If you see the first and the following chapters changed or new ones added, it is because I edited them. There won't be many changes, except that I noticed parts where I rushed or didn't delve much into various aspects.
I am not the owner of RWBY and Fallout 3. The rights belong to Bethesda and Rooster Teeth.
VOL 1 CAP 6: Welcome to Beacon
The Dunwich building was being reinforced by the Brotherhood's reinforcements, who had deployed sentries and robots to keep the mutants and raiders at bay. Inside, even the monoliths stood out as the pride of Sarah Lyons, accompanied by some scribes analyzing the structure and samples.
"Secure everything. Don't leave anything loose; even a screw must be kept and taken for analysis by the scribes," ordered Sarah Lyons, while a group of paladins and some scribes took samples inside the building.
"This is fascinating, Elder Lyons," said Scribe Rothchild, in his red uniform. "These samples are fresh," he commented, holding a piece of wood that was still damp. "How could the Enclave obtain samples from before the war?" he wondered aloud.
"That's probably related to those monoliths," pointed out Paladin Vargas, gesturing at one of them.
"Do we have any report from Paladin Johnson?" Colvin asked a scribe examining the power source.
"Unfortunately, no. His Pip-Boy hasn't received the message; however, I've discovered a few things," replied Scribe Rothchild as he picked up one of the Tesla coils.
"Proceed with your report," insisted Sarah, fixing her gaze on the samples.
"These Tesla coils powered the monoliths to make the machine work. But as you can see," he pointed at the charred coil, "this one is fried. My hypothesis is that the arrival of Paladin Johnson's group caused them to burn out."
"How long will it take to restore power to this machine?" Sarah inquired.
"We don't know, but we will send some soldiers and scribes to the remains of Adams Base," replied Rothchild.
"You better hurry; they've been missing for days, who knows where," Kodiak said, gripping his laser rifle firmly; he did not like this place, nor the structure surrounding it.
Sarah nodded as she analyzed the machine. She was not a scientist, but she understood it was a kind of teleporter. The million-dollar question for her was: why would the Enclave use this?
Too many questions and few answers. She just hoped Albert could get in touch with them.
After the meeting, they tried to investigate the area, but they encountered a problem: they couldn't read the alphabet there. They decided to return to the hotel and wait for their pick-up to board the vertibird.
"Blurgh!" Jericho burped as he tried not to look out the Bullhead window or move from his seat. "When will this damn torture end?" he murmured, trying to hold back his nausea.
"Soon," Harkness said, observing the teenagers with his synth gaze, discovering something unusual about them, which he would share with the group later.
"Did we receive any signal from the Brotherhood?" Cross asked, sipping purified water from his canteen, attracting curious glances from Beacon volunteers.
"That was the first thing I did this morning. Nothing," Albert replied while adjusting his supervisor's helmet. "For now, we are on our own, and we must maintain a facade until we receive news," he concluded.
"Hello and welcome to Beacon," said a hologram of Glynda. They couldn't help but roll their eyes at the mention of "peace." If the wasteland had taught them anything, it was that the word peace was nothing more than an illusion.
"Whoa!" Butch exclaimed as he spotted Beacon in the distance. Most were surprised to see it, while Jericho struggled to keep from vomiting, alongside a blonde boy.
Upon arriving at the landing platforms and having the doors open, Jericho and the boy ran to the bins, vomiting. The rest looked at them with sympathy or disgust. The survivors were amazed by the sight of Beacon, which resembled a castle; the most striking feature was the clock tower in its center, though they didn't know much more.
As they moved forward, the group waited for Jericho to finish. "The last… time I entered those things," he said while spitting out the remnants of his vomit.
Fawkes smiled. "You said that after Adams Base, and you came back," he commented, provoking laughter from the group while Jericho gave him the middle finger.
