June 26th, 2558, 0100 hours
Darkness. That's the first thing one would notice upon entering the room. The large amount of darkness. The few lights that were active lit up a wall that displayed the symbol for ONI (Office of Naval Intelligence for those who are curious) in the background. A group of silhouetted figures sat in a circle, looking down on another figure. The man who garnered the attention of everyone else, wore armor as dark as the room itself. The only color came from the blood red visor of his Recon helmet, and the white ONI symbol on his shoulder. The figure remained still, standing at attention. This was a man who took things seriously and was would stop at nothing to achieve results. This was Spartan Scorch, one of the best agents ONI had at their disposal, next to Spartan Locke.
"Is there a reason I was called here this early sir?" Scorch asked, his voice was low pitched and sounded somewhat frightening to most people.
The silhouetted men looked at one another before gazing on Scorch. "About six and a half months ago, we lost contact with Fire Team Destro." One of them said. Scorch seemed to tense slightly at the mention of Destro. "After looking through security footage, we discovered that those morons somehow managed to build some sort of device capable of transporting themselves into an alternate dimension. They then proceeded to go through it and haven't been seen since. As of this moment, Destro has been declared absent without leave."
"I'll deal with them as we do all rouge operatives sir." Scorch said. The way he said it, made it seem he was eager to 'deal' with them.
"Not this time." the man from before said. "You are to simply arrest Destro and bring them back to us intact."
"With all due respect sir, the UNSC could function better with out those... rejects... among the living." Scorch said, lacing 'rejects' with tints of venom in his voice.
"That may be true, but those 'rejects' cracked multidimensional travel when most of our brightest minds couldn't." Another man spoke up. "And need we remind you of Burn's significance to future Spartan projects?" Due to his heritage and having the Spartan IV serum coursing through his veins, Burn was extremely valuable to ONI.
"Don't forget, they still have the Mojlnir gen 2 armor. We wouldn't want that falling into the wrong hands now would we?" the previous man asked with slight sarcasm. "So, Destro is to be brought in alive."
"And what if they aren't compliant enough for arrest?" Scorch asked.
"Then you have our permission to terminate them, as long as Burn's body is brought back for study, if possible." A third person said.
"I'll see what I can do sir." Scorch then turned to leave when one of the men stopped him.
"I know you have a 'history' with Destro, but don't let that get in the way." He said. Scorch remained silent as we walked off. As he walked out of the room, another Spartan wearing nearly identical armor (minus the blue visor) walked next to him.
"More rouge Spartans?" He asked. He sounded less menacing than his counterpart.
"Get me a squad of ODSTs." Scorch said. The other Spartan seemed slightly surprised.
"Shouldn't we have a few of our other Spartan operatives come with?" he asked.
"They won't bee needed for this. Just ODSTs will due for the mission." Scorch replied. "We're bringing in Fire Team Destro, dead or alive."
'Preferably dead.' He mentally added.
Volume 1: Identity Theft
Blake Belladonna walked calmly down the hallways of Beacon Academy, her nose deep within a new book she borrowed from the library. It was about a young girl who's father, a lawyer, was tasked with defending a Faunus accused of a crime he didn't commit. Her gaze slightly shifted from her book to the air ducts for a brief moment before resuming. She continued walking, seemingly oblivious to the air ducts that constantly moved above her.
"SUPRISE MOTHER F$ #ER!"
Suddenly a red blur burst out of the celling and launched itself at Blake. The girl kicked it into a wall almost immediately.
"Ow." Was all the armored man who tried to ambush her said. Blake then raised her fist behind her head. Another man similar to the first suddenly materialized out of thin air and fell on the floor, clutching his face.
"Next time you plan a sneak attack, Don't use the air ducts, don't scream as you spring your trap, and don't move too quickly when sneaking up on someone from behind." Blake said. She then walked off, leaving the two men to groan in pain.
"I told you it wouldn't work." the red one, Burn, said. "Just because you're an expert at playing Assassin's Creed doesn't make you a real assassin."
"Oh, shut up. Like you did any better." The other one, Grant, countered. "Why does my face even hurt? I'm wearing a helmet for god's sake."
"So, Dust can be infused into clothing or the user's body?" Rico, the A.I. that works with the newly dubbed Burn Squad, asked.
"Yes. If the user does either of those, they can temporarily create weapons, such as swords or daggers." Weiss answered. Rico had been questioning the heiress on Remnant technology and Dust usage for a while now. While he could interact with the planet's database rather easily, Ozpin's restrictions forbade him from interacting with any other forms of technology unless given permission to do so.
"Cool. I wonder if it's possible to infuse Dust into the Mojlnir armor that Burn Squad wears?" Rico thought out loud.
"I don't know, your reality's technology may not be very compatible with our Dust. It could cause problems." Weiss theorized.
"Good point." Rico said. The two then turned to see Burn walking, nursing a bruised arm. "How did stealth training with Blake go?" He asked.
"About as well as you'd expect." The Spartan replied. "Are Matt and Nora still having that blow stuff up contest?"
"Nope. Now it's a staring contest." Rico replied.
"37 IN A ROW B $#!" Matt could be hear screaming in the distance.
"REMATCH!" Nora screamed back.
"She does realize that the has the worst handicap ever, right?" Burn asked.
"Give it 12 more tries, we'll se how it goes." Rico replied.
"By the way, where's Ruby? We were supposed to have another sparring match in the training hall." Burn said.
"I thought you hated getting your butt handed to you by her constantly." Rico said.
"I do. But I figured I might as well get it over with." Burn said.
"She was called to the headmaster's office a little bit ago." Weiss said. "You could probably meet her when she gets done. She presses all the elevator buttons a lot."
Burn stood near the elevator, waiting for the leader of team RWBY and one of his mentors. He had been training with them for a while now, but it seems he hasn't improved that much. But he kept going, because he knew he would eventually get his own scythe-file. The Spartan started picturing it in his mind. Cutting down hordes of Jackals, blowing the heads off Elites, slicing Hunters in half. He would realize it all soon.
The elevator doors opened and Ruby stepped out. "Ruby!" Burn moved to greet her but stopped when he noticed a few things. Her face had a shocked expression on it, her hands were cuffed, and there were two men with guns shoving her out.
"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?" Burn asked. A third guard stepped out from behind as the two walked away with Ruby. He blocked Burn from the retreating three. "What are you guys doing?
"Ruby Rose has been arrested for aiding in the robbery of 500 pounds of Dust, theft of Atlesian military property, and the murder of 17 men and 4 women." The guard said calmly.
"WAT?!" Burn screamed.
"This is a matter for the Atlas military, stay out of it." The guard said before following his comrades and their prisoner.
Burn stood there for a moment, shocked by what had just happened. He then raised two fingers to the side of his helmet. "Matt, get everyone together, now!" Burn said.
"Why, what's going on?" Matt asked from the other end of the radio.
"I think Ruby's been sent to the slammer."
Ok, now this is a surprising turn of events. Quite a way to kick this off.
"You do realize everyone is going to hate you for this right?"
I hope not. I mean, its not like everyone will start hating me just because the first chapter of my fic ends with the lovable Ruby Rose getting thrown in jail? Right? right?
"Elf, if he stumbles onto this at some point, is probably going to freak."
Please have mercy.
"They have none to give my friend. For the internet is as cruel as it is funny. And it is REALLY funny."
*whimpers**