A/N: So... This is a rather new Angle with the story I'm following. Usually I got something falling into RWBY's world, but this time I'm mixing it up a bit.

DISCLAIMER: Own these universes, I do not. Sue me, their rightful owners Rooster Teeth and Games Workshop shall not.

Night had fallen over the dark forests of Lovespea, the dark clouds rolling in overhead with a promise of rain held in them. It wasn't unusual, the world would rain quite heavily most nights, and cast their forests even further into darkness. Common beasts stalked it, being the usual Grox or Crotalid, yet very few dared to tread the surface of the world and face its cold nights and unforgiving weathers.

On most nights, not one person set foot in the forests, lest they be dragged into its depths by a hungering predator hiding in the thick veils of darkness that littered the forest floor. Most preferred the relative safety of their colonies come nightfall.

But this night, deep in the forests, there was one oddball. A lone girl clad in black and red with a crimson cloak who could've been mistaken for a character straight out of a fairy tale, with pale skin, black hair turning red just at the tips and eyes seeming to be pure pools of silver, wandered about. Her name was Ruby Rose, and she honestly had no idea how she had gotten here, or where exactly "here" was. Only last night she knew, she'd gone into her own bed, at her dorm, with her friends, her team, and this morning, she'd waken up in a dark, wet forest, her friends nowhere to be found and left with only her "baby", Crescent Rose.

She had idly wandered about for hours now with not the faintest idea where on Remnant she was, annoyed at the twist of fate. Just yesterday, she was fighting Grimm in the middle of the city, and was very tired, and ready for bed come the end of the day. Now, caught in some place totally unknown to her, she had to keep her head on a constant swivel, ready for any kind of Grimm attack from any direction in this dust-forsaken place... but nightfall had revealed three things to her...

One, all her dust-based munitions wouldn't work...

Two, there were no Grimm here...

And Three, she was not on Remnant anymore.

Yesterday, she would've been confused, scared, frustrated possibly, or maybe even infuriated. But right now, she was just tired, and bored. So here she was, cutting down any branch or bush that happened to be in her way, just looking for a way out of this darned forest.

It was about another hour of wandering about that she caught a deep blue-purple light, emanating from maybe a mile or two away to what she assumed was North. She shrugged, before wandering off towards the light...

Not like things could get any worse, right?

Inquisitorial Rose

She cursed her luck, of course things could get worse, she just had to jinx herself.

There were braziers on each corner of some sort of raised... temple? She wasn't sure, but the temple was properly blown to bits, razed to the ground and left as only rubble. The braziers held skulls in them, and were decorated with the most unnerving decor she'd ever seen, feeling as though they were gazing at her, laughing. The skulls were aflame in the blue-purple flames. In the center of the rubble, several figures stood, all in dirty, torn robes and rags of blue and purple. They were tattooed, and horribly malformed and mutated, several had their bodies grotesquely fused with their clothing and armors, making Ruby nearly gag at the sight.

They seemed to be performing some sort of ritual, which, normally, would have already seemed odd to her. What made her luck even worse was the sight of one of them, with a staff holding an 8-pronged star atop, with some sort of orb levitating in the center of it, tearing one of his followers' throats out. She was hiding behind some rubble, listening in on the leader rant...

"You incompetent fools! The Ritual will not work without a Pure Virgin as sacrifice! Do not bring me some random whore from off the streets, at best I want a kidnapped and stripped Sororitas here!" he roared. Ruby gulped sinking deeper into cover. She didn't know what this ritual was, but she wasn't too keen on finding out. As quietly as she could, she started to skulk away through the shadows. Unfortunately, she could barely see where she was going through the darkness, and ended up stumbling over a piece of rubble, falling face first with Crescent Rose clattering loudly against the ground, immediately drawing all attention to her.

Quickly picking herself back up, she looked on at the cultists gazing her down. She dropped into a ready stance, and their leader merely began to saunter forward, the staff in one hand and his other extended towards her...

"Why, hello, my lovely girl... I am Father Corian, the leader of these gentlemen. Please, wont you accompany us?" he said in a silky voice, his eyes glowing a shade of pink. Immediately, she felt her mind assailed with foreign thoughts, of carnal desires and pleasures. Growling, she shook herself free of the unnatural influence, and deployed her scythe, rising into a more aggressive stance.

"NO! I'm not your sacrifice! Leave me alone!" Ruby roared, taking the hideous man back some. He merely chuckled after a moment of recovering from his shock, before continuing, this time, in a far more sinister sounding voice.

