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(A/N) Edited for clarity and/or minor fixes 2/8/19.
This story is written in first person, and I've been asked many times to announce which character's POV is currently being portrayed. I started doing that in ch11, but now I'm retroactively putting them in. Just know that the /- symbol announces a character transition.
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Chapter One – Sierra B-312
/- Noble Six; Reach - Near Asźod Shipyards /-
'DEMON!' A voice roared. A voice I recognized as one belonging to an Elite.
My leisurely walking pace halted instantly, and I turned around. 'Hmm, a Field Marshal… Maybe you'll actually put up a fight, unlike your brethren…' I said, gesturing to the field of Covenant corpses we were standing in.
He growled and activated his dual energy knives. 'YOU WILL PAY FOR WHAT YOU HAVE DONE!'
A small smirk crept its way onto my face, not like he could see it under my Recon helmet, though. 'Eh, care to put your money where your mouth is?' I taunted, sheathing my sniper rifle, seeing as I won't be needing it here.
'GRAAAA!' The elite roared, finally losing its temper, as it charged me. I dodged at the last second in a flurry of rose petals, letting its momentum carry it just past me. I quickly climbed up onto its back and buried my combat knife into its skull, killing it.
'Disappointing…' I huffed as I wiped my blade clean before re-sheathing it. 'Alright, I survived… I guess…' I thought, looking back at the blue-stained and body-stricken field I was standing in. 'Now what?' I looked around, spying a long-abandoned house in the distance. Shrugging, I moved towards it.
Rather than knocking, I drew my M45 shotgun from my back and kicked down the door, sweeping the area to make sure that no covvies were present. I methodically searched every room, but thankfully found no hostiles. I came across a partially shattered mirror in what remained of the dining room, and only now did I notice how stained my armor was. My color scheme, a unique combination of a red front and a black back, was replaced almost entirely with blue alien blood, only a few, tiny, spots showed their intended color.
I sighed before popping off my helmet and reaching into one of the many pockets on my recon chestplate, pulling out a silver rose emblem. '…Hey mom…' I started, rubbing the memento with my thumb. 'Sorry I haven't talked in a while, I've kinda been busy… The Covenant found Reach… and we're losing… I've been fighting for about a month straight now, and I don't know if I'll make it off this planet…' My last memory of my mother flashed through my mind and I could feel my eyes start to water. I shook my head, quickly bringing my mind back to the present. 'I… I don't know if I'll be able to make it back home…' A solitary tear rolled its way down my cheek and I took off my helmet to wipe it away. 'I wish I could've known dad… or my sister… Goddamnit, I don't even remember their names!' I shouted, throwing my hands up in the air. 'I miss you, mom…' I laid a quick kiss upon the emblem. 'I love you.' I said, returning it to my pocket.
I quickly composed myself and donned my helmet before setting out. Where was I going? I had no idea, I just picked a direction and walked. After walking for several hours without covenant contact, I started to become suspicious. I was certainly not in friendly territory, and yet, there are no hostile contacts to speak of… And that's when I noticed the CCS-class battlecruiser approaching my position. 'Well, fuck…' I muttered to myself as I broke into a run. After several minutes, it was clear that this particular ship wasn't just aiming to glass a section of the planet… it was specifically targeting me.
Upon realizing this, I knew escape was out of the question. Instead of dying afraid and running, I stopped and sat down, pulling out mom's silver rose. 'Well mom, looks like I was right…' I said. 'I'm not gonna make it off Reach…' a sad smile crossed my face. 'Its gone… and there's a covvie battlecruiser that's gonna glass me any minute.' I felt the air ionize and I looked up to see the ship in question charging its glassing beam directly on top of me. 'See ya soon, mom…' Just then I felt an immense amount of power well up inside my head, and my vision was enveloped in a bright white light.
My eyes fluttered open, only to meet the darkness outside of my helmet. Moments later, my memento floated by me, just inside arm's reach. I quickly grabbed it, stowing it and scanning the area for any clues as to my whereabouts. In the corner of my eye, I spotted a planet. I used my suit's built in thrusters to turn towards it. 'Okay, I'm in space, apparently… But that is definitely not Reach over there…' I keyed my comms. 'This is Sierra Bravo-Three-One-Two in orbit of an unknown planet requesting a pick-up, anyone copy?'
