Guess who's back, bitches? ME! BOW TO YOUR DARK LORD!

     "Sh-h-h-h-h-h . . . quiet now. Killing time... soon." A certain pilot muttered in his sleep. Currently inside the cockpit of his titan, (Y/N) hugged his smart pistol close to his chest, having wondrous dreams . . . of . . . something. Suddenly, an air horn noise was played on full volume. The pilot shot up, smacking his head on the top of the cockpit. It would have hurt, but like every normal human being, he wore his helmet in bed. As 'bed' as the upright seating of a cockpit chair could be, anyway. 

     "Pilot, I suggest you ready yourself for the school day. You have approximately one hour."

"Yeah - thanks for waking me."

"I detect sarcasm, pilot."

"Oh I bet you do." Osiris didn't answer, but instead opened the hatch, allowing (Y/N) to step out. Quickly and efficiently, he put on his armor and loaded his sidearms. Looking at the time, he saw it hadn't been that long. He left anyway, however, not wanting to stick around in the hangar for the next fifty five minuets. 

      The sky was grey, as if rain was coming, but there were no dark storm clouds at all. For once, (Y/N) had little brain chatter; things were calm. One might not think much of this, but for a pilot, seldom is a relaxing moment savorable. Of course, since his arrival to Beacon, those types of days were becoming less and less scarce. 

     Students could be seen around the courtyard, talking and walking around. Doing what students did in a magical world with beasties of darkness and such. "Hello. You must be (Y/N)." You turned around to be met with an interesting sight. Three people, each dressed in Haven Academy's black uniforms. There was one guy. He had light grey hair and dark grey eyes. Standing beside him was a girl with darker skin; green hair and red eyes. The last was the one standing in front of them - the one that had spoken to you. She had jet black hair with, oddly enough, amber eyes. 

"Yes. There something you need?" You responded. 

"Aw, don't be like that. We only want to get to know you." Her voice was low and . . . slightly sadistic. She gave off an aura you didn't like.

"Yeah, well, sorry to disappoint you, but, I have other places to be." You turned and started walking away.

"That's too bad. I was really looking forward to meeting the great pilot hero that defended the Atlesian Paladin facility." You froze in your tracks. How did she find out about that? Spinning on your heels, you walked back to them. 

"I'm sorry, where did you hear about me doing something like that?" you tried to emphasize the lie, though she seemed not to buy it. 

"Don't deny it. Word travels fast when you have the right contacts." She said with a smirk. This raised your suspicions even further. 

"Uhuh. Who did you say you were again?" You asked. 

"Cinder. Cinder fall." She stuck a hand out, which you accepted, though ignored the light burning sensation your hand received from it. "The two behind me are Mercury and Emerald." She gestured at the boy and the girl. 

"They couldn't have done that themselves?" You raised a brow. Not like they could see it, anyway. Cinder only smirked, and tensions started to rise. That was, until the silence was broken. 

"Why don't you take that helmet off? It's not like we're in combat class or anything." Mercury said, a hand resting on his hip. 

"Yes, it is quite strange that you always seem to have that on. Why don't you take it off and show us your face." Cinder began reaching for your helmet, though before she got within three inches, your hand shot out and snagged her by the wrist. 

"Don't touch." You said. 

"Yes, of course. I have many friends with self esteem issues, so I know how you feel." Cinder smirked, almost like she was trying to get under your skin. You wanted to leave, but couldn't help a feeling, so you decided to go all out and ask. 

"So, why are you here? At Beacon, I mean."

"Ah, that? We're temporary transfer students here to compete in the tournament, obviously." You didn't respond to Cinder, now wanting to get away. Luckily, the morning bell rung not a moment later. "Looks like we're out of time. We'll talk later, ok?" Cinder smirked again and walked around you, Mercury and Emerald following. 

"Pilot"Osiris's voice came though your helmet radio. "I would exercise extreme caution - voice pattern analysis indicates she is lying." 

"Yeah, I didn't need a super AI to tell me that."

"I am sorry, pilot. I meant no offense to you. I was simply trying to help."

"No! No, no, no, Osiris you were fine! I-I didn't mean it like that - it was just sarcasm. It meant that I could basically tell already. But I am definitely thankful you confirmed it for me."

