The jet was surprisingly spacious for it's size. The centre had been designed to house a sleek ultra modern kitchen, equipped with enough supplies for cross kingdom journeys. The whole interior coursed with sky blue lines, sophisticated technology working to provide the ultimate in high end comfort transit. The decor was very Weiss, the sky blue lines must have been a customer choice, as they contrasted perfectly to the black leather seats in the cockpit. Militia stood with mouth agape, the technology on hand seemed like something out of one of Junior's bad movies.

"Do we have an AI?" Militia gushed, looking around at the kitchen and cockpit in excitement.

Ruby sighed, "No we don't have-"

A holographic face appeared between the two causing Militia to shriek in terrified joy, "Greetings! I am Gwen, your navigational aide! It's so nice to have you back Miss Rose!" The face chimed in it's hollow voice before Ruby could explain. "Welcome aboard Guest! Would you like to leave your name so I can remember you?"

"It's not an A-" Ruby tried to intervene.

"Militia Malachite!" She practically screamed, bouncing up and down. "Oh my dust I'm going to explore everything on this ship!"

Ruby gripped her wrist fiercely, her slender frame disrupting Gwen's hologram and forcing her to reappear behind the hooded huntress. "Militia, I love to touch stuff as much as you but this isn't ours."

"Aww but Ruby…" Mil pouted.

"No. Touchy." Ruby threw a duffel bag stuffed full of clothes at her head with such force she fell flat on her back. "Go get changed Mil, I'll need to set the destination." Ruby began folding out a piece of paper in Weiss' elegant handwriting. "If I can remember how…" She muttered as she planted herself in the cockpit.

"Would you require assistance finding the bathroom Militia?" Gwen asked, appearing on the fridge door with her strangely cold smile.

"No thank you Gwen. I'll just get changed here." Militia smiled.

"I was just thinking you wanted to explore the jet Miss Militia." Gwen countered beginning to fade.

"Which way is it?" Mil blurted only to find blue arrows appearing on the floor guiding her to the rear of the craft.

"Please input coordinates." Gwen chimed for the umpteempth time.

A small screen lit up with a map of the kingdoms. Red no fly lines intersecting throughout the map alongside golden lines indicating preset destinations. Weiss had said she'd programmed their route already, but Gwen disagreed. "Gwen, the screen wont take my coordinates."

"Apologies Miss Rose, perhaps an alternate method of selection would prove fruitful?" She droned.

"I want to go here." Ruby pointed at the screen.

"Processing. Destination accepted. Calculating routes. Routes calculated. Please select preferred route to destination." Gwen smiled as a web of white and silver lines sprang to life on the screen.

"Uhm…" Ruby managed, glancing backwards nervously toowards where Militia sturggled with her own problem.

"So what does all this even do Gwen?" Militia asked, staring at what looked to be a wall made of buttons.

"This is the cognitive processing unit; the CPU. This is the most highly advanced area of the ship." Gwen said from seemingly everywhere.

"So, this controls… Everything?" Militia smirked.

"Yes. Are you looking for a particular function Miss Malachite?"

"Let's activate the safety straps. Gwen…" Militia whispered with a mischievous grin, already shedding her clothe, the borrowed t shirt pulled over her head with ease. "Which button is that?"

A button close to the ceiling began to glow green. Militia reached her hand towards it just as the jet began to increase in altitude, a feeling much like the one she felt whenever Ruby touched her. Well if Ruby wanted her to meet her Mom, then it wouldn't hurt to satisfy her first.

With that thought she pushed the button, stepping out of her jeans nervously. Goosebumps exploded across her skin when she heard Ruby shriek from the cockpit.

Mel woke up slowly, blinking her eyes open as sleep left her. She was still pressed against Yang who had an arm draped over her stomach and another beneath her neck, she was warm and surrounded by the brawler's strength she felt safe, and of course they were still naked. The brawler stirred behind her nuzzling her face into Mel's neck."Hmmm you smell like sex." The brawler mumbled into the crook of her neck.

Mel chuckled. "I wonder why?" She replied sarcastically.

Yang sat up stretching languidly. "Mmmm nothing makes a morning better than a good fuck the night before..." She paused. "Well actually having fucked you makes it even better." Yang grinned leaning down to kiss Mel.

Mel wrapped her arms around Yang's neck and the brawler pulled her upright. "There's nothing better than sex with you, nothing is better than being with you." Mel punctuated the last three words with kisses, happily burying her face in the side of Yang's neck. She just loved how the brawler's short hair tickled her now.

Yang grinned and placed her hands on Mel's tight rear eliciting a squeak from the girl, using her grip she picked her up holding the smaller girl against her as she walked to the bathroom. "Well we can't just go walking around campus smelling like sex."

"What? Don't want people to know you got laid?" Mel asked teasingly.

"Ha! As if I wouldn't be bragging about it!" The brawler grinned.

They got in the shower together and this time it wasn't sexual, they were still satisfied from the night before and so they both washed mostly normally with a few more tender caresses and kisses than normal but without lustful rutting."Ha I guess we can go for more than a minute without caving to mindless fucking." Mel quipped at the brawler as they dried off.