…
'I repeat, Sierra Bravo-Three-One-Two requesting a pick-up.'
...
'Great… alone again…' I checked my orbital trajectory. 'Oh, that's not good…' I thought as I realized I was in a decaying orbit. Given that I didn't have an M-Spec re-entry pack, I immediately fired my thrusters to make the descent as shallow as humanly possible before orienting my body to enter back-first into the atmosphere.
My journey through the upper atmosphere was surprisingly, and thankfully, uneventful. I came in shallow enough to barely have any re-entry heating get under my shields, and even less got under my natural energy shield, though it still stung as if the flames had licked my bare skin.
I punched through the clouds, still supersonic, and activated my suit's rockets. They wouldn't do much, but it would at least be something as opposed to nothing. At 1km up, I was barely subsonic and locked my armor, bracing for impact. The impact came, and everything went black.
My eyes fluttered open and I groggily gave out a groan. After a few seconds, I came to my senses… only to realize that there was someone reaching for my helmet. I quickly de-activated my armor lock and swatted her hands away.
She jumped back with a yelp. 'Geez, can't a girl get a little nap in after falling from orbit?' I sarcastically said as I got up. I studied the girl in front of me as she seemed to be in awe of my height. She stood far shorter than my armored form. Just eyeballing it, I'd say she stood a little under a foot shorter than me, making her around 5'5 or 5'6. She had amber eyes and raven hair topped with an odd black bow that I'm sure I just saw twitch. She wore black tights that slowly faded into purple at the bottom underneath a pair of white short-shorts. For her top, she wore an odd black sleeveless coat, that was only buttoned once just underneath her bust, on top of a cut-off white blouse. One of her arms had a detached sleeve with a metal cuff around it while the other had a ribbon wrapped around her forearm. To finish off the outfit, she wore a pair of black wedged heels. As her head moved to the side, I spotted a black sword on her back, blending in nicely with her hair. 'Good to know she's armed, and that she's not a threat.' Sensing that we had been staring at each other for long enough, I extended my hand. 'Spartan B-312, and you are?'
The bow-wearer blinked, probably at my odd name, and hesitated for a second… Eventually, she accepted my gesture. 'I'm Blake.' She looked me over for a second, her posture saying that she was more curious than afraid. 'Good, she's probably not an innie than…' I thought to myself shortly before she continued. 'What are you doing out here?'
I finally turned my attention to my surroundings, which I have been ignoring due to a lack of motion tracker contacts, and saw that I was in some kind of red-leafed forest… 'Not the oddest I've seen, though it is interesting…' I thought to myself as I pondered the best way to answer her question. Eventually, I just shrugged. 'Didn't really have much choice over my landing zone… Falling without a re-entry pack tends to do that, you?'
Her breath hitched and eyes widened slightly. 'Ah, so… doing something you're not supposed to, then? I'd say it has something to do with that fancy sword your hiding…' 'N- Nothing… Just… out for a walk.'
I crossed my arms. 'Yea… just out for a walk… carrying your sword. Just… as ya do…' I said, sarcastically. 'Look, I really don't care if you're a wannabe ninja, just try not to kill yourself with that thing…' She glared at me. I threw up my hands. 'Alright, alright! Listen, just… can ya lead me to the nearest city or something?'
She again studied me for a second before answering. 'Fine, I'm headed to Vale anyways.'
'Can we stop here for a minute?' My guide asked.
'Alright.' I replied, sitting on a fallen tree. I took off my helmet, eliciting a stare from Blake. 'Yes?' I asked, eyebrow raised.
'Just curious, how old are you?' She asked, curiosity in her voice rather than venom.
'Well, I'm not sure… I'm at least seventeen though, why?'
Blake raised her eyebrow. 'It's just that… you look like you're fifteen. Also, how can you not know how old you are?'
I shrugged. 'Guess I've just got a young face…' I lied. 'And as for your question, I'd rather not talk about it…' I took out my memento and stared at it for a bit, idly rolling it between my fingers.
