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"Yo Church"
"What?"
"I think I finally know what we need to do to win our fight."
Church gave his teammate a side glance, not confident in what Tucker was about to suggest but decided to humor him. "Oh yeah? Does it mean following every order and attack plan I made to showcase my tactical genius?" he asked wryly. The latter looked at him as if he were some asshat who recently smoked a few grams of jazz cabbage earlier.
"Fuck that. I was talking about our outfits."
The response only proved the cobalt sniper's expectations from him. 'He's hopeless' Church thought as he shook his head. That crash course from Locus was brief but he could feel as if his skill and strength leveled up a notch. Still, all of it would be moot unless he proved it in their next class. For now, the Reds and Blues returned to their respective dorms to get themselves prepared for the possible asskicking and beatdown they would be giving (and hopefully not be on the receiving end).
Since they were not going to wear their armor, they had to improvise.
"All right, what do you have in mind?"
Tucker grinned as he unzipped the duffel bag and emptied its contents. It wasn't MJOLNIR by any means but it was enough to get the job done. An assortment of military surplus and paraphernalia were laid out on the floor. It ranged from combat shirts and field tops, combat pants, knee pads, hard knuckle gloves, boots, helmets, and body armor.
Caboose, fascinated by all of them dived into the pile to grab what he liked while Church and Doc carefully inspected each item.
"Hmm, a lot of this stuff is from Crye" Church muttered as he examined one of the shirts. "Where the hell did you get all of this?"
Tucker waved it off casually. "I spent some of my salary from the military and my part time gig at that fast food joint on these bad boys in case we need it."
"That's surprisingly well thought." Doc said.
"Eh, I have my moments" replied Tucker. "Come on, try them!"
"Can't we just wear our casual clothes?"
Tucker looked horrified at the suggestion. "Who in their right mind wears that to a fight? I sure as ain't trashing my Jordans and my other fits for this."
"He's got a point Doc" Church called out as he inserted some plates to a plate carrier. "Come on, let's get ready."
And so, they did. The members of Blue Team began choosing which gear they were going to wear for battle.
First up, with Church. The leader of Blue Team chose a straightforward approach. He wore a blue t-shirt while wearing a jumpable plate carrier over it. He also wore combat pants and exchanging his casual boots for hiking boots. For style, he wrapped a bandana around his head and only choosing to insert one knee pad in his pants for some visual asymmetry.
Next with Tucker. Blue Team's second in command wore a combat shirt with folded sleeves to emphasize his toned arms. He matched it with the classical 'operator jeans' and wore both knee pads. For footwear, he swapped his precious kicks for combat boots and also adorned some shooting gloves. Instead of armor he wore a chest rig, and then a backwards baseball cap to look cool.
Caboose went all in and took advantage of everything he saw. He looked like a freaking juggernaut. Complete with the helmet, body armor and load bearing equipment that could carry ammo for days. It looked heavy and sluggish, but considering it was Caboose donning it, it won't be a problem.
And lastly with Doc, a simple Kevlar vest with a medical patch and helmet was all he needed mixing it with his casual attire. It didn't make him stand out and he was fine with it.
Observing themselves in front of a mirror, Tucker can't help appreciate the looks.
"Damn we look good! I feel like Rambo wearing this. Or those cool private contractors" he said as he continued to flex. Church, appreciating their new gear nonetheless, decided to burst Tucker's bubble.
"Or we look like those pricks from the airsoft field that one time. Remember them?"
Tucker could only frown at the stupid memory. "Don't remind me" he muttered. Before they joined the military, the boys chose to hone their skills at the airsoft field, when they were still in high school. Yes, contrary to popular belief, some of the core group members of the infamous Reds and Blues hung out with each other, even if they ended up being in different units. It wasn't a wholesome and sweet friendship like those damn movies, but it was because of their shared misery and luck that they got to know one another.
The aqua armored trooper remembered the days of getting annihilated by those bullies because of their better gear and skill, the stupid bets, the bragging rights, and the usual brawl that could happen. But it was nothing that can't be repaired with them hanging out eating pizza and mom's dino nuggies, drinking soda, playing split screen multiplayer late at night screaming and cursing at noobs, and the occasional laced brownies. How a group of teens managed to get some was diabolical but it was best not to know how they got them. Good times.
His reminiscing was cut off by Caboose.
"I am Michael J. Caboose, destroyer of vehicles, and I have Freckles! We are the unstoppable and the impossible all at once!". After his proclamation, confetti were fired from his gun. "Tucker did it" he muttered. Before Church can comment, his Scroll buzzed, the alarm indicating it was time for their class.
"Alright, let's see how the others are doing" he said to his team. The Reds and Blues then met up before heading to the arena. Red Team also has a similar loadout to that of the Blues. Church can't help but remark. "Woah, what's with the style of gear copycats?"
Simmons looked peeved at what he said. "Copycats? It was my decision that we get these things as a precautionary measure." The maroon member could see Tucker guiltily looking at the side. "That moron suggested he buys himself some Viagra before convincing him otherwise."
Church and Doc stared blankly at their teammate. Unamused expressions adorning their faces.
"Alright, alright" Tucker raised his hands in mock surrender. "Guilty as charged. Now can we go now before that hot teacher decides to throw all our asses in detention?"
It was at the amphitheater entrance where the mercenaries were waiting for them. Locus nodded in their direction as the Reds and Blues approached them. The mercenary was wearing the same tactical gear as them while Felix was the sole outlier.
The other half of the mercenaries was rocking a custom-tailored suit. One that you would normally see at formal events rather than a combat arena. He had a smug grin while lowering the aviators on his face.
"What's with the get-up Pinstripes?" Church goaded him.
"Oh this?" the mercenary grinned as he gestured towards his amazingly crafted suit, unaffected by the attempt. "Well, it's a little something that I totally paid Hargrove's personal tailors to make for me."
Grif looked indifferent but voiced his opinion "Going full John Wick Style?"
"Exactly like John Wick" Felix nodded. "The threads on this ensemble are partially sewn with Kevlar and have soft armor hidden inside." He faced them saying "you guys on the other hand are gonna stick out like sore thumbs."
"And why is that?" Doc asked.
The mercenary simply nodded towards the inside. "Take a look."
When they entered, a whole sea of students was dressed in various styles of combat wear. There was a mixture of casual and fancy, some out of a fantasy book, others look historical. And there was them, the only group who decided to go all tactical.
