[RWBY] RWBY Shorts

[Balorak146]

LoL poor sod. He's never getting that Hoodie back

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Right?

My ex posted a pic a few weeks ago wearing the exact same hoodie that I let her 'borrow' almost ten years ago.

 

[LordofBones]

Crack idea: Weiss is tremendously sheltered, enough that she's been led to believe that the issues with the SDC have nothing to do with faunus and everything to do with 'the poors'. Why else would Blake's top be so ill-fitting that it doesn't cover up her stomach? She's so destitute that she has to wear hand-me-downs and recycle clothes from when she was 10!

Yang: *grinning* "You hear that, Blakey? You're one of the poors now."
Weiss: *happily* "You don't need to hide it, Blake! You may not be a penniless pauper like Yang, but I'm rich enough to support you both until you get jobs and become productive members of society!"

 

[AndrewJTalon]

What Kind of Person

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Yang had been digging for months. Years, really.

Old mission reports at Beacon, quiet questions asked in the wrong parts of Vale, snippets from a drunk Qrow. Every lead on Raven Branwen ended the same way: smoke, dead ends, and the same bitter taste in her mouth.

Jaune found out the way he always did—by blundering into it by accident when he asked what she was looking for in the archives of the library. Out of... She didn't know, exhaustion maybe? She told him.

He didn't say much after. He just sat with her in the archives, his own errand forgotten, and said, simply:

"My family knows how to find people who don't want to be found. If you want… I can ask."

Yang had been skeptical. The Arc name was respected, sure, but Raven was a phantom. Still, she nodded once.

She shouldn't have underestimated them.

Aunt Irene (the one with the quiet eyes and the even quieter reputation) and Uncle Brand (financial genius and bruiser) made a few calls, pulled a few old favors, and three days later the Branwen camp was surrounded before the sentries even finished their morning coffee. The rest of the Arc Clan—Nick with that easy smile that never reached his eyes when family was threatened, Isabel with her doctor's calm, even Nana Arturia standing like a queen who had once commanded battlefields with her husband Shirou, he of Unlimited Blade Works —took Raven without a single shot fired.

They brought her to Radian, and Yang and Jaune traveled there. They landed at the airship port, and made it to the Arc Farms.

They held her in the yard behind the farmhouse, not roughly, but firmly enough that the message was clear: she wasn't leaving until Yang said so.

Raven's red eyes burned when Yang finally stepped forward.

"... Mom?" She whispered.

"You wanted to see me," Raven deadpanned. "What do you want?"

Yang hesitated. She felt Jaune at her back. She sucked in a breath.

"... Why? Just... Why did you leave us?"

Raven snorted.

"You and your father were weak," Raven said, voice sharp as her blade. "The only way to get strength is to take it. Join the tribe. Take what you want. We had a great empire once—until Vale crushed us with their logistics and their self-righteousness. Our path is the only way to survive in this dark world. There is no hope of victory... Not against the darkness. Just survival. That's all. If you wouldn't join me... I had to let you go."

The words hung in the air.

Yang stood there for a long moment, golden hair stirring in the breeze. Jaune's hand settled gently on her shoulder—not holding her back, just reminding her she wasn't alone. She sucked in a slow breath.

She clenched her fists, tensed as though for a fight.

Then she looked her mother in the eye and said:

"You know what? Thank you."

Raven blinked. "What?"

"Thank you." Yang's voice was steady. "I know exactly what kind of person you are now. And if you weren't that kind of person, you never would have left. Mom never would have met Dad. I never would have gotten Ruby." Her throat tightened, but she kept going. "And I love her. I love my mom. So… thank you."

Raven's face became unreadable.

Yang lifted her chin.

"Now do what you do best," she said quietly. "And leave."

The Arc family members released her. Raven stood free, staring at her daughter for a long, silent beat. Something complicated flickered behind her eyes—anger, calculation, maybe the faintest trace of something else. Then she drew her sword, carved a swirling red portal into the air, and stepped through without another word.

The portal snapped shut.

The yard was very quiet.

