Hey guys and welcome back to another episode well chapter of dimensional heroes of Remnant! (Audience starts clapping) thank you thank you and thank you wonderful person in the back holding the Star wars revin! Hopefully I got this chapter out on time as of writing this it has been a day since I posted the previous chapter and I'm quite excited to get this next chapter out for all of you to enjoy anyway without further ado this is
Chapter 5 the vigilante a Veil
Phantom landed gracefully beside one of the soldiers guarding the barricade, his energy wings dissipating into a sleek suit as he strode forward, Gwen close behind him. As they approached the front of the line, the sounds of a fierce battle reached their ears, drawing their attention to the unfolding chaos.
The first figure that caught Phantom's eye was a girl in her late teens. She wore a tank top adorned in a captivating blend of green, white, and black that accentuated her athletic frame, leaving her midriff exposed. Her pants were a mix of white and brown, tailored to fit her lithe form, while her black high-heeled shoes added an air of confidence to her stance she wielded two guns with sickles at the end.
Next, Phantom's gaze shifted to a boy, also in his late teens, who stood poised for action. He had dark gray hair that spiked stylishly to one side, giving him an edgy appearance. His short-sleeved, lightly armored sweater featured a popped collar, adding a rebellious flair to his ensemble.
Grieves adorned his forearms, hinting at his readiness for combat, while his black pants were practical yet stylish, leading down to armored shoes that seemed to whisper of speed and agility. His intense demeanor suggested he was no stranger to battle, and his eyes glinted with a mix of mischief.
Finally, Phantom's attention fell upon an older man, clearly in his mid to late forties. His slicked-back black hair gleamed under the harsh overhead lights, framing a face that bore the marks of countless battles and experiences, yet it also hinted at a life lived on the edge, appearing somewhat worn. A subtle trace of a beard was beginning to form on his chin, adding to his rugged charm and giving him an air of seasoned strength. Draped over his shoulders was a striking red cape that billowed dramatically with each of his movements, its vibrant color contrasting sharply against the muted tones of his attire.
He wore a white, black, and gray dress shirt that featured a stylish V-neck collar, the fabric clinging to his well-defined physique. The sleeves of his shirt reached just shy of his elbows, allowing for ease of movement during the chaos of battle. His black pants hugged his legs, and sturdy black boots provided a solid foundation, grounding his regal appearance. Around his neck hung a cross necklace, its presence a testament to a life intertwined with faith and perhaps a hint of personal history. In his hand, he wielded a sword with a striking red handle and a black hilt, its blade glinting ominously as he prepared to engage his foes.
"Decca, who are these people?" Phantom inquired, his voice steady and determined. A moment later, Decca's voice resonated through the speakers built into his helmet, her tone calm and informative. "I hacked into the police database and the records of the vital festival. The two younger teens are Mercury Black and Emerald Sustrai. They're on the same team as Cinder, so odds are they're working together. The older man is a professional huntsman and uncle to Yang—his name is Qrow Bronwyn."
As Decca provided this crucial information, Phantom noted the distinction she made, emphasizing Yang's uncle rather than Yang and Ruby's uncle. Storing that detail for later, he refocused his attention on the fight unfolding before him. Qrow was currently engaged, skillfully deflecting bullets with his sword. Emerald, agile and fierce, was in the thick of the action, blocking incoming fire with a grace that belied her youth.
However, Qrow remained unaware of the imminent threat approaching from behind.
Without a moment to spare, Phantom leaped off the barricade, his movements fluid and precise.
He deployed his energy grapple, the line shooting out with a swift hum and latching onto Mercury's shirt. With a powerful tug, he pulled Mercury towards him, channeling all his momentum into a devastating dropkick aimed squarely at the younger fighter's face.
The impact was explosive, sending Mercury hurtling backward, crashing through the back window of an abandoned taxi with a shower of shattered glass. The sound of the glass breaking echoed through the air. The atmosphere was electric, the tension palpable in the air as the fighting abruptly ceased. All eyes turned toward the newcomer, a fierce fighter who had just entered the fray. "So, you're the one who defeated Cinder. Interesting," she remarked, her voice dripping with overconfidence. Beside her, Mercury stepped out of the car, his stance relaxed yet ready for action.
"Yeah, that's me. I must say, it's a bold move for both of you to try to attack here of all places." With an eyebrow raised, Emerald retorted, "Why are you surprised? You attacked our own. You really think we weren't going to pay you back for that?" Phantom shook his head, his voice steady and filled with dumbfoundedness. "No, I just thought you would actually be smart and try to catch me off guard, alone—not when there are a good number of highly trained soldiers, Huntsmen, and of course, me, in one place.
Seriously, did you guys not think this through?"
Before Emerald could respond, Decca's voice blared through the speakers embedded in Phantom's mask, "Move, Phantom! On your left!" Reacting swiftly, Phantom raised his left arm just in time, metal clashing against metal as Emerald lunged, attempting to stab him with Thief's Respite. He darted to the left, causing her to lose her balance.
In a fluid motion, he seized her by the hair, yanking her forward and delivering a knee strike to her stomach that sent her crashing to the ground. Emerald, however, was quick to recover. With a swift roll, she flipped onto her back and fired at Phantom, her shots ringing out like thunder. The sound of bullets whizzing past him filled the air as he executed a series of back handsprings, evading her onslaught with agility. "Decca, activate detective mode!" he shouted, determination underscoring his command.
Emerald, not one to falter, conjured another illusion, making it appear as though she and Mercury were attacking from behind while in reality, they were striking from the front. As she lunged forward for a slash, Mercury kicked Phantom, but he was ready. With quick reflexes, Phantom grasped Mercury's leg, yanking him into the path of Emerald's attack. In a split second, chaos erupted. Emerald's blade found its mark, stabbing Mercury's left prosthetic leg instead of Phantom, causing him to panic.
"You can fool me once but you cannot fool me twice illusionist" Phantom said angrily pivoting on his foot he throws Mercury and by extension Emerald towards the barricade.
Gwen stood frozen for a moment, her eyes locked on the scene before her. She had been ready to reprimand Phantom for stabbing Mercury's leg, but something caught her attention—the glaring lack of blood oozing from the wound. A second later, Emerald rushed forward, her hands deftly moving to extract the blade from Mercury's leg.
As the blade was removed, a strange crackling sound echoed through the air, revealing the shocking truth: Mercury's leg was a prosthetic. Gwen's realization rippled through the group like a wave, and the commotion drew in others. Glenda, Ben, Yang, Ruby, Kevin, and Jaune rushed outside, their expressions a mix of concern and curiosity. Just as they reached the threshold, a raucous shout echoed from above. "BREAK HIS LEGS! BREAK HIS FREAKING LEGS!" Nora's voice rang out from the roof, wild and enthusiastic, as she cheered on Phantom with unrestrained fervor.
Below, Ren struggled to pull her back inside, his brow furrowed in exasperation, a mix of concern and admiration for her fearless spirit. Jaune stood nearby, a slight smile gracing his lips, as he listened to Nora's chaotic cry, echoing her desire for Phantom to break Mercury's legs. Encouraged by Nora's infectious enthusiasm, Yang joined in, her voice rising above the roar of the crowd like a battle cry. "Bash his teeth in for me, Phantom!"
she urged, her tone laced with fierce determination. Yang's eyes blazed with a fiery intensity, fueled by memories of Mercury's underhanded tactics during their previous fight in the Vital Festival. She longed for justice, wanting nothing more than to see Mercury suffer for his deceit. The atmosphere was electric, charged with adrenaline and the promise of a fierce battle.
