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COMMENTS:
newgodnika2099[archiveofourown]:
Listen I read your work and it was amazing gotta ask how many items did he make so far and can you do a list?
Avip:
At the end of this chapter I will put the things he did permanently with MP.
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[Jaune Arc]
In the cargo hold of the Black Bird, I face the enormous container. Amber, beside me, crosses her arms, tilting her head curiously. Meanwhile, Ilia maintains a serious expression.
"What is this?" I ask, pointing at the container.
Ilia responds without hesitation.
"The Atlas pet faunus said it's the payment for White Knight Inc."
Feeling tired I frown, glancing at Amber, who shrugs. Sighing I turn back to Ilia and continue questioning her.
"But what's inside?"
"Don't know. They just said it was 'the payment'."
A vein of anger throbs on my forehead. I clench my fists, irritation boiling over.
"What do you mean, you don't know what's inside? Ilia, you let them put a container on my ship without knowing what was in it?"
Ilia steps back but keeps her stance firm.
"It was your payment," says the chameleon faunus defensively. "Should I have left it outside to be stolen?"
Church's hologram materializes beside me, his translucent form glowing softly. He raises his hands, trying to defuse the situation.
{{Relax, dude,}} the AI says in an informal tone. {{On Remnant, they've never had to deal with anything like 9/11. If it's not military, they're pretty lax about transport security."}}
I take a deep breath, trying to rein in my frustration. I look at Ilia, who keeps a neutral expression, but I catch a glint of worry in her eyes. Amber, on the other hand, seems more curious than anything, watching the exchange with interest.
"Fine, fine. You're all right, Ilia. But next time, just... be more careful, okay? Terrorists should have better awareness about cargo that could be bombs."
Grumbling in frustration I run a hand through my hair. Amber steps forward, her green eyes gleaming with curiosity.
"So, are you gonna open it or not?"
I glance at the container, my frustration giving way to curiosity. Stepping forward, I reach out to open the doors. The metal creaks, revealing the contents as my eyes widen.
Everyone's jaw drops at what's inside.
"Glad I let them make the delivery?" Ilia comments, smiling victoriously.
Inside, rows upon rows of Dust vials, each glowing with a familiar intensity, the same brilliance I saw when I had dinner with Weiss.
"Grade 4 Dust…" I mutter in disbelief.
Amber steps closer, her green eyes reflecting the intense light of the vials. She reaches out, touching one with reverence.
"Yeah, and it looks like there are a few hundred in here."
Ilia, beside me, lets out a low whistle, her serious expression shifting to an impressed smile.
"That's one hell of a payment."
Church, still in hologram form, floats around the container, his digital eyes gleaming with interest.
{{They really wanted to make sure you were pleased.}}
I shake my head, still unable to believe what I'm seeing.
"This is... this is incredible."
Amber turns to me, her eyes shining with a mix of admiration and concern.
"Jaune, this is a lot of Dust. What are you gonna do with all of it?"
A smirk starts forming at the corner of my lips as ideas flood my mind. I stare at the container, the glow of the Dust vials reflecting in my eyes. The possibilities are almost overwhelming, but one idea in particular stands out.
"Church," I call, turning to the AI's hologram. "Can you draft blueprints for a modified MJOLNIR Powered Assault Armor? Something compatible with my implants and enhanced body?"
{{Easy.}} He responds without hesitation. {{It will be simple enough for you to understand and replicate with your power.}}
Amber and Ilia exchange curious glances but stay silent, watching the exchange with interest. I step forward, my mind racing.
"Delta, alter course to Mistral."
Curious, Amber places a hand on my shoulder and turns me to face her.
"Weren't we short on time and supposed to head back to Beacon?"
I burst into loud laughter, the sound echoing through the Black Bird's cargo hold. Amber and Ilia stare at me, surprised, but I can't hold back the laughter. The idea of returning to Beacon with an extra Maiden is just too hilarious.
"Doubt Ozpin will complain about the delay," I say between laughs. "After all, I will bring back an extra Maiden as a souvenir."
[Weiss Schnee]
Sitting comfortably in my private room at the CCT, I wait for the call to connect.
I've always been able to maintain my composure in situations like this, but the usual signs of nervousness like cold sweat and a racing heart, are absent today. For the first time, I feel in control, secure while discussing business with my father.
The screen flickers, and there he is. Jacques Schnee, the man who once intimidated me, but not today.
"I hope you're proud of yourself, Weiss. Your little venture is costing the SDC a fortune."
Feigning surprise I raise a brow.
"What do you mean, Father? I don't understand."
He leans forward, his icy blue eyes piercing.
"The Atlas military decided not to renew 30% of their contracts with the SDC. You think that's a coincidence? They're eyeing your inventions, your promises of cheap, clean energy. They're waiting to see what you do next."
