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Cinder took a long, long breath, breathing in the scents of battle around her. The smoke in the air from, the burnt Dust from the cannons on high and the rifles in the field as both fired away in the distance and the acrid scent wafted on the breeze, like smoked meat that had been burned but with a sandy smell on top of it. The scorched wood and smoldered stone around and behind her, and the smell of blood, rich with the iron and copper taste that she knew so well. Looking down from her perch, the five Atlesians spread out around her, weapons gripped tight in their hands and a cool breeze blew against her bare back where her dress parted and let her skin show.
Summoning two short swords, she shot towards him and he moved, dodging under her and swinging at her back as she landed. She blocked the strike over her shoulder with her right hand, hurling the sword in the other at the Corporal. It took her across the chest and she fell, dead before she hit the floor, and Cinder smiled as the Atlesians moved to intervene. Scowling, Ozpin raised his hand to summon his Semblance.
Cinder leapt away, knowing full well what he could do, and hurled a dozen shard-like throwing knives at him and forcing him on the defensive. Ozpin backed away several steps, deflecting the projectiles he couldn't dodge, and Cinder summoned another dozen and hurled them as well, forcing him further back towards the rubble she'd stood on only a moment prior.
She turned, fluidly dodging a burst of fire from an Atlesian as she spun and summoned another of the small knives, hurling it across the open ground and into the man's leg. He fell, slamming into the ground at the opening between the rubble pile and the solid wall, clutching at the wound.
She summoned a short javelin, spinning it in her palm, and Ozpin leapt between her and the wounded man as she flung it, smashing it to pieces in midair. Spinning the cane in his hand, he straightened and looked at the Atlesian as another came to his aid, pulling the knife from his leg and working to bandage the wound.
Turning to look at the woman, he growled, eyes hard and cold and boring into hers searchingly. "You are truly set on the path of chaos, it would seem. I find myself wondering why. With your power, your skill, you could do so much good."
"Your good doesn't last." She lunged at him, summoning a short spear with a curved blade like a scimitar at its tip, stabbing and slashing before spinning the weapon around her shoulders like a pendulum, each swing slashing at him with a whistle. "Every good thing you build falls, and nothing you do stops it!"
"Perhaps." He admitted as he dodged backwards, taking two steps before raising his cane, the weapon slamming against it with a sound of strained metal, raising a hand and sing his Semblance to shift the position of part of the haft to the right, the pieces falling away uselessly, "But my good brings me loved ones and friends. And you, Cinder, are alone.
She abandoned the ruined weapon without a thought, summoning twin scimitars to replace them and smiling, "Oh Ozpin, dear. I serve my mistress, and through her, I am never truly alone." She hurled the scimitar in her left hand, flicking her wrist and shattering it herself as it soared towards him and the Atlesians directly behind him. Seven shards flew at him, and he found himself trapped, deflecting most and using his Semblance to divert the last before it could harm the soldiers behind him.
Sparing a brief second, he turned, "You need to get out of here before-"
He spun on instinct, raising his left hand to summon his Semblance when he sensed the malignancy hurtling towards him, like a sense of someone looking at you mixed with a foreboding born of years of experience against the Grimm and his own natural sensitivity to them. Dozens of black tendrils wrapped around his arm, binding to themselves and his arm with the strength of concrete and pulling him forward. He glared at Cinder, holding her left hand up with a smile on her face, and he pulled at his Semblance to the most he could, a clock spinning into existence below him like one of the Schnee's glyphs, the hands spinning rapidly.
The tendrils spiderwebbed around her arm, crawling up it as they did Ozpin's own, anchoring to each and holding fast. He applied his Semblance to it, seven clocks spinning into life along its length, trying to age it. It failed entirely, and he scowled.
"My mistress gifted me with this, and it was quite useful against the Fall Maiden." She explained, wincing as it reached her elbow and seemed satisfied. "It allows me to drain more… mystical energies, and is uniquely resistant to Semblances."