As the skirmish resumed, Phantom quickly dodged Mercury's retaliatory strike, moving with a grace that belied his size. Emerald was there too, her blade slicing through the air as she aimed for Phantom, but he was ready. He deftly evaded their combined assaults, his training evident in every fluid motion.
Mercury, attempting to catch Phantom off guard, swept low, trying to take out his legs. But Phantom anticipated the move; he leaped into the air, spinning gracefully, and delivered a powerful elbow strike right to Mercury's face. The impact sent Mercury reeling back, momentarily disoriented.
Landing with a thud, Phantom sidestepped a vicious strike from Emerald, who launched her chain blade at him. With a swift motion, he wrapped the chain around his arm and yanked it towards him, channeling the momentum into a powerful kick that sent Emerald sprawling backward, her surprised expression a fleeting victory for Phantom.
But just as he thought he had a moment's reprieve, Mercury surged forward from behind, a feral grin on his face. Before he could unleash his attack, a sharp, resonant gunshot pierced the air, halting everyone in their tracks.
Phantom turned to see Qrow standing amidst the chaos, a cool demeanor on his face as he offered a cheeky two-fingered salute. "Not bad not bad at all I'll take down the winner of douchebag of the year you handle the girlfriend." Qrow said and With a quick flick of his wrist, he returned to the fray, continuing to engage Mercury.
"Kick their butts uncle Qrow!" Ruby shouted everyone turn to her "Uncle?" Blake asked to witch yang responded with "the drunk guy with the red cape That's our Uncle Qrow."
As the battle raged on outside, with the clash of steel and the distant roars of combatants intertwining with the fervent cheers of the citizens of Vail celebrating their enigmatic vigilante savior, a figure who had risen from the shadows to champion their cause, a much less violent yet equally crucial conversation was unfolding within the sterile walls of the hospital.
(Weiss POV inside the hospital communication room because the tower was not destroyed in this version)
Weiss walked through the bustling hallway leading to the communication room, skillfully navigating her way past students from various schools. Each student was engrossed in their tasks, either locking in or out of the room. After weaving through the crowd, Weiss finally reached one of the terminals.
As she sat down, the terminal flickered to life, revealing Jacques Schnee. He was a distinguished man with striking white hair, impeccably styled, and a small, neatly kept white mustache that accentuated his sharp features. His piercing blue eyes held a sense of authority and he wore a tailored suit that spoke to his refined taste and status.
"Hello, Father," Weiss greeted curtly, her tone laced with the icy formality that had become second nature in their strained relationship. Her father smiled, but she could see right through the façade; years of living with the insufferable man had honed her ability to read him like an open book. "Daughter dearest, I heard what happened—absolutely dreadful. However, at least we still have the CCT," he replied, his voice dripping with a false concern that only deepened her resentment.
As always, her well-being seemed to come second to his ambitions, a truth she had long since accepted. "Yes, the situation is thankfully under control," she said, forcing herself to remain composed. "However, this allows us to get to the heart of the matter. I wish to stay here. There is a lot of good I can do in Vail, and it would significantly boost the reputation of the Schnee name." Jacques's expression morphed from surprise to a scowl at her boldness, but soon his typical confident smirk returned, as if he had cornered her in a game of chess. "Oh, my daughter dearest, where would you stay? I'm sure there won't be much room for you over there," he said, his voice laced with mockery, reveling in his perceived superiority.
But Weiss was far from finished. "My team has offered to house me, Father. Besides, this is the darkest hour for Vail. It would be best to have someone of high stature here so the people can look up to that person for hope and guidance. The Schnee family is the perfect candidate for this role. This would not only boost our company but also uphold the honor of our family."
In her mind, she urged him to take the bait, even as the prospect of flattering him made her stomach churn. After a tense moment of deliberation, Jacques finally relented, his ego soothed by the notion of his daughter as a beacon of hope. "Fine, child. Stay there and uphold the honor of our glorious name. But do try to call and visit. Good day, Weiss," he concluded, ending the call with a tone that suggested her obedience was all that mattered to him.
A sigh of relief escaped Weiss's lips as she walked out of the communication room and made her way back to Room 405. As she entered, she noticed that the majority of the occupants from before had vanished, leaving only Nora and Ren. Nora was enthusiastically sticking part of her body out of the window, her voice piercing the air as she screamed at the top of her lungs about breaking someone's legs. Ren, ever the voice of reason, held onto her waist, making sure she didn't tumble out into the chaos below.
However, two new faces occupied the room. Max sat in a wheelchair next to the hospital bed, while Pyrrha lay resting, her injured leg secured in a disposable leg sling. General Ironwood stood beside Max, engaged in a quiet conversation that abruptly halted when they noticed Weiss walking back in.
"So, Weiss, how did it go?" Pyrrha asked, tilting her head curiously. A smile blossomed on Weiss's face as she placed her left hand on her hip and raised her right arm triumphantly. "I'm staying!"
The room erupted into smiles, and Nora, still hanging out the window, was suddenly filled with excitement. She leaped back inside, her energy palpable as she scooped Weiss into a bone-crushing hug, bouncing up and down like an ecstatic child. "This is awesome! We're going to have a big sleepover at Yang's house!"
With that, Nora released Weiss in an instant and darted back out the window, her voice ringing out once more, shouting for Phantom to break Mercury's legs amidst the cheers of the crowd below.
Curiosity piqued, Weiss made her way to the window to see what all the commotion was about. Meanwhile, Max turned his attention back to General Ironwood, examining the peculiar plastic card he had been given.
"So this card has your world's currency on it?" he asked, ensuring he understood the significance of the item in his hand. Ironwood nodded in affirmation.
"Correct. This card grants access to an Atlas military offshore account filled with lien—our world's currency. I can only imagine that you and the rest of your group do not have any change of clothes or basic necessities. This will help cover the costs, and it's my way of thanking you for your assistance today."
"Think nothing of it," Max replied, but before he could elaborate, the shouts of Nora and Weiss reached a fever pitch, drawing Ren's calm attention. He held onto Nora, watching impassively as the commotion outside continued. Ironwood and Max moved to the window, eager to see what was causing such a ruckus.
(Outside of Vale Hospital, Normal POV)
Mercury was having a decidedly rough time. One of his legs was injured, making it exceedingly difficult to keep up with the experienced huntsman before him. Qrow, a drunken yet formidable opponent, seemed to read Mercury's every move as if he were an open book.
As Mercury lunged forward with a kick using his good leg, Crow effortlessly dodged to the side, his reflexes honed by years of battle. In the blink of an eye, Qrow raised his weapon, Harbinger, ready to shoot Mercury point-blank. The younger fighter barely managed to react; his aura absorbed the brunt of the attack, but the force still sent him sprawling across the street. In a desperate attempt to rise, he stumbled over a piece of rubble from a nearby destroyed building, the jagged edge striking the back of his head and sending him crashing down again. "Give up, kid!" Qrow taunted, his voice dripping with a mixture of amusement and challenge. "You ready to give up? Because I could honestly keep this up all day." He pulled a flask from his coat pocket, hoping for a refreshing drink, but his brow furrowed when he realized it was empty. With an irritated glare at the useless container, he turned his attention back to Mercury.
