So, another RWBY story and this time it's a scifi one. If you haven't played FTL, you don't need to. You'll still be able to understand most of the story. I do however urge you to play it anyway because the game is fun, if a little difficult.

Anyway, let's get this story started!

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The Rebels Alliance is a human supremest faction that aim to purge the galaxy of all faunus and all who sympathize with them. They are ruthless and cunning and will stop at nothing to achieve their goals

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Within close proximity of the jump beacon was a federation outpost. It was a small space station, orbiting around the long range jump beacon that severed as the entrance to that sector of space.

The sector was called Vale 13 – A civilian sector generally inhabited by factionless humans and faunus. Ever since the fall of the federation some lunar cycles ago, the sector was experiencing unrest. The Rebel Alliance had won. Who knew how many solar cycles it would be til they came and took over their home?

Those questions were the very same ones that Ozpin was thinking. Comander Ozpin was, as his rank name implied, the commander of the federation outpost within this sector. He had pure grey hair and circular glasses. His eyes were deep and dark, but, altogether, kind. In one hand he held a mug of warm coffee and in the other he held a cane. In the calm quiet of his office, he stood and stared thoughtfully out the windows.

It was a circular room, with a similarly circular elevator shaft down the middle. The floors were rustic looking wood paneling and the floor to ceiling windows gave him a panoramic view of the space around the station. He had no furniture aside from a quarter-ring shaped table and two chairs on either side. His office was cozy and welcoming – befit to a man like Ozpin, despite his eccentric and somewhat cryptic personality.

The elevators opened with an all but soundless whoosh of a pneumatic sliding door. Following that were the audible clicks of high heeled shoes. Ozpin knew exactly who it was and could almost feel the urgency emanating from the person. It seems that any jokes he wished to make were to be put aside. This was going to be business.

Ozpin turned and faced his visitor. "Glynda. I take it that you have bad news?"

Glynda Goodwitch, secretary and chief of staff of the outpost. A blonde woman with sharp eyes and half-moon glasses, carrying a large tablet computer. If Ozpin was the brains of the operation, Glynda was the rest of the nervous system. Without her, the outpost would be crippled.

"Of a sorts." She said. She made some swipes on her tablet and its contents suddenly flashed up on the windows. "There is a small Mantis Class cruiser heading this way."

On the screen was a heavily damaged space ship. Red in color but haphazardly painted over with purple, it had two prongs sticking out of the front, looking very similar to the jaws of large insects, thus earning the name Mantis Class.

"It is a pirate ship. A notorious one called The White Fang." The ship's specs and known crew members were brought up. The last picture to come up was a faunus with red hair. He was wearing a mask and held and formidable looking katana. "I believe her captain is named Adam Taurus"

Ozpin took a sip of his coffee, not taking his eyes off the screen. "Go on." He said.

"As you know, pirates are branded as criminals and our directive for encounters with them are to shoot first and ask questions later."

"Unfortunately…" Ozpin muttered.

"However, there is a change in circumstances with this case." Glynda said, catching Ozpin's interest. "For one, the moment The White Fang entered this jump beacon's range, it was already damaged. For another, it is currently issuing both a distress signal and a message to the station."

Ozpin raised an eyebrow. Interesting…

"Do you wish for me to play it back to you?"

With a nod, Ozpin signalled Glynda to play the message. A static riddled video transmission played on the screen. The audio was garbled but as was understandable for the most part.

"Bla-…BlAKe can you hEAAAAAAR mE…? I MeSSEd Up bLakE… I snUCK into the ReBEL sTRongHolD… I lEarn-… iNgs I shOuldN't have… They F-F-F_F… Me So I had TO EsCaPe-ppppppp… FolLOWed… Not mUCH Time… Th-Th-Th-Th…COMing… S-S-S-Sorry… I'm so sorry… -end transmission-"

The final sentence were the only words not garbled by static – same with the video. The blurry outline of Adam suddenly became crystal clear… and it was a bloody mess…

As the message ended, Ozpin stared at the now blank screen in front of him. His face was hard and lacked emotion but it was clear that what he saw was not something he liked. "Are there any life signs on the ship…?" He asked, voice, soft yet sharp

"There was one but… they ceased shortly after the transmission ended…"

Ozpin sat down and laid his hands on the table. "… Blake. What is Blake Belladonna's background again?"

Once again, Glynda brought up the needed information on the window screens. "Blake Belladonna. Biologically Female. Aged 17 Orbital Cycles. Known affiliations: was part of Mantis and Pirate triads before defecting to the side of the federation… was once a prominent crew member of the infamous pirate ship, The White Fang."

Ozpin narrowed his eyes, before bring up The White Fang ship data once more. "Bring that ship into the hangar. We're going to dissect that ship's systems until we find out exactly what we're dealing with." He said. "And prep the artillery. I expect the Rebel's arrival to this quiet sector of space will be coming sooner rather than later…"

With a nod Glynda turned off all the window screens and returned to the elevator. The pneumatic whoosh of the doors closing marked the last time Ozpin would notice said sound.