He fought back a gasp of pain, a feeling like electricity arcing up his arm, and scowled at her. One of the remaining Atlesians charged her, rifle firing in a desperate attempt to help him, and he pointed his cane at the man, using his Semblance to teleport him past Cinder before a dozen knives she hurled could reach him. The man stumbled and Cinder sneered at Ozpin, twisting the hand connected to the tendrils and sending an arc of pain across his body that had him gasping for breath as his chest constricted and his muscles contracted, his body twisting in on itself and his cane dropping from his hand as he sank to his knees, the free hand holding himself up on the ground.
"Ah, Ozpin. Just as my mistress told me, ever the savior that you think you are." She gestured at the dizzied man, smiling at the Beacon Headmaster coldly, "You save these soldiers for moments and weaken yourself doing it, but it won't do anything."
She summoned a scimitar, and lunged towards him, and he used his arm to ward off the attack, his Aura sparking with each strike as they fought. Eventually Cinder overpowered him, throwing him onto his stomach and using the tendrils to wrap around his throat and choke him, straddling the back of his waist and leaning close to him to whisper in his ears, "And like I said, I'm never alone, Ozpin."
"Eyes up, Grimm!" One of them called out, raising their rifle and firing up into the air as dozens of Beowolves leapt from on high, along with a veritable horde of Creeps. The bursts that he, and the other surviving Atlesians, fired struck home, the Grimm dissolving and dying in the air before they even reached the ground. Many more died, impacting the ground or the rubble badly and dying there or suffering grievous wounds.
Leaning down while he watched, feeling the dregs of his power fade, Cinder whispered almost sensually into the Headmaster's ears, "I was made for this, Ozpin. Killing you to clear our path, stealing power from the Maidens, I was built for it." She summoned a short saber, "And now, you die. And by the time you return, Beacon will be in ruins and the Maiden's power will be mine."
"You're a fool." Ozpin said shortly, chest constricted and voice tight under the influence of Cinder's creature. "To let her infect you with a Grimm, to help her… You know how little she cares for you?"
"Of course I know." Cinder responded shortly, sighing and shaking her head. "Neither of us values the other. We're not weak like you." Ozpin chuckled and she scowled, siphoning away the last of his Aura with a weak flicker of green around his body, "Is something amusing?"
"Yes, in a tragic manner." He looked up at her, eyes crinkling in honest amusement, "You. You think you'll survive this, and that amuses me. Jaune will see you to your end, I feel certain of it."
"Jaune is mine." Cinder sneered, leaning close to his face and glaring at him, the edge of her saber digging into his throat. After a second she shrugged, sighing, "Well, he's not mine yet. But that will be solved as soon as I remove a certain annoyance. Then? I shall take his loyalty, and take what is rightfully mine."
"Good luck with that." Ozpin said with a sad sigh, "I for one place my wager on you dying, likely painfully. I don't quite know who will be the one who kills you, or how, but I should think that young Jaune will be quite important in it happening."
Sneering, she swung the saber, enjoying the sound of the whistling steel and the wet squelching sound as his head rolled free. Recalling her parasite, she rubbed her off hand soothingly and shook her head, a sour expression on her face even as a sick amusement at seeing Ozpin's head roll free and his body slump echoed through her, "Typical arrogant Ozpin, always thinking he knows more than he does."
She chuckled and rose, making her way around the fallen rubble while the Grimm enjoyed their fresh meat. She needed to return to her ship, and report to her mistress Ozpin's death. The delay to his involvement would be short enough, but helpful.
And now, Jaune had no one to truly escape to.
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James Ironwood's ship shook violently as the enemy frigate unloaded everything it had into the larger ship's hull as it soared up and over the buildings, out of its relative cover in an effort to aid the other White Fang ship trying to limp away to recover, it's rear turrets firing weakly at the Atlesian capital ship. James smiled, ordering another several round into its engines, and turning his attention to the fresh frigate approaching his. Behind him, the dying frigate's engines gave in, spitting fire and smoke as it fell, clipping Mountain Glenn and slamming into the forest beyond, explosions firing into the sky from its Dust, munitions and fuel alike.