"Listen, kid, I'm thirsty, and I could really use a drink. So what's it goanna be? Are you going to surrender, or do we have to keep this little dance going?"
Mercury, panting and grimacing in frustration, pushed himself up on one knee, his fiery determination igniting anew. He knew he couldn't give in—not now, not ever. As he locked eyes with Crow, a fierce resolve settled over him. This fight was far from over.
Unknown to the two combatants a building destroyed from the earlier conflicts decided to give out on that moment falling on top of Mercury before the poor assassin could realize he found himself remnants of the battle weighing down on him. "Ow," was all he could manage to utter between labored breaths. Nearby, Qrow smirked, his amusement evident as he remarked, "Looks like someone's having a streak of bad luck." He turned to witness Phantom engaging Emerald in a fierce confrontation.
Emerald was having a disastrous day. Their carefully laid plans had disintegrated, Cinder was defeated, and now she was being tossed around like a ragdoll by the so-called "veil vigilante," a relentless figure who seemed to embody every superhero trope. Frustration bubbled within her as she realized her semblance was rendered nearly useless against his 'detective mode'—whatever that was.
With a fierce swing of her weapon, she attempted to regain control, but Phantom was quicker. He deftly grasped her wrist, forcing her weapon down and wrenching it from her grip with a swift motion. The blue glow of his suit pulsed ominously, and before she could react, a jolt of electricity surged through her body. "AHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed, agony coursing through her veins as Phantom's fist connected brutally with her stomach.
The vicious onslaught continued; another punch landed squarely on her head, sending her sprawling but somehow keeping her on her feet. Just as she regained her balance, Phantom unleashed a flurry of open palm strikes—each hit resonating painfully against her stomach and face, relentless and unyielding. Finally, he relented for a moment, allowing her to stagger forward, gasping for breath.
But it was a fleeting respite. With a sudden, powerful blow to her face, her head snapped back, disorienting her. Phantom seized the opportunity, gripping her arm and yanking her forward. He delivered a crushing kick to her stomach, sending her crashing to the ground, coughing and struggling to breathe. Yet he was far from finished. He grabbed her face, slamming it against the unforgiving ground. Just as she attempted to rise, a forceful fist collided with her face once more, pain radiating through her body, and her aura flickered dangerously.
In a desperate bid to escape, she rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding his next strike. Phantom lunged forward, intent on pursuing her, but at that moment, a squad of Atlas knights descended upon him, engaging in a furious clash. Seizing the opportunity, Emerald bolted for safety. Meanwhile, Mercury managed to extricate himself from the rubble, but before he could regain his fighting stance, Emerald grasped his hand and urgently pulled him away, desperate to escape the chaos.
Pushing the robot off of him Phantom grabbed the knights weapon and open fired upon the Ursa delivering two shots to its head putting down the grim I see got up Qrow approached him "not bad kiddo not bad." However before Phantom could respond Ben and his group approached them with Ruby using her semblance to run towards her uncle "Uncle Qrowwwwwww!"
Ruby shouted happily wrapping her arms around him has she had him in a bone crushing hug.
"Hello, short stack missed me?" Ruby knotted vigorously "I miss you a lot Uncle Qrow" however before Crow could speak up a certain vigilante did "they got away." Phantom said angrily clearly greeting his teeth underneath this mask and clenching his fists with anger "that could be our only lead for a while if ever."
Phantom let out a frustrated grunt, his mood darkened by the events that had unfolded, but before he could turn and leave, he noticed Ruby standing directly in front of him. Her eyes sparkled with wonder and curiosity, a stark contrast to his own feelings of irritation.
"How does your armor work? It took incredible hits without even a scratch! And all your gadgets—how do they function? What can they do? Tell me, tell me, tell me!" Ruby's enthusiasm bubbled over, her voice a rapid-fire barrage of questions.
In a moment of exasperation, Phantom placed one hand over Ruby's mouth, while his other hand gently cradled the back of her head. He glanced over at Yang, who was watching the exchange with a knowing smile. "She's not going to stop bugging me until I tell her, is she?"
Yang chuckled and nodded, "Yeah, she's not going to stop. She's a weapon nut."
With a resigned sigh, Phantom relented, lowering his hands from Ruby's mouth. "Fine, let's go back inside. I don't feel like discussing this out in the open." As everyone else moved purposefully toward the hospital, Glenda lingered at the entrance, lost in a whirlwind of thoughts. The air was thick with the scent of antiseptic and the distant sounds of bustling activity inside, but all that felt far away to her. She stood there, her brow furrowed, gazing into the distance as if searching for answers that seemed just out of reach.
Coco, noticing Glenda's distraction, turned back and called out, "You coming, teach?" Her voice was bright and hopeful, cutting through Glenda's reverie.
Startled, Glenda snapped back to reality, her heart racing slightly. She looked at Coco, uncertainty flickering in her eyes. "Um, no… I think I'll stay out here for a little bit," she replied, her voice wavering as if she were trying to convince herself as much as Coco. The words felt heavy on her tongue, laden with doubt. She glanced back toward the hospital, the warm glow of the lights inside contrasting sharply with the coolness of the evening air around her.
Coco, sensing the hesitation in Glenda's response, decided not to press further. With a slight nod, she turned and hurried to catch up with the rest of the group, leaving Glenda standing at the entrance, enveloped in her swirling thoughts of Phantom 10.
As they made their way back to room 405, they navigated through the throng of people celebrating the vigilantes victory. The crowd cheered, voices rising in jubilant noise, and many reached out to pat Phantom on the back, requesting autographs and pictures.
Though annoyance flickered within him, he obliged, after Decca warned him that negative emotions could attract the Grim. Each signature he scribbled felt like a small concession to the weight of the moment, a reminder of the responsibility that came with their triumph.
After making their way inside and finally escaping the relentless swarm of fans who had been clamoring for the attention of the enigmatic figure known as the vigilante of Veil—now widely referred to as Phantom—the atmosphere shifted dramatically as they retreated into the small, dimly lit room that offered a brief respite from the chaos outside. The moment the heavy door swung closed behind them, sealing off the cacophony of excited voices and fervent cheers, Ruby's pent-up curiosity erupted like a geyser. Without a moment's pause, she activated her semblance, an intense energy radiating from her as she began shaking Phantom with unrestrained enthusiasm, her eyes sparkling with a mix of admiration and urgency.
"TELL ME," she exclaimed, her voice rising in pitch as she bombarded him with an avalanche of questions, "HOW DO YOUR WEAPONS WORK? WHAT WEAPONS DO YOU HAVE? HOW DOES YOUR ARMOR FUNCTION, AND WHAT CAN IT DO?!" Each query spilled forth, layered with excitement and a desperate need for understanding. Ruby was determined to uncover the secrets behind the incredible capabilities of the figure who had captivated the hearts and imaginations of so many, including her own.
However, Phantom, engulfed in a wave of frustration from having to navigate through the throngs of fervent admirers just moments before, took a deep breath to steady himself. With an air of authority that commanded respect, he enveloped Ruby in a stern gaze, his voice cutting through her whirlwind of enthusiasm. "First, stop shaking me," he said, his tone sharp and firm. "Second, sit in the corner, be quiet, and I will answer your questions one by one. If you wish to ask a question, you will raise your hand. Do I make myself clear?"
