- Location
- Somewhere and Nowhere in a state of super-position
It's being made out of space-time itself if anything.
Winning with Science and Firepower (RWBY SI)
- Thread starter Pastah_Farian
- Start date
Chapter 25
- Location
- Cebu City, Philippines
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Winter's thoughts were in a flurry.
How long had it been since she had last seen Alex? Eight? Five? Whatever it was, it had been too long since they had last seen each other. Technically, they still saw each other but there was only so much that could be seen via scroll calls and messages.
It only reminded her how much she had missed seeing while rising through the ranks of the Atlesian military. She hadn't seen Alex grow. She hadn't seen Weiss grow either.
The shuddering of her craft brought her out her thoughts.
"Aircraft Landed." drawled the monotone voice of her personal craft's computer. She stood from her seat and retreated into the craft's rear where the exit was.
"You will be the Heir's bodyguard for the time being. We'll call you when we need you. While this is also a chance for you to rest, do not forget that you are protecting a HVI. Do not fail your duty. Do not fail Atlas." Ironwood commanded.
"Yes sir!" she saluted.
There was hiss as the doors of her craft opened followed by a low whir as a ramp extended down towards the snow-covered landing pad. She took a deep breath before walking down the ramp.
She took note of two figures that awaited her.
The first figure was male while the other was female.
The female was a badly disguised faunus dressed in a maid uniform. The male on the other hand...
"Welcome to the Manor, Miss Schnee." the first figure greeted her, a warm smile on his lips. Winter's eyes scanned the man.
He was tall, a respectable 6'2. His hair was combed neatly and his face bore no blemishes nor pimples. Speaking about his face, he was eerily familiar though Winter could not properly place who he was. He had sharp features and ice-blue eyes. It dawned on her that he could easily disguise himself as a Schnee and no one would bat an eye.
He wore a silver double-breasted suit over a silver waistcoat and a white dress shirt. Around his neck was a luxurious red scarf and if her eyes did not deceive her, the scarf had the Schnee Snowflake sewn onto it as well. That caught her interest. She didn't know that SDC had started a clothing line.
Well, ever since she had given up her position as heiress in favor for a military career, she hadn't been that involved anyway.
"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, sir." greeted Winter. "But would you kindly inform Mr.Friedlich that I have arrived?"
It felt strange addressing Alex as 'Mr. Friedlich'. He was younger than her after all and the boy was insistent that he be referred to as Alexander or Alex but she was meeting a servant. Such casual words could only be spoken amongst friends behind closed doors.
"I see." smiled the butler. "Which Mr Friedlich, the younger one or the older one?"
Winter stared at him. How impudent!
"The younger one." she replied.
The man's smile grew larger. "Well. Here he is!"
Winter's eyes narrowed. What sort of butler was this m-
She scrutinized him further. Ice-blue eyes. Check. Familiar face, check. Familiar voice. Check. Was this...
"Alex?" she whispered. When the man nodded, warmth flooded Winter as she moved forward and brought the younger man in a hug.
If she were younger, she would have made an emotional display. But she was no longer young nor was she going to do such a thing. She was a woman of class and such vulgar displays was best left for the young.
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Weiss was in the midst of practicing her swordplay when she suddenly felt attacked. She also felt as if that her friend was in danger of being swallowed by a woman of higher bearing and talent than her.
She considered calling him right then and there but decided to forget about it, thinking that it was just a mere fluke.
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"So, Winter." I drawled. "How long are you going to be my bodyguard exactly?"
When I had broken free of Winter's warm and rather strong hands, I invited her inside for some tea and biscuits.
The ridiculously attractive woman in front of me smirked. "What's the matter, Alex? You sound displeased that I am here. Last I recalled, you were the one that kept on coming to me when you were younger."
If there was one thing that Winter liked to do, it was to be a infuriatingly affectionate tease. Back when we were younger, she had a lot of fun poking fun at Weiss and me. I should also not mention the fact that my hormonal body was getting a tad bit excited with Winter around.
With her generous tracts of land, hourglass figure, and a voice that could melt butter, who wouldn't be? To make it worse, she had noticed that I had noticed and was doing small and subtle ways of screwing with me.
There was only one probable course left for me and it was to ignore it as much as humanely possible.
"It is nice to see that you are still the same mature lady, Winter." I deadpanned. Winter tittered at me.
"Were you not briefed by your father?"
"No. He just told me yesterday that I was going to get an Atlesian Specialist as a bodyguard." I replied neutrally. I then added. "I did not expect it to be you."
A hurt expression came upon her face. "Why? Am I not good enough for you?" she whimpered.
"Don't be so dramatic. You and I both know that you could wipe the floor to whichever unfortunate soul crosses your path." I stressed. We were momentarily interrupted as Blake appeared, a tray in her hands. She dutifully offered Winter and I slices of cake that I had baked two days ago.
"My, you seem to have well-trained subordinates, Alex." complimented Winter as she took a plate from Blake. The cat girl smiled charmingly at the praise.
