This time, I thought I'd try something different and try my hand at a RWBY story. For the longest time, I never watched it, because it never piqued my interest. But I've read some good stories on fan fiction and started watching a bit of the first volume, I got hooked and thought I could try my hand at it. This is just a little project that I will be working on, but not as much as my other stories, so if you guys like what you see and want more, let me know and I'll consider it. So, without further ado, let's jump into it! Be sure to review!

Team L.N.T.C.

Chapter One: Volume One

The Trickster Trailer

It was a bright day in the City of Vale; the streets were bustling with people going to their destination, shops flooded with customers, everything seemed like a normal day. All except for a cloaked stranger who roamed the streets, passing by the shops and people. His beige cloak hid his pale face, jet black hair and bright blue eyes. He walked on, passing by several people who gave him strange looks, probably the fact that he was wearing a cloak on a hot summer day.

The stranger approached a bookshop and entered, seeing a hairy faced man standing behind the counter.

"Welcome to Tukson's Book Trade!" The man declared in a welcoming manner. "Home to every book under the sun!"

The stranger studied the owner carefully. Tall, clean-cut hair, noticeable sideburns along with hairy, muscular arms. He wore a short-sleeved quarter-zip burgundy and a black shirt with a visible white undershirt.

"Tukson, I presume?" The stranger said as he approached one of the bookshelves.

"That's right, friend." The owner nodded with a smile. "If you're looking for a particular book, you've come to the right place!"

"Really?" The stranger smirked as he browsed the shelves. "Do you have the Princess and the Thief?"

"Yep." The owner nodded.

"What about the Groom's Brides?"

"All three series."

The stranger continued on, asking about a certain book, only for the owner to reply with yes every time. After what seemed like ten questions, the stranger went into deep thought before smirking.

"What about…the Third Crusade?"

Tukson frowned, thinking for a moment.

"I'm…afraid I don't have that one."

"Home to every book under the sun?" The stranger chuckled, setting a book back on the shelf. "I think not."

"It's just a catchphrase." The owner defended, shrugging his shoulders.

"That's false advertising." The stranger countered, glaring at him. "You shouldn't tell lies to make a profit."

The two had an awkward stare off for a solid minute before the stranger broke into a chuckle.

"Relax, Tukson, I'm just pulling your leg." He said. "No need to get so serious."

"Well, you never know." Tukson sighed, before getting serious. "You know why you're here, don't you?"

"I believe I do." The stranger said with a smirk. "You want me to take care of some 'old friends'?"

"Something like that," Tukson said. "Let's just say that they've been doing some questionable acts of violence and I wanted out, now they're out for my blood."

Nodding, the stranger looked out the door window, seeing two characters approach from afar.

"Looks like some of your friends are on the way." He remarked, turning his head back to the owner. "I suggest you get out of sight."

"Right." Tukson nodded, turning towards his office door. "I'll be in my office. Try not to make a mess of my shop."

The owner walked into his office and locked the door. The caped one took a quick look around the shop, memorizing the titles of the various books, even taking note of various comic books near the front. Afterwards, he pulled out one of the books, turned a page and waited.

He heard the door open and glanced to see to people enter; one male, the other female. The male started browsing the books on the shelves, while the female walked up to the counter.

Peeking over his shoulder, he saw the male was a pale skinned, well-built young man with gray eyes and short silver hair that was partially slicked back while unkempt at the front. He also wore a slate gray and black two-tone partial-zip jacket that seems to cover his upper body, along with a pair of black pants and boots.

The young woman had medium-brown skin and dark-red eyes, her hair a light mint-green with a straight fringe and bangs, as well as two long locks on each side in the back. He also noticed that she wore two bronze-colored rings on her middle fingers as well as a pair of strappy high-heeled pumps. Her attire consisted of an intricate white top and an olive-colored crop top, on the back was what looked like a cut gem. She also wore a pair of white pants and brown chaps that end at her calves and an overlong belt, twice-wrapped, where she kept what looked like weapons as well as a single pouch.

'Either they're an odd couple on a date,' the stranger thought to himself, narrowing his eyes and carefully considering them. 'Or they're an odd couple on a mission.'

He watched as the woman walked up to the counter and rang the service bell and waited a solid minute. After not getting a response, she made to ring again, but the stranger decided to speak.