She nodded, a blank expression on her face. 'I can respect that.'
After a few minutes, I spoke up. 'Hey, mind telling me what planet I'm on?' I asked, stowing the silver rose emblem that I had been holding.
Blake looked at me quizzically. 'Uhh… Remnant?'
I shrugged. 'Never heard of it. Is it an inner colony, or outer?'
She looked immensely confused for a moment. '…Colony?'
'Yea, is it kinda near Sol, like the inner colonies, or is it a bit further away, like Meridian or Arcadia?' I asked, clarifying my question.
'I… umm… uhh… I…' She stammered out. '…Let's… come back to that question…'
I shrugged before putting my helmet back on. 'Eh, sure. You ready to move?'
She flinched. 'Uhh, sure… Yea, let's go…'
It was around half an hour later that my companion spoke up again, being completely silent for the journey previous to this. 'Why?'
'Hmm? Why what?' I asked.
'Why do you trust me?' Seeing me not respond, she elaborated. 'You just fell out of the sky on some random planet you've never even heard of and you're letting a complete stranger lead you around! Aren't you worried that I'll lead you into a trap or something?!'
'Eh, I don't actually trust you.' Her eyes widened. 'But you are certainly not a threat to me. And, given that you didn't draw your weapon on me the second I woke up, I highly doubt you're an innie.' I paused for a moment, my helmet hiding a smirk. 'Even if you tried to lead me into a trap, you would be woefully underprepared to fight one of only two hyper-lethal Spartans in existence.'
She stood there, speechless, for a moment before finally managing to stammer out a coherent sentence. 'You… you've… killed people?!' she yelled.
'Yep, I think it's about… three thousand? Four? I don't really know.' I said, nonchalantly. Her face paled and she backed away. 'Something wrong?'
'G- Get away from me!' She yelled as she unsheathed her sword.
I sighed. 'Seriously?' She backed up another step. 'Have I tried to kill you yet?' I asked.
'N- Not another step!' She said as she began taking continual steps backwards.
I sighed again. 'You wanna leave? Fine, go ahead. I can probably find the city on my own anyways.'
Her eyes darted from side to side before she turned and ran. I could've outrun her, but there just really wasn't a reason to. I shrugged and turned back towards the direction we were heading.
Its been a few hours since I arrived in the city… and I'm hopelessly lost…
All this time I have been trying to raise any UNSC or even UEG personnel, but I have been unsuccessful. Furthermore, I have been completely unable to access the planetary waypoint, meaning that I do not have access to a map of any kind. Walking in the dark, I finally come across an open store, an oddly named shop called 'From Dust Till Dawn', and decided to ask for directions from the shopkeeper.
I enter, expecting the shop to be mostly empty. Instead, I'm greeted by the sight of an old man in a green shirt and a faded red apron being held at gunpoint by three attackers. Two of them, the grunts I assumed, were dressed in black suits with a matching bowler hat and a blood-red tie with matching slatted sunglasses. One of them was wielding a red katana whereas the other had a strange pistol. The one in the middle of his two grunts wore a white suit coat with black dress pants, black gloves, and a black bowler hat. Oddly enough, his only armament seemed to be a cane of some sort, though, by the construction of the tip, it would seem to be a cane-gun as opposed to its more vanilla cousin.
They all turned towards me and one of the katana-wielders rushed to attack. I grabbed the hilt of his sword mid-swing and tore it from his hands. Meanwhile, I brought up my left hand and crushed his windpipe with a knife-hand strike. As he was collapsing to the floor, I flung his sword at the other black-suit. He failed to dodge it and the weapon impaled him in the chest, killing him nearly instantly.
White-suit guy, seeing his subordinates slaughtered, decided to engage me in melee combat. He brought up his cane to strike, but it was child's play to dodge his mediocre attempt. I grabbed his cane with one hand and my sidearm with the other. He decided it would be a good idea to punch me in the head with his left hand. I could've dodged it, but I figured it would be more entertaining if I didn't. His fist impacted my faceplate and my helmet barely moved an inch. He screamed in pain and grabbed his, now very likely broken, hand, letting go of his cane in the process.