"Spread out." Locus ordered. "If we continue to stick together as a whole, they will scrutinize us just like in history class. Go to different bleachers and try to blend in."
"Roger" they all confirmed. All of them went their separate ways.
Tucker decided to do some exploring a bit. Getting the chance to view all the eye candy before they all eventually start throwing haymakers and shooting at each other. As he walked along, he noticed a familiar mane of blonde hair. That blonde hair belonging to the lilac eyed girl standing near one of the bleacher entrances to the locker room, stretching her arms and legs, doing some bit of warm up. It took her a few seconds to notice him just a few feet away from her, giving him a kind smile in greeting.
It contrasted greatly from the glares Tucker and his team received at history class but he shunted that experience off from his mind. No time like the present they say, and damn did she look good in her combat clothes.
Taking that smile as a good sign to approach her, he made is way over to where she was and getting into a casual stance, shoving his hands into his pockets.
"Hey-
"Hi-
Both of them started at the same time. It led to an awkward silence before starting over again.
"So do you wanna-"
"So I was thinking-"
Once again, both overlapping with what they have to say. They both chuckled before Yang decided to break the silly stalemate of their introductions.
"I'm Yang, Yang Xiao Long," she said with a slight air of confidence that said she could take on a mountain with relative ease.
A sentiment Tucker understood as he tried to shamble out his own voice with his own brand of confidence (if you could truly call it that).
"Oh, uh I'm Tucker. Lavernius Tucker, hero extraordinaire and resident ladies' man of Gu- uhh, my gu-ROUP! Yeah, heh heh."
Despite the less-than-suave save on his part, she didn't seem too put off by it, if visibly at all.
"Oh yeah, the 'Gulch Groupies,' can't say it's how I was expecting today will go I'll tell you that."
"Aw man, the first day of school and they're already calling us something?"
". . . It's what I'm calling you all."
Despite himself, he couldn't help but smile back at the headstrong girl. One thing was clear, she DEFINITELY knew how to have a good time.
"So, if I may ask, where exactly are you guys from? Can't exactly think of too many places as "well-informed" on Gulch as you guys," she asked which caused him to nervously sweat. Room, meet elephant.
"Oh, uh, y'know, here and there . . . I mean I'm . . . from . . . a town . . . called . . . Detroit (gods curse my inability to lie to a pretty girl)."
"Detroit, huh, weird name, but I guess I've heard weirder. Where's that?"
"Uh, well, um its, uh . . . see, the thing is I uh, well I um-" he fumbled his words, trying to come up with something but for the life of him, he just can't.
"Ya just met me? Ah, no worries I get that," Yang fortunately managed to both take a hint that wasn't there and not put two-and-two together about his place of origin. Well, either that or she just didn't care too much. "Me and my little sister are actually from Patch, in fact this is both our first time far away from home."
"Oh, do my ears deceive me, or have I got a genuine farm girl on my hands here?" As boring as they may have been, he was secretly thankful for the informational briefings on the rest of Remnant Church had put them all through both on the way to the nation, and the school . . . not that he'd ever say that to his face of course.
"Cabin girl actually. Cabin in the woods to be exact."
"You do know you just made it sound better right?"
"Well, what can I say, it always made for a great place to, lodge off, for the weekend. Eh?"
"...Pffftttt haha HAA, oh gods, that was so ba-had!" Something told him that he should introduce her to Grif next chance they got.
"I know right?!"
Both of them continued to laugh at their sense of humor until Yang saw three girls making their way towards them.
"Hey wait minute, *little* sis-"
"THERE YOU ARE!"
Alas, all good things must come to an end, and this end happened to be at the hands of a familiar head of snow white and a worse attitude than Church. She had exited the girl's locker room, and she had in tow the girl in red and the black-haired beauty from before, most likely having finished and looking for their missing comrade, and she was clearly less then pleased to find her conversing with him.
'Just my luck, eh?' Tucker sourly thought.
"Yang, what might I ask are you doing fraternizing with this foul cretin?"
"Um, ok 1) we were just talking, 2) what does it matter to you, 3) who the hell says 'cretin' anymore?"
The girl silently fumed before turning to face him with a glare that could kill, and he enjoyed every second of it.
"I do not believe I was talking to you."
"Well, that's too bad, 'cause now I'm talking to *you*" he countered. His reply only seemed to irritate her more.
"You know I expected that a few dullards and miscreants would've somehow slipped through the cracks into this fine establishment, precisely where they *don't* belong, but how in the brothers' name did a bunch of Gulch sympathizers get in?"
"Same way as you. Oh wait, I don't think you *were* personally invited by the headmaster."
And there it was, he had a feeling invoking a higher authority would derail her train, he only wished he could've taken out his scroll to get a snapshot of her face right then and there. The girl looked at him in disbelief, refusing to be convinced at what he said. He planned to tell her that his group was responsible of thwarting the attack on the hotel but decided against it. Having no semblance of when enough is enough, he then noticed the sword at her hip.
"Huh, you know I wouldn't've expected a prissy bitch like you to be into swordplay. Bow-chicka-bow-wow!"
And at that, the damn burst as the girl snapped out of it and took on a look of pure indignant rage, one that suited her a bit too much if he may add, before having to be held back by the girl in red, all while the Beauty simply rolled her eyes and Yang burst out laughing. Oh *gods*, her chortling guffaws were so full of energy and sunshine, not unlike her he surmised.
"Okay, why don't we all just CHILL! . . . please?" the girl in red finally decided to speak up amidst her struggling.
Due to where Tucker had been seated in Professor Port's class, and the whole kerfuffle that was Oobleck's, he hadn't really gotten a good look at the other three until now. Red was definitely the junior of the group, she simply could've been older than 15 at the most. He had an inkling that this may have been the "little sister" Yang was talking about, even if they look absolutely nothing alike. What's more was that after getting a closer look at her face and finally hearing her voice, if it weren't for Yang he would've been 99% certain he had found President Kimball's long-lost little sister instead.
Seriously, first Wash, then Caboose, now Kimball? Was this going to become a thing for him now? What was next, Tex? . . . He briefly shuddered at that thought.
Then there was Beauty, she seemed to be the silent, stoic member of the group, a total contrast to Yang if the other two were to themselves. There was something about her, though, that didn't seem right about her. Not necessarily villainous or malicious, just off. And it wasn't just her piercing golden eyes that seemed to stare right through him, eyes that seemed to be hiding something beneath them, or the admittedly cute bow atop her head. And that was another thing too, a bow? Seriously? I mean yeah, some things are going to be different outside of Gulch but who in the hell wears a bow on their head in this day and age, even if it was cute? What's more was if he looked closely enough, albeit briefly, he could've sworn he saw it twitch to the noise around them, if ever so slightly.
