"Agent Texas."
A figure in full-body black armor beat back several larger attackers with their bare hands, almost too easily.
"Better known in the criminal-underworld as Tex."
The figure leapt up and spun, kicking several more attackers in the head and knocking them back and out with one sweep.
"Bounty-hunter, mercenary, thrill-seeker..."
The figure cracked their knuckles, a new wave of opponents readying to attack. They slowly drew two sub-machine-guns (SMGs) and turned around.
"They say he would rip a man's arm off for five lien, and not bat an eye."
The figure opened fire and sent dozens of enemies falling to the ground in heaps, not saying a word as he stepped over their bodies.
The figure exited the bar, turned, and threw a plasma-grenade in. The bomb detonated and filled the entire building with smoke and ash as it burned all of the alcohol inside, doing little harm to the other buildings and the unconscious bodies inside.
The figure wasn't there to kill, but to send a very strong message. Either that, or the people in the bar had done something minor that pissed the figure off.
"Nobody knows where he came from, or why he does what he does."
Nodding at their work, the figure turned around to see dozens of guns aiming at them, police-officers glaring from the entrance to the bar.
"Agent Texas, you are under arrest for disturbance of the peace." The chief glared, hands shaking. The figure rested a hand on their hip, a voice-filter in place as they spoke.
"You're kidding, right?"
...
"Just that he's the very best at what he does." A scroll was set down on a steel table, two brown eyes narrowing behind glasses. "So tell me, Texas... Are the rumors surrounding you true?" Silence. "I know the police took you voice-filter, but you need to speak if you want to avoid spending any more time in prison than you have to." It remained silent. "It is not wise to test my patience."
The grey-haired man dressed in dark-green gazed at the figure across the table coldly, even though he couldn't help but feel a tad bit intimidated by the blank gaze of the yellow visor.
Even under the full-body armor, Professor Ozpin could tell that his opponent in this seemingly never-ending stare-down was strongly-built, pure muscle. From what he had heard in rumors and seen in footage, he knew that the being across from him was a deadly threat.
"Hmph." The figure simply replied by casually raising its right middle finger. At this, the woman standing behind Professor Ozpin glared.
"Why, you-!"
"Glynda." Ozpin warned, raising a hand in warning. "From what I've heard, Agent Texas is capable of bringing down fully-realized and experienced Huntsmen with his bare hands."
"Then, why haven't we restrained him?!"
"He broke anything that we tried to use to hold him."
"Then, what's keeping him, here?"
"The door is reinforced Hardsteel, but it is voice-commanded. Anyone can open it, as long as they speak... Agent Texas seems quite determined to hide his voice from us."
"Then, why haven't we removed his helmet?" Glynda asked. The figure in black glared from behind his visor, then looked at Ozpin expectantly.
"A man tried, and he got his arm broken in three places." Ozpin replied. Texas shrugged, like they hadn't been fazed in the slightest by committing such a cold and brutal act. "Agent Texas, you will not leave this room until you reveal your face, true identity, and voice."
The figure gazed at the man for a second, then leaned back in his seat and kicked his feet up onto the table, crossing one leg over the other as they made themselves comfortable.
"You have got to be kidding me." Glynda deadpanned. "Just who do you think you are?!" The figure shrugged, giving off an air of smugness that clearly said 'bitch, I know who I am'.
"Oh, well." Ozpin smirked. "If we can't get anything out of you, perhaps the soldiers in Atlas Maximum-Security Prison can." At this, Texas tensed. "Not a fan of Atlas, are we? It makes sense, seeing as how your first several cases of disturbing the peace took place there: all military encounters. Strange, how someone so infamous only appeared on the map six months ago... Traveling the world and causing as much trouble as you have in such a short time is not small feat, Agent Texas."
"Don't complement him!"