I kicked White-suit guy in the midsection, throwing him to the ground, before whirling around and facing the two black-suits that had tried to sneak up on me. Both were wielding katanas… Big. Mistake.
To their credit, they had the brains to simultaneously attack me. Unfortunately for them, I dodged one attack and parried the other, knocking him off balance. I quickly fired three rounds into the non-staggered one's skull, killing him instantly. Before his body even hit the ground, I whipped the cane around and cracked the last black-suit's skull open.
I once again turned to face White-suit guy, expecting him to be curled up on the ground like any normal human… only to be met with his attempt at tackling me. The key word being 'attempt', in reality, I only slid back a few inches before stopping completely. He stared at me, wide-eyed in shock, unaware that I sheathed my pistol. I grabbed him by one of his arms and kneed him in the gut a few times before taking him to the ground and putting him in a submission hold.
He struggled for a bit before giving up. 'Who… Who are you?' He asked.
I smirked under my helmet and replied in as robotic a tone as I could manage. 'Spartan B-312.'
After the police arrived, they took me with them to their station. I'm now sitting across from a blonde woman, like I have for the past five minutes, with nary a word being said. The woman wore a white long-sleeve pleated top with a large opening in the center and a pair of gauntlet cuffs that cover most of her forearms. She also adorns a black pencil skirt and matching stockings with heeled boots. Last but not least, she wears a half-black half-purple frayed cape that also adorns a golden tiara on the back. This is the bespectacled woman that has been furiously studying me for the entire time she has been in here; eyes desperately trying to pierce through my visor.
Finally, her composure broke, and she let out a huff of indignation. 'Who, no, what are you?'
A smirk crept its way onto my face, it's going to be fun messing with her. 'Classified.'
Her scowl deepened. 'And which question does that answer?'
'Yes.' I turned off the intercom and locked my armor before bursting into laughter as she began to visibly shake.
I regained my senses just in time for another man to enter the room. He was also bespectacled, but instead wore a green suit with a matching green scarf. 'Glynda, enough.' I unlocked my armor and re-activated my intercom in preparation to speak with this man. 'Glynda' ignored him for a moment before closing her eyes and taking several deep breaths. The man sat down across from me, still staring into my visor, but instead of a permanent scowl, he wore a slight smirk. 'Guess the fun's up then, oh well, I still got a good kick outta messing with that Glynda woman…' I thought to myself. A minute or so passed with no words said, the only movement in the room being the man occasionally taking a sip of his coffee. 'You know, it is quite rude to hold a conversation with a fully enclosed helmet such as yours.' He said in a matter-of-fact tone.
I shrugged before removing it and running my fingers through my black, jaw-length hair. I blinked a few times to adjust to the new light level and only now noticed the expressions of the other people in the room. 'Hey, you guys look like you've seen a ghost.'
They continued to stare at me. Green-suit guy eventually recovered, he grabbed his datapad and pressed a few buttons before handing it to me. 'The woman on the left, does she look familiar?' I looked at the picture and immediately knew what he was talking about. The woman in the picture looked exactly like me. Every. Single. Detail. Even down to the silver eyes that everyone obsessed over, was identical. It was as if I was looking in a mirror. I just stared at the picture for the longest time. Even noticing the familiar-looking silver rose emblem on her belt. I quickly pulled out mine to confirm my suspicions.
'How did you get this?' I asked, my voice short and strict.
'That woman is one of my former students, Mrs. Summer Rose.' He took another sip of his coffee. 'A number of years ago, she disappeared after the Grimm attacked her family home, along with her daughter-'
'Ruby…' I finished for him. 'Ruby Rose…' I nodded. 'Guess I finally have a last name…' I paused for a minute. 'Heh, has a nice ring to it…'
There was a long pause. 'We assumed you were dead, Miss Rose, where were you?'
'Spartans never die, we're just missing in action…' I gave a slight chuckle. 'As to where I've been, its classified.' I saw him deflate slightly before I continued. 'Since I finally found out where I'm from, is there any chance that you know where my family is?'