Once finished, the group headed where they needed to go. As they walked, they noticed the weapons and clothing of the volunteer 'hunters,' which were flashy and colorful, some with or without protection. The weapons caught their attention; there were exceptions like swords, rifles, or pistols, while others were strange; even a boy had a yoyo on his belt, as if it were a grenade.
Suddenly, an explosion echoed in the distance, causing them to draw their weapons upon feeling danger. The teenagers looked at them strangely as they moved calmly.
Not hearing another explosion, they calmed down and holstered their weapons. "Why the hell weren't you on alert?" Sydney asked loudly, surprised by the casual attitude of the others.
"Either this is normal or they're lacking a sense of survival," Clover said, looking at a muscular boy.
Upon entering the amphitheater, they heard a momentary fight, but it silenced when Ozpin spoke, drawing everyone's attention.
"I won't take long," he said as the group straightened up to listen. "You have traveled in search of knowledge to perfect your technique and acquire new skills, and upon finishing, plan to dedicate your life to the protection of people." Some felt motivated. "But looking at you, all I see is wasted energy."
'What a great motivator,' Albert thought sarcastically.
"A need for purpose and direction. You presume that knowledge will free you from it, but during your stay here, you will discover that knowledge will only take you so far; it is up to you to take the first step," Ozpin concluded, passing the word to Glynda, who was moving away from the amphitheater.
"You will meet in the hall tonight. Initiation begins tomorrow; be prepared. You may leave," Glynda informed as the audience began to disperse, and the survivors followed them to an area with lockers to store their weapons. They were forced to do so, but they hid a knife; you can't sleep peacefully anywhere.
That night, they grouped as far away from the teenagers as possible, almost at the edge of another group reading a book. They didn't fully trust them and preferred to stay together. Not having sleeping clothes or travel gear, they kept the same attire, except they removed some pieces to be more comfortable. Albert kept the filtration mask.
"I discovered something about the people here," announced Harkness, capturing everyone's attention.
"What did you find?" Cross asked.
"I analyzed the composition of some and compared it to ours; let's say they are not one hundred percent human."
"What do you mean?" Albert inquired.
"Their muscles are denser, their bones have more calcium, and their nerves are more active. In short, they are stronger than an ordinary human."
"Like a subspecies of Homo sapiens?" Albert asked, receiving a nod from Harkness.
"Exactly, think about Homo sapiens neanderthalensis and Homo sapiens sapiens. In this case, they would be in between like a subspecies."
"That doesn't explain Glynda's powers when they took us to headquarters," Butch interrupted.
"That's what I plan to investigate once I manage to decipher the language," Harkness replied.
"I know you!" A youthful female voice interrupted, making them go silent.
Looking over, they saw the silver-eyed girl from the shop, along with another with long blonde hair. Both wore pajamas.
"This is the group I mentioned to you, Yang, those who made Torchwick run away," said the girl to Yang. Maybe friends?
"So, you all scared that guy into running with his tail between his legs instead of fighting?" she asked with a confident smile while crossing her arms.
"Yeah, any problem with that?" Albert inquired seriously.
Yang was surprised by the masked boy's attitude but hid it. "No! Nobody here has a problem. It's just strange that you didn't take him to jail."
"We're new here, and we don't know everyone yet," Butch mentioned, standing up to calm the tension. "I'm Butch, and this group of misfits are my colleagues."
Yang smiled and shook his hand. "I'm Yang Xiaolong, nice to meet you. And this is my sister, Ruby," she said while hugging her by the shoulders.
"Sisters? You don't look alike," commented Sydney.
"Half-sisters," Ruby replied as she let go, and Sydney nodded.
"Oh my God! I love your hair!" Clover exclaimed, admiring her.
"Yeah, I know, it's awesome. Yours doesn't look bad either," Yang returned.
"Thanks for noticing! Do you know how hard it is to maintain it during expeditions?" joked Clover.
"Don't even get me started; I just trust a hairstylist to touch my hair."
