History books lack vital information. The world understood that. Some things are intentionally left out so as to leave a past behind. A past born from destruction, destruction born from the past.

Before the creatures of Grimm entered the world, humans flourished everywhere. They had no natural enemy. There was scientific progress. Many lived privileged lives. Sure there were small wars and armed conflicts between humans here and there, but there was peace overall.

The peace was fragile, however.

Humanity, already fragmented from its past conflicts, crumbled under the onslaught of the Grimm menace. Nation after nation fell. Humanity was driven into tiny corners of the world. Desperate to exterminate the Grimm, Humanity used the most destructive weapons they possessed.

All of them.

The world's nuclear arsenal was completely expended in the name of defence. The geography of the world changed forever. Fearing the worst, Humanity created the Faunus as an attempt to keep the "Human" race alive even after Humanity disappeared.

As the war went on, however, Humanity gathered what strength it remained into one final counter offensive. They pulled everything they had out of inventory and into the battlefield. Within fifty years of near destruction, Humanity regained a third of the territory it had lost to the Grimm. Their simultaneous and now coordinated strikes drove the Grimm back.

The Human counter offensive was spearheaded by the Silver-Eyed Warriors.

They possessed powers unimaginable to the battlefield. One shot from their weapons scared the Grimm into a hasty retreat. A single glare froze the enemy in fear.

But even they were not enough.

The Grimm, now more powerful than ever, returned with a vengeance, destroying the last of the organized Human Military resistance. From there, the Grimm continued to kill and destroy, often attacking Human and Faunus holdouts on sight. Almost all technology and civilization was lost.

Only until the discovery of Dust did Humanity return.

Patch

Present Day

Yang Xiao Long sat on her bed, observing the robotic arm on her bedside dresser. She sighed as she looked back at her right arm, at least what remained of it. She did not want to sleep. Sleep meant nightmares.

But her Dad couldn't look for Ruby because of Yang. Her emotional state pulled everyone down.

Yang sighed again, a far cry from her once cheerful personality. She closed the door to her room and flopped onto her bed. After lying there for a few minutes, she rolled over, taking her blanket with her, and settled on her side. Yang opened her eyes again to briefly look outside, intent on finding something cheerful before her nightmares began.

A shooting star streaked across the night sky.

Content, Yang closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Over 10,000 Years Ago…

Artificial Landmass No. 77

Aries Waffenfabrik Military District

Fifty Kilometers SE of Former British Isles

Fort Borodino, City Outskirts

The ground first began to tremble. Then it began to shake. Pebbles on the ground bounced into the air. Soon, the rumbling of feet and hooves echoed throughout the area. Something screeched overhead.

A soldier breathed heavily, his M4 Carbine jammed against his shoulder. Another soldier sat next to him, gripping his Luty SMG tight. He looked over to the soldier next to him, who stared through a pair of binoculars.

"See anything?" the second soldier asked. The third soldier nodded.

"Uh-huh," he replied. "Grimm. And lots of them."

The first soldier rolled his eyes.

"We're dead, aren't we?" he asked to no one in particular. He pulled the bolt of his Carbine back.

Everyone in the trench nodded in response to his question.

A group of men behind the trenches prepared a battery of antiquated cannons for action. Another group of men and boys jumped into the trench, some armed with assault rifles, others armed with antiquated Lee-Enfields. A platoon of T-72 main battle tanks rolled up alongside the trench. They halted with a puff of smoke from their exhausts.

The horde of Grimm charged closer and closer, the ground shaking violently at their footsteps.

The Artillery battery opened fire. A series of explosions rocked the center of the horde, sending a number of Beowulfs into the air. The horde still did not stop. The battery opened fire again, this time joined by the T-72s. Soon, everyone was firing on the horde. Bullets zipped across the air. Brass casings clattered into the air. Plastic magazines fell to the ground.

But the horde did not stop.

Suddenly, a giant Nevermore appeared over the artillery battery and launched a barrage of its deadly feathers. The crews fired desperately at the giant bird with their pistols, but were all impaled by the feathers. Soon, some of the soldiers in the trenches broke rank and ran.

A squadron of MiG-21Rs appeared to assess the scene. Using what limited armament they possessed, they managed to shoot down the Nevermore before succumbing to the feathers of more birds. One of the MiGs crashed into the Grimm horde.

Yet the Grimm did not stop.

A soldier was thrown into the air before being gobbled up by a Griffon. The Grimm overran the emplacements. The T-72s attempted to put up a fight, but stood no chance when a group of Death Stalkers pounced on them.

With the outskirt defenses overrun, the city's outer and inner defenses opened fire. Machine guns spat lead into the horde. 20mm cannons fired on the Nevermores and Griffons. Artillery churned up the ground underneath the horde. Soldiers and teenaged scouts fired everything they had. Aircraft strafed the Grimm. Nevermores strafed the Humans and Faunus. A MLRS battery within the city fired its deadly payload of rockets into the horde, causing many Grimm to go up in smoke.