"Of course. My subordinates are excellent in their jobs." I said with a smile
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Blake's mind was panicking, hard.
There was a Specialist inside Alex's house. Not only that, said Specialist was going to be his bodyguard for a undetermined amount of time. To make it even more worse, that Specialist was Winter Schnee, the infamous Ice Queen.
In the Red Fang, to meet the Ice Queen was to risk certain death. No comrade met her and lived to tell the tale.
But she was no longer in the Red Fang. She was now in the service of Alexander Friedlich, her friend and Lord. She was not going to disgrace him by letting her fear take control of her. She was a bloody kunoichi, an infiltrator and spy.
She would be damned if she would fail her Lord again.
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I shivered slightly, feeling something strange emanating from Blake. The catgirl had finished distributing the sweets and had turned to leave.
"Is something wrong?" Winter asked, noticing my disturbed look. I shook my head as I returned my attention towards my plate.
"No. I just felt as if I was being made an object of affection or something." I assured her. I scanned her and smirked. "Now enough about me. I see that you are wearing the pearl earrings that I have bought for you. They suit you, Winter."
My comment seemingly caught the eldest Schnee off guard. Indeed, she wore the pair that I had handpicked her.
"W-Well. They are beautiful pearls." she confessed.
"Like you?" I said teasingly. Her pale skin easily betrayed the tinge of pink that appeared on her cheeks. Tease me once, shame on me. Tease me twice, shame on you.
"A-anyway!" she coughed. "What have you done that has warranted the protection of a Specialist like me?"
I grinned. "Asides from being a charming and handsome man..." she snorted at that, hurting my masculinity a little bit. "....my team and I have pioneered forays into space."
When I had mentioned that, a mix of emotions flashed in Winter's eyes. If I hadn't known her for years, I would have missed it. It was difficult to spot but if you did, you'd know that you had gotten her attention.
And so, I started to talk.
I told her of Geppetto's 'idea' to send a satellite into Remnant's orbit and of how we had spent years working on a design. I told her of our struggles to get a functional design and of keeping the entire project a secret from the company's bookkeeper and finally, of our success, of Heimdall responding, and of the eight different satellites currently orbiting Remnant.
When I had finished, she began to interrogate me.
"Why have you not made this news public!?" she all but demanded. "This story needs to be told!"
On one thing, the effect of this news would be like drinking iced tea on a hot day. It would definitely get people to look on the bright side of life again and Friedlich AG would ride a huge wave of support. On the other hand, if fuckos like Watts or Cinder would hear about this, they would do their best to sabotage or mold it for their benefit.
The last thing that Remnant needed was for a satellite network to be controlled by those psychopaths.
"We did not make this public because this is still new technology." I reasoned. "My father wants the company to have the time to understand what we are doing. Think on what would happen if we say, launched a satellite but for some reason, it failed and crashed spectacularly. The entire company would look bad."
Winter nodded at my explanation. "Well. I suppose it would make sense for your company to understand what it was doing before doing such publicity stunts. I applaud you for your critical thinking, Alex."
For some reason, I felt my stomach turn when Winter complimented me. I allowed myself a small smile. "Well. It was not all me. Geppetto and his team are geniuses in their fields. I don't know what I'd do without them."
The Specialist perked up at that. "How is Dr. Polendina by the way?"
"He has been doing well. He's been given a some time off from father for a job well done." I said as I took in a spoonful of cake. As I began to munch, a thoughtful expression came upon Winter's face.
I gulped down my cake. "Something on your mind?"
The white-haired woman shook her head. "Oh. I just had a strange thought."
"And that is?" I asked, curios. She smiled.
"It's just strange to think that years ago, you were barely my height. Now, you are designing satellites and eating cakes with me." She faced me. "Time flies fast doesn't it? It makes you feel old."
I scoffed. "You? Old? Winter, you look like the same young woman that I spent hours talking with. You don't look old. You are still beautiful."
An exasperated cry escaped Winter's lips.
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A/N: I think we've had enough of this lovey-dovey crap. It's time to take control of the wheel and ram it all up to eleven.
Winter's thoughts were in a flurry.
How long had it been since she had last seen Alex? Eight? Five? Whatever it was, it had been too long since they had last seen each other. Technically, they still saw each other but there was only so much that could be seen via scroll calls and messages.
It only reminded her how much she had missed seeing while rising through the ranks of the Atlesian military. She hadn't seen Alex grow. She hadn't seen Weiss grow either.
The shuddering of her craft brought her out her thoughts.
"Aircraft Landed." drawled the monotone voice of her personal craft's computer. She stood from her seat and retreated into the craft's rear where the exit was.
"You will be the Heir's bodyguard for the time being. We'll call you when we need you. While this is also a chance for you to rest, do not forget that you are protecting a HVI. Do not fail your duty. Do not fail Atlas." Ironwood commanded.
"Yes sir!" she saluted.
