A/N: I was lying down ready to sleep for the night until this new idea popped into my head. I... I just had to type it tonight lol. Anyways I just made a short prologue chapter just to see how it'd be received. No idea on any kind of update schedule for this one... I guess it depends on what kind of reviews I get; I'll base it off of that.

But yes, this will be a new team consisting of Winter Schnee, Miltia Malachite, Penny, and an OC named Grace Violette.

I am unsure of pairings [maybe Nuts & Dolts and White Flame (Winter x Yang) and others] at the moment but this story will focus on this new team instead of RWBY [although they will have quite a bit of screen time as well].

I hope you all enjoy this little random story of mine lol. Let me know what you guys think!

Winter Schnee

"Father, you worry too much, I know what I have to do."

Without even waiting for him to respond, the girl hung up her scroll and tossed it carelessly onto the empty seat next to her. Ignoring the few glances she received in the process from the other onlookers she continued chewing on her mint flavored gum loudly as if daring someone to speak up and complain. When no one did, the arrogant girl pulled out a small handheld mirror to observe herself in.

Flipping it open she instantly smiled at her own reflection. She always took great strides to look her best. Her short white hair with the bangs just sitting perfectly over her right ice blue eye, the perfect feminine shape of her face, and just the right amount of makeup applied; she looked absolutely stunning.

Flipping the little mirror closed and stuffing it into her expensive white purse, the white haired girl leaned back in the peasant chair she was forced to sit in. In fact just being in the presence of other lower class people already made her scrunch up her nose in disgust.

Her father had encouraged her to use a public shuttle to fly to Vale, insisting that using one of their own private ones would round up unwanted attention from others. She had to agree on that point but… Well she wasn't green behind the ears when it came to a fight. Winter loved the thrill of the hunt, the feeling of being victorious over a defeated opponent.

After all… She was a Schnee.

A Schnee born and raised, of course she'd be in a confrontation no matter where she went. She was trained by the best teachers and instructors money could buy in Atlas. She'd even go as far to say she was better than her dear older sister Weiss.

Sure Weiss was older but the girl didn't understand the finer points about fighting. She just didn't take it as serious as it was; just looking at her attire for example was one point. Where Weiss opted to wear a combat skirt as she referred to it by; Winter opted to dress elegant but also for the occasion.

Right now she was dressed in her combat attire. Consisting of a sleeveless silver blouse with the SDC's snowflake logo stamped on the back of it in black, tight leather black pants that were fastened with a silver belt which held a multitude of various dust vials, knee high steel plated silver boots, and the small silver metal pauldron that covered her left shoulder down to her forearm; concealing what was underneath on her skin.

Dressed to impress but also serving to be functional. Everything she wore had a purpose in battle but also was light enough so she could move around and concentrate unhindered. A small price to pay for being an adept dust mage.

Where others wore clothing imbedded with dust to enhance their abilities, Winter opted to take a more… critical route. As she said, everything she wore served a purpose but what most didn't know was that none of her clothing contained dust in it. Underneath her pauldron was a dust infused tattoo that ran down her shoulder to her forearm. She kept it hidden under the metal plating but wasn't particularly ashamed of it. It'd just be a hassle if people knew she was a Schnee since the tattoo was in the shape of their trademarked logo.

So she kept it hidden but also in plain sight once she unleashed her abilities. Her livelihood as she liked to call it. Her instructors had informed her that she was almost seen as a prodigy with her dust manipulation control. It could have tied into her semblance as well since it was in fact the creation of ice seemingly out of thin air, but one thing was for sure; Winter definitely lived up to her name.

Forcing herself not to laugh out loud on the public bullhead, Winter bit her bottom lip. Thinking back on the time where she had actually started a winter in her parent's house almost caused her to laugh out in public, among these people beneath her.