A fighter screamed by the window, smoke billowing from it as the White Fang vessel spun through the air and slammed into the piled rubble of the buildings, and the general turned to his officers, "How is the air battle going regarding fighters?"
"Good, Sir. Our fighter force has only lost a fraction of its number, but reports indicate that the White Fang's already meager force has been suffering badly." The flight officer reported quickly and crisply.
"Radar signatures report the same, sir. No Grimm signatures as yet either, sir. Not in the air, at least." The radar officer turned after a second of hesitation, "That's… strange, isn't it, sir?"
"Yes, it is." The general admitted, tapping the arm of his chair idly for a moment while his thoughts raced and suspicions rose. "Pull a fighter screen back, around the ship. And send extensive radar pings out, make sure nothing is flying in the forest."
"Nothing there either, sir." The radar officer returned after a moment, bracing themselves as the ship shook under another useless barrage as the enemy frigate lumbered toward them. "I will monitor it however, and report if I see anything."
"Odd." He remarked, sighing contentedly anyways at the news. "But good regardless. Still, keep the fighters there and-"
"Sir, enemy frigate inbound! It looks like it's going to ram us! Our rounds won't bring it down in time." The radar officer interrupted, James turning to look at the ship in surprise.
"They wouldn't…" After several long, tense seconds of the ship lumbering through the hundreds of feet between them the general stood, voice bellowing, "Dive, go under it and turn to the right!"
"We can't, sir, there's too much rubble there! We'll founder and they'll come down on our vessel's top." He looked at the overlay, blinking at the realization, "We're hemmed in, we can't go anywhere in time to get away from it! We need orders!"
"Set engines all ahead, full power. Order all non-essential personnel to evacuate the ship as we go." He took his seat, swallowing his nerves and taking a shaky breath. "All others will maintain positions, we need to get out from over Mountain Glenn or our forces on the ground as well as evacuees will be crushed under our vessel. Not to mention Ozpin, and his students."
"Understood sir, sending the order." James grunted, watching staff assistants and others filing towards the doors, and the communications officer continued, "Sir, you should go as well. We can handle this. You'll be needed to assume command on the ground, as well as to coordinate rescue efforts later."
James nodded gravely, standing with a sigh and turning for the door, "For Atlas." The officers repeated the cheer loudly and bravely and he left without another word, sealing the door behind him and activating the bulkhead systems to try and buy them a chance. Climbing into an empty pod, he sighed and let his head roll back to rest against the cool metal, feeling the ship tremble under another barrage. A moment later and he felt his pod jettison, followed by the sound of twisted, screeching metal nearby as the two ships met.
He despised being a general sometimes, and despised Ozpin too.
Climbing out of the pod and pushing some rubble aside, he turned to see what had happened to his ship. The two ships were barely distinguishable from one another, having smashed together in such a way that it almost looked like a plus sign, side from the odd piece of metal or turret protruding at an angle. Debris riddled the ground all along the path it had gone, landing on the north-western corner of Mountain Glenn and caving into the ground enough that the top decks were only a few feet above the surface surrounding it.
"General!" He turned as several line officers ran towards his pile of rubble where his pod had landed, crashing into what appeared to have been an apartment under construction when the settlement was lost. "Are you injured, Sir?"
"No." He answered the young woman, her uniform singed and dirty, "I am fine. How are you and your men?"
"No injuries, Sir, our pod stayed together. We landed nearby and came to check this pod out first, sir, we didn't know you'd be in it." She reported, gesturing down the 'street' - if one could call it that, it was more of a clearing at the bottom of the artificial valley between the mountains of rubble - at an old and ruined restaurant, their pod nestled in the front door. "Sir, do you have orders?"
"Yes." He said, drawing his massive revolver and checking its ammo absently, "Secure weapons if possible, and search for more pods. We'll try to rendevouz with our ground forces and retreat to their dropships, which we can ride back to Vale."
Left unsaid was the abandonment of anyone still alive on the ships, but the officers nodded anyways and turned, leading him towards their pod.