His words were laced with a palpable irritation, clearly indicating that he was still grappling with the aftermath of the overwhelming attention he had just endured. Ruby, momentarily taken aback by his intensity and the seriousness of his demeanor, felt her initial excitement wane, replaced by a sense of respect for the enigmatic figure standing before her.
As the weight of his presence settled over her, she instinctively took a step back, her heart racing as she processed his directive. With a newfound sense of decorum, she retreated to the corner of the room, her mind racing with the myriad of questions that still buzzed like fireflies in her thoughts. Now fully aware of the boundaries he had established, Ruby raised her hand, ready to embark on this intriguing journey into the secrets of Phantom's weapons and armor, eager to learn but now acutely aware of the need for patience and respect for the vigilante of Veil.
As Phantom surveyed the room, his keen green visor captured the eager faces of his audience, each one filled with anticipation. It was Gwen who finally raised her hand, her voice trembling slightly with curiosity. "Go ahead, Gwen," he said, his tone inviting yet authoritative, granting her the floor. With a deep breath, she cleared her throat, her confidence building as she posed her question. "What exactly is your armor made of? From what I've gathered, it has a weakness to magic, but not much else. What material is it made of?"
Phantom nodded thoughtfully, the sleek contours of his black armor shifting subtly as he prepared to respond. "It's made of infinitum," he stated, his voice rich with pride. "Infinitum is an exceptionally durable metal alloy crafted by the Tetramand of planet Khoros. This alloy is practically indestructible under scientific scrutiny when forged correctly. However," he continued, his tone growing serious, "it has a significant vulnerability to magic."
As the murmurs of understanding spread through the room, Ruby, her excitement palpable, raised her hand with a burst of energy. Phantom gestured for her to speak. "How does your armor work?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm, as if she were about to leap from her seat to draw closer to the enigmatic figure before her.
Phantom's response was measured, filled with the weight of experience. Weiss raised her hand, and with a nod from Phantom, she began, "So, what exactly is 'detective mode'? The name makes it obvious enough, but I would like to know the specifics of what I can do with it." Phantom nodded in affirmation and explained,
"Detective mode functions ripped straight out of the Arkham games. For the Remnant natives who are unaware, detective mode allows me a special form of x-ray vision. It enables me to see everyone within a certain radius, providing me with crucial information. I can determine how many people are in a room, what weapons they are carrying, and much more. Additionally, this mode allows me to perform autopsies on the deceased, analyzing their blood, fingerprints, and facial features for identification. I can even scan for specific substances, such as alcohol particles in the air or traces of poison."
Next, Ben raised his hand, and Phantom nodded for him to ask his question. "What other abilities does your suit have?"
"My suit has multiple capabilities," Phantom began, his voice steady. "Most notably, I can absorb kinetic energy and release it in the form of shock waves. However, my suit cannot absorb all kinetic energy, so I can still be knocked back. If struck with enough force, my suit could destabilize, allowing someone to injure me."
"My armor also possesses the ability to send electricity throughout the suit The suit is also insulated so electricity can't hurt me." He demonstrated by having electricity form that is knuckles.
"My armor also possesses an armor lock feature," he continued. "This creates a small force field around my body for up to 30 seconds, with a cool down of 20 seconds. During the armor lock phase, I am 100% indestructible. While I cannot move, nothing can hurt me or move me, making me an unmovable object."
Phantom kneeled down, placing one arm on the floor while raising the other arm into the air. Suddenly, a translucent shield enveloped him, shimmering with energy as he showcased the invulnerability of the armor lock.
"My suit also has the ability to shoot out phase discs that allow me to phase through solid objects it's what I used to free Amber from her pod." Phantom made the finger gun motion he did earlier that day shooting the small disc onto the wall along with shooting four more phasing his finger through the wall.
"I can also change the color and shape of my armor at will," he added, shifting the patterns and hues of his suit seamlessly, creating a dazzling display. "Additionally, I have the unique ability to stick to walls, though I cannot walk up them."
With that, Phantom leaped gracefully onto the wall, his suit adhering to the surface as he hung there for a moment, demonstrating his ability to defy gravity. The group watched in awe as he effortlessly maintained his position, the nanites working in perfect harmony to keep him glued to the wall.
"I also have access to a small pocket
Dimension," he continued, jumping down from the wall and landing softly. "I use this space to store items such as ammunition, other weapons, gadgets, survival gear, rations, and other tradable goods."
"My suit features a bubble shield function as well," he added, though he refrained from demonstrating this ability.
"This creates a force field large enough to protect a small group of people in emergencies, lasting up to five minutes."
Phantom then activated the holographic heads-up display in his visor, showcasing a virtual screen filled with data and maps.
"I also have a holographic projector built into my suit, allowing me to manifest decoys of myself not to mention replay videos and of course as some of you have already witnessed allow Decca to be displayed however I need to be in close proximity with the holograms otherwise they fade out The projectors are not that powerful add finally my masks has it built-in filtration system so poisons and other gases won't affect me." Phantom sad pointing towards his mask.
"I also do have a personal heads up holographic display. And also mute all sound look onto specific sounds and even mute myself to have private conversations with Decca And finally My suit also records everything that happens in both visual and audio formats, ensuring that I never miss a moment."
The room filled with a sense of wonder and intrigue as Phantom concluded his demonstration, leaving everyone eager to learn more about the capabilities of his extraordinary suit.
The room went silent for a bit processing the information Phantom give them eventually Nora raised her hand and Phantom noted for her to ask for question
"Do you have any melee weapons like a hammer?" As soon as Nora finished your question Phantom spoke "I don't particularly carry warhammers for combat as for mainly weapons I do carry a large number most notably different types of knuckle dusters or brass knuckles for those who are unaware I also carry three different pairs of knives."
Holding out his hand a long knife with a black handle and did the gunmetal gray blade "this is a tactical bowie blade 5160 spring steel RE4 this is my well-rounded knife it has good range good for chopping slicing and cutting"
( Jack Krauser knife from resident evil)
In a flash of green light the 5160 was replaced by a large knife the blade was curved at an angle and had a massive belly towards the tip it had a green round military handle
"This is a kukri most notable for chopping this is a survival knife however it is useful in combat I mostly utilize it for a tool to survive out in the wilderness."
(Noble 4/Emil's kukri from Halo reach)
Finally the kukri disappeared and most replaced by a black knife that seemed to be a mix between brass knuckles and a knife it wasn't an official handle as The polls for your fingers is in the middle of the boy The blade 15 inches long curving outwards and have five triangular points on the edge where the knuckles would be and looked extremely dangerous and deadly
(f Asuma saratobi's trench knives from Naruto)
"These are my trench knives there are mix between breast knuckles and knives allow me to not only perform punches but also thrusts stabs cuts and chops all at once these knives are specifically made for combat." Waving his hand the knife disappeared "I also do have a a short sword a scimitar and a broadsword however it's getting late so I suggest we all get rest we need to be fully awake tomorrow."
With this, Max nodded in agreement, his expression brightening as he recalled their plans for the following day. "That's right! Tomorrow we're going shopping," he said, a hint of excitement in his voice. "General Ironwood was gracious enough to provide us with funds, allowing us to stock up on basic necessities and, of course, some new clothing. After that, we'll have to make our way to Patch."