"I'm afraid the owner isn't here at the moment." He casually lied, gaining the two's attention without looking at them. "I'd be more than happy to assist you, if you'd like."

The woman looked towards her companion, who shrugged, before looking at the stranger.

"Are you the assistant?" She asked politely.

"Something like that." He answered; keeping up the lie, closing the book he was holding and setting it down. "Are you looking for something in particular?"

"Just browsin'." The young man called, picking up a book.

"Actually, I was wondering," The young woman said, leaning against the counter. "Do you have a copy of the Thief and the Butcher?"

"Yes, we do." The stranger nodded. "Would you like a copy?"

"No, just wondering." The young woman politely declines.

The young man closes a book loudly.

"What about," The woman went on. "Violet's Garden, in hardback and paperback?"

"He's got it." The young man called, holding up the book. "Hardback too."

"Ooh, the options are nice." The woman remarked.

"Eh, no pictures." The man shrugged, closing the book, louder this time, and dropping it back where it was. "Hey, do you have any comics?"

"Near the front." The stranger said.

"Oh, wait!" The woman said, narrowing her eyes. "What about…the Third Crusade?"

The stranger frowned, then thought for a moment, then walked over to one of the shelves and looked up. Carefully, he climbed up the shelves, he traced a finger along the sides, before pulling out the book he was looking for.

"Found it!" He declared, dropping back to the floor.

"Well, that's good to hear." The man smiled, closing the book loudly. "Nice to hear that this place lives up to the catchphrase. Otherwise, it would've been false advertising."

"Your boss shouldn't make promises he can't keep, young man." The woman said.

"I know, that's what I said." The stranger chuckled before his smile dissolved into a casual grin. "But you two aren't here for the books, are you?"

The woman's eyes widened a bit with surprise, looking over to her companion, who was equally surprised.

Suddenly, the surprise on their faces quickly faded.

"I think he knows what's up, Emerald." He said with a smirk.

"It doesn't matter, Mercury," Emerald said slyly. "It's not like he'll be able to tell anyone."

Mercury nodded, then walked over to the switches.

"You see, young man," Emerald began, a grin on her face. "Your boss had connections in an organization called the White Fang, but now he intends to leave. All the way to Vacuo."

The stranger averted his towards Mercury, who already flipped two of the switches, dimming the windows so no one would see from outside.

"But he wants out and that's his right." The stranger interjected, returning his gaze to Emerald. "What right do you have to force him to choose between the sword and the knee? As far as I'm concerned, the White Fang is a group of violent scum who act like animals. Literally." He gave her an intense glare. "What right do you have to punish him for quitting a group that no longer fights for equality?"

"You ask far too many questions, young man." Emerald shooked her head. "As for the White Fang, well, they have a policy; once you're a part of it, you can never back out." She then gave a sinister grin. "Now, his brothers in the White Fang aren't too happy to hear that. And neither are we."

The stranger looked to see Mercury smirk as he flipped the last switch, dimming all the windows. He could see that these two had no intention of leaving.

"You know who we are, don't you?" She asked.

"I do."

Mercury walked up beside his companion, his arms crossed.

"And you know why we're here?" She continued.

"Mm-hm."

Emerald stepped forward.

"So…are you going to stop us?"

He looked from one to the other, then smiled, as he closed the book he was holding.

"Yes."

Time seemed to slow as he casually tosses the book towards Emerald, causing her to raise her arm up to catch it, unaware of the throwing knife emerging from his sleeve. Time returned to normal as Emerald caught the book, the knife was thrown, but she saw it in time to bring the book up to block it, the knife embedding into it, she looked and the next thing she knew she was sent crashing into a pile of books by a palm strike to the chest.

Surprised, Mercury looked at the strange, who took a fighting stance.

"Alright, kid; you've piqued my interest." He smirked, readying a stance of his own.

Without warning, he jumped to deliver a roundhouse kick, but the stranger caught it, but notice what looked like a blast shot from his boot and went right past his head, punching a hole in the wall behind him.

"Interesting." The stranger smirked, his gaze turned to his opponent. "Custom-made?"

Instead of answering, Mercury swung his leg loose, attempting to deliver another kick, but the stranger countered once again, following up with a quick jab to the chest. Mercury tried his best, throwing his best attacks, but his opponent either blocked the attacks or countered with his own punches and kicks. Mercury tried to throw another kick, but the trickster was much quicker, stopping it with his foot, then delivered a roundhouse kick of his own, sending him flying into the pile of books with Emerald.