There was hiss as the doors of her craft opened followed by a low whir as a ramp extended down towards the snow-covered landing pad. She took a deep breath before walking down the ramp.
She took note of two figures that awaited her.
The first figure was male while the other was female.
The female was a badly disguised faunus dressed in a maid uniform. The male on the other hand...
"Welcome to the Manor, Miss Schnee." the first figure greeted her, a warm smile on his lips. Winter's eyes scanned the man.
He was tall, a respectable 6'2. His hair was combed neatly and his face bore no blemishes nor pimples. Speaking about his face, he was eerily familiar though Winter could not properly place who he was. He had sharp features and ice-blue eyes. It dawned on her that he could easily disguise himself as a Schnee and no one would bat an eye.
He wore a silver double-breasted suit over a silver waistcoat and a white dress shirt. Around his neck was a luxurious red scarf and if her eyes did not deceive her, the scarf had the Schnee Snowflake sewn onto it as well. That caught her interest. She didn't know that SDC had started a clothing line.
Well, ever since she had given up her position as heiress in favor for a military career, she hadn't been that involved anyway.
"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, sir." greeted Winter. "But would you kindly inform Mr.Friedlich that I have arrived?"
It felt strange addressing Alex as 'Mr. Friedlich'. He was younger than her after all and the boy was insistent that he be referred to as Alexander or Alex but she was meeting a servant. Such casual words could only be spoken amongst friends behind closed doors.
"I see." smiled the butler. "Which Mr Friedlich, the younger one or the older one?"
Winter stared at him. How impudent!
"The younger one." she replied.
The man's smile grew larger. "Well. Here he is!"
Winter's eyes narrowed. What sort of butler was this m-
She scrutinized him further. Ice-blue eyes. Check. Familiar face, check. Familiar voice. Check. Was this...
"Alex?" she whispered. When the man nodded, warmth flooded Winter as she moved forward and brought the younger man in a hug.
If she were younger, she would have made an emotional display. But she was no longer young nor was she going to do such a thing. She was a woman of class and such vulgar displays was best left for the young.
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Weiss was in the midst of practicing her swordplay when she suddenly felt attacked. She also felt as if that her friend was in danger of being swallowed by a woman of higher bearing and talent than her.
She considered calling him right then and there but decided to forget about it, thinking that it was just a mere fluke.
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"So, Winter." I drawled. "How long are you going to be my bodyguard exactly?"
When I had broken free of Winter's warm and rather strong hands, I invited her inside for some tea and biscuits.
The ridiculously attractive woman in front of me smirked. "What's the matter, Alex? You sound displeased that I am here. Last I recalled, you were the one that kept on coming to me when you were younger."
If there was one thing that Winter liked to do, it was to be a infuriatingly affectionate tease. Back when we were younger, she had a lot of fun poking fun at Weiss and me. I should also not mention the fact that my hormonal body was getting a tad bit excited with Winter around.
With her generous tracts of land, hourglass figure, and a voice that could melt butter, who wouldn't be? To make it worse, she had noticed that I had noticed and was doing small and subtle ways of screwing with me.
There was only one probable course left for me and it was to ignore it as much as humanely possible.
"It is nice to see that you are still the same mature lady, Winter." I deadpanned. Winter tittered at me.
"Were you not briefed by your father?"
"No. He just told me yesterday that I was going to get an Atlesian Specialist as a bodyguard." I replied neutrally. I then added. "I did not expect it to be you."
A hurt expression came upon her face. "Why? Am I not good enough for you?" she whimpered.
"Don't be so dramatic. You and I both know that you could wipe the floor to whichever unfortunate soul crosses your path." I stressed. We were momentarily interrupted as Blake appeared, a tray in her hands. She dutifully offered Winter and I slices of cake that I had baked two days ago.
"My, you seem to have well-trained subordinates, Alex." complimented Winter as she took a plate from Blake. The cat girl smiled charmingly at the praise.
"Of course. My subordinates are excellent in their jobs." I said with a smile
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Blake's mind was panicking, hard.
There was a Specialist inside Alex's house. Not only that, said Specialist was going to be his bodyguard for a undetermined amount of time. To make it even more worse, that Specialist was Winter Schnee, the infamous Ice Queen.
In the Red Fang, to meet the Ice Queen was to risk certain death. No comrade met her and lived to tell the tale.
But she was no longer in the Red Fang. She was now in the service of Alexander Friedlich, her friend and Lord. She was not going to disgrace him by letting her fear take control of her. She was a bloody kunoichi, an infiltrator and spy.
She would be damned if she would fail her Lord again.
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I shivered slightly, feeling something strange emanating from Blake. The catgirl had finished distributing the sweets and had turned to leave.
"Is something wrong?" Winter asked, noticing my disturbed look. I shook my head as I returned my attention towards my plate.
"No. I just felt as if I was being made an object of affection or something." I assured her. I scanned her and smirked. "Now enough about me. I see that you are wearing the pearl earrings that I have bought for you. They suit you, Winter."