I smile internally but keep my expression neutral.
"And what do you expect me to do?"
He scoffs impatiently and points a threatening finger at me.
"You will sell that so-called 'White Knight Incorporated' to me."
Shocked, I shot up from my seat, the chair scraping against the polished floor.
"Have you lost your mind?"
His eyes narrow, his voice low but cutting.
"Watch your tone, young lady. I am your father."
Sitting, I clench my fists, nails digging into my palms.
"Father or not, that's ridiculous. WKI is not for sale."
He leans forward, his face stern.
"Then secure majority shares and transfer them to me afterward. I'll buy them at market value to avoid unnecessary bad press." My father huffs irritably. "Otherwise, I'll bury every invention and research from your little company under red tape and safety concerns. Over time, everything will return to normal, and SDC's profit margins will rise again."
I stare in disbelief, my jaw dropping.
'Does the man on the other side of the screen truly believe he can keep control of everything in my life?'
A tightness grips my chest, a suffocating despair I haven't felt since leaving Atlas for Beacon.
'Wasn't it enough that he dictated my entire education, emotionally destroyed my mother, disinherited my brother? Now he wants to take what I built with Jaune and ensure nothing flourishes?'
"No…" I murmur, looking down.
My father's eyes widened on the other end of the call.
"What did you say, young lady?" he questions, an eyebrow raised.
My heart races unevenly. The room, once cozy, now feels like a battlefield. I feel small, vulnerable, as if I'm back in Atlas, under the weight of his relentless expectations.
My hands tremble, sweat dripping down my forehead. His voice, always so authoritative, echoes in my ears, a constant demand for obedience. It's as if an invisible rope is pulling me back, forcing me to yield, to comply.
"Weiss, you know what's best for the family. Obey me."
His words are poison, seeping into my veins, paralyzing my muscles. My throat tightens, air escaping my lungs. It's like I'm drowning, sinking into the depths of my own fear.
"Father, I…"
My voice falters, a weak whisper I barely recognize. It's as if I'm crumbling, piece by piece, succumbing to the weight of expectations, to the conditioning imposed on me since childhood.
"You know what you must do, Weiss."
His voice is a hammer, pounding relentlessly against my mind, breaking my resistance. I feel desolate, as if standing on the edge of a cliff, about to fall into the abyss.
"I… I..."
But just as I'm about to give in, I remember something. Something silly and simple that made me incredibly happy the day I had my first meeting with Jaune.
'Besides being your business partner, I'd like to be your friend,' I recall saying to Arc, opening up more than I usually do, since I hate feeling vulnerable.
In response, Jaune just stared at me silently, one eyebrow raised in confusion at my request. The way he answered caught me off guard—but in a pleasant way.
'I thought we were already friends,' Jaune replied smiling.
Jaune Arc is foul-mouthed, crude and rough around the edges, but he's always honest and direct. He genuinely cares about what I think, what I feel. Jaune never saw me just as an heiress, as a pawn in the corporate world's chessboard.
"I'm waiting, dear daughter," my father says impatiently.
I feel strength from the memory, a spark of courage igniting in my chest. I take a deep breath, the tears drying, my vision clearing.
"No."
The word comes out firm, clear, without hesitation. My father's eyes widen, surprise plastered across his face. He didn't expect resistance, not from me, the obedient daughter, the perfect heiress.
"What did you say, Weiss?"
His voice is thunderous, but I don't flinch. Not anymore.
"I said no, Father. I won't sell WKI. I won't betray my principles, I won't betray Jaune. I won't be another puppet in your power games."
He leans forward, his eyes cold, his voice sharp.
"Do you know the consequences, Weiss? Do you realize your future as CEO is at stake?"
But I don't back down. Not this time.
"What I know, Father, is that you're not as well-informed as you think."
His eyes narrow, curiosity mixing with anger.
"What do you mean by that, Weiss?"
I pull my chair back and sit down again, then lean forward, hands on the table, voice steady.
"Do you know about the ship Atlas sent on a diplomatic mission to Menagerie? It's not as flashy as their most impressive flying vessels, but it has a prototype engine powered by WKI tech."
His eyes widened, surprise flashing across his face.
"How… how did you test it so quickly?"
The smile on my face widens, the satisfaction of seeing my father rattled intoxicating.
"We have our methods, Father. And the next step is already in motion—mass production for military use. In a few months, all of Atlas will be sustained by our technology."
He stammers, his voice failing, as if stuck in a loop of denial.
"No… no… that can't be…"
I tap my fingers on the polished wooden table, a triumphant smile on my lips. My father, always so imposing, now stutters, his eyes wide, sweat dripping down his forehead. The sight is exhilarating—a victory I never imagined achieving.
