AN:My own attempt at writing out what would happen if a Death Korps of Krieg soldier(More like a highly-decorated 16-year-old Supersoldier) were to wind up in the realm of RWBY, the possible fear, PTSD-triggering and hilarity that may ensue as we watch a Krieger boy find his place in a world he knows nothing about... Idea inspired by The Death Korps of RWBY by Doomsdayguy12345 (And by listening to HMKids-Death Korps of Krieg for hours-on-end while doing homework). Good job and I am a strong shipper of Skulls and Roses!

AAAANYWAYS, ONTO THE KRIEG AT HAND.

Unknown location...

A ragged breath, muffled by leather, plastic and glass, escaped, to be heard around an open field of grass. His eyes were open, staring through the glass orifices that allowed him to see the outside world. The Death Korps of Krieg soldier clenched his hands, feeling resistance as he tried to pull and tug, then looked to his right hand. The grass was clearly real, not anything synthetic. Looking up at the blue sky, a clear forecast awaited him, with no clouds to speak of.

The young Krieger let out a few shallow breaths, before slowly propping himself back up into a sitting position. He shook his head to clear some confusion he felt, then he looked about, scanning for his weapons, all whilst trying to recall the events of the last 48 hours. A battle on Armageddon had led him and his comrades to be stranded behind enemy lines with no way of calling command. Something was jamming their Vox Casting capabilities. Finding themselves ambushed, they were surrounded by Heretic soldiers with but a single way out.

Death...

So, he did what he had to do. He pulled all pins on his grenade belt and immediately his comrades followed suit. Thirty Krak grenades, alongside two Meltas, went off like a bonfire, enrapturing both them and the Chaos Undivided soldiers in Holy Cleansing Fire. He felt it all tear at his chest and the burning sensation returned as but a mere phantom, for as he looked at himself, he was clearly still alive. He didn't know why the Emperor did this. Did he choose another fate to beset upon the young soldier? Did he simply not want to see someone young such as him die? Or was it something else? A new plan for the Death Korps of Krieg sergeant? A new Fate in a new world?

He'd only know after he got moving...

Strapping his back-pack full of all necessary supplies, including his trench knife and shovel to his back, sheathing his power sword into its scabbard by his belt, slinging the Las Gun, a Lucius pattern Las-rifle, over his right shoulder and locking his Bolt Pistol and gifted(More like a parting gift weapon) Dark Angel Chainsword to the bag, the korpsman's eyes peered around, to the sight of a patch of forestry ahead, as well as a rural landscape surrounding him. He sighed deeply, then started taking steps. The familiar weight of his bag, weapons and armor plating made him feel slightly less uneasy.

Walking through into the forest, the boy started pushing aside branch and bush as he slowly marched through. There was not a man-made path near by. Strangely enough, the boy could swear he was on an Imperial agri-world. An agricultural heaven and a place of high beauty, one he could only dream of serving on. He examined the green around him with such awe, it was as if the young man had not seen a forest ever, or trees. He had, as a matter of fact, but most of them were blown apart, or lost their crowns from halfway up the trunk due to the Artillery and the ground he usually traveled on was boiled, hardened mud and dirt, not grass and moss.

The soldier sighed, keeping his eyes peeled as he moved slowly through the forest. Treading carefully and keeping his eyes on the floor, he wanted to make sure no booby trap caught him unaware. Then again, had he a squad, he could cover himself better. He'd be the pointman and they'd be watching his back and the sky. The enemy fliers could well be anywhere above him... They probably would burn the forest looking for any survivors.

Then again, this place didn't seem hostile...

A few hours of walking later, clouds started forming above the boy's head as he walked through the forest's last meters. He could see a clearing ahead and what seemed to be a road not so far away from the exit out of the forest. He sighed, a sound enhanced twofold by the air colliding with his mask, then he continued his normal breathing, then he heard it. Struggle...

