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There were times when Simin Megitus regretted accepting the position as a student-teacher. Granted, it was quite an honor to be selected. He and his team had worked hard over the past three years to be recognized as the best Beacon had to offer. And after fighting alongside his team for so long, he was proud and happy to call them his friends.
But... That didn't mean they couldn't still be
annoying.
"Uggggghhhh," Lycan Arcadia moaned, kicking his feet up like an impatient puppy, "Why did we get stuck with babysitting duty for these brats?"
Simin sighed, relaxing in the shade of a tree as he watched the first-year students hard at work harvesting sap.
"Ya know, we were brats just like them not too long ago," Simin reminded him.
The wolf Faunus huffed, finally settling back in the grass and glaring at the
children all over the clearing.
"Nah," Lycan snorted, "We weren't."
"Geez Lycan, chill," Ragora Cinarum stated, resting comfortably on the head of her familiar, Cormo. The giant purple demon head floated peacefully nearby, as its mistress rested her Arc Fire Shot Glaive, Hexentanz, against its prominent teeth. "It's not every day we get a mission just to relax and boss around the newbies."
"It's still work," Lycan grunted. Simin laughed.
"Man, you haven't lifted a finger!" He pointed down at the fourth member of their team, "Vella's been the only one running around doing anything!"
The aquamarine-haired girl was tending to the various crates of red sap-filled containers, taking down the numbers each team had collected and their names with a friendly smile. She zipped about like a bird on the water, a creature of absolute grace.
"Oh, that's wonderful Shade! Yes, yes, very good Coco!"
Simin watched her intently, a small smile on his face. Lycan grunted.
"So... You gonna keep gawping at her like an idiot, boss?"
"I'm not
gawping at her," Simin immediately said. Ragora snorted.
"You should have asked her out
years ago. What's stopping you?"
Simin shook his head.
"Look... Team leaders can't date within the team. It leads to disaster, every time," he stated firmly. "I mean... We all agreed it would be bad, right? If any of us dated and broke up, that could kill the team dynamics."
He shook his head.
"And that can get us
killed."
"Right," Lycan agreed, "Ain't like Ragora and I have that problem. Despite the fact we have banged multiple times, I still find her personally repulsive."
"Love to hate you too, Wolfy darling~," Ragora laughed in a witch-like cackle, "But you and Vella? You
have that problem. It's not going to go away."
"First off, when did this happen?!" Simin demanded, throwing his arms out wide. "You two banging?! It had
better not have been in the dorm room! And second? No, we don't."
He fixed his eyes on the pale, green haired sniper. She caught his eyes, smiled, and waved. He waved back, using the high collar of his Synchronized Dust Projection Jacket to hide his red cheeks.
"I can smell that you're lying, you know that, right?" Lycan asked, deadpan as always.
"I don't even need that, I have
eyes," Ragora snickered.
"Oh shut up, both of you," Simin grumbled. "Act your age! You're carrying on like those kids down there!"
"You mean the ones actually acting on their feelings?" Lycan asked. He jerked a thumb over to a small corner of the clearing, where a brown-haired rabbit faunus girl was sitting on a picnic blanket with a tall, armored human boy. The wolf Faunus made a face.
"Ugh! I can smell their awkward pheromones from here!"
"The sweet scent of love," Ragora sighed, clasping her hands together, "It's so
precious! Bet Vella would love to have a picnic with you under the trees!"
"No she wouldn't," Simin grunted, "She prefers being by the lake or other bodies of water for picnics... Or so I've heard."
"You're killing us, Boss," Lycan sighed, "You're
really killing us."
"Hey!"
"Just because you dress like a monk doesn't mean you have to
act like one," Lycan grunted, "Believe me, if you just
asked Vella out, she'd say
yes. Then maybe you two could stop acting like the world's most boring soap opera."
