Sunshine Chapter 37: Stand Forth! Oscar Pine!, a rwby fanfic

Chapter 37: Step Forth! Oscar Pine!

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EmperorSnorlax: Sun most likely won't be joining them since he still a Haven Students and I do have plans for him in the future of the story, as for Whitely joining the group, its a possibility and if he does, oh yeah, he and Oscar are gonna be like brothers with some rivalry!

Jeremy Cerna: Glad you loved the chapter! Lol!

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As Jaune, Vernal, and Sun made their way back toward the front of the train, they moved cautiously, knowing the dangers that could lie ahead. Just as they were about to enter the next car, Vernal raised a hand, signaling them to stop. She leaned in close to the small window in the door, her sharp eyes narrowing as she took in the scene beyond. Through the glass, she saw a large group of White Fang members, their menacing masks a stark contrast to the terrified expressions of the hostages they were holding.

Vernal turned to the two blond boys, her voice low but urgent. "We've got hostages," she whispered, her tone leaving no room for doubt.

Sun's brow furrowed in concern. "What do we do?" he asked, his usual easygoing demeanor replaced by the seriousness of the situation. "We can't just go in there with weapons blazing. It'll get them killed."

Jaune, always quick on his feet, took a moment to assess their options. Then, an idea sparked in his mind. "Vernal," he began, his voice steady with determination, "head back to the last car. There should be a fire escape on the roof. Use it to get on top of this car and make your way to the other end. Get behind them and take them out quietly. Sun and I will create a distraction, act like we're going to negotiate."

Vernal gave a curt nod, understanding the urgency. Without wasting a second, she slipped back into the previous car. Her eyes scanned the ceiling until she found the fire escape hatch. With a swift motion, she opened it and leaped through, the rush of wind immediately hitting her as she landed on the roof. The train's speed sent her cloak billowing behind her, and she took a moment to regain her balance before quickly moving across the roof toward the far end of the next car.

Down below, Jaune and Sun heard the faint sound of the hatch closing, a signal that Vernal was in position. They exchanged a determined glance, their silent communication conveying everything they needed to say. With a deep breath, they pushed open the door and stepped into the car, their presence immediately drawing the attention of the White Fang members.

One of the White Fang members swiftly aimed a Dust rifle at Jaune and Sun, while the others quickly followed suit, weapons pointed at the two intruders. One of them kept a wary eye on the frightened passengers, ensuring their hostages remained under control.

"Stop right there!" barked the leader of the group, his voice dripping with authority. "Don't do anything stupid!"

Sun smirked, his usual cocky confidence shining through despite the tense situation. "Funny, we were about to say the same thing," he shot back, his tone taunting.

Jaune, ever the strategist, raised his hands slightly, trying to keep the situation from escalating further. "Listen, we don't want anyone to get hurt. Just let the hostages go, and we can walk away from this without things getting ugly."

The leader snarled, clearly unimpressed by Jaune's offer. "Things will get ugly if you don't surrender right now! We're the ones holding all the cards here! If you don't want these walls painted with their brains, you'd better drop your weapons and surrender!"

While the leader was busy issuing threats, Vernal had silently reached the other end of the car. The White Fang members remained focused on Jaune and Sun, oblivious to the danger creeping up behind them. Moving with practiced stealth, Vernal slowly cracked open the door, slipping inside without making a sound. She positioned herself behind the one guard who had been tasked with watching the hostages, her movements deliberate and precise.

In one swift motion, Vernal drew a dagger and clamped her hand over the guard's mouth. The sharp blade plunged into his back, silencing him before he could alert the others. The guard let out a muffled cry of pain, but it was too faint for anyone to hear over the noise of the train.

A few of the hostages noticed Vernal's presence, their eyes widening in surprise and hope. Sensing her intent to help, they remained silent, understanding that their best chance of survival lay in letting her finish what she had started.

Jaune and Sun caught a glimpse of Vernal as she silently dispatched the White Fang member at the rear of the car. Realizing they had to keep the focus on themselves, they doubled down on their distraction.

With a swift motion, Jaune revealed Crocea Mors from beneath his cloak, the gleaming blade catching the dim light of the train car. He brought up his shield, the metal ringing slightly as it settled into place. His eyes hardened into a glare as he addressed the remaining enemies. "Last chance," he warned, his voice cold and firm. "Surrender now, and I promise you won't die today."

One of the White Fang members sneered, stepping forward with false bravado. "Yeah, right! Like I believe—"

But his sentence was cut short by the deafening crack of two gunshots. The sound echoed through the confined space, and two White Fang members crumpled to the ground, dead before they hit the floor. Their comrades whirled around in shock, only to see Vernal standing at the back of the car, a smoking gun in one hand and a dagger in the other.