"Hmmm... Never before has anyone resisted Slaanesh's temptation gifted unto me... I like you. But I simply can't take 'no' for an answer, girl. Now you force us to bring you in using force. A pity, it could've been so pleasurable for you, if you'd just come willingly."

"You can try me all you want! But I'm free, and you won't conquer me! I won't crawl, most of all, I won't fall! Not for You! Not Here! And Not Now!" Ruby roared, before pointing her scythe towards them, daring them to make the first move...

A man clad in black stalked through the forests, his boltgun on his hip and his retinue of Ordo Tempestus and Sororitas close on his heels. He didn't bother speaking to the Arbites, didn't have too much to say before trekking through the forest come nightfall. He considered himself a just and holy man, bringing tens of thousands of heretics justice from the barrel of his own boltgun over the last century. He was clad in black artificer power armor, a gift from the Salamanders Space Marine Chapter, with the holy seals of the Inquisition present upon his left shoulder pad, chest plate, and atop his wide-brimmed hat. Upon his right shoulder pad, he held the symbol of the Ordo Hereticus, his home organisation. He had several purity seals scattered over his armor, and a small cluster of them on his boltgun.

He sauntered through the forest with unmatched swagger, his normal walk, as anyone who'd spent more than a year with him could tell an onlooker. His name was Peter Terminus, Lord Inquisitor of the Ordo Hereticus. He was very young for a Lord Inquisitor, being only of some 121 years of age, and he looked as though he could be a century younger. Any uninformed person could've easily mistaken him from his youthful appearance for a man in his early twenties, and his pitch-black hair and stubble on his chin with a faint mustache didn't help in that regard. He, his two Tempestus Scions, and his two Celestians from the Order of the Ebon Chalice, made their way through the forest at a steady pace. None were worried, the five of them had done this dance many times now, and were confident in their ability to kick whatever heretics were stirring up trouble.

After about an hour into their trek, they were nearly at their stop. They could see the glow of the unholy braziers just beyond a kilometer away. But, they stopped their trek on a dime, hearing gun shots accompanied by masculine screams coming from the Heretics' location. Nodding to his followers, they began a dead sprint toward the clearing.

They were all treated to an... interesting sight. Here stood the heretics, dying to a little girl with a scythe at least twice as large as the wielder. They watched as an ornately dressed man with a staff bearing the star of Chaos on top rushed the girl, only to have his attack deftly sidestepped and find himself kicked into another cultist, bringing both down into the rubble. Another swung downward with a longsword, only for his blade to get caught on the shaft of the scythe and get brutally shoved off, the blade of the scythe downward, but the blade at the end of the shaft cut across the heretic's face, slicing right across his eyes and blinding him. Not wasting a moment, the girl brought her scythe blade around, which straightened out like a spear, and impaled the man through the abdomen, and forcing him back until he tripped and fell into the rubble. Ripping the blade out of the dying man, she looked at the blade, still a sterling silver and surprisingly clean, and saw the reflection of a heretic behind her swinging a pickax. She simply sidestepped the the attack, letting the pick fall past her into the already dying cultist's chest, before snapping her scythe back to it's proper form and swinging the blade around, burying it in his side. Pushing her own body against the shaft, she quickly pivoted around and hoisted the gasping man up in front of her as the man with a scythe blasted it apart with dark sorcery.

"Damn, she's good." One of the Celestians said, looking down to see at least seventeen more corpses, all with wounds inflicted by that scythe. The Inquisitor merely nodded, stroking his stubble beard with one hand and resting his hand on the boltgun on his hip. The girl could fight, that was for sure... he'd have to question her...

In the blink of an eye, the girl had discarded the corpse and closed the distance in a flash, ramming her blade through the sorcerer's chest, the blade exiting out his back and biting deep into the forehead of the cultist behind him still getting up, killing both in an instant. Slamming her shoulder against the dead sorcerer's chest, she bent her back leg as she hefted the corpse over her shoulder and into another man, bringing him down under the falling corpse. Pivoting around on her heel as the corpse fell, another swung down with a mace, only to get viciously pushed back and off to the side with the shaft, before the girl slammed the shaft into the face, breaking his nose. not a moment later, the girl followed up with a downward strike with the end of her scythe across his chest, forcing him to double over, and ending with a brutal upward strike across the man's chest, flinging him back, spinning as he landed on his chest. He was still alive, to everyone's surprise, and Peter quickly concluded he must've hidden a breastplate under his robes. The cultist attempted to crawl away, but was cut off from the girl hefting the scythe overhead and dropping it down into the pathetic man's back between his shoulder blades.

