The flight to the isle of Midna was long and dreary, and with each passing minute, fear set in amongst the united armies of Remnant. What if they failed to save Ozpin? What if they failed to survive the onslaught of Grimm that were doubtless waiting for them? What if this isle of Midna didn’t even exist?
This fear, Yang decided, simply wouldn’t do.
Thus, she stepped forward, walking down the length of the airship that housed her and her friends and teammates, Teams RWBY, SSSN, and JNPR, until she reached the cockpit and knocked on the sealed door.
“Who is it?” the voice of General Ironwood softly boomed through the door, bidding Yang to open it and step in.
“Mr. Ironwood,” she said. “Permission to speak with the rest of the army.
“For what purpose, Ms. Xiao Long?” asked the general, his eyes focused on the sea ahead.
“The rest of my team has already given motivational speeches. I figure, might as well give one too.”
Setting the intercom to Open Channel, James opened the door to the cabin and let Yang sidle up beside him. “Make it quick,” he said, “and do try not to break anything this time.”
“I’ve learned my lesson, Jim. Don’t worry.”
The good general couldn’t help but crack a smile as he watched Yang tap the monitor and blip the intercom to life.
“Whassup, my homies?!” she hollered over the intercom. No one answered, much to her dismay. “Really? Nothing to that? Oh, well.”
But before she could hang up, an officer answered from another ship. “Silver Delta 2, reading you loud and clear. Over.”
Excited, Yang picked up the intercom and resumed her talk.
“The name’s Yang Xiao Long. You know me as ‘Blondie,’ ‘Hot Stuff,’ ‘Lady Punch-a-Lot,’ ‘The Girl who Broke Mercury’s Leg,’ and ‘Yangry.’”
A mix of groans, boos, and sighs reciprocated her poor choice of humor, but she was mostly met with pained silence.
“Come on, folks. These are the jokes. Tough crowd,” she flatly responded before clearing her throat and straightening herself. “Now, all kidding aside, I’ve lived most of my life thinking that I had no purpose, being the illegitimate daughter of two of the best hunters ever to come out of Beacon Academy—no offense, by the way. But recent events have led me to realize that despite all assurances to the contrary, I had let myself be a prisoner of the past.”
This time, a series of murmurs greeted her.
“I had spent the better part of my life chasing after my mom for answers that were never there, to questions that I never even needed to ask. And after I lost most of my hair—not to mention my arm—I began to realize that my life…does have a purpose after all. Everyone’s life has a purpose, in fact.”
In the loading bay, the sleeping Ruby jittered herself awake to the sound of Yang’s voice, her silver eyes fluttering open.
“Some people are meant to go out and be heroes in storybooks. Some are meant to write those storybooks themselves. Me? I’m just meant to get out there, kick some butt, and put smiles on the faces of people who need help. It’s something I’ve been doing for my own team without even realizing it until I reunited with them at Mistral.”
She tiptoed to the cockpit and peered inside.
“And guess who needs help right now. I’ll give you a hint: he’s got white hair, wiry sunglasses, a green necktie, a black suit, and he drinks WAY too much coffee. That’s right: Professor Ozpin.”
Yang paused to look back, spotting Ruby in the doorway, and then faced the microphone again.
“It’s going to be crazy, it’s going to be scary, and it’s going to be dangerous—deadly, even. But me and my friends, here? We figure, screw that! When we get to Midna, we’re going to save Ozpin if it’s the last thing we do, and we’ll blast any monster dumb enough to get in our way to kingdom come!”
She pumped her prosthetic fist…
“WHO’S COMING WITH US?!”
…and after a brief pause, was met with waves of applause over the intercom.
“Thank you, Ms. Xiao Long,” said General Ironwood. “Now, please return to your seat.”