My comment seemingly caught the eldest Schnee off guard. Indeed, she wore the pair that I had handpicked her.
"W-Well. They are beautiful pearls." she confessed.
"Like you?" I said teasingly. Her pale skin easily betrayed the tinge of pink that appeared on her cheeks. Tease me once, shame on me. Tease me twice, shame on you.
"A-anyway!" she coughed. "What have you done that has warranted the protection of a Specialist like me?"
I grinned. "Asides from being a charming and handsome man..." she snorted at that, hurting my masculinity a little bit. "....my team and I have pioneered forays into space."
When I had mentioned that, a mix of emotions flashed in Winter's eyes. If I hadn't known her for years, I would have missed it. It was difficult to spot but if you did, you'd know that you had gotten her attention.
And so, I started to talk.
I told her of Geppetto's 'idea' to send a satellite into Remnant's orbit and of how we had spent years working on a design. I told her of our struggles to get a functional design and of keeping the entire project a secret from the company's bookkeeper and finally, of our success, of Heimdall responding, and of the eight different satellites currently orbiting Remnant.
When I had finished, she began to interrogate me.
"Why have you not made this news public!?" she all but demanded. "This story needs to be told!"
On one thing, the effect of this news would be like drinking iced tea on a hot day. It would definitely get people to look on the bright side of life again and Friedlich AG would ride a huge wave of support. On the other hand, if fuckos like Watts or Cinder would hear about this, they would do their best to sabotage or mold it for their benefit.
The last thing that Remnant needed was for a satellite network to be controlled by those psychopaths.
"We did not make this public because this is still new technology." I reasoned. "My father wants the company to have the time to understand what we are doing. Think on what would happen if we say, launched a satellite but for some reason, it failed and crashed spectacularly. The entire company would look bad."
Winter nodded at my explanation. "Well. I suppose it would make sense for your company to understand what it was doing before doing such publicity stunts. I applaud you for your critical thinking, Alex."
For some reason, I felt my stomach turn when Winter complimented me. I allowed myself a small smile. "Well. It was not all me. Geppetto and his team are geniuses in their fields. I don't know what I'd do without them."
The Specialist perked up at that. "How is Dr. Polendina by the way?"
"He has been doing well. He's been given a some time off from father for a job well done." I said as I took in a spoonful of cake. As I began to munch, a thoughtful expression came upon Winter's face.
I gulped down my cake. "Something on your mind?"
The white-haired woman shook her head. "Oh. I just had a strange thought."
"And that is?" I asked, curios. She smiled.
"It's just strange to think that years ago, you were barely my height. Now, you are designing satellites and eating cakes with me." She faced me. "Time flies fast doesn't it? It makes you feel old."
I scoffed. "You? Old? Winter, you look like the same young woman that I spent hours talking with. You don't look old. You are still beautiful."
An exasperated cry escaped Winter's lips.
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A/N: I think we've had enough of this lovey-dovey crap. It's time to take control of the wheel and ram it all up to eleven.
- Location
- Georgia
cool stuf
- Location
- East of Eden
@Pastah_Farian, must I say, and reference on Tychus Findlay when I say, "Well, it's about damn time"? Also, I'm super happy to see that no matter how mature Winter thinks she is, Alex can still melt her icy, though not really, heart.
Also, first like!
Also, first like!
Now send some people to the moon!
- Location
- The Void
Nope. I prefer the Fluff. Moar Fluff!
- Location
- Planet Earth
Only Fluff shall persevere time to be remembered.
- Location
- West Virginia
Sooooo since no one has seemed to ask the question I will, what are communists (red fang) doing on remnant? And why is alex not more worried about them? While as an organization the might not be as dangerous as say salem, but the ideology of communism has ruined every country that has become a communist nation. I would think he would be more worried.
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Warlord01
Who said anything about plan?!
- Location
- Terra - Europa - Land of milk and honey.
It want the ideology as much as the people who implemented it and the way they did it.
Idea itself is as dangerous as the extremists behind it and Alex is more or less safe from them.
Fragnostic
Cheshire
- Location
- Neko City
Preferably Salem and her entourage. Hey, Salem, do you like bananas?
Also now it's perfectly clear. When you say science you mean compliments, when you mean firepower, you mean gifts. And what you are winning is a harem!
- Location
- Lost to the Depths of the Deep Web
Considering that human nature will never allow communism to work at any level without massive amounts of corruption and mass death, it is a ideology for the truly stupid to ever consider...
- Location
- East of Sun, West of Moon
Of course, the same can be said of completely unregulated free-market capitalism. There's a reason every modern nation imposes rules and regulations on their corporations, after all.
So, as always, the best choice is the middle path; using anti-trust laws to break up monopolies, scaling taxes to smooth out inequality, and a social security net to ensure a certain standard of living for every citizen.
Chapter 26
- Location
- Cebu City, Philippines
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The Red Fang was both a blessing and a cruse.