It was probably nothing, but something told him to just stay on his toes around this girl. And of course, there was prissilla in front of him. Even if the files hadn't informed them that someone from the upper echelons of Atlas would be attending, her clothing immediately gave her away as a high society rich girl. And the hair looked eerily close to what he saw about the face of the SDC in the aforementioned files. Unfortunately, Tucker was brought out of his train of thoughts as a still-chuckling Yang placed a hand on his shoulder. '*Oh gods, a girl is touching me! A GIRL, is touching ME!*' he thought excitedly.
"You know what Tucker, I think I officially like you. And sorry about her, she's just been cranky since . . . actually, since we met now that I think about it."
"Yang, must you-"
"Anyway yeah, this is us. That's Weiss Schnee, this is my partner, Blake Belladonna, and this right here is Weiss's partner and my little sis, Ruby. A rag-tag bunch against the whole world," she said none too dramatically.
Ah, so that confirmed several things right off the bat. Apparently, this WAS her sister, and now we had a name confirming the SDC here in Beacon, or at least sort of.
With everyone calmed down sufficiently enough, Ruby decided to take the initiative and step forward to cheerily make herself known. "Hello, like my sister said, I'm Ruby, Ruby Rose. It's nice to meet you!" Well, she at least certainly seemed friendly enough. Ironically, or perhaps unironically, she somewhat reminded him of Caboose, if slightly dialed down. Guess her age/lack of maturity (you choose) wasn't just for show then. "I'm sorry for what happened earlier. Weiss can get a little . . . tough, but let's not let that get between new friends." Yup, definitely Caboose.
"Hrm. Well, you seem alright at least. I'm Tucker."
"That's a bit of a strange name, don't you think?" the Beauty, Blake apparently, finally decided to speak. "Blake, be nice we just met him" Ruby admonished lightly.
"No, it's fine I'm used to it. Besides, you aren't exactly one to talk, eh Ms. Belladonna?" That got her to eye him carefully, though not without a slight blush on her face. Ruby took it upon herself to diffuse things before they flared back up.
"Anyway, we're just about to head to combat class together, you wanna come along?"
"Ruby!"
"What? I was just trying to be nice Weiss."
Before he can say anything, a voiced called out to him.
"Hey douchebag, get your ass up here! We saved you a seat."
The four girls looked at him questioningly as he only smiled, although pissed that his moment was interrupted by his teammate.
"Well, I appreciate the offer but I actually should be getting back to my team right now. That was my leader calling" he pointed to where the rest of the Blues were sitting.
"Aww."
"But hey, we'll still see each other again today for combat training at least. I'll just see you then."
Yang jutted in with her elbow to his arm. Damn did she not know her own strength? "Hey that's great, we'll be able to see you guys in action. I hope your skills and semblances are as strong as your guys' attitudes."
"Huh? Oh, right . . . that . . . Well, I guess I'll be seeing you all later then. Bye Yang, nice meeting you all."
"Same here, take care buddy." She called out as he began to make his trek away from them.
"See Ice Queen, a little kindness can get you further than an attitude."
Said ice queen simply crossed her arms and looked away with a slight hmpph, "as if I would want to associate with a fool like him." Though she couldn't deny that there was something about him and the two groups he was with. Blake could sense it too. They would definitely be needing to keep an eye and ear out for and on them. After all, the fact that they seemed so close with Gulch was certainly something that could not be overlooked . . .
"Is it me or did that leader of his sounded like dad?" Yang whispered to her sister who only shrugged in return.
Tucker grudgingly made his way up to the bleachers where the rest of his team chose their spot. It presented a good view over the arena. When he arrived, he saw the Blues getting prepared in their own ways. Doc was checking his medical bag all the necessary items he needed in case to treat their injuries, Caboose was… doing whatever he usually does, and Church was busy loading dust rounds into the magazines of his rifle. Blue Team's resident sniper looked up from what he was doing and saw his second-in-command make his way over to them with a grumpy face.
"Why the long face?" he asked.
Tucker plopped down on his seat and sighed. "I had something good going on before it got cut short by you jackass."
Church just grinned and snickered to himself while Tucker just glared at him in annoyance. "You could have played wing man with me dude and got me set up with those beauties but here you go choosing the perfect time to suck all my fun out like trying to suck dicks."
Ignoring the lame insult, the leader of the Blues turned to him with a blank expression, "remember what I told you? You can't date 'em because-
"-it would jeopardize the mission, I get it." Tucker finished his sentence hotly. "But come on dick breath, since when were you such a stick in the mud? Are you jealous you ain't getting any action cuz Tex isn't here?"
"Oh, don't you start with that."
"So, it really is that, huh?" Tucker deduced. "Come on man, I promise to be careful."
"It's not that asshole" Church tried to deny. "For once, can't we just try not to draw any attention to ourselves? It's just the first day of class and the rest of the student body already treats us as pariahs. If it weren't for me, that white girl would have blown up in your face with another argument."
Tucker closed his eyes and leaned back. "Her teammates had her under control."
"Yeah, but who knows what'll happen next. That girl gives me 'I wanna be student council president, no objections'-ass vibes."
The ladies'-man chuckled at the description. "Can't deny that, haha."
"And for the first time in god knows how long, it seemed like you were totally genuine in talking with those girls. Usually, it would be some weak pick-up line that would usually get your face slapped," he ribbed.
Tucker playfully slugged his shoulder for that. "Knock it off cockbite, I have my moments." He then scanned around the room looking around for the rest of his companions. He could see Felix casually pulling in some girls who are very interested in what he had to say. That jack-off. It must be because of that suit or his looks, he really didn't care. He could also see Locus standing next to his partner, bored and uninterested in Felix's flirtation with the ladies, only keeping his guard up for anything.
The Reds' however….
"The hell are you doing?" Grif asked as he watched Simmons trying to do some traditional mating dance of tribes long gone. Donut all the more energetic and dare he say it, 'pumped', to just observe and follow what Simmons was trying to do. On a much more retarded scale.