"Glynda, please... Tell me, Agent Texas, why do they call you that? You are on none of Vale's records, or on the records of any of the other kingdoms, as an agent of any kind. No one ever heard of you until six months ago... And yet, your reputation is known by all. You will complete any task for the right price. People pay you in lien, artifacts, favors, and other valuables in order to enlist your services. You've wounded many people, killed even more... What are you, Texas?"
The figure seemed to contemplate the question, then looked down at his left arm and opened a compartment in his armor, revealing a dial. Texas looked up at Glynda and Ozpin, and they could almost feel the smirk.
"What are you-?!" Glynda reached out, only for Texas to spin the dial and disappear. "Where did he go?!" Suddenly, Glynda was blindsided and sent flying into a wall, falling to the floor in a heap with a small noise of pain. Ozpin stood and raised his cane, looking around with narrowed eyes.
"Texas!" He shouted. "You can't escape without revealing yourself!" That's when an invisible fist slammed into the metal, reinforced security-door with enough force to dent it. The next hit punched a hole right through it. "Impossible..." As Ozpin stared, Texas suddenly flickered and reappeared, looking at his left shoulder in annoyance.
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A tiny, stormy-grey holographic-figure in similar armor to Texas' appeared in Texas' visor-vision, hovering the air and sighing as he shook his head, growling.
"I cannot run all of this equipment at once, Texas! Cloaking, strength-boost, and speed-boost all take up too much of your suit's energy!" He protested. Texas glared, then gestured to his right wrist. "No! I can't keep this up for much longer, you fool! For the Alpha's sake, you don't use me for weeks and then expect me to go into overdrive?!" Texas seemed to deadpan, and the hologram sighed. "I hate this fucking job. Sure, we send many despicable souls into OBLIVION, but I need a vacation..." Texas rolled his eyes and gestured to Ozpin. "Professor Ozpin, the headmaster of Beacon Academy? We are going up against him? You are absolutely insane... We shall be victorious! Let us send him into OBLIVION!" Surprisingly, Texas shook his head. "What?! But we will go down in history!" Texas gestured with his hand. "Right, right... But haven't you drawn enough attention to yourself? You haven't exactly been discrete these last few months." Tex raised an eyebrow. "I know, I know. They are idiots... So, what is the plan?" Texas smirked. "I hate it when you do that, yet I LOVE IT!"
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Tex ran at Ozpin, ducking and sliding underneath him (between his legs) and slamming his feet into the door, creating more dents. Tex dodged the cane and leapt up onto the steel table, jumping back and flipping the table at Beacon's headmaster, only for Glynda to stand and raise a riding-crop, freezing the table in the air.
Tex ran under it and slammed his feet into the door again, finally breaking it down and somersaulting onto his feet as he ended up in a hallway... Surrounded by armed guards that all had guns aimed for his head.
Tex cursed under his breath as Glynda and Ozpin ran out of the room, raising their weapons. Ozpin glared, his brown eyes cold.
"Stand down, Texas!" He ordered. Tex rolled his eyes and turned around to face Ozpin and Glynda, raising his hands. "Take off the helmet." Texas made no move to comply. "Take off the helmet, now!" Texas gestured for the guards to leave, and Ozpin's eyes narrowed, but he ordered the men to depart.
Tex gazed at Ozpin and Glynda, then slowly reached with both hands and grabbed the bottom of his helmet. There was a slight hiss, revealing the helmet to also have an air-filter, and the helmet was removed...
"What?" Glynda asked, stunned. "That's not possible!" Ozpin's eyes widened, and he lowered his cane, grabbing Glynda's wrist so she would lower her riding-crop, both of them astonished.
"Surprise, motherfuckers." Tex smirked, crossing her arms. Tex was, in fact, a seventeen year-old girl with her blonde hair held in a high ponytail, her green eyes filled with wicked mischievousness. The two professors stared. "Well? What now?"
"You're a child?!" Glynda finally asked. At this Tex rolled her eyes and sighed, bowing and shaking her head and loudly tsking.
