[RWBY] RWBY Shorts

[Bommel]

Free idea:

-What if Willow actually did some productive things with some of her time, having a or a few business she runs, instead of just being a sad drunk at home?
(I'm exaggerating this somewhat for comedy, but my point stands)

So instead of doing nothing she has a few business she created herself, which would not make them part of the SDC, meaning she still fully owns them (and Jacques can't touch them).
The businesses would likely be things thay have absolutely nothing to do with Dust, as it would allow them to remain completely independent from the SDC (and thus survive any of Jacques pettyness or greedely trying to steal them away from Willow).
They would probably be projects she just started for fun, but I like the idea that Willow was able to make them successful enough that they became very successful, and others might have bwen started because the product seemed useful for Willow to have.
The fact that the companies would be specifically created so that the owner can use the products herself for their quality would also be incredibly good for advertizing, adding to their success (and practically garantees good quality and quality control).

Like Willow went into the fasion industry because she wanted to be a model for a while (or still every now and then), as wel as clothes she'd like herself.
Willow could have made a business like Victoria's Secret (lets just call it Willow's Secret), where it started as a boutique, but gradually expanded to include some additional kinds of clothing (in some cases without Willow's doing).
She, Weiss end Winter probably have special family discount (which RBY is very happy about when they find this out).
The clothing would likely be high end in quality and looks (because Willow likes the fabric and clothes to feel as comfortable as possible while still looking great), but also be a lot more ethical with their employees and how the clothes are made than the SDC (not like it's a high bar, but they likely still make an effort).

Willow may also have created her own makeup company and parfum company, to always be able to get the kinds of colours and scents (for both her and for men) she personally likes (and make them completely allergy and irritation free).
Fun fact: Cleopatra had her own parfum "factory" where they produced an unique scent for Cleopatra, wgich she would use to announce her presents, like by having it put on the sails of her ship so they could smell it before the ship was visible.

When Willow got pregnant with Winter she could have started business for pregnancy products and baby products.
Quality care and good pregnancy/baby products are incredibly important, and Willow doesn't seem like she would take any chances with that.

Another would be some high-end high-class restaurants, because eating great food is something anyone could enjoy, and having multiple places spread around to easily go to is very conveniant.

A business she likely wouldn't create would be a vineyard and winery, because she's ashamed about her drinking and wouldn't try to keep it as privit as she can manage.

 

[AndrewJTalon]

The semester break had barely started when the summons arrived, crisp, official, and signed by General James Ironwood in triplicate. Beacon's strangest knight was requested (politely ordered) to report to Atlas for "comprehensive Semblance evaluation."

Ozpin had simply smiled behind his mug and said, "Take friends. Atlas laboratories are dreadfully dull without someone to talk to."

So here they all were, crammed onto the bridge of the Atlas heavy cruiser Endeavor: Teams RWBY and JNPR in winter coats, Penny vibrating with excitement, and Jaune looking like a kid dragged to the dentist. Ironwood had personally greeted them at the dock, given Jaune a look that was half curiosity, half dread, and admiration, then left them in the care of a very nervous captain who kept glancing at Jaune as though he might accidentally hijack the ship.

He did. Just not on purpose.

They were three hours out of Vale, cruising above the Solitas ocean, when the entire hull shuddered like a gong struck by a giant. Alarms screamed. The lights flickered crimson.

"Leviathan-class Grimm, dead ahead!" the sensor officer shouted. "It's… it's huge! Bigger than anything on record!"

Through the forward viewport the monster rose: a black serpentine colossus longer than the Endeavor itself, bone plates glowing with sickly purple light. Its maw split open, revealing a spinning sphere of raw gravitational energy.

"Shields! Evasive maneuvers!" the captain barked. "All batteries, fire at—"

The Leviathan fired first.

A lance of violet-white force punched straight through the forward Hard Light Dust shields, overloaded every weapon node on the port and starboard arcs, and kept going. The bridge crew were thrown like dolls; the captain cracked his head against a console and went limp. Sparks showered. Half the stations went dark.

The only people still on their feet were six huntresses-in-training, one very dizzy knight, one perturbed ninja in green, and one very excited robot girl.

Jaune stared at the empty command chair, then at the unconscious captain, then at the Leviathan lining up a second shot that would punch straight through the hull and turn them all into dust.

He swallowed once.

Then he sat down.

The chair was still warm. The holographic displays flared to life around him as the ship's AI reluctantly accepted the new biometric signature. Jaune gripped the armrests like a man clinging to the edge of sanity.

"All right," he said, voice suddenly steady, carrying that same strange certainty it did whenever a weapon touched his palm. "Penny! Hardline into the main engineering, I need you riding the systems like a jockey!"

