[RWBY] RWBY Shorts

[Sliverhero]

Here is part 2 of my ff7 inspired idea

SDC Research Facility — Atlas Sublevel 17

The air smelled of metal, frost, and sterilized fear. Rows of glass pods lined the chamber, each pulsing faintly with the same blue-white radiance that had been drawn from the northern tundra. Inside them, silhouettes twitched, breathed, and dreamed in liquid light.

Dr. Merlot stood before one of the pods, clipboard in hand, his smile razor-thin. "Subject A-07. Male. Faunus. Notable Aura compatibility. Psychological profile: violent tendencies, anti-human sentiment. Perfect instability for adaptation."

He tapped the glass. The body within floated still — a young man with crimson hair drifting like a flame through water. The bull's horns had been shaved down, half-hidden by bandages. Tubes traced veins of silver across his skin, feeding into the glowing veins that pulsed beneath.

"Adam Taurus," Merlot said softly. "Let's see if the light can tame the beast." A hum filled the room as the containment seals opened. The luminous liquid drained, leaving Adam gasping on the platform, his eyes snapping open — no longer red, but shimmering with fractured blue.

Technicians backed away as he collapsed, coughing. His voice came hoarse, hollow. "What… what did you do to me?" Merlot leaned down, expression almost paternal. "We improved you. You were lost, angry, broken. The light cleanses such impurities. How do you feel?"

Adam blinked. His heartbeat echoed — not in his chest, but everywhere. In the walls. In the hum of the machinery. In the light itself. "Calm," he said finally. Confused, but true. "I feel… calm."

"Excellent," Merlot murmured. "You'll serve the Company well. You'll protect, not destroy. You'll find meaning in your strength — purpose in your obedience."

Weeks passed. Adam healed, trained, obeyed. The hatred that once burned in him now flickered low, replaced by a strange serenity. He fought for the SDC's security forces — fast, efficient, unstoppable. They called him Project Dawn and Jacques? He was pleased.

The Company lavished their loyal subjects with luxury: personal quarters, new weapons, even artifical families crafted for morale stability. To the world, they were elite soldiers. To the SDC, they were living prototypes.

But sometimes, in his dreams, Adam heard the whispers again , the same voice that had called to Merlot in the cavern.
It repeats faintly "…create… serve… ascend…"

He would wake drenched in sweat, eyes flickering between blue and red. For a moment, the hatred returned, faint, fragile, human. Then it would fade, swallowed again by the light.

 

[Sliverhero]

Here is part 3 of my ff7 inspired idea.
Could go down two routes for this either down the path of sephorith or vincent
Now let's begin.

Atlas Research Transport — En Route to Facility S17

The hum of the engines drowned the boy's trembling breaths. Snow clung to his matted blond hair, melting into the collar of his torn coat. His wrists were bound, the cuffs biting into his skin. Across from him, Atlas soldiers sat in rigid silence — every chestplate marked with the Schnee crest, the symbol of power and purity.

Dr. Merlot sat opposite, tapping a stylus against his datapad with a patient rhythm. "You're fortunate, you know," he said conversationally, tone almost kind. "Most Faunus test subjects never make it to the lab. But you're an Arc. That name still carries weight."

This poor boy, Jaune on the verge of greatest if he doesnt know yet, met his gaze with defiant blue eyes that couldn't quite hide the fear beneath. Merlot smiled thinly. "Ansel, correct? That little hunting town? Your family's bred Huntsmen for generations, great reservoirs of Aura, even unawakened. A legacy made flesh."

Jaune's voice trembled. "Where are you taking me?" Merlot's eyes gleamed. "To your future, of course. Atlas rewards those who serve."
He leaned forward, voice lowering to a whisper. "But if you'd prefer, we could always bring in one of your sisters instead. The younger ones, perhaps? We have use for volunteers of your bloodline."

Jaune's heart lurched. "No! Leave them alone!"
Merlot smiled, a thin curve of triumph. "Then cooperate, and ensure they remain… untouched by progress."

The boy looked down, silent. His fists clenched until his knuckles bled. Merlot leaned back, satisfied. "Good lad. You've just saved them — for now." The transport rumbled on through the blizzard, toward a future written in steel and sorrow.


Atlas Research Facility S17 — Containment Wing

The facility breathed like a sleeping beast.
Pipes along the walls pulsed with cold blue light, feeding power to the sealed chambers below. As they dragged Jaune through the corridor, he glimpsed shadows through glass — bodies suspended in tanks, faces slack and eyes glowing faintly, like broken stars.

At the end of the hall waited Jacques Schnee, flanked by guards. His immaculate coat caught the sterile light as he regarded Jaune with disinterest, the way one might appraise livestock. "Small," Jacques observed. "You're certain this is the right specimen?"

Merlot's tone bordered on reverence. "Unawakened Aura, yes — but readings surpass all expectations. His potential is impressive. If the Light binds properly, we may see the first true fusion."

Jacques adjusted his tie, already turning away. "Then proceed. The Arc family should be proud their blood serves progress." "I just want to go home," Jaune whispered. Jacques didn't even glance back. "Progress doesn't need permission."

Testing Chamber — Project DAWN: Phase II

They strapped him down beneath a web of glass conduits filled with liquid light. The air buzzed with static, energy building until every surface thrummed. Assistants whispered as Merlot monitored the readings, a manic glint in his eyes. "Begin the infusion."

The first drop of light touched Jaune's skin — and he screamed. Golden Aura burst from him, raw and unrefined, colliding with the azure energy surging through the system. Sparks danced. Monitors exploded. The chamber filled with searing brilliance as gold and blue devoured one another.

"His Aura's rejecting it!" a technician cried.
"Let it!" Merlot shouted, leaning in. "The Light doesn't seek obedience — it seeks will!"
For a fleeting instant, the storm of energy took shape — wings of radiant gold unfurling behind the boy, a phantom echo of something greater. Then came the detonation, then the Light and finally the silence.



Observation Room — Time Unknown

When Jaune woke, everything was quiet.
Cracked glass glimmered above him like a shattered sky. His restraints were gone, but his body felt foreign, heavy, hollow, and bright. His veins pulsed faintly gold beneath the surface.
Behind the glass, Dr. Merlot watched, trembling in awe. "He survived. The Light didn't consume him, it chose him.This is it"

Jaune turned toward the window, eyes unfocused. "Who… am I?" Merlot smiled gently to him, the way a liar smiles at a child. "You are Jean," he said softly. "Subject DAWN-1. The first of a new kind of being, the bridge between humanity and the Light. My magnum opus"

The boy blinked, confusion clouding his gaze. His voice was barely a whisper. "Jean…"
Merlot nodded, the name already rewriting history. "Remember it well, my boy. The Arc line no longer exists. You belong to Atlas now."

Behind the reinforced glass, the heart of the facility pulsed once, deep and alive. The Light had found its vessel.


But Beneath the Silence…

Far beneath the layers of code and chemical sleep, something small stirred.
A distant memory, a laugh, a field, a promise whispered beneath a summer sky.
A face.
A name.
A sister's voice, calling him home.

Jaune.

It flickered once, faint as dying embers, but it did not go out.