Any readers out there got a working time machine? Volume Three seriously can't get here fast enough so here I am writing this humble piece of fanfiction. That and after seeing all the other stories people have written I thought why not give it a shot. This story takes place immediately after Episode Seven of Volume Two.

I do not own anything. RWBY belongs to Rooster Tooth.

Chapter 1: A Rude Awakening

"The simple rule about weapons is that if they can be built, they will be built."

-Robert Cringely

"YANG! YANG! YANG! YANG!"

Yang's blood boiled with excitement as the crowd continued chairing. Not for any of the other racers but for her alone. They wanted her to win. They wanted her to be the one to cross the finish line. She didn't plan on disappointing them.

Bumblebee soared past the other bikes as nothing but a yellow blur leaving all the other racers with shocked expressions on their faces. How the hell were they losing!? They were professionals! They've been racing for years yet somehow they were losing to their young, hot newcomer. It was unreal!

"I'll see you guys in the winner's circle!" Yang shouted over the roar of engines and the crowd. Whatever the other racers shouted was lost, not that Yang cared about what they had to say either way.

Another turn and she was right behind the leader. For the briefest second he glanced behind to him see Yang's brilliant yellow motorcycle coming up behind him at an alarming speed. Even through his helmet Yang could see the fear. In return she only grinned before hitting the throttle on Bumblebee. The distance between them seemed to vanish in a span of seconds. Soon it was ten feet, then six, and at last they were side by side. The rider sneered at the blond through his helmet muttering some incomprehensible words. In return Yang gave him one of the biggest grins she could muster.

She was in front of the pack with the crowd practically falling out of their seats for him. Their cheering nearly drove her deaf however it spurred her onward towards the finish line which had come into sight.

"YANG! YANG! YANG! YANG!"

Almost there. She thought. Just a little closer. Just a little more…

How she was able to tell she wasn't sure but somehow Yang had noticed a change in the cheering. It wasn't filled with joy and excitement. It sounded more like fear and panic.

"YANG! YANG! YANG! YANG! YANG! YANG!"

"Huh?" Easying up Yang allowed her concentration to turn to the spectators. The stands seemed so far away when she took her eyes off the road. Stranger, she noticed the absence of her fellow racers. Surely she hadn't left them that far behind had she?

"YANG! WAKE UP! YANG!"

Bringing her attention back to her front a sharp gasp escaped her lips when she saw the ground split apart right before her eyes. There was no time to stop or turn around. All she could do was stare in open eyed horror as she speed towards the ever growing drop. She braced herself for the impact. When it came she didn't feel any pain.

Instead all she saw was a swift wave darkness rush forward then all her senses went dull.

The first thing Yang saw when she opened her eyes were Blake's amber irises widened in sheer fear and panic. "Blake! What is it!? What's going on!?" Her partner's figure was shaking, scratch that Yang could feel herself shaking like someone was rocking their bed back and forth.

"EARTHQUAKE!" She heard Ruby's fear-laced voice scream.

"WHAT!?"

Without a word Blake grabbed Yang's harm and hulled her aside as their bed collapse into a mass of wood, and mattress sheets. Hitting the floor Yang discovered much to her horror the entire room was shaking. Bookshelves and desks were falling to the floor, cracks were rapidly forming in the widow along with some parts of the floor. Frantically she searched the room to find her teammates grabbing anything they could before making a bee-line for the door. Now fully awake Yang took the lead and broke the door down using her shoulder as a battering ram.

Beyond their dorm room team RWBY saw their normally quiet hallway was now filled with countless students stumbling into the hallway with similar expressions on their faces. There was barely any room left as every student was either pushing for room or squished against the crumbling walls. Pieces of stone, plaster, lights, and pieces of metal pelted the amassed students causing them to scream even louder.

"What the hell do we do!?" One student shrieked followed by countless others voicing their fear.

In the midst of the chaos the four girls caught team JNPR attempting to push through the masses. Pyrrha pushed aside enough students to the point she was able to stand just a peak above the chaos to speak. "EVERYONE TO THE DINING HALL NOW!"