"See, that's why I wear the helmet and the voice-filter." The mercenary began. "It's kinda embarrassing, learning you got your ass handed to you by what you refer to as a kid."
"... You mean to say that the deadliest, most brutal, mean-?"
"Whoa, whoa!" Tex raised her hands, frowning. "I wouldn't say I'm mean. I just get hired to do mean things. It's all a matter of survival, a way to keep me running." Ozpin raised an eyebrow, frowning.
"And what would a young woman such as yourself be running from?"
"The very people you threatened to send me back to, not so long ago."
"What?"
"Atlas." Tex growled. "If you so much as try to send me back to those maniacs, I swear-!" Ozpin raised his hands in surrender, his expression growing concerned.
"Calm down... What is your name?"
"Why? So you can report me to Ironwood and Schnee and Polendina and Price and the Director and all those other psychopaths?!"
"No, so I may be able to address the young girl in front of me properly." Ozpin assured. "What is your name?" Tex glared, then...
"Allison." She replied coldly, yet sounding a small bit unsure. Ozpin nodded, slowly approaching and placing a hand on the young girl's shoulder.
"It's going to be alright, Allison. Why don't you tell us what's going on? We may be able to help you."
"... I am Allison Beta, code-name Agent Texas, the final byproduct of Project Freelancer." Texas looked up, eyes narrowing. "And I was the only one who managed to escape."
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Allison cracked her knuckles, three beaten people in similar armor laying behind her on the training-room floor. Two of them wore white, one wore gold.
"Well?" She asked, looking at two people cloaked in shadows. "Send her in. I'm ready to fight Carolina."
"No, you're not." The shorted of the two replied with a calming tone. "Agent Texas, you still require more training before you could stand even a remote chance against Agent Carolina."
"Well... Tell that to Maine, Wyoming, and York." Allison looked behind her as the three recovered, smirking. "Your sacrifices were pointless!"
"You suck, Tex!"
"That's enough!" The taller of the men glared. Allison rolled her eyes and raised her arms frown her sides.
"Director, sir, no offense, but we're teenagers." She commented, letting her arms drop. "If you didn't want sarcastic assholes in your program, you should have waited until we were older... Though York probably still would have been a sarcastic asshole."
"Hey!"
"And Wyoming would still tell shitty knock-knock jokes."
"Texas, as soon as I get feeling back in my legs-!"
"And Maine... Well, I can't really complain about Maine. He doesn't really say much, does he?"
"..."
"Sorry, guys." Allison laughed, walking over and helping each of them up. "I give you each the permission to call me rotten bitch for the rest of the day."
"Rotten bitch."
"Rotten bitch."
"Rotten bitch."
"Oh, so now you're talking?"
"Agent Texas." The shorter man tried, raising a hand. "Your time will come. You just have to be patient." The taller man scoffed, crossing his arms.
"That was never one of her strong suits."
/\
"Escape?" Ozpin asked, confused. "What do you mean? Escape what?" Allison looked down, closing her eyes and clenching her fists.
"The experiments."
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"The implantation of an AI will prove beneficial in combat." The shorter man, Councilor Price, assured as Allison laid on an operating table. "You will stand more than a chance against Agent Carolina. In fact, she'll probably be struggling to earn a fight with you."
"I-I'm not sure about this. No one else has gotten one yet. Are you sure that it's safe?"
"... Induce anesthesia."
"Wait, what?!" Allison moved to sit up, only for a blue light to start pulsing over the table, her eyelids sagging as she was forced to lay down, again. Within seconds, she was unconscious.
/\
"Experiments?" Glynda asked. "What do you mean by that?" Texas looked up, her green eyes narrowed in rage.
"They used us, all of us, just to serve their needs."
/\
Allison opened her eyes, and everything was a grayish blur. Then, the grey condensed into a wispy, stormy figure in Freelancer armor.
"Hello, Agent Texas." A male voice spoke, sounding like its owner was smirking. "My name is Omega. I am the AI that was assigned to you." Allison blinked a few times.