But Ben, ever the optimist, had a different idea to wrap up the evening on a more uplifting note. "Wait a second!" he interjected, his eyes sparkling with mischief, a hint of excitement dancing in his voice.
The dimly lit room, filled with the soft hum of conversation and the faint scent of antiseptic, seemed to pulse with newfound energy as he turned toward Kevin. A playful grin spread across his face, illuminating the weariness of the day. "Kevin, you got what I asked for after we got to the hospital?"
Kevin's face lit up with enthusiasm, his eyes wide like a child's on Christmas morning. He nodded eagerly, the corners of his mouth curving upward. With a flourish, he reached into the depths of his pocket, pulling out a small, black case that seemed to shimmer with promise. He tossed it to Ben, who caught it deftly, the weight of it feeling significant in his hands.
Without wasting a moment, Ben unzipped the case, and as the zipper slid open, a treasure trove of DVDs spilled forth like jewels cascading from a treasure chest. Each disc reflected the soft glow of the overhead lights, each one a gateway to the worlds of Earth's media, igniting excitement among the Remnant natives who gathered around. The first to speak was Sun, his curiosity piqued as he tilted his head, "DVDs?"
Ben nodded enthusiastically. "Not just any DVDs! These DVDs come from Earth." Just then, Amber walked into the room, her presence commanding attention. She had just been examined by the doctors after her time in the stasis pod, and the relief on her face was palpable. As she joined the group, her gaze fell upon the scattered collection of DVDs, and her eyes widened at the sight.
One DVD caught her eye in particular—*Star Wars: Clone Wars Season 1*. Remembering Phantom's mention of the Clone Wars, she reached out, her fingers grazing the slick surface of the case. Ben noticed her interest and smiled, a sense of camaraderie washing over him. "Ah, good choice!" he exclaimed, his voice carrying warmth.
Ruby, ever the inquisitive one, leaned forward, her excitement palpable. "Which one did you pick?" she asked, her voice a blend of eagerness and anticipation. But before Amber could respond, Ben chimed in, cutting through the air with enthusiasm.
"That is Star Wars: Clone Wars! In our world, Star Wars is a movie series that spans multiple generations of a galactic war. This one delves into the first galactic conflict in more detail, referred to as the Clone Wars, where the United Republic battles against the Separatists with their army of cloned soldiers. I think you'll like this, Ruby; there are a lot of cool weapons in this show."
At the mention of weapons, Ruby could hardly contain herself. She jumped up and down, her excitement bubbling over as she chanted, "Play it! Play it! Play it! Play, play, play it!"
Ben chuckled, shaking his head in amusement as he made his way to the TV. He gently placed the DVD into the built-in player, the soft whirring of the machine filling the room as everyone settled down on the plush couches, anticipation crackling in the air.
Just then, the door creaked open, revealing Phantom as he stepped out into the hallway. "All of you have fun," he said, his voice steady and calm. "I'm going to the roof."
Before anyone could respond, he closed the door behind him, leaving the group to their own devices. They exchanged glances, a blend of concern and understanding washing over them, but decided to let Phantom have his space.
As the opening credits of Star Wars: Clone Wars began to play, the room filled with vibrant colors and epic music, transporting them to a galaxy far, far away. Laughter, gasps, and excited chatter erupted as they immersed themselves in the thrilling adventures unfolding on screen, the bonds of friendship strengthening with every pulse of the story. The trials of the day faded away, leaving only the magic of storytelling and the warmth of camaraderie in its wake.
(Vail hospital roof normal POV)
As Phantom reached the rooftop, the remnants of the city sprawled beneath him like a shattered mosaic, each fragment telling a story of loss and devastation. The air was thick with silence, broken only by the distant echoes of a once-thriving metropolis. He settled at the edge, legs dangling over the precipice, allowing himself a rare moment of stillness as he contemplated the chaos that surrounded them.
In that vulnerable silence, Decca materialized in his palm, her holographic form shimmering like a beacon in the twilight. She looked up at him, her digital eyes filled with concern, and asked softly, "You okay, big guy?" Phantom hesitated, the weight of her question hanging heavily in the air.
"I'm fine, Decca," he replied, the words tumbling out with a practiced ease that did little to mask the turmoil within. Decca, however, was not easily deceived. She tilted her head, her expression a mix of understanding and concern. "You do realize Azmuth programmed me to tell when you're lying, right?" Phantom's silence loomed between them, a tense pause as he clenched his fist tightly, feeling the cool metal of his gauntlet dig into his palm. Decca's voice broke through the quiet once more, probing deeper into his turmoil. "Is this about the voice that spoke before Cinder was teleported away?"
Finally, Phantom spoke, his voice low and laden with the weight of unspoken fears. "That's one of the things Ironwood isn't telling us—the full story. There's more, but I think we'll keep that to ourselves for now."
Decca tilted her holographic head, processing his words with a thoughtful gaze. "And why is that?"
Phantom took a moment, the silence stretching as he contemplated the fragile web of trust that hung between them. "Because they still don't trust us fully. Trust is a two-way street. They're only telling us half-truths to keep us satisfied for now. But there's definitely more… and for now, we are not going to push the subject."
Decca's digital eyebrow furrowed with curiosity, her voice tinged with urgency as she pressed on, "And why exactly are we not pushing the subject? If they're hiding something, we should uncover it."
Phantom, his movements deliberate and steady, stepped back from the precarious edge of the building, positioning himself toward the safer center as he replied. "Because we need them just as much as they need us. As much as I hate to admit it, I don't think we can make significant progress without their assistance. Plus, we stick out like a sore thumb. If we make a wrong move, they'll be able to find us, and that's the last thing we need right now."
Decca considered his words, a frown creasing the smooth surface of her interface. Yet, her determination was unwavering. "Given the current circumstances, they need us more than we need them. That gives us leverage to push for answers."
As she spoke, Phantom extended his hand, summoning a sleeping bag and a pillow from his subspace storage. The items emerged with a quiet whoosh, materializing effortlessly the dim light of the evening. He began to set them up on the cold rooftop, the fabric rustling softly against the concrete.
"I don't think it would be wise to push," he continued, his voice steady, yet tinged with caution. "Ironwood is already wary of us. The last thing we need is to provoke his ire."
Decca's circuits buzzed with frustration, yet she pressed on, unwilling to relent. "What about Qrow?"
Phantom cut her off without missing a beat. "Are you really going to trust anything that comes out of his mouth? Given how he acts—and Glenda's reaction—it's likely he's almost always drunk."
Understanding the weight of his argument, Decca nodded slowly, but another name lingered on her lips, urging her to voice it. "Okay, but what about—"
Before she could finish, Phantom interrupted her with a firm, unyielding tone. "No." His response was final, leaving no room for further debate. Recognizing the sensitivity of the topic, Decca chose to let it go, sensing the tension that had begun to creep into their conversation.
With a soft sigh, she powered down, her holographic display fading into darkness. The atmosphere around them settled into a comfortable stillness, punctuated only by the distant sounds of the city below. Meanwhile, Phantom curled himself into the sleeping bag, feeling the cool night air wrap around him. He gazed up at the vast expanse of the night sky, the shattered moon looming above like a ghostly sentinel. Its jagged edges caught the faint light, casting an ethereal glow over the landscape, a stark reminder of the chaos they faced.