The momentary distraction was all Sun and Jaune needed. Sun lunged forward, his staff spinning as he closed the distance between himself and the leader. He drove the tip of the staff into the leader's gut, knocking the wind out of him, before following up with a powerful uppercut that sent the terrorist crashing to the floor, unconscious.

Jaune wasted no time, rushing past Sun in a blur of motion. His sword flashed as he slashed one of the White Fang goons across the chest, the force of the blow sending the enemy staggering back. In one fluid motion, Jaune pivoted to the next attacker, slicing their rifle in half before pulling back and driving his sword deep into their chest. The White Fang member gasped, eyes wide with shock, before collapsing to the ground.

Vernal moved with deadly precision as she faced off against one of the White Fang goons. The Faunus lunged at her, attempting to strike with the butt of his rifle, but Vernal easily sidestepped the attack. In a swift, practiced motion, she plunged one of her daggers into his gut, the blade sinking deep. Before he could react, she followed up with a second strike, driving her other dagger into his throat. His eyes went wide with shock as he collapsed, his life extinguished in an instant.

Another White Fang member, realizing what had just happened, turned on Vernal and fired several shots in her direction. But she was already in motion, using the body of her fallen enemy as a shield. The bullets thudded into the dead man's back, and with a grunt, Vernal shoved the corpse aside. Without hesitation, she charged at the shooter, closing the distance between them in a heartbeat. Her daggers flashed as she drove them into his sides, the twin blades cutting deep. With a savage twist, she pulled them free, the sound of tearing flesh mingling with the Faunus's gasps. She finished the job with a quick slash across his throat, ending his struggle.

As the last of the White Fang members fell to the floor, Vernal, Jaune, and Sun surveyed the car, now littered with bodies. The passengers, who had been frozen in fear, began to relax, their tense expressions softening into relief as they realized the danger had passed.

"Is everyone alright?" Vernal asked, her gaze sweeping over the group of hostages. Her voice, though firm, held a note of concern.

The passengers remained silent, too shaken to speak, but several of them nodded in response, confirming that they were unharmed.

Jaune, sensing the need to keep them calm, stepped forward. "Alright," he said, his tone reassuring. "I need you all to head to the back cars. They've been cleared, so don't be alarmed. Everything is under control."

Sun joined in, offering a reassuring smile. "We've got another group at the other end of the train contacting the authorities in Vacuo City. Just remain calm, and you'll be safe."

The passengers, reassured by their words, began to move toward the previous car, their fear slowly giving way to gratitude. A few of them even managed small smiles, relieved to know that help was on the way.

Once the last of the passengers had left the car, Jaune, Vernal, and Sun exchanged determined glances. The immediate threat had been neutralized, but their mission was far from over. Without a word, they continued making their way forward, ready to face whatever else the White Fang had in store.

As they sprinted down the narrow passageway, Sun glanced over at Jaune and Vernal. "We should be getting close to the front by now," he said, his breath steady despite the urgency in his voice. "Let's just hope there won't be any more surprises waiting for us,"

Vernal, still tense from their previous encounter, nodded grimly. "Yeah, let's hope so," she muttered, her frustration barely concealed.

But as they burst into the next car, their hopes were dashed. The entire train car suddenly shook with violent force, causing them to stagger and brace themselves against the walls. They exchanged wary glances, their hearts pounding with a mixture of confusion and dread. Before any of them could voice their concerns, their answer came crashing down—literally.

With a deafening tear, the roof of the car was ripped open, and from the gaping hole above, a young Devyl, a large horned armored lizard-like Grimm, plummeted into the train. Though smaller than the full-grown version, it was still a fearsome sight, its black scales glinting within the light, its horny hide armored with white curved or straight spikes, and its jaws snapping with razor-sharp teeth.

Vernal's eyes widened in disbelief as she let out an exasperated growl. "Oh, for fuck's sake!" she cried, her patience stretched to the breaking point.

Jaune's expression hardened, and without missing a beat, he dropped into a fighting stance, his sword and shield ready. "So much for no more surprises," he said, his voice low and determined.

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Meanwhile, Oscar and the others continued their trek toward the rear of the train, moving with purpose as they navigated through the narrow corridors. The tension was palpable, but their determination kept them focused. Finally, they reached the back of the train, arriving at the driver's car, where, as they had hoped, a radio was mounted on the console.

Maria wasted no time. She snatched the radio and quickly turned it on, her experienced hands deftly working the controls. Pressing the button, she spoke with urgency. "Hello? Can anyone hear me?"

She released the button and waited, the seconds stretching out as they all held their breath. Then, crackling through the static, a voice responded.

[Who is this?] the voice on the other end inquired, its tone sharp and authoritative.

