Remnant Viking

Chapter 12: Departure

I like this Ironwood guy. A man that sees the world as it is. Ozpin is a man trying to hide the cruelty of this world behind that justice facade. To think there is an actual military fighting the grim and not a bunch of teens with unnecessary complex weapons trying to save the world in groups of four.

Y/n: "It warms my heart that someone sees it as it is!"

Ironwood: "Someone has to protect this world after all. But what is this paladin before me? What do I need to do to get my hands on it?"

Y/n: "What makes you think that you can make another Viking?"

Ironwood: "Viking? So that's what it's called. Well Atlas is the most advanced Kingdom on remnant. If we can't do it, then I highly doubt anyone can. This Viking can change everything! I must add it to Atlas's Arsenal!"

Y/N: "Even if I gave you the blueprints, they will be worthless."

Ironwood: "How so?"

Y/N: "The Vikings are known to kill recruits. You can't just plop some random pilot in and expect him to survive after reading the manual. You need a Veteran Pilot. You Need Me."

Ironwood: "I'm sure we can fix whatever kills the pilot. Or even just make it into two separate forms. The mere fact that a paladin like mech can transform is revolutionary!" 

Y/N: "Oh the Dominion tried that General. The Banshee was good but was only good against ground targets. Hell, Banshees and Vikings usually flew together. Banshees cleared the ground, and the Vikings cleared the skies and whatever survived the Banshees. Goliath on the other hand. It was a failure. Vikings can escape trouble by transitioning to Fighter Config, but the Goliath had no such option. It got so bad that the Goliath was only allowed to have simple AI to pilot it. I doubt you have the tech to match an Interstellar Empire."

Ironwood: "Interstellar!? It would seem we may not be able to match that. So, what are you suggesting then Y/N?"

Y/N: "You let me join the Atlas Military. You let me run your Viking Program. You let me be a Viking Chief. Let me do my thing and I can give you one of the most versatile mechs of the Terran Dominion and the Pilots that can make use of it. Also, you got to let my daughter Neo go to a good school. A nice paycheck will also be needed. Got to provide for my girl. Oh, and maybe some help on the adoption papers. Also, Viking Pilots are the best that the Terran Dominion has produced. Of course. I am open to compromise to a degree."

Ironwood turned his gazed to the damaged Hati. He walked towards it and started examining every inch of her. He even climbed up and manage to open the hatch and sat in the cockpit for a few minutes. 

Ironwood: "When can you leave?"

Y/N: "When do we ship out sir?"

Ironwood: "We leave in a few days. Vale is just a pitstop to Vacuo. I'm heading there on some diplomatic mission. It annoyed me at first, but the trip is already worth it. Give me your scroll number so we can stay in contact."

I gave him my scroll and he happily typed his number in.

Ironwood: "Well Y/N it's been a pleasure. It's nice to converse with another solider. We must trade war stories once we get to Atlas. I'll see what kind of Official Rank I can give you, but rest assured. You are going to be an officer."

Y/N: "That reminds me. How are your bionics?"

Ironwood: *confused* They are almost as good as the real thing but naturally stronger than flesh. Can be pricey. Why you ask?"

Y/N: "Viking Pilots are required to be 6 ft even. So, your gonna need to cut off a lot of legs."

Ironwood: "WHAT!? WHY!?"