"Then pass me their contact, because I could use a new cut," Clover responded.
"Women," Jericho murmured, pulling out a bottle of whiskey.
"What the hell is going on here?!" shouted a girl with white hair, who looked angry; her hair was completely white, except for a scar on her right eye. "Don't you realize that some are trying to sleep?" she said, glaring at Jericho. "And you can't drink here!"
Jericho looked at her, annoyed, reminding him of the former residents of Tenpenny Tower, whom he had hated for their superior attitude. "I couldn't care less what you think, girl," he said while drinking.
"Excuse me?! I'm not a girl, and this is not a dump bar. Put that away or I'll report you to the teachers," she threatened.
"And if I don't, what?" he asked, challenging her.
"Jericho, put it away," Albert ordered. Jericho, begrudgingly, put the bottle away.
"Thanks for making him understand his place," said the white-haired girl.
"I didn't do it for you or the others," Albert replied.
The girl was angry and walked away irritated, while the black-haired girl, who had her hair in a bun, silently observed everything. 'They are interesting,' he thought.
Albert tried to contain his frustration since he had woken up, thanks to a girl with orange hair who was quite energetic, talking to an Asian boy who looked tired since breakfast. He would give her points for keeping calm around her.
While taking the victory rifle and checking the magazine, the rest of his group had already done the same or were adjusting their combat armors.
"So, Pyrrha," he heard the white-haired girl speak to a girl with a Roman-like appearance and red hair. "Have you thought about what team you'd like to be on? I'm sure EVERYONE is eager to join. With someone as strong and classy as you," she said, while Pyrrha showed discomfort in her body language.
"Pyrrha planned to let the pieces fall into place," she responded courteously.
"That would be fantastic!" the other girl blurted out sarcastically.
As the white-haired girl contemplated her response, Jericho interrupted.
"Get out of the way!" Jericho shouted, pushing her aside to open his locker.
"Excuse me?! Do you have to be rude all the time?" she asked, indignant.
"Yeah, and I couldn't care less," he replied while opening his locker.
"Do you know who I am?!" she asked angrily.
Jericho didn't care and walked away as he turned to see that a hidden camera was among the trees, one that focused on both him and Weiss, and would clearly capture if he decided to shoot her. "Damn, I'm stuck with you."
"What? You mean stuck with me?" That icy glare only deepened in frustration because Jericho hadn't apologized to the girl.
"Remember what the old man said at the cliffs? First person, eye contact. Does that ring any bells?"
For a moment Weiss paused, reflecting on Jericho's words, and it seemed like she turned them over and over in her mind until understanding reflected on her features. Then she felt horror as her already pale skin grew even paler. "No way am I going to be partnered with someone like you."
"Wow! You know how to warm the heart of a former raider, princess," he said with as much fake cheer as he could muster. He leaned to the side, pointing with his thumb at the camera he had seen. "Want to say that again in front of the camera so I don't get in trouble for leaving you hanging?"
"What are you talking about?" Weiss followed the movement of his thumb to the direction he was indicating before her eyes fell on the camera Jericho had pointed out. Oh, look, horror was returning to her face, mixed with fear and disappointment. "No, no, no... You can't be my partner! I was supposed to be paired with Phyrra!"
"Unfortunately, you and I are screwed," he said as he approached and hugged her around the shoulders while Weiss shuddered. "Look at the bright side, princess. You already have someone willing to get blood and sweat on their hands for you."
She pushed him away. To be honest, he doubted he would get along with her; if dealing with the kid was complicated, dealing with someone who had everything handed to her on a silver platter would be troublesome. He would at least have fun annoying her about that.
With a tired sigh, she looked at him. "I guess I have no choice now that we've made eye contact. What's your name?"
"Jericho, former raider," he said casually as if nothing.
Weiss was momentarily surprised that he admitted to being a bandit; her face reflected disappointment. "A pleasure. Let's finish the initiation," the girl's voice was filled with apathy as she turned in the direction they had been indicated, without saying another word.