Maria allowed herself a brief smile, relieved to have made contact so quickly. "This is Maria Calavera, Ex-Huntress," she replied, her voice steady. "Our train has been hijacked by the White Fang, we need the authorities ready at the station, we've got a few Hunters on board working to bring down the White Fang and regain control of the train,"

[Ms. Calavera, this is the Captain of the Vacuo Police Force, we're aware of the situation and will have reinforcements waiting at the station] the captain's voice came through, firm and reassuring. [Can you tell us how many White Fang members are on the train?]

Maria frowned slightly, her brow furrowing as she considered their encounters so far. "No, I'm afraid not," she admitted. "We've only fought a few so far, but we don't know how many more there might be,"

[Understood] the captain responded, the gravity of the situation clear in his voice. [And do you know how many hostages they're holding?]

"No, we don't have an exact count, but we do know they were after the Schnee boy, don't worry, though, he's with us, and we're keeping him safe," Maria replied.

[Mr. Schnee is with you right now?] the Captain asked, surprise evident in his tone.

"Yes," Maria confirmed.

[Can we speak to him?] the Captain requested.

Maria nodded and handed the radio to Whitley. The young boy hesitated for a moment, then took the device, his voice wavering slightly as he spoke into it. "Hello? Captain, this is Whitley Schnee,"

[Mr. Schnee, it's good to hear your voice,] the Captain responded, a hint of relief in his voice. [Are you unharmed and safe?]

Whitley nodded instinctively, even though the Captain couldn't see him. "Yes, Captain, I'm safe, thanks to the people protecting me," he replied, his voice gaining a bit more confidence.

[That's reassuring to hear,] the Captain said, his tone softening slightly. [Now, can you tell me how many of you are working to free the train?]

"Three, sir," Whitley answered. "They're incredibly skilled from what I've seen."

[Good to know,] the Captain replied, the professionalism returning to his voice. [Now, do you have any information on the White Fang members? Are they trained, or do they have Aura?]

"No, sir," Whitley replied, his voice calm and composed. "We've only encountered your average ruffians so far."

[That's good to hear, Mr. Schnee. Please keep us updated as the situation unfolds] the Captain instructed.

"Of course, Captain... Thank you," Whitley responded politely.

As the conversation ended, Whitley handed the radio back to Maria and turned to his rescuers, a small smile on his face. "Seems like things are starting to work in our favor," he said, a hint of optimism creeping into his tone.

"Indeed," Maria agreed, her expression thoughtful. "It's a relief that the White Fang made demands before we contacted the authorities, now that they're fully informed about what's happening, they'll be better prepared to handle the situation when we arrive,"

"That's definitely good for us," Deery chimed in, nodding. "It should make things easier once we reach the station,"

"Hopefully," Whitley said, his smile faint but genuine.

The group felt a wave of relief wash over them. For the first time in what felt like hours, it seemed that the tide was turning in their favor. But before they could relax and savor the moment, their brief reprieve was shattered. The door at the far end of the car suddenly slammed open with a violent crash, drawing all their attention.

Standing in the doorway was none other than Bertilak, his face twisted in pain and fury. His weapons were clutched tightly in his hands, and a small but steady trail of blood dripped from a wound in his side, staining his clothes a dark red.

"Who is he?" Whitley asked, his voice tinged with both curiosity and unease as he stared at the imposing figure in the doorway.

Oscar, sensing the ominous aura emanating from Bertilak, felt a chill run down his spine. His instincts screamed that this was no ordinary foe—they were in serious danger. "Bad news," Oscar muttered, his hand gripping the hilt of his Jian as he drew the blade from its sheath with a sharp, metallic hiss.

Bertilak's eyes locked onto the group, his gaze narrowing as he spotted Whitley among them. He clenched his fists around his weapons, his expression hardening as he took a step forward. His voice was low and menacing as he snarled, "Hand over the Schnee brat, and I won't have to bash your skulls in."

Oscar immediately stepped in front of the group, positioning himself as a shield between Bertilak and the others. His sword was raised, ready to strike. "Not happening," Oscar said firmly, his eyes never leaving the dangerous man before him.

Bertilak's lips curled into a mocking smirk as he sized up the young Huntsman. "Kid, you really think you can take me on?" he taunted, a dark amusement dancing in his eyes. "I bet you don't even know how to properly swing that sword."

Oscar's glare intensified, his determination burning hotter with each word from Bertilak. "Let's see about that," Oscar retorted, his voice filled with resolve.

Without warning, Oscar launched himself forward, moving with surprising speed and agility. Bertilak's smirk faltered for a split second, caught off guard by the suddenness of Oscar's attack. He barely had time to react as Oscar closed the distance between them in the blink of an eye.

