I do not own RvB, the lore and items of Halo, nor RWBY. They belong to 343 Industries and Rooster Teeth.
So, there was a question that asked if their armors were based off from Halo 3 or Infinite, and to answer that question, they are using the Halo Infinite type. All the Reds and Blues wear armor similar to the Master Chief from Infinite but instead they have their original colors on them. For Felix and Locus, they just retain their usual armor.
The stomping of boots sounded off as leaves and sticks got crushed underneath it. After his battle with the three Ursai, Church had been wandering off by himself, not knowing what to do next. He kept pondering on his next move, go find the stupid relics in this big-ass forest that seemed to just go around in circles, or find his teammates. Accidentally bumping into one of the new students was not on his list because that would jeopardize their plan so he carefully trekked through the scenery.
"Gods, this fucking initiation blows!" he groaned. It was extremely tedious. They were given no map. They get fucking yeeted with the only way to land was that you do it yourself, and were vaguely told to go north, so yeah, really fucking helpful there. Church was debating on whether to kill or not to kill the headmaster after this. But, on the good side of things, after doing this stupid task, they get the whole day for themselves after which was a big plus. Now with newfound resolve, Church quickened his pace through the forest.
If only their armors were given GPSs too, not only motion trackers…
That would've been great.
As he walked through the woodland that was coincidentally nor mysteriously located near the school; Church didn't know if the school was built here intentionally; he saw a blip appear on his tracker that was designated as a friendly.
In his current situation, it meant two things. It could be his fellow sim-troopers, or it could have been another Beacon initiate.
He hid behind a bush. Crouching so low so he could not be spotted, with only the barrel of his sniper slightly poking out. He checked his trackers to where the blip was so he aimed his gun at the direction of it. He peered through the scope and saw someone who was the last person he would rather be partners with. That person has the equivalent worth of Caboose being his partner in Church's eyes. Said person was also firing his DMR killing beowulves with such precision that his massive ego began clouding his judgement as he failed to notice a beringel that was sneaking right behind him.
'Welp, he dug his grave. I ain't helping him.' Church thought as he slowly backed up. His conscience kept bugging him with guilt that he was a fellow member of his group, but his bigger shoulder devil kept assuring him that the fool that was busy killing grimm would be fine. Being the jerk that he was, Church trusted his gut instinct that he better finds his other blue teammates quickly, even if he had to put up with Caboose. Which was fine by the way because at least he could order his men around rather than butting heads with the psychopath that was basically mass murdering grimm while proclaiming that he was some sort of iconic celebrity.
Alas, luck was never on his side. As he tried to slowly inch away, the jackass that was on a massacre got swatted by the beringel and crash landed on the blue sim trooper, sending both armored men tumbling.
"Why the hell do we keep bumping to each other!?" Church yelled.
"Trust me, I really hate this as much as you do." Came the snappy reply of the familiar orange and grey armored mercenary.
Church stood up and checked to see if his sniper was okay. "Well, I was planning on ditching you, dickhead."
Felix did a kip up as he dusted off his armor and talked back to Church. "Wait, you were leaving me to get mauled by those shitbags? Have a conscience asshole. You could have helped."
"Hey, I'm pretty sure you would do the same to me."
There was a pause before Felix answered. "Huh, touché."
With them busy bickering, they failed to notice a griffon diving straight towards them. It screeched a horrible sound which made the two troopers look right at it. They raised their guns but it was too late, the grimm was so close now. But suddenly.
*BANG!*
It got completely decimated and its ashes were now raining on the two.
"Unfortunate." A very familiar catchphrase and voice that spoke up from the tree branch. Both Church and Felix looked up to see Locus de-cloaking himself. The other half of the mercenaries was carrying a railgun in his hands and a SAW strapped on his armor's back.
'I don't get paid enough to watch over these fools.' Locus thought bitterly.
"Hey, Locus. Thanks for the quick save partner!" Felix called out.
"Dude, I'll give you the tank in exchange for that sweet weapon!" Church followed Felix's statement.