Glancing around once more with an air of superiority to her, Winter fell back into her thoughts yet again. The time she had finally learned her semblance and wanted to show her elder sister, Weiss. She remembered the two of them were no older than nine and eight and the two of them had just finished playing outside in the snow. Weiss had beaten her aptly in a snowball fight but Winter being the sore loser that she was grew angrier and angrier with the outcome and during her temper tantrum directed at her gloating sister Weiss; suddenly the entire living room where they stood had frozen over around the two girls.

She remembered the look of shock and fear in Weiss' eyes when she witnessed it! It was simply delicious thinking back on how scared her older sister was. In fact Winter herself was terrified too, not knowing what happened at the time. Her parents however were more upset than anything, having to have hired a company to clean the entire room and dry it from developing mold.

Although not exactly a happy memory, it was in fact one of the last times where she and Weiss had gotten somewhat along… Things after that had gone downhill for the two of them. Even though they were raised as sisters, the two of them couldn't have been farther apart. Their falling out was rocky at best, to the point where they never even acknowledged each other. Winter knew it was mostly her fault for pushing Weiss away though.

It just wasn't fair however… Since Weiss was the eldest, she was to be made Heiress of the Schnee Dust Corporation. The entire SDC… even though Winter herself had proven to be both physically and mentally stronger over Weiss with her grades and training. But her father's word was law. Weiss was to be made the new leader of the largest dust distribution company in all of Remnant.

Winter was jealous when the news had been announced. It was only a matter of time until her jealously turned into anger and her anger turned to hate.

Maybe if she was younger she would have been saddened to admit that she hated her sister, but the news of last year forever sealed her hatred for the older girl. When Weiss announced that she was going to attend the hunter school of Beacon in Vale despite her father's wishes, Winter finally realized just how selfish the girl was. That then was the final straw for her.

Of course however this played into her favor and she knew it. This is why she too is on her way to Beacon. Not to visit her dear old sister though, no it was for another reason… One that was just beginning.

"Passengers of flight three seven one; welcome to Vale!" An electronic voice cut in, interrupting the short white haired girl's inner thoughts.

But instead of scowling at the brutish electronic speaker, Winter's lips curved upwards into a wicked grin.

"Oh, I can't wait to see how much you've grown, Weiss."

Penny

"Ozpin, the council demands it! I think I'm being pretty lenient here."

Ozpin continued leaning back in his chair in his office. He brought his eyes to look at his old friend in the face and fought against the frown that threatened to show on his own face. He kept his cool façade up and finally let out a sound of exhaustion.

It has been a week since the council had informed him of Ironwood's taking over of security of the Vytal festival as well as the overlooking of Vale as a kingdom, relieving the headmaster of his duties. That right there was hard enough to swallow for Ozpin but then the council had the audacity to suggest that Ironwood have a security force in Beacon for good measure was the end of the line for him.

Ozpin knew he could fight against the council's demand but it wouldn't be the smartest thing to do; they in fact funded his school, and as much as he didn't like the idea he knew he was powerless to fight against it. For the good of his present and future students he'd have to set his pride aside and seriously consider his friend's offer.

All in all it wasn't a very bad one. It was almost like James actually felt bad for the council's decision to have him infringe on his school. His offer was … acceptable to a degree but…

"Run it by me one more time." Ozpin stated in an even voice as he relaxed in his chair behind his desk.

He watched the taller James Ironwood exhale before folding his hands behind his back and stare back at him before speaking up.

"Like I said before; instead of me just sending my Atlas troops into your school… I could in fact only send one… girl to appease the council." He started before his hardened face soften just a bit.

"Listen Ozpin, I don't like this anymore than you do; but hear me out. This… girl, she's my greatest creation. She alone is worth more than my entire army in my eyes." James uttered in a hurried tone before finally taking a seat on one of the chairs opposite to Ozpin, behind his desk.

"Her name is Penny… She is a combat android. The best of the best; the perfect prototype, one of a kind." He praised happily. "She is even capable of human emotion and feelings."

Ozpin felt his eyebrow twitch at the hearing of that and actually felt his curiosity get the better of him as he leaned forward ever so slightly in his chair. The subtle gesture however didn't go unnoticed by Ironwood though as he nodded his head and continued speaking.