Lopez however was just busy trying to conceal himself up, not exposing any of his metal skin to ward of any suspicion. The robot was given a pseudo aura meter by Locus and enhanced by Simmons in case he gets called up to fight, and a text-to-speech voice module that sounded like Microsoft Sam on the guise that he had throat problems due to smoking a lot. It was to hide the fact of him speaking an unknown language.
Turning his attention back to the two, Simmons decided to answer his query. "I'm shadow boxing moron. What else do you think I was doing? I was also just getting into practicing unarmed combat that Sarge taught us- Donut that is not how you do the deadly triple hook bonanza!"
If that was what he called fighting, then the circus in which his mother had worked in for a short period would gladly ring up Simmons for his services to join their crew and probably pay him a huge sum in order to retain their audiences.
On the far end of the hallway, a middle-aged man observed the goofy stances and poses the Reds performed. He could only shake his head and take a swig from his flask.
"Frigging bath salts." He muttered at the horrendous display in front of him before walking off to give his report to the headmaster.
"Just look at those pricks." Tucker muttered as he watched them with amusement. Church doing the same thing as he recorded the atrocious display with his scroll. Massive blackmail material for them.
Alas, the fun once again cut short by the voice of a woman getting their attention. It was the stern deputy (hot teacher according to Tucker) of Ozpin standing in the middle of the arena holding a tablet scroll in her hands and a massive holo-screen displaying above her head.
"Good afternoon students."
Church went slack jawed hearing her voice. Tucker meanwhile could only count her in the same people who coincidentally sounds like someone they knew, and that someone being he was happy to not be sent here with them.
"My name is Professor Goodwitch, I am your instructor here in combat class. Basing on its name, this class' purpose is to test and showcase your martial abilities as huntsmen and huntresses in training and be judged by your performance on how it goes" she told everyone as she paced around the room with authority. Effortlessly grabbing the attention of all who is present.
"Before we begin, I am going to lay some rules. They are very simple but it is in your best intentions to obey each one of them. First, the simulated fight will be fought one against one to show personal skill, and by teams to show how well your dynamic, trust, and coordination with your team goes. Second" she pointed towards the screen showing two fighters, one had full aura and the other nearly depleted and in red.
"-once your aura reaches the critical region, that means that you are now unable to continue fighting and it will automatically count as a loss. Each victory and loss you will have will determine your grades."
"Third, you can win a bout by forcefully eliminating your opponent out of bounds from this arena."
"Next, when the match is called and finished, cease all fighting immediately. Should you choose to overstep and act arrogantly, you will be reprimanded by me, be it the victor or the loser. Do I make myself clear?"
A chorus of agreements rung out as she continued with the final rules of what type of ammunition was allowed, prohibition of dirty tactics, and more.
"With all of that said, who would like to become the volunteer for our first fight?" she asked, looking at her students for a possible volunteer. The room was quiet, which almost made her to decide to just call random names until one stepped up.
"We'll go for it teach."
Glynda nodded. "Very well mister Winchester. I shall select an opponent for you-"
Cardin Winchester confidently grinned as he pointed his finger to the opponents he wanted to face. "No need for that, it will be my team against those buffoons."
"Language" she admonished. The arena was now full of murmurs as she followed to where he was pointing.
Church narrowed his eyes in defiance before standing up. "Fine, we'll accept your challenge dirtbag."
Cardin sneered at his comeback, unamused to know that Church was not some doormat he could step on. "You're gonna be eating those words once I'm done with you."
"Gentlemen" she called out before their words could escalate. "Save your pleasantries until you come down to the arena. So, it will be CRDL against Blue for the first match of the day."
Both teams made their way down to the floor as Goodwitch inputted their names on the holo-screen. A profile of their faces was shown and their aura at fully one hundred percent.
From the Bleachers where Red Team was sitting, Simmons was mulling over something, which Grif managed to notice right away.
"Wanna tell me what's going on in that egghead brain of yours?"
Simmons sighed as he pinched his eyebrows. "I don't know man, I'm torn. On one hand I wanna support them, on the other hand, I just can't not wish for their utter defeat."
"Typical" Grif deadpanned.
"I know" Simmons furtively replied, not picking up on the sarcasm that came out of his partner's mouth. "They may be our allies for now but that's just it, we're the Reds and they're the Blues. I cannot bring myself to betray the rules instilled to us by Sarge."
'More like *him*' Grif corrected in his mind. He wanted to make Simmons retract that statement on which he said that all of them collectively followed Sarge's wisdom but he decided against it. It would only lead to another hour-long bicker which seemed like too much work. The orange member of the Reds decided to just poke some fun at his blue comrades instead of motivational support.
"Step right up, step right up. The greatest fight in all of Remnant is taking place. Will the bastards in blue turn this slugfest into a one-sided beatdown, or will they fizzle out like the Dodgers every October? Place your bets ladies and gentlemen."
"Fuck you asswipe!" Church said as he flipped them the bird.
"Suck it Blue!" Simmons retorted.
"Silence" Glynda ordered. She gestured to both teams. "Alright then, take your positions and remember the rules of the engagement."
Blue Team and CRDL were sizing each member up. More specifically, Church and Cardin. Their gazes locked into a heated war of supremacy. Instead of what was considered a noble fight, it will probably be treated like a pissing contest between the two captains.
The leader of the Blues turned to his teammates, all in varying state of readiness.
"Alright guys, stick to the plan" he ordered as he pulled the charging handle of his rifle and flicked the safety off.
"What plan?" Tucker asked. Unsure of what the hell was the strategy but confident enough to just wing it. Church looked exasperated by his reply. "You know, the one we kept rehearsing a million times already."
"Oh, that plan? Nah, forgot about it already. Besides we don't need it to show these fuckers who's the best."
Church shook his head as his eyes went over to Caboose and Doc. The purple medic was feeling antsy, only armed with a pistol and his med scanner. He was missing a rather powerful bunker buster of a weapon.
"Where's your launcher Doc?"
The medic turned his head and nervously answered "oh, uh. You see, I didn't think we needed that. Too much violence you know? Besides, isn't this just a friendly match?"
"You hear that boss? Sounds like this one's a pacifist" the green themed mohawk ember of CRDL goaded as he snickered. His remark earning smug and approved looks by the rest of his team, only fueling his leader's ego. "Friendly he says, you're gonna get eaten out there in the real world, much less survive this onslaught we're about to give ya."
Tucker decided to clap back. "Oh yeah? Before you do that, you might wanna ask your barber for a refund with that cockatoo hairstyle you got going on bub."