As he stared up at the stars, each one twinkling with distant promise, Phantom wondered silently what tomorrow would bring, the unknown stretching out before him like an uncharted path, filled with both peril and possibility.
(Unknown location unknown time phantoms POV)
Phantom plummeted through an endless void, a suffocating darkness that seemed to stretch into infinity, where whispers of the tormented curled around him like a sinister fog. The cacophony of voices clawed at his mind, each sound a jagged shard of despair, intertwining with his thoughts as he fell deeper into the abyss. He was trapped, unable to move, unable to drown out the haunting murmurs that filled the air—"legionnaires!" they cried, the word echoing relentlessly, a desperate mantra that reverberated through the darkness.
As he continued to fall, the atmosphere thickened with the sounds of blaster fire, sharp and unforgiving, mingling with the frantic shouts of soldiers caught in a brutal struggle. The piercing screams of the dying filled the air, a symphony of agony that crescendoed into a nightmarish chorus. Phantom could almost taste the metallic tang of blood as the darkness morphed before his eyes, shifting from pitch black to a horrific crimson, illuminating the twisted faces of those who had suffered unspeakably. Each visage was a grotesque reminder of violence, their expressions etched with a pain that transcended death, their silent screams reverberating within the very fabric of his nightmare.
Suddenly, he landed with a bone-jarring thud on the cold ground, a shiver racing up his spine. As he steadied himself, a deep, mocking voice slithered through the shadows, dripping with contempt. "STILL THE SCARED LITTLE CHILD FROM BEFORE HOW…PATHETIC." The laughter that followed was cruel and relentless, echoing cruelly in the darkness, a cacophony of derision that clawed at his already fraying nerves.
Insults rained down upon him like a torrential downpour, each word striking with brutal precision, chipping away at the fragile remnants of his resolve. Phantom instinctively curled into a tight ball, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he sought refuge from the onslaught of voices that tormented him. "No, no, no, no, no," he whispered, the desperate chant spilling from his lips like a fragile hope, a futile attempt to drown out the horrors that surrounded him.
Then, with a sudden jolt, he shot up from his sleeping bag, gasping for air, his heart racing in a frantic rhythm as he struggled to contain the scream that threatened to erupt from his throat. The remnants of the nightmare clung to him like a suffocating shroud, the echoes of the abyss still whispering in his ears—a dark reminder that the shadows were never truly gone, always lurking just beyond the veil of his consciousness, ready to ensnare him once more in their twisted embrace.
"Phantom, are you okay?" Decca's voice was tinged with concern, cutting through the early morning calm. Phantom, still reeling from the shadows of his nightmare, responded with a curt, "I'm fine." Deep down, Decca sensed the lie, but she also understood that he wouldn't divulge what weighed on his mind.
He glanced at the time displayed on his heads-up display built-in to his mask it read: 6:00 AM. Summoning an energy bar from his pocket storage, he began to chew slowly, trying to ground himself in the moment. As he took another bite, the door leading to the roof creaked open, prompting him to turn in greeting to the familiar figure stepping through.
(Room 405, a few minutes earlier normal POV)
The echoes of laughter and excitement from the Star Wars marathon still lingered in the air, as the Remnant natives had been thoroughly captivated by the tales of the Clone Wars. However, amidst the camaraderie and the shared joy, one member of the group found herself struggling to find rest. Ruby lay wide awake, staring blankly at the ceiling, her thoughts a whirlwind of memories centered on her dear friend Penny. Now that the battle of Beacon had finally concluded, she had the time to reflect on everything that had transpired, each moment washing over her like waves.
Feeling the weight of her thoughts pressing down, Ruby decided that some fresh air might do her good. She tiptoed around the sleeping forms of her friends, careful not to disturb their slumber. The hospital, miraculously untouched by the chaos that had swept through their world, had become a refuge, allowing them to stay together in one room for safety. Reaching the door, she gently pushed it open and slipped out into the cool, quiet corridor, making her way toward the stairs that would lead her to the roof, seeking solace under the vast expanse of the sky.
(Vail Hospital Roof, present time normal POV)
"I'm s-s-sorry, I d-d-didn't mean to i-i-interrupt y-you," Ruby stuttered, her voice trembling as she struggled to find the right words to express her feelings. Her heart raced, and she felt a knot tightening in her stomach. She turned her gaze away, ready to flee from the scene, but before she could take a step, Phantom rose from his seat and placed a steadying hand on her shoulder, grounding her in the moment.
"Who was it?" he asked, his voice low and steady, drawing Ruby's attention back to him. The question hung in the air, thick with unspoken emotions, and Ruby was momentarily confused. Did he really want to know?
With a deep breath, he clarified, "Who was the person you lost?" The weight of his inquiry pressed down on her, and Ruby's eyes widened as the memories surged forth. Finally, she found the courage to speak, her voice barely above a whisper, "H-her name was P-Penny… P-Penny Polendina… I-I knew what was going to happen, I-I just… I just couldn't get there in time. Mercury told me everything, but I was too late… s-she died, and I… I couldn't do anything… I didn't have my weapon… I felt so utterly useless… like I w-wasn't even there to help her." Her voice breaks, tears streaming down her face as she struggles to breathe.
Ruby continued to cry as she and Phantom watched the sunrise, its warm light illuminating the devastated city of Vale. Her cries eventually transformed into soft sobs, and, after a time, those too faded into silence as she finally calmed down.
In that poignant moment, the atmosphere shifted. Decca suddenly activated his heads-up display in his mask, and the haunting video of Penny's demise flickered to life before them. The tragic scene revealed Pyrrha, her semblance of polarity at its peak, manipulating the very strings of her flying array blades. In a horrifying display, she wrapped the metal string of the blades around her own limbs, twisting and pulling with a force that betrayed her own intentions. The moment was surreal as the blades sliced through the air, rippingtragedy.
Phantom mused, his masked visage betraying no emotion, "So, Pyrrha was tricked into this?" Ruby could only nod, tears glistening in her eyes, the weight of loss pressing heavily upon her.
Together, they stood in silence, the remnants of Vale spread out before them as Ruby's cries morphed into quiet sobs, which eventually faded into a profound stillness. They gazed out over the shattered landscape, the dawn breaking slowly on the horizon. The sun's light spilled across the ruins, casting long shadows that mirrored the depth of their shared grief.
Noticing something on the display, Phantom's attention sharpened. He zoomed in on Penny's body, his mind racing as he realized there was no blood. Confusion washed over him as he came to a startling conclusion: she wasn't human but a machine. However, the presence of an aura bar indicated she was more than just a simple construct. "I'm confused. I thought only living things could have an aura. If Penny is an Android, then how come she has an aura?" Phantom asked abruptly, turning his gaze to Ruby.
"Well, she didn't explain everything to me, but she told me she was the first artificial person to have an aura," Ruby replied, her voice shaky but steady. Satisfied with this answer for now, Phantom continued.
"So, Ruby, I have a question for you." Ruby turned to him, anticipation building. "What are you going to do now?"
"Huh?" Ruby responded, momentarily distracted by the horizon. Phantom pressed on, his voice steady and probing. "I see that fire in your eyes. You want to do something. You want justice for your friend. So my question is: how are you going to achieve that?" He turned to her, his visor reflecting the sun's rays, creating a glint that mirrored the intensity of his inquiry. "Are you going to seek vengeance against those responsible for Penny's death?"