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Jaune stumbled as the earth beneath him rumbled, stones raining down a few yards away and crushing one of the trailers the White Fang had been using to move large quantities of Dust. Luckily, it had been emptied hours earlier, so there wasn't an explosion but it was still nerve racking to see the empty crates labeled 'Dust' with the normal warnings about explosives stenciled along the side, smashed to pieces under rocks and metal.
"Blake!" He called from where he stood on the train's rear landing, sensing her own panicked reaction from inside the train, along with a strange fear and anxiety, as another tremor resounded across the area, showering the train cars in rocks and debris, some large enough to dent the metal of the trains and shatter windows in their frames, "We have to get out of here, the roof is falling to pieces over our heads!"
"I can't, if we leave then this train will let Grimm swarm into Vale!" She stepped around the door, propped open by one of the explosive crates, close enough he could feel her breath until he stepped back towards the edge of the landing. "Do you have any idea what will happen to the people if that happens?" "And what they'll do to the Faunus… Gods…"
"If we stay here, we'll die!" He argued, gesturing around them with his sword, "We're all alone right now, Blake, but how long until White Fang come back and wonder why the train isn't gone? What do you think happens then?"
They both flinched and stumbled, grabbing onto the train for support as a scraping sound echoed throughout the cavern, the sound boring into their heads painfully and the metal of the train vibrating under it. Above them and hundreds of feet away, a metal hull shattered through the roof and scraped away, showering the floor under it in rubble and metal, several decks of two ships merged together hanging in the open air.
"What the hell?" Blake murmured in surprise, looking at the metal in the distance and turning to Jaune, "Is that an Atlesian ship?" "How the hell did a ship get down here?"
"Well, actually, it looks like two ships." Jaune offered, shaking his head and watching stone and steel rain down from it. Turning back with a serious face he continued, "Blake, we have to get out of here. I have a ship we can use and-" He spun in surprise as another, smaller, explosion sounded from further down the open area, a familiar echo reaching his Semblance's power even if it felt… off somehow. "Amber?"
No, it felt… wrong.
A White Fang grunt shouted in panic as she was flung over the edge of the raised walkway that hugged the edges of the train-yard, and ven from here he could see the bright spot of blonde hair of the brawler, Yang, step up to the spot he'd flow from, checking over the edge and looking around.
After a moment, she spotted them, and even from here he could sense… Anger, hurt, a strange joy and worry, all mixed together. Behind him, as strong as Yang's own, Blake overflowed with worry, relief and a strange anguish that made his heart ache.
She leapt over the edge as soon she was joined by several others, Pyrrha and Weiss standing out at this range, and Jaune turned around to smile at Blake, "Come on, the others are here. We can all go together." The train shuddered as the engineer at its head started the engine to pull away, probably in fear of being stopped at this point. "We don't have time, just… Come with us, we'll try to warn Vale."
"Tell them I'm sorry, for everything." "It has to be this way." Blake said quietly, Jaune raising his shield to block a kick aimed at his chest. The impact pushed him back, the railing behind him groaning under his weight before she slammed another kick into his shield, breaking the rusty railing and letting him flail and fall behind it. "This is too important."
He groaned on the ground, the weight of his armor slamming him into the cold ground enough to drive the air from his lungs, but he managed to squeeze out, "B-Blake?"
"I can't explain it, they'll be here and if they get here they won't let me…" The young Faunus gripped her weapon at her side anxiously, looking towards the group sadly, the fear and sorrow echoing out from her mind overpowering anything he ever felt,, "Just.. tell them. Tell them I didn't run away again. That when I saw the choice to run away or save countless lives, I did the duty of a Huntress. Carry that message for my team." "And for my parents too…"
Blake turned, sealing the door as the train pulled away with a quiet groaning metal sound. Jaune forced himself to stand, watching the train recede as Yang sprinted past him to the edge of the tracks, watching it withdraw into the distance, "Blake!" She spun around, grabbing Jaune and hauling him into the air, "Where's she going?"