"Oi, nobody makes fun of the mohawk!"
"Are both teams ready?" Glynda firmly asked, silencing this petty squabble in order to get on with the fight.
Both teams began to ready their weapons, itching for some thrashing. The first fight of the school year often meant that the victors will get the biggest bragging rights as they kicked of this semester with a resounding bang.
Seeing that they are indeed, Glynda signaled the start of the match. "Very well, begin!"
And so, it has started. CRDL first charged towards them, looking to draw first blood. The Blues aimed their weapons, picking for a target.
"Come on guys" Church called, "atta-
"ATTACK!" he was cut off by Caboose's battle cry, which startled the Blues.
The juggernaut ran head on crashing against the entirety of CRDL like a fucking semi-truck. This caught the boys and everyone watching off guard. The idiot muscle of the blues effortlessly pushed his opponents like a linebacker throwing all four out of the arena.
"YES! I WON! DANCE PARTY TIME!"
He cheered for his victory and did the silly dance on the floor, not noticing the shocked expressions on Blue Team's faces. Even Glynda was surprised at the suddenness of what happened. She looked at team CRDL who all had looks of disbelief before replaced by anger and indignation.
"Well, the victor of this first match is Blue Team."
"What!? No fair. I want a rematch!" Cardin brusquely demanded.
"Take the L sucker!" Church taunted.
"Oh yeah, Blue wins, CRDL's dog water!" Tucker followed up.
Glynda could only sigh at the immaturity. "I believe I had stated that getting eliminated from the arena would automatically result in a loss. Better luck next time team CRDL. My advice, be prepared for the unexpected."
The Blues continued to do their victory routine as the others watched at the intriguing event that just transpired. CRDL walked off, planning to take revenge sometime down the line.
"Congratulations Blue Team for the rather unorthodox but swift victory" she said to the Blues. The instructor then faced her students again. "So, any next volunteers?"
A lot were planning to raise their hands but was beaten to the punch by a very energetic girl. "US!" she proclaimed excitedly, her actions nearly causing her to fall of the bleachers from her enthusiasm. "Nora, please tone it down" her tranquil partner chided.
Glynda nodded towards her. "Alright then miss Valkyrie, I shall be selecting your opponent-"
"No need professor! We'll take them!" she pointed to the Blues who gave her confused looks.
"I believe a new team shall take their place as Blue team have recently finished their own battle-
"It's alright ma'am." She was once again interrupted, this time by the leader of the Blues. "We didn't get to see some action ourselves" Church said as he gave a playful challenge to the orange-haired girl. His teammates seemed to agree as Tucker smirked and Caboose jumped along in excitement. Even Doc looked to be more accepting as he sensed no malice from her.
In the end, Glynda decided to concede. "Very well, will team JNPR prepare and make their way down to the arena."
"Better be careful on what you wished for dude!" a student called out from the bleachers getting Church's attention.
"Pyrrha Nikos is on that team and she's a world-renowned fighter. She'd singlehandedly defeat all four of you under a minute" another one supplied. That statement caused a vein to bulge out of Church's forehead. The rest of the students shot the aforementioned girl looks of praise and support. Especially the Schnee. It caused the red-haired amazon to blush in embarrassment. It seems that Beacon was just the same, she sadly thought. Unable to escape all the high expectations that everyone placed around her.
She looked towards the Blues and was surprised to see their reactions. None of them recognized her it seems, only throwing confused glances at her. Just like Jaune.
"Please, we can take her." The other member, Tucker she believed his name was, proclaimed out loud. It wasn't a haughty or degrading remark but one filled with positive energy. One that she gladly found relief and happiness with.
"Take them down Pyrrha!" Weiss shouted.
Pyrrha gave Weiss a practiced smile, one she had mastered after years of being under the spotlight of the media and paparazzi. It wasn't a genuine one but the Schnee girl failed to notice. Jaune placed a supportive hand on her shoulder, snapping the red-haired girl from her standing like a statue with a plastered smile.
"We got this" he gave some encouragement. She gave him a grateful look, unaware of the boy's put-up façade of confidence and him trembling inside.
"You know who that chick reminds me of?" Tucker said to Church.
"Who?"
"Carolina…"
An eyebrow from Church raised, prompting Tucker to answer the question. "Cuz, you know, red hair, emerald eyes, world-class fighter? Exactly like Carolina, only except this one has, I dunno, a more angelic quality vibe coming from her."
"Hmm, already settling your eyes for her?" the sniper teased.
"Woah, heck nah. Yang is still my top one but her, she's a close second."
"You and your fantasies…"
Once JNPR arrived on the floor, Glynda reiterated the rules once more, thankful that this team seem to be rather level-headed than the other two. Now that both teams were prepared, she gave the signal and the fight was underway.
Both Blue and JNPR stood still so far, each one analyzing who will take on who. Before Jaune could issue some form of command, Nora dashed straight towards the opposing team, to Caboose in particular who cracked his knuckles and pounded both fists eager to challenge the hyperactive hammer girl.
"I'll take care of him Jaune-Jaune!" she said to him as she winked.
"Church, I think I can handle her" Caboose also said to his leader, "right Freckles?"
"AFFIRMATIVE"
"Go crazy buddy." Church rolled his eyes as he smirked. From that cue Caboose willed himself to power up by yelling then dashing to meet Nora. The girl swung her hammer down which was met by Caboose's fist, which then caused a shockwave along the room, surprising everyone by their sheer strength. The floor cracked under the feet of both fighters as they gave unhinged smiles, totally excited to go nuts and have themselves some fun.
A shot then rang out which caused Pyrrha to instinctively raise her shield as a round ricocheted off of it. She looked to see the smoking barrel of a sniper rifle pointing at her. She locked gazes with Church who looked eager to prove his skill. She answered back by giving an equally challenging look as she took on a battle stance, raising her shield for defense while aiming the xiphos at him.
Church turned to his remaining members. "You two, take on that thrift shop knight and that herbal tea sipping kung-fu master, I'll handle her."
"Got it" Tucker and Doc answered in unison.
As Church looked back at his opponent, he was caught off guard by Pyrrha already closing the distance between them as she slashed him with her sword. The sniper then ducked, but he wasn't given that much time from her next attack. She went for another slash, this time towards his torso but he parried it with the body of his sniper rifle.
Noticing his guard was down, the red-haired warrior bashed the shield on his face which sent Church tumbling. Remembering what Tex had taught him during their training, the blue quickly went back to his feet and retreated to put some distance between them.