The boy quickened his pace, then slammed against a thicker tree he decided to use for cover and peeked at what was going on... Down the strange dirt road, he saw it. Drawing his standard issue binoculars from a holster on his hip, the boy also unslung his Las Rifle and held it by its wooden grip. Looking through the binoculars, the boy zoomed in on the struggle ongoing. Two people, one, a boy wearing a grey-and-black set of clothing and some armor plating on his arms, as well as a girl, with darker skin, green, chin-length hair and a more... revealing outfit, wielding two scythe-guns, fought against a woman with brown hair and clad in clothing with similar colors who wielded a staff with gems on it.

'Perhaps the local thugs are attempting to fight a traveler? I should not meddle lest it become too dangerous. She seems to be keeping them away well enough.' The Korpsman thought, setting the binoculars back in the harness and locking them in place. Looking at his Las Rifle, he set it down on the floor and pulled out some extra parts from his bag, including a high-power 12x magnification scope, then placed the weapon on a tarp and started taking it apart and just as quickly he reassembled it, to a Long-Las pattern Lucius. He grabbed the wooden stock of the weapon, hoisted it up, folded the tarp and threw it back into his bag, then he used the 12x Scope to sight in the fighting, to the sight of the woman having gained a light advantage, but weakly balancing herself on her staff all the while steadying his breath...

Amber. Just down the road from the Korpsman.

The young Fall maiden, Amber, grabbed her combat staff and started walking toward a downed girl with emerald hair and cherry eyes. She was too young to be a murderer and yet, there she stood, her weapons, strange pistol-scythes, off to her side and her laying on the floor, glaring at Amber. The girl had no quarrel with killing anyone who threatened her. As Ozpin had once said 'It's either you or them in combat and you're worth more than any of them'. She held that thought with both fear and respect, so, as she hesitantly raised her staff to strike down the girl before her, laying on the ground, she muttered a quiet "Oum forgive me..."

Before a sharp pain struck her in the back, making her gasp...

The Kriegsman's eyes were wide at the sight of a third one, a girl with a bow that had blades on it, having fired on the brown-haired girl... By all sights, whatever'd happen in the sweet minute he'd been changing his weapon into a Long-Las, he'd missed it, but this one he didn't... Blood dripping down her back as the arrow implanted itself into her shoulder blade, the brown-haired girl fell to her knees, dropping her staff... The Kriegsman swore behind his breath, then he started running through the forest, jumping over fallen logs and through bushes, all to get a better vantage point.

'I have missed too much in those few seconds I was changing my weapon's systems around...' He thought bitterly 'Had I intervened, perhaps this would not have occurred. Now a human girl, perhaps a nobleman's daughter, maybe even the castellan's heir in this world, has taken an arrow in the back and three bandits are closing in to kill or kidnap her. I was stupid for my age.' And as he made it to his vantage point, he slid into cover, planting himself firmly against the tree trunk and raising his rifle, shouldering it well and peering down its scope, to see the third assailant, the woman with a bow and arrow, drop her weapon and put on a glove with a strange reddish mark on the back of her palm as she approached the wounded warrior girl, who was held down by the other two cronies.

The glove extended from the assailant's fingers to halfway up her arm and was white, with strange red lines, as well as the odd symbol... From this distance, the boy had a feeling he saw the symbol before, maybe in Chaos rituals he'd once interrupted... Perhaps...

He'd have to consider that, along with an appropriate punishment for hesitation later and deal with the situation at hand. His eyes were locked on the glove as the assailant woman approached it toward other youngling's forehead. He felt a ripple in the air and, staring at the extended, gloved right hand of the woman in a red dress, he saw it... A rippling Warp Portal appeared in her palm as she extended her fingers and out from the portal, a strange creature reared its head... What looked like a black scarab, with a white upper shell and reddish, pulsing veins and crimson-orange eyes staring at the girl that was about to be its prey...

Undoubtedly a Chaos Demon... Heretics attacking a Human, a child of the God Emperor... This shall not pass... Not while the Krieger draws breaths still.