---

Later, after the family had given her space, Yang sat alone beneath the big oak at the edge of the property, knees pulled to her chest. The tears came quietly, the kind that had been waiting years for permission.

Soft footsteps approached. Jaune hesitated a few feet away.

"Hey… are you okay?"

He immediately grimaced and dragged a hand down his face. "That was stupid. Of course you're not—"

Yang shook her head. A small, watery smile pulled at her mouth. She wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand and looked up at him.

"You asked your whole family to drop everything and hunt down my mess of a mother," she said. "You stood there the entire time and didn't try to fight my battle for me. You just… stayed."

Jaune opened his mouth, closed it, and settled for a helpless little shrug.

Yang stood. The distance between them felt smaller than it ever had.

"I appreciate everything you've done for me, Jaune. More than I know how to say." She took a breath. "So… would you want to go on a date with me? A real one. No competitions, no family conspiracies, no crisis. Just us."

Jaune's eyes went wide. Then the brightest, most disbelieving smile spread across his face.

"Yeah," he said, voice soft. "I'd like that. A lot."

Yang's smile steadied. She reached out and bumped her fist lightly against his chest.

"Good. Because I'm done waiting for the universe to hand me good things. I'm taking this one myself."

 

[AndrewJTalon]

Sindri Industries Data Sheet
Designation: Sindri Industries ASF-29 "Cavalier" Multirole Strike Fighter
Classification: Lightweight Multirole Strike Fighter / Carrier-Based Air Superiority & Precision Strike Platform
Role: Fleet defense, carrier air wing strike, interception, close air support, deep interdiction, and unmanned wingman coordination.
Manufacturer: Sindri Industries (primary airframe and systems integration)
Origin: Atlas

Physical Specifications

• Length: 15.8 m
• Wingspan: 10.9 m (folding outer panels for stowage)
• Height: 4.9 m
• Mass: 13.2 metric tons (empty) / 21.5 metric tons (combat loaded)
• Configuration: Twin-engine, single- or tandem two-seat, mid-wing multirole fighter with blended wing-body and reinforced carrier landing gear. Compact, high-agility design optimized for rapid cycling on carrier or air base.
• Armor: Lightweight titanium-ceramic composite with selective Hardlight Dust reactive plating over cockpit, engines, and vital systems. Emphasizes speed and energy retention over heavy protection.
• Powerplant: 2 × Sindri S-190 Dust afterburning turbofans + 2 x Nachfolger GM-142 Gravity Dust assist thrusters for STOL/VTOL landing.

Mobility & Performance

• Maximum Speed: Mach 1.9 (high altitude) / Mach 1.15 (sea level)
• Service Ceiling: 58,000 ft (17,700 m)
• Combat Radius: 1,100 km (internal fuel + standard ordnance); extendable with conformal tanks
• Maneuverability: Excellent instantaneous and sustained turn rates. High thrust-to-weight ratio and relaxed static stability give it strong dogfight performance against peer fighters while remaining stable as a weapons platform for precision strike.

Armament

• Primary Gun: 1 × Kuznets Ordnance "Charger" 25 mm autocannon (internally mounted, 480 rounds)
• Air-to-Air Missiles:– Wolpertinger Rocketry WR-33 "Gungnir" radar-guided medium/long-range AAM, Kudesnik & Käsityöläinen (K&K) IRM-4 "Yellowfin" infrared-guided short-range AAM
• Air-to-Ground:– K&K "Crocus" GR-18 short range AGM, Wolpertinger KhM-99 "Piledriver" Long range cluster munition AGM, up to 6 × Wolpertinger Rocketry UR-44 "Hive" 68mm rocket pods (19 rockets each; 114 rockets maximum), 1 x Pod Mounted Nachfolger Mk. IV 30 mm Autocannons (externally mounted, 605 rounds), up to 8,000 kg mixed ordnance: laser-guided, glide, and unguided bombs in various combinations.
• Optional Special Weapon: 1 × Odin Electronics LBH-2 "Odin Eye" Hardlight Dust Beam Cannon (external pod; high-energy precision anti-armor / anti-structure / anti-Grimm weapon, limited shots per sortie)
• Hardpoints: 9 external (wing and fuselage) + limited internal conformal capacity for low-observable loadouts when required.

