Pilot Predator (OCs x RWBY)

QnA 2

“We’re back! Today we’re going to be asking more questions- except today, it’ll be a little more… diverse. Let’s start off strong!” I clap my hands once and everyone appears in the question room, everyone on the other side of the one-way glass.

“What!?” Everyone asks, before Ghost is heard groaning, his shoulder slumped. “I never agreed to thi-”

“Oh great- not again.” Jaune sighed, cutting off Ghost who turned to him with a deadpan expression.

“Yes, again. Now shut the fuck up, before I make Sundowner come in with his scissors and turn you into his relative.”

“Wait what-?” Jaune looks in fear as Sundowner brandishes his Machete pincers.

Let’s get it on!

“Future Yeta, who’s your favorite of the girls?” I snap my fingers and Yeta disappears, a slightly older and more mature looking Yeta, with a worn suit and a eye-to-mouth scar, who also returned to his nearly black hair color, appears in the chair, tied the fuck up with chains and explosives.

“What th-!? Oh, not this shit again…” He snarled at me, and the audience in the other room had mixed reactions. Weiss and Yang had a slight pink on their faces, while the rest stared in horror at his restraints. He noticed them too and grinned.

“You scared?” He asked cockily while giving a smug grin.
“I’m still trying to find the last piece of shrapnel in my skull, yes.” I frowned at him.
“NOW ANSWER THE FUCKING QUESTION!”

He sighs and rolls his eyes.

“Tough pick, mate. Although- I’d have to say…” He gave light though, which turned into pure focus. “Shit- I- WHY CAN’T I LIE!?” He yells at me. I point to the anti-lie machine hooked into his head and he sighs. “Fuck. Then I can’t answer the question.”

“Good. Fuck you.” I flip him off before he’s sent back.

Its_Fr0st Asks Yeta and Ghost: “At any point in your lives, have you ever heard of the Last Resort or the 6-4?”

I pull down a screen in front of the pilots, which has Frost sitting on a chair, relaxed and drinking coffee through his ODST Helmet, before he turns to the camera and spits out his coffee. I wave at him and he slowly waves back in confusion before I shut off the screen.

The pilots shuddered at the mention of the two groups, before questioning how he was drinking coffee through his- “Don’t. It’s best not to ask.” I tell them.

“Well uh- Yes… yes we have…” They shuttered as a screen appeared, showing team PURG_ running down a hallway, gunfire behind them.

“SHIT- I LOST THEM ON THE RADAR!” Rhode screamed in panic as the group ran faster. The camera glanced back at a group of pilots chasing them down the hallway, wallrunning every chance they got. “THEY’RE GAINING!” Utah stated the obvious. 

“FUCK THIS SHIT- THERE’S A JAMMER ANYWAY.” Rhode threw the tablet back, hitting one of the pilots on the head. The group laughed maniacally before pulling out a bunch of arc-grenades, pulling the pins before letting them cook. They dropped the grenades and the 6-4 could be heard cursing as the arc-grenades went off at their feet, stunning them.

PURG_ ran out of the facility and grappled into an air-ship piloted by Era. “Took you long enough.” He mumbled in his asian accent. He kicked the ship into jump and they flew off, away from the 6-4 just as they ran out of the facility.

“And now the Last Resort.” I played a montage of their pilots in action and the pilots jaws dropped at the sheer number of pilots there were.

“We get it… we get it…” Ghost inhaled and exhaled as I shut off the screen and turned to them. “Yeah-  we heard of the 6-4. Got our asses whooped by ‘em too…” Yeta gritted his teeth before leaning back, clearly upset. “We done here?” I nod and they get teleported back to the observing room.

Its_Fr0st Asks the main cast: “When it comes to killing, how will you go about it? For me, I don’t enjoy killing. But when done righteously, it’s just a chore, like any other-”

I close the letter and the screen of Frost with his coffee flashes by again.

“I mean- I kinda agree with you- but if I ever had to kill-” Ruby started as I coughed,
“You're in for one hell of a ride, Red.” I cleared my throat and she continued.
“-I understand if it would be necessary- but I’d still feel terrible. If I had to, I’d just make sure it doesn’t hurt…” She looked at the table, sadly, as Yang put an arm over her sister's shoulder as her teammates rubbed her back.

“I have to agree with her there…” Weiss said, clearly sadness in her eyes behind the thought of taking a person from their fami-

“SILENCE. THAT FUCKER JUST JETSTREAM SAM’D US!” Yeta and I yelled in unison.
“I will not become Denver Raiden.” I told myself. Team RWBY turned to the pilots, who just looked back nervously.
“Uhm- yeah… yeah. W-what they said.” Yeta chuckled in fear and Ghost didn’t respond. 

Ghost looked at his hands, a high-pitched ringing filled his ears. His hands flashed to images of them covered in blood- and the ringing stuttered into screams of agony. He noticed in the corner of his eyes that he was in a destroyed city, burnt to the ground and in ruins. He shifted his gaze up and saw a man crawling away from him, towards his wife… who was missing her lower half via grenade explosion. Tears filled the man's eyes as Ghost pursued him, his Wingman appeared in his hand as he pointed it to the man, who was screaming in sadness and agony as he clenched his wife’s lifeless body. He pulled the trigger and a loud bang came out. His face was splattered with a few drops of blood, his face expressionless.

He looked down upon the body, before flipping it over with his foot. Suddenly, he was on a different planet, gazing down at Era, who had a bullet in his head. A tear fell from his expressionless face, down onto his dead teammate. He dropped the gun and looked up, showing he was in the room again. Blake was at his side, shaking him violently while looking him in the eyes.

He noticed Predator in the darkened corner of the room, a twisted smile on his face as his eyes let off a small glow. He shook his head and saw he was gone, and that Yeta was standing just behind the group, who all looked at him with worried and panicked faces.

Its_Fr0st Asks Yeta and Ghost: “What’s scarier for ya’ll?”

“Probably the 6-4. They may not have super-strength technology- but they sure as hell know where to shoot and when.” Yeta shivered as he covered his crotch.
“They used fucking slug rounds…”

And Pianos.

“Blake.” Ghost stated, while eating ramen.

Its_Fr0st Asks Yeta and Ghost: “Do you believe in Fate’s Gravity?”

“No-... not really. I just do whatever. Everything I do feels unnatural and- you get my point. I’m no good with words.” Ghost sighed as he rested his hands on his knees.

“I do… Because I- for one… know mine…” Yeta smiled sadistically, his canines letting off a sparkle.