"You heard right, capable of human emotion. Do you have any idea what kind of breakthrough this is for Atlas?" The man asked excitedly as he raised his hands in the air in a show of gesture.

"And here I am offering her to watch over your school… I only even do this because we are old friends, Oz. I hope you take this offer seriously."

Ozpin sighed lowly before flipping his chair around to look outside his massive window. The last batch of students for the year would be going through initiation in two days, and that there gave him an idea about the girl Ironwood was speaking about.

Smiling to himself, Ozpin slowly turned his chair around to look back at James who had on a curious expression; no doubt waiting for his answer.

"This girl… Penny you said her name was?" He asked to which James silently nodded his head. "I take it she is proficient in combat and protecting herself and others correct?"

He watched as the General frowned before speaking. "Of course, she is a combat android developed by me. Who is going to be in the service of you acting as security… What kind of question is that?"

The headmaster only smirked at the hearing of James' tone which sounded almost hurt as if Ozpin himself was doubting his engineering capabilities.

"I was just asking, old friend. I hope you don't take offense." He chuckled out before turning serious once more.

"I ask this because I have an idea for her involvement in my school." He continued as he watched James' eyes narrow ever so slightly.

"I have one more final initiation for my new batch of first year students happening in a couple of days… If she's as good as you say then she should have no problems passing." Ozpin explained.

He watched General James Ironwood look conflicted for a moment before he nodded his head slowly. "While I think this is just a ploy for you to observe what Penny is capable of with your own eyes, I can't say it's a bad idea… Fine by me then, old friend."

Ozpin's smirk only widened at the hearing of that. His plan was coming together slowly but surely. If Penny surely was as good as he said then this would all work out fine. She would probably even be made team leader in that case. A team that would be going through just a tad bit more than the regular students.

Unclasping his hands from underneath his desk, Ozpin reached over for his mug of coffee and took a swig before asking Ironwood one final question regarding this business of theirs…

"So, when can I finally meet this Penny of yours that we're speaking about?"

Miltiades Malachite

"W- What do you mean you don't work for me anymore?"

Miltia gave the man a hard look before slashing her claws together in an aggressive manner. The distinct sound of metal on metal grinding together sent chills down her spine but she secretly relished the threatening melody.

She kept her cold green eyes on her former employer as he sat rigid in the massive crimson chair behind his black desk in his office. Miltia stood in front of his desk still continuing to grind her claws together while staring at him. She watched as his small beady eyes looked down towards her weapons before he visibly swallowed fearfully and looked back up at her.

"Like I said… I have bigger plans to attend to." Miltia uttered, keeping her voice low and almost sounding like a predatorial growl.

To say she had changed from her quiet and timid self would be an understatement. She was now a completely different person. Ever since that day, almost a whole week ago now when the Grimm entered the city from an abandoned tunnel… Her life had changed for the worst. She'd never be the same… Not without… her.

Fighting back the burning sensation of emotion that threatened to spill out of her eyes, Miltia scowled at Junior. The man kept his eyes on her as if asking for an explanation but she wouldn't give one to him. Only the bare details.

"I won't be shackled down to your pathetic bar any longer. Don't try to contact me ever again."

And with that she turned on her crimson heel and proceeded to exit his office but stopped dead cold in her tracks at his next question.

"What about Melanie? Where is she?"

Miltia felt the barrier she had up over her emotions break away as a single tear was shed. Her body grew cold before she started to tremble lightly. Her left hand slowly made its way under the hem of her skirt and grasped a cold metal object.

Without so much as a warning, Miltia spun back around on her heel and whirled a long and slender knife right towards Junior's head. The sudden move caused the older man to duck for cover from his chair as the weapon embedded itself into the wooden headrest of his seat; right where his head was resting just a moment ago.

"Don't you ever mention my sister's name again." Miltia hissed evilly before leaving the room quietly.