They were a curse because they were indiscriminate in their attacks and had also raided Friedlich AG warehouses for goodies.
They were a blessing because they increased company sales thanks to their enthusiastic campaigning. With their operations on the rise, it has forced governments to purchase more arms to counter them.
Our biggest customer in this regard was Vale
Vale had no army to speak of so its primary defense against the Red Fang was its police department. During the early days of the Red Fang insurgency, Vale PD was woefully unequipped and unprepared to counter their attacks. I mean, it was sort to be expected. They were cops and they were supposed to deal with small time criminals and their ilk, not an underground anarcho-communist terrorist group. There was no question why Vale had the highest amount of upper class casualties during the first few months of the Red Fang's insurgency.
Gee, I wonder how things would have went for them if they had an army whose primary purpose is to defend the state. Thank you so much Ozzie!
Speaking of the Headmaster, he had been pressured by the Council of Vale to send more Hunters to help defend the city. To make his situation even more shittier, he has been bombarded with requests for Hunter support from villages outside Vale.
I used to think that being a Headmaster of a organization of super heroes was kick ass job.
I don't want that job anymore.
Anyway, with Ozpin juggling his hunters from terrorist hunts to Gimm hunts, there was one clear option left for Vale to defend itself and that was to buy weapons. Luckily for them, daddy dearest went ahead and offered them discounts.
As Atlas was an ally, the Council of Atlas had offered to send a Naval Battle-group to help defend the city. Everyone had all expected Vale to accept the offer. Atlas was after all a mighty ally and had the best military in the world.
To everyone's surprise, they refused it.
"Why would they refuse Atlas's offer?" questioned Blake as she laid down a set of papers on my desk. "Wouldn't a fleet deter any Red Fang attacks?"
I glanced up at her and offered a smile. "They refused our offer of security because of politics, Belle."
Blake blinked at me.
A new voice then joined in. "If the Council of Vale had accepted the offer of security, it would make them look like they were incapable of defending their own citizens. It is important for the Council of Vale to look strong in this time of crisis. Having an army of foreigners inside their walls does not exactly inspire confidence."
I swiveled my chair towards the source of the voice. "An apt explanation, Winter." I complimented
Winter smiled briefly in her own desk. Said desk had books and papers that were neatly organized.
As I wasn't the type to go around traveling, it wasn't really expected for Winter to see much action. And so, we spent most of our days either inside my own office that daddy dearest had furnished for me inside our house, going to Friedlich AG testing sites to see how the company's prototypes were going along, and meeting up with the RnD research team for further discussions.
It was all boring work and not that exciting. So, I had mostly allowed Winter to do whatever she wanted to do.
Today, we were inside my office. I had daddy dearest add in two extra desks for Blake and Winter for them to have their own places to work and sit on. I was not going to have the two of them stand around while I worked.
"I don't understand it." said Blake, her tone clearly confused. "The Council of Vale would risk the lives of people for politics?"
"If they want to keep their Council Seats and keep the population happy then the Council of Vale would happily risk anything." I drawled, my tone note entirely sympathetic. While the Councils weren't purely democratic, enough public pressure could 'convince' Councilors to give up their seats. My eyes scanned my catgirl secretary and I noted the frown that adorned her lips.
"What's the matter, Belle? You look downcast." I observed. Her bow drooped a slight inch.
"I didn't realize that the councils were this..."
"Selfish? Cowardly?" I chimed. Blake's eyes widened briefly at the words I had used before she nodded. We turned to hear Winter sighing.
"Unfortunately, Alexander is correct." murmured Winter. "Almost all Council decisions aren't made because they are right. They are made because they are popular."
"So this is Council policy now? To make popular decisions instead of the right ones?" growled Blake, her bow twitching.
"Welcome to the Government." I said simply, my shoulders shrugging as I signed the papers Blake gave me.
It is an unfortunate truth to discover but a necessary one for Remnant. If the Councils refuse popular demand, they risk generating negativity and the Grimm are drawn to negativity the same way kids are drawn to Cinnamon Toast Crunch.
"No wonder the Red Fang has so much support..." Blake murmured. From her desk, Winter twitched.
"Alright. That's enough politics at the dinner table." I said firmly. "We need to focus more on the upcoming Vytal Business Summit coming next week." At that, the two turned their attention towards me.
"Winter. What is the SDC going to exhibit?" I asked, my swivel chair turning towards her. Winter crossed her arms, a smirk on her face.
"Oh Alex. Surprises are called surprises for a reason. And besides, why must I reveal to you what mother has planned? Do you wish to one up her?"
"Why did I even bother to ask?" I grumbled, eliciting a light laugh from the white-haired woman.
If there was the Vytal Festival then there was also the Vytal Business Summit, an international business forum where the bigwigs of enterprise from the four Kingdoms come together to show off their latest products and generally have a swell time flaunting their wealth. It was also an opportunity for international big business to talk to one another and discuss issues. There was no doubt that the Red Fang was going to be tossed into the talks. While not as glamorous as the Vytal Festival, it was nevertheless grand enough to attract crowds.