He smiled as the girl ripped the blade out, spitting on the corpse. Perhaps he could work with this...

Ruby growled as she spat on the corpse. She wasn't in the mood, nor did she have the damns to give for the live she'd taken. She wasn't bothered that she'd killed them, after all, had she not done so, they certainly would have done unthinkable things to her. It was justified to her, and for that reason she knew their faces and screams wouldn't haunt her next she slept. Sighing, she suddenly stiffened up as she heard clapping from behind her.

Spinning around fast enough to make an eldar jealous, she leveled her gaze on the source of the clapping. A man clad in black, very fine armor, two women in resplendent armor each brandishing large guns, and two men armored lesser than the previous three, but seemingly equipped with some sorts of energy based weapons stood before her, the latter four eyeing her cautiously with the first still clapping away with an amused grin displayed across his youthful face. She eyed them as cautiously as they seemed to be eyeing her, and she readied her weapon in case they meant her harm.

She tightened the grip on her weapon as the black-clad man in the middle simply nodded at her, and narrowed her eyes. She noticed too late, however, he wasn't nodding at her. He was nodding past her.

Immediately, she felt a sort of pinch on the side of her neck, and a cool sensation spreading through her body out from her neck. The long, exhausting day and night instantly caught up to her then, she thought, before blacking out, and hitting the floor...

"Good timing, Jay." Inquisitor Terminus said simply to the Callidus Assassin, before walking up and lifting the girl up and shouldering her. "Marcus?" he said, gaining the Scion in question's attention. "See to the cleanup, if you would? I want this place more thoroughly burned down this time."

The man simply nodded, not saying a word but walking off, touching a finger to his vox bead to issue out his orders to others coming down from orbit. Terminus garnered a smug grin as he looked to his other companions and waggled his eyebrows. The other Scion merely gave a coarse chuckle and the Sororitas rolled their eyes, and after he moved to order a Valkyrie down for their pickup.

Ruby groaned as she started coming to. She couldn't feel much, but concluded she'd been drugged by someone from behind, and knew she was sitting down. The chair had arms, and her wrists were propped up on them, bound to the chair by metal cuffs attached to chains.

She still couldn't see much, but her hearing was slowly coming back to her, she could hear the presence of only one other person, though what had gotten her in this situation, she believed it safe to believe otherwise. The man she could hear was in front of her, she knew.

After a few more minutes, she could properly open her eyes and see, though groggily. It was the man who nodded to whoever was behind her to drug her, and though she knew she should be angry, she couldn't bring herself to anger at the moment. Perhaps it was another effect of the drug...

"Well, well, well... you're finally awake!" The man stated, his accent not one she could recognize. "I believe introductions are in order, yes? I am Peter Terminus, Lord Inquisitor of the Ordo Hereticus. Can you tell me your name?"

"Ugh... D-did you... d-drug-g-g m-me?" Ruby stated groggily, rolling her head and unconsciously cracking her neck."

"Yes, I did. It was the only way I saw to bring the situation to a peaceful resolution, rest assured, we meant you no harm. Now, my girl, would you please answer my question?" He said patiently, folding his hands over the table.

"R-right... M-my na-ame i-is... R-ruby R-rose..." She stated, earning a positive response, she thinks, from the man interrogating her.

"Ruby Rose? What an odd, but lovely name. Both uncommon where I come from... Now, tell me Ruby, how old are you?" He asked calmly. He already knew this answer from bio scans they'd done on her before bringing her into the interrogation room, he merely wanted to make sure this girl's motor functions and the sort were all there.

"F-f-f-f-fif-f-fteen..." Ruby responded.

"Good girl... Now, how many fingers am I holding up?" he asked, holding up his index, middle and pinkie fingers.

"T-three... Three F-fing-gers..."

"Good! Now, the drug should be wearing off in a few seconds, but lastly, tell me your..." He stated, looking her over for any detail he might state to make sure her memory is intact. After about a second, he had his answer. "...eye color."

"S-silver... w-why? C-can't y-y-you see i-it y-yours-s-self?" The girl asked sarcastically. He laughed quietly, that was the first time anyone had responded like that to him in years. The respectful and honored responses were nice and all, but got dull after awhile.

"I merely wish to jog your memory, Ruby, no need to adopt any hostility. Now, you've answered my first set of questions, I believe it's only fair I answer a few of yours. So go ahead, ask away, you have three questions." He stated calmly, hoping to learn something of the girl from her questions.