He changed the picture on his datapad to one of a grey-shirted man drinking while a blonde, burly man looked on disapprovingly. In the background, a young woman with golden blonde hair in a short ponytail was hunched over a desk, pouring over notes of some kind. 'Yes, the two men are your father and adoptive uncle, while the girl in the background is your sister.'
I poured over the picture, analyzing every detail, but my gaze lingered upon my sister for longer than the other two. From the angle the picture was taken at, it was impossible to see anything but her back, though I could see that she looked depressed. 'My sister… she doesn't look well…'
His neutral face suddenly took on an element of solemnity as he changed the picture to one of her exclusively. She was smiling, but I could easily tell it was a forced one, and her blue eyes scarcely held any life within them. She wore a red sleeveless sweatshirt that slowly faded into gold towards the bottom and adorned a black burning heart emblem in the upper left-hand corner. A hardened leather spaulder adorned her left shoulder, in addition to a rerebrace made of the same material below it. 'Yes, she was hit hard by both your and Summer's death. But she has found a singular purpose, and I believe it is the only reason why she is still with us.' He flicked the picture over to one of a file for a place called 'Beacon Academy', with the title being 'Student File: Yang Xiao Long'. 'She has dedicated her life to becoming a huntress; to protecting the citizens of Remnant from any and all threats.' He paused for a moment. 'Classes start in a week, and if I remember correctly… We still have a spot open.' He flicked the datapad over to another screen, an application form. 'A spot that I believe you can fill, Miss Rose…'
I stood near Beacon's air docks, leaning on a tree and observing the just-landed airships disgorge their passengers. Last week's discussion with Professor Ozpin, as he was called, had been an interesting one after he invited me to attend his academy. At first, I declined his offer, but that answer changed when I learned that not only is this world severed from the rest of UNSC space, but that it would be completely helpless without me there to defend it. It had not been a decision I would have made if I could return to the front, but I do like the idea of being one of the few Spartans to meet their birth family.
The first one out was a blonde boy wearing partial medieval-era plate armor. He quickly ran out of the airship and hunched himself over a garbage can, disgorging his last meal. 'Motion sickness… sucks for him…' I idly thought as I kept eyeing the students. I would probably have looked very out of place amongst the huntsmen-in-training here… were it not for my active camouflage armor mod. The reason I was hidden was not for fear of retribution, hell, I could probably take every student here and come out nary a scratch on me, but instead it was to avoid… unwanted attention… Given that I was almost completely still, I would be effectively invisible… Especially to a certain bow-wearing ninja wannabe that had just entered the courtyard.
The noirette was staring down a white-haired prissy girl with murderous intent. 'Hypocrite…' I thought. After a few seconds of staring, Vomit boy made an appearance and clumsily tripped over the Princess's luggage. She repeatedly screamed in his face and started shaking a vial of red powder around… only for it to explode. Another red vial was thrown in the air by the explosion and landed right at Blake's feet. She picked it up and scowled at the insignia on the bottle. 'Ah, so a vendetta against a company, then? I'm guessing the Princess has something to do with it…' Blake walked towards the duo, Princess still screaming her lungs out at Vomit boy, who was busy stammering out what I assume were apologies.
Suddenly, they both notice that Vomit boy is bleeding, Princess looks indifferent and storms off, whereas Blake produces a miniature first-aid kit and starts assessing the damage. She cleans the wounds, picks out a few small glass shards with a tweezers, and slaps on a few bandages before calling it good. She then promptly leaves him with what I assume were words of encouragement.
I sighed at their antics before spotting a familiar golden ponytail amongst the dwindling crowd. I had already decided to not approach her yet as to not overwhelm her, but I really wanted to see her in person. I may or may not have hacked into her file, and thus, learned that I would have no shortage of opportunities to actually meet her before tomorrow's initiation. I finally got to see her completed outfit, in addition to the sweater and few bits of armor, she wore two large matching golden bracelets as well as a dark grey pair of pants and white tennis shoes. She also had on a black backpack, though it wasn't stuffed by any stretch of the imagination. Given that most, if not all, of the students were toting at least one large wheeled luggage, this meant that she was traveling light.