"I-I don't…"
"Where, damn it!" She yelled again, anger, sorrow and worry enveloping him from her and red eyes boring into his. His hands gripped her wrists and tightened reflexively, a reaction to the hold she had and her emotions, and she snarled again as she released him and he stumbled back, "Where is that train going, damn it!" "Maybe Ruby can catch up to it with Weiss' glyphs? Damn it, she was so close!"
"Jaune!" He turned, red hair blocking out his vision as Pyrrha slammed into him at full speed and threw her arms around his neck, nearly taking him off his feet and snuggling into his chest with a sigh and a barrage of contented emotions and relief, "I finally found you…" "After everything… You're here."
"Ruby, can you catch the train?" Yang asked when the small woman joined them along with the rest of the party, all of their emotions - confusion, pain, aches from fighting, anxiety, and some minor bitter joy at seeing him - slammed into him with the weight of a freight train. When Ruby shook her head no, Yang swore and fisted her hands in her hair, "Damn it!"
"I could throw a glyph, try to slow it down." Weiss offered, holding Myrtenaster in front of her, "I'll just need-"
"No!" Jaune yelled as he sensed Blake's decisions, turning and looking down the tracks at the distant train as it seemed to ripple and warp in front of him, twisting before the violent explosion to follow.
They were thrown back as the train exploded violently, starting in the back and stuttering forward along the train, the caboose bouncing as it detonated and chaining down the length of the long machine as the Dust ignited in a reaction that sent a wave of heat washing towards them, the gust harsh enough to push them back a few inches before stopping. After a moment's delay, the tunnel began collapsing starting above the train and ending a few feet in, thick slabs of stone burying the fire and smoke.
After a moment of shock, apparent and physical to Jaune, Yang shouted in rage and ran forward, pulling at the stones and rubble and steel, her thoughts entirely unreadable and shattered in a way new to Jaune. "Guys, come on, we have to dig her out!"
"I'll… deal with her." Ruby said pitifully, looking at Jaune with Pyrrha hovering over his shoulder, "You guys… keep an eye out for me?" "How am I going to do this… Oh, Blake."
Letting the girl try to get her sister under control while they fanned out around the now-collapsed tunnel, Pyrrha hovering over his shoulder the entire time. After a minute of tense silence, she finally spoke to him, "We all missed you, Jaune. A lot. We did… everything we could to get you back." "No matter the danger."
There was that… odd familiar sensation of Amber yet again, echoing into him, and so close he couldn't mistake it, "Ozpin made you make the change." He realized, blinking in surprise at it, "I… He used me, didn't he? To convince you to do it?"
"I took this power on in order to save you. Of my own will." She added the last after a moment, guarding her thoughts with an odd and practiced way, thinking about the rocks around them. "Ozpin offered me the choice and I accepted it, nothing more. THat I did so for you is irrelevant."
"But that he convinced you using me isn't." Jaune growled, flexing his fingers on his sword-grip and shaking his head, "He wanted me to do that as it was, Pyrrha. He wanted me to coerce you into accepting the Maiden powers and… And poor Amber." He sighed, closing his eyes as the realization struck him, "I guess she's gone now too."
"I'm sorry, Jaune." She said hesitantly reaching out to touch his shield-arm, and he knew she meant it. "I had to save you, no matter what. Even if…" "If others were lost." She took a breath, and continued, "No matter the cost to myself, I had to… To save you."
He took a long breath and nodded, "I get it… I'm not angry at you. But I'll kill Ozpin for this, I swear." She opened her mouth to speak and he sensed her argument coming, turning and cutting her off, "No. He coerced you into this, and I can… feel the turmoil inside you, the problems its caused. Your mind even feels different, Pyrrha!"
Ren, several yards away, turned and gave them a look and Pyrrha smiled, waving at him awkwardly and turning her back to him to talk to Jaune, "We can't talk about this now, Jaune. We'll talk more in private but… We have to get out of here, as soon as Yang is ready to travel. Do you have a way out?" "We don't, until Ozpin gets here."
Shaking his head, he turned to look at Yang and Ruby sitting on a slab of tone and hugging, the blonde's head tucked into the smaller girls' shoulder, "We have to get going soon before Grimm or worse get here. I have a ship we can use."