The boy's breath and heartbeat had been steadied as his eyes peered down the scope and he picked his target... Either the Heretical woman's head, or the little Warp Scarab(A name he'd chosen to give the little daemon). No time to hesitate now either, he remembered, as his eyes set on the Scarab. His finger squeezed the trigger and the familiar, light kick of the Las-gun pushed into his shoulder... Under his gaze, the Scarab's bone-like upper plating splintered, then broke apart into shards and its black body bubbled and boiled... Before it exploded into a shower of flames, setting ablaze the Chaos-tainted white glove the woman had been using. The boy switched targets quickly and shot the glove right into the palm, setting it and the woman's hand ablaze in cleansing flame...

A thousand needles felt like they impaled Cinder's hand at the exact same time as she barely managed to pull away from the burn and throw the flaming glove off to the side. The woman grabbed her wrist and looked at her palm, which twitched as her Aura struggled to heal her burned palm and melted skin. She gritted her teeth, then slammed her wounded hand into the ground and asked "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!" through a very, very angered grunt of pain.

"W-We don't know! How bad is the wound?!" Emerald exclaimed, rushing to the side of Cinder as Mercury kept Amber pinned to the floor, holding both her arms.

"It burns, Dust, it fracking BURNS!" Cinder swore, clutching her burning hand as it still struggled to heal. "WHOEVER DID THIS IS GOING TO PAY!" She then screamed, her voice full of venom, her amber eyes burning with hatred. She glared toward Emerald and snarled "Find whoever did this AND BRING ME THEIR FRACKING HEAD!" to which her young subordinate could do little but obey. Standing up, the girl drew her dual revolver chain-scythes and started running toward the forest, where she saw a glimpse of the energy beam's origin.

As she was doing that, Cinder staggered to her feet, holding onto the pained right hand and staring at the finally healed burn... She glared daggers toward Amber, then walked up to the kneeling girl and knelt in front of her, taking her chin between her left index and thumb and lifting her head, as to make them face to face, then she asked "Do you have someone shadowing you, dear Fall Maiden? A soldier, perhaps? Maybe a Huntsman?" with such a fake smile and calm voice that even her master's most sarcastic peer, Watts, would laugh.

"Yeah, I've got a Huntsman, but he's a bit behind... Got caught up with a bunch of Grimm." Amber snarled, regarding Cinder with a glare that could kill a Goliath. The wench delivered a loud slap across the aura-less girl's right cheek, leaving a scratch mark thanks to her left hand's nails still being intact. Amber merely yelped at the cuts going deep into her skin as blood started to flow down her cheek.

"Don't toy with me, you fracking whore!" Cinder then snapped, receiving a chuckle from Mercury. She merely glanced at him, seemingly enough to make the young murderer cough and take his job, that of holding down Amber for Cinder to deal with, more seriously. Cinder nodded, then shifted her gaze toward the Maiden again and asked "Then who the hell did this?!" angrily pointing at her hand, which still had a minor scar in the middle of her palm. Amber merely grinned as blood dripped down from her chin, into a small pool, plopping onto the ground, then answered "Maybe it's just some Good Samaritan who thought he should help out a damsel in distress..."

"Oum damn you..." Cinder growled lowly...

The three heard a thud off to the right, making them snap their heads toward the ground, to see a wounded, breathless and scarred Emerald, laying on the floor and behind her, a pair of coffee-brown combat boots... Now vivid, the three slowly looked up, to the sight of pair of grey, rugged pants, with knee-guards made of steel and padded on the inside, as well as a grey trench coat and armor plating over his chest, a thick plate of armor, with extra layers underneath and a strange box off to the right side, to which a tube was attached. Following the tube up to the top, they saw it... A skull... No... A gas mask, with a skull imprint and two dark glass holes. On this strange soldier's head, a double-headed eagle made of gold, emblazoned upon a grey steel helmet with a golden spike at the top, as well as a skull between its two heads, one of which had an eye closed. On his shoulder, he had a badge, reading "134th Heavy Infantry Regiment. Death Korps of Krieg", with a blazon of a shovel and sword crossed behind a skull. And on his back, a bag full of supplies and weapons...