"Y-you... you s-said... Agh..." The girl sputtered and groaned, before looking back up. the look in her eyes told him that the drugs had worn off. "You... you said you part of the... ah... how you say... 'Order Hairy-tusk?' Whats-ugh-whats that?" The girl queried, almost gagging near the end.

"Ordo Hereticus, Ruby, not 'Order Hairy-tusk'. The Ordo Hereticus is a sect of the Inquisition that deals with traitors and heretics, usually threats related to... well... that isn't immediately important. That's one, your next?" He corrected and explained.

"T-the Inquisition... Wha... What's that?"

"The Inquisition in a collection of elite factions charged with the defense of the Imperium from threats such as Xenos, Mutants, Traitors and Heretics. Much of our work within the Imperium is done from the shadows. Now, your third?" He responded in a kind tone.

"The Imperium?" She said, a lost look on her face.

"You don't know of it? It's the only reason Humanity has a place in the Galaxy. Built by our Holy God Emperor, The Imperium of Man is a massive empire spanning across many star systems across the galaxy, to put in a very... basic, bare-bones way." He looked at the girl, seeing much more evident confusion. "Now, I've answered your questions, are you ready for more?"

"I-i'm a bit parched, hungry, actually... I haven't eaten since I woke up in that forsaken forest..." The Inquisitor nodded, snapping his fingers. Two servitors entered the room, each setting down a tray in front of each of them. The trays each held on them a large glass of water and various assorted meats and fruits Ruby didn't recognize. She did recognize the bread, though. The inquisitor merely smiled, and tapped a button on the table, releasing her cuffs.

"Go ahead, eat. I assure you, all of it is good." He said, and the girl responded timidly, taking a piece of grox on her fork before biting down on the meat. She chewed for a few seconds slowly, before gradually speeding up and swallowing the meat. Looking up, she started talking plainly.

"Ah... thanks for undoing the shackles... they weren't very comfortable... and the meat isn't too bad... could use salt and pepper though..." She said quietly, making the Inquisitor smile.

"Y'know, I was thinking the same thing. Here." He stated simply, snapping his fingers once more, bringing in the same servitor as before, this time with two small salt and pepper shakers. "Now, normally, this would go down in a much more painful manner. Other Inquisitors don't often realize that being nice can also make people answer your questions, y'know? Torture just ain't always the best solution." He stated matter-of-factly.

"I ah... I agree. I think torture should only be used as a last resort... inhumane, I think it." She replied.

"Hmmm... Not quite a last resort, I'd say. I merely think one should analyze their target of questioning. You, for example, I know probably wouldn't respond very well to torture, am I mistaken."

"If you'd tortured me, no, I wouldn't be quite as inclined to speak so freely with you."

"Thought so." He said smugly, before taking a bite out of his bread.

The two continued their meal, to which Ruby had appreciated greatly, and made small talk during that time. Finally, after a few minutes, they'd finished, and had the servitor take their empty trays back to the kitchen.

"Ah, a good meal is always refreshing... now, Are you ready to answer my questions, Ruby?" He asked, already knowing her answer.

"Go ahead."

"Good. Now, did those men down there say anything... unusual? Perhaps they'd said any names?" he questioned, and Ruby raised her hand to her chin and rubbed it lightly, thinking back to the encounter.

"Uhhhh... yeah, their leader mentioned someone named... 'Slahnish' I think?.. They also said they needed a pure virgin for their ritual... whatever that means." She stated.

"Hmmm... Troubling, but that situation has been dealt with now... Impressive work, by the way. I applaud you on that. Now... next question, where are you from?"

"Island of Patch, in Vale, Remnant. I was a student at Beacon Academy, the best Hunter academy on Remnant!" She stated, her eyes lighting up some.

"I know of no institution called 'Beacon,' nor do I recognize the name of, what I'm assuming is the planet?" Ruby nodded. "I know of no world named Remnant. How did you get here? And what Hunting academy teaches youth to fight like you do?"

"Ah, well, I went to bed in my dorm with my team after sealing the breach in Vale... but woke up in that darned forest... and for the second question, Our world's hunters fight monsters, the Creatures of Grimm. They're soulless beings, that are attracted to negative emotions and seek to destroy humanity." She said, a slight chill running down her spine.