In layman's terms, it was a World's Fair on steroids.
"The event's security will be tight so I don't need you both to hover around me all the time" I said neutrally. "Take the moment to enjoy yourselves there."
The two women frowned.
"Unless you both want to end up on tomorrow's cover of Gossip Weekly, it would be for the benefit of all of us." I calmly explained.
They glared at me.
"Alex. I was assigned to protect you. I can't do that if we are separated." argued Winter. Blake nodded, Winter already having taken the words out of her mouth.
"Alright fine." I relented. "Don't blame me if you are hounded by the paparazzi."
Anyway, the Summit was a chance for the different companies there to show off the next generation of CEO's. Willow was going to be parading Weiss around as heiress, Winter having dropped her claim as Heiress years ago (Weiss had plenty of things to say about that).
Speaking about Weiss...
"You do know Weiss is going to be there to represent the SDC right?" I pointed out. Winter went still in her seat. "How are you going to deal with that?"
I had no clue on how their relationship was going right now. I had badgered the two to try and reconcile. If things had progressed, they didn't tell me.
"That will be my problem." she whispered, her eyes turning from mine. I could feel the confusion emanating from Blake. I hadn't told her what was going on, out of respect of Winter and Weiss's privacy.
Oh well. The only thing I could do was to advise them. If they were going to deal with their problems, they had to do it themselves. It wasn't my position to interfere.
"Very well." I coughed as I grabbed another stack of papers to read. "The placement of the..."
As I was the heir of Friedlich AG, I was going to go to the event to represent the company and show off our latest knickknacks. There was a stereotype that the company would always exhibit weapons or something else that could be used as one.
Unfortunately, the company hasn't done much to stop that stereotype considering what were going to show off. I think our reputations as gun nuts and weapon-freaks were going to worsen.
At least I had managed to convince daddy dearest and the board to join in the food concessionaires. Friedlich Foods™ was going to be a hit and I knew it.
All I had to do was to ensure that nothing untoward would happen and everyone would go home happy.
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"Ruby. No."
A cry of indignation escaped from a young girls lips. "But Daaad! You promised! You said that if I got good grades, I could visit the Vytal Expo with Yang and Uncle Qrow next week!"
Tai Yang smiled sweetly at his youngest daughter. "I did promise you that but Qrow's not here yet. I'm not going to let you and Yang go around Vale without anyone to watch over you."
With the Red Fang going around causing trouble, Tai Yang had been paranoid to the bone about the safety of his daughters. One could never be too sure about those red totting maniacs.
The blonde man let out an 'oof!' as he felt a strong hand slap his back.
"Don't worry dad! I'll take care of Ruby." cheered Yang, a confident smile on her face.
"Yang. The last time I let you watch over your sister, you left her alone and burnt down a club." frowned Tai Yang.
"That was one time!" protested Yang. "And besides, the guys there asked for it!"
The blonde man harrumphed. "Even if you could watch over Ruby, I am still not letting the two of you leave. Why do you two even want to go there anyway?"
"Weapons!" yelled Ruby, stars in her eyes. Tai Yang sighed. Of course it had to be weapons.
"And you Yang?"
The blonde girl coughed. "I may or may not want to see new upgrades for Bumblebee."
Tai Yang grumbled.
"Still! The two of you are not going. Qrow hasn't shown up for one we-"
The door of their house creaked open as a familiar figure strode inside.
"Who wants to go to Vale!?" Qrow Branwen loudly announced.
"Uncle Qrow!" excitedly yelled his girls as they rushed to give the man a hug.
Tai Yang face palmed.
"Damn it Qrow!"
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A/N: A couple more updates then we'll go on the main show. When I wrote this, I honestly thought that the first few parts were just going to be a couple updates then firepower bonanza. Oh well, my bad.
As a purely hypothetical question, do you think Alex should be in a ship or should he stay a single beaver? If yes, who should he be shipped with and why?
The Red Fang was both a blessing and a cruse.
They were a curse because they were indiscriminate in their attacks and had also raided Friedlich AG warehouses for goodies.
They were a blessing because they increased company sales thanks to their enthusiastic campaigning. With their operations on the rise, it has forced governments to purchase more arms to counter them.
Our biggest customer in this regard was Vale
Vale had no army to speak of so its primary defense against the Red Fang was its police department. During the early days of the Red Fang insurgency, Vale PD was woefully unequipped and unprepared to counter their attacks. I mean, it was sort to be expected. They were cops and they were supposed to deal with small time criminals and their ilk, not an underground anarcho-communist terrorist group. There was no question why Vale had the highest amount of upper class casualties during the first few months of the Red Fang's insurgency.
Gee, I wonder how things would have went for them if they had an army whose primary purpose is to defend the state. Thank you so much Ozzie!
Speaking of the Headmaster, he had been pressured by the Council of Vale to send more Hunters to help defend the city. To make his situation even more shittier, he has been bombarded with requests for Hunter support from villages outside Vale.