'A raider and a girl resembling those from the vault. This brings back good memories.'
Charon was no stranger to anything. He always kept his head cool under any circumstances, which is why he had garnered such a distant personality devoid of emotions. Since he was brainwashed to be a bodyguard to the worst and then be a good person who fell in love but lost to the penultimate owner and was once again sold by Azhrukal to Albert who freed him and helped his love finally rest in peace, he thought he had seen it all.
But being thrown in the air and coming out unscathed thanks to the trees, and now battling in a world similar to that of before the war but containing mutant animals that disappeared upon death made him raise an eyebrow that didn't exist.
As he walked with the terrible shotgun in hand, alert for anything, he saw the forest he never thought he would see and heard how other kids were taking their test.
He heard nearby the sound of a gun firing along with the sound of a whip and the cuts of a sword. He ran in the direction where the noise came from, seeing a woman with a white shirt, a black vest, a right sleeve of the same color along with a white short that matched the tights with a purple touch, along with boots, and a symbol he didn't recognize on her right leg besides wearing a black bow on her head. She was fighting with a kind of sword-gun connected to a sturdy black whip.
She was taking care of cutting the limbs of a Yao Guai with bone defenses on its body to bring it down. Charon pulled out the Blackhaw revolver and shot directly into its pupil, killing it with a single blow. He would approach her. But both became alert upon seeing mole-rats running toward them. They looked at each other and at first, the girl looked momentarily surprised by his appearance, but she would set that aside to nod, and he would respond and they would both attack.
The girl used her whip to throw them in the air to leap on a fallen trunk to stab them one by one until landing on the ground and blocking an attack from one that had rolled into a ball and smashed into her weapon. But to Charon's surprise, he saw her leave behind a shadow of fire that exploded on the creature, burning it.
Charon left awe behind as he shot at close range against the mole-rats to bring them down and finish them off. He quickly reloaded his shotgun and struck one to throw it to the ground, putting his boot on its belly to blow its head off.
Once everything was settled, they joined together. "Not bad."
"Likewise," Charon responded in his classic raspy voice.
"Are those wounds recent or have they been there for a while?"
"Time," he said while reloading his shotgun. "How did you set fire to your shadow?" he asked.
"With my semblance and Dust," the girl replied.
"Give me one of those Dust rounds," the girl handed him one from her gun, a red one.
Charon analyzed it, seeing that it was .44 ammunition which he placed in Blackhaw and shot at a bush, igniting it to ashes. This surprised him because it wasn't like a regular incendiary bullet, besides the 'semblance she mentioned.' He would let that aside to report the information to his group.
"Looks like we'll be a team. The name's Blake Belladonna. And you?"
"Charon," he replied as they both walked in the indicated direction.
"Are you sure you don't need medical help? Those wounds look severe," she said worriedly.
"I'll be fine," he replied while shooting at another mole-rat.
Cross managed to survive the fall thanks to his power armor but damaged his legs. When he had time and was alone, he would fix his prosthetics. For now, he faced while shooting his laser pistol at the farther mutants, while he stomped on the closer ones or used his super sledge.
As he fought, he saw from between the trees a giant wolf who growled at him. Cross pulled out his super sledge and charged at it. The wolf backed away to avoid the blow and would strike him with its paw, which Cross would block with his weapon. The wolf tried to bite his head, but Cross, using the hammer part of the sledge, would strike it, making it recoil and losing some teeth, but getting a cut across his chest from it. This surprised him, but he charged with a war cry.
"For the Brotherhood!" he shouted as he jumped onto a rock to deliver a precise blow to its head, thanks to the power of the power armor and the weapon crushing the wolf's head.
Once the combat ended, he would advance north. As he moved forward, he saw two massive Yao Guai approaching, and Cross prepared for the attack with his super sledge, but he heard a sharp scream.