Immediately the chaotic mass regained some form of order and began heading for the nearest exit. This wasn't easy as pieces of the ceiling continued to fall. Some students took a few blows to the head while others in less vital spots, either way they were quite a few Hunters and Huntresses in training dropping to the floor. Those that fell were either trampled by their fellow students who were too scared to help them or received minimal aid from any who did try to help them. Calls for help blurred together with screams of fear creating a scene of utter despair for almost everyone within the vicinity. Briefly Yang thought about pushing through the crowd to help but then she realized that meant abandoning her own teammates. She was the one leading the way for them with Weiss dragging Ruby and Blake along.

"Oh shit!"

The loudest cracking Yang had heard in the few minutes she'd been awake hit her ears. Turning her attention towards the ceiling she saw a large piece of the ceiling begin to come down on top of the masses. Yang cursed herself wishing she'd had Ember Celia with her to blast apart the piece of rumble. Instead all she and her teams could do was watch it come tumbling down like a hammer on their classmates.

The girls heard a swift gasp roll through the crowd that seemed to quell the chaos a little. In the dim darkness Blake peered forward expecting to see a large slap of the ceiling having smashed her classmates into past. Instead she got something she never expected to see.

Strain clearly written on his face was Cardin Winchester holding up the slab. "Move it! Do any of you idiots want to get crushed?!" He yelled attempting to push the slap to the side so the others could get there.

As quickly as the shock had disappeared it returned in the fear filled teenagers surging forward. Ruby picked a side by the wall and ushered people through while her teammates did the same. It was hectic to say the least as the four girls were nearly smushed into the wall by the fleeing crowd. Once enough had passed through team RWBY along with Cardin dashed forward to catch up the rest of the group. To their surprise they found parts of the ceiling had stopped falling, suspended in midair.

"Professor Goodwitch!?" Ruby called believing it to be the work of their strict but fair teacher.

"Forget it Ruby! Just keep moving!" Weiss barked grabbing her hand and pushing forward.

It was speculated the dining hall was never meant to hold the entire body of Beacon at the same time. That turned out to be true when teams RWBY, JNPR, and CRDL made it to the dining hall to find it just as packed as the halls were. Students were asking for directions from their teachers who were just as confused and panic-stricken as they were. Not only that but almost everyone is sight were still in their pajamas, including the headmaster.

"Everyone get under the tables or anything that's bolted to the ground!" Headmaster Ozpin declared as the chamber was hit by another quake.

If RWBY thought the hallways were packed then that was nothing compared to what they had to endure that moment. While true they were countless tables to hide under each table had to shield at least thirteen people each. There was grunting and cursing as the hundreds of students struggled to make room for each other as the whole academy seemed to be coming down on top of them.

Besides her Yang heard Blake grunt in disapproval as various bodies pushed against hers, some in her face and others in more…private areas. Yang felt sorry for her partner, she never was one for physical contact and this situation was practically the worst thing that could happen to her. In the darkness she could make out Ruby's confused face as she experienced a similar predicament. If Blake wasn't a peoples person than Ruby didn't have a lick of social grace in her body. She wasn't faring any better having some many unknown faces and body parts pushed against her. As Yang expected Weiss handled it the best, only showing minor discomfort at having her personal space invaded, what surprised her was when she reached over and grasped Ruby's hand to let her know she was right there with her.

"Well at least when all this is over we'll be able to say this mess brought us all closer together right guys?" She quipped.

"Oh God!"

"Really Xiao Long! At a time like this!"

"Yang please!"

"Now's not the time for your bad puns blondie!"

"She's got a point though. I definitely feel closer to everyone here."

Despite the situation Yang couldn't hold the laugh building in her throat when she heard someone agree with her. "Thanks!"

Yang searched the darkness for the face of the person that had responded to her comment. Sadly since she didn't have the same night vision Blake did so all the blond brawler could do was listen.

Everyone was scared. She heard whispers of reassurance as well as prayers coming from all sides. Yang wasn't the time for the former but she certainly understood the later.

"Beacon is reinforced to withstand earthquakes right?" A male voice asked.

"It should be. Top school for training Hunters and Huntresses, it'd be a crime it if it wasn't." A female voice answered.