"'Will Simin and Vella get over themselves long enough to fuck and maybe act like normal people? Find out in three years and counting!'" Ragora stated in a TV announcer's voice. Both she and Lycan laughed. Simin rolled his eyes.
"I can't murder them... Gotta graduate... Can't murder them... Gotta graduate..."
"Hey Simin!"
Simin started, and stood up. Vella stood there with a nice, warm smile.
"Hey Vella! What's up?"
"I could use some help with some of these loading programs for the bullhead cargo lifts," she said. She shrugged helplessly. "Three years of this stuff and I'm still terrible with computers! Silly, huh?"
"Yeah, silly," Simin said with a nod. "Sure, I would
love to help."
He shot a glare at Lycan and Ragora.
"That doesn't mean anything
else."
"Of course it doesn't," Ragora chuckled, now spinning in a slow circle.
"Like we'd ever think something might happen," Lycan teased.
Simin and Vella wore nearly identical blushes. They turned and headed back to the cargo pallets, walking close together... But not
too close together.
Lycan growled and rubbed his eyes.
"Oh for... Can't we just get them drunk and lock them in a closet or something?! This is
really starting to piss me off!"
"Patience, Lycan, patience!" Ragora laughed. "It's much more satisfying when they finally just let loose of their own free will."
"I swear if they don't start humping and making me some nieces and nephews, and keep up this high school bullshit, I am gonna kick
both their asses," Lycan growled. He glared down at the faunus rabbit girl and human in armor.
"Even the
first years are making more progress than Boss and Vella! It's just embarrassing for us upperclassmen!"
"Right," Ragora nodded, "We should all be a pack of raging, hormonal teens wrestling in broom closets like in trashy young adult fiction."
"Damn straight!"
- - -
Qrow checked over Harbinger one last time, ensuring the mechashift mechanisms were well-oiled and functional, as the bullhead flew through the air towards their target drop zone. He sighed as he finished his checks, finding everything in working order... Then checked again.
"Glad you pay attention to details," commented Isabel from the cockpit.
"Well, I'd look like an idiot if my weapon froze between forms in battle," Qrow commented. He looked up, catching a shadow of Isabel changing her clothing. Her form was-
No. No. He wasn't doing that. He puts his eyes back on his weapon.
"As opposed to how you usually look?" Isabel teased.
"Your jokes certainly haven't improved," Qrow grunted.
"I was once considered the funniest girl in Beacon, you know."
"Yeah, because everyone was too scared to
not laugh."
"Hmph...!"
A moment later, she entered the cargo area. She stood in front of him, a slightly nervous expression on her face.
"So... Uh... How do I look?" She asked.
Well, if she was
inviting him to ogle her, that was different. He leaned back and looked her up and down.
She had the classic Arc Family white plate armor for her top, though it was shaped so that there was no question as to her gender. It was a sleek, modern, tear-resistant mesh with armor plating over vital areas shaped like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. She wore gauntlets of the same design around her wrists. Underneath this armor, she wore a stretchy green turtleneck, nice, comfortable, and warm.
Her pants were regular military fatigues, the shade a darker green than her turtleneck, with white armored knee pads and similarly armored military boots. Her belt was covered in pouches filled with medical gear, and she wore a small backpack with even more supplies attached to the back of her armor. The twin yellow crescents, the sigil of her family, decorated her chestplate and gauntlets.
She wore her hair in a tight, short ponytail, but had ditched the glasses.
"You always dressed like you weren't gorgeous," he observed.
Isabel snorted.
"Nick always said I was gorgeous in anything," she said, a hint of red staining her cheeks. Qrow grinned.
"He was right."
There was a beep from the cockpit. Isabel checked her scroll and looked at the navigation app that linked it to her ship's systems.
"We're over the coordinates," she said, "My bullhead will orbit in low fuel consumption mode. We can call upon it for fire support if needed."
She collapsed her scroll and tucked it into an armored pocket on her belt. She took a few deep breaths, her eyes closed. Qrow stood up, and rested a hand on her shoulder.