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In the hangar, Ozpin stood in view of two Kestrel Class cruisers. They were the old Federation standard cruisers many cycles ago but has since been replaced by the much newer Osprey Class cruisers. Of course, these ships weren't hunks of junks. They may not have been up to military standard but for the mission he had in mind, they were enough.

To his left was the Red-Tail, a Kestrel ship confiscated from a laser aficionado by the name of junior who wished to defect to the Rebel cause. It had a nice even coat of orange paint and two blue strips on the side. It came equipped with four basic lasers. Not the most effective of weapons, but it seemed that the original owner decided quantity was better than quality. It will at least be effective at taking down enemies with less than four shields.

To his right was The Swallow, a ship that was taken by pirate and was later retaken by the original owner. Said owner donated the ship to the outpost a few solar cycles ago. It was equipped with strange new technologies – a hacking module, a clone bay, and a stun ion weapon. Apparently these are systems and weaponry made public just a few cycles before the federation fell. It was no wonder that there haven't been many sitings of ships with those systems.

The sound of footsteps echoed behind him. Even in the cacophonous roar of activity within the hangar, he could still hear the people coming up behind him. Ozpin took a deep breath and steeled himself before turning to face them.

"Jaune Arc, reporting for duty" He was a blond boy – messy hair; weak looking arms – not a particularly impressive person. Next to him was a strikingly tall, amazonian woman with red hair and green eyes. "Pyrrha Nikos, reporting for duty" On either side of them was a tall boy with a stoic air about him and a bubbly girl with a large smile. "Lie Re– and NORA! - reporting for duty."

Behind them, the next team walked out the hall and into the hangar. A calm and soft spoken girl walked forward and saluted. "Blake Belladonna, reporting for duty." Next to her was a short albino girl with a large scar on her left eye. "Weiss Schnee, reporting for duty." On the other side of Blake was another impressively tall and muscular girl with a wild head of blond hair. "Yang Xaio Long, reporting" Behind her was a small and nervous looking girl. She wore a red hooded jacket over her uniform and had a red streak on the particularly long strands of her bangs. "Ruby Rose… reporting, sir"

Ozpin looked at them, seeing young adults, about to go out into the world. He saw the innocence in many of their eyes, save for three. He wished it didn't have to come to this.

"The eight of you. Do you know why I called you all here today?" When he received a no from all of them, he continued. "On the screen right now…" He snapped his fingers and several holographic displays appeared behind him. "…is data we acquired not long ago about a particular ship. Do any of you have any comments on it…?"

Ruby spoke up first. "A Triple Heavy Artillery Cannon! And a Swarm Missle Launcher! And a Charge Artillery Ion Blaster! I've only ever seen those weapons in tech demos!" Her voice was faint as she squealed in excitement.

Jaune also spoke. "Not only that. Sixty four power reactor? Automated AI systems? Ten layer Zoltan Shield? That thing's a monster." He said, somewhat shaken. "Is that ship even real…?"

"Unfortunately, it is. This, my young crew, is the reason reason The Federation fell during the battle of Atlas 1."

The eight's faces grew wary. Atlas 1 was Federation Central Command. The Rebels had invaded and wiped out literally everything in sight. The Federation forces had put up a good fight but the arrival of a certain ship turned the tide of the battle in favor of the Rebels. No one survived who knew what the ship was actually capable of, only that it was dangerous. Was this the ship they were talking about?

"The Rebel Flagship" Weiss breathed.

"That is correct, Miss Schnee. The schematics you see on the screen right now is The Rebel Flagship" Ozpin gestured to the two ships behind him currently being supplied with cargo and fuel. "Your mission is to bring this data to the last remaining Federation Stronghold in Vale 1"

Jaune's eyes went wide. "You want us to travel 7 sectors through dangerous and hostile territory to bring them data on this… beast of a ship!?" He asked, more in fear than anything else.

"I say this with a heavy heart, but yes. That is exactly what I want you to do. This data also carries the weakness of the Flagship as well as how it defends against those who wish to exploit said weakness. The Rebel Fleet outnumbers the Federation's by a somewhat large margin, but we are nothing if not resourceful. Our fleet can hold its own against the Rebels but we cannot prevail if the Flagship remains. It must be destroyed if we are to have any hope of survival."

The eight looked down. It was understandable, considering the situation. However, they had very little time. The Rebels could arrive in a matter of cycles. They could not afford to dilly-dally.

"Your mission will start in exactly one solar cycle. Until then, think on the choice of whether to accept or not. Let us hope you don't regret it. Dismissed."

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The Galactic Federation is comprised of mainly faunus, and is thus, split up into six factions. The Human, Mantis, Rock, Slug, Engi, and Zoltan factions. These different factions were created in order to minimize internal conflict between those of differing beliefs. That said, many members of these factions have split off from the Federation and have either become outlaws or pirates due to those attempts. This has made even Federation space a hostile environment for any lone ship.