"God I hope Grainia is okay." Another male voice whimpered, this one containing a noticeable amount of fear.

"I'm sure she's fine Neil. Besides she's been through worse, remember that time when-"

"No, I'd rather not Izaak. I'm already stressed out enough. The hell I'd want to remember what that bastard did to her."

Yang had to admit her interest had been peaked listening to the exchange. Whoever this person was they certainly doing their best to keep it together.

RUMBLE!

…

Twenty minutes someone had said. That's how long the earthquake and its aftershocks had lasted. All the chattering had died down replaced by a collective silence that seemed suffocating. At least that's what it felt like for Yang. Silence was never her forte but this, this was slowly becoming torture.

…

"I-Is it over yet?" Jaune's quiet voice broke the silence.

"Possibly!" One of the voices Yang heard earlier responded.

"How the hell do you know?" A student sneered.

"Trust me pal, he's good at this stuff." Another of the voices called. "Anyone here with advanced hearing or vibration sensing?"

Yang turned to face Blake. "Well?"

Blake seemed just as surprised as she was. "The hairs on my back aren't standing on end so…yeah, I think it's over."

Even after the confirmation nobody dared make a move nor did anyone speak a word. Well to be honest that wasn't entirely true. To her left Yang heard what she could positively identify as humming.

"What the hell are you doing?" Dove Bronzewing questioned.

"Takes your mind off the silence right?"

Who is this guy? Yang thought wishing for some light and clarity.

More whispers began to prevail through the silence much to Yang's joy. "Finally we can come move again."

Just as she began to push through a sudden quake rocked the lobby…again.

RUMBLE!

Yang and several others cursed before retreating back to safety.

"Wait a minute," Blake started her eyes widening. "This is coming from outside."

Blake was right. Various students looked around realizing not the the shaking was coming from a specific direction. it was coming from the direction of the doors.

First the teachers went out followed by the students. For the most part the sky was still dark with only small rays of sunlight peeking out over the horizon. The courtyard wasn't in pretty shape: small cracks had opened in the ground, all the statues lay in broken hemps, and most disturbingly several large sinkholes had appeared all over the courtyard.

"Umm are those natural?" Jaune questioned while clenching Crocea Mors.

"No…" One of the professors whispered terrified.

Several sights of eyes widen as they recognized what had created the ten feet wide holes. "Shit! Everyone get back!"

Too late.

For half a second Yang could feel the vibrations under her bare feet then they were gone. In the same time she heard the startled cries of students and the sound of the earth splitting up right behind her.

SWOOSH!

Doing a three-sixty Yang had to jump back once her eyes caught sight of the eight tall mole-like creature standing just before her. Blood dripped down its bone white claws and was splattered across its forearms. It roared then took another swipe a still shocked group of students giving Yang and her team a good luck at is face. A bone white mask with amber colored orbs for and red designs snaked along its masked face and snout.

"Subterra!"

Another set of students went down, splattering their classmates with their blood.

Rage replaced whatever drowsiness Yang may have had. Snarling in fury she launched a powerful right cross at the Grimm's turned backside. Her fist sank into its dark body causing it to howl in pain. Another two caused it to turn its attention towards her. Just as Yang braced herself for the Subterra's assault its body went rigid. A sharpened blade protruded from behind it before moving upward, splitting the Grimm in half. Standing before Yang was a very pissed off mint green haired female just a little shorter than Yang holding a double-ended spear.

"DEFEND THE ACADEMY!" Professor Port cried.

And with that every student surged into battle against the emerging Subterra horde. By every student I mean those students that actually had their weapons with them.

It was laughable in a way. Beacon Academy students were trained to slay Grimm, any kind, anywhere, and at any given time they may appear. Or at least that's what everyone thinks. The problem was an overwhelming majority of the academy's residents weren't just in their pajamas, half of them had forgot to grab their weapons when they ran out of their dorms.

The Subterra didn't hold back, they swept their claws in wide, wild arcs that left at least one or two students dead on the pavement or on the ground screaming in pain. Those that weren't fast enough found themselves missing limbs or had twenty inch long claws taking a run through their bodies.

