Grim Dark Rwby (irretrievably non cannon) [Closed]

Jacob knelt bowing his head in respect. He had once more donned his battered carapace armour, in preparation for his trial.

The stern-faced man speaks, his voice deep and gravelly. "Rise young one. There will be two tests. One to see if you have enough skill, and another to check your sectorial."

Jacob straightened up and swung Jernulv into his grip
"I'm ready" he replied.

Hira immediately launched from her position, bringing around a giant two handed blade larger than herself.

Jacob rolled aside and crouched into a defensive position, baring his teeth in a snarl.

Planting her feet, the Sectorial Master brought the blade around in a great sweep, the blade whooshing through the air.

Jacob parried the blow, swinging Jernulv into the blade's path.

The blade is easily deflected and Hira grits her teeth at the impact, lashing out with a roundhouse kick.

Jacob ducks the blow, countering with a harsh swing of his axe.

The attack bounces off a psychic shield and Hira steps back, nodding slightly. "Well, he certainly can keep up with me..."

Jacob twirled Jernulv and grinned
"Not so bad yourself" he grunted.

The large man in Artificer nods. "Third sectorial. Definitely."

Jacob held his ground, waiting to see if Hira would try and take another swipe at him.

Hira grunted in acknowledgement and handed the blade off to the happy looking man, sitting down next to them with a muffled squeak.
The chapter master stepped forward, drawing his power sword and pointing it towards the ceiling. "From this point onwards, I, Krieg Toraid, proclaim this man to be part of the Half-Breeds. May his bullets fly straight and his blade strike true!"

Jacob flipped his axe onto his back and made the sign of the Aquilla
"Thank you my Lord" he called out, sinking to one knee.

Hira quietly speaks up. "Permission to show him his quarters sir."
"Permission granted." The large man says as he turns and walks towards one of the dreadnoughts. Hira pushes herself to her feet and starts to walk towards Jacob, motioning towards the door.

Jacob straightened up and bid a hasty retreat back into the corridor, through the access portal.

Stepping into the hallway behind him, Hira slams her hand onto the control panel, closing the portcullis behind them. She starts to walk down the hall, her steps as if the weight of the world is upon her shoulders. "This way." The dragoness mutters.

"Something wrong?" Jacob asked, falling into lockstep, keeping up despite the long hulking stride of Hira's Terminator armour.

Hira shakes her head and turns a corner, the hallways actually painted here. The paint is a light gray, making the area much brighter to see in.

Jacob resumed his silence, trudging alongside his commander.

Tiredly pushing open one of the barracks, Hira waves Jacob inside. "You'll be staying here."

Jacob cast a weary eye over the small cot and gunmetal footlocker at its base
"It's perfect" he smiled before stepping inside and dropping some of his kit down beside the bed.

Hira waves her hand. "Well I'm off to my own bunk. I'll speak to you in the morning if the chapter master doesn't have me go out on another strike."

Jacob made the sign of the Aquilla
"I'll see you tomorrow commander."

Hira snorted and walked off down the hall, opening a door at the far end.