Pilot Predator (OCs x RWBY)

History

Raven was knocked on her back, forcing her to return to her human form, unsheathing Omen and pointing its powerful red blade at her attacker... Yeta.
She grimaced at her opponent, before her heart stopped.

Uty...?

Her grip loosened on her blade, before she heard the clattering of metal against the ground.
Her eyes slowly traveled down, just below her shaking body lay Omen. She had dropped her weapon. She returned her gaze back to her assailant.

"Ms. Branwen." The Pilot spoke, his voice cold and low, however it reminded her of something.
She quickly grabbed her blade, before taking a nervous step backwards.

"Who are you?! What do you want!?" Raven shouted at the Pilot, trying to show no emotion in her voice, but panic took her over.
She ran her eyes along his armor, fighting with all her willpower to ignore something...

"I-... I am Yeta Zero. You may call me Predator, if you'd like. I-... I just want to do business." The Pilot held his hands together calmly, ignoring her obvious distress as she slowly sheathed her blade, obvious sadness behind her mask.

His name even sounds like him...

"And what business is that?" Raven said, her voice careless as she was lost in thought.
"I simply wish to add you to one of my contacts for- info... If not tha-" Yeta's offer was cut off by Raven.

"I'll do it." She mumbled as she stared at the ground, her eyes under her mask dark.
"I-... that's it-?" Yeta was taken aback as she nodded.
"On one singular condition..." Raven muttered, her cold voice now sad.

"Have you heard of Pilot Utah...?"
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Present Time...
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"Come on, Ice-cream. Just this way." Yeta mumbled as he pulled a disguised Neo downtown, ignoring her nervousness around the public.

The Pilot eventually came up to a clothing store and entered it, dragging the Black-haired Neo with him.

He skimmed through aisle after aisle of clothes, before finding something that made him smile darkly.

A dark red leather trench coat with a zipper down the middle.

"Let's rock, baby!" Yeta snickered as he grabbed it, before zooming off to find a black t-shirt, a handful of belts, black jeans, and large black boots. He dragged Neo up to the cashier, quickly purchasing the outfit, while making a custom order.

As they stepped outside, he requested Neo to run an errand- to get two bottles of white hair dye.

Meanwhile...

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"You're leaving?" Weiss asked her sister as she rested a hand on the table.
"Yes, I was merely needed to oversee the transport of additional units to Vale. Our last shipment was lost to an ambush." Winter responded in a cold voice.

"I believe you had a run-in with its cargo, actually." Winter remarked.
"It's fortunate those Paladins were still in the Prototype stage. Otherwise, your team may not have fared so well." Winter watched as her sister cleared her throat.

"Actually- we weren't the ones who took it down." Weiss looked to the side, avoiding her sister's gaze nervously.
"Yeta and Ghost did- and they did it with ease! I mean, Ghost got hit once, but that was it- and-" Winter cut off Weiss's rambling.

"So those Pilots, as you call them, were truly the ones who took down the Paladin- was it with those Titans of theirs? From what I've been informed, those are simply stolen designs from Paladins." Winter crossed her arms.