I used to think that being a Headmaster of a organization of super heroes was kick ass job.
I don't want that job anymore.
Anyway, with Ozpin juggling his hunters from terrorist hunts to Gimm hunts, there was one clear option left for Vale to defend itself and that was to buy weapons. Luckily for them, daddy dearest went ahead and offered them discounts.
As Atlas was an ally, the Council of Atlas had offered to send a Naval Battle-group to help defend the city. Everyone had all expected Vale to accept the offer. Atlas was after all a mighty ally and had the best military in the world.
To everyone's surprise, they refused it.
"Why would they refuse Atlas's offer?" questioned Blake as she laid down a set of papers on my desk. "Wouldn't a fleet deter any Red Fang attacks?"
I glanced up at her and offered a smile. "They refused our offer of security because of politics, Belle."
Blake blinked at me.
A new voice then joined in. "If the Council of Vale had accepted the offer of security, it would make them look like they were incapable of defending their own citizens. It is important for the Council of Vale to look strong in this time of crisis. Having an army of foreigners inside their walls does not exactly inspire confidence."
I swiveled my chair towards the source of the voice. "An apt explanation, Winter." I complimented
Winter smiled briefly in her own desk. Said desk had books and papers that were neatly organized.
As I wasn't the type to go around traveling, it wasn't really expected for Winter to see much action. And so, we spent most of our days either inside my own office that daddy dearest had furnished for me inside our house, going to Friedlich AG testing sites to see how the company's prototypes were going along, and meeting up with the RnD research team for further discussions.
It was all boring work and not that exciting. So, I had mostly allowed Winter to do whatever she wanted to do.
Today, we were inside my office. I had daddy dearest add in two extra desks for Blake and Winter for them to have their own places to work and sit on. I was not going to have the two of them stand around while I worked.
"I don't understand it." said Blake, her tone clearly confused. "The Council of Vale would risk the lives of people for politics?"
"If they want to keep their Council Seats and keep the population happy then the Council of Vale would happily risk anything." I drawled, my tone note entirely sympathetic. While the Councils weren't purely democratic, enough public pressure could 'convince' Councilors to give up their seats. My eyes scanned my catgirl secretary and I noted the frown that adorned her lips.
"What's the matter, Belle? You look downcast." I observed. Her bow drooped a slight inch.
"I didn't realize that the councils were this..."
"Selfish? Cowardly?" I chimed. Blake's eyes widened briefly at the words I had used before she nodded. We turned to hear Winter sighing.
"Unfortunately, Alexander is correct." murmured Winter. "Almost all Council decisions aren't made because they are right. They are made because they are popular."
"So this is Council policy now? To make popular decisions instead of the right ones?" growled Blake, her bow twitching.
"Welcome to the Government." I said simply, my shoulders shrugging as I signed the papers Blake gave me.
It is an unfortunate truth to discover but a necessary one for Remnant. If the Councils refuse popular demand, they risk generating negativity and the Grimm are drawn to negativity the same way kids are drawn to Cinnamon Toast Crunch.
"No wonder the Red Fang has so much support..." Blake murmured. From her desk, Winter twitched.
"Alright. That's enough politics at the dinner table." I said firmly. "We need to focus more on the upcoming Vytal Business Summit coming next week." At that, the two turned their attention towards me.
"Winter. What is the SDC going to exhibit?" I asked, my swivel chair turning towards her. Winter crossed her arms, a smirk on her face.
"Oh Alex. Surprises are called surprises for a reason. And besides, why must I reveal to you what mother has planned? Do you wish to one up her?"
"Why did I even bother to ask?" I grumbled, eliciting a light laugh from the white-haired woman.
If there was the Vytal Festival then there was also the Vytal Business Summit, an international business forum where the bigwigs of enterprise from the four Kingdoms come together to show off their latest products and generally have a swell time flaunting their wealth. It was also an opportunity for international big business to talk to one another and discuss issues. There was no doubt that the Red Fang was going to be tossed into the talks. While not as glamorous as the Vytal Festival, it was nevertheless grand enough to attract crowds.
In layman's terms, it was a World's Fair on steroids.
"The event's security will be tight so I don't need you both to hover around me all the time" I said neutrally. "Take the moment to enjoy yourselves there."
The two women frowned.
"Unless you both want to end up on tomorrow's cover of Gossip Weekly, it would be for the benefit of all of us." I calmly explained.
They glared at me.
"Alex. I was assigned to protect you. I can't do that if we are separated." argued Winter. Blake nodded, Winter already having taken the words out of her mouth.
"Alright fine." I relented. "Don't blame me if you are hounded by the paparazzi."
Anyway, the Summit was a chance for the different companies there to show off the next generation of CEO's. Willow was going to be parading Weiss around as heiress, Winter having dropped her claim as Heiress years ago (Weiss had plenty of things to say about that).
Speaking about Weiss...