Bertilak quickly raised his mace, preparing to bring it down on the young teen, but Oscar was faster. Just as the mace swung through the air, Oscar ducked low, narrowly avoiding the brutal strike. In one fluid motion, he slashed his Jian across Bertilak's torso, the blade cutting through cloth and flesh with precision. Bertilak winced, feeling the sharp sting of the wound, his smirk replaced by a grimace of pain and anger.

Oscar pressed his advantage, aiming for a high strike that would end the fight quickly. His blade flashed toward Bertilak's face, but the rogue Huntsman was fast, stepping back just in time to avoid the deadly arc. Without missing a beat, Bertilak lashed out with a swift kick aimed at Oscar's chest. Sensing the attack, Oscar raised his sword at the last second, deflecting the blow. The force of the kick sent Oscar skidding backward, but he maintained his balance, the floor screeching beneath his boots.

Bertilak took a moment to steady himself, but the pain from the wound Jaune had inflicted earlier surged through his side, causing him to grimace. His hand instinctively went to his injured torso, his breath labored. Still, he wasn't out of the fight, not yet.

Oscar, his heart pounding but his mind sharp, snapped into a defensive stance. He shot a glance back at his group, his voice firm. "Get out of here! I'll hold him off!"

Deery, her face pale with worry, shook her head. "We're not leaving you behind!" she protested, her eyes pleading.

"I'll be fine!" Oscar shouted, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Just get Whitley out of here, now!"

Before anyone could argue further, Bertilak charged again, his mace swinging in a deadly arc. Oscar barely had time to parry the blow, his sword ringing out as it deflected the heavy weapon. Bertilak snarled, but Oscar's reflexes were quick. He sidestepped the rogue's momentum, twisting his body with finesse, and slashed Bertilak across the back. The rogue let out a grunt of pain, his posture faltering for a moment.

Fueled by pain and rage, Bertilak swung his second mace wildly, trying to catch Oscar off guard. But Oscar ducked low, slipping under the reckless attack, and jabbed his blade into Bertilak's knee. The blow forced Bertilak down to one knee, his breath hitching as pain radiated through his leg. Seizing the moment, Oscar delivered a powerful kick to Bertilak's face, the impact snapping his head back. Dazed, the rogue Huntsman toppled to the ground, momentarily stunned.

"Go!" Oscar barked.

Taking their cue, Maria, Deery, and Whitley rushed past the two combatants, sprinting toward the next car. The sound of their hurried footsteps echoed through the metal as they disappeared through the door, leaving Oscar alone with the still-reeling Bertilak.

Oscar exhaled, gripping his sword tightly. He knew this was far from over, but at least now the others were safe—for the moment.

Bertilak groaned, his body aching from the blows he'd taken, but his fury drove him to push through the pain. With a roar, he swung his mace at Oscar, a wild arc aimed at crushing the boy. But Oscar was ready. With nimble reflexes, he jumped back, the mace narrowly missing him as it slammed into the floor with a heavy thud.

Bertilak staggered to his feet, glaring daggers at the young Huntsman. His chest heaved with rage, his pride wounded by the thought of being bested by someone so much younger. "You're gonna wish you handed over the brat when I'm done with you!" Bertilak snarled, his voice dripping with venom.

Oscar didn't flinch. Instead, a cocky grin spread across his face, one that would've made Vernal proud. The farm boy had come a long way from being timid and unsure—now, he stood tall, meeting Bertilak's wrath with unshakable confidence. "Yeah? We'll see about that, asshole!" Oscar shot back, his tone sharp, taunting.

Now, it was Oscar Pine's turn to protect those he cared for. The weight of responsibility sat squarely on his shoulders, but it didn't crush him—it fueled him. This was his fight, and he refused to lose. Not today. Not when so many were counting on him.

His heart pounded in his chest, but it wasn't fear driving it—it was adrenaline, the thrill of battle, and the fierce determination to stand tall in the face of overwhelming odds. His sword gleamed in his hand, a symbol of the strength he'd gained and the confidence he now carried.

'Jaune... Vernal... Aunt Mel... Watch me!' Oscar thought, his eyes burning with resolve.

Oscar shifted his stance, eyes locked on Bertilak, his posture exuding confidence. The rogue huntsman was dangerous, but Oscar had faced danger before. He wasn't that scared farm boy anymore; he was a fighter and a warrior, just like Jaune and Vernal, and he had a mission to complete.

With a final smirk, he whispered under his breath, "This one's for you." Then, with swift determination, he charged at Bertilak, ready to prove he was a force to be reckoned with.

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The next Chapter is Oscar's turn to shine! That's right! It's time to see what Oscar can do! Will he be able to beat Bertilak or will the rouge be able to beat our young farm boy!? Who knows what happens next?

Anyway! Hope you enjoyed the chapter and are happy for the next one, because you don't wanna miss what I have planned!