The courtyard, a once quiet and thriving place had become a scene of chaos and horror as dawn continued to break over the horizon. Students of all levels screamed and bellowed in both fear and rage as they pounced on the Grimm invading their home. Hundreds of multi-colored blades flashed as they cut through lumps of dark matter while cartridges and shell casings began to litter the ground. Flashes of muzzles lit up the darkness like dozens of fireworks going off at once, each illuminating the twisted faces of the combatants.

While the earthquake may have been over the ground continued shaking from the extensive digging being done by the Subterra. That was the primary strength of the mole-like species of Grimm, they could dig a mile long tunnel in less than a minute. Those that had studied this ability shouted it out to their comrades.

Some students were fast enough to avoid their underground attacks, others weren't so lucky. One minute a classmate was right with you and the next there was a shriek followed by sudden silence.

Those students lacking weapons fell back behind the doors of Beacon. No matter how skilled they may have been without their weapons all they would be is cannon fodder and a distraction to their classmates. No matter how veiled shame was written on each of their faces for not being able to help protect their home. All save for a few.

Yang was among the few who had forgotten their weapons in their dorms when the earthquake happened. It was a stupid mistake but she didn't let that stop her. Every time her fists met the ink black flesh of a Grimm they howled in pain. She didn't need Ember Celia to kill them, all she needed was the use of her fists. All the absence of her weapon meant was that she'd have to aim for their ugly faces. How hard could that have been?

"You disgusting monsters!" She yelled driving her fist directly into a Subterra's face. A second suffered a similar fate and a third lost its head to an upper cut. "Come and get me! I'll take you all on right here!"

CRACK!

Jumping to her left she watched a larger than average Subterra emerge from the ground, a dead student's limp body impaled on its right paw. Upon seeing Yang it quickly threw the corpse aside and began advancing towards her.

"You bastard." She snarled having watched the creature's heartless disposal of the body. When it lunged she jumped back then surged forward with a left jab bound for its face. The Subterra blocked her jab with the raising of its arm then followed with a downward swipe. Yang was fast enough to avoid having any strands of her hair cut off but that didn't make her any less mad. Throwing a right jab she watched the Subterra stumble backwards, clearly winded by her punch. If I had my weapon all I'd have to do is punch this thing in the stomach and boom problem solved! She reflected releasing a barrage of blows onto the Grimm's abdomen. None of them were doing the exact amount of damage she was hoping for so she figured she'd have to aim at the area that would hurt the most; the face of course.

The Subterra dove underground leaving its brethren to attack Yang in a mass frenzy.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

Yang recognized the flash of Gambol Shroud's muzzle anywhere. She saw Blake making her way towards her caring something in her palms. Just as she was about to make her way to her dark haired partner she felt the earth tremble beneath her feet. "Shit!"

The next thing Yang knew she was hanging upside down, staring into the face of a very pissed off Subterra. "Ah shit this is bad." Yang groveled struggling to break free.

Just as the Grimm raised its claws to deliver what Yang expected to be her death blow a piece of concrete slammed into its back. The moment it was in pain was all Yang needed to kick herself free.

Landing a crouched position then springing forward with an uppercut she heard a distinctive crack from its neck. It stood on its hind legs for about another half second before falling flat on its back dead.

"As pleasing as it would be to see you kill half these things bare handed I think things will be easier with these." Blake held up a familiar pair of yellow bracelets in her hand.

Not being able to contain the joy Yang felt she wrapped both her arms around her feline company. "Ah Blake! Where would I be without you watching my back?"

A small smile found its way to Blake's face. "Making incredibly lame puns nonstop with no one to control you?"

Still smiling Yang activated her beloved Ember Celia. Now she was awake. Now she was going to make the mammal-based Grimm pay in blood for giving her what was probably one of the worst mornings of her life.

Almost four hours had passed since Yang was awoken and now here she was tracking through the remains of what she was told was downtown Vale City. She'd spent almost an hour searching the runs of their room for something to wear, just barely managing to drag out her Huntress uniform. Now it was sullied with enough dirt and tears it made Yang wonder if she'd just have to get a new one. Sighing she stopped to glance in the direction of Beacon.

