A New War - A Gundam RWBY reader Insert

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Bold=Narrator
Italics=thoughts
Asterix=actions

The cockpit of the Nu Gundam was a sanctuary of dimly lit screens and controls, the soft hum of machinery providing a constant backdrop to Y/n's thoughts. The mission had brought him to Earth ravaged by the merciless claws of war. Inside his massive mobile suit, he glanced over a holographic map, trying to make sense of the chaotic battlefield. As his eyes scanned the digital representation of the desolate landscape, movement caught his attention on one of the external cameras. His focus shifted as he beheld the sight before him. Four figures stood defiantly in front of the towering Nu Gundam, their tattered clothes and wounded bodies a testament to the ravages of battle. Y/n was confused. The proximity alarms never went off, nor did the sensors detect any movement within the rubble. The girls clutched weapons in their hands, their eyes filled with a mixture of fear, anger, and exhaustion.

Y/n's mind was confused, trying to comprehend the situation. These girls, their broken and worn appearance, spoke volumes. Their trust in the federation shattered, their lives torn asunder by the very machines Y/n piloted. He understood their fear, their anger toward anyone associated with the destructive power of mobile suits. Determined to reach out, Y/n activated the external speakers, his voice resonating with empathy and a hint of desperation.

Y/n: Please, lower your weapons. I mean you no harm.

His voice carried through the barren wasteland, echoing off the destroyed buildings. He wasn't sure why he was doing this. He had a mission to do, people depending on him, but right now, this was his mission, these girls.

Y/n: My name is Y/n, and I want to help you. I can see that you've been through a lot, and I promise I won't let any harm befall you. Let's talk.

The girls, their faces etched with pain and suspicion, exchanged wary glances. The wounds of broken trust ran deep, and the scars of their destroyed home were a constant reminder of the devastation wrought by mobile suits. They couldn't afford to let their guard down. One of the girls spoke with a tremor in her voice.

???: How do we know you're not just like the others? How do we know you won't turn on us?

Y/n's heart sank, his understanding of their skepticism all too clear. He had taken lives in the past. He had been a weapon of destruction. But he had also witnessed the consequences of his actions, the destruction and pain left in his wake. This encounter, this moment, was an opportunity for redemption.

Y/n: I understand your fear and anger.

Y/n replied, his voice filled with a mixture of remorse and determination.

Y/n: I can assure you that I'm not here to cause any more harm. Tell me your names, and I'll take you somewhere safe.

The girls hesitated, their eyes flickering with uncertainty. They glanced at each other, silently weighing their options. The harsh reality of their situation forced them to confront the idea that they might need help, even from someone they were inclined to despise. Finally, one of the girls stepped forward, her voice laced with caution.

Weiss: I'm Weiss, and these are Ruby, Yang, and Blake. We've lost everything, and those...machines were responsible for it. How can we trust you when you hide in it like a coward! Scared of a couple of girls?!

Y/n's heart ached at their words, the weight of their suffering palpable in the air. He knew that trust had to be earned, not simply given. He needed to find a way to bridge the gap, to prove that he was different from the others who had brought ruin to their lives. With determination burning in his eyes, Y/n scanned the control panel of the cockpit, searching for a way to exit the mobile suit. He spotted the manual release lever for the hatch and wasted no time in activating it. The metal doors began to slide open, revealing the bleak landscape beyond.