On his right shoulder, a broad one, was leaneda large, thick sword with golden trimmings and a handguard, his right hand wrapped around the blade's hilt and in the left hand, a blocky, gigantic pistol-looking device, with a large magazine and even larger bullets visible on the inside. The boy aimed the pistol toward Cinder, then said, his voice modified by his Gas Mask "Surrender now, Heretic Scum, or face the wrath of the God Emperor!"

Mercury and Amber stared at the man, nothing but shock and fear visible in their eyes and on their expressions, all while Cinder gave the man, whom was taller than him by a forehead, a glare that venomous it felt like a Death Stalker was about to attack. Mercury looked between the two, then said "Uhh, boss... I don't think we wanna mess with hi-"

"Shut up, Mercury." Cinder snapped, interrupting her pawn. Mercury soon found himself at sword's tip as he saw the blade the boy had had been heaved off his shoulder and pointed right at his head. The soldier said sternly "Move or hurt the girl and you'll suffer a fate worse than your friend laying in front of me." And, nodding to the severely wounded Emerald, he gave Mercury a look that frightened him even more than Cinder. The soldier glanced back toward Cinder, then commented "You should feel lucky, Heretic. Not many of your kind see a Krieger and live to tell the tale, much less do we talk, less so do we ask for your surrender... So put your weapons down, all of them, then run along to the nearest Inquisitorum official for reeducation."

"What did you do to the girl...?" Cinder snarled, clearly ignorant to the threat this boy posed, as she looked between the hurt Emerald and the soldier, preparing herself to dash and grab her blades from the ground, also ready to apply a much needed 'reeducation' to this boy. The Krieger said nothing, only removing whatever safety the Bolt Pistol had, then he merely growled as he recalled the albeit short fight between him and the green-haired woman.

A few minutes earlier. Forest.

Emerald dashed through the forest, deeper and deeper into the target area with both her guns drawn, scanning her surroundings. The girl skidded to a halt between four trees and a set of bushes. She felt a faint heat in the air and she looked about, to the sight of nothing but trees... A feeling of uneasiness slowly crept up her spine as she looked about and a bead of sweat dripped down her forehead, toward her chin. She steeled herself, then heard a twig snap and aimed her right-hand pistol back, her eyes peering down the sight of the gun, with a small yelp out of fear. She exhaled, then said to herself "Calm down, Em... It's probably nothing..."

She kept on walking, the sinking feeling of being watched keeping her company throughout the stroll into the forest. She felt another cold chill run up her spine as she heard a rustle of bushes to her left, making her yet again screech as she aimed her weapons toward it. She saw a small animal hop out of it, with cute, long ears and a fluffy tail and brown fur, as well as beady black eyes. It's nose wiggled and Emerald sighed, then laughed and said "Dust damn it, Bunny, you scared the crap out of me."

She froze as she heard the rustle again behind her and wind rushing by her ear as she was forced to dodge out of the way, only to see a massive blade, shimmering with lightning and energy, striking the ground. Decorate as it was, it was also clearly deadly and the girl chose to take a stance... She saw the man that sliced at her straighten up. A large backpack and strange uniform, with steel armor and a helmet, as well as a skull gas mask... The last, the faceless part about him sent shivers down her spine, making the girl's eyes widen in pure shock.

-Play Youjo Senki:LOS! LOS! LOS! (Full)-

The soldier raised his blade from the ground and aim an unbelievably large pistol at her, clicking what safety it could have off. He said nothing before sending a bullet the size of her own fracking head, with a massive muzzle flash and thunder to boot, flying past her and striking a tree, thus creating a hole large enough to fit her entire body into and sending the tree falling to the floor. That was but a warning shot, but the girl remained steadfast and growled, then said "It was you who shot mistress Cinder, wasn't it?!" Before extending her pistols into scythe-forms and aiming them. She fired three shots toward the boy, which weakly pinged, bouncing off his chest armor like they were nothing but pellets.

