strong hero from a race of warrior women, coming from a faraway island isolated from the rest of the world. Her thousands of years of experience proved to be an invaluable asset to the team.

Then there was The Green Ring. One of the most powerful heroes in this fantastical world. One with a ring that could create constructs of anything he could imagine. But what the ring was really capable of was the power of a wishing machine. Immensely powerful, but it was a weapon that ran on willpower. If one did not have such a thing, it would not be effective.

None of them was as unique as the Ravenman, however. Considering he was a normal human being with no superpower of any kind. Instead, his greatest contribution to the League was his incredible strategic mind. Being able to understand science beyond any normal human, as well as having a sharp intuition and adaptational skills. The Ravenman became one of the most important members of the team.

There were several other powerful heroes as well, but these were the strongest of them all.

Arriving at the coast, the League came across a powerful giant robot wreaking havoc across the nearby city. Its giant laser cannons were firing toward the buildings, decimating it to rubble. People scattered and screamed in terror at the sight of this supervillain.

This looks like a job for the League of the Supers. Ravenman, generate for us a civilian rescue route.

Roger that, Mister Schnee. We will need to aid those up high in the buildings first. They are in the most danger.

Green Ring, can you construct for us a safety net to catch the falling civilians?

I'm on it, big man. One giant net, coming right up.

Gladiator Princess and I will engage Alexander and his giant robot. Let's go!

But before they could even make their move, something from far away descended from the sky. A sudden new face had made an appearance. Showing up here to display powers that were completely identical to Jacques Schnee's super strength, super speed, and flight. Zipping around to decimate the giant robot and its evil supervillain piloting the machine inside.

Good golly, what is going on?

Oh no, is this who I think it is? After all these years? How is it even possible?

Jacques, what is going on? Do you know this person?

Yeah, and why do they have your powers? Are you two from the same planet?

My friends – I thought I was the last of my kind, but there's no doubt about it.

The young girl showed her face as the League descended onto the giant hunk of crushed metal, the remnant of the giant robot. The girl stood there with her hands on her hips, letting her white cape flow in the wind as they approached her. Turning around, everybody could now see the resemblance.

Friends, meet – my daughter: Weiss Schnee.

This story was first published in a comic book, drawn by two young immigrant boys traveling to Vale looking for a better life. Here at the heart of the Valley, they began writing their story.

Throwball Hall of famer Bludd Williams, grandfather of throwball legend Rredd Williams, eventually bought the rights to the comics. Using that to go on and become one of the producers for the animated show. Though the show was a success, it was still just a product of its time. So it was not exactly relevant in the modern cultural zeitgeist.

What was kept intact, however, was the first issue of the original comic book run. Still in mint condition, given away as a gift to the mentor of his grandson, a family friend – General of the Air Force Samantha Vulf.

Decades later, the show disappeared. It never existed.

Approximately 5,000 years ago…

A meteor crashed landed on Remnant.

This meteor was actually a corpse. From it, divine energies began leaking out.

This body was heavy, a body of a god. Too heavy for any mortal to lift.

The legendary King Mortimiah came to the crater with fifty strong soldiers with him. Striking the body with his blade, he found that the metal instantly shattered upon contact with the hard skin of the gigantic body. As tall as the tallest men in the lands.

It stood up, revealing the visage of a woman.

She was tall, abnormally so. From here, she stood on her feet, and the mountains in the distance crumbled into dust. Forming massive canyons.

Immediately falling to his knees, King Mortimiah began to pray. But not to this new god who landed on Remnant, but to his own god – the Summer Maiden.

"Protect me, my Lady. May you deal with me, ever so severely, if I lose my faith in you, o' Summer of War and Hunt."

And here, the heavens split open. A hand reached down from above, one so large it dwarfed the whole planet. Larger than the galaxy, and still getting larger, now a shadow falling over the universe.

This hand of fire was Summer's. Immensely powerful, with the space around all bending from the sheer presence of its size.

Here – Summer pointed her finger at the new god down below. Erasing her from existence.

The corpse of the god withered, slowly turning into flakes of dust that flew off into the wind.

She was no more.

And yet…

Approximately 10,000 years ago…

A meteor crashed landed on Remnant.

This meteor was actually a corpse. From it, divine energies began leaking out.

This body was heavy, a body of a god. Too heavy for any mortal to lift.

It stood up, revealing the visage of a woman.

She was tall, abnormally so. From here, she stood on her feet, and the mountains in the distance crumbled into dust. Forming massive canyons.

She flew away, using her massive divine powers to conjure up a white armor with a white cape, flowing in the wind as she hovered in the air.

Inside a human kingdom, an old man was being crushed by a large carriage.

No man surrounding the commotion could help the poor old man.

But here, up in the sky, something that looked like a bird swooped in fast, and getting closer, the people realized that this was a massive god.

She lifted the cart up with ease, rescuing the man from a painful end.

"Thank you, my Lady," said the man. "Please, let me worship you."

But she flew off.

And now ice began to fall from the sky. People's eyes widened, for they had never seen anything like this before in their lives. They had no concept of this falling ice. It was light, and white, cold to the touch.