《The Last troopers | A RWBY x GraveDigger Fanfic》
The last troopers.
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A Jeager holds a picture close, life draining from his hands, as his eyes fade.
"Stay with me..!" The Flame trooper whispers, frantically messing with his FAK, trying to operate on the dying man.
"It''s no use... I¡ªI''m sorry... Tell her I''m sorry." The Jaeger whispers, his ragged breaths echoing in the empty cave before his body goes limp.
"Damnit!" He clenches his fists against the Jaeger''s chest, his head hanging low. "It''s no use, We better get out of here before we get shot dead." The Radio trooper says, her hand fiddling with her headset.
"No! I''m not leaving here until I burn those bastards down!" He raises his Flamethrower, opening the VALVe of his tank, before a Storm Trooper puts a hand onto the barrel.
"Whoa there, Pyro. Save the fuel for the last stand, yeah?" he said, his gruff Texan accent thick in the dark caves.
"..fine.." He stands up from his crouch, and starts following the Radio Trooper. "You know, that was kinda cool how you stole their kit and killed the last of them.." The Radio trooper said.
"Yeah, well, try being a SGM for once, PFC." He responded.
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Meanwhile, Golden Empire base.
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The yellow lights hum overhead in the crudely dug-out base, their glow flickering against wooden pillars that barely keep the rock from caving in.
Inside, Two Shock troopers, the last of their team for now.
"So it''s just us?" The Bulwark asked, loading his Lewis gun, the racking of it''s bolt sounding around the base.
"Yeah. Soldat Corps said they''re sending two more soldiers in... five minutes?" Anti-Materiel said.
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"Five minutes for two people is not enough, yes?" He paced around, holding his Lewis tight. His head pointed down.
"Five minutes for two people is not enough, yes?" Bulwark muttered, pacing in tight circles. His grip tightened around the Lewis gun, knuckles whitening. The damp air pressed heavy on his shoulders.
"Sometimes, I hate you."
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"One Bulwark, one Anti-Materiel," Storm whispered, his hands gripping Radio''s binoculars.
"Damnit, I thought I took their second-to-last kit," Storm seethed, gripping his MP-18 tightly. "I oughta shoot those idiots down right n¡ª"
"Shh!" Radio said, her fingers¡ªlitterally 4 digits¡ªpressed onto his scarf. "You better shut up when you''re using my Binoculars."
"So.. when do we charge?" Flame said.
Radio nabs back her Binoculars. "Right about..." She pulls out ''Commander''s Will'', a M1917 Trench Carbine.
"Now!" She opened fire, hitting the AM Trooper in the helmet, as they charged forward.
"Fuuuck! They attacked now?!" Bulwark shouted, barely audible from the gunshots from the opposing Storm trooper.
AM ran his way to his rifle and quickscopes Flame trooper straight in the chest, knocking him over, before getting his gun grabbed and thrown away by Shock.
"Jesus¡ª! I surrender!!" AM threw his hands up, not wanting to get turned into Trypophobia bait by Storm.
"Good choice, yeah?" He quickly took cover from the incoming MG fire, reloading ''The Reaper.''
Radio fired a flare, the burning projectile smacking straight onto Bulwark''s helmet. The bright magnesium light clung to the surface, hissing and spitting sparks into his eyes. "AHH! MY EYES, MY EYES!!" He screamed, dropping his Lewis gun and trampling over a few crates, before shooting his hand up.
Radio put Commander''s Will into the slit of Bulwark''s helmet, racking the gun, showing that.. she''s not fucking around.
Storm rushed to Flame trooper, who sat on the floor, frantically trying to operate on himself¡ªlike he had any chance of fixing a .50 Remover round to the chest. "Are you okay?!"
"Jeez, Storm I''m¡ª I''m fine..!" He was not fine, his tank was leaking fuel, and he was bleeding out, quickly. "I''m a danger to you all, stay a- away!"
He forced himself up, staggering forward like a dead man walking. His breaths were ragged, his hands shaking."No! Flame, don''t¡ª"
He fell, His body hit the ammo cache, and for a brief second, there was silence.
Then, an explosion swallowed him whole.
The ensuing explosion rattled the caves, some rocks falling onto Storm''s helmet, his legs shook, as the explosion nearly set him on his back.
Radio looked up, her fingers tightening around her gun. She didn''t say anything. What could she say? She just watched as Storm stared into the fireball.
