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(M/N): Mothers name

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(H/C): Hair color

(E/C): Eye Color

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(R/N): Racing Name

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Thinking

Speaking over Scroll/Radio/sign/memories

Location, Time, Date, POV switch

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Y/N POV

It was a lazy afternoon at Beacon, the sun was still shining through the windows of the library. JNPR was over at a table, Pyrrha was studying, Jaune was reading a comic book, Nora was sleeping, and Ren was also studying. Team RWBY was playing World Conquerer 2 at their table. I was looking through a book about rocket propulsion and modifying my jetpack plan accordingly, Ravio was re-organizing the files on his scroll, Angelo seemed to be planning something, and Carroll was nowhere to be found. It was peaceful for a little while until Carroll came running in excited.

"Hey fellas, listen!" He yelled to us.

"What is it?" Ravio asks without looking up.

"General Ironwood, he's here!" Carroll replies pulling up a picture of him from his scroll.

We all crowd around him and see that indeed that damned general was here.

"You know what this means right?" Carroll says putting away his scroll.

"I'll go get the paints!" Ravio yells gleefully.

"I'll check out security." I reply.

"I guess I'll provide air coverage." Angelo adds

"Alright, operation albatross is a go!" Carroll yells excitedly.

He fist pumps the air and we all get ready, unbeknownst to us Weiss was listening in.

"What are you dunces up to this time?" Weiss asks.

"We're going off to vandalize Ironwood's stuff, you wanna come?" I ask.

"Are you trying to get yourself killed?" She asks.

"Possibly." I reply.

"You four seem to have this seething hatred for Atlas, what gives?" Weiss asks.

You don't know the half of it snowflake

All four of us turned around to face her.

"They bombed my home town of Jedha, there are still bombs there to this day." Ravio replied.

"Those robots burnt down our homestead which had stood for centuries." Carroll adds.

"They sieged Kansu for 3 years, we didn't even have soldiers," I add.

"I'm a Faunas," Angelo says.

"That's just the surface level stuff, so I'm sorry that we don't like the great Atlas so much snowflake." Carroll says.

Too baffled to reply, she just walks back to her table. I don't think she even knew about what Atlas had done to Mistral all those years ago, I don't blame her either, not something you'd want to teach the kiddies in school, we lived it though, we had to live in a place which had been torn apart at the seams by the war. Sure it was recovering, but some scars never heal.

*Timeskip brought to you by a timelapse of Y/N's surveillance*

It was later at night, and I was walking through the hallway. I had spent almost the entire last half of the day in one position, looking through my binoculars to locate a weakness or anything in the security. I did eventually, however we'd be going in hot anyway we did, no problem, our fathers and grandfathers had beaten those robots time and time again. Walking past RWBY's dorm I hear them talking about something.

"Okay, all in favor of becoming the youngest Huntresses to single-handedly taking down a corrupt organization conspiring against the Kingdom of Vale... say aye." I hear Ruby say.

"Yes! I love it when you're feisty!" Yang replies.

"Well, I suppose it could be fun." Weiss replies surprising me

"None of you said aye!" Ruby says disappointed.

After that I walk to the dorm, ready to take on the worst that Atlas had to throw at us.

*Timeskip brought to you by CNFR gearing up*

We were up on top of one of the hills, looking down at our target. A pristine shiny white Atlesian bullhead belonging to the 'good general' himself. Right by it were an army of AK-130s, those cheap and mass producible robots that were only good in numbers. I remember when Rex told me about his time fighting them in the civil war, they haven't evolved much if their slow movement was any indication.

"CNFR come in," I hear Carroll say.

"07 reporting." I reply

"62 reporting." I hear Angelo say

"40 reporting." I hear Ravio add.

"Alright Conifers, we got the details and the briefing, are your orders clear?" Carroll says.

"Yes 38." I reply.

"Crystal." Ravio adds

"Let's go!" Angelo says.

We move quietly through the night, taking great care not to make a single sound, soon we meet up at the east wall, and Carroll does a quick check to make sure everyone is here and then puts out his order.

"let's rearrange some architecture conifers." I hear him say as Angelo walks over and plants a breaching charge on the wall.

We all stand back and once we hear the explosion go off we quickly run in, only to be shot at by a legion of AK-130s.

"Take offensive formation." I hear Carroll say as we all form up around him.

The gunfire got worse as the clankers closed in on our position, however we still held strong.

"O'Seven, take up that position." Carroll says pointing to the back of a bunch of boxes.

I run over and do as he says, I lob a couple droid poppers at them and soon enough their army had turned into a bunch of squirming bits of scrap metal on the floor. Getting out of the cramped area we move out to the pad and see one of their new AK-200s, or as I called them, supers.

"concentrate all fire on that droid." I hear Carroll say.

We do as he says and concentrate all the fire we can, in the fighting Carroll was hit and fell to the ground, but he was still very much alive.

"Boss, hold onto your guts while I rip out theirs." I say to him over the comms.

After a little while longer we take out the super, damn those things could take a beating, but we were better. Kicking its corpse around was satisfying to say the least. Crushing its 'head' with the heel of my boot was even better, but we had a mission to complete. Picking Carroll up we search the rest of the place for survivors, there were none, and so Ravio laid down our holy grail, the reason why we were here.

*Timeskip to the next morning brought to you by a shift to Ironwood's POV*

Getting up, I put my work clothes on and get ready for another busy day. Walking out of my room I smell something peculiar, very peculiar.

Spray paint?

Walking outside and out to pad I see that there is a hole in the east wall, and the army of AK-130s I had posted out here were all destroyed. Even the AK-200 I was going to show off was trashed, it's head crushed into a mess of wires and metal, but to say that was the strangest thing would be that my bullhead now was a piece of 'art'. On the side I could see text saying "Atlas sucks", "Go on home Atlas soldiers!", "Remember Jedha", "Call 339-845-3482 for a good time", "The samurai send their regards". Those were just some of the random anti-Atlas things written on the bullhead. I was about to call a state of emergency, as this could be a terrorist plot, however I see in the front cockpit one more thing, a note, picking it up I read what is says.

"Hey there Ironwood, I heard you were in town, and because we're such big fans of your work, you know destroying innocent people's lives, all that jazz, we decided to give you a gift. A piece of art, you've probably already seen it, it's one of a kind, and you can't misplace it, because it's on your bullhead! I hope you enjoy it as much as we enjoyed making if for you.

Sincerely, your admirers, team CNFR."

So it's just that team of backwater hicks from Mistral?

Looking at the note, I see it was all types on a computer and printed, which means we couldn't confirm whether it was actually CNFR or not. I also see on the back something printed there.

"P.S, the number on the side won't give you a good time, that's the number for the Vale department of agriculture."

Sighing I put the note in my jacket. Looking back up at the bullhead, and back to the corpses of all the robots, I should have been angry, no I should have been absolutely livid. But I was more impressed, these 4 kids broke through and successfully defeated an entire armies worth of my finest bots, and destroyed a prototype that prior was seen to be near indestructible, and all just to vandalize my bullhead. Pulling out my scroll I send a quick text to Ozpin.

"I admit, those kids could definitely win a war." I sent to him.