He took aim with his rifle and fired three successive shots, all of which were met and deflected by the sword of Nikos. Church cursed under his breath. Looks like he was gonna have his hands full with her. Pyrrha shook her arm as she felt the strain of deflecting those rounds. The bullets probably were from a large caliber which was why they packed quite a punch.
Church went in to attack, swinging the butt of his rifle but was blocked by her shield. Taking the opening, he managed to knee her in the gut and landing a hook right at her jaw. Pyrrha staggered from the blows and reoriented herself. The leader of the Blues went in for another hit before she blocked it with her forearm then going for the slash.
It took some aura from him but was negated a bit due to him wearing body armor. Church went for a roundhouse kick but she did a hand spring and dodged the incoming attack. She was swift and graceful with her movements. All precise and fluid.
She transformed her xiphos to a spear and launched it at her opponent. Church shot the incoming projectile with his sniper rifle and sent the weapon skidding on the floor. He tried to aim for her but the magazine was emptied.
Seeing this as an opportunity, Pyrrha charged right at him. Church seeing the woman gunning straight for him switched to his sidearm before he had the chance to reload and slung back the sniper rifle. Following one of life's greatest advises, he used his pistol instead of reloading his primary weapon and fired potshots right at her. She shielded her face from the bullets and launched her shield like a discus, hitting him center mass. She went for a kick on his leg. That caused him to be down on one knee. Church grabbed for his knife but she did a back flip, kicking him in the chin which sent the blue flying a good distance from her.
The sniper once again tumbled on the ground but was slower to get up this time, catching his breath for a quick break. Man was she great. He can't believe it. Guess she really was a world class fighter. Church was starting to doubt if he can even win this fight but slapped himself. Worrying like this won't do him justice. Instead of mulling about his incoming defeat, it was time to put in the work Tex had pummeled onto him during their time at Blood Gulch.
The sniper watched as instead of Nikos charging at him once again, the girl went to pick up her weapon first. He took this short respite to reload both his weapons. The two then slowly circled each other again, waiting for the opportunity to strike.
Inside her mind, Pyrrha felt glad, knowing that her opponent today wasn't some mere pushover, making her actually enjoying this fight and excited to see where this goes.
"Look, I don't really wanna fight you."
"I share the same sentiment."
The medic and the green warrior were at a standstill, facing each other, both not engaged in fighting yet.
"Um, is it alright if we can settle this diplomatically?" The purple medic pleaded. Ren gave a look of understanding, but chose to refuse. "While I'm normally the one to not resort to violence to settle matters, unfortunately this is combat class. I'm afraid we cannot settle this with peace talks alone."
He began to get into a fighting stance. The purple medic could only sigh as he prepared for the worst. The green fighter took out a pair of handguns with blades under the muzzle. "Let's have a fair and good match." Ren said to him.
The boy began to fire some shots at the medic. Doc yelped in surprise as he realized that those weren't ordinary pistols, they were machine pistols. The rapid fire of bullets managed to hit him but he dodged some of them. The damage to his aura wasn't that big because of his Kevlar vest and helmet to protect him but being pelted like this non stop would only drain it faster. So, he got up as Ren began to hit him with his fists using Mistralian martial arts techniques. Being a pacifist has always meant that he never really paid much attention to combat instructions, being more focused in healing injuries rather causing them. For now, he could only dodge and weave, hoping to get a lucky hit in.
On Nora and Caboose's side, mayhem was everywhere. The floor was cracked and broken, some of the rubbles were used as projectiles to be thrown at each other. The ginger hammer girl was surprised at Caboose's strength being able to match her own. She should definitely ask him to join her when she plans on hitting the weight room.
Every time she swung her hammer down to hit him, he doesn't seem to react much. Only smiling through out the whole fight, treating this as some form of game. Something which she could greatly get behind with. Every hit she made, he answered back with a powerful haymaker, thinking that it was tag. Caboose constantly yelled "Tag you're it" for every punch he connected.
Every hit their bodies took, their aura dwindled. Funnily enough, both share the same percentage, now reaching at the seventy percent mark. Sensing that a new strategy was needed in order to gain the upper hand, the girl dodged one of his punches and placed distance between them. She transformed her hammer into a grenade launcher and launched three of them, the projectiles having some pink mist in their trail.
Freckles automatically sensed the incoming attack. The AI aimed down towards the ground and fired ice bullets, forming a big glacier wall to protect his user from the bombardment. The grenades exploded upon contact sending shrapnel of ice in all areas. He then aimed towards Nora and fired full auto. She attempted to block some of them but she tanked the ones she could not deflect thus making her aura lower than Caboose's.
"Booyah!"
"Aack!"
To say that Jaune Arc wasn't doing so good was an understatement. Only managing to get in by faking his transcripts and some rudimentary training by watching fighting tutorials online, he thought would at least be able to do some thing positive to help his team. But he was so dead wrong. His gut already starting to fill with regret by deciding to pursue his dream of ever becoming a great huntsman like his ancestors, even his father.
Every sword slash he tried to swing, Tucker effortlessly dodged it while smiling nonetheless. The ladies' man of blue team followed up by firing his rifle which made Jaune raise his shield entirely. The shield ultimately protected him from the bullets but it completely obscured his view, thus giving Tucker the chance to kick his torso. Feeling the air leave him after that forceful kick, the swordsman lowered his shield which made him eat a knuckle sandwich courtesy from Tucker.
The attack caused him to reel from it and weaken his stance. Shaking off the pain, he went to strike him but his sword was effortlessly blocked by his opponent's knife. Tucker parried the sword and stabbed Jaune in the abdomen, taking away some of his aura in the process. His chest plate only covered the upper portion of his torso.
If you'd remove Tex from the team, Tucker was arguably their best fighter when it comes to skill alone. While his marksmanship was always a steady average, his skill when it comes to CQC outclasses his leader. Not so much to the extent of a freelancer, but was far better than the average sim trooper.
He wasn't prone to pointing out that he had very easy competition, but from what he had observed from fighting Jaune, he could already tell that the blond had no experience when it came to fighting. He didn't call him out on that, he was above from shaming him in front of their peers.
The aqua afficionado only gave Jaune a knowing smile. The blond, looking down from shame and embarrassment, figured he had been caught.
"Want me to give you some pointers buddy?"