"I see... Well, knowing the existence of Slaanesh at all makes you a serious threat to the Imperium's security as a civilian. Under normal circumstances, I'd have to quietly dispose of you, a bolt through your head perhaps." This immediately made the girl break out in sweat and turn several shades paler. "But... I'm a Lord Inquisitor, you see, and I hate killing innocents... So! I've a proposal!" he stated jovially, clasping his head together. "You fight well, but are evidently lost without any idea of what's going on. I can teach you everything you need to know, you help me, and I help you. You'll train with me, learn under me, and lead a life of purpose... and luxury when not on the job."

This got Ruby's attention, and she leaned forward, hoping to know more.

"And the best benefit of of joining us is-"

"I won't have to paint the walls with your brains." Came a coarse voice from behind her. She didn't have time to turn around, as she felt the barrel of a large gun pressed against the back of her head. She gulped, now scared for her life.

"Alexander, such blatant threats do not help us here. And don't interrupt me again, you hear? I may consider all my retinue my friends, but I'll be damned before I allow you to step out of line like that again and not be reprimanded, Am I understood?" He threatened, and the trooper backed off, taking the barrel away from Ruby's head.

"Apologies for that... but he was right, if you don't join, we can't allow you to leave this room alive. It's nothing personal, but you've been exposed to something highly classified, and we can't take the risk of you spilling that out to the public. Even if it is just a name."

"Ah, I uh... I believe I understand..." Ruby replied nervously.

"Good, good. Now, I believe I can guess your answer... It's a 'yes,' isn't it?" The Inquisitor said with a small grin.

"Ah, well, I don't want to die at just fifteen years of age, so... Yeah, it is a 'yes'." Ruby said with some nervous laughter accompanying her agreement.

"Splendid!" He said, rising out of his chair. he opened a door and gestured for her to follow. After rising out of her chair, she did as he told, and was lead down a dark hallway...

It must've been twenty minutes on the tram before they'd reached their destination. During that time, he'd further elaborated on certain things to the girl that she was confused about.

Walking down yet another hallway, this time well lit, she could see a great many wonders of technology and beautiful artwork lining the walls, and she walked on what must've been the finest velvet carpet she'd ever seen. Sigils of the Inquisition were everywhere, but were not placed randomly. The architecture was Gothic and had a vaulted ceiling, it very fine, at that. She wondered if she was in some sort of castle. For a few more minutes, she traversed the corridors with the Inquisitor, before coming to a large set of double-doors.

He opened them to reveal a large room, fitted with a several tall shelves filled to the brim with books, all appropriately classified and categorized, a very large dresser beside a massive, ornate king-sized bed, and behind it to it's left and right, were two massive sets of crimson curtains. In the center of the room was an equally ornate and large table with various decorations upon it, an unbelievably fancy chandelier above it, and what was probably the most expensive looking tablecloth coating it she'd ever seen. Against the wall near the shelves was a massive, yet again ornate, desk, with a large, very comfortable-looking fancy chair, and several unlit candles on the desk. She raced into the room and ran a hand across the fabric of the bed, before looking around some more. There were couches in another corner, along with other various pieces of furniture, and a large screen against the wall, with a sort of terminal beside it. All and all, she knew, from her time with Weiss, that this room alone would have costed millions of lien back on Remnant. Everything was absolutely beautiful and comfortable, smooth and pleasant to the touch.

Looking back to the man, he tapped his fist against another thing on the wall...

"This is a vox communication unit, you can adjust the channel with this pad below," he gestured to a small digital pad below the speaker-looking bit, "and I've had the Techpriests make it so that you can simply tap it, select where you want it to patch through to, and it will... well... patch you through, by default it's patched to the kitchen. Just hold the button to the right of the speaker down when speaking. Any questions?" Ruby shook her head to say 'no', and he nodded, pleased at her quick adaptation. "This will be your room, mine is just down the hall if you need anything. I trust you'll be responsible with the Vox unit, yes?" Ruby nodded fervently, getting a smile out of the man. He began to walk out, but quickly stopped himself, before looking back at the girl, who was already on the bed taking her boots off. She looked surprised that her boots were clean, but then realized that there wasn't a spec of dirt on her like there was before she was knocked out. Shaking the thought away, he looked on at the girl and smiled.

"Oh, I forgot something! Ruby, open the curtains, please." He said smugly, to which the girl gave him an inquisitive look, one he thought fitted her. Shrugging, she reached over and drew back the curtains. Her expression was priceless, a look of awe and wonder as she gazed out at the star-lit void of space beyond her...

"Ruby, Let me be the first to welcome you aboard the Apocalypse Class Battleship, ultioni et gloriae!"