The lost soldier (re-write)

Oobleck and Summer

YN is sitting in Oobleck's class and he is impressed by how accurate his information was on the Great War.

YN: It's almost like he lived through it as well.

Weiss: What do you mean?

YN: All of Oobleck's information is correct. I'll see if this trips him up though.

YN raises his hand.

Oobleck: Mr LN what is your question?

YN: Even thought there are no surviving mark nine battle rifles left, what is the correct method for loading and firing one.

Oobleck: First you cock the bolt and then you load the six round striper clip. You then return the bolt and give fire.

YN: Thanks for that.

YN sits back in his chair.

YN: So he served or knows someone who did.

Weiss: What do you mean?

YN: No M9 battle rifle has existed in the past two centuries. The only way he could know that is if he went through basic training.

Time skip to after class.

YN goes up to Oobleck.

YN: Where did you serve?

Oobleck: I don't follow?

YN: No M9 battle rifle has existed in the past two centuries. You served during the Great War.

Oobleck: I didn't serve, but my ancestor did

YN: What rank was he?

Oobleck: He was a corporal.

YN: I was the Colonel of the 398th elite guards rifle division.

Oobleck: I think that he served in the 398th as well.

YN: I'm not sure if I remember your ancestor, do you have a picture or anything to jog my memory?

Oobleck: I have a picture of him somewhere, I'll find it later and I'll send you a copy.

YN: How do you know all of the information that you do? If you haven't served then you must have some other sources?

Oobleck then pulls out a battered leather journal.

YN: We'll talk more later, and thanks.

After that YN leaves Beacon, then he is on his way to the antiques and oddities store with Weiss. She wants a little silver pen knife and YN is going to pick up an old rifle stock lathe and a metal machinery lathe that he ordered.

Weiss: I don't get why you need all this new machinery?

YN: I don't get why you need a little silver pen knife? A Damascus steel one would be so much better.

Weiss: Because I like nice things. Alright I told you why I am buying a pen knife so you tell me what you need all that machinery for.

YN: When I was in high school I took a course on gun smithing.

Weiss: You took a course on gun manufacturing?

YN: I did indeed, it was good fun too. I want to see if I still have those skills that I learned.

Weiss: What would you us to fire the projectile? Dust I would presume.

YN: I have been working on a new chemical that I would use. It is easier to get than dust, and it costs only a fraction of the price. I call it gunpowder.

Weiss: Could this gunpowder be used for other things such as fuel?

YN: As it stands, no. But for weapons it is a much cheaper alternative. But there is a disadvantage, it only comes in one variation. Unlike dust which comes in fire, ice ,etcetera gunpowder is only useful when working in conjecture with a projectile meaning that the bullets don't freeze or burn a target, however they do punch through auras so they are the perfect weapon against infantry.

By this time they have reached the shop and they buy their things and they go home. Meanwhile Ruby gets a call from Summer.

Ruby: Hey mom, what's going on?

Summer: Hey baby, can I stay with you for a while?

Ruby: I guess so, I just have to ask my landlord.

Ruby then goes to YN with summer still on the phone.

Ruby: Can my mom stay here?

YN: I see no reason why not.

Ruby then goes back to the phone.

Ruby: He says that it is okay. Anyway why do you need a place to stay?

Summer: Tai, he became abusive after you girls left and I just want out.

Ruby: You can come over right away and we'll talk about it.

Summer then finds her way to YN's house and she is shocked that Ruby lives here.

Summer: Wow you live here?

Ruby: Yeah, one of my friends, YN owns the place.

Summer: I hope that he has your best interests at heart.

Ruby: What do you mean?

Summer: He isn't making you do, things?

Ruby: . . . Oh, no, he wouldn't do anything like that, he's a perfect gentleman.

YN goes to greet his new guest.

YN: Ahh you must be Summer. Did you enjoy your trip?

Summer: It was quite nice.

YN noticed a scratch on her arm.

YN: Did you hurt yourself? I'll go get the doctors bag.

YN runs off and brings back a first aid kit and bandages Summer's arm.

YN: How did this happen?

Summer: ... I fell on the way here.

YN: Its your husband isn't it.

Summer: How did you know?

YN: You paused when I asked the question and then you moved your fingers to your ring finger where there is the indentation of a wedding band.

Summer: It's true, my husband has been abusing me for a while.

YN: Where does he live?

Summer: In a cabin on the island of Patch. Why?

YN just grabbed his guns and equipment and ran out the door.

Meanwhile with Tai on Patch.

Tai: Where did that bitch run off to now?

Suddenly there is a knock at the door.

Tai: That better be her!

Tai opens the door and YN is standing there.

YN: Hello, do you have time to talk about our lord and savior Monty Oum?

Tai: Fuck off freak.

YN: Now that isn't a nice way to speak to a man of god. I'll just have to deliver some for you then.

Tai: What are you delivering?

YN: JUDGEMENT

YN slams the butt of his pistol into Tai's gentleman vegetables and dragged him outside.

YN: You are a sick and pathetic little creature. You struck your wife to feel better about yourself.

YN then shoots off both of Tai's kneecaps.

YN: I would save you but I am not allowed to do evil.

YN just pistol whipped Tai's face until it was concave and blood splattered the blades of grass. YN then disposed of the body in a lyme pit and proceeded to go back home and talk to Summer.

YN: I went to speak to your husband but it seems that he has disappeared.

Summer: Your lying.

YN: How did you know?

Summer: Because Ruby told me about the kind of man you are. You are loving, clever, smart, loyal, and you always try to fix problems. Thank you.

YN: (wink) I still have no idea what you are talking about...You shouldn't have had to have gone through that so there is no need to thank me.