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The Ace Ops. An elite team of top Atlas operatives, bound together by duty and held together by impeccable leadership.
Most of the time.
Sure, bickering within their unit was inevitable, and so were the occasionall disagreements with the brass.
This, however, was all new.
Elm Ederne and Harriet Bree, two of the five-person team, had been given a special mission by General Ironwood himself. The mission, however, was not something the two were specialized in.
Breaking walls? Sure! Busting a gang op? No problem! Hunting down a wanted criminal? Exciting!
Seducing Councilman Arc to extract info…?
“What was he thinking?” Harriet asked herself, not for the first time.
“Probably that he was out of the normal options,” Elm commented. The two were walking down Vale’s streets side-by-side, on their scheduled meeting with the esteemed councilman. “Otherwise, he would probably not have suggested this.”
“Why the fuck us?! And not, I dunno, some prostitutes, maybe?!” Harriet yelled at her taller teammate. The hammer wielder shushed the energetic pugilist as best she could.
“We don’t have to sleep with him, you know.”
Harriet mumbled something to that, so Elm decided to ask. “Huh?”
“I don’t even have experience in seduction,” her colleague replied with a small pout, one that made Elm laugh.
“Cheer up! Kid looks like a cherry boy.” The big woman licked her lips. “You can leave him to me, if you want.”
“It’s called having taste.”
“For men younger than you.”
“Oh, shut up!” Elm laughed at Harriet. “As if you didn’t imagine a roll in the hay with him.”
She did, but Elm didn’t need to know.
What went wrong?
At first, all was going to plan. The two Ace Ops met the blonde young man - and Harriet had to admit that she was a bit smitten by his innocence.
The woman herself had been jaded by lost comrades, but seeing someone so full of hope and optimism was oddly contagious.
Then they asked some polite questions about policies. The trade war against the SDC was increasingly in favor of Vale, and Jacques was lobbying hard for sanctions against the kingdom, something the imperialist part of the council agreed to, standing at odds with the more liberal and conservative-minded members.
A rarity, to be sure, but one that prevented a massive escalation no one needed.
Then Elm made her move. She sat down right next to Jaune, slinging an arm around him and grinning down at the boy - the woman was 6′5, so she towered over most men. The kid became nervous and almost jumped away from her when she got a bit closer.
Harriet intervened, playfully shoving Elm away as she took his head in her arm, dragging him against her side, as she swayed to the other side of the sofa.
Then the plan went out the window.
A rifle cracked, and the bullet hit the place where Jaune’s head was, shocking him and putting Elm and Harriet into action mode.
That was where it went wrong.
Within minutes, they had apprehended the shooter. Crazy guy, convinced Jaune was planning the downfall of humanity, in league with a cabal of baby-eating faunus worshipping darkness itself.
That decided put Elm out of her mood. Harriet did her a favor by knocking him unconscious.
Unfortunately, Jaune was very shocked by his close brush with death. Shocked enough that he had to adjourn their meeting. Elm tried to cheer him up by playfully offering to cuddle him to sleep, but the guy was still too shocked to answer properly.
Ironwood was informed shortly after.
“Well?” The general seemed a little eager to find out if they slept wit the boy. Perhaps that was his angle; ensure a scandal?
“A bust for today,” Elm grumbled. “There was an assassination attempt by some conspiracy theorist. We thwarted it, but the councilman had to be brought away for a check-up and psych eval. Kid was really rattled.”
Ironwood furrowed his brow, the clearest sign of his contemplation of the info and subsequent planning. “I see. To ensure that will not happen again, you both will have to stay in Vale for a while. It will make for a better cover-up if-”
Harriet tuned her superior out, angry at having to continue this crap but also…happy. She didn’t want that ball of sunshine hurt; he wanted to keep him safe.
That was when a thought came her.
“Sir, if I may?”
The general regarded her. “Go ahead, Operative.”
“Do we know if the councilman has aura?”
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The AceOps’ leitmotif demonstrates the oft terrifying effectiveness of propaganda music. Conveyed through major key scoring and bombastic fanfare, the illusion of heroism is reinforced in juxtapose with the Happy Huntresses via tighter voicing, chromaticism, etc. In this essay I will
fiona: *sad sheep noises*
harriet: excuses me!? yo forgot something!
winter: hey wheres my kiss?