"C-can anyone else see you?"
"I can project myself in the physical world, yes. But currently, I am in your mind and projecting myself onto your vision... How are you adjusting?"
"Headache..."
"That is normal." The AI admitted. "It should pass in a few moments." Allison nodded numbly, then sat up on her cot and looked around.
"T-they made me have the surgery. Why would they do that?"
"They are simply trying to make you stronger. Invincible, untouchable, undauntable." The AI crossed his arms, giving a low chuckle. "With me at your side, you will send your opponents into OBLIVION!"
"... I'm listening."
/\
"Their goal was to fulfill the dreams of a madman. They didn't care what it took or who they hurt."
/\
"Carolina!" Allison kneeled next to a collapsed figure in aqua armor, eyes widening behind her visor. She looked up at Price and the Director. "What the Hell is going on?!"
They didn't have a reply for her, they just stared in shock. Most of the other Freelancers were gripping the sides of their head and mumbling something, collapsed on the floor, and Allison looked around with narrowed eyes.
"Tex!" An unaffected younger freelancer in grey/yellow armor looked around worriedly, another in light-purple/green tending to one in dark-purple/green behind him. "What's wrong with them?! Is it the AI?!"
"Omega!" Allison growled, and her AI appeared, gripping the sides of his 'head' in pain. "What's going on?!"
"The Alpha... Church... Allison..." The AI mumbled. Allison looked down at the girl in aqua, Carolina, and she cringed as she raised her fist.
"Sorry, kid. It's for your own good."
/\
"They lied to us."
/\
:Agent Texas... Allison... If you're reading this, then that means I escaped. Or, well at the very least, I'm probably not around anymore.: A girl in brown armor smiled sadly. :I wanted to leave behind all the data I've been collecting about Project Freelancer. I never could shake the feeling that something was wrong the program; the secrets, the lies, the manipulation. Smoke. All of it. Obscuring a big damn fire. I did some digging, and now I know what the Director has been hiding. What he did... He broke the law, Allison. The one law they don't just slap you on the wrist for. I'm taking the originals with me as an insurance policy. I leave this copy for you not because you are the best solider in the squad, but because I know that I can trust you the most. After reading these files you will understand why. Good luck. Your friend, Connie.:
Allison stared as the message ended and several files popped up, then her eyes narrowed dangerously.
AI Experimentation.
Mission Logs.
Personnel Files.
Financials.
Video Surveillance.
Allison opened the AI Experimentation file, her eyes widening as she found a description of the mysterious Alpha AI. He was real...
Allison scrolled to the next file on Beta, but that one was password-protected. The rest of them weren't, and Allison began learning about the other AI.
Omega: rage/anger.
Gamma: deceit.
Delta: logic.
Theta: trust.
Sigma: ambition/creativity.
Iota: fear.
Eta: happiness.
Epsilon: unknown.
Allison scrolled back to the Beta profile, and something compelled her to type something into the password bar. A-L-L-I-S-O-N.
"... What?!"
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"They lied to me."
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Allison marched down a hallway, whipping out her SMGs as she approached some sort of vault-door. A soldier reached out to stop her.
"Agent Texas-" The man yelled in pain as Allison raised an SMG and shot him, punching the door and breaking it down, stepping inside. She briefly looked behind her, seeing someone in gold/brown armor and nodding. "Buy me some time. As much as you can."
"Tex, are you sure about this?" York asked, sounding like he was frowning. "What all did C.T. tell you?" Allison clenched her fists.
"... Everything."
/\
"They turned friend against friend."
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"It's over, Carolina!" Allison glared as Carolina recovered on the floor. The aqua-wearing Freelancer looked up, livid as she forced herself to her feet.
"No! I can beat you!"
"No, you can't!" Allison snapped, then held a hand out. "But you can come with me, Carolina."
That's when an explosion went off.
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"And when I escaped and tried to rescue someone I cared about..."
