Angel meets team RWBY.

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by Crimson_Reads

by Crimson_Reads

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|Y/N's POV|
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Weiss and I arrive at the warehouse around twenty minutes after leaving Ozpin's office, or rather, Weiss' team and I. Yeah, we ran into them along the way, and then they decided to tag along, intrigued by meeting ANGL-5830. I'm cool with it, but Angel might not be. Ruby, the team leader, has short black hair with ruby tips, Yang has yellow hair that reaches down to her butt, and Blake has black hair that reaches her back. I open the door to the warehouse and hear the four girls gasp at the sight before them. I smirk before running in, yelling. "HEY! GET THOSE TOOLS THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY TITAN, DAMMIT!" The people working see me running towards them, and immediately put their tools away and climb down. I easily scale ANGL-5830 up to her chassis and open the hatch. "Yo, Angel, time to wake up, sweetheart." "HELLO, PILOT. IT HAS BEE-EEE-EN A WHILE. I COULD NOT R-R-REACH Y-Y-Y-YO-OU." I sigh, "Still need some repairs?" "AFFIRMATIVE."

I pat the inside of her chassis, before opening a small panel on my right. Inside are a few wires that regulate her speech patterns. The one that handles smooth speech is ruined. "HEY, RUBY! CAN YOU HAND ME A GREEN COPPER WIRE FROM DOWN THERE?" I barely hear the girl's answer before she appears in front of the hatch. "Here." I take the wire from her, and replace the ruined one. "Thanks. That better Angel?" "AFFIRMATIVE, PILOT. SPEECH IS NOW FULLY FUNCTIONAL.
RUNNING SYSTEMS DIAGNOSTIC.
WEAPONS: OFFLINE.
MOVEMENT: LEGS OFFLINE, ARMS OFFLINE.
RADAR: OFFLINE.
STORAGE: ONLINE.
OPTICS: ONLINE.
POWER: 80 PERCENT REMAINING.
DIAGNOSIS COMPLETE, PLEASE REPAIR THE OFFLINE SYSTEMS."

Climbing out of the chassis, I sigh. "We got a lot of work to do, eh, sweetheart?" "AFFIRMATIVE PILOT. I SEE YOU HAVE MADE FRIENDS?" "Yeah, I have. The small one is Ruby, the blonde is Yang, the one reading a book is Blake, and the one in white is Weiss." I point to each as I say their name, all of them waving except Blake. "GREETINGS. I AM ANGL-5830. I AM A MONARCH CLASS EXPEDITION TITAN BUILT FOR COMBAT. I HAVE THREE PROTOCOLS: 1. ESTABLISH A LINK WITH THE PILOT. 2. ELIMINATE ALL HOSTILES. 3. PROTECT THE PILOT." I sigh while I climb down from her chassis, stopping to check the damage on her legs. "Just call her Angel, guys. And don't worry about having movement offline for much longer, Angel, the damage isn't too bad on your legs. Can you give me an estimate on the cost for repairs?"

Angel goes quiet while she calculates it, and I drop down to the floor of the warehouse. Ruby is busy staring at Angel in awe, Yang is shaking her head at her sister, Blake is now actually looking, and Weiss is standing off to the side. I grab a toolbox, and start setting up my own workshop at one side of the warehouse. "PILOT. I HAVE FINISHED CALCULATING REPAIR COST." "Lay it on me, Angel." "GIVEN THE CURRENCY OF THIS WORLD, AND CONVERTING LIEN TO CREDITS, REPAIRS SHOULD COST ABOUT 67,000 CREDITS, OR 1,275,340 LIEN." "What's my balance?" I ask while hanging wrenches in my workshop. "CURRENT BALANCE IS 900,680,000 CREDITS. REPAIRS WILL LEAVE YOU WITH 900,613,000 CREDITS." "Got it. I'll talk to Oz about it. As well as moving my dorm. And to make my-?" "5,000 CREDITS." "Alright." The girls stare in shock at how much money I have in Lien. Stepping back from my makeshift workshop, I nod in approval at how it looks. My tools are hanging on the wall in front of me, and a rack for the larger, more powerful tools. Turning around, I finally see the looks on the girls' faces. "What? Being a Pilot pays good money."

Ruby blinks a bit before saying, "Screw being a Huntress, I wanna be a Pilot now!" I shake my head. "No, Ruby, you don't. Being a Pilot is a lot harder than being a Huntress. You could die if you aren't careful." "Same with being a Huntress." "Can a Huntress die from getting their systems hacked? Or how about being killed by someone with a stronger Titan?" She shakes her head. "I'm telling you, you don't want my job. War is hell. I know from experience." She looks down in sadness.

"But I have to admit, it is pretty fun to drop from near orbit in a Titan. Actually, I think I have the credentials to give a basic Pilot training course. Am I correct in thinking so, Angel?" "AFFIRMATIVE. PILOT Y/N HAS THE CREDENTIALS REQUIRED TO GIVE BASIC TRAINING CLASSES." "Great! Sign 'em up!" "REGISTERING STUDENTS...ERROR FOUND, TITANS FOR STUDENTS UNAVAILABLE. REQUEST TITANS?" "Yeah. And tell them the coordinates." "REQUESTING TITANS............." My favorite words follow the silent wait. "STANDBY FOR TITAN-FALL." "Yeah! Those are the words I love to hear! Come on, let's head outside!" I practically drag the four to the courtyard, which happens to be devoid of people. Perfect. Ruby looks around for the Titans while I watch the sky. Oh, how I love watching a Titan-fall. "Where are they?" The dots I know are Titans get closer to the ground in a square pattern. "3....2.....1.....TITAN-FALL!" I yell as the four Titans crash into the courtyard, the girls in shock about the Titans falling from the sky. "Alright, girls, pick a Titan. I'll give you a crash course on the Titan you pick afterward."