He stood there, staring the girl down as she glared at him, a combination of fright and anger seething through every pore in her body. She wanted to run, she wanted to return to Cinder and warn her about the man. She couldn't, though... She couldn't disappoint her mistress, her savior... So she did what she had to do. She rushed ahead, bringing her two scythes down with a mighty war cry, only to feel a sudden deceleration to both her arms and a heavy paint in her stomach. She skidded to a halt and smacked dead against a tree, then coughed out blood, a small droplet onto the dirt ahead. Looking up from the dirt, her eyes gleamed with fear as she saw the boy's leg set back down onto the ground, firmly.

She was in trouble...

"Oh, Frack..." the girl swore as she saw the Death Trooper raise his sword and charge wordlessly toward her. She gasped and, before she knew it, she saw the blade being brought down toward her. She couldn't even parry as both the blade and the electricity arching off it made contact. The girl felt her Aura overload and a slice from the blade strike her shoulder, partially cutting through the tendon before she had a chance to respond, pushing the blade away with one of her scythes. Her aura flashed her own colors, then shattered, leaving her without any good defense but her own movements.

She looked to herself, then started swearing in pure fright "Oh, frack, oh frack ohfrackohfrackohfrack... This isn't good. This ain't fracking good..." And she looked toward the Soldier take another stance, bringing the pommel of his sword down onto her wounded shoulder. She heard bones crack and felt pain across her arm and chest... He'd snapped her collar bone. And, with another two slices off to her sides, a stab across her right shoulder, cutting the tendon, a kick to the stomach and another punch right to the face, the girl tumbled to the floor, wounded, bruised and bleeding from multiple wounds. The girl felt like she had internal bleeding, all from the sudden onslaught the boy brought about.

With tears welling in her eyes, she looked up to him, right into his empty holes, then begged "P-Please... No... I... I don't... I don't want to die!"

The kriegsman stared, emotionless, at the girl pleading for her life. She may still have her uses in staving off the Heretic and her other goon... He sighed, then turned his sword with the tip toward the ground, lifted it, then planted it into the ground, making the girl yelp and cry. He gruffly said in a very odd accent "You may still be of use to me, Fräu." Then he set his pistol into its holster, grabbed her by the waist and threw her over his shoulder, making her grunt in pain due to all the damages she's received.

-End Song-

Back to our time. Play Youjo Senki-Jingo Jungle, full.

The Krieger stared at his human enemies with nothing but hatred. To dare hurt a possible high royal in the court of this planet? To dare threaten a Kriegsman soldier? You'd have to be considered mad, sent to a reeducation camp or shot on the spot. Not even the hundred lashings could straighten such behavior. He looked down at the woman that attempted to kill him, a capital offense upon a Krieg Sergeant... He stared at the boy clad in silver, then pointed toward the girl this 'Mercury' held hostage and made his message clear just by the deadly stare.

Cinder growled, then raised his hand toward Mercury and said "Hold your ground, Mercury! I will deal with this bastard!"

The Krieger's pistol boomed, narrowly missing the woman as she performed a low sweep, kneeling and performing a roll to recover her bow. She skidded across the dirt, drew an arrow and quickly launched it from her primitive weapon, hitting the Krieger square in this unarmored shoulder, making blood seep through the wound he received and slightly knocking his sword shoulder back. With a flick of her wrist, Cinder attempted to activate her powers and use the explosive Dust in the arrow to kill him, but the boy yanked the arrow out, by the tail and threw it into the air before it screamed, formed its fire whirlwind and exploded. He ran toward the woman next, with such speed it was hard to follow, then headbutted the woman right in the jaw, sending her tumbling across the floor and brought his Bolt pistol to bear on the Silver Boy.

Firing once, the boy took the brunt of the Bolt Pistol's high-explosive ammunition, which sent him tumbling back a good few feet, a scorch mark and burned clothing on his chest. He looked toward the woman stand up and remove the arrow from her shoulder blade. She looked to him, then said "Thanks... I sure needed the help you gave me, but... Who are you?"