After a few seconds, he went over to AM''s building and started kicking it. "Fuck! Fuck, fuck!" He kicked harder, fists clenched so tight they shook.
But no matter how much he screamed, how much he kicked, Flame wasn''t coming back.
(New story! :o yeah, i''m taking all manpower from doing Red''s misadventures to do this i think, as it''s a ''one of a kind'' rwby and gd fanfic (i say as there''s a jaune x gd one. :mfw:))
Not-so-toxic surface
After settling down, Storm held his MP-18¨CThe Reaper¡ª close, holding it like a lifeline.
AM sat beside him, hands cuffed, looking over he shot Storm a sypathetic look from his helmet."Look, I know we''re enemies, but... you looked pretty shaken when that explosion went off."
"I''m fine¡ª"
"No, listen, I had a friend that died too, She was my everything... We lived together as nomads before the Golden Empire picked us up and we enlisted.. We.. Were in the same unit till one day.." His voice was somber, looking at his cuffed hands.
He looked over, eyes sad. "A Soldat zipped her on a friendly fire incident, her lamp was shot out so she didn''t get identified. I watched it go down but I was too late."
"..Heh, makes two for two then," Storm muttered, glancing at AM. "Why are you resonating with me right now?"
"Not like I got a choice," AM said, chuckling. "You''ll get past it. You''re young, right?"
"Yeah. Twenty-five."
"Heh. Twenty-seven." AM smirked.
Radio approached, her Carbine on a sling on her chest. "Storm.. you might want to look at this.." She said, eyes wide.
"What is it?" Storm stood up, lifting ''The Reaper'' and checking the mag.
"Rune, where Flame blew up."
"Rune? What rune? GE rune or..?"
"No, you idiot! Like, ancient egyptian runes!" She held her flare gun, protectively. "Look!"
"The fuck are you talking abou¡ª" Storm stopped mid-sentence as he followed her pointing finger.
Just beside the charred, crumpled remains of Flame, something etched into the rock glowed a faint blue.
"You shouldn''t touch that," Bulwark muttered, his voice lower than usual. He wasn''t leaning on the weapon rack anymore¡ªhe was gripping it.
"Why not...?" Storm asked.
"Chaplain Corps gave a high-order," Bulwark said, adjusting his helmet like the weight of it suddenly mattered. "If you see a rune, you steer the fuck away." He exhaled. "Said demons live in ''em."
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"Well we''re not Empire so fuck your chaplain corps." Storm said, holding his SMG tight.
"Guys!" AM shouted.
"What?!" Radio turned quickly.
"More runes, everywhere! Let me have my AT goddamnit!" He screamed, grabbing his rifle by the barrel, hand restrained and running towards them.
"Holy shit..." Bulwark looked around, walking towards them, MG dragged on by his binded hands.
Radio looked around as the walls slowly became filled with runes. "By the name of the kings.." She looked around before springing into action, unrestraining both of them and drawing her gun.
"We team or we die." She repeated, Pointing to the runes with her Carbine.
Everyone backed up to the centre, to not get murdered by some ancient evil, before a..
Searing light. Bright.
Radio felt as if she was somewhere she faintly recognized.
The air was warm. The wind carried the scent of fresh grass.
Blue skies. Green fields. She remembered her mother always took her out, always distracting herself when her father was off to war... but this wasn''t a dream.
AM''s cough shattered the illusion, she grabbed her Carbine, sitting up weakly, as well as she could with a radio on her back.
"Agh.. where am I...?" Storm looked around, his MP-18 on his lap. "Where.. are we?"
"The surface." Bulwark spoke.
"W-What?! This place is uninhabitable¡ªI..." Radio''s voice wavered. Her fingers clenched the neck of her jacket, yanking it up instinctively, bracing for the burn of Pox poison.
But nothing came. No gas. Just... air.
AM ran a hand across the grass, fingers digging into the dirt. It felt real, It smelled real.
"Are we in heaven...?" he muttered, checking his rifle out of habit. "No, I don''t think so, The Queen wouldn''t let us take her prized weapons up." Bulwark spoke, checking the drum of his Lewis gun.
"Everyone! Listen up." Radio adjusted her sling, voice steady. "I''m calling it now¡ªwe need a truce. We''re stranded, no backup, no supplies. Fighting each other is suicide."
AM and Bulwark took a glance and nodded. "I think that''s reasonable, yes."