Harriet: Look I’m not.. good at this whole being open thing. Here in Atlas we’re taught our feelings don’t matter. Don’t get attached. The people by your side could be dead tomorrow. It’s easier to stay detached. For a long time I was able to practice that. It actually made it easier when things went wrong. It’s a lot easier to lose good men laying down their lives when you can see them as just cogs in a machine. Just slot someone else in and keep on going. But I can’t keep doing that anymore. I don’t think I ever fully agreed with doing it to start with. Yeah for awhile it was simpler to keep my distance and always thinking of how to outdo everyone made it way easier for me than the others. But now I’m just thinking of how many of those good soldiers were just buried and forgotten, no more thought given to them once they weren’t worth anything anymore. Clover was a good man… and all we got was ten minutes to process what happened then it was right back to the fight.
*Looks at Ruby*
Harriet: How do you keep caring after losing people? How do you keep on going after seeing the people you fought beside die before your eyes? You were right. You can’t fight beside someone for so long and not get closer, no matter how much you try to fight it. *Smiles at Ruby* Ok that’s enough being a sap. Really glad you can’t hear any of this or I would be due for some bigtime blackmail. Hurry up and beat this kid. We need someone to keep everyone on their toes around here.
The Ace Ops at the time
Harriet: You call this resisting arrest? We call this a dificulty tweak!
fiona: heheh you had cute hair!
harriet: aw you were so akward
robyn: aw i love cute school boys
winter: ah the famoua dress. i heard alot about thia
i dont think he could see her, but he could probably sense her. aura works like a spider sense
Harriet: Same tho! Those shits are fucking scary!
Elm: I would have to go with the nuckelavee. It’s incredibly powerful and nearly unstoppable.
Vine: …The spider grimm. From the manga. I just don’t like spiders, so adding one that can cast illusions just, *shudders* no thank you.
Marrow: *high pitch noises and hiding his face*
Elm: *patting his back* Oh dear. You seem to have broken him.
Harriet: They broke the boy!
Vine: I’ll report the broken boy to Monty.
Yang:*Breaks into Raven’s camp*
Weiss: YESSSS! We know eachother! She’s a friend from School!
Raven: I have to get out of this Kingdom.
Ren: Nora, stop! Just for once in your life: DON’T. SMASH.
Nora: Big monster!
Clover: The city is exploding, we’re fighting an army of Grimm, and I have a fishing rod. None of this makes sense.
Ironwood: *about Oscar* Gods Qrow, how old is this kid?
Qrow: I don’t know, I didn’t carbon date him. He’s on the young side.
Harriet: *after ambushing Blake* You didn’t see that coming?
Jacques: Listen to me! You are a Schnee! If you turn your back on me, you’ll be just like everybody else.
What’s so wrong with that?
Qrow: *about Raven* There was one time when we were children, she… she transformed herself into a bird, and she knows that I love birds. So I went to pick up the bird to admire it, and she transformed back into herself and she was like, “YEAH, IT’S ME!”, and she stabbed me. We were eight….at the time.
Ruby: The longer Salem’s in Remnant, the more powerful she grows. She’ll hunt us down. We need to stop her here and now.
Blake: So what do we do?
I’m not doing “Get Help”.
Marrow: his people are completely literal, metaphors are going to go right over his head.
Vine: Nothing gets over my head. My Extendable Arms Semblance is too fast, I would catch it.
Harriet: I’m going to die surrounded by the biggest idiots in Remnant.
Mercury: Whoa! Whoa. There must be some kind of peaceful resolution to this, fellas… or even a violent one where I’m standing over there.
Hear me, and rejoice. You are about to die at the hands of the Council of Salem. Be thankful, that your meaningless lives are now i…
Yang: I’m sorry! Atlas is closed today. You better pack it up and get outta here.
Ruby: I get the first crack at Cinder. I’m the one she’s waiting for.
Penny: *Walks by* That’s true. She does hate you the most.
Oscar: Ozpin. Oz, I know you like making your entrance at the last second,
well, this is it, man. This is the last *last* second. Oz! Oz! OZPIN!
Oh, screw you, you old secret-keeping asshole! I’ll do it myself!
Robyn: I recognize that the Atlesian Council has made a decision,
but given that it’s a stupid-ass decision, I’ve elected to ignore it.
fiona: *happily* BABY!
harriet: im gonna have start workinh off this baby fat
winter: just because i have a baby doesnt mean im not in charge.
robyn: i swear fit someone makes a pregnant joke. i swear