She stared at Beacon Tower for a few seconds, likely taking in the sight, before letting her shoulders slump and continuing on, her head hung a few degrees below straight forward. I sighed again, knowing that I would have a lot of work ahead of me with regards to Yang's depression.
A minute or so later, I deactivated my cloak and walked into the auditorium. The place was fairly full, so I decided to lean against one of the outer walls. The students kept filing in, and soon enough, Ozpin started his very… un-motivating speech. Afterwards, we were directed to gather in the ballroom after nightfall. I sighed, before heading to my remedial courses.
Given that I grew up completely cut off from my homeworld, I obviously lacked any education on Remnant-specific things such as aura, dust, grimm, and their history. With the exception of aura, I had to take a very accelerated course on each of those subjects. The only reason why I didn't have to take a class on aura is because I already was more proficient in it than over half of my class… Apparently, the thing that I've been calling a 'Natural Energy Shield' all these years is just aura.
It was well into nighttime by the time my remedial finals got done, and, having nothing better to do, I headed to the ballroom. Along the way I heard screaming, and I instantly turned towards it, drawing my shotgun. As I got closer, I realized these screams were ones of physical exertion, not of terror. Seeing my mistake, I quickly stowed my weapon, but now I was curious. I activated my active camouflage and peeked around the last corner I came to.
I raised an eyebrow at what I saw. There she was, my sister, training well into the night. I eyed a water bottle on a nearby bench and cracked a smile at an idea that I just had. I deactivated my cloak, grabbed the water bottle, and shouted 'Heads up!' before throwing it to her. She whirled around and dodged it before dropping into a practiced boxing stance, her eyes a fiery red. 'Little jumpy, eh?' I jabbed.
She sighed and blinked, her eyes returning to the blue shade I saw earlier. 'Who are you?' she asked, meekly.
'I'm R-' I stopped myself before I said anything, realizing that now was not the best time to reveal myself. 'Call me B-312 for now.' I extended my hand.
She paused before reaching for my outstretched arm. 'That's an… odd name…' She forced a smile. 'I guess I'm Yang…' her face returned to normal. 'So, what are you doing here?'
A smirk crossed my lips as I cracked my neck. 'Well, I saw you practicing and I was wondering if you wanted a sparring partner.'
She blinked, and it took a little bit for her to respond. 'Uhh… Sure…'
I cracked a smile and dropped into an eastern martial-arts stance, my left foot back and my arms raised to about neck height. I also elected to go easy on her, seeing as I was a fully-armored Spartan. 'Ready when you are, blondie.'
Her eyes flashed blood red and she surged forward with a wordless battlecry. My sister immediately unleashed her fury and beset upon me with over a dozen punches within the span of only five seconds or so. No normal human would be able to block all of her punches… so it's a good thing that I'm not a normal human. She kept up the pace for roughly ten seconds before she had to back off, her chest rising and falling rhythmically.
We started to circle each other like sharks, each looking for an opening to exploit. She surged forward again, but this time concentrating everything into one monster of a punch. I dodged with only an inch to spare… but this was intentional, for she had overextended herself with her strike. I quickly grabbed her gauntleted forearm and brought her midsection into several powerful knee strikes. I landed my leg and switched my balance before bringing my other leg around to kick out her knees.
The move worked, but she caught it in stride and recovered with a summersault. 'Nice one.' I commented. 'How's your aura?' I asked as we began to circle again.
'Feels like sixty… You?'
'Full.' I responded. For the duration of this fight, I had decided to let her win if she broke my shield… I doubt it'll happen though. Her eyes widened and I surged forward, bringing up my fist before she even knew what was happening. I halted my fist midair for a split second to give her a chance to attempt a block or a dodge, of which she chose the former.
She brought up her gauntleted fist to block, and, to her credit, was actually able to successfully stop my strike. Unfortunately for her, she didn't see my other fist make a jab towards her midsection. She just barely twisted out of the way but let go of my other arm in the process. We began exchanging blows, each striking, being blocked, and then counterattacking. I purposefully let a couple fists past my guard, but she accidentally let several more through hers. Eventually, one of my punches staggered her, and I threw a roundhouse at her torso. It connected, and her aura barely held. I backed off. 'Aura?' I asked.