"You're gonna do fine," he said softly, "There's no one I'd rather have at my back than you."
Isabel nodded.
"Right..."
"I mean, you
do own a luxury bullhead with heavy weaponry," Qrow said, grinning craftily, "Bet you win at every medical association meeting you ever go to."
"They don't have awards for things like that," Isabel chuckled softly.
"Shame."
The rear hatch opened. She made to head out, but Qrow held her back. She looked back at him in curiosity. He rummaged around in his belt pouches and pulled out a set of black leather gloves.
"They have Fire Dust woven into them," he said, handing them to her, "As I recall, you were pretty good with that element back in the day."
She flushed and then smiled as she gratefully pulled on the gloves.
"Yeah... Guess I was," she said. "Thank you."
"I'll go first, clear out the landing zone," he said, "You follow after I land."
"Roger."
Qrow dashed out of the hatch into blinding sunlight. He dove down, the wind rushing around him as he plunged for Remnant below. His keen eyes soon adjusted. Their target was a village that was recently overrun by Grimm. The villagers had all evacuated, and the casualties were minimal, but the reports were the strange part.
Even now as he fell for earth, he could make out multiple kinds of Grimm, all congregated in the village proper... Not fighting one another.
That might make things complicated.
He shifted Harbinger to gun mode and opened fire, the heavy rifle rounds breaking the still morning air. Several Grimm went down in moments, his precise fire blowing right through their heads and sending them to oblivion soon after. Others panicked, running like scared animals. He landed in a graceful crouch, using his Aura to disperse his momentum into the ground without shattering it.
Qrow stood up, shifting Harbinger back to sword mode as he glared at the surrounding Grimm. After the initial panic of his entrance, they were regrouping. The smaller ones fled behind a large building-A grain storehouse, he thought.
The ground rumbled... And a truly gigantic black form
smashed through the grain storehouse doors, roaring and thumping its chest. It snarled in challenge, as Qrow sized up his opponent casually.
"Huh... A Kong Beringel this far north?" He commented, "That's unusual."
The Kong Beringel, a bit taller than a two-storey building, roared again before it thumped the ground with its mighty armored fists. Qrow still held his ground, and waited.
He heard a familiar sound, a whistle and the crackle of Aura energy. He looked up. The Kong Beringel looked up too...
"YAAAAHHHH!"
Just in time for Isabel's fist to meet its face.
The Kong Beringel
folded in half as Isabel drove its massive armored head right into the ground with an earthshattering
boom! Debris was kicked up as though a bomb had hit, and Qrow deflected a few stray flying rocks with Harbinger. The dust and smoke slowly cleared, revealing a panting Isabel standing up in a crater. The Kong Beringel's head was paste, squashed flat into said crater.
Isabel strode up out of the crater as the body of the massive Grimm began to dissolve behind her. She turned as numerous other Grimm stared at her as though in shock.
It only took a moment though, before they charged in rage and hunger. Qrow stood alongside her. He looked over at her.
She was sweaty, and still a bit unsure... But a familiar grin was growing on her face.
"All warmed up?" Qrow asked.
She slammed her fist into her palm. It sounded like thunder.
"Absolutely," she replied.
"Then let's get to work!"
- - -
One of the bigger irritations about RWBY? How empty the world feels. I know they had limited budgets for animation but COME ON. Do some more world-building! Give us some names of people offscreen! Make the world seem less like a big, empty stageplay!
So, we have Team SLVR of
YouTube fame filling in as senior students helping Glynda out with security for our first years. Glynda, Port, Oobleck, and the never seen Professor Peach can't do everything by themselves, after all. So they get student-teachers to handle certain tasks and fill in for them when they're out sick or otherwise indisposed.
Given they're at Beacon though, they also go on missions for Ozpin, sometimes against the organization Pandora, which has its own nefarious and mysterious agenda. But we won't get much into that. It's just good to have some upperclassmen about.