"I see. I will add that to my comprehension list. And you are welcome, pilot." You sighed before starting to make your way to your first class. 

     So here you sat, several hours later, watching what could only be described as the most humiliating performance you'd ever seen. It was amazing, actually. The strength of the unstoppable force that is Pyrrha Nikos. As of current, she was taking on all four members of CRDL, and, by God was she absolutely shit kicking them. Of course, you had your own issues with the fighting styles on Remnant. The biggest being that they're all too flashy. Too many flips and hand springs and shit. But all things aside, it was still intriguing to watch. Team RWBY was sitting a few seats away from from you watching intently. All accept Blake, anyway. Girl seemed to be tearing herself up over the whole Torchwick thing. She had been buried in books for a long while now. 

     One of the things you made note of was Emerald and Mercury sitting behind you to your left, though they hadn't seemed concentrated on you. It was then that Glynda decided to grace you with her presence. 

     "And that's the match." The professor walked into the arena, eventually standing next to Cardin, who was on his hands and knees, clutching his ribs. 

"Lucky shot..." Cardin muttered before collapsing completely.

"Well done, Miss Nikos. You should have no problem qualifying for the tournament."

"Thank you, professor." Pyrrha said happily. 

"Alright. I know that's a tough act to follow, but we have time for one more sparring match." Glynda looks out at the students sitting in the stands. "Any volunteers? Mrs. Belladonna?" Said girl slams her book shut and looks up. "You've been rather docile for the past few classes. Why don't you-"

"I'll do it." You look behind you to see Mercury's hand raised. 

"Mercury, is it? Very well, lets find you an opponent..." Glynda began typing on her scroll until he interrupted her. 

"Actually, I wanna fight... her." He pointed at Pyrrha.

"Me?" She asked in shock. 

"I'm afraid Mrs. Nikos has just finished a match. I recommend you choose another partner." She furrowed her brows, seemingly glaring at him. 

"No, it's fine! I'd be happy to oblige." She smiles at him, though to everyone's surprise, he rejects her. 

"No, no. I wouldn't wanna break any rules, now would I? Okay, how about I fight... him." You weren't paying attention to what he said, but the multiple gasps did catch your attention. Eventually, you looked over at him to see he was pointing at you. 

"Mr. (L/N)? I suppose there's nothing wrong with that. Please, ready yourselves." Glynda said, walking back to her spectating spot. Both you and him walked into the arena and got into a stance. Immediately you started to analyse him. Spread legs, fists up - he's a martial artist, no doubt. But how - hang on. Why are there shotgun shells on his grieves? You took a last look at the position of his legs, concluding he was most likely going for leg based attacks. It was then that your helmet activated its smart scan function. External structures in white, internal in red. You saw a full outline of his lower body. What you saw surprised you. Mercury had full prosthetic legs and, just as you suspected, the parts of a shotgun inside either of his feet. Great, just gotta avoid the kicks. God I wish I had an aura right now.

     Not a moment later, he charged you. An act which you followed. He immediately went for a kick, which you expected, allowing you to dodge. He started kicking faster, all of which you skillfully avoided. Eventually you spotted an opening. Moving in, you blocked a kick and boosted, your knee out as it made contact with his chest. He flew back into a back flip and landed on his feet. Charging you again, he jumped into a flying kick. You sprinted forward before sliding under him, spinning around, and firing your grappling hook at his arm. You used his surprise to zip your ass right at him, pulling him to you at the same time. Not being able to react fast enough, Mercury fell victim to your drop kick. One foot to the chest, the other to the face. 

     Gracefully landing, you drew your wingman, swirling it around your finger before pulling the trigger once and keeping it held down. The next five shots were fired quickly as you speedily palmed the hammer back again and again. Mercury dodged a few of the shots, taking the others. His aura was suffering. Or at least that's what the status screen said. Your bar was already empty as, you know, no aura? Popping the cylinder out of the gun, you replaced it with master speed and precision. Despite this, your opponent cleared the gap between you and him quickly. 