Sensors & Avionics

• Radar: Heimdall IV AESA (look-down/shoot-down, simultaneous air and ground track, high resistance to jamming)
• Electro-Optical / Targeting: Yggdrasil Sensor Suite Mk III (advanced FLIR, Dust-signature scanning, laser designation, and reconnaissance modes)
• Defensive Aids: Integrated countermeasure dispensers (flares, chaff, and Dust-based decoys, jammers)
• C4I & Networking: Full Atlasian CCT Net C4I datalink for real-time interoperability, IFF, and shared targeting with warships, other air assets, sea and ground forces.
• AI System: WATTS (Wingman Autonomous Tactical Teaming System) AI core — enables seamless coordination with unmanned wingman units that can fly formation, extend sensor coverage, or prosecute secondary targets under manned control.

Crew & Variants

• Crew: 1 (single-seat standard) or 2 (tandem two-seat combat-capable trainer / specialized strike variant with dedicated systems officer)
• Key Variants:
• ASF-29A: Single-seat air superiority / multirole baseline
• ASF-29B: Two-seat precision strike and forward air control
• ASF-29U: Unmanned wingman configuration (optionally manned)

Key Features & Design Philosophy
The Cavalier was deliberately sized and configured as a high-performance multi-role light fighter that could be a supplement to the new Jormungandr-class Battle Carriers and as a replacement for multiple light fighters used across the Atlasian Federation. Atlas doctrine treats the Battle Carrier as the primary power projection naval asset; the Cavalier's role is to multiply that asset's effectiveness through rapid-response fleet defense, precision strike, and the ability to saturate an opponent with coordinated manned and unmanned packages. For ground based aviation, it would be a massive boon and would replace all existing legacy light fighters, enhancing Atlasian air defense and power projection as part of the "Improvement-84" Rearmament Program.

It is lighter, more agile, and cheaper to operate in numbers than heavier Valean designs such as the Tempest Viper. The design trades some raw payload and loiter time for superior acceleration, climb rate, and cycle speed. Hardlight Dust technology appears in selective armor and the optional Odin Eye beam pod, reflecting Atlas's technological edge without making the aircraft dependent on exotic systems for baseline performance. The WATTS AI system is the true force multiplier — allowing a smaller number of manned Cavaliers to control additional unmanned wingmen and maintain a denser combat presence than pure manned formations.

History & Service Notes
Developed as part of the Improvement-84 Rearmament Program, the Cavalier entered service as the standard multirole fighter for Jormungandr-class air wings and as a general replacement for light fighters across the Atlasian Federation.

Pre- Faunus War, Atlas operated a patchwork of light fighters and specialized interceptors from several manufacturers. Each type had its own unique engines, avionics, weapons interfaces, and maintenance procedures. The result was a logistical nightmare: multiple parallel supply chains that White Fang and other irregular forces quickly learned to target. Depots, transport airships, and forward arming points became high-value, soft targets. When those links were cut, entire squadrons were grounded for lack of the correct spare parts or munitions.

Sindri Industries was therefore given a clear mandate: produce a single, robust multirole airframe that could replace the majority of those light fighters across the Atlasian inventory and deal with peer and asymmetrical threats as part of the Improvement-84 Program. The Cavalier was the result, integrating neatly into the new Jormungandr-class Battle Carriers and the larger doctrinal shift of the Atlasian Military.

It is intended to operate in mixed packages: manned Cavaliers providing decision-making and high-value weapon employment, while WATTS-controlled unmanned units extend the engagement envelope and absorb risk-Especially against asymmetrical warfare. While heavier fighters exist, the Cavalier's multiple advances and ease of maintenance have made it a favorite of the Atlasian military forces and it has become ubiquitous on Atlasian battlecarriers and air bases.

The type has proven particularly effective in fleet defense screens and precision interdiction missions, where the Jormungandr Battle Carrier's heavy weapons and sensors provide the long-range picture and the Cavaliers prosecute the targets. Ongoing upgrades focus on further integration of the WATTS network and incremental improvements to the Yggdrasil and Heimdall suites, as well as new armaments integration.

