Gunslinger of Remnant Vol. I (RWBY X Red Dead Redemption II)

Gunslinger of Remnant - Chapter VII - Beacon Academy

Chapter 7 - Beacon Academy

October 23rd, Vale, Remnant, 2287 - Day 6

Yukon POV:

After Oz told me that a hangar stores things called aircraft and weapons that fly, he took me to reunite with Bullet and my things. Now that I think about it, I don't reckon I ever introduced you to Bullet.

Bullet is a War Horse, specifically an Ardennes, built to handle tough conditions and endure running for long distances. He's also my best friend, despite his complaining, but he ain't like them other horses, Bullet is special.

I ride back to where Oz told me to meet him. He wants to give me a tour of where I'll be stayin' for the next four years, I guess. When I get to the front, I am shocked at the buildings I see.

The entrance to the academy is beautiful. It has rows of pillars arching around the center, red trees lining the path to the main building, along with what look like very futuristic lamp posts with banners on them, which displays the insignia of Beacon Academy.

Ozpin: "Ah, there you are. I've been waiting for you."

I turn around to meet the headmaster.

Yukon: "Sorry, I got distracted."

Where the hell did he come from? He's like a damn ninja.

Ozpin: "It's quite alright. Now, let's start the tour of the school, shall we?"

Yukon: "I suppose."

The wizard takes me to the entrance of the school, a big set of doors leading into a grand hallway, lined with tall windows showing the outside. Ozpin leads me to a room which looked like an amphitheatre.

Ozpin: "This is the training arena, where students will compete against each other to test their skills. It is also an amphitheatre, where announcements are made."

Well, I was half right.

Yukon: "Skills? What kind of skills? As in academically?"

Ozpin: "In a way, yes. If you recall what I said earlier, my school is made to train soldiers, men and women trained in both academics and combat to create the perfect weapons to fight against the evil in this world. I assume you have the same in your world, yes?"

Yukon: "Yeah, we have all types of soldiers; I was once one as well. But that was a long time ago. A different time."

Ozpin: "You were a soldier?"

Yukon: "I was a Marine. I fought on ground in battle, and trained soldiers for a couple of years in the Marine Corps till I became an Outlaw. But I also have trained in martial arts and war tactics too, that's why I ain't gotten myself killed yet."

Ozpin: "Then you know why I must enlist these men and women. I assume you have the means to combat your types of evil, such as us."

Yukon: "Yeah, I reckon I do."

Ozpin: "In that case, I have a proposition for you."

Yukon: "I'm already enrolled in your school, what more do you want from me?"

Ozpin: "Considering you were once a soldier, or rather a Marine as you call it, my understanding is you don't need as much training to fight Grimm, especially since the spectacle you demonstrated this morning."

Yukon: "Yeah...?"

Where is he going with this?

Ozpin: "Here's my offer: You select a group of students you see fit to be 'Marine' material, and train them under your authority to compete against the rest of my students to see which group is superior. I have a feeling your methods of training and teaching might prove to be useful, if they turn out to be more effective than my teachings."

Yukon: "...Where is this coming from? You barely know me. How can you be so sure my way of making soldiers is better than yours?"

Ozpin: "I've seen a lot of things in my time of being a headmaster. Over the years I've acquired the ability to recognize potential in people I've only just met. You fall into this category, Mr. Marston. I can tell by the look in your eyes you know what it is to be a soldier."

Yukon: "I do. But what would I get out of this deal? Right now it just seems like you want to reap the benefits of my labor."

Ozpin: "Very observant. Simply put, I am hiring you to train students. What you get out of this is up to you. You decide what privileges you want, I decide what I'll allow. Fair enough?"

Yukon: "..."

Whatever privileges I decide on, huh? Alright, Oz. I'll make you regret the phrasing of your words.

Yukon: "Fine, I'll train your soldiers. I'll make them into the best damn soldiers in Remnant! But here's my demands: I teach a class of history, Marine Corps History. In order to become marines, them students need to know where marines come from. Second, I decide who the recruits will be. I only want the finest. Third...I need weapons for the recruits. Any and all. Fourth, despite me being a teacher, I still want to take the following classes: Grimm studies, History and Combat class."

Ozpin stands in silence for some time.

Ozpin: "...I suppose I can make that work. Well Professor Marston, to make sure you don't miss out on any lost potential in students, I need you to take the Initiation course with all the incoming first years. They'll be arriving tomorrow."

Yukon: "Sure, what's the Initiation course?"

Ozpin: "You know the forest you survived the night in?"

Yukon: "Yeah..."

Ozpin: "You, along with 80 or so students will be thrown back into it to retrieve chess pieces. You do not need to retrieve a piece however, just something that lets me know you survived a grimm attack. Think of it as reparations for trespassing, if you want."

This man is insane. I hate him.

Yukon: "You're insane. I barely have enough ammo to take on a... what were the wolves called again?"

Ozpin: "Beowolves."

Yukon: "Yeah, them creatures."

Ozpin: "I already accounted for that, Mr. Marston. Beacon Academy also has a forge, whether it be to create weapons, armor, or in this case, ammunition."

Yukon: "Thank you, headmaster."

Ozpin: "Call me Ozpin. You are a teacher now, after all."

Yukon: "Whatever, Oz."