King: Okay! 95! We got this.

Knox: You okay, man?

King: Yeah... yeah, I'm good. Let's get right into it.

Inspiration: Team Fortress 2

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Everyone gathered again in the main room and King floated over the group, "Alright! Snack run!" He moved through and got everyone snacks and drinks as they asked. Once everyone was set, he floated back up to the screen. "Who's ready for the next round?" King popped out of existence again as he continued, "Let's see what we get this time."

The scene opened to an old warehouse in the middle of a desert area. After a moment, the building erupted into fire and destruction. They heard someone laughing off screen as it did. The camera panned to the side to show Jaune from the back, dressed in a red uniform with a ballistic vest and bandolier over his shoulder.

Velvet grumbled a bit, "That's not a good sign."

Jaune's laughter died off with a satisfied sigh. He grabbed something next to him and tipped it up over his lips, revealing it to be a squared bottle.

Qrow laughed seeing this, "Damn! Kid drinks straight from the bottle. I'm kind of impressed."

Jaune finished the drink and tossed it off toward the building. "An' good riddance! Ha ha!"

Yang grinned, "What is that accent?"

Velvet shrugged, "We have people with similar accents back at my old village."

Jaune turned from the building and walked off to the desert. "s'almost too easy~" He picked up a long sword and slung it over his back. A pair of grenade launchers, one smaller than the other, set on either side of his hips.

Yang just turned to her sister, "Ruby?"

Ruby looked over the weapons for a moment before answering, "One of them fires standard grenades, like Nora's launcher. Though the actual apparatus to do so is skewed, so the grenades will probably spin midair…"

Nora gasped, "That sounds so fun~!"

"The other has another button by the trigger, likely for remote detonation instead of timers or impact."

Nora was getting more excited, "Awesome~ We need to figure out how to upgrade my grenades!"

Jaune walked off and the camera followed him along. Jaune cracked his neck and the camera moved along to show an eyepatch over one of his eyes. "Gon' ta have to bury what's left of them in a soup can~!" He laughed again and grabbed another bottle, taking a long drink.

The scene faded to a new moment when Jaune kicked in a door to another warehouse. "Job's done!"

A hand reached up and stopped him from going in further. This belonged to Neptune, dressed in the medical officer's coat. "There you are."

"Ooh!" Nora grinned, "It's the mercenary group again~"

Jaune didn't seem bothered, "What?"

"We've been given a directive by Madam Director. We're to be interviewed by a local reporter."

"An' this is important, why?"

"Because it's your turn." Neptune grabbed Jaune's shoulder and shoved him into a side room.

Jaune hopped a bit at the sudden movement but retained some balance. At least enough to stay standing. He looked up to find Lisa Lavender sitting at a table, waiting for him. Jaune sighed and he walked over, taking a seat opposite her. "Now what?"

The scene snapped to a red and tan card with [Meet the Demoman] written over the middle, that same jazzy tune playing. A grenade rested on the side and a sword leaned over the entire set.

Neptune grinned and shook his head, "Got to get that in somewhere."

Jaune wasn't there for the others, so he was in for a fun time. Not that he knew it.

The scene returned to show Jaune and Lisa again.

Lisa cleared her throat before smiling in that way reporters often would. The smile of a professional trying to look somewhat friendly and relatable. "Right then. Let's start with your name for the records."

"Jaune Arc." Jaune didn't seem all that excited about the interview.

"Right… And what about your job among the mercenaries?"

"Demolitions."

"So, you tear down buildings with explosives?"

Nora laughed excitedly, "That sounds like an awesome job!"

Jaune laughed, "Buildings, sentry turrets, any daft laddie that gets in the way! Oh! And me liver~" He laughed again and took a long swig from a near bottle.

Lisa kept up her grin, but it was obvious she was a in the deep end now. "Right. So, what would make you a good demolition officer?"

Jaune's face turned sour as soon as she said that.

Winter nodded, "She just stepped into a minefield."

Weiss turned to her sister, a bit confused, "How so?"

"The word would. It may imply that he doesn't have the trait in question."

"But, why get mad about that? It's a simple question."

Qrow laughed, "Kid. He's drunk. He's not going to care."

Winter scowled toward the caped huntsman, "Of course you would know…"

"I know my kind, Ice Queen."

Jaune slowly placed the bottle on the table before glaring toward Lisa, "What would make me a good demoman? If I were a bad demoman, I wouldn't be sittin' here discussing it with ya, now would I?!"

Lisa, to her credit, was able to backpedal and reword herself like a champion. "I simply mean what trait do you have that makes you so skilled at your profession!" She was very scared though. A drunk man in charge of explosives would do that.