Note: I revised the Cavalier. It is now the equivalent of an F-16 Falcon/F/A-18 Hornet, MiG-29 Fulcrum, or TIE-LN TIE Fighter-A multirole advanced light strike fighter with a long suit in technology and interoperability. Works fine on its own, even better when supporting heavy capital ships.

 

[AndrewJTalon]

Honestly though I think the majority of combat aircraft in Remnant would be the equivalent of COIN or light attack aircraft. Stuff like the Bronco, the Tucano, or the Textron AirLand Scorpion. Basically light turboprop or turbofan aircraft, subsonic, often used as trainers that are upgunned enough to deal with light Grimm interdiction, border patrol, or counter-insurgency. These planes aren't meant for dogfights really, they'd operate in areas of relative air superiority (though they probably have some air to air capability to deal with airborne Grimm).

There would be planes equivalent to the A-10 Warthog, Hind, or Sukhoi Su-25 too-Heavy close air support aircraft, slow, with heavy armor and armament to BRRRRRRRRRRR the hell out of Grimm, armor, or other enemy ground assets.

But they fly around and gun down Grimm packs from the air and are available for Hunter teams to call in. More available than the straight up fighter jets or the bombers.

 

[Sliverhero]

Crack idea: Weiss is tremendously sheltered, enough that she's been led to believe that the issues with the SDC have nothing to do with faunus and everything to do with 'the poors'. Why else would Blake's top be so ill-fitting that it doesn't cover up her stomach? She's so destitute that she has to wear hand-me-downs and recycle clothes from when she was 10!

Yang: *grinning* "You hear that, Blakey? You're one of the poors now."
Weiss: *happily* "You don't need to hide it, Blake! You may not be a penniless pauper like Yang, but I'm rich enough to support you both until you get jobs and become productive members of society!"

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You could do something where weiss tells Jaune off after the unknown amount of time that she cant date jaune because she is not allowed to date beneath her class. Only for an annyoyed jaune to actually reveal that its actually its the other way way his bloodline is ancient while she is from new bloodline only a few centuries old.

Infact yang and ruby should be the ones he go after as yang is descendent of the ancient Branwen lineage even if they degraded into a bandit clan. While ruby is of the sliver lineage the purest line that is legends say it is the line that must never be cut for its holds the gift of light.

 

[LordofBones]

Weiss: "You mean Yang's from a long line of poors who steal from other poors? That's horrible! Don't worry Yang, I'll help you break the cycle!"

 

[AndrewJTalon]

Nana's Wish

Jaune paced the hallway outside the hospital room like a man waiting for a battlefield report. His great-grandmother, Queen Artoria Pendragon — the legendary Saber Queen herself — had been admitted after a sudden collapse. The doctors said it wasn't immediately life-threatening, but at her age, every scare felt like it might be the last.

He needed her to believe he was okay. Happy. Settled.

Which was why he was currently standing in front of Yang Xiao Long, looking desperate.

"Please, Yang. I know it's a huge ask, but… can you pretend to be my fiancée? Just for today? Nana keeps worrying that I'm going to end up alone and useless. If she thinks I've found someone like you, she might actually rest."

"Why me?" Yang asked, raised eyebrow. Jaune coughed.

"Well, um, I would have asked Pyrrha but she's doing work with her agent and mother today and she couldn't get back in time. And Ruby..."

Yang clenched her fist. Jaune nodded.

"Yeah, exactly. Weiss... Yeah. I don't know Blake well enough, Nora..." He shook his head rapidly, and put his hands together as he bowed his head.

"Please Yang? I-I just... I want her to know I'll be okay if... If anything..."

Yang stared at him for a long second, arms crossed.

Then she grinned, slow and dangerous.

"Fiancée, huh? Bold move, VB. You sure you can handle me playing the part?"

Jaune's face went red. "I—I just need her to see I'm doing okay. You don't have to… you know… go full method acting or anything."