All Locus would do was just groan tiredly. He needed a raise for trying to deal with all of them on a daily basis. Its like he was the only link that avoided the group from dissolution due to their constant bickering and disagreement of each other.
"Follow me." he ordered them, "the temple must be this way."
He hopped off the branch that somehow miraculously supported the weight of his armor and then walked into the temple's direction. Felix and Church followed closely. As they walked, Church asked on what they were all saying in their heads.
"I wonder where the rest of the guys are?"
"To hell with this bullshit!" Tucker cursed. To say he was upset would be an understatement. He was fucking pissed. First, he gets yeeted into uncharted territories full of man-eating monsters. Then gets lost for many minutes trying to find the damn temple, And lastly, meeting Caboose, of all people, in his search. As if things couldn't get any worse, he gets bombarded with the same stupid question after five seconds. "Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?" Caboose kept asking over and over again.
"For the last time Caboose, we aren't there yet! If you ask me the same thing again I will fucking shoot you on the spot!"
"Okay!"
"No Caboose, I need you to promise to me, that you will be quiet." Tucker reiterated firmly.
"So, does it mean we'll play the quiet game?"
"Yes Caboose…" Tucker sighed, relieved that he could make Caboose understand. "We play the queit game."
Unfortunately, it didn't last long. Tucker accidentally stepped on a twig, making it snap underneath his armor's boots.
"Oh, you lost Tucker. You made a sound. I win, yes!"
"Fuck!" Tucker shouted in anger.
Suddenly, a voice asked "Tucker, Caboose?"
Tucker snapped to attention and aimed his gun in the location of the voice. "Who goes there? Show yourself."
"Wait, wait, it's just me!" the voice responded pleadingly. Tucker couldn't help but notice the voice sounded familiar. Then afterwards, Doc showed himself, appearing from behind a few trees and bushes.
"Hey guys! How's it going? I thought I'd run into someone else, but luckily its you!" Doc greeted them with positivity.
"Hello Doctor Doc. Are you lost? We are making a search party so we can find Church!" Caboose piped up. That made Tucker remember his initial plan, to find his leader. But he got sidetracked because he was too busy grouching and complaining about his current position.
'Great, I'm stuck here alongside an idiot and a pacifist who probably hasn't even fired a bullet from his gun yet.' he sourly thought. The aqua sim trooper eyed the rocket launcher that was carried by the medic and wondered if he could use it for himself. But, he scratched this notion as he was already loaded with his arsenal: a fully automatic precision weapon, a rapid firing pistol, a couple of grenades, and a single combat knife.
It was after Doc and Caboose's conversation that the group descended into awkward silence. Tucker decided to take things back on track.
"Alright Doc, did you happen to see anyone from our group when you got launched?"
Doc shook his head and answered back. "Sorry Tucker, I was launched separately from you guys so I haven't got the chance to see where the others went."
"Bummer." Tucker muttered defeatedly. Oh well, as blue team's self-appointed second-in-command, it was time to lead this little group of his to complete their objectives while hoping to run into his other friends on the way. That and avoiding strangers and hopefully grimm.
"TEMPLE IS 300 METRES NORTH FROM OUR LOCATION"
Freckles buzzed making Doc jump in surprise.
"Could you have said that earlier Freckles?" Tucker groused. "We are fucking lost and any help would be appreciated."
"Just admit it. You don't know where we're going." Grif said to Simmons who was busy triangulating their location and where the temple was situated in.
"Of course, I know where we're going. Uh, it's just taking a while to calculate the distance. You have to take in other variables you know, such as the terrain and etcetra." Simmons defended himself.
"In short, we're lost and completely screwed." Grif surmised.
His partner huffed in annoyance and retorted "You don't even know where we are right now! Plus, all you have done is just stand there complaining that we didn't bring any snacks with us."
"Men, I thought I specifically ordered you to shut up when we are currently waiting for Lopez's readings for the temple's location!" Sarge barked at the two.
It was somehow coincidental, as Grif put it, that Sarge managed to round up all members of red team. They were currently standing beneath a large oak tree with Lopez dangling precariously from the tree branch because Sarge placed him up there for 'strong network connection', Grif and Simmons where in charge of supposedly forming a perimeter, and Donut was off scouting.