Storm''s head tilted slightly, nostrils flaring. The wind had changed.
"Something''s wrong. I smell a fight."
He flipped open his compass, Turning East.
"I trust him." Bulwark turns to AM, who''s shaking his head. "Yeah, well I don''t trust Nationers."
"Not like we have a choice, besides, it looks like they''re really trying to help." Bulwark says, his British accent soft.
Bulwark turns around, and starts following the two Nationers, AM scoffed. "What do you know? You''re a forty-year-old man in a full suit of armor."
"I''m twenty-eight," Bulwark deadpanned.
AM smirked under his helmet. "Yeah, right. Say that to the Queen."
Bulwark exhaled sharply. "I really wish you got shot with your rifle right now."
Cut to the two Nationers.
"What are these tracks?" Radio muttered, tightening her grip on her carbine.
They weren''t normal. Too wide. Too deep. Like something twice the size of a Mark I with legs had passed through here¡ªbut its gait was all wrong.
"I swear to God," she muttered, unease creeping into her voice. "If this is some monster from the caves the Jaegers keep talking about¡ª"
Storm heard something and tensed. There it was again. A shift in the underbrush.
An arm was put infront of Radio, forcibly making her stop. "..what...?"
"Left side," he whispered. "Tell the others. I''ll take security."
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Subject 1: ''Radio Trooper''
Support class armed with a .30 Steel light Carbine, based off the Honor Military pistol, Named ''Commander''s Will''
The equipment they use is standard officer equipment, alongside a SCR-54-A portable crystal radio receiver.
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Subject 2: The Stormtrooper
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The frontline class is armed with a 9mm auto automatic submachine gun. Based on the ''Sweeper'' Submachine gun, it is named ''The Reaper''.
The equipment they use is standard Soldat equipment.
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Subject 3: The Anti Materiel Trooper.
A semi-support class capable of removing terrain, or heavy attacks with its .50 Remover caliber Anti Materiel rifle, capable of punching through the toughest Tanks.
The equipment they use includes a plethora of buildings, alongside a heavy pickaxe, replacing their standard, and a Mining bomb launcher, of mining or offensive purposes.
Culture Shock
"Soldier, wake up!" An Officer tapped my shoulder roughly, my eyes drifted up, to the frontlines, We''re being pushed back, and the Queen is not sending any more reinforcements.
At least, that''s what I thought.
Then came the echoes of another battlefield.
"INCOMING!! DREADNOUGHT!" A Jaeger''s voice cut through the chaos, her hands busy loading a shot-trap. "Keep the pressure on until it gets set up! We might survive this yet!"
The large metallic metal doors behind me opened, on the hands of a Soldat, while two Shock troopers, and one, very large person encased in a full suit of armored metal.
"Here they come!" The sound of a Devil''s Kiss''s .30-06 Ball bullets rings out, as combatants fell like flies, I stood there, amazed.
I''ve heard about Dreadnoughts, and the rumors that all people that are turned into one are overdosed on painkillers and are guarenteed to die. But seeing one? Another story. I noticed something on it''s back cape, a few names, but most recently? the name, Amelia.
Was that the person inside?
Or was that the last person?
Who knew?
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A tap on his shoulder woke AM from his daydream, his Rifle raised on instinct, it''s .50 Remover caliber bullet aimed forward. "What do you want?" Bulwark asked.
"Footprints, but it''s nothing human." Radio whispered, her hand holding her Binocular.
"What?" Bulwark scoffed, rolling his shoulders. "My Lewis will turn it to fucking paste." His British accent giving way to something darker. Something filled with glee.
"We fear it can even outclass AM''s gun." She said, adjusting her headset. "What?! That''s impossible- no, fuck that. My gun has the most effective-"
A hand comes over his helmet, it was Storm, asking him to shut up. "Shush..! It''s not near.. yet.. We should keep moving, I saw some kind of road."
Radio turned over and raised an eye brow. "Interesting... Let''s move." She checked her Carbine
But something watched from the darkness. A hulking shadow, its breath low and guttural, its claws flexing into the dirt.
Watched through it''s eyes, watching the four mysterious people with intrigue...
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Gates of Vale
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"Halt!" A Huntsman held a hand out, holding his sword out, prompting everyone to bring up their firearms.
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"Woah woah, calm down! Put that sword down!" Bulwark shouted, his Metal wall deployed effortlessly on the ground, putting his Lewis gun''s bipod on it.