'I'm… Done…' she said between breaths. 'You hit like a truck…'
'More like a MAC…' I thought to myself as I turned up my armor's strength again. 'Thanks, you're not bad yourself.'
She blinked. 'What do you mean? I was barely able to touch you!'
I cracked another smirk under my helmet. 'Yea, but you obviously haven't been training to fight people.' I chuckled a little bit. 'Against a Grimm, you'd kick ass.' The fact that I'm a Spartan went unsaid and was the real reason I was impressed with how well she did… even if I handicapped myself significantly.
She seemed at a loss for words, and I just now noticed that her eyes had changed back to blue. 'I… umm… Thanks?'
'Don't mention it,' I gave her a pat on the back. 'we should probably hit the hay, though.'
'Uhh, yea… I guess we've got a big day tomorrow, don't we?'
My eyes snapped open and I shot up, hand reaching for my pistol. I looked around… only to realize that I was in the middle of Beacon's ballroom… 'Damn nightmares…' I muttered to myself as I holstered my weapon. I looked at the time, 5:37am. 'Well, I guess I slept in…' I thought as I looked to Yang's bedroll…
...only to find her missing from it.
By pure chance, or Ozpin's intervention, I ended up next to my sister for the night… not that she knew I'm her sister yet. I decided that now would be the time to tell my sister… I just needed to find her first…
I checked all of the likely spots, the bathroom, the cafeteria, and the plaza. There was only one place I hadn't checked yet, the place that we sparred a scant six or seven hours ago. I rounded the corner and, sure enough, there was the golden berserker, going through her routine.
I leaned against the building and watched her for a moment. With wordless battlecries, she surged forward, striking at imaginary enemies. She continued her routine for several minutes, mostly using her fists, but occasionally mixing in a kick of some sort. To finish it off, I saw her imitate the move that I used on her during our sparring session. Dodging a punch, grabbing the arm, using it to lead into a knee, and then quickly sweeping the legs. She slid away from her imaginary opponent before hunching over and attempting to catch her breath. After a few seconds, she turned around. Instead of greeting me with a friendly wave, she froze.
'You're up early.' I commented.
She was frozen in fear but was able to stammer out a response. 'Y- Yea… uhh… y- you are too…'
I made an unamused look under my helmet. 'Yang, what's wrong?'
She took a step back. 'I… Uhh… I don't know what you're talking about…'
At that moment, it clicked. 'I'm guessing you've been talking to Blake?'
Suddenly, she stood her ground. 'Is it true?'
'The fact that I've killed? Yes.' She stiffened up. 'But, I have no interest in killing anyone here.'
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Her steely face softened into one of confusion. 'But… Blake said you tried to kill her.'
I scoffed. 'If I did, she wouldn't have lived to tell about it… I think our sparring match yesterday proved that.' Her guard dropped. 'What I doubt she told you, Yang Xiao Long, is that I do not take killing lightly. My body count may be in the quadruple digits, but they all had a reason to die. Humanity as a whole would be worse off if they had lived.' Obviously, I left out the four mooks I killed on the day I arrived, but hey, details...
She was silent for a moment. 'You don't even trust me with your name. How can I possibly trust that you won't try to kill me?' Then her eyes widened in realization. 'I… I didn't tell you my last name, how did you-'
'Because we've met before, Yang.' I quickly finished.
She was taken aback. 'I think I would have remembered meeting a giant like you.'
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I cracked a smile before popping the seal on my helmet. 'Let me give you a hint…' I said as I slid the piece off my head.
(A/N) And that's the revised version of Ch1 done!
I'll be revising all the chapters while this thing is on hiatus, though the only thing I'll actually be changing is wording, plus, adding descriptors to the /- symbols to make this thing easier to read.
I might add an Omake that expands on off-screen events mentioned in each chapter, but other than that, it'll still have all the same information.
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Anyways, that is all! See ya guys in the revised version of 'Players and Pieces', the next chapter.
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