"All students are to head out into the city and assist anywhere they can with search and rescue." The headmaster had ordered.

Before him lay the shell-shocked, blood splattered, fear-ridden entirety of Beacon Academy. No one was unscathed, not even the headmaster himself. Pleading eyes looked at him with fear, anger, and uncertainty. Tearing his eyes away from the masses for a moment he spotted the smokey columns rising from city.

"Every able-bodied man and woman will provide aid wherever they can. If you should come across a situation requiring serious assist relay it over the communications network on your Scroll. Any suspicious activity is to be reported as well. Armed retaliation against looters or attackers is fully authorized." His paused to look out at the thousands before him. Behind his thin glasses Ozpin's eyes seemed to gaze right into the heart of every person present. "The Vale City you all know is gone and it's up to each and every one of you to help restore it! Dismissed!"

No one shouldn't have been surprised when they flew over the city yet a gasp could be heard from almost everyone on board the Bullheads including the pilots. Beacon was a well-fortified building, most of the structures in the city weren't.

Nearly every building lay in a collapsed hemp on the sides of broken, upturned roads. Cracks provided decent views into the sewer system below the city with countless objects lying in the dirty water. Some of them were car parts, some parts of buildings, many could spot bodies floating right alongside each of them.

Once the airships touched down every one literally broke off to do their part. Many teams flat out split up to cover more ground. That was how Yang found herself walking through the streets calling out for anyone who could use her help. When no one answered all she could do was grumble or take her frustration out on the nearest piece of rubble.

"Perfect! Just freakin perfect!" She yelled kicking a slap of concrete aside. To say her morning was awful would have been an understatement. Wake up to an earthquake, have Grimm invade the Academy, watch a quarter of my classmates get killed, I don't get to do my hair or anything, and now I'm here searching through the rumble and it's not even ten yet! She'd had worse mornings but this one was definitely giving it its best run for the position. "What else could go wrong?"

…

"…I guess not." Yang somewhat marveled looking around.

Yang didn't notice the rocks moving on their own until she saw them moving on their own. At first she didn't quit know what to make of it until they sailed over her head, hitting the side of a broken arch way. Pieces of wood, dust and concrete shaving came crashing over her head.

Footsteps followed the crash growing louder and louder until a young man no older than yang herself came into view. "Ah crap I'm sorry about that! Are you o…kay?" His voice grew quieter and quieter as he saw the look in Yang's eyes.

Nothing serious had fallen on the brawler's head though her hair was now covered in a layer of dust turning it from golden yellow into a somewhat ugly mustard yellow color. Her shoulders weren't spared either as they too had layers of dust and rock sprinkled all over them. Another crick resounding from the broken arch way as it totally collapsed right beside Yang, but not before raining down another small stream of debris on top her head.

"…"

"…I'm so sorry about that. I didn't see ya there."

"…"

"Um…you aren't hurt are you?"

Yang's eyes had grown to an unnatural proportion. For a split second the boy briefly wondered if the girl had stopped breathing given the stillness of her body. When he opened his mouth to speak again then erupted. "YOU'RE DEAD!"

Flames exploded from the brawler's body burning away all the debris that had landed on her. Ember Celia activated in a blink, rounds loaded in the chamber as Yang's fist sailed towards the boy's fear-ridden face.

Again, with her anger taking control Yang wasn't thinking. In her mind she simply saw the youth's face cringe in fear as her fist got closer and closer. Then…nothing.

"Huh?" Something was wrong. His face wasn't twisted in pain, he wasn't missing any teeth! Hell, he was still standing exactly where he was when she spotted him! Furiously she tried to push her fist forward only to find it wouldn't budge. She couldn't move a muscle in her body, speaking of which Yang felt like a set of light weights had been attached to her entire body, almost weighing her down.

The boy's face was no longer twisted in fear, instead it was focused in caution. He held up both his hands before speaking, "Before you pound me into a naturally made grave can I tell you from the bottom my heart I'm sorry and what happened was an accident?" When Yang snarled in return he bowed his head slightly. "Totally my fault. I can tell you've had a bad morning. I'm a total jerk for making it worse. I owe you something. Anything you want. On the grounds I get to keep my head and all my teeth. Deal?"