She brushed past the various guards who watched her without so much as a second glance. She recognized almost all of them, having worked in the club for well over five years, but that all changed a week ago.

On that fateful day she never would have guessed what was about to take place. Her sister… her better half… gone.

So quickly… And for what?!

Because those self-proclaimed heroes at Beacon couldn't even defend their own city. Those huntsmen and huntresses who just sat pretty in that high and mighty school of theirs couldn't have bothered to defend the town until it was too late…

Too late for her sister.

Clawed down like…-

Miltia sobbed violently the moment she exited the loud and pounding music of the club and into the evening air of downtown Vale. Despite having nowhere to go at the moment, she had somewhere to be in a couple of days.

Ever since the accident, she couldn't return to her home. She was reminded of her sister's death everywhere she looked. She couldn't work for Junior anymore… She'd be brought back up; but yesterday she had an idea. A plan to right the wrongs of the people who did this to her sister.

The same people who couldn't be bothered to defend against the civilian populace unless it benefitted them as a whole.

Beacon.

Miltia applied to Beacon Academy yesterday; completing the written portion and passing easily. They informed her that the last initiation exam would take place in two days and for her to attend. What better way to get revenge than to train under the same people who should have prevented her sister's death?

She'd right the wrongs the right way. She'd do it herself… for Melanie. Her better half, the last of her family, the only love she had in this sad life of hers.

She continued to aimlessly walk the sidewalks of Vale until it was time for her to report to Beacon. She could care less about the future students and people she'd be meeting and interacting with. She only had one goal in her mind; revenge.

Of course she knew she had to plan this out intelligently. Unlike her sister, Miltia was a patient girl. She fought with her mind instead of just rushing into brawls like Melanie loved to do so often… No, she'd take this nice and slow. She'd burn them slowly from the inside out.

Flipping her claws into themselves so they resembled two scarlet bracelets, Miltia crossed her arms over her chest and continued to shuffle through the busy streets of downtown Vale. She kept her face pointed downwards and her dead green eyes towards the earth.

Miltia Malachite was no longer the same girl that people knew… With a heart full of hate and vengeance; it was only a matter of time until she broke.

The only question though… Was when?

Grace Violette

"Just… one… more… wire… And there! Got it!" The small girl exclaimed loudly in her dimly lit room.

Smiling to herself and nodding her head in excitement, the purple haired girl wiped her brow before taking the large green lensed goggles off her face and placing them down on the worktable in front of her.

Pushing her rebellious bangs out of her black eyes, she felt a genuine smile take form on her face as she admired her work.

The small silver cylinder that was lying dormant on the wooden table in front of her was her latest creation. A dust grenade.

With this she had the utmost faith in her future huntress abilities. They were nothing like the grenades that the army used. Oh no… these were far superior and in fact the first of its kind! These small cylinders contained pure uncut crystals of different dust types that were lined with small doses of traditional TNT. With the push of a button; located at the head of the grenade, she'd be able to arm the device and throw it at her target.

Depending on the type of dust present in the grenade; each having a different color strip running down the side of it that corresponded with its element [red for fire, blue for ice, etc.] the grenade would present different effects. A fire dust grenade would explode into a fiery inferno that would most likely result in the destruction of … well everything around it.

Grace of course hadn't gotten the chance to test out her new toys. Something she was just dying to do tonight. And quickly! She already had gotten accepted into Beacon the other day; waiting until the last minute probably wasn't the smartest thing to do but… She was nervous. She didn't want to be around that many kids so she opted to go at the last time possible to avoid bumping into anyone. It was somewhat a success as there were only a few other students trying their luck to apply to become a huntsmen or huntress.

Taking her purple work gloves off and shutting the lamp off on her table, Grace quickly got up off of her chair and made her way towards her home's bathroom. She shared her modest home with both her mother and father. The two of them ran a small dust repair shop. A store that specialized in the fixing of any electronic that ran on the material of dust. Be it from microwave to sometimes even a bullhead; she was glad to have taken after her parents' scientific genius.