Yet the Grimm did not stop.

Soon the outer defenses collapsed and Grimm filtered into the city, slaying anyone they could find.

Three teenagers ran across the street as one emptied his MP40 into a Beowulf on the way. They jumped over a fence. The girl in the back tossed a grenade into a group of Grimm, causing them to turn into puffs of smoke. The leader leveled her AK-12 at an Ursa. Within three shots the Ursa turned into smoke. The trio ran into more teenagers.

"Kuro! Where did everyone go?" asked the leader. One of the teens, Kuro, shrugged.

"I have no idea!" he replied. "Ariete went to find some of our guys! She's not back yet!"

"Tell her to come back here!" the leader ordered. "Now!" Kuro nodded. The leader turned to the two behind her.

"Alright, you two, follow me."

The three began running again. The boy caught up to the leader.

"Rapira!" he called. "Where… exactly… are we… going!?"

Rapira looked back at the boy.

"I already told you, Hunter!" she said. "Somewhere you and Mira will be safe!"

"I don't need to be saved!" Hunter exclaimed. "I can fight, thank you very much!"

To emphasise the point, he unfolded his 88mm AT gun and blasted a hole through a Goliath's head.

"See? I don't need…"

Rapira's 100mm smoothbore went off right next to Hunter's ear. He turned back just in time to see a Death Stalker explode.

"Don't need what?" Rapira asked. Hunter rolled his eyes.

"Point taken."

Mira struggled to keep up with the two. Her Black Arrow sniper rifle weighed her down quite a lot.

Try carrying a 12.7mm Anti-Material rifle everyday at the age of fourteen.

"Mira Zastava!" Rapira called. "Do you want to die!?"

Mira shook her head.

"No ma'am!" she replied.

"Good! Then run faster! The bunker is over there!"

The three arrived at a bunker where Kuro and Ariete already waited for them. Rapira smiled.

"Ariete Semovente," she said. "I thought you were dead."

Ariete blinked her silver eyes in embarrassment.

"Well, I did have to shoot through a bunch of Ursas to get here…"

The gaze of Rapira's silver eyes shifted to the rest of the team. Their silver eyes stared back.

"So? What are we doing, team leader?" Hunter asked.

Rapira sighed.

"The city is lost," she said. "There is nothing more we can do now. Central command is down and the inner defenses are overrun. Everyone should get in the bunker and…"

A soldier screamed. The sounds of tearing flesh echoed in their ears as the soldier's CETME-L landed in front of them. Ursas and Death Stalkers stood in front of the Silver-eyed warriors, one of the Ursas munching on the now deceased soldier.

Ariete racked the bolt of her 47mm AT gun. Kuro unfolded his 150mm howitzer and smacked the remaining three with it. They were thrown into the bunker.

"Hey! What are you…" Before Rapira could finish protesting, Kuro hit the button to close the door, saluting to the trio before the door finally slammed shut.

"Will…" Hunter muttered. "Will they be…"

"Shut up," Rapira said. "Come on. This way."

Within the room lay a number of what looked like lockers. Some were normal sized. Others looked like they could fit a human and these had a screen next to them.

"Ok Mira," Rapira said comfortingly. "Put your weapon in here." She pointed to one of the ordinary lockers.

"Good, now step right in here…"

"Is this a cryopod?" Mira asked. Rapira stopped. Hunter looked up from putting his weapons in a locker.

"Yeah…" Rapira said, surprised the girl figured this out so fast. "It is…"

"Will it hurt?" Mira asked. Rapira shook her head.

"No it won't," she said. "It'll be a little cold though."

"Okay…"

Mira stepped into the cryopod and the door automatically began to close.

"Right," Rapira said. "You're turn Hunter."

Hunter sighed. Just then the gunfire outside stopped and was replaced with loud scratching noises.

"Oh shit…" Hunter reached for his weapons locker but Rapira kicked him into the cryopod instead.

"Hey!" Hunter exclaimed as the door began to close. "What are you doing!?"

He tried to force the door open to no avail.

"Two is better than one, I guess," Rapira said to herself. Then she walked over to Hunter's cryopod and looked directly at his eyes.

Hunter understood.

He placed his hand on the glass. Rapira placed her hand over his.

"Don't die," he said. Rapira gave him a teary-eyed smile.

"That's my line, silly."

She walked away from the cryopod as the window finally froze over.

Rapira walked towards the door, thankful for the fact the bunker had an extra pair of doors in case of emergencies.

She moved her AK-12 to her left hand and held her 100mm with her right. She knocked her Soviet hat off her head, freeing her flowing white hair.

"I'm sorry, Hunter," she said, leveling her AK at the door's control panel.

"I probably won't make it this time."

She shot the control panel.

The doors slammed shut.

Author's notes: So, I recently got into RWBY and immediately my head started bursting with ideas. So I started this particular fic. No need to worry, a fair portion of this story should work with the canon.

Hopefully I did a good at starting this story out with a YANG.

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