Save the world? Fuck that, I want to make money! (RWBY SI) ch 55

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The truck pulled up into the corner alley, its engines sputtering as it showed its age. A outlier considering the glitz and glamour that was out of it. The world had changed. New technologies both mundane and wonderful had sprouted. Remnant had been connected so much more than ever thanks to the Royal and Imperial satellite network. A sheepherder in the deserts of Vacuo could be connected to a outback rider in Menagerie in a matter of minutes. The Royal and Imperial Company had reached heights that its previous founders could barely dream of what with its numerous subsidiaries. With Royal and Imperial Entertainment, it sponsored the rising of the arts that brought new creative ideas to the public consciousness and created video game programs that had been the bane of many parents everywhere. Royal and Imperial Foods and Drink brought the best cuisines of the planet to a much more wider audience allowing even the most isolated villager the opportunity to sample the worlds faire. But despite the successes of its companies, it was little compared to Royal and Imperial's true bread and butter.

Weapons.

From the smallest pistol held in the hand of a lowly criminal to the assassin that stalked their prey in the night, to the stalwart Frontiersman holding his own against a charge of Grimm to the formidable soldier rushing to the latter's rescue, Royal and Imperial has armed all to the point that its guns have reached such a wide circulation regulations fail in letting it fall to the right hands. Again inside the van, it was cramped both from the passengers that sat on its tight corners to the numerous heavy laden crates that sat in its centre. It made the van look heavy from the outside but it fit the camouflage, its sides having been painted with the logo of a delivery company. "Smuggling this in was quick," a voice remarked with relief. The speaker was male, young and clad in the best fashion money could buy. He was human, with cream-coloured skin and blonde hair.

"Thank the Gods Valean Police is incompetent," his companion remarked. She was a faunus, with short-cropped brown hair and twinkling green eyes.

"They're more ruthless than competent, that's for sure." A third voice joined in. "And hopelessly corrupt in this side of the city." He was young too, with sharp features and a Mistrali style dress. "Once this is over, I am going to party." He sighed. He had seen flashes of the nightlife as they drove here and he was going to take advantage of the fact.

The three froze as a hidden compartment opened and in peeked deep Turqouise eyes. The shadow of a hat was atop them with the company's logo. "Did I hear that correctly, Lin? You're just here to party?"

Lin froze. He quickly raised his hands up. "Nononono, I am here to serve the cause! Promise!"

Turqouise eyes narrowed at Lin then scanned the other two who quickly straightened up. "That goes for the rest of you. We are here to serve the cause. You are here because of the sacrifice of our comrades in Mistral. Do not shame them."

"Understood, sir." the three replied quickly. Red Eyes gave them one last glare before he shut off the hidden compartment. He turned away on his seat, grumbling as the van turned into a dead end corner, hidden from the main street. Ahead was a bright gaudy sign depicting a scantily-clad woman winking. Garish, yes. But no one really thought twice of a brothel in one of Vale's poorest neighbourhoods. "Alright. Let's get our cargo out," Turqouise Eyes ordered as the driver shut off the engines. The door swung open and just as if it was practiced, the door to the brothel joined in.

Out came a man in a white suit and a bowler hat, with orange-red hair and heavy set green eyes. He walked with a comfortable gait that seemed arrogant to the easily offended. Those people said man had a delight in poking the buttons of. "Ahhhh, there we go. I have been waiting!" Roman Torchwick greeted Turqouise Eyes as he stood up. "It only took you and your friends one and a thousand years to get here."

"We had to avoid the Sentinel checkpoints," Turqouise Eyes replied. "They see all, you know."

Royal and Imperial was not the only company that enjoyed the seeming Golden Age Remnant was undergoing. Sentinel was Vale's answer to the Atlesian Knight. Autonomous, deadly, and armed with the best Vale's industries could provide, the Council was slowly filtering the city with them.

"I could go past them and be in home just in time for dinner," Roman said dismissively. He then shrugged his shoulders as he saw Turqouise Eyes refused to rise to him. "Anyway, have your buddies take the weapons inside. We have a revolution to ferment after all."

"You're only here for money. Don't even talk as if you care about what we do," Turqouise Eyes said scathingly. Roman looked shock, he clutched his heart in seeming pain, ignoring the strange looks his men were sending his way.

"Oh, you hurt me! You do! I care about this wonderful revolt as much as you do!" Roman sighed in despondent pain. Turqouise Eyes turned away, watching as his men handled the heavy boxes with care. Roman snorted, walking up to stand next to him.

"You lovely gentlemen and lady do your highly illegal and highly treasonous acts to your loathsome selves," Roman said, tapping Turqouise Eye's on his shoulder with his cane. He pat the cane away quickly.

"Don't touch me," Turqouise Eyes growled. But by then, Roman was already walking away. "Where do you think you are going?"

"You aren't my only client, you know," Roman said dryly. Turqouise Eyes merely stared at him before looking away, contenting himself with overseeing the transfer of guns. Roman shrugged his shoulders and marched off. Vale had seemingly been on someone's shit-list considering the amount of heat that was slowly being gathered. There were the Mistralis who were trying to fight a endless war to his other benefactor who seemed to be in his humble opinion the craziest woman he had ever met.

And he cursed his dumb luck that both were availing him.

In his humble opinion, the Mistralis were intense but predictable. He knew what they wanted, he could play to that and skim them for as much as they were paying him. But the other one?

Gods.

And people said crazy women were supposed to be attractive.

Oh well.

She just wanted him to steal Dust? Fine, he would do that. He would skim them all until such time he would take hisself and jump ship. Him and Neo.

Couldn't forget her after all.

Roman stopped, glancing at his pocketwatch. It was nearing six now. All that was left before calling the day quits was getting Junior's men and be a merry bandit. If he remembered correctly, there was a shop that operated a little bit later. An admirable business model to cater to late Huntsmen who needed a quick dust fix.

He glanced up, to the setting sky. "Let's see what Dust Till Dawn has to offer," Roman muttered. It was run by a gibbering old man.

What fight could be found there?

[SPOILER="Title drop: This is the Day"][URL unfurl="true" media="youtube:_x9zjk2MgVQ:7"]https://youtu.be/_x9zjk2MgVQ?t=7[/URL][/SPOILER]

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A/N: A little something something to herald the start of Vol 1. There is a obvious timeskip here so, ye.

​Strap on to thy seatbelts my friends. 

It's RWBY-ing time.