"The day is young, plenty of time yet!" Yang grinned. "Besides if you want me you know just how to turn me on." Yang grinned gazing over Mels body.

Mel smirked evilly as she reached up and hooked a finger through the loop on Yang's collar pulling the brawler down until they were face to face, the dominant act causing Yang to blush. "Oh, yes I do"

Mel released Yang. "But not now, we do have other things to do today."

Yang took a second to compose herself before talking. "Yes, we need to go shopping to get you some clothes and other essentials."

"Yes, and then training, I've got the best coach I could ask for to prep for the initiation test."

Yang smiled fondly. "Of course, I just know you'll be a great huntress."

Mel smiled back fondly looking up into the brawlers lilac eyes. "I love you."

Yang cupped her chin leaning down to kiss her affectionately. "I know, I love you too."

"Gwen let me go!" Ruby grumbled, kicking the underside of the controls as if Gwen would actually feel it. Instead the smiling face appeared on the displays surrounding the pilot seat.

"I apologise Miss Rose; but Miss Militia requested the security straps be activated." The robot voice didn't really get human tone. It sounded more gloating than it did sympathetic and the laughter that carried through the jet was definitely gloating.

"Mil, tell Gwen to let me go!" She demanded, working hard to restrain her temper.

"I'm sorry mistress… but I would be a horrible girlfriend if I didn't make sure you were safe and secure." Militia ran a hand through her hair, moving in front of her mistress as naked as the day she was born. "Wouldn't want you to like, get hurt or anything." She dropped to her knees while Ruby's breath caught in her throat.

Militia just smiled, licking her lips in anticipation as she moved Ruby's panties aside. Savouring the chance to let off some steam before "meeting the family."

"Mil… it's not the." She struggled to continue as Militia started performing her duty. "Best time…"

Militia nibbled her clit causing Ruby to let out a grand sequence of squeals. The restraints the only thing stopping her from grinding her pussy against her girlfriend's face. "What do you mean Ruby?" Mil asked sweetly, her fingers teasing Ruby's entrance as she looked up at Ruby with doe eyes. "I didn't think you'd want to be all horny when I met your Mom." She began sliding her finger in and out of Ruby, almost absentmindedly pushing Ruby closer to the edge in the midst of their conversation.

"I… don't think you." She moaned, unable to hold it back. The conflicting emotions within her battling to come to the fore, her body demanded she shut up and let Militia please her, but her heart couldn't feel antyhing but disgust. She was going to see her mother and here she was fucking her girlfriend when she should be crying… what was wrong with her?

"Militia. Stop." Ruby said, cold steel entering her voice. Her eyes were wet, but she couldn't stop now. She had to speak up. "My Mom's dead." She whispered, shivering despite the piles of restraints. The shame of allowing herself to be pleasured was sickening, bile physically rose in her throat as someone far away spoke.

The restraints around her disappeared in a blur of black motion and instead she was wrapped in a tender hug. Militia was stroking her hair as she cried… just like she used to. All the confidence and bravado, all the certainty with which she had planned the trip melted away the mute Militia tried to make it fun.

Seeing her shouldn't be fun. She should be sad because she's gone. She should be a better daughter. She shouldn't be like this. She should be stronger, she should be living life… she should be everything.

She couldn't. She couldn't do it. She couldn't be perfect like Weiss. She couldn't be quietly somber like Blake and she couldn't make herself happy all the time like Yang. She was just a regular girl. She wasn't perfect she wasn't tough enough to survive in a slum. She just wanted to help people… She just wanted to be the hero. She just wanted her Mom.

Militia listened to her sobs, understanding them. She had cried and cursed the world many times. Everything Ruby said; every half word every tearful scream merged together to form a picture of her Mistress she couldn't have cobbled together without this breakdown.

She gave herself to everyone; as a sister or friend and even to Militia as a lover. But she was still finding herself, she was so young and innocent. But a Huntress' life had only widened the hole inside her. The space where her mother's death dwelled untouched and festering, Ruby hated that part of herself. The piece of her that grieved, she hated the fact she hated it. She felt guilty for not mourning her Mother every day, but thought the only way to be the Heroine was to ignore it.

"I can't people… I can't help anyone. I'm just too weak. I'm crying like a baby…." She muttered as Militia took both her hands in hers.

"Ruby. Grieving is natural, but so is moving on." She reassured, tears beginning to run down her face as Ruby's puffy eyes searched her face for answers. "You've helped so many people. Jaune, Blake, Weiss, Yang and probably a hundred other people since you started Beacon." She pulled Ruby to her feet unceremoniously, again surprised at how someone so small could fight like she did. "You helped me most of all Ruby. Mel and I have a life now. You brought us to Beacon and gave us… everything. You and your sister loved us for who we were. You complete me Ruby and I can't wait to meet your Mom." They were clutching each other, sobbing quietly. They hadn't even picked a destination yet… but they were finally getting somewhere.