Okay everyone, here is the new version, this is just a short intro into it. Now, just so you know, as I said, this one will be a bit more serious, but I'm not abandoning humor entirely. I kind of can't. So this chapter may seem a bit ridiculous at times, keep in mind though, it won't always be like this, every now and then I'll throw in some 'WTF' humor.

Reason being well is, If you've ever been near a bunch of Infantrymen, you know we have really fucked up sense of humor and do a lot of stupid shit. I remember one time I saw a guy run naked down the hallway in my barracks only wearing his ACH and screaming at the top of his lungs.

Another time in basic training, one guy in his bunk was trying to read the bible was his bunkmate on the top bunk was jerking off. Weird shit happens all the time.

Anyways here we go.

"Ruby what are you doing?" Yang asked as she saw her sister fooling around with some dust.

"I'm trying out new dusts to really give Crescent rose a punch!" Ruby said as she had test tubes full of dust that she had gotten from Weiss as a gift.

"Is that safe?" Blake asked and was a little worried.

"Despite me thinking Ruby can be a bit reckless, at this point its all just different kinds of destructive dust, what difference does it make if she mixes fire, ice or lightning? All are meant to kill Grimm, so its not like it's any more dangerous than usual." Weiss looked up from her book long enough to say that.

"Alright, if the Ice queen says so." Yang said as Ruby continued to measure set amounts.

In reality, she just wanted to see what would happen when she mixed them all together, she had already experimented with fire and ice dust, and well to be honest, the results were mixed. Sometimes they would work together to pack a punch, but other times they could also cancel each other out, or if the dusts were mixed unevenly, then one element would overpower the other, and make the whole point of them mixing pointless.

Ruby was determined to get this down to an exact science.

"So, anyone else think this joint mission with JNPR is going to be chill?" Yang asked as they all shrugged.

"Well, considering all we're doing is recon and security in an area not heavily guarded by Grimm, and we get to hang out with our sister team, sounds like it will be fun." Blake said as they were glad to have some sort of break in the year.

The last few weeks had been hectic, with missions coming in, and the Vytal Tournament being around the corner, so this mission was a welcome break that they all needed.

"But keep in mind, this isn't going to be a complete vacation, so Ruby don't even think about bringing anything related to games!" Weiss sternly reminded the girl.

"Aww, come on, if anything you should be telling that to Nora." She defended herself.

Team JNPR

"Ugggghhhh, this sucks!" Jaune was whining over the new X ray and Vav comic book.

"Whats the matter?" Pyrrha asked trying to see what had got him so bothered.

"They changed X ray's hair!" He said pointing to a page in the comic book.

"Uh….okay?" Ren asked wondering what the big deal was.

"He had nice long hair, but now they gave him some kind of hairdo that looks like something Cardin would have!" Jaune did not like this.

Wouldn't it have made more sense for them to make X ray's hair longer so it gave him the Demigod look?

To be honest, maybe he was thinking too much into it. He had no idea why he was taking this so personal. But it might have something to do with he was still trying to unwind from the stress of the last mission. Needless to say it had been a doozy, but the good news was their next one was going to be chill, and it was a joint mission. So they couldn't complain too much.

"Relax, Jaune, our break is coming up, just a week of relaxing recon and security in a safe area, it will be fun." Pyrrha reminded him as he calmed down.

"You're right, I don't know, that last mission sucked." He shivered as he remembered what happened.

They were told it was a simple mission, but in reality it ended up being a mission to fight off a Grimm Infestation that only experienced huntsman should have been handling. But noooo, instead they got stuck in a nine hour long battle. And it absolutely fucking sucked.

Granted, Jaune was pleased with how much his skills had improved as well as how well his team worked together, so it wasn't all bad. Granted, he didn't want to relive that moment anytime soon. But the point was, there is a silver lining to every dark cloud. Ren in the meantime was preparing for the trip, by packing numerous rations that would keep them running in case anything hectic did happen.

Nora in the meantime was packing all kinds of fun activities in her bag. Jaune had no idea how the fuck she was packing so many games in her pack, but as long as she had the proper packing list, he didn't care. Granted he was sure Team RWBY would tell him to reel Nora in and tell her to stop treating it like a beach vacation, but he couldn't tell her that, she was so adorable when she got excited, like a puppy!