Although instead of repairing mundane type items, Grace Violette enjoyed tinkering and creating her own crafts. Of course this got her into her own fair share of trouble, sometimes she managed to blow the roof off of their home and other times… the roof of someone else's. She made sure to stay away from dust powered dummy guided rockets ever since that incident with her neighbors…

As Grace made her way towards the bathroom, she could smell the delicious cooking of her mother's cuisine downstairs. She made sure to hurry into the washroom and clean up before her food would get cold. Quickly washing her hands and her face she took note of the dirt under her fingernails and attempted to wash them clean. She knew full well that her mom would complain about one speck of dust on her person; always stating that a girl should present herself in a clean manner no matter what she was doing.

She had no idea how her mom thought she'd be able to do that with the countless experiments she did, but a happy mother was a gracious mother. So she abided by her rules and washed her hands and face as best she could.

Looking up in the mirror, Grace took note of how extensive the bags were under her eyes. Her black pupils even managed to look dulled by how exhausted she felt. She had been working on creating the perfect assortment of weapons for her to use once she was admitted into Beacon this past week; she'd barely slept. Even her vibrant violet hair seemed brittle and worn as if drying up from the fatigue she felt.

Playing with her bangs a bit to get them to stay out of her eyes, Grace tied her loose hair into a low ponytail that reached the top of her back with a black band and exited the bathroom. She quickly hopped down the stairs towards the kitchen, still dressed in her casual clothes which consisted of black sweat pants and a plain white tee shirt. She wasn't wearing her new uniform yet, having just had crafted her combat gear that she'd be wearing to Beacon the past week as well and knew it only needed the finishing touches that she would apply tonight; right after she finished creating about fifty more dust grenades.

Jumping down the last couple of stairs, Grace was greeted by both her mother and father already seated at the small dining room table with their meals in front of them. Both looked up at her when her feet crashed to the tile floor in a loud thud with disapproving looks.

"Grace, how many times have I told you not to jump down the stairs?" Her mother asked in a slightly annoyed tone as she cut a piece of her meat and stuck it into her mouth.

Grace only shrugged her shoulders before plopping down in her own seat and dug into her food; falling in love with the taste of her mother's homemade cooking. This was probably the thing she'd miss most while she was attending Beacon. Luckily for her though, her parent's shop wasn't very far from the school; she knew she would be able to visit pretty easily on her downtime.

"Hey dad! You should see the grenades I just finished making, do you wanna test it together after dinner?" The girl quickly asked towards her father.

She watched his black eyes light up as he bobbed his head up and down happily; his messy head of black hair shook with his head movements.

"You betcha, girl! I can't wait to see that thing explo-" He started in an animated manner before her mother interrupted harshly by clearing her throat at her father's eagerness.

Grace watched her dad lower his head slightly as if avoiding his wife's gaze then cleared his throat.

"I- I mean only after you finish packing, dear." He replied back in the ever responsible father figure tone of voice.

Grace herself only groaned as she turned her eyes towards her mother who wore a smug expression and met her daughter's gaze. Her mother's red eyes held a look of triumph in them that only caused Grace to groan even louder.

"I will, I promise dad! Let's just-" Grace attempted to complain before her mother once again interjected.

"Just like how you promised to finish doing your laundry last night? No. You will finish your chores and pack your gear… and do your laundry." Her mother hissed out as she brushed her own violet hair out of her face before glowering at Grace.

"I won't have my only daughter attend the most prestigious combat academy with dirty underwear!"

Grace instantly dropped her fork and knife and attempted to hide her face at the laughter from her father at her mother's comments. She'd only gone to school once with dirty clothes and her mother refused to let it go. It happened over four years ago!

Hearing her mother join in on her father's laughter at her humiliation, Grace kept her face buried and only kept her sanity in thinking about how she'd be able to go back to her room and complete her new toys tonight… Of course after she finished all of her chores.

Only two more days until I'm on my own… No more parents… And laundry…

Suffice to say; Grace Violette wouldn't get much sleep that night.

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