"You do know Weiss is going to be there to represent the SDC right?" I pointed out. Winter went still in her seat. "How are you going to deal with that?"
I had no clue on how their relationship was going right now. I had badgered the two to try and reconcile. If things had progressed, they didn't tell me.
"That will be my problem." she whispered, her eyes turning from mine. I could feel the confusion emanating from Blake. I hadn't told her what was going on, out of respect of Winter and Weiss's privacy.
Oh well. The only thing I could do was to advise them. If they were going to deal with their problems, they had to do it themselves. It wasn't my position to interfere.
"Very well." I coughed as I grabbed another stack of papers to read. "The placement of the..."
As I was the heir of Friedlich AG, I was going to go to the event to represent the company and show off our latest knickknacks. There was a stereotype that the company would always exhibit weapons or something else that could be used as one.
Unfortunately, the company hasn't done much to stop that stereotype considering what were going to show off. I think our reputations as gun nuts and weapon-freaks were going to worsen.
At least I had managed to convince daddy dearest and the board to join in the food concessionaires. Friedlich Foods™ was going to be a hit and I knew it.
All I had to do was to ensure that nothing untoward would happen and everyone would go home happy.
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"Ruby. No."
A cry of indignation escaped from a young girls lips. "But Daaad! You promised! You said that if I got good grades, I could visit the Vytal Expo with Yang and Uncle Qrow next week!"
Tai Yang smiled sweetly at his youngest daughter. "I did promise you that but Qrow's not here yet. I'm not going to let you and Yang go around Vale without anyone to watch over you."
With the Red Fang going around causing trouble, Tai Yang had been paranoid to the bone about the safety of his daughters. One could never be too sure about those red totting maniacs.
The blonde man let out an 'oof!' as he felt a strong hand slap his back.
"Don't worry dad! I'll take care of Ruby." cheered Yang, a confident smile on her face.
"Yang. The last time I let you watch over your sister, you left her alone and burnt down a club." frowned Tai Yang.
"That was one time!" protested Yang. "And besides, the guys there asked for it!"
The blonde man harrumphed. "Even if you could watch over Ruby, I am still not letting the two of you leave. Why do you two even want to go there anyway?"
"Weapons!" yelled Ruby, stars in her eyes. Tai Yang sighed. Of course it had to be weapons.
"And you Yang?"
The blonde girl coughed. "I may or may not want to see new upgrades for Bumblebee."
Tai Yang grumbled.
"Still! The two of you are not going. Qrow hasn't shown up for one we-"
The door of their house creaked open as a familiar figure strode inside.
"Who wants to go to Vale!?" Qrow Branwen loudly announced.
"Uncle Qrow!" excitedly yelled his girls as they rushed to give the man a hug.
Tai Yang face palmed.
"Damn it Qrow!"
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A/N: A couple more updates then we'll go on the main show. When I wrote this, I honestly thought that the first few parts were just going to be a couple updates then firepower bonanza. Oh well, my bad.
As a purely hypothetical question, do you think Alex should be in a ship or should he stay a single beaver? If yes, who should he be shipped with and why?
There's nothing wrong with 2 beavers making a dam
I think you shouldn't make any particular ship the center of the story, but to allow the character to have whatever relationships, romantic or otherwise, make sense to you as the writer.
A romatic relationship of some sort would complicate his life in a way he can't easily uncomplicate it though, so that's something to consider.
Doesn't every RWBY story have Ruby inside? Single gun-nut right there!
Fragnostic
Cheshire
- Location
- Neko City
Alex should build ships. Both air and water ones.
But you've set up a harem story already.
I thought that's what you were planning, especially when you made Alex a bishounen.
But you've set up a harem story already.
I thought that's what you were planning, especially when you made Alex a bishounen.
- Location
- Philippines
Ship Alex with:
Ruby, Weiss, Blake and Winter.
Ruby, Weiss, Blake and Winter.
- Location
- Cebu City, Philippines
He's still a teen. Gains still have to be worked for to get em.
- Location
- Thailand
Actually it is a genetic of his father's side, Alex's father look like a bishounen despite the fact that the guy is over 40 by this point.
So, I think Alex won't grow out of this anytime soon.
*Shrugs* Honestly Blake and Winter's interest in him seems very superficial- or perhaps his interest in them? Winter by her own admission hadn't actually seen him in person in years and years prior to her mission. Blake saw him once years ago and then upon rescue and became a subordinate in a way that would actually make a relationship difficult.
In contrast, Weiss is the childhood friend/love interest. We can all guess who gave him the bright red SDC kerchief wrapped around his neck like a big 'back off bitches' sign.
In contrast, Weiss is the childhood friend/love interest. We can all guess who gave him the bright red SDC kerchief wrapped around his neck like a big 'back off bitches' sign.
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Fragnostic
Cheshire
- Location
- Neko City
What gains?
A rescue... from certain death. She's indebted indeed, but a relationship would negate any debts.
We also need to see what will happen with Ruby and/or Yang during the Vytal Summit.