What Yang wanted to shout was "Screw that! I want your blood for ruining my hair!" but alas, her jaw muscles were just as paralyzed as the rest of her body.

"Seriously, anything you want I'll do it."

Damn it I knew I shouldn't have said anything stupid! Guy's got me trapped so I might as well agree. How she wasn't sure but somehow the boy understood her angry groan as a yes and thus released her. What the hell was that anyway? His Semblance? Yang briefly thought…right before taking a slug at him.

Her fist stopped inches before it could reach his face.

"Hunter-in-training's honor." He spoke with utmost seriousness on his face.

Normally Yang didn't let anyone get away with ruining her hair, not even Ruby yet, for this boy she'd make an exception on an account she had a job to do and she was too tired to give him a thrashing. "Fine. Apology accepted."

With his hold on her released Yang was able to give release an aggravated shout into the air. Her voice carried a good bit of volume to it as several splinters broke off the broken edges of buildings leaning on their sides.

In front of her the boy gave a nervous laugh before holding out his hand. "Again I'm sorry about your hair. I'm Izaak, Izaak Egilson."

Casting a glance in his direction Yang took notice of the boy's appearance. He was maybe at first glance about five-eleven with a lean but built body. His hair was odd as it was incredibly unruly and almost reached the bottom of his neck, completely covering his ears from view. Its color was a bronze-like brown that stood somewhat in contrast to her own golden colored hair. Looking into his hazel colored eyes Yang was somewhat taken back to see small traces of silver around the rim she easily dismissed as just a trick of looking too hard.

His attire didn't exactly scream adventurous nor was it some flashy set of armor. He wore dark brown colored pants with tawny colored hiking boots with a series of arrows running down the right leg. Two belt buckles cress crossed the around his waist, both held pouches. The high collar jacket was brown and gray with purple trims around the edges and collar, its sleeves topped at the elbows. On the sleeves was a circular symbol Yang guess to be his emblem while strapped to his back was a metallic object she knew as his weapon. Apparently he had a thing for circles, his entire shirt had various circular designs all over the front. He wore no combat gloves, just simple wrist bands, a purple one on his right and a black one on his left.

Sizing him up Yang was surprised she didn't sense any sort of over-blown masculinity or physical intensity. Instead she recognized the voice, it was the same one from the earlier morning. "Yang Xiao-Long." She finally answered begrudgingly shaking his head. "You were the guy humming during the earthquake this morning weren't you?"

"Yep. Didn't make you feel uncomfortable did it? Actually you don't seem like the kind of person to get unnerved by something like that are you?"

"A little tremor? No way. Now as for this…" She waved her arms around the destroyed area. "This is depressing! Last night I had an awesome time and then I wake up to this!"

"Could be worse." Izaak stated.

Fixing him with a glare Yang felt the urge to punch him return. "How do you figure that?"

He shrugged his shoulders with both hands in his pocket. "You could have not woken up at all."

"…Good point." Yang admitted lessening her glare. "How's your morning been?"

"Eh, so-so. This is actually my first official day at Beacon."

"You're a transfer?" Yang asked amazed.

"Yep, my team got here yesterday afternoon."

Now Yang felt a small enclave of pity towards Izaak. "That means you-"

CRACK!

Both teenagers jumped at the sound of the steel and concrete breaking a part in the distance. Being pulled out of their little conversation brought them both back to the reality they were standing in a disaster zone with lives likely hanging in the balance.

"Is it okay if I help you out? It'll make work faster." Izaak offered sending her a sideways glance.

In return Yang cast the boy something of a wolfish grin. "Just as long as you don't mess up my hair again."

Cranes. There were times when Jaune had taken the large machines for granted, thought them nothing more than simple pieces of machinery. Now he realized they could be life (and back) savers.

He'd lose count of the number of reports flying in about people trapped in buildings. When he first heard them a part of him gulped at the thought. While there were a lot of ways to go, he believed being buried alive was one of the worst. More so if you had to be sleeping while you died.