/\
Allison's eyes widened in horror as she gazed at a room filled with synthetic bodies and AI-units.
She slowly walked down the line of synthetic bodies in pods, her hand running over their names.
Gamma.
Theta.
Delta.
Iota.
Eta. This body was the first to make Allison pause. It looked like a young girl, her hair short and orange with a freckled face and a look of pure innocence.
The next two also gave Allison pause due to the surprising similarities of their physical features.
Epsilon. This body had black hair and light stubble on his chin, his body athletic in build and his face set in a serene expression.
Omega. This body had messier black hair and a slightly more grown-out stubble on his chin, his body muscled and his face slightly troubled.
"What do we do, Omega?" Allison asked, turning to see two live AI-units. Epsilon and Alpha.
"Place Epsilon in his body, but do not wake him." Omega appeared in the air next to Allison. "Place the Alpha in my body, wake him, and destroy the failsafes that would allow them to reverse the transfer-processes." At this, Allison's eyes widened.
"What?! Omega, if I put the Alpha in your body, you'll never-"
"Allison, I'm perfectly happy as I am, partnered with someone strong enough to both support me... And stop me." The AI gave a small, light chuckle. "Besides, he's the Alpha. I owe my existence to him... It's time I do him a favor."
"... Softy."
"Die in oblivion."
/\
"There wasn't anything left of him to save. I took too long. I failed him."
/\
Allison caught the synthetic-boy as he fell, kneeling on the floor with his upper-body resting on her lap, her right arm holding him in a sitting-position as her left hand reached up to his face.
"Alpha?" Allison asked. There was no response. "Alpha?" No reply. "Alpha, it's me. It's Tex, Beta." The young boy shifted slightly, and Allison sighed, looking down. "... Church, it's me. It's Allison." At this, the boy's eyes fluttered open; and he weakly looked up.
"Allison?"
"Yes, it's me." Allison smiled, relieved. The boy still seemed confused.
"Tex?"
"Yes."
"They told me you were... They said you were dead."
"I'm not dead, Church. I'm right here. It's going to be okay. I'm going to get you out of this place."
"No, I, um..."
"... You don't want to leave?"
/\
"He was broken, a shadow of his former self, and so tired..."
/\
"I'm just... I'm... Tired. I'm really tired." The Alpha admitted. "I just want some rest. I haven't been able to sleep, lately. Too many... Nightmares..." Allison's eyes teared up, but she bit her lower lip and nodded shakily.
"Okay." She whispered, nodding. "You just rest, Church." Allison leaned over and kissed him on the forehead, brushing the hair out of his face. "Don't forget about me."
"I won't... Just do something for me..."
"What?"
"Don't say goodbye..." Alpha's eyes fluttered as he tried to keep them open. "I hate goodbyes..."
"Me, too... But I'm not gone." Allison managed a small smile. "I'm just not here, right now."
Alpha's eyes closed.
/\
"So I had to say goodbye. To him..."
/\
Allison gently laid the Alpha down on the ground, standing and whipping out her weapons before running.
She ran though the base as fast as she could, gunning down anyone who tried to stop her escape. That's when her eyes widened.
Maine held a beaten Carolina by the throat on a snowy cliff, clenching her AI chips in his hand and holding her over the white void.
"NO!" Allison ran forward as Maine dropped Carolina, her limp body vanishing into the void. Maine took the chips and placed his helmet on, and Allison turned and ran.
A flaming-red AI, Sigma, appeared in the air before Maine with a wicked smirk, chuckling darkly.
"You run, Agent Texas. We are the Meta, and we will find you. Very soon..."
/\
"And to many dear friends." Texas sat in a chair across from Ozpin and Glynda, her head bowed and eyes closed. "North, South, York, Wyoming, Wash, Florida, Maine, Carolina, Connie. All of them and the AI suffered just so the Director could try and resurrect his dead wife... Just so he could make me." Texas looked up. "I ran, and I've been running ever since. Trying to get stronger and collect other people's debts so that, one day, I could bring the Director down."