"Nora smash!" shouted a girl with orange hair, green eyes, pale skin, wearing a white shirt with a heart on her chest and a pink skirt along with some pink glove-like coverings and a white sleeve paired with white and pink sneakers. The girl smashed literally with a single blow using a hammer and grabbed another by the neck to ride on it while laughing like a little child.
Behind her followed an Asian man with long black hair with a pink streak dressed in traditional green Asian attire, and his weapons were two SMG submachine guns with daggers.
They exchanged glances and decided to follow the girl who was headed in the same direction as Cross.
A yao guai was prowling the forest looking for humans. It could feel them in the air thanks to the smell emanating from the humans' weapons. However, a new odor invaded the mutant's nostrils. A burnt smell mixed with something sweet. Between the rocks, it glanced sideways at something shining. As it focused its gaze, it opened its eyes wide upon seeing the barrel of a rifle aiming at it. Before it could charge the human, it would receive a .308 armor-piercing shot from a sniper rifle that would make its body disappear.
Sydney smiled as she loaded her reservist rifle. She had already taken down a good amount of mutants from her position.
After finishing loading and emerging from her hiding spot, she saw a horde of meatflies approaching her. She quickly pulled out her Ultra SMG and started firing to disperse the horde.
But something flew in front of her, which was a golden shield with red, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw something black that picked it up and returned back. When she turned, she saw it was a red-haired woman in light gold armor with a sword of the same color as her clothing. To Sydney's surprise, the woman switched from the sword to a hunting rifle and began shooting.
First, taking down the mutants, then admiring the beautiful piece of weapon she was using.
Together they would take down one by one the meatflies until there was silence.
"Hey," said Sydney.
"Hello, a pleasure," the woman replied kindly as she put away her convertible weapon.
"You have a nice weapon. What ammunition does it use for the pistol mode?"
"Thanks, it uses .45. And your submachine gun? Not bad at all."
"10mm; personally, I prefer armor-piercing for large enemies."
"How long did it take you to build it?" asked the redhead.
"About two months. And you?" she asked.
"Three months," said Sydney. "The name's Sydney."
"Phyrra Nikos," she greeted. "We should move north."
"Sounds good," both said as they walked north.
"This is so much fun!" Clover shouted, euphoric, as she finished off a small mutascorpion.
"If we make it out alive from this, maybe!" Butch replied, shooting his SMG at the approaching mutts while covering Clover, who fought up front with her sword and a shotgun, cutting and shooting the beasts at close range.
When it seemed like she had finished them all, a giant two-headed snake appeared. One white and the other black, both with penetrating red eyes.
"To hell!" Butch said, speechless.
"If it bleeds, it can die!" Clover said excitedly as she ran towards the snake to attack it.
"Don't hog all the fun, babe!" yelled Yang, who propelled herself with her gauntlets to deliver an uppercut to its face, while Clover cut what should be its nerves.
"Did it just fly?" he said, unbelievingly, while reloading his weapon.
"Amm, need a hand?" asked a male voice.
Butch looked up to see a blonde boy wearing black sweatpants with a cheap metal armor and a sword hanging from his belt, who was hanging from a branch thanks to his hood.
Butch glanced over as Clover and Yang were fighting the mutating snake. Knowing they would be fine, he holstered his SMG and went to check on the boy. "How's the weather up there, Blondie?"
"Amm, kind of nice," he replied awkwardly. "Could you get me down from here? Please?"
"Let me guess, did the tree prevent your fall but you injured something?" he asked rhetorically.
"...Yeah, it hit my head, and it feels like it's throbbing," he admitted, embarrassed as he rubbed his head.
"That makes sense. Alright, kid, let's get you outta there," he said as he grabbed his legs. "Ready?"
"Wait, on three or countdown?" he asked nervously.
Butch yanked him down hard, breaking the branch and part of the hood. "Ouch…my hoodie," he remarked at the damage.