He didn't want to come off as condescending, but it looked like the blond could really use some help in the fighting department. Feeling his pride take a hit after that remark, Jaune tried to deny the offer but could he really? If he kept going at this rate, he'd be dead last in the rankings and will probably fail this class. How could he be called a good leader if he can't back it up to defend himself from threats, only relying on his teammates for that. His ability to come up with good strategies could only take him so far.
"I appreciate the offer dude, but are you sure? We're on different teams you know?"
"Hey, even if we're not on the same team, isn't it the Huntsman's ultimate goal to be able to work together to help people, even fellow huntsmen?
He made a very good point.
"W-well, thanks! I'm really grateful for it, man. Say, when can we- woah!"
Tucker fired a few shots, taking the swordsman by surprise as he yelped. He tried to regain his bearings but Tucker swiped him beneath the legs which caused him to fall on his back.
"What was that for?" he asked indignantly.
"One of the most common advises when it comes to a fight is to never get distracted. Also, be quick to get up on your feet. Lying on your back so long would just give your opponent an easier time to finish you off."
"Oh, right!" Jaune quickly scrambled to his feet.
"You need to work on your stance more, and keep your guard up" Tucker informed him.
"Thanks for the advice, man, but I'll have to apologize in advance."
The member of the Blues raised his eyebrow at that.
"For what?"
"For this… Pyrrha!" Jaune shouted to his partner. Noticing that Tucker's back was facing right behind her, Jaune followed his advice and took advantage of his confusion. The girl sent her shield like a discus which managed to hit his opponent.
It caught Tucker off guard which allowed him to slash him with his sword, finally able to drain his aura but got backhanded by Tucker's fist.
"Would you look at that, already taking my words and listening to my advice. Man, I feel like a proud mentor." Tucker then spoke in a sagely tone. "You did well young grasshopper, but it's gonna take much more than that to beat me."
"Heh heh" Jaune could only laugh nervously.
Seeing her partner able to land a hit made Pyrrha feel a swirl of emotions bubbling up inside her. Her happiness at the cost of her expense. It gave Church the opening to mag dump his rifle onto her. The rounds depleting much of her aura, draining it to just sixty percent. Instead of standing still, the girl dodged the bullets once more and transformed her spear into a rifle as well, shooting at Church in retaliation.
"It can transform into a gun as well!?" Church asked in frustration as he got hit by bullets from her weapon as well. He picked up his side arm, jumped to the side and took a shot, nailing her between the eyes, blinding her temporarily.
"Hah, bullseye!" he cheered in victory. That was probably one of the greatest shots ever he took. He then sent a flurry of punches and kicks he learned from Tex on her as she tried to recover from her dazed state, her aura getting diminished even further. At this point, everyone watching was gripping their seats, fearing that their idol and of theirs and thousands of others was about to be defeated by this random nobody.
"Come on Nikos!"
"Go Pyrrha, go!"
"Defeat that rapscallion!"
Once she got her vision back, and thankful for those supporting cheers, she caught his fist and delivered a powerful kick onto his face. The red-haired warrior was now back to her senses. Church went in for a punch but she ducked and transformed her rifle to a xiphos slashing at his gut. The sniper went for another hit but she rolled out of the way transforming her weapon to a spear this time and launched it at him, aided by the shot of the barrel from the rifle which acted as the handle.
Church got hit by it and was sent backwards again. His aura decreased to just forty percent now. The weapon returned to her hands as she thrust the spear onto his torso then swung the weapon, hitting him at the side of the head, stunning him. The momentum was already starting to shift to her favor.
Tucker, sensing his leader was in peril if he didn't intervene, fired his weapon at her, catching her attention momentarily. It gave Church the chance to nail a head shot at her from his rifle. He gave Tucker a thankful nod to which his teammate returned it in kind.
"Oh no, Pyrrha!" Jaune wailed in concern. He tried to run towards her to assist.
"I'm fine!" she called back but he paid no attention to her words.
He went to strike Tucker but he dodged the obvious swing. Using Jaune's momentum against him, Tucker stretched his foot which caused the blond swordsman to trip, eliciting a scream of fear from his clumsiness.
"Jaune!" Pyrrha shouted for her leader, worried for him. The blond stumbled, unable to control his wobbling and unsteady legs, he fell forwards. All he could do at this moment was stare at his (admittedly pretty) partner's face as everything he felt around him was in slow motion. In his head, he made a silent prayer, hoping for the brother gods to forgive him in his silly exploits, and to his family. He closed his eyes, accepting his fate, not seeing his partner running towards him.
Darkness, was all around him. Darkness, and a hint of softness he could feel around his face. He could also hear gasps of shock. Was this his punishment? He could feel his face trapped between soft pillowy goodness. Brother's above he was starting to lack some oxygen.
He looked up to breathe, inhaling large amounts of air back to his system but froze in place. Out of the darkness he saw his partner's blushing face, her eyes looking anywhere but him. Having some sort of understanding where he might have been, plus the feeling of soft twin peaks sandwiching his face, his cheeks went beet red.
Putting two and two together, he bolted straight up filled with embarrassment, trying to profusely apologize to her.
"ImsorryI'msorryI'msorryI'msosososorrrry!" he apologized and got on all fours, prostrating before her.
He thought he might get slapped, labeled a pervert, and get demolished by her but the looks he received from Pyrhha was anything from murderous. Instead, he got a meek reply of forgiveness.
"I-it's alright. I know you didn't mean it." She hugged herself with one arm while using her other hand to shyly rub her shoulder.
He was sure he could hear a very faint sentence of 'I don't mind if its you' but he was pretty sure it was from his dazed imagination.
'What an angel' Jaune tearfully thought in his head as he stared at her in awe, shocked by her kindness. A blush still present as he kneeled. What he could feel however was some of the glares he was receiving, and he could feel the temperature around him growing colder. He turned back to see Weiss raise her rapier but was subdued by her teammates, yelling that he was some degenerate perv.
"You're the man Jaune-Jaune!" he could faintly hear Nora congratulate him but he ignored it, fearing for the fallout and repercussions he might get later. This was not how he imagined his first day of huntsman training was going to go.
He heard a loud thud next to him and saw Tucker pounding his fists on the floor, also on his knees, despair etched on his face.
"It should have been me, not him!" the member of the Blues shouted, vocalizing what all was going through the heads of every hormonal boy sitting in the bleachers.
Tucker sighed in jealousy, sending an acknowledging nod at Jaune.