"Where did you get a ship?" Ren asked in surprise, turning where he stood with a raise eyebrow, "I wasn't aware you had that kind of money." "Given how often Pyrrha paid for your meals, especially."
"I don't." Jaune admitted easily, shrugging, "It's… complicated, really, but we need to go before the White Fang tries to board it. Most of them should have left when Roman old them Adam needed their-"
"Roman, as in Torchwick?" Ruby squeaked when they joined him, Yang looking lost behind her smaller sister. "You're friends with Roman Torchwick?" "Is Jaune a criminal now? Oh Dust, are we criminals for saving him?" "Are you a bad guy now?"
"Yes, we're friends. No, I'm not… a bad guy." Jaune said quickly, shaking his head and turning to lead them back to his ship, "It's a long, long story, and I'll tell you when everyone is together. I promise. I just… needed help, while I was in my… situation. He and Neo offered it."
"Neo?" Nora asked, adjusting her grenade launcher in her hands absent-mindedly, "She a… friend of yours or something?" "That's a weird name…"
"Or something." Jaune affirmed, grimacing and smiling all at the same time and shaking his head. "She's hurt, really badly, and that's why she's not here…" He smiled, shaking his head, "I just realized you're all here. I… can barely believe that."
"Blake isn't…" Yang murmured weakly, staring at the ground listlessly and awash in guilt and sorrow in equal measure. A slight exercise of focus showed him why, letting him dig through her emotional maelstrom.
"You bought the story." Jaune asserted simply yet gently, the blonde actually flinching visibly at the accusation. "You believed she was a terrorist, a wolf in sheep's clothing. And you wanted to help her to redeem yourself. Didn't you?"
"I-I… She… I just…"
"Jaune." Pyrrha said warningly, edging close enough to him in the rocky expanse under Mountain Glenn, "Now isn't the time, I think, to try and fix her." "Staying puts you at risk, we'd best leave and deal with Yang afterwards."
"Fix her?" Ruby asked meekly, but clearly upset at the implication. "She's my sister, and we just lost a team member. She doesn't need to be fixed. She just needs-"
"Time to grieve which we lack. Even if I was willing to wait for her to do so, we don't have the time. Staying here long enough for that could lead us all to fall this day." She pointed her long spear down the destroyed tunnel at the rubble, "I doubt Blake wanted such for us."
"Stop." Jaune demanded, grabbing Pyrrha's shoulder and pushing her back towards Ren before looking at Yang, "She's right though, Yang. We can't wait, but Blake wanted me to tell you something." The blonde brawler blinked, perking up at the thought, and Jaune grimaced, "She wanted you to know that she didn't run. That she realized what had to be done to save lives, to prevent the White Fang letting Grimm into Vale to run amok. And that she was sorry, for everything."
Yang blinked, eyes misty for a second before she blinked them away and nodded, "I… I can hold it together, at least until we get out of this shithole." "Blake, you idiot… If you'd just waited, we could have figured out something better."
He elected not to correct her assumption that Blake had control over the train's departure, instead nodding and looking at Ruby, "Keep an eye on her anyways, and when we get to the ship, make sure she gets some rest in one of the rooms. Alright?"
"Y-Yeah." Ruby nodded hesitantly, swallowing before nodding again, more firmly and with a stringer look in her eyes, "I mean, yes. I'll make her get some rest, Weiss can join us too. Team RWBY will get through this together." "Mostly, at least…"
"Ren, can you-"
"I will help them as best as I can." Ren nodded, smiling in a strange way at the blonde knight and radiating a certain calm that surprised Jaune, "Assuming they need it, of course." "It's damned nice to have you back, Jaune. It's been hellish without some leadership here." He smirked oddly, "Best not to say that to him though, would go right to his head."
"Then we need to go." Jaune said quickly, gesturing with his sword toward the exit in the buildings up on the landing, "We'll take my ship, and get out of here." And take care of Cinder and Salem, he left unsaid.
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