The Huntsman looked at the four, noticing their strange uniforms and gear. "..Who are you?" He asked, his grip tightening more on his sword, now in perfect form.
"We are Shock Troopers from the Royal Nation and the Golden Empire." Radio stated proudly, still pointing her gun at the man. "We''re just passing through this village to search for an entrance to the underground."
"...who?" The Huntsman lowered his sword, confused look on his face.
Storm walked up, checking his drum before putting it back in. "Doesn''t matter, let us through." His voice low, and dangerous.
The Huntsman looked before bursting into a fit of laughter. "Bahahaha, You guys look stupid in those¡ª" A large bang shouted out, AM''s rifle barrel smoking, he just shot the ground beside him and a medium sized crater was left.
He recoiled back, before raising his arms and dropping his sword. "O- Okay..! Go on through I-.."
The rest moved, Bulwark grabbed his shield and walked up to him. "You saw nothing." He turned on his heel and walked off.
Radio walked beside AM, staring at him like she just saw a martian. "You.. didn''t have to do that." She said, lightly.
"If I didn''t we''d be forced to stay in that forest, it gives me the creeps." He said, monotone, inserting a new magazine into his .50 Remover Anti Materiel rifle.
"...I won''t argue with that." she whispered, her hands toying with her safety, a habit she got used to after her father gave her that ''Honour'' pistol when she was just a child.
As they passed, the locals stared¡ªnot with fear, but with quiet, cautious curiosity.
Their faces weren''t hollow like the workers in Solace. No desperation, no hunger. Just calm, disciplined gazes, like they had nothing to fear.
The constant famines in the caves she saw was a disheartening sight, especially after the time she raided a Solace warehouse after they seceeded from the coalition.
She quickly shook that thought away, looking up and noticing the shift in environment, the stone road quickly turned into stone buildings, a sight she''d never seen before, Trucks moved along the road, their beds filled with agricultural and industrial items.
"Holy shit..." Bulwark whispered, seeing how¡ªwhat the people were doing, and how they looked.. normal.
A vehicle stops infront if them, two Police officers held their guns out, shouting. "You four! You''re under arrest! Drop those weapons!" They shouted.
She turned over at Storm, nodding. "Alright..! We surrender.. but don''t take our weapons."
The officers waited, guns pointed forward, the silence only broken by the constant transmissions from Radio''s Back mounted radio.
The setting sun casted down onto their helmets, reflecting brightly. "Alright! Keep your hands up!" The two empire soldiers looked at them suspiciously, holding their guns tight.
AM gripped tighter on his rifle. His heart thudding in his ears.
"The fuck are you doing?!" he snapped, stepping closer to Radio. His helmet tilted forward, drooping onto his eyes.
"Look, We''re dead if they don''t recognize us and just.. murder us!" She shouted back.
"I-.. Fine..." He looked back at Radio after seeing Bulwark shaking his head lightly.
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Police station.
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"Start talking. Now." The Detective slammed his hands on the table, eyes locking onto Storm.
"You red goggles guy. Name. Now."
"Storm Trooper." He said, monotone.
"That isn''t a fucking¡ª" He cut himself off. "Tell me, your name, not your codename or whatever, your ACTUAL, NAME." he said, his tone low.
"Sergeant Major Storm Trooper." He said, hand fillding with his Drum mag.
"Are you kidding me?! You!" He quickly pointed to Radio, who''s trying so hard to not burst into laughter.
"Ahah¡ªuh¡ª" She wheezed, struggling to laugh. "Corporal! Radio Trooper!" She put a hand over her mouth, shoulders shaking.
"..." He turned away and punched the wall, so hard it has a crack in it. "That''s what''s gonna happen to your SKULL if you don''t tell me your NAME." He said, his voice low.
Bulwark moved, slow. The floor creaked under his weight.
Before the Detective could react, a glove grabbed his collar and slammed him against the wall.
The wall cracked.
"Look, Yer gonna need to understand that our names are what we are." his eyes peered through the six slits on his mask. "Example, she," He pointed to Radio "Is a Radio trooper, because she has a Radio."
She smiled in response. "And he," Bulwark pointed to AM "Is Anti Materiel, AM for short, has a big caliber rifle, is an Anti Materiel rifle." He said, his hands gripping his shoulders further.