He and his team had already helped dig out several people who be fallen such fate, cursing himself for not arriving sooner.

Currently he, his team, Ruby, Weiss, and several other students were doing their best to dig out a dozen or so people trapped under the remains of a collapsed apartment building. To say it was back breaking work would have been an understatement. He could barely lift his own weight, what he was currently trying to lift might as well have been an eighteen wheeler.

His teammates were having similar trouble. Ren was built like Jaune, strength not being their strong suit. Nora was doing her best with her bare hands (after being told explicitly not to use Magnhild ). Several times he'd heard Pyrrha wishing her Semblance worked on wood, glass, and concrete. Weiss and Ruby had the best luck out of everyone, Weiss froze a few pieces of debris and Ruby cracked it apart with her scythe. The problem was they were moving at a snail's pace.

"Shouldn't we have something like air support for this sort of thing?" Jaune asked Ren sitting down to rest his back.

"As appealing as the idea is all the airships are being used for transportation. Besides," Ren stood up to straight out his back with a groan. "Even if we did have a crane where would we put it and how would we move it?"

Groaning Jaune looked down at his bloody and dust covered hands. Sighing he prepared himself for another round of futile struggling until he felt a hand on his shoulder. The next thing he knew he could have sworn he was looking a hawk or eagle right in the eye.

"You need a heavy lifter right?"

"Y-Yeah."

"Consider it done."

Pulling back Jaune realized he wasn't looking a bird in the eye, he was looking a teenage boy, one a good deal taller than him in the eye.

Walking up to the rubble the boy pulled a strap loose from his jacket and two bird-like wings expanded from holes in his sleeveless jacket. Jaune wasn't the only one startled, many other students and workers stepped back in shock. Walking up to the rubble he planted both his hands on the pieces and began to pull. Almost effortlessly he lifted the chunks and hurled them far away, continuing the process with absolutely no interest in the countless eyes gocking at him.

"Well you did say you wanted a weight lifter." Weiss quipped with her arms crossed.

In just a few short minutes the mysterious Faunus had excavated a nice hole from which many of the trapped survivors began to crawl through. Some of them stopped in their tracks when they saw him overhead. Again he paid them no mind and simply turned to Jaune, giving him a wide grin and thumbs up. His figure was almost the opposite of Jaune's own physique: deeply tanned skin, well-developed muscles, scars over his torso, ink black hair with dyed multi-colored strips, and piercing orange eyes.

"I really wish he'd stop doing that." A new female groaned. "Does he want to get mobbed again?"

Turning their heads team JNPR, Ruby, and Weiss saw two teenagers heading their way. The girl had a shapely figure with olive green hair that reached just an inch past the bottom of her neck and gray-green eyes. The boy was just a tad taller than her with charcoal gray hair that spiked in the back then downwards towards the front. Even from a distance they could see two strands crossing on the bridge of his nose forming an x in between his gray-blue eyes. The girl's expression was slightly annoyed while the boy's was much more relaxed.

Walking up to Jaune the blond couldn't deny the girl had a shapely body. Tall, lean, and with olive skin Jaune had to pinch himself when she began talking.

"We're here to help out. The uptown area's collapsed and after we finish here we're to go there."

"G-Got it."

Turning her gaze the avian-Faunus she pointed towards the surrounding structures on the verge of collapse. "Chicahua!"

"Already on it Olivia!" He retorted flying off.

"Pretty bold teammate you guys have got." Weiss remarked watching the boy fly.

"He tends to do that. Frankly it saves us a lot of trouble." The gray haired boy said. "Name's Neil, this is Olivia, the other guy's Chicahua. We're new here."

"New? Then uh…Welcome to Beacon I guess." Jaune stammered.

The boy shrugged, crouching down he began offering his hand to those attempting to crawl out. "So are morning usually like this around here?"

Author's note: How was the first chapter? Hopefully I've gotten things off to a decent start. While yes this story is going to be a romance It's going to be progressive one. Obviously it's going to diverge from the canon however certain events will play out albeit a little differently.