*Ehem*
He heard a cough and turned to see Yang crossing her arms, an unamused look on her face as her eyes seemed to glow red instead of the lovely lilacs she had.
'Oh gods, was she jealous?' He may be overthinking it.
Tucker nervously laughed and sweated, scratching his head guiltily. He shouldn't have proclaimed it out loud. Curse his horniness.
Church could only watch silently at the whole ordeal happening in front of him. With everyone in a distracted state, he could finish off Pyrrha quickly. He aimed for her and pulled the trigger.
*Click* *Click*
'Oh fuck!' He cursed inwardly. Out of ammo again?
Seeing that Pyrrha didn't notice, he checked for any spare magazine, only to find all of it empty, including for his sidearm. With nothing else left, he searched his pockets for any sort of ammo or good thing. Luckily, a single grenade was all that is left out of his arsenal. He picked it off his pocket and pulled the pin.
He let it roll on the floor, towards the amazon's feet, hoping she wouldn't notice.
Unfortunately for him, Pyrrha was directly staring at her feet, still a bit embarrassed to look at her partner. Once she noticed the not-so-subtle attempt to take her by surprise, she sent a deadpanned look towards Church as she kicked back the grenade towards its sender.
"Oh, son of a bi-
His curse was cut short as the grenade exploded, sending him flying once more.
"Not again!"
Caboose, hearing his shout, turned to see his so-called best friend soaring through the air.
"Church, I'll rescue you!"
"Hey wait!"
He could hear Nora call out to him but he abandoned their fight, making sure to rescue his best friend as his top priority. Caboose ran over to where he was and caught him with his strength.
"I got you!"
Church sighed in relief for the save. He turned to his savior, not without hesitation, and gave his gratitude.
"I can't believe I'm gonna say this, but thanks for the catch."
"Aww, no problem best buddy!"
"You know, you can put me down now."
Caboose was still carrying the sniper in his arms. "Woops, sorry" he then placed him back on his feet. Once he's now standing on his legs, Blue Team's leader rummaged the backpack Caboose was wearing as part of his combat gear.
"You got any sniper rounds here Caboose?"
"I didn't know snipers were round."
"What, no! I meant sniper ammunition-
"Boys"
Glynda's voice called out to them.
"You are officially eliminated from the match."
"What, why?"
"See for yourself."
She gestured to where they were standing. Due to how far back he was thrown from the blast, Caboose managed to catch him but both were standing outside the arena. Thus, eliminating them.
"God damn it Caboose."
"Hahahahahahahahahaha" Church could hear the mocking laughter from team CRDL. Oh, the irony.
"Karma dweebs!" Cardin jeered. Church could only sigh as he slapped his face in frustration. Caboose also did the same albeit not understanding any of it, just happy to imitate his leader.
Tucker watched as two of his teammates got ironically eliminated the same way how they won their first match.
"Shit" he cursed. Well, it was now up to him and Doc-
He could see Doc laid out on the floor unconscious, Ren giving him a bow of respect after their duel. The green clothed fighter turned towards him with a neutral expression.
Tucker could also see Nora grinning with her hammer, ready to do some damage, and Jaune and Pyrrha both taking combative stances.
"Fuck my life."
Church flopped onto his bed, tired from everything that just had happened. Doc had recently just patched their injuries up but with their aura, it will only boost the recovery process. What a way to start their semester in Beacon. After their loss against JNPR, the Reds won't stop babbling about how they scored their own victory and reporting it to Sarge, only fueling their ego and their taunts against them, and the notion thinking they had the better track record as they had no losses…yet.
He tried to counter that they had their win against CRDL, and that they were the ones who won the first match of the school year. But according to the Reds, they didn't have recorded a loss yet unlike the Blues. One win and one loss ultimately counted as zero in their books.
Red Team fought against a very mediocre team, Lopez doing the heavy lifting as usual, and both Locus and Felix won theirs as they fought one on one in their own matches. Even that team RWBY was amazing in their fight, he had to admit.
In the end, his team didn't do that bad either. If things could have gone differently, they could have probably won theirs. Plus, he fucking silenced those naysayers who said that he'd easily get beaten to a pulp by Nikos. He held his own against her and temporarily managed to put her in the ropes. That should say something about his skill. The rest just refuse to acknowledge it, thinking he only got lucky or Pyrrha decided to not go all out on him. Fucking detractors.
But instead, Pyrrha sheepishly apologized. That girl was too sweet for her own good. She complimented his skill and hoped that they could spar against one another sometime. He smirked as he remembered the Schnee heiress get jealous at their interaction.
He tried to take a nap but was interrupted by Tucker's stupid singing from the bathroom. The aqua member kicked the door open as he exited the room, towel wrapped around his waist
"Oh yeah, that shit felt good" he said to no one in particular. He grabbed the vambrace of his Mjolnir and put it on.
"Hey baby, want me to transform into boyfriend material?" he said as he switched on the armor, which now completely covered him and flexed. "Shazam! Would Yang like that pickup line?"
"Oh, she'd definitely like that." Church responded.
"Really? Cause it kinda sounded cheesy a bit."
"Nah, she'd like that cause your helmet covers up that hideous face you got going on."
"Fuck you, prick. But guess what, she invited me to hang out with her tomorrow."
Church just chose to lie down.
"You're not gonna stop me?"
"You know what, as long as you're the one who solely gets blamed if this mission fails because you can't keep it in your pants, then I don't really care now" he said as he just leaned into his pillow with his hands behind his head, taking a deep relaxing breath to chill and be done for the whole day.
"Fuck yes!" Tucker cheered in victory.
Church could only shake his head as he smirked at his partner's reaction. Well, looks like staying in Beacon won't be as bad as it seems. He looked at the time in his scroll, showing it was seven in the evening.
'Her class is probably over at this point' he thought. He grabbed his data pad and saw that the signal was okay for now. He smiled as he decided a quick call from her was in place, maybe he could definitely ask for her scroll's number this time…
Meanwhile, at an undisclosed facility back at Gulch.
The Director was staring at a creature, fully contained behind a glass. He was scanning it with critical eyes, the success of this test would mean greatly for their country.
"Run it again, Alpha."
"Sir, I'm afraid that if we continue to do this-
"Just do it", he harshly ordered the A.I.
"Very well, sir" the A.I replied in a very robotic and monotonous voice, willfully complying what the director ordered for him to do.
END
A big thank you is in place for Agent K-47 for his help in making this chapter.
Just did a few edits.