Pyrrha was excited for the trip because chill missions like this where the teams could just bond with each other were a gift in themselves. Plus she would be lying if she wasn't going to try and use it to get closer to Jaune. She had this nagging feeling that maybe he was starting to warm up to her as something more than just friends. But she wasn't entirely sure, it could have been her own hopes and dreams clouding her judgement, so she wasn't going to go full force into this. She didn't want to creep him out and possibly ruin any chances she had with him. So she was going to ease into it, and maybe plant the seed in his mind that she wanted to be more than friends and team mates. But again, it was a challenge, he could be dumber than a bag of hammers. So that was a challenge in and of itself.

Yes, it was safe to say both teams were planning on a great vacation away from the stress of this year.

Who else could be having a great time?

Meanwhile on Earth

"HELL THE FUCK YES!" Specialist Jeremiah Cotton yelled out as he held his DD214 in hand.

"I can't believe it…after all this time, its finally here…." The document he held in his hands was better than gold and all the riches in the world.

It was the DD214 signifying his end of active duty. The end of his time in the army. Which meant he could go home and get away from the stress of the infantry.

"So its official, you have your freedom…" One of his buddies said as he stared at the newly released Specialist with Envy.

While the Army had numerous benefits, being in the infantry tended to suck the life out of you like you were Paris Hilton at a Def Leppard concert. Many would appreciate the struggles they went through later in life, but as of right now it sucked ass.

"No more field events, no more 0300 first calls, no more dumb ass layouts because some douchebag lost a Pro mask, I am a free man!" Jem said as he was happy for the oppurtunuity he now had.

"What are you doing to do on the outside?" Another buddy asked.

"Hey, I already got my trade school training from the programs I did while outprocessing, I have plenty of money saved up, and my student loans are gone, as far as I'm concerned, the sky is the limit!"

"Just be careful man, some people get out and spend all their money on stupid shit to celebrate, and then go broke within a few months." PFC Hillis said.

"I've never been broke." SPC Costantine said.

"Bitch you've been homeless!" PVT Snuffy said as it was true.

"Yeah but I was never broke!" In reality Constantine was a cheap bastard who would rather live in a tent all year round then spend money on an apartment or house.

"Look, we're not talking about that, we're talking about Cotton." His friends all stood up and bade him a farewell.

The last one to say goodbye was his old Platoon sergeant.

"Well Cotton, I'm impressed, you managed to get out of the army without a bad credit score, a kid, a divorce, or a muscle car you bought at 20% interest." When Jem had first shown up, he was surprised the kid wasn't a complete dumbass like most brand new privates.

"Wow that's some high praise from you." It wasn't the best of compliments but he would take what he would get.

"So, we all decided we would pitch in and get you a going away gift." One of his buddies came up with a box.

"Oh come on, I already told you guys, buying someone a plaque for finishing a contract is for officers."

"Oh trust me, its not a plaque." And with that they opened the box.

Only to reveal a green dildo with arms and eyes in chains with the base of it having a note saying.

"I can't hurt you anymore."

At this, Jem deadpanned.

"Really motherfucker? You got me a statue of the green weenie?" That was some sick shit.

"Yes." His buddies had sick grins on their face.

"So you mean to tell me, you're giving me a symbol of alllll the shitty times I had in the army?"

"Well of course, giving someone a plaque is stupid, this seemed much more appropriate."

"…..Ah fuck it, I love it." He said as he decided to take the statue.

Despite it being a symbol of getting fucked over by the long dick of the army, he appreciated the gesture behind it.

"So what now?" His friend asked.

"Now? I enjoy my freedom, and I already know what the first thing I'm going to do is." Jem said as they leaned forward.

"Drinking!"

"You idiot, you did that every day you were here anyways!"

"Well yeah, but this time I'm drinking out of happiness, not out of wanting to suck start a mortar tube everyday." He shot back.

"Oh yeah, fair enough." And with that, he said goodbye to the men of his platoon.

And he stepped into his piece of shit Dodge Dakota and took a deep breath.

"…..From now on, no more crazy adventures…."

Oh how wrong this poor deluded son of a bitch was.