"Father, if you'll excuse me," I interrupt his stammering, my voice firm, my tone haughty. "I've just received an important email. Judging by the subject line, it's a positive performance report on the engine Jaune built. I need to review it immediately."
"Weiss, wait—" The man tries to speak, but I cut him off by ending the call.
I lean back in my chair and look at the screen with a wide grin.
"In the end, I was so petty antagonizing him. It would've been better for WKI if I'd stayed silent, letting him think I'd betray Jaune." I mutter tiredly. "But it felt so good to rub my success in his face and savor my father's dread."
I laugh loudly, the feeling of triumph intoxicating—a sweet taste I've never experienced before. For the first time, I feel completely in control, like I have power over my own life, my own future.
But then, a dark thought creeps in. I could've betrayed Jaune. I could've given in to the pressure, the expectations, the fear. I could've sold WKI, destroyed everything we built together.
The laughter dies on my lips, replaced by a tightness in my chest, a lump in my throat. But the image of Jaune surfaces in my mind—his blue eyes, his genuine smile, his unwavering confidence giving me strength.
"He believed in me—not for my position, not for my name, but for who I am." I murmur to myself. "Jaune saw past the mask, past the expectations, past the fear. He saw the real Weiss… and smiling, he agreed to work with me."
I open my eyes, determination burning in my chest.
"I'll never betray the man who believed in me, who gave me strength, who showed me I'm capable, that I'm enough. I'll never betray the man who taught me to believe in myself."
I take a deep breath, my decision made, my path clear. I'll fight, I'll resist, I'll face my father, face the world if I have to.
[Nora Valkyrie]
Right now I'm holding the punching bag steady, muscles tensed, as Yang delivers blow after blow.
POW! POW! THUMP!
Each impact reverberates through the gym, echoing with her raw strength. Sweat drips down my forehead, but I stay focused, watching every movement.
"C'mon, Xiaolong! That's all you got?" I laugh, trying to provoke the blonde. "You only hit hard when someone messes with your hair?"
Yang pauses for a second, panting, and shoots me a sharp look.
"And what about you?" She counters, punching the bag even harder. "You only go all out when someone stares at Ren too long!"
My laughter cuts off, and I respond in a serious, threatening tone.
"You know I cut a bitch who stares at my Renny for to long."
Yang stops punching, to stare at me with a raised eyebrow. A tense atmosphere threatens to form, but it shatters when we both burst into laughter. The sound echoes through the gym, easing the tension.
"You're impossible, Nora!" Yang says, shaking her head, a wide grin on her face.
"And you love it!" I shoot back, still laughing.
Before Yang can resume working the punching bag, a cheerful voice echoes through the gym.
"Helloo!" says the familiar voice.
We turn toward the sound. Pyrrha walks into the gym, practically bouncing with happiness. Her eyes shine, and a bright smile lights up her face. She waves at us, her energy contagious.
"Last time she got this happy was when Jaune offered to massage her shoulders," I whisper just loud enough for Yang to hear.
"Is he good?" Yang asks, intrigued.
"Pyrrha refused the massage," I explained in a whisper. "But she got this happy just from him offering."
"Oh, Pyrrha," Yang murmurs melancholically, shaking her head. "This girl's such a simp."
"Who's a simp?" Pyrrha asks, catching us off guard.
Yang and I jump back, shaking our heads vigorously.
"No, no, nothing like that!" I say, raising my hands defensively. "Just someone you don't know."
Yang nods in agreement, crossing her arms.
"Yeah, no big deal."
Pyrrha tilts her head, her eyes narrowing slightly.
I gulp, remembering how yandery-dangerous Pyrrha can get when it comes to her non-existent relationship with Jaune.
To change the subject, I ask:
"Soooooo… Pyrrha! What's got you so jolly? With Jaune's delay, I thought you'd be down."
Pyrrha turns, her smile still radiant.
"It's really a shame Jaune's running late, but today I did something I never thought I could do."
Beside me, Yang smirks mischievously and steps forward.
"Did you 'pop' your-." I cut her off by clamping a hand over her mouth.
"What did Yang say?" Pyrrha asks, confused.
"Nothing, nothing at all," I force a laugh, then whisper just loud enough for Yang to hear. "Don't joke about that. This psycho ripped out all the plumbing in our room last time I made that joke."
Yang's eyes widen for a second, but she nods in agreement with my warning.
Still smiling, Pyrrha continues:
"As I was saying, today I permanently quit my career as a celebrity champion."
My eyes widen, and a cheer escapes my lips.
"Pyrrha, that's amazing!" I jump on Pyrrha, hugging her tightly. "I'm so happy for you!"
She laughs, returning the hug with equal intensity. I feel the warmth of her happiness, the contagious positive energy.
"Thanks, Nora."
Beside us, Yang scratches her head, a confused expression on her face.