"... May we see Omega?" Ozpin asked, both he and Glynda staring at the girl in astonishment. Texas looked over at her left shoulder.
"He doesn't like that name, anymore." She admitted. "It reminds him too much of what the Director did to him... He likes O'Malley, now."
"Well, then." Glynda crossed her arms, frowning. "May we see O'Malley?" Texas nodded, and a stormy-grey soldier appeared, standing on her shoulder and crossing his arms.
"Glynda Goodwitch and the one and only Ozpin." The AI commented. "It would be an honor, if you hadn't threatened to send us back to those bastards, earlier." Texas gave O'Malley a light glare. "What?! You're just as angry as I am!"
"Remarkable." Ozpin stared. "He is the one in charge of running all of your suit's equipment?" Texas nodded, growing a little defensive.
"Yeah, and he's my friend. And I don't take kindly to people looking at him like he's a new toy." She frowned. Ozpin raised his hands in surrender.
"I'm sorry... So, you claim that these Freelancers were being trained so they could enter Atlas Academy and eventually the military."
"That's why Ironwood allowed it and negotiated with the Schnee Dust Company to help them develop our equipment. But the program pretty much used us all as lab-rats to perfect the Director's vision. And no one will ever be free. Connie and Carolina are dead, Wash was driven crazy, Maine was possessed by his AI, and York and North were recaptured. South, Wyoming, and Florida are the Project's lapdogs... And here I am, on the run, and I probably will be for the rest of my life if I want to get away from the Director's twisted mission."
"So, let's get this straight." Goodwitch frowned. "You are an AI fragment of an AI copied from the mind of one of Atlas' greatest minds placed into a synthetic body with another AI fragment as your assistant?"
"Partner." Texas crossed her arms. "He's my partner. When there's a person living inside your head for a year and a half, you get to know him. He's a manipulative bastard-"
"And she's a rotten bitch." O'Malley added. Texas held up a hand, and O'Malley high-fived her, both of them crossing their arms and smirking mischievously. "Mutual understanding: the key to any good partnership."
"Allison, O'Malley: I have a proposition for the two of you." Ozpin announced. "How would you like to stop running?" Texas raised an eyebrow.
"As much as anyone in my situation would, but it's not going to happen." The girl looked down, sighing. "Just kill me here or let me go. I'm not going back to Atlas... I would rather die."
"Allison." Ozpin placed a hand on the girl's shoulder. "You are never going back to those people. I swear it upon my life." Texas looked up. "I can protect you and O'Malley, and I can do my best to help your friends, but only if you let me. If you agree to my terms." Ozpin managed a small smile. "What do you say?"
"... What do you want me to do, exactly?"
"Well... A favor for a favor." Ozpin sat back. "I need you to go undercover and protect a first-year student from outside forces that may seek to harm her." Texas raised an eyebrow.
"You want me to go to your school?"
"Yes, and I want you to protect Ruby Rose... Do we have a deal?"
Well... What do you think? Do you think I've created a good fusion of Red vs. Blue and RWBY? I like it alright, but what about you guys? I was mostly concerned by the severe swearing. I don't usually use F-bombs in my stories, but seeing as how this is Red vs. Blue, it was necessary.
I had to make a few changes, of course, in order to make the two sources compatible. The biggest one is, of course, that EVERYONE'S A TEENAGER! AHHHHHH! Hey, if this is weird for me, then it's definitely going to be weird for you, but please: work with me, here. Secondly, I've made O'Malley as nice as I could manage without wrecking his amazing personality. He's a good guy, here. But being a good guy doesn't mean that he's a good guy, if you know what I mean.
This is a difficult crossover to write, because I need to keep that Red vs. Blue spirit and that RWBY spirit while still crating something new and original. If you have any ideas or advice for me, please let me know.
I own nothing! Please read, review, check out my other stories, etc. Thanks!