Sarge then turned to question the brown droid.
"Lopez!"
"Si?" the bot asked tiredly.
"Anything on your radar son?"
"No tengo una antena satelital en mi imbécil, no puedo precisar dónde está nuestra ubicación exacta. (I don't have a satellite antenna on me moron, I can't pinpoint where our exact location is.)" the droid repeated for the hundredth time.
"Diabolical, it must mean that we are in the idle of the forest."
"Sí, es por tu destreza en la navegación que terminamos aquí. (Yes, it's because of your navigational prowess that we ended up here.)" Lopez sarcastically replied even if it was hopeless because no one from the reds could understand what he is saying, including sarcastic and mocking lines. Well, it was a plus for him since he gets to insult them every day without them knowing what he is speaking.
"Yahtzee, that means the temple must be up close."
"¡Qué suposición más precisa procedente de un lunático enloquecido por la guerra! ("What an accurate assumption coming from a war crazed lunatic.)"
"I always knew that I had it in me to lead us to victory." Sarge praised himself.
"Eres un idiota (You are an idiot!)"
"Lopez, you humble me with your words."
"Um, I think he was trying to insult you Sarge." Came a new voice. The duo turned to see Donut return.
"No me delates, imbécil rosa (Don't give me away you pink imbecile.)"
Sarge refused to believe it. "What a horrible assumption Donut, Lopez would never do something like that to me. Isn't that right son?" he turned to the robot.
"Eres un gran idiota y te deseo un dolor eterno. (You are a huge moron and I wish you everlasting pain.)"
"Ah, haha, good one amigo." Sarge mistranslated as he jovially patted the robot's back.
"How dare you Lopez!" Donut exclaimed. Sarge and Lopez looked at him expectantly. "Carnapping is still illegal here. Man, I thought Sarge programmed you to be better."
"Odio mi vida. (I hate my life.)" Lopez moaned bitterly, wishing he could just be a vending machine, or a washing machine somewhere else. At least those machines get better respect than him, well save for the vending machine because it gets kicked to oblivion if it doesn't dispense the snacks.
"So much for this pep talk, what's your scouting report Donut?" Sarge asked abruptly
"Oh, all I saw was just trees."
"Aha, I correctly conclude that we are somehow still here in the middle of the woods!" Sarge pounded his fist, thinking that his conclusions are still correct and precise.
"No shit Sarge. This whole area is just some stupid forest!" Grif said behind him.
"Can it dirtbag, go back to securing that perimeter!"
"Whatever" Grif resigned in defeat. It was no use debating against Sarge. All logical things were out of the question when talking to the man. It would only drain out his brain cells so he saved himself the effort.
END
Alright, sorry again for the slow update, I am so busy, even if it's just our 3rd week of the semester in college. Classes are now scheduled to be daily, and even on Saturday, I do not have much free time since I have enrolled myself into the Reserve Officers' Training Corps (ROTC). It is a mandatory component in my university that I choose between ROTC or CWTS (Civic Welfare Training Service). Also, honestly, I think I'm actually burnt out of reading RWBY content or fan works, even the show itself. I have begun to lose interest in the franchise because the last few seasons haven't really made me get excited or pumped to watch them. The same goes for RWBY fanfiction, nothing ever really surprises me anymore. Many of them just use the same formula that it sometimes becomes predictable and I find them less engaging now. Even for my stories, I think I just repeated the same equation of characters going into Beacon, then initiation, then the plot moves forward. I really need to cool my head off for this and I need some time for myself to set things right. I would like to point out that this is not because of my laziness, it's just that I have more important things going on in life and that I am losing my interest and appeal for any RWBY content, be it the show, the fandom, the fanfiction and its crossovers. I'll just say that my opinions and thoughts completely mean nothing to the franchise itself or to the other fanfictions and their authors. I really hope someday that Rooster Teeth could make RWBY and Red vs. Blue enjoyable again because I was not a fan of how RvB Zero turned out.