"Wait, hold up. Why is this good news? You were the most famous Huntresses-in-training in Remnant." Yang says, genuinely concerned. "Don't you need the money to help your mom?"
I'm surprised by Yang's question. I knew the two had gotten close after fighting in the ring over Jaune, but not this close.
Curious about her reaction, I glance at Pyrrha. Pyrrha smiles at Yang, genuine but with a hint of sadness.
"Thanks for worrying, Yang," Pyrrha says softly. "But my mom's well taken care of. I've never been one to splurge, so I've saved enough to ensure she lives comfortably for many years."
Yang tilts her head, clarity dawning on her face.
"Know that you say… compared to Weiss, you really only seemed to spend money on your weapons."
"Until yesterday, sponsors covered that for me," Pyrrha explains, surprising both me and Yang. "I barely spent any of my endorsement money. And for the future, as long as I'm at Beacon, I'll have food and housing covered. After that, I can live well just on a Huntress's salary."
I nod along as Pyrrha explains her situation.
"For JNPR members, it's no secret that Pyrrha hates the spotlight," I say in a lecturing tone. "She always comes back from signings or photoshoots with a headache and mental exhaustion."
Yang nods, finally understanding the full picture. A smile forms on her lips, and she crosses her arms, looking at Pyrrha with a challenging glint in her eyes.
"Well… so how about a spar to celebrate?" Yang suggests, excitement in her voice.
Pyrrha laughs, her eyes gleaming with the same enthusiasm.
"Challenge accepted!" she declares boldly.
As the two head toward the ring, an idea pops into my head. I step forward, raising a hand to interrupt the impending fight.
"Wait!" I shout, grabbing their attention. "How about a new bet between you two?"
Pyrrha and Yang turn to me, both scowling and irritated.
"NO!" they shout in unison.
Going to open my heart to you here...
I regret making this story a harem. I feel that, even if by accident, I wrote something very interesting with the dynamic of Yang and Pyrrha as rivals in love.
If I ever rewrite this story, I'll focus on just the two as possible partners.
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E ai gurizada...
[#] Going to open my heart to you here... I regret making this story a harem. I feel that, even if by accident, I wrote something interesting with the dynamic of Yang and Pyrrha as rivals in love. If I ever rewrite this story, I'll focus on just the two as possible partners.
[#] Permanent items created:
The list below do not take into account size proportions, which is why Black Bird is in an Uncommon, even though it costs more than Captain America, which is in the Amazing.
Ps: 'This was a lot of work, so tell me in the comments if it was worth organizing this or if it wasn't necessary.'
- Common items:
A lot of meat and other barbecue supplies. [USED]
lots of candy [USED]
Supplies to build satellite city.
Supplies to build CCT tower
Supplies for data center [just for Church]
Ken tourist clothes [Audra stole them]
Corp Capsule Capsule containing supplies for a festival [Dragon Ball OG]
A lot of beer and coolers
- Uncommon items:
Vibro Knife
Lawgiver MK II
noqual ingot [Pathfinder 1e]
ND1 Nomad
Blackbird
X3 Image Inducer [X-men disguise watch]
StarkTech Holographic Watch
C-390 [Made in Brazil, but used world wide]
- Good items:
BARC speeder [Star Wars / DESTROYED]
Scouter [DBZ]
Hello Kitty Scouter [Only works with Ozpin]
X20 Eyebots [Fallout 4]
X20 Protectrons [Fallout 4]
X50 Mr. Handy [Fallout 4]
x14 Super sledge [Fallout 4]
- Great items:
X10 Arc Knights [Marvel Iron Legion model]
Adamantium Longsword +1 [Pathfinder 1e]
Ship size Arc reactor
Bag of holding type 4 [Limit = 1,500 lbs/680 kg]
Decanter of Endless Water
Adamantium Longsword +1 [Pathfinder 1e]
X21 senzu bean [USED]
x2 restoration potion [pathfinder 1e 'technically']
20 Las Guns
100 power packs of ammunition,
20 light Flak Armor.
X3 level 5 invisibility potions [USED]
X14 Power armor with jet pack [Fallout 4]
x14 AER9 laser gun [Fallout 4]
X8 Elemental Gem [2 of each type Kind / USED]
- Amazing Items:
x8 Robot Masters [Megaman]
Robot Fusion of Hulk buster + Dreadnought[Marvel + 40k / DESTROYED]
Captain America Shield [COMIC version]
Super Soldier Serum
Power Pole [Goku Staff]
Dragon Slayer [Guts sword]
Extremis Virus [2.0 / T.S.C. Version]
Vampire Killer [Castlevania]
MJOLNIR Powered Assault Armor [Halo/Church Modified]
X2 inhibitor collar [Marvel / X-men]
-Legendary Items [These are spoilers]:
x7 Mystery items of power, that Jaune will not use.
Artificial intelligence [Church]