Cobra commander was teleported to a new world where G.I.JOE doesn't Exist and he devotes his time To rebuilding cobra and conquering the world the a new way. As in with peace instead of fear and oppression (Disclaimer I don't own rwby or cobra or any art work that I use in this story all rights go to their respective creators)

"I-I've never kissed a g-girl." "So you're saying you've kissed a boy?" I tease tangling my fingers in the baby-haired curls on the nape of his neck. He looks down slightly and I can see the blush forming and creeping up his neck."N-no. I haven't... I haven't kissed anyone before." He admits shyly freezing in place when my teeth graze his neck ever-so-gently and I feel him shiver underneath me. I smirked slightly knowing that I was having some sort of effect no matter how minuscule it was. "Let's change that." ~*~ I never thought I'd really fall. Never like the naive, stupid girls in the sappy romance movies. I believed that we become infatuated, never really love. In fact I was against love. I was against stereotypical high school. I was against anyone who followed the unwritten rules of a 'normal' life. The 'rules' being 1. The boy always had to make the first move. 2. Drinking was 'unhealthy' 3. Brains and beauty don't mix. And I was so far against it and my pride was so important that I took on a dare at some shitty party. Never did I think the dare would affect me so much. But you never know. There might not be such a big difference between me and the math nerd. -Your Resident BadGirl ~ẠỤÐẸ₦ ₡ŁẠƦƙ

Alexa Grey. Brandon Flemming. Sebastian O'Connor. Girl. Boxer. Fighter. --- excerpt --- A boy around my age was getting mercilessly beaten by someone with their back to me. I recoiled in horror at the sight of blood everywhere and the cracking of his ribs as punch after punch knocked through him. The boy must have noticed that I was there as he lifted his head, looking at me with a desperate plea for help. Then his attacker turned around and my eyes nervously met Sebastian's. Within milliseconds, anger overtook me and I stormed over. "Leave." Sebastian growled, barely even glancing at me as he pushed me straight into a brick wall. "Stop hitting him," I gasped, trying to get my breath back as I moved away from the wall. "Get out of here." There was nothing but stone cold harshness in Sebastian's voice as he ordered me once again to leave. "No." My breath had been regained and I was standing taller now, my confidence for some reason soaring. "I said," He spat out the words, turning away from the boy and towards me, "to get out of here." "Make me." I didn't even blink as I locked eyes with him, daring him to lay another finger on me. "Fine." Sebastian slammed me back against the wall, grabbing my bandaged wrist and twisting it. There was nothing I could do to hold back the small scream that escaped my lips as he applied more and more pressure. Yet I made no attempt to move away. "Don't touch him." I managed to say, desperately trying to keep my voice as smooth as possible. "I don't have to listen to you," He scoffed. "You don't. But you should." "Oh, and why should I?" Sebastian had visibly calmed down now, it was obvious. Even the tight grip on my wrist had loosened completely. "Because you're better than that." I replied softly, moving myself away from the wall and glancing down at the semi-conscious boy. "You over-estimate me then." With that, Sebastian dropped back and walked off without a single look behind him.

New girl in town. She's different. She's smart cunning and secretive. On her first week of school something goes wrong and the new life she thought she could have is over. Too bad she's bringing new friends back home with her. Let's just say they're caught in the crossfire. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I groan “God you're one of those guys?” he laughs at my comment. He leans closer to my window. “And what type would that be princess?” he smirks and I glare at him. I lean in closer to him, “Oh you know, the kind of guy who has a long line of girls waiting to get heart broken by the player bad boy that only does one night stands. Oh and don’t call me princess. Now if you could cut your music down, that would be great.” I lean back and he shoots me a challenging look.