"Wha?" Ruby was taken aback by his words, but Phantom continued, undeterred. "Or will you learn from what you've experienced? Will you expand upon what you already know and use this pain to better yourself? To uplift those around you? To protect the people who remain? Will you carry out your friend's dreams, ensuring that her sacrifice is not in vain?"
Without hesitation, Ruby spoke, her voice stronger now. "I—I want to get better. I want to become stronger. I don't want this to happen again."
"Then Penny's not truly dead," Phantom asserted, turning his gaze back toward the city. "Huh?" Ruby replied, her mind racing to comprehend his words. Phantom clarified, "Someone I once knew told me that no one is truly dead as long as their memories live on within us. It's our duty to carry those memories, to honor their sacrifices and uphold their dreams. That is why, Ruby, I will train you five days a week. You'll have the weekends off, but I will push you to your limits and beyond. You will improve, and you will grow stronger."
Phantom placed his hand firmly on Ruby's shoulder, their gazes locking as her silver irises met the green visor of his mask. "You will learn how to fight without your weapon, how to survive in the most dangerous places, to analyze a crime scene, and much more. Ruby, are you ready?"
Ruby stood silent for a moment, the weight of his words settling in. Then, with a spark of determination igniting within her, she nodded, her eyes shining bright as she met Phantom's unwavering gaze. "Yes," she replied, her voice infused with resolve.
Phantom acknowledged her with a subtle nod, raising his palm to reveal a hologram of Ruby fighting in the Vital Festival. "Let's start by addressing the fact that, from what I can tell, you do not know anything about hand-to-hand combat. Am I correct in assuming that?" Ruby could only nod, a hint of sheepishness creeping into her demeanor. Her father and sister had both voiced concerns about her overreliance on Crescent Rose, and she had always felt out of sync with Yang's brawling style or her father's traditional approach.
"And I take it that Yang and your father did try to teach you hand-to-hand, but it didn't work out, did it?" Phantom continued, prompting Ruby to look away, a flush of embarrassment coloring her cheeks.
"Yeah, it didn't feel right, and it really didn't work out for me," Ruby admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Understandable," Phantom responded, his tone steady. "You are not made for those types of fighting styles." Ruby tilted her head in curiosity as he elaborated. "You rely heavily on your speed, agility, and a bit of acrobatics. A brawling style like that wouldn't suit you; you need something more akin to kickboxing or Wing Chun."
With a practiced fluidity, Phantom slipped into a fighting stance and gestured for Ruby to mimic him. "We will start your training off slow. I'm going to ease you into the Katas, which means learning the foundational fighting stances along with several moves. You will practice these until they become second nature, and then we will build upon that. Every day, when you wake up, you will do fifty repetitions of each movement until it becomes instinctual."
Nodding in agreement, Ruby began to perform the movements alongside him. Phantom offered corrections and guidance whenever she faltered, but each adjustment felt like a step toward improvement rather than a setback. With every motion, Ruby felt a growing sense of empowerment, as if she was not just training her body but fortifying her spirit to protect her friends against the challenges that lay ahead.
(Inside room 405 7:00)
Ben, Kevin, and Gwen slowly stirred from the unforgiving hard floor of the hospital, their bodies stiff from the uncomfortable night. Around them, the remnant natives began to wake, stretching and exchanging sleepy greetings after the intense Star Wars marathon that had kept them glued to their seats until the early hours. However, amidst the chatter and camaraderie, Yang sat in silence, her heart heavy with worry as she glanced around the room.
"Hey guys, where's Ruby?" she finally broke the silence, her voice tinged with concern.
Ben, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes, shrugged slightly. "I don't know. She wasn't here when I woke up. Maybe you could text her?"
With a determined nod, Yang retrieved her scroll and swiftly typed out a message. A few tense minutes passed before her device chimed with a response.
"This is Phantom. I am training your sister on the roof. She is currently eating. We will be up here for a little while."
Yang read the message aloud, relief washing over her as she nodded in understanding. Just then, her stomach let out a loud, unmistakable growl, drawing laughter from her friends.
"Well, I guess that's a sign to get breakfast," Kevin chuckled, rising to his feet and heading toward the door. The rest of the group quickly followed suit, except for Ben and Jaune, who lingered behind, their attention drawn to the red-headed girl resting on the medical bed.
"So, Pyrrha, right?" Ben said, attempting to recall the names from the previous night. Pyrrha looked up at him, a soft smile gracing her lips as she nodded in affirmation. 0"Hello again," she replied warmly, her voice gentle and inviting.
Ben felt a spark of inspiration as he continued, "I wanted to ask if I could potentially speed up the healing process of your leg using one of my aliens."
Her curiosity piqued, Pyrrha tilted her head and asked, "Oh really? How would that work?"
"One of my aliens swampfire has the ability to create healing spores by inhaling them it should speed up the healing process of your leg." Thinking it over she saw nothing wrong with it especially with the circumstances of Cinder's still at large
It would be best for her to be at full fighting strength sooner rather than later so she nodded "Go for it Ben."
Nodding in understanding, Ben activated the Omnitrix, his fingers deftly pressing down on the dial. A familiar green light erupted around him, casting a radiant glow that illuminated the surroundings. As the light swirled and danced, Ben's form began to shift, towering before the two Huntsmen in training. He transformed into a striking figure, standing an impressive seven feet tall. His skin gleamed in an olive green hue, adorned with intricate black splotches that sprawled across his neck, shoulders, and the sides of his stomach like the patterns of shadows beneath a dense forest canopy.
His face was a deep shade of black, encircled by vibrant red and yellow flowers that resembled wild, untamed hair, each petal radiating with life. Red, flower-like spikes protruded from his shoulders, enhancing his otherworldly presence with an air of fierce beauty. As the transformation sequence came to a dramatic close, Ben's voice resonated with excitement, echoing through the air, "Swampfire!"
Jaune, who had yet to witness either Phantom or Ben in such an astonishing metamorphosis, stood frozen in awe. His eyes widened, reflecting the sheer wonder of the spectacle before him; the transformed Methanosian was a breathtaking sight, a vivid blend of power and ethereal charm that left him spellbound.
Pyrrha, however, remained unfazed. Having observed Phantom's transformation the previous night, she was prepared for this moment. As Swampfire glided closer, he extended a hand towards her, his fingers delicate yet confident. With a nasally voice that held an odd mixture of reassurance, he said, "This is going to feel a bit weird. All you have to do is just breathe it in." From Swampfire's hand, multiple small white spherical orbs floated gracefully into the air. As Pyrrha inhaled the spores, a tingling sensation coursed through her body, reminiscent of a gentle tickle, until it gradually faded away, leaving her feeling light and invigorated. Just then, a firm knock echoed at the door, startling Ben. He quickly pressed the Omnitrix, transforming back into his human form before opening the door to reveal General Ironwood, who was pushing a wheelchair in front of him.
"I hope I'm not interrupting," the general began with a warm smile, "but I need Miss Nikos for a bit." At the mention of her name, Pyrrha straightened up in her hospital bed, her curiosity piqued. "Sure thing, General. What do you need me for?"