The man merely stared at her, then said "I am a Soldier of Death..." and he immediately rushed Cinder after that, sending three cuts clean across her chest and, after swiftly holstering hist Bolt Pistol, a punch clean into her jaw, making her roll like a barrel down a hill, right into a fence, breaking it. The woman growled, then lashed out at him angrily, raising both her hands and sending bits of glass flying toward him. He cut two in half and caught the third mid-air with his hand, then threw it aside and, without a word, sent a kick, a punch and a slash again across the woman's entire body, making her stagger in pain and, as he got behind her, he launched another cut, clean across her discovered back.

She growled, then undid the link between the swords that made up the bow's two arms, then parried another strike from his Power Sword via crossing his sword to guard. The two were in a sword lock, with sparks flying off their blades as they regarded each other, Cinder with such an angry scowl on her face, the Korpsman could've sworn she was trying to kill him with her mind. The boy yet again sent a headbutt right into the woman's nose. A crack sounded off as she was forced to remove her swords from the guard, to clamp around her bleeding nose. The boy sheathed his sword and grabbed her by the back of her hair, lifting her up as she punched his right hand with her left, while holding the right on her bleeding nose.

She stared at him, screaming and swearing at him as she tried to free herself, then she demanded "LET! ME! GO! LET ME GO, YOU DUST DAMNED BRUTE! YOU FRACK! YOU SON OF A WHORE!"

"Know the Mutant..." He growled, still emotionless, but with a paradox, a tone of anger clear in his voice, drawing another sword from its sheath on his bag... The Chainsword's teeth lay silent, still, its engine unmoving... At least until he clicked the trigger... The Engine revved and screamed, its teeth ready to grind. He brought it close to a now completely frightened Cinder, who was struggling to get out of his grip, screaming and crying like a newborn child... The boy finished the quote in his emotionless tone "... Kill the Mutant... May the Emperor have mercy upon your soul, wench." and before he could send the teeth of the sword into the woman's throat, he felt pressure to his side and a loud detonation sounded off in his ears.

Skidding across the floor, still on his feet and with his right hand planted into the ground, having let go of Cinder, the boy growled, as he saw the boy clad in grey helping both Cinder and the wounded Emerald up. Off to his own right, the Krieger saw the woman join him, with another man, an old one, with black hair and strange hair, as well as crimson eyes and a black cape with a red inside, that looked like either a Sister Canoness' or an Inquisitor Female's. He also had a large sword in his hand, with strange symbols and looking like it could up and transform.

Cinder, panting and with her cuts and bruises still healing, glared at the boy, growled in pure anger and said "We will see each other again... Mark my fracking words... You Demon... Emerald, with whatever strength you may have left... Do it..." And they vanished from sight before the boy could fire after them with his now unslung Las Rifle. The Korpsman sighed, then turned off the engine of his chainsword, put it on his back-pack and slung the Las back over his shoulder. He looked to the right, to the girl he'd rescued and the man that came to save her. Also clad in a grey outfit, with a cross pendant hanging around his neck and... Reeking of alcohol even through the boy's mask, he stared on at the boy, both fear and respect visible in his crimson eyes.

"Wow..." Amber trembled beside Qrow, both in awe and fearful at the Krieger. He nodded to her, snapped to attention and gruffly said "I hope they caused you no permanent damage, Fraulein... Had my answer been faster, they would've been defeated without such a fuss... And without you receiving an arrow in the back. I will take the appropriate punishment once we reach the nearest Guard outpost." quite calmly... Seemingly just as devoid of emotion as before.

"Umm... Pal..." Amber said, stepping up to him "I... I don't know where you think you are, but... I don't get what you mean... Punishment? What the hell would I punish you for? You saved my Dust damned life and showed those 3 goons a thing or two." And she cringed, noticing blood dripping from his shoulder, then asked "Oum, damned, you don't have an Aura!?"

