A/N: The era of cars you are in is set by your D/C (Dodge Viper 2016 means a 1996 Pontiac Catalina safari, and a 1956 Nash means a 1950 Pontiac Catalina safari )

Y/N POV

Me and the rest of CNFR were at this man named Jeremy's house bargaining over this Pontiac Catalina station wagon. 

"I'm sorry, the price can't go any lower than 14,000." Jeremy said as he pulled out a card reader.

"That's okay, It's in tip top shape, I'll pay 14k for it." Carroll said pulling out the bank card.

Swiping it, he gave us the keys and set us off on our merry way. We decided to hit the docks and see if anybody new was coming along for the Vytal tournament. Getting in the drivers seat I sped off, or at least as fast as you could get in a station wagon.

*Timeskip brought to you by Y/N drifting his turns like a madman*

Driving down the road we realized something, not many people frequenting the road in cars. I don't know why, but there were more people on the street than cars. We were calmly a driving through the town when realization hit me. 

"Hey guys, do you think we need groceries?" I ask.

"Yes, that's what I've been trying to tell you this entire time." Angelo screams.

I slam the breaks as the tires screech across the pavement.

"Well, you asked just in time." I say pointing to a market.

We all get out of the car and run into the market getting what we need. Running in we all rushed to get what we would all need, we didn't know why we were, but some sort of urgency overtook us. I picked up some more toothpaste, a block of cheese, and a tub of Neapolitan ice cream (the best kind). Carroll got us some bread, peanut butter, and fruit. Ravio got us chips, popcorn, and sodas. Angelo was the weirdest as he bought a rain poncho, club soda, and a sponge. We all regrouped at the front and we were checking out when something in the tills caught my eye.

"Hey, Carroll, look at this." I say grabbing it off the tills.

What it was, was a tiny me! the number 51 pasted on my glorious F/C D/C, complete with a tiny R/N in the vehicle. Looking at the side Carroll's eyes perk up as he sees the sticker.

"It's your rookie year, look there." He replies pointing to the emblem on the side.

I look at it and see a rather fierce looking white animal head on a blue background. I reminisce, and I remember how that got me in a lot of trouble. I put it on the checkout and we go along our merry way.

*Timeskip brought to you by Y/N picking out every inaccuracy on the toy*

We were driving down to the docks to check out if we could buy a boat to go fishing in sometime. Prize money from racing really does get us really far when you won as much as I did, and we easily had a ton left. Driving down the road we kept on swerving out of the way as people crowded the streets. In front of us we saw a mass of people, and so I took a right only to see flashes of black, white, yellow, red, and orange? Slamming the brakes I turn off the car and get ready to apologize to the people we nearly murdered.

"Oh oum, are any of you hurt?" I ask while coming out of the car.

"Y/N?" Ruby asks looking at me.

the rest of CNFR come out of the car and we see the rest of RWBY completely un phased that they nearly died a horrific death, instead arguing amongst themselves.

"Stop calling him a rapscallion! Stop calling him a degenerate! He's a person!" I hear Blake say to Weiss

"Oh, I'm sorry." Weiss replies while letting go of the orange hair girl. "Would you like me to stop referring to the trash can as a trash can? Or this lamppost as a lamppost?"

"Stop it." Blake replied furious.

The two argue back in forth, as I just look on alongside Yang and Ruby.

"So, uh, we got space, you need a ride back?" I ask.

"Yeah, our little excursion was ruined anyway." Yang answers.

We soon gathered the team together and arranged the people. Me the driver, Carroll , and Ravio in front Ruby, Yang, and Angelo in back, and Weiss and Blake in the trunk. I mostly did it this way because I thought it would be funny to have snowflake sit in the trunk, but I quickly had Blake move up and Angelo take her spot when the arguing became headache worthy. 

The arguing continued

and continued

and didn't stop even when we got back to Beacon.

Our dorms were not super far away, but not touching, and we could still hear them. Trying to push it out of our heads and ignore it, me and the rest of us tried to occupy ourselves with other things. I can't imagine JNPR is having a fun time either.

"So you think we can get it working in time?" I ask Carroll as he looks over my designs.

"Well, I'd add an antenna to your helmet if you don't mind, other than that we make it work, we just need the resources." Carroll replied looking at the jetpack. "These should be pretty easy, however they run on dust, and that's in scarcity round these parts." He adds looking to my mini rockets, whipcord launcher, and flamethrower. 

I was also looking at plans to lighten my armor, It wouldn't be much use during the Vytal tournament, or most engagements, however I took great caution not to deviate too far from traditional conventions, this armor carried a lot of significance, to me, to Rex, to everyone, and I would never disrespect it. However I was pulled out of my thoughts as I heard the door to RWBY's dorm slam open and somebody come running out of it.

"Hey, Carroll, I'm gonna be a while." I say to him.

He nods and goes back to whatever he was doing as I leave the dorm and follow Blake outside. She was fast, however the heavy armor didn't make things any easier. I guess she was so caught up in her own thoughts that she didn't hear the clanking of my feet across the rocks as she stopped at the statue and took her bow off.

"I knew you'd look better without the bow." I heard somebody say.

Folding out my rifle I look around, but only find a single monkey faunas. relaxed I start walking towards the 2, rifle over my shoulder.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?" Blake asked.

"I owe you an explanation, and it's long overdue." I reply.

*Timeskip brought to you by Chibi Y/N driving his car*

After 2 days me, Sun, and Blake go to a café. I can only imagine what the onlookers saw, a monkey faunas that looked like he belong on a beach more than here, a ninja cat faunas, and somebody wearing the armor of a warrior class that many presume are extinct all sitting down having a spot of tea at a local café.

"So, about that explanation I owe you." I say after taking a sip

"I've been waiting." Blake replies annoyed

"First things first, do they still call him Ghirardelli?" I ask with a smile.

"Wha- um, yeah, he hates it." She replies flustered.

"Good, now onto it." I say as Sun stares in confusion.