Ironwood's expression softened as he replied, "It's Calypso. She wishes to speak with you." At the sound of the name, Pyrrha couldn't help but beam with joy, her heart swelling with anticipation. However, the other two boys in the room remained clueless, prompting her partner Jaune to voice his confusion.
"Who's Calypso?" he asked, his brow furrowed in wonder. Still smiling, Pyrrha replied with warmth in her voice, "My mother." Both Jaune And Ben we're surprised to say the least however before either boy could ask any more questions The general spoke up again "we currently have her on hold in the communications room which is why I brought this." He pats the wheelchair as he pushed it closer to the bed.
Jaune and Ben both help pyrrha out of bed The two boys holding her shoulders and back easing her gently into the chair as soon as she was situated Jaune grabbed both of the handles and pushed her out of the room with Ben and general Ironwood following behind.
(Hospital cafeteria earlier that day normal POV)
The day had been heavy with the weight of the previous evening's events. A massive terrorist attack had rocked the city of Vale, leaving devastation in its wake and the air thick with unease. As the group gathered in the hospital cafeteria, the lingering chaos outside felt worlds away, a distant reminder of the challenges they faced. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, illuminating the sterile environment, while the clatter of trays and low murmurs filled the space, creating a strange juxtaposition of normalcy amidst turmoil.
As they entered, the group was immediately enveloped by the unmistakable aroma of hospital food—an unappetizing mix of bland vegetables and overcooked meats that clung to the air like an unwelcome guest. Several stomachs growled in protest, a humorous reminder of their need for nourishment after the long night. Gwen, Weiss, and Yang quickly claimed a table by the window, eager to settle in and escape the weight of their surroundings, while the others dispersed to gather what food they could.
Once seated, the trio exchanged glances, their spirits oddly lightened by the shared experience. The events of the day before still loomed large in their minds, but they sought solace in conversation. Weiss, ever the instigator of friendly debates, broke the silence, her voice cutting through the tension. "So, what are your thoughts on Clone Wars?" she asked, her expression a mix of curiosity and challenge.
Yang's eyes lit up, her enthusiasm infectious. "It was glorious!" she exclaimed, practically bouncing in her seat. "The battles, the lightsabers, and the characters! It had everything you could want in a show!" Her voice rose with excitement, a stark contrast to the somber atmosphere outside.
Weiss, however, wore a skeptical look. "Sure, it had its moments, but let's be real. The storytelling wasn't exactly the best. Some arcs dragged on forever, while others felt rushed. It's like they were trying to cram too much into too little time," she countered, crossing her arms defiantly, her brow furrowing as she recalled certain episodes that had been particularly frustrating.
Gwen, who had been quietly absorbing their conversation, nodded thoughtfully. "I see both sides, really. Some of the character development was impressive, especially with Ahsoka. She goes from being Anakin's apprentice to a strong, independent figure. That's a pretty cool arc!" Yet, she couldn't ignore the flaws. "But there were definitely episodes that felt like filler. You could skip them entirely and not miss anything important."
Yang waved her hands dismissively, her laughter ringing like a bell. "You two are missing the point! The action was what made it glorious! The lightsaber duels, the strategy, and Heavy! He brought so much humor and heart to the series!"
Weiss raised an eyebrow, a teasing smirk on her lips. "Oh, come on, Yang. You only really liked it after Heavy was introduced. Before that, you were indifferent at best!" She leaned back, crossing her arms triumphantly.
Yang chuckled, her grin unwavering. "Okay, okay, you got me there! But Heavy was a game changer! His character brought a whole new vibe, and his interactions with the rest of the team were hilarious! Plus, the sheer absurdity of his size and personality made him unforgettable!"
Gwen chimed in, eager to balance the conversation. "And let's not forget the animation style. It was innovative for its time, capturing the essence of the Star Wars universe while giving it a unique flair. But I get it—some of the character designs were a bit… questionable."
"Exactly!" Weiss agreed, her expression softening. "Despite its flaws, Clone Wars did introduce us to some unforgettable characters and epic battles. However, I just wish it had maintained that level of storytelling throughout the first season."
As their laughter filled the cafeteria, it became a refuge from the outside world, a space where they could momentarily forget the chaos and devastation that had invaded their lives. Their friendship, forged in the fires of battle and tempered by shared experiences, shone brightly even in the darkest of times.
However, before they could continue their conversation, Gwen felt a shadow loom over her. Curious, she looked up and was met with the sight of a tall young man. His short black spiky hair contrasted sharply with his striking features, and he wore a vibrant green short-sleeved kimono that flowed gracefully with his movements. Complementing his outfit were green gloves that hugged his hands, brown pants that seemed both durable and flexible, and sturdy black boots that completed his ensemble. His deep black eyes and dark skin tone added an air of intensity to his presence.
Standing beside him was another young man with dark skin, dressed in a striking red sleeveless shirt that showcased his muscular build. He had a black belt equipped with multiple pouches, ready for any situation, and wore black pants that were both practical and sleek. His red and black sneakers added a touch of flair to his outfit. Just as Gwen was about to inquire about their identities, the rest of the group returned, with Coco recognizing
them immediately, along with Velvet. "Well, Yatsu and Fox, about time y'all showed up!" Coco exclaimed with a cheerful smile.
A N
Man, that was a long chapter! According to the app I write this on, it says it's 1,167 words. It's crazy to believe that this is the longest chapter I've ever written in just two weeks! It's hard to fathom how much ground was covered in this chapter, and I want to take a moment to explain a few things. One question a friend raised was why Phantom decided to open up to the group about his armor abilities. To answer that, they will be working together, and they will undoubtedly face villains from Ben's universe, as well as Cinder's faction. So it was only a matter of time before he shared at least some details about his combat capabilities to help better coordinate during battle and help come up with strategies and quite possibly team attacks.
One thing I bet y'all weren't expecting was for me to teach Ruby how to fight without her weapon. It's something I've always pondered. I felt that Yang would have likely tried to teach Ruby to fight, but it might not have worked out due to Yang's brawler style. There have been multiple instances where individuals struggle to learn martial arts simply because their bodies are not suited for it, which can make it feel like the body is fighting against you, hindering your ability to master the moves.
Another point I want to touch upon is the knives I chose for Phantom. These knives felt like they would perfectly complement Phantom's fighting style and would just look really cool. If you need pictures, I've included the names of the knives owned by the characters, so you can look them up and see what they look like. They are genuinely impressive, especially Jack's knife. And yes, I did borrow some abilities from Halo, specifically the armor lock and bubble shield. I don't care if you don't like Halo—I just finished playing Reach not long ago, and I absolutely love it. Reach is one of the best games I've played and currently ties for my favorite alongside Halo 2 and ODST.
Lastly, I did some research on Pyrrha's parents. From what I found on a website called World Anvil, her parents' names were Calypso and Alexander Nikos. I liked those names, so I decided to go with them. Anyway, that's all the points I wanted to cover in this author's note.
Next time, as the team prepares to reunite with the other members of Team CFVY, Jaune, Pyrrha, Ben, and General Ironwood will get ready to meet Calypso. We will also see what the villains are up to as they lick their wounds and pray that their mistress does not punish them too harshly. Until next time on Dimensional Heroes of Remnant, stay safe and have a nice day!
PS One thing I forgot to mention I'm adding this just before I post so I don't sure why I put PS but I'm going to leave it there swampfire is using his UAF design.