"Now you have six seconds to apologize before we send you straight into Hell like it was a tuesday." He said, his arm reeling back, to punch him.
But then, the door bursts open, and two women walk in.
Lost
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"Only at the end of our lives is the last chapter of our lives written"
The words echoed in my head, as my ''Prince'' Long Rifle was gripped in my hands, it''s wooden stock''s texture coming through my gloves.
"If fighting is sure to result in victory!" He stopped infront of me, and leaned in to shout. "Then you must fight! Understood?!" The other Recruits shouted. "Sir yes sir!"
I was the only female in the entire company, even getting into the Military is an astonishing feat in the Royal Nation for a woman, with it''s patriachal laws and mysogynistic beliefs.
A drop of water fell onto my helmet, it clinking, the caves were prone to leaking, especially with the pipes being.. not the best.
"Are you even listening, recruit?!" His voice entered into my ears like a gunshot.
I snapped back to reality. Too late. He saw it.
He stepped closer, his breath hot and angry. "Repeat. What. I. Said."
"...No, sir!" I said back, my throat dry from responding to him.
"This is why we don''t let women play soldier." His voice filled with disgust. "You think you belong here? You''re just waiting to fail." He looked around and adjusted his beret. "You should be happy you''re in here because you were the best, otherwise we''d remove you right now."
He drilled that into my head, as I swallowed, holding my rifle tighter.
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The smaller woman sat down beside Storm, who looks over and gives an empathetic look. "H- Hey.. Mister red goggles.." She said, sheepishly, her eyes drifting to the¡ª admittedly hot (imo) woman, with blonde hair.
The detective looks over and talks. "I am in the middle of some¡ª" He is then trapped in a purple bubble. "Hey! Let me out of this.. thing! You¡ª"
"..." She didn''t even speak, her facial expression was enough.
"..I''m sorry, ma''am." he said, weakly. His face shadowed from the light.
"Good," she disabled the bubble, "Now exit this room."
She turned to the girl in red and slammed her arms on the table, the band making Radio reel back, nearly falling off. "I hope you understand that your actions will not be taken lightly, young woman!" She said, her voice stern.
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The girl pouted and looked down. "They started it..!"
The woman walked up and spoke "If it were up to me, you''d be sent home... With a pat on the back..." She looked up. "And a slap on the wrists!" She slapped her Riding crop onto the table, to Storm''s gloved hand, which he parts his fingers enough for it to not hit.
"Careful, woman." He said, peering at her from below his goggles.
"But! There is someone who would like to meet you. Especially you four."
Right on cue, the door swung open.
A man in green strolled in, casual as a Sunday morning. In one hand, a steaming mug of coffee. In the other, a plate of cookies.
Like this was just another meeting. Like this was normal.
Bulwark leans off the wall and sits down beside AM, looking over. "What is happening?" He whispered, only for AM to whisper back; "I don''t fucking know."
The man sets the items down and sits.
He leans in to the girl and looks into her eyes. "Ruby Rose, You have.. silver eyes."
"Uhm.." The girl stammered out, her hand fiddling with her cape.
"So, when did you learn to do this?" His hands pull out a tablet, showing the girl''s fighting.
"Holy shit.." AM whispered out. "If she can do this then we really need to adjust tactics." he said, his voice lowl
"Yeah well, a Scythe isn''t the best weapon to use in combat." Bulwark said quietly "Say that to the Lancers, they have spears for gods-sake, and well... we have guns."
"Hmph, Bastard." AM quietly said.
"So! Where did you learn to do this?" He asked, motioning to the tablet.
"S- Signal academy.." the girl said, sinking slightly into her chair. "W- Well one teacher in particular..!"
"Hm, well the only person I know using a scythe is a dusty old Qrow.." He said, staring at his cup.
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The door shuts, as the girl exits the room, and the man in green turns. "Well, hello Lady and Gentlemen." He said, sitting down and taking a sip from his cup. "Mind introducing yourselves?"
"Sergeant Major, Storm Trooper." Storm said, voice monotone, fiddling with his drum mag.
"Corporal, Radio Trooper." Radio said, looking at the man.
"Knight Commander, Anti Materiel Trooper." AM said, plying with his brigandine.
"Inquisitor, Bulwark." Bulwark said, his voice low, and his Lewis Gun leaning in between his legs.
"Interesting.. name." He said, putting a hand on his chin. "Well, I am Professor Ozpin, of Beacon Academy." He says, quite pride in his voice. "Tell me, who do you side yourselves with?"
