Remnant Viking

Chapter 5: Cleaning House

I wake up feeling refreshed. Nothing like a good night sleep to make all your problems feel irrelevant. I look to my side and see an object that resembles a data slab. The note attached to it tells me that it is a Scroll. There were instructions to it and thus I began fiddling with it. I don't like the fact that it suddenly appeared but maybe I just didn't notice it like I didn't notice the end table next to my bed. I may need glasses.

The scroll seemed to act like a phone and minicomputer. Ozpin's number is already added but I expected as much. I finally willed myself out of bed and myself dressed. It's 5am and its time to work out. After two hours of working out and a quick sprint down the runway, I found a working shower in another part of the hanger. I really need to explore this place later. This is ridiculous. After changing into my flight suit, I made my way to the cafeteria for breakfast. I grab myself a large stack of pancakes and was about to dig in but sadly my scroll started to ring. 

Y/N: "Hello! Resident Pilot here! If it needs killing, then I'm the guy for ya!"

Ozpin: "It's a good thing I called then. Meet me in my office after you finish eating" he chuckled.

Y/N: "Sure. Be there in 15" I hang up on him. Finally, some action! 

I quickly finish my meal and as I was leaving, I met team RWBY and another group of teens.

Ruby: "Morning Y/N! Here for breakfast?"

Y/N: "Nope, just finished. Sorry girls but I got work to do it seems."

Yang: "Still working on Hati?"

Y/N: "Nope. Ozpin needs me." I then turned and walk away from the group.

After a few minutes of walking and an elevator ride later, I stand before Ozpin. Ready for my assignment. 

Ozpin: "Glad you can join us Y/N"

Y/N: "What's the mission" I said in a rather serious tone. This seemed to catch Ozpin off guard.

Ozpin: "Straight to business? Good. I need a camp of White Fang gone."

Y/N: "Local terrorists I assume?"

Ozpin: "That they are Y/N. They are a group of Faunus that are trying to get equal rights for all Faunus at gun point. They turned radical in past few years."

Y/N: "Intel on enemy camp?"

Ozpin: "None expect its location." He puts down a map of the World of Remnant. He points to a mountain region that is southwest of Vale.

Ozpin: "They are located at the Vale and Vacuo border. They are at the base of one of the mountains. How fast can you get there?"

Y/N: "Roughly an hour if I'm saving fuel. 30 minutes at full burn. So, Search and Destroy?" a tinge of excitement coats my words.

Ozpin: "Yes. I want that camp Gone."

I smiled and gave Ozpin a quick Salute. "Consider them dead."

I make my way back to the hangar. I power up Haiti and exited the hanger with a smile on my face. Finally. It's time to Lock and Load. With a quick transition, I soared my Viking to the border region. Soon my dear girl. You Can Sing All You Want.

*Time Skip brought to you by team RWBY and JNPR huddling around a TV*

Target sighted. It was at the base of one of the mountains. Decent sized outpost that probably houses a hundred or so terrorists. Shit. I forgot to ask about my pay. I can invoice him later. Time to introduce myself.

I transition right at the front door. Surprising the guards who started firing their rifles and pistols at Haiti. I respond in kind and with a quick burst, there is only a puddle of blood. I charged threw the flimsy gate and gunned down anything that moved. I saw some fuel tanks and gave it a quick burst. The resulting explosion tore through a dozen grunts and left another dozen on fire screaming. I ignore them. They can suffer. 

I continue my rampage inside the camp. I crashed through buildings and gunned down anything that survived. Every single building was torn down. I occasionally stomped on a few that tried to crawl away. Admist the carnage, I find a small child holding a pistol. He was firing shot after shot at Haiti. The bullets dinging off her armor and cockpit windows.  Reminds me of the words of a certain wise man.

???: "Now listen Xyros! You gota kill the younglings! Sure, they aren't a threat now, but they will be later. One day, 15 years later, you're gonna be old and weak. That youngling is gonna comeback at the prime of his life! He is gonna kill ya like you killed everything he loved! The cycle ends when everyone is dead. So, kill the younglings. They will kill you later."

I squeezed the trigger, and the child was gone. A faint red mist is all that remained of him. I switch configs and did a flyby of the outpost. It was utterly destroyed, and scanners aren't picking up anything moving or alive down there.

Mission Accomplished. Returning Home.

Home. What a bitter word to say when it's about Beacon. I wonder how long that will last. 

Guess I need to find out.

The flight home was longer than I expected. My mind in a bittersweet mood. 

How long will this last indeed?

The setting sun reflected my bitter mood. 

This sounds like a Tomorrow Me Problem.

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Author: "Shorter than I expected. But I hope I got the point across."

Y/N: "Point being?"

Author: "Oh don't you worry about that yet!"

Author: "Next time on Remnant Viking! Y/N returns back from his first mission! How will the others react!? How will his first real day of school go!? Find out next time!"

Y/N: "What? I thought we weren't going to classes!? And what do you mean by the others' reaction!?"

Author: "Next Time!"

Y/N: "DAMN IT!!!"