"Just who is this guy?" Emerald groaned, getting to her feet.

"Don't know, but I can't lay a hit on him!" Mercury growled.

The two got to their feet, staring at the stranger before them.

"Just who are you?" Emerald asked.

"I'm called many things." He chuckled, gesturing with his hands. "Trickster, deceiver," He removed his hood, revealing his face. "But you can call me Loki Greene."

The two looked at him and felt almost insulted by how young he looked, almost sixteen.

"Now that we have the introductions out of the way," Loki smirked. "Let's get back to business!"

Flipping the cape of his cloak back, his outfit consisted of a green and black outfit, a green jacket with a set of green and black vambraces over the sleeves, a pair of black jeans with green outlining along the pockets, and a pair of black boots with a pair of black gloves to match. The two couldn't see it, but the jacket also had a symbol of two snakes, circling one another to form an 'S' shape, and biting the tail of the other.

He then pulled out a pair of pistols with blades attached on the top, one was blue and black, called Castor, and the other was red and white, called Polydeuces. Flipping them around, handles of the pistols extended, the triggers retracting inside the rotary part of the weapon, the head of the pistol turning upward the bladed top extending, turning the pistols into a pair of katana swords.

Emerald drew out her revolver-sickles and charged, switching her guns into sickles and to a swing, only for Loki to parry the attack with his katana, then swung his blade, hitting her in the stomach, though her aura flared to protect her from the damage, then jumped and kicked her in the chest, sending her flying into a shelf.

Mercury sped forward and threw kick after kick, but Loki dodged them swiftly before kicking him in the chest with a powerful Sparta kick, sending him flying out the door window and onto the pavement.

Emerald got up and readied her stance, determined to complete her mission, despite her partner being taken out of the equation. Loki simply chuckled as his body began to glow a bright green color, and two copies of himself emerged, one standing near the counter and the other standing near the pile of books.

Looking from one copy to another, she glared at the one she assumed was the original.

"You think some clone is gonna fool me?!"

She charged at him, aiming to stab him in the face, but instead, to her surprise, she fell right through him and into another stack of books.

Getting up, she saw the copy she had tried to attack vanish, leaving the other copy and the original, both smirking at her.

"How did you-?!"

"It's my semblance; a form of self-copying." Loki declared. "I shouldn't have to explain what that means."

This was only partly true; Loki's semblance allows him to project his image and thoughts through a sort of astral projection, as far as he wanted, depending on the amount of aura he has. He can also utilize it to trick his foes into attacking a fake, even lying to trick his enemies into jumping to the wrong conclusions.

It's only natural, given that'he's a trickster; using everything at his disposal to get his opponent to make the wrong move, be it by provoking them or giving false information.

Snarling, Emerald readied herself, as Loki created more copies, the copies laughing as they surround her.

Enraged, Emerald just lunged at the copies, not even trying to figure out which one is the real thing, swinging her sickle, each copy dissolving, until her sickle was parried and she was thrown into the pile of books once more.

Getting up, she glared at him, then tried to activate her semblance. However, Loki didn't seem affected by it.

"What's the matter?" Loki taunted with a smirk. "Can't seem to win? Have to rely on mommy to help you out?"

Having quite enough, Emerald switched her sickles into their revolver form and opened fire, firing three shots from each, and all six shots going right through him, as he faded into nothing.

'Another fake.' Emerald thought.

Cursing, Emerald looked about her surroundings, paranoid, anticipating her opponent to reappear, when she felt a sudden tap on her shoulder. Thinking it was her partner, she turned around, only to be met with a vicious boot to the face, knocking her off her feet and sending her to the floor.

Sheathing one of his katanas, the trickster grabbed Emerald and tossed her out of the store.

Emerald, however, was steaming angry, about to rise to her feet to attack again, but Loki switched one of his katana's into its pistol form and aimed it at Emerald's head, forcing her to stop.

"Tell me, love," Loki said sternly. "Is one measly shopkeeper really worth dying over?"

Emerald glared at him, her transforming sickle in her grip, then looked and saw several people watching the scene play out, some of them in shock, others taking pictures.