"Royal nation." Storm spoke up, Radio opening and closing her mouth before she could speak. "Radio and I are from the Royal nation."
"And we are from the Golden Empire." Bulwark spoke up, as AM nodded.
"Interesting, and where are these kingdoms?" His brow rose, as he repeated those names mentally. "I''ve certainly never heard of these kingdoms in my life, and they certainly don''t exist on our planet, Remnant." his voice was questioning, standing up he walked over to them.
Radio shifted slightly, her Radio Pack giving her less movement. "R- Remnant? We''re on Earth, aren''t we?"
He stopped dead in his tracks, looking over. "Who would name a planet after dirt?"
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Silence.
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"The dirt is named after the planet...?" Radio said, confused her voice low. "B- But we''re.. not-"
"I get you''re.. confused, as of now, and we''ll answer that question later, now I''m certain you''re all looking to get some rest after the events of today." He says, his voice kind and reassuring.
"Fine, we''ll bite." Bulwark speaks up. "What is it you want?" His voice was questioning.
"Well, as it''s obvious, you all are newcomers to this.. kingdom or, should I say, world. I say it''s fair to ask you to join my Academy." Ozpin suggests, smiling. "Well, as it''s obvious, you''re all outsiders here. You need cover, resources, and information."
He looks up. "I can provide all of that. All I ask in return is... a little cooperation. And maybe, some school spirit, assuming you can pass as seventeen year olds."
Silence.
AM blinked. "I''m sorry. Did you just say school?"
Bulwark frowned. "You want us to... what? Sit in classrooms, with seventeen year olds?"
Storm sighed, bashing his helmet with his wrists. "This is actually happening."
"I look young, don''t I?" Radio asks, looking over at the others.
"You''re Twenty two, that''s not that old." Storm says, adjusting his helmet.
"Wait, WAIT. What about Bulwark?!" AM pointed at him like he just found a nuclear bomb. "He''s THIRTY!"
"I am Thirty four." Bulwark responded.
"T- THIRTY-FOUR?! THAT''S EVEN WORSE!"
Radio paused. Then slowly turned to Bulwark.
"You have a mask, yes?"
"Yes."
"And... a helmet?"
Bulwark blinked. "Mhm. What are you suggesting?"
She simply smiles.
"I see."
and found
The shot rings out, as I screamed out, the bullet ripping through her thigh. "No!"
The soldat looked up and dropped his rifle in surprise, even he was shocked.
I approached quickly, my hands roaming her thigh where the shot had struck. It went clean through. "I''ll be fine.. Get me a Mortician..." She weakly said, her helmet drooping upwards from her tumble.
"D- Don''t worry, one is coming! W- We''ll get you okay!" I stammered out, my voice shaky as my rifle clung on with a sling. "You''re going to be fine! Amelia, You''ll be fine."
A Mortician arrived, coming up and administering first aid. "She''ll be fine, most likely she''ll be back by next week." The mortician said, her eyes eying the woman on the ground through her mask.
"Most likely." She pauses. "Assuming infection doesn''t set in."
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That weekend, I got a letter.
I reread it. Again. Again.
It didn''t make sense. It was just a leg wound. The Mortician said she''d be fine.
She''d died, Turns out falling down in a cave would get germs in your body.
"You okay?" A soldier sat down beside me, his eyes drifting to the letter. The soldier next to me shifted uncomfortably. He glanced at the letter, then at me.
"...Damn." He paused. "That''s rough."
He sat down beside me. Didn''t say anything else. Just sat there.
I put my head down onto my knees in defeat. ''If I couldn''t protect my best friend, then how can I protect myself?''
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"Hey." Bulwark taps AM''s helmet, waking him up from his daydream.
"Huh? Oh.. hey Bul''." He says, his voice low. "You okay?" Bulwark asked, crouching down to his level. "I''m... fine." AM said, his voice low.
"Are you thinking about her again?" He asked, voice somber.
"..no.." his voice wasn''t sure. "Yeah, I was.." he admitted after a few seconds.
"You have to get over her, she''s gone but you can''t keep sulking around." Bulwark said. "Trust me, I lost a few good friends from it." He said, looking down.
"I know, you keep drilling it into my head." He said, voice kind of annoyed, as he stood up. "Are we there yet?" He turned around to the window, showing a large lake.