Jaune made the motion to say he was watching her before sitting back in his chair again. "If I had ta say anything, it would be ma nerves."

"Nerves?"

"Obviously. Ya have to have balls o' brass to do this job!"

Ironwood nodded with a sense of understanding. "He's not wrong."

This confused a few, but they'd get an explanation soon.

Jaune continued, "One crossed wire, one wayward pinch of potassium chlorate, one errant twitch! And KABLOOIE!"

Everyone now understood why he would say that. Shaky hands and nervous shakes would make the job nearly impossible, and likely get you killed.

Jaune grabbed the bottle again before taking a very long drink from the bottle. He downed most of the liquid within without breaking.

Qrow shook his head, "Oh boy…"

Lisa watched the scene, uncertain of events. "Um… should you really be drinking then?"

Jaune looked toward her before bringing the bottle down again and onto the table. "Ain't done me wrong yet. Might get me sway'n, but I still get the job done." Jaune took another sip from his bottle before looking over the outer shell of his addiction. "Sides, we got plenty of mad bastards like me in this operation."

Weiss huffed in indignation, "That shouldn't be an excuse."

Qrow shrugged, "Long as he gets the job done with minimal collateral, I don't think it matters."

Lisa nodded, "I've met the rest of your team… I'm well aware."

Jaune laughed, "That must'a been a hell of an introduction!" His laughing fell off with another long drink from his bottle. After a moment, he slammed the bottle back onto the table.

Lisa knew someone who used to act in a similar manner, an old friend that drowned himself in alcohol to get passed a traumatic period in his life. She could see these signs a little too well. "Are you alright?"

Ruby and Yang glanced toward Qrow and their father. After Summer died, the two went through their own demons. Tai just shut down and Qrow dived further into his bottle. They were happy that both men were able to move passed it, but they knew it was still under the surface.

Weiss and Winter, however, let their minds drift to their mother. It was as if she tried to escape from reality at the bottom of a wine bottle.

Jaune didn't get defensive or get angry. "I got a manky eye… I'm a French, Scottish cyclops! They got more fecking sea monsters in the old Loch Ness than they got the likes of me…"

Qrow sighed, "Angry to sad drunk faster than I expected."

The scene faded again to show Jaune on the job. He jumped down from a deck and fired pill-shaped grenades off into the battle raging around him. Three such grenades launched through the air before landing in a sentry turret's nest. A second later, the turret was scrap. Jaune ran along and drew his longsword to lop a Blu merc's head clean off. He eventually found himself on an upper ramp with his launcher ready again. Five members of the Blu team marched toward him: the heavy (Yatsuhashi), the medic (Neptune), the soldier (Ruby), the spy (Fox), and the sniper (Pyrrha).

Meanwhile, the interview with Lisa was continuing on, with Jaune's voice playing through the scene. "SO! Ta' all you fine dandies so proud! So cocksure! Prancing about with your heads full'a eyeballs! Come and get me I say!"

Yang laughed a little at his outburst, "Wow… he's pretty mad he lost that eye, I guess."

Jaune ran back through a building behind him and found himself leaving through a chokepoint doorway. An idea formed and he grinned at the scene before him. He swapped grenade launchers.

Nora's head tilted a bit, "What's he doing? I know they're remote explosions, but why launch them without the others in sight?"

"I'll be wait'n for ya with a whiff of me old brimstone!"

Jaune fired these grenades at points around the doorway.

"I'm a grim, bloody fable! With an unhappy, bloody end!"

The Blu team moved through the door in slow motion, realizing what surrounded them. Small grenades with spikes were stuck to the wall around the doors. Jaune was standing there with his bottle tipped up and drinking.

Ruby brought her fist onto her open palm, "Oh! They're sticky grenades!"

Nora spun around toward Ruby, "Ruby! Make plans for weapon upgrades!"

"Already on it!"

Jaune grinned and saluted the five as the grenades exploded, killing all of them. The camera moved as if it was one of the Blu member's heads, landing face up. Jaune walked over into frame, laughing. He leaned down to the camera, "Aw… They're goin' ta have to glue you back together IN HELL!"

Yang grinned from ear to ear, "Damn, that's a good line!"

The scene faded back to Jaune and Lisa.

Jaune finished his bottle, "That all?"

Lisa nodded once before standing. "Yes. That's all. Thank you for your time." With that, she left.

Jaune stayed there for a while before grabbing another bottle. "Hmm… Need to get some more soon." As he walked out, he knocked over a pill that armed as it fell to the ground. "Need to get that good scrumpy~" Jaune laughed but as he tried to stand, he fell to the ground, passing out onto the floor. The jazzy outro followed soon after, as the world closed on Jaune's drunken snoring.