"Em, we should go," Mercury suggested weakly. "We're making a scene and someone is bound to call the cops."

Humiliated, but begrudged, she nodded and helped her partner up, but turned her head to the trickster.

"You'd better watch your back, kid." She warned with a snarl. "You don't know who you're messing with. We'll find you."

"And I'll be ready." He replied with a smirk, not even worried.

And with that, the two rushed off, and Loki holstered his weapons and looked about the crowd that had gathered.

"What're you all looking at?" He called. "Go back to what you all were doing! This is no street performance!"

The crowd quickly dispersed, then Loki went back into the bookstore.

"I assume by the lack of noise that you've dealt with the problem?" Tukson asked, stepping out of his office.

"Yep, all taken care of." Loki nodded, before rubbing the back of his neck in guilt. "Sorry about the mess."

"Ah, don't worry about it." The Faunus sighed. "That just means I have to fix the place up."

Loki looked towards the door, then back to the owner.

"Were you really planning on heading to Vacuo?" He asked, curiously.

"To be honest, those two wouldn't be wrong," Tukson admitted. "Maybe not to Vacuo, specifically, but somewhere where the White Fang can't reach me." He then sighed. "Still, it's gonna take a while to earn enough to get a ticket to somewhere that isn't Vale."

Loki thought for a moment, thinking about the situation, then pulled out a small sack and passed it to the Faunus.

"That should be enough to get you on a boat to wherever you'd like."

Tukson looked at the pouch, then back to the trickster.

"Are you sure about this?" He asked, unsure. "Don't you need money for yourself?"

"Don't worry about me." Loki waved it off. "I'm just doing what I feel is best for the people."

"I wish everyone had your concept of 'doing what's best'." The Faunus shopkeeper sighed. "Well, I guess I'd best head home and pack up. As payment, any book you find that interests you here are yours if you like."

After Tukson left, Loki looked about the store, looking for some books that weren't damaged during the fight. As he looked about, a man dressed in black approached from behind, standing in the doorway.

"Sorry, pal, we're closed," Loki said, not even looking at him.

"I'm actually here about that fight earlier." He said.

Sighing, Loki stood up and faced him. The man was tall, having short black slicked back hair, a pair of sunglasses covering his eyes, wearing a black trench coat along with a pair of black military boots, a black T-shirt with an image of a silver scorpion on the front and had black and white face paint.

"Look, buddy; I didn't start that fight," Loki explained.

"No, but you sure as hell finished it." The man countered.

"How else was I gonna make them leave?" Loki asked, shrugging his shoulders. "Besides, what were you doing, old timer?"

"Watching your every move, boy." The man responded. "Names Sting; I'm a Huntsman from Beacon Academy."

"Creepy." Loki retorted. "Also, aren't you a little old to be in school?"

"I'm actually a mentor there." Sting declared. "And from what I've seen, you have obvious skill. You could put it to good use by becoming a Huntsman."

Loki looked at him, listening.

"You see, the creatures of Grimm are growing in number by the day, and the White Fang are getting bolder." Sting explained. "The people need a symbol of hope, warriors, and heroes who can stand against the darkness and help those who can't defend themselves." He gestured with his hands. "What say you? Interested in fighting for a cause bigger than yourself?"

Loki went into thought. For the majority of his time, he wandered Vale as a sellsword, taking the occasional odd job around the city. As he traveled, he came across people who were affected by the tragedies; widows missing their significant others, children crying for their parents. Loki, of course, does what he can, but he's only one man.

'Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to just a greater cause.' He thought. 'Maybe I can do more good by joining the Huntsmen.'

Standing up, he faced Sting and grinned.

"I'm in."

And there's the first chapter! This took a while to work on, but I'm doing my best. This is the first trailer of Team L.N.T.C. so the next three chapters will be introducing the members of the team. After that, the fifth chapter will be the team's adventures in and out of Beacon.

First off, I want to thank DenalCC1010 for use of his OC weapons, Eon Eclipse and Obsidian Oath, which I have made some slight changes such as the color, now in my version they are Polydeuces and Castor. You can check out the original creations on Denal's Deviantart profile and Youtube channel, I highly recommend you to go view his art and watch ALL of his videos, he's incredibly talented.

And that's pretty much it. If you guys want more, let me know and tell me what you think so far and I'll consider it. Don't forget to review!