Radio approached, hand with her headset, for once, she''s only wearing her beret. "Hey, we''re arriving soon." She says, looking at the window beside AM. "Woah, that is... beautiful."
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Bulwark responds. "You should see the empire''s capital, it''s in a large cave with waterfalls and such, Smells like shit though." He looks over. "Maybe when the Empire and the Nation make peace." He scoffed. "Not in my lifetime."
"Heh, sounds about right." She responded.
Storm comes up and puts a hand on Radio''s shoulder. "Hey, we''re ''docking'' soon, whatever that means on this flying contraption." His voice was ''happy'', clearly tired from sleeping on the floor in the police station.
"Right, right." Bulwark said, grabbing his Lewis gun and shield, putting the latter on his back. "Lead the way, Storm."
As the massive airship docked, the doors opened and students slowly filed out, the troopers standing out like sore thumbs, that were just shot off.
As they walked out, out came the view of beacon academy..
A gargantuant building towering even the largest buildings in the world.
"Oh.. wow." Radio said, her voice showing that she''s really stunned, from the sheer size of the thing. "That''s.. quite big."
Nice reference. AM continued, touching a tree, feeling the wood through his leather gloves. "Real, alive, wood.." He said. "Quite.. nice.. haven''t touched this in years.."
"We''re supposed to go to the ampitheatre." Storm said, motioning the others to move.
"Right, right.. Let''s move." Bulwark adjusted his Lewis gun, slinging it over his shoulder.
He stops mid step.
"Wait where is that?" He askes, turning over.
"Heh." Radio giggled, pulling out a map. "They were offering maps in the airship." she said, her voice prideful. "It says here... Ampitheatre is that way." she pointed over.
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As they entered the building, the bustling atmosphere was coupled with the arguing of a very bitchy white haired woman and the girl from before.
A tap of the microphone cut through the chatter. "I''ll... keep this brief." The green man said.
"You have traveled here today in search of knowledge, to hone your craft and acquire new skills, and when you have finished, you plan to dedicate your life to the protection of the people. But I look amongst you, and all I see is wasted energy, in need of purpose, direction." His voice was calm.
"You assume knowledge will free you of this, but your time at this school will prove that knowledge can only carry you so far. It is up to you to take the first step." He continued, before ending the speech there.
The woman (whos very hot and mom- i''ll stop this joke here, fine.) comes up and talks into the microphone. "You will gather in the ballroom tonight; tomorrow, your initiation begins. Be ready. You are all dismissed."
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Storm tinkers with his SMG, filling each of his magazines, which he doesn''t need to do but does anyway. Radio sits beside him, legs stacked on each other, in a tank-top, reading a book.
"Didn''t think you''re one for reading." Storm said, voice monotone. "It''s fun, you should try it." She responded, lowering it slightly.
"Your directives for us to keep our faces covered hinders with that." He responds, looking up from his drum magazines, staring into her eyes.
Radio tilted her head. "Do you even see the world in color through those red.. goggles?"
Storm barely glanced up from his magazines. "Not your concern."
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Ruby sits down beside Yang, looking at the troopers with quiet admiration. "Their guns are so cool.." She said, imagining what she''s have with using them.
Yang turns over, looking at her. "What are you lookin'' at sis? Don''t tell me you''re nerding on their weapons again.." She says, looking over, a small smirk on her lips.
"N- No! It''s their... Ah yeah it was their weapons.." She paused, before looking at them more. "Isn''t it also strange they''re using their.. head equipment indoors..? Except for the girl.. she seems relaxed."
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AM crosses his arms like a brat, looking down at his Anti Materiel rifle like it was gonna save him. "Agh, this sucks.. I hate having to use my helmet when there''s no threat." He looks at Bulwark, who''s doing the peter griffin death pose. "Right? Bul''?"
"I''m tryna sleep, lad''." He responds.
"Just answer me." He says, fiddling with his chainmail.
"I''ve done it more times than you think." He gets up and turns over. "Had to sleep holding my shield at full guard as a Vanguard once, full kit and everythin''." he said, voice low. "It''s not the first time i''ve done it, yeah?"
He layed down, helmet clinking against his wall, who''s used as a very horrible cushion.
"Do you actually like sleeping on your wall or what?" He asked, scratching his helmet.
"Do it for a week straight, you''ll learn to appreciate it." He said, hand covering his eye slits.