"Here, take this, buddy," he said as he handed the boy a stimpack. "Inject it in your neck and you'll heal. Don't worry about it; it'll cook."
The boy injected it, feeling the healing effects for the first time. "Thanks, man, I feel better than ever," he said, shaking Butch's hand, who helped him get back on his feet.
"I'm Butch Deloria, leader of the Tunnel Snakes. And you?"
"Jaune Arc, short, sweet, rolls off the tongue, and women love it," Butch looked at him incredulously and then laughed.
"I like your confidence, kiddo," he said as he joined the rest.
"So now we're a team," Yang said, looking at the group. "Hey! I know you, you're Vomit-boy."
"Ahhh! The kid who vomited with Jericho," added Clover to an awkward Jaune.
"I get nauseous in the Bullheads; it's a common thing," he said sheepishly.
"Yeah, we know," Butch said.
"Let's get moving, loves, or more of those things will come," Clover said as they walked in the direction indicated.
"Cinta," said Harkness to Albert, who would hand it to her. They were next to Meatball, who was biting the clothes of an injured volunteer while others were helping him to take him to where there was a total of fifteen injured teenagers and two others with their clothes used as blankets to cover the lifeless bodies. The initiation hadn't gone well.
First landing in trees was a problem. On the way, Albert and Harkness met, fought some mutants, and started finding injured ones from the fall or some healthy ones trying to carry the injured to safety. Luckily, they were smart and didn't look them in the eyes to avoid problems of being joined.
Currently, they ordered Meatball to pick up any injured he found and bring them here; he would earn a reward if he did well.
The dog had brought many, and they were trying to attend to the injuries as best as they could with the medical supplies.
After finishing with one, immobilizing his arm, they moved to another to verify.
Harkness, using his synth vision, analyzed the injured. "This one needs a blood transfusion." He moved to another. "Morphine for this one." To the last. "This one is dead." Albert cursed silently.
"How can they remain calm?" asked a volunteer, attentive to the only ones who knew first aid.
"Experience," Albert replied indifferently.
"I see you turned into combat medics, right?" said Sydney, along with Phyrra, surprised at the number of wounded.
"Oh Oum! I knew it would be hard, but not this hard," she said.
The man and the synth looked at them. "Hey, this is Phyrra. I found her fighting a mutascorpion."
Albert nodded while working to stop the bleeding, and Harkness just gave a quick greeting. "Can you cover us while we tend to these two?"
"No problem," said Sydney as she pulled out her sniper rifle and positioned herself, and Phyra nodded to convert her spear into a rifle.
"What's up with these weapons?" said Albert while connecting a blood bag to a vein on the subject lying on the ground.
Harkness shrugged with no answer to that. "My hypothesis is that it's the same hostile fauna."
"Good point," said Albert as he finished to go with the other to administer morphine to the last who nodded; Albert just gazed at his chest.
After finishing with the injured, they headed to where Sydney was shooting accurately at the heads of mutants while Phyrrha fought against a giant bear using acrobatic combat tactics.
"Fiu! Not bad," said Sydney watching her fight.
Phyrrha would finish the bear using her spear to slice off its head. She would calmly return to the group.
"Albert," she said, looking at him through the lenses of his mask. "And the dog is called Meatball."
"Harkness, a pleasure," he said while shaking Phyra's hand.
"We should move," said Albert, pulling out his rifle as Meatball approached.
"Shouldn't we stay?" Phyra asked, looking at the injured.
"I don't think so. Most likely, the teachers are already heading that way. Not to mention, if we don't arrive, we fail," Albert said, indifferent to this.
"...Alright, let's advance," said Phyra, slightly uncomfortable around the rude adolescent.