     He went for a roundhouse kick aimed at your head, which you ducked under. Unfortunately, that left you exposed. A foot slammed into your chest, sending you flying. You landed on your feet to see Mercury was already in front of you. Having no other choice, you clenched the device mounted on your wrist, activating phase shift. Getting some good distance, you jumped into the air and fired your hook at a nearby wall before using it to slingshot yourself at where Mercury most likely was. Dropping to the ground, you performed an accelerated power slide as you switched off the phase shift right as you got to him. Using your jump kit, you left the ground less than foot before him and, using all the speed you had gained from the slingshot, power slide, and the power of the jump kit, you kneed him in the jaw. Mercury went shooting a good fifteen feet into the air, but you weren't done yet. Running up the wall, you flipped off right above Mercury, kicking him into the wall mid air before shooting your grappling hook at him and as you landed, you pulled with all you had, ripping him out of the wall, whipping him across the room and into the wall directly below where everyone else was sitting. 

     Looking at the status screen, his aura was just barely still in yellow. Smirking, you activated stim and ran at him. Mercury, who was struggling to get back up, wasn't fast enough to kick you. Sliding under his leg for the second time, you used the proximity of the wall, tacking off it, mid-air round house kicking your opponent across the face. He grew a look of anger before he charged you again. This time, however, it was different. He kicked, but rather than doing so at you, a buck shot was fired from his boot. Not expecting it, you took the full shot to the stomach. The pain was immense, but you fought through it. It wasn't enough. He kicked you again, launching several more of the pellets into your shoulder dangerously close to your heart. You were sent back and just barely managed to land on your feet. Clenching your teeth, you drew a data knife, blood leaking from your arm and stomach. You and him charged. You jumped into the air and drew your knife arm back, while he raised his legs for another kick. Luckily, you threw first, the knife spearing toward his face. He moved to the side to dodge, the weapon just cutting his cheek.

     He was about to complete the kick movement and shoot when an alarm blared. Mercury abruptly stopped as you boost jumped over him, landing in a sloppy roll. Looking at the status screen, you saw his aura was in the red, albeit just barely. The knife was just enough. Suddenly, a weak feeling flooded through you, leading to you falling to your knees. It was then you saw how much blood was leaking out of your stomach. "Shit." You managed to mutter. 

"Oh my Oum! We need someone to take him to the infirmary!" You heard Glynda yell. 

"No! I'll be... fine." You said weakly, pulling out a vile of emergency stim. Unfortunately you were not conscious long enough to use it. 

---(3rd)---

     The pilot collapsed onto the floor, blood leaking out of him. Glynda was panicking as she lifted (Y/N) up with her semblance. "We have to get him help!" She yelled. Suddenly, everyone in the class began to hear a thumping noise. 

"Hey, anyone else feel hear that?" Emerald asked. The thumping became louder for a moment and Emerald's question was answered when a 40 ton (f/c) vanguard class titan burst through the wall before stopping in front of (Y/N)'s body. 

"Please, allow me to take him." The glowing mono-eye of the machine pulsed with every syllable. OS grabbed the pilot in his hand as Glynda's semblance dissipated. The titan placed (Y/N) in his cockpit and closed the hatch before kneeling. 

"What are you waiting for?!" Glynda yelled. 

"Administering sansufentanyl - 250 milligrams administered. Administering (b/t) blood. Injecting 50cc of STIM." 

"You can't just treat him here! He needs medical attention." Glynda barked. 

"On the contrary, Professor Goodwitch, a titan is fully customized to its pilot's needs. This includes medical attention. I am ready to double as a field hospital specifically for my pilot in an emergency situation." Glynda paused. 

"You're sure he'll be alright?"

"Trust me." Osiris answered. "(Y/N) will be fully healed within five minuets. I will take him back to the hangar." With that, the titan turned and began its walk back to its 'home'. 

     Mercury smirked at his victory, even though it was unofficial. Looking down, he spotted a small vile filled with green liquid. Now what are you? He thought. Picking it up, he turned it in his hands before coming across the acronym: S.T.I.M. Smiling somewhat evilly, he tucked the object into one of his pockets before walking back up to emerald. Unfortunately for him, he immediately fell back down the stairs to the arena after feeling the immense pain in just about . . . everywhere. Yeah, he wouldn't be fighting for a while either.