Tales of the Multiverse: Universe TaR00024021Gr1m

Chapter 2

Thanks for letting me use your OC, Damion. I hope I don't fuck this up for you.
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Trenton: Who the fuck are you?

Trenton takes a look at the guy that saved him. The man is seventeen years old. His right eye is black with two scars going down while the left is a lighter blue. His left arm is a slightly burnt pink color. He wields a custom lancer in his hands. This was no other than Sarge Mclark, though Trenton doesn't know him.

Sarge: I'm the man that saved your sorry ass.

He lends Trenton a hand and helps him up.

Sarge: I'm Sarge. You?

Trenton: Trenton, but lets skip to the end and just call me Trent. You're gonna call me that anyways, many people do.

Trenton's aura flickers a bit before going away.

Trenton: Damn spiders. One got to me, I'm basically a sitting duck.

Sarge: Luckily, I brought some supplies with me.

He hands Trenton the rubbing alcohol and a rag. Trenton, after removing some of his gear, grits his teeth to silence his yells of pain from the burning. After he cleans his wound he wraps it up and gets his gear back on.

Trenton: Were you at Beacon?

Sarge: No. I was just visiting.

Trenton: Two can play at that game, asshat. Anyways, my team and I have started evacuating civilians at the docks.

Sarge: Have you seen any other huntsmen or huntresses on your way here?

Trenton: I haven't. Just you and my team.

The roar of the Wyvern comes from above. The pair look up and see it flying towards Beacon.

Trenton: Shit.

Sarge: We need up there ASAP.

Trenton: I'm open to any suggestions.

Sarge: I have my own ride. Come on, pause.

The two get to Sarge's aircraft and Trenton calls his team.

Grey: Trent, what's going on?

Trenton: Taking a little detour. Sarge and I are heading up to Beacon to take care of that dragon.

Grey: It's a Wyvern.

Trenton: Same fuckin' thing. All we need is a little energon and a lot of luck.

Grey: We'll continue our work down here. Do what you have to.

They hang up and Trenton looks out the cockpit window. The Wyvern is on Ozpin's tower.

Trenton: That's the spawner.

Sarge: I land us as close as we can to drop you off. I need you to find out what's going on up there.

Trenton: As long as you can distract that piece of shit.

Sarge: I wouldn't just let you die out here.

Trenton: Dying wouldn't be too bad.

Sarge: Hey, that's my thing.

Trenton: Whatever, dude.

Sarge drops off Trenton a little ways from the tower. Rain starts falling as Trenton gets out. Trenton turns his sword into rifle mode and jogs towards the tower, staying alert. He sees some fellow students fighting off some Paladins and large Grimm. He shoots a Beringel through it's eye, gaining everyone's attention.