As they advanced, they heard nearby combat. Approaching, they saw Ruby wearing a black and red dress wielding her weapon Crescent Rose, which was a scythe that could transform into a sniper rifle. She was fighting against several wolves. Phyra ran to help her, battling with her weapon Miló and Akoúo̱, while the others provided cover. Thanks to Harkness's enhanced vision and the use of the gamma weapon they took down all of them.
"Hi Albert!" Ruby greeted him, feeling from the tone of her voice his blood sugar rising while Meatball was happy to meet a new friend.
"Hello, Ruby," he greeted, not fully trusting her.
"I suppose we're a team."
"It seems so."
"Let's move," said Harkness.
"Okay!" she exclaimed excitedly as she followed them.
"It's this way," Charon said to Blake as they advanced.
As they walked, Blake noticed that Charon was no ordinary person. It wasn't just his zombie-like appearance or that he was a man of very few words; it was that he was a very efficient fighter using a standard weapon or his knife. When she asked where he had learned that, he simply said "Experience," leaving her more confused about his past.
"What is a semblance?" Charon asked as he walked ahead.
"The semblance is a unique manifestation of our souls. It is a power that each person develops throughout their life, an extension of who we are and our experiences," Blake explained to a Charon who was paying attention. "Each semblance is different and reflects our personalities, desires, and inner struggles. For me, my semblance relates to shadows and agility; it allows me to move quickly and effectively, something essential in my fight against the Grimms. Semblances feed off the soul."
"Is that what the mutant animals are called?" asked Charon. She was confused that he knew the mutants as Grimms.
"Yes, they are attracted to us through negative emotions." Charon nodded.
"Does it have to do with the soul?"
"Yes. Aura, on the other hand, is the vital energy that we all possess. It protects us and allows us to resist damage. It's like a shield that absorbs the impact of attacks, both physical and emotional. As we struggle and face challenges, our aura wears down, but it can also renew with time and practice."
"How do you unlock it?" he asked.
"There are several ways; one of them is through a chant or through critical moments of high stress, both physically and mentally."
"...I see," said Charon, mentally noting everything.
"Why do you ask? Don't you have yours unlocked?"
"My group does not have it, including me," he said, surprising her that Charon without aura could survive the fall and knew how to fight without needing one. This led to more questions about his origin.
Fawkes walked calmly all the way to the ruins without any interference, accompanied by Sargent RL-3. The programming may have been obsolete, but it was better to have company. While advancing, he saw in the distance Cross heading north. The calm super mutant followed them.
"It must be around here," Jaune pointed at a cave.
The new team would enter what should have been some kind of hideout. While Butch illuminated with the flashlight function of the Pip-Boy, Charlarian stayed alert for some things. However, seeing a series of multiple red eyes watching them and how they rose put them on guard. Butch, when illuminating, saw that it was the largest mutascorpion he had ever seen in his life.
"Do we run or shoot?" he said.
"Run or shoot?!" he raised his voice, waiting for a response.
"Both!" Jaune shouted as they fled the cave, being chased by the mutant.
"Did we come here for this?! For damn junk?" Jericho shouted, looking at the relics that were chess pieces.
Weiss rolled her eyes at the raider. "They must have some kind of antiquity or symbolic representation," she remarked while picking up the white queen and Jericho the first piece that caught his eye, which was the black pawn.
"Symbolic my ass."
"Jericho," said Charon's deep voice.
Turning to look at him, he would smile. "You're finally here, zombie!" he said in his unique way.
"Don't call him that!" Weiss shot back. "I apologize for that…friend," she said somewhat awkwardly at Charon's physical appearance and his height.
Charon simply raised his arms, while Blake watched her distrustfully. "I'm Blake Belladonna, and this is Charon." Weiss inclined her head to greet.
"HAHAHA," Nora laughed while bringing down the Yao Guai to the ruins and breaking its neck. "Awwww, it broke."
"Nora..." the Asian man spoke tiredly. "Don't do that again. Ever."
"Please," said Cross, recovering his breath.