The raggedy man beside her stepped up to him, then said "That's impossible... How did you do... I witnessed some of the stuff you pulled there, man. Without an Aura, it feels nearly impossible..."

"What is this... 'Aura' you speak of... And whom are you, my good man? Her personal guard?" The Krieger asked, confused, to which the man before him sighed, then said "Okay... No, not really... We're friends with a local political figure and the headmaster of a Huntsman school nearby... and he asked me to take care of Amber... Needless to say an Ambush had me caught up as I tried to get to her and... Well... The rest is what happened here. Name's Qrow Branwen." And he extended his hand toward the Krieger with a sly smirk "What's your name?"

The Krieger looked at his hand in confusion, then answered "I am Sergeant and Vraks Campaign Veteran 166601-674373, Kohljung. My comrades tend to call me Kohle." which was unsurprisingly pronounced as Cole, from the old Krieg dialect of long past times. He saw this 'Qrow Branwen' retract his hand and look at him with simple dumbfound surprise on his face. He nodded, then said "Alright, alright... Uhh... I'll go call the man we told you about... You just... Wait here..."

"Very well, Qrow Branwen." The soldier nodded, taking his rifle from his side and looking at Amber. She nodded to him, smiled weakly and said "Uhh... Thanks again for the rescue, pal. Hope you don't mind coming back to Beacon with us. I think Headmaster Oz would like a word with you."

'What would a Schola Master require of a Kriegsman?' The soldier thought, standing guard and scanning their surroundings. He merely nodded to Amber, then cradled his rifle, continuously keeping his eyes open.

Beacon Academy Headmaster's office...

Atop the clock tower of the Beacon Academy, the most prestigious Vale school for training Huntsmen and Huntresses into good warriors, a blonde woman, clad in a teacher's outfit, with her hair caught in a bun and glasses on her nose, through which her emerald eyes peered, walked back and forth in the room of many gears and noises, with a desk in the middle, right behind the window to the clock. The room was extravagant and overlooking the entire Beacon campus, unsurprising, considering whom it was destined for.

Headmaster Ozpin, an older man with silver hair and sunglasses, amber eyes and a green and black outfit, with a bright green scarf that had his emblem, that of cogs, on it, merely stood seated behind his desk, calmly sipping from his coffee mug as the clicking of Glynda Goodwitch's heels against glass continuously sounded off. The Headmaster sighed, then placed his cup onto a support beside him and looked at Glynda, interlacing his fingers and placing his hands on his desk.

"What is taking Qrow so long to call?" The woman wondered aloud in an annoyed tone as she continued her back and forth.

"I would worry less, Glynda. We both know how field work can be." Ozpin assured his colleague. Glynda sighed, arranging her glasses on her nose, then said "Yes, but... It's been two weeks since his last call."

"He's been out of contact for longer than that." Ozpin then said "And yet he still called."

"This time it's different. This is Autumn we're speaking of." Glynda retorted. Just as Ozpin was about to respond, he heard the telltale ringing of a scroll and placed his scroll onto the desk, turning on a screen. Qrow's face emerged across the screen, the battered old drunkard he was. Glynda went by Ozpin's side as Qrow smirked and said "Good to see you both. I've got news relating to Amber. She's fine."

Glynda sighed in relief, a massive weight felt like it'd been lifted off her chest. Ozpin knew not to relax yet, as he asked "Anything else, Qrow?"

The Huntsman sighed, then added "You won't believe who rescued him..."

Qrow panned the camera to a soldier, whom was clad in a grey trenchcoat, with a heavy set of equipment on his back, rifle in his hands and heavy armor of steel, which looked slightly dented, as well as a heavy duty steel helmet emblazoned with a golden skull above a two-headed eagle crest... His most striking feature, however, was his skull inlay gas mask... Glynda and Ozpin looked at the sight with awe, then Ozpin simply said... As promptly as possible.

"Was he the one who defended her?"

"Yep." Came Qrow's response. "Quite brutally, actually..."

"Very well, Qrow... We're sending a Bullhead to recover you... Keep him in your sights." The headmaