Pilot Predator (OCs x RWBY)

Can't fight Nature...

Yeta lied in a military-grade bed, before the stock of a charge rifle slammed into his face. "Rise and shine, boss-kid." A voice called out to Yeta as he rubbed his cheek and wiped his eyes. "Mornin', Utah." Yeta yawned as he got out of bed, pulling his Grapple Pilot suit on and checking if his augmented abilities were up and running.

"Normally you're the first to wake. Somethin' up, kiddo?" Utah asked, locking the Charge Rifle to his back. "Yeah... it's nothing- just- I had a dream where I had lived somewhere- a normal life... pfft-" Yeta and Utah started laughing.

"Us? A normal life? Puh-lease. Like I'd give up the life of being an interplanetary ass-kicker." Utah fist-bumped the young pilot, who just smiled and put his helmet on. "I know, right? But... Ghost was there." Yeta crossed his arms after holstering his Hammond P2016.

"Mr. Silent but deadly? Normal life? Those don't belong in the same subject." The larger pilot frowned as he tossed Yeta his Volt. Yeta looked up in pride as he gathered around the conference table of their base. "Sorry for the delay, ladies and gentlemen. Rhode, Status report."

A Huntsman crawled away, covered in blood and scars. His clothes were tattered and bloody as he had an eye forced shut. He crawled away, and set his back to a tree, just as an Ursa lifted its clawed paw above him. The Huntsman let go of his broken arm and pulled out a scroll. An image of his family, a wife and daughter, popped up as one thought went through his head. I'm sorry, girls...

The Ursa brought down its paw as the Huntsman closed his eyes in acceptance. All of a sudden a mechanical whirring sound was heard, followed by a crunch. The Huntsman slowly opened his eyes to see a large robotic leg crushing the Ursa.
I never thought I'd be thanking Atla- The Huntsmans thoughts were cut off as he identified the robot. Wait... That's not Atlas tech...

The Titan turned around and a human voice rang out. "You good?" Yeta's voice came through the speakers as the Huntsman nodded his head. "Get on top and hold tight, I still need to get your job cleaned up." The Titan pulled a gun off its back as the Huntsman crawled on and grabbed onto wherever he could for dear life. "Let's cha-cha, you fuckin' animals."

45 Minutes Later...

They had returned the Huntsman to the nearest medical facility and went back out on their rampage. Megaton held a Deathstalkers tail in place, his foot on its head while he grabbed the barb. Yeta used a laser saw to sever the tail and Megaton strapped it to his back for later research, killing the oversized Scorpiones with a magazine into its carapace. Megaton used the body as a one-hit flail against three Ursa, just before it turned to ash. He unleashed a barrage of rockets, killing the last of the Grimm in a matter of seconds.

"Cope and seethe, pests." Yeta took his helmet off for a moment and spat at the ashes of an Alpha Beowulf. He used his grappled and began to rodeo Megaton as he walked back to Beacon, scrubbing away the blood that remained on his Titan. Yeta finished and hopped inside the top hatch of MT-9211. He turned on a video as he took off his helmet, a hand resting on his cheek.

Megaton arrived at the Beacon just as the video was reaching its finale.
"YES!" a masculine voice rang out. Sounds of exertion were heard, before a gasp and a shotgun blast. That's some powerful ammunition... I'll have to watch for that... and poor shopkeeper. He sighed and shut off the video. He looked at the time and sighed. Still got plenty of downtime.
He thought while walking down over to the Bullhead that was about to take off. He wanted to save money, so just as it took off, he grappled onto the top of it and surfed his way down to Vale. Fuck inflation!

"Learning is so much fun..." A voice sarcastically called out in his secret radio, making Yeta smile. It is, my friend... It is...

The Bullhead landed and the Pilot cloaked, shooting his grapple at the nearest building and swinging away. He landed gracefully and removed his helmet, uncloaking as he did so. He walked into a Dust shop and sighed. The prices were extremely high and the supply was scarce.
He grabbed a pair of small crystals and walked up to the register. He placed down the appropriate Lien and walked away, as the cashier was having a discussion with an angry customer.