Nora approached and shook hands and to Cross's surprise, she could move it rapidly without issue. "Oh my God, you're my new partner! I'm Nora, and this is my best friend Ren. I hope you'll take care of me well, or I'll take care of you well with Ren, and we will be best friends! Where did you get your armor?! You're from Atlas! Can I use it?" she rambled excitedly, leaving Cross confused, not understanding anything. He glanced at Ren, who merely shrugged as if saying, 'You'll get used to it.'
"We have an energetic friend, brothers," Fawkes spoke, startling the teenagers.
"Acknowledged," said RL-3.
"Oh my Oum! A troll!" Nora exclaimed excitedly.
"I'm glad to see you, Fawkes," said Cross.
"Get out of here, get out of here!" Butch shouted along with the rest at the mutascorpion freeing itself.
Weiss concentrated a shot from her weapon to create an ice block to freeze its legs.
"Thank..you, ice princess," said Clover as he recovered his breath.
"Well, we're all gathered here," said Harkness, looking at everyone.
"Yeah, even a huge bird," Albert remarked, spotting a massive black bird heading toward them. "Now we can die together."
"Take a piece and let's get out of here!" Ruby urged, causing everyone to grab a piece and flee just as the mutascorpion freed itself.
All would flee from the relics while pursued by the huge Grimms until they reached the ruins of a bridge. Turning around, they saw that a multitude of bears, mole-rats, and wolves joined the battle.
"Fawkes, keep the bird at bay with your laser rifle! Ren, Nora, and I will go against the mutascorpion!" Cross ordered his group. They nodded and went to engage.
Weiss commanded, "Jericho, Charon provide support. Blake with me!" Blake and Charon nodded.
"Finally, you're speaking my language, girl," Jericho said. "Come for me, sons of bitches!" he shouted to draw them in while Charon shot his shotgun.
"Clover, Yang. Help with the scorpion. Butch and I will provide support."
"Sure, babe," said Clover, drawing her sword and charging alongside Yang while Butch shot at the horde, and Jaune shouted orders on how to attack.
"Harkness, Sydney, and I will provide cover. Phyrrha, Ruby, Meatball, go!" Albert ordered.
"Alright," Albert said.
As the survivors fought against the horde of Grimms, the hunters battled the giant Grimms. The combination of gunpowder, laser, and gamma weapons helped to decrease the horde.
The battle would end.
"That was it, let's get out of here," said Albert, stowing his weapon.
"Weiss Schnee, Blake Belladonna, Jericho, and Charon. By choosing the pieces of the queen and the pawns, you will be the WBJC team led by Weiss Schnee," Ozpin spoke before the group of students.
"Not bad, princess," Jericho mocked upon descending from the amphitheater.
"Jaune Arc, Butch Deloria, Clover and Yang Xiaolong. For collecting the pieces of the white knight, you will be the JBCY team led by Jaune Arc."
"Me?" Jaune asked in disbelief.
"Congratulations, buddy!" he said, giving him a soft pat on the back as they descended.
"Star Paladin Cross, Lie Ren, Nora Valkyrie, and Fawkes. For taking the pieces of the tower, you will be the CRNF team led by Star Cross."
"We are the kings of the castle!"
"And finally, Ruby Rose, Albert Johnson, Sydney, Phyrrha, and Harkness. For taking the pieces of the pawn, you will be the ARSPH team led by Albert Johnson."
"Fine," Albert said indifferently.
"Yes!" Ruby exclaimed excitedly.
"This will be an interesting year," said Ozpin, taking a sip from his coffee mug.
"Ma'am! We have some new late members," said a girl of color with green hair, brown pants, and a green top, to a woman with black hair, a red dress, and yellow eyes as if they were flames.
"Let me see," the woman said as they handed her the Scroll with the information about the new teams.
She looked up at the colorful collection of them and some who didn't seem human. "They're interesting, but they won't cause trouble. However, we need to be careful," she said, smiling with malice.
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