"Sir yes sir!" Penny saluted so hard her beret flew off. She jacked a cable into the nearest port and her eyes lit neon green. "I am combat-ready and super excited!"

"Ruby, Blake, with Penny, keep the core from going supercritical and reroute auxiliary power to the hardlight grid. Weiss, Pyrrha, Yang, Ren, Nora, boarders incoming through the starboard docking ring. Do NOT let them reach the bridge."

Weiss's glyphs were already spinning into existence. "Understood!"

Pyrrha's smile was small, proud, and just a little bit feral. "We'll hold."

Yang cracked her knuckles, Ember Celica clicking. "Try not to have too much fun without us, Captain."

Ren simply nodded and flicked StormFlower open. Nora was already giggling.

"Break their legs!" she cheered, and the six of them charged out the turbolift doors as the first wave of Sabyrs and smaller sea-Grimm poured through breached airlocks.

On the bridge, Jaune leaned forward, eyes locked on the tactical display. The Leviathan's maw was glowing again, brighter, angrier.

"Helm, come about, present our dorsal shields. Engineering, Penny, I need the hardlight emitters to reconfigure on my mark. Conical formation, mirror finish, full reflective index."

Ruby looked up from the console she was rewiring beside Penny. "Jaune, hardlight shields can't reflect that kind of energy! It'll overload the projectors!"

"They can if we shape them right and dump every joule we have into polarity reversal," Jaune answered without looking away from the screen. His voice had gone… different. Confident. Decisive. Almost amused. "Trust me."

The Leviathan fired.

"Now!"

Penny's fingers flew across the holographic keyboard were a blur. The ship's hardlight grid flared brilliant white, folding and twisting until the entire dorsal surface became a perfect parabolic cone aimed straight back at the Grimm.

The energy lance struck dead center.

For one frozen heartbeat the bridge was silent.

Then the beam reversed, reflected perfectly, and punched straight back down the Leviathan's throat.

The explosion lit up the ocean for miles. When the light faded, all that remained was a slowly expanding cloud of black particulate and one very dead building-sized Grimm sinking beneath the waves.

The bridge crew slowly picked themselves up off the floor, staring at the mild-mannered blond boy in the captain's chair who was currently rubbing the back of his neck in mortification.

"Uh… everyone okay?" Jaune asked, voice sliding back to normal with an almost audible snap.

Yang kicked open the turbolift doors and walked in with the rest of the defenders. "Bridge secure. Also, nice light show, Captain Irk."

Weiss's ponytail was askew, her breathing hard, but her eyes were shining. "That was… brilliant."

Pyrrha actually looked a little misty. "Jaune, that was incredible tactical thinking."

Ruby bounced over and hugged him around the neck from behind the chair. "You saved our butts! Again!"

Blake's ears twitched beneath her bow as she offered a rare, soft smile. "I believe the Atlasian Navy owes you a medal."

Even Ren gave a small smile and nod of approval. Nora just cheered and tried to plant a kiss on his cheek; Ren intercepted her with practiced ease.

Penny unjacked herself and clapped like a child at a fireworks show. "Sensational! Your command efficiency was 98.7 percent!"

Jaune shrank in the oversized chair, face scarlet. "G-Guys, seriously, it wasn't my Semblance this time, I swear."

Everyone stopped.

Weiss blinked. "…It wasn't?"

"Nope." Jaune laughed nervously. "I just… remembered it from Space Quest, season four, episode nine, 'The Void Mirror Gambit.' I mean, Captain Irk did the exact same thing against the Romulusan plasma torp—er, I mean, I had no idea if it would actually work."

A long silence.

Yang was the first to start laughing, loud and bright. Then Ruby, then Nora, then the entire bridge crew who'd regained consciousness just in time to hear the confession.

Weiss pinched the bridge of her nose, but she was smiling. "Only you, Jaune Arc."

Pyrrha rested a hand on his shoulder, warm and steady. "Semblance or not… you saved us all. Again."

Jaune looked up at the viewscreen, where the last motes of the dead Leviathan were drifting away like black snow.

"…So does this mean Ironwood's gonna recruit me now?"

From the doorway, General Ironwood's voice carried, dry as Solitas wind. "Negative, Mr. Arc. But you are hereby banned for life from every command chair in the Atlesian fleet."

Jaune winced. The general looked considerate.

"At least until you pass command school," Ironwood commented wryly.

Jaune groaned and sank lower in the seat.

Somewhere in the background, Penny was already composing a thirty-page report titled "Subject JA Exhibits Spontaneous Tactical Genius (Possibly Caused by Childhood Consumption of Science Fiction Media)."