Yang's grin widened. "Too late. I'm committing."

"Oh man..."

---

They made it to the hospital in Vale, moving quickly from the receptionist desk to the intensive care ward. Jaune squeezed Yang's hand as they got to his nana's door.

"Let me go in first," Jaune said. Yang nodded. He entered the plainly decorated hospital room, Yang pausing at the threshold. The windows were open, letting in fresh air and warm sunshine.

Artoria Pendragon looked smaller in the hospital bed, hooked up to beeping sensors, but her green eyes still held that ancient, regal sharpness.

When Jaune walked in, she brightened.

"Jaune, my dear boy!" she said warmly, voice a little weaker than usual but full of love.

"Hey Nana," Jaune said. "How are you feeling? Where is everyone else?"

Artoria snorted.

"Oh, I'm fine. Just fine. Everyone else was hovering too much. I had them go off, handle things. I don't need nursemaids! The worst part? These barbarians won't let me have my tea! Can you imagine? What is the world coming to? No sense of propriety, no sense of tradition-"

"Or taste?" Jaune joked. He moved forward, pulling away briefly from Yang. He pulled a small thermos from under his armor plate with a smile. He handed it to his Nana, who took it from him gratefully. She beamed.

"Oh Jaune… You're so sweet." She looked over at Yang, lingering in the doorframe. "And who is this lovely young woman?"

Yang stepped forward with surprising grace, slipping her arm around Jaune's waist and leaning into him like they'd been together for years.

"Hi, Your Majesty. I'm Yang Xiao Long. Jaune's fiancée." She gave Artoria a bright, genuine smile. "It's an honor to finally meet the woman my fiancee admires so much… And a total badass!"

Artoria's eyes sparkled with delight. "Fiancée? Oh, Jaune! You've been holding out on me!"

Jaune laughed nervously, one arm awkwardly around Yang's shoulders. "Y-Yeah… Surprise?"

Yang played her role perfectly. She fussed over Jaune, straightened his collar, called him "sweetheart," and told Artoria embarrassing but endearing stories about how "reliable and kind" he was. At one point she even kissed his cheek.

Jaune's face stayed permanently pink the entire visit.

Artoria watched them with soft, misty eyes. "You two look so happy together. That's all I ever wanted for you, my sweet boy. To find someone who sees how bright your soul is."

Yang's teasing expression faltered for just a second. She glanced at Jaune, something softer in her eyes, before turning back to Artoria.

"He's a good one," she said quietly. "I'm lucky to have him."

"I…" He gulped and nodded, "I'm… Luckier."

"Well, you're good at sweet talking," Artoria chuckled, "You got that from your great-grandfather, you know."

"Nana," Jaune groaned. Yang giggled.

"I'd like to hear it!"

Artoria beamed.

"Well, it all started with my knights and dinner…"

When visiting hours ended, Artoria squeezed both their hands.

"Thank you for making an old woman very happy. Take care of each other."

---

The moment they were out of sight, Jaune let out a huge breath and turned to Yang.

"Thank you. Seriously. You didn't have to go that far."

Yang smirked, but there was a faint blush on her cheeks. "What can I say? I'm a method actor." She nudged him with her elbow. "Besides… it wasn't entirely terrible. Your Nana is awesome… And you make a pretty decent fake fiancé, VB."

Jaune rubbed the back of his neck, smiling shyly. "You were amazing. Nana really loved you."

Yang was quiet for a moment, then bumped her shoulder against his.

"…We should probably break the news to her eventually that we're not actually engaged."

Jaune laughed. "Yeah. Probably."

They started walking toward the airship docks side by side. Yang's hand brushed his.

"Hey, Jaune?"

"Hm?"

She gave him a small, surprisingly gentle smile.

"If you ever need a fake fiancée again… you know where to find me."

Jaune's heart did something complicated in his chest.

"I'll keep that in mind."

And for the rest of the walk, neither of them pulled their hands apart.

---

Back in the hospital room, Artoria Pendragon smiled knowingly as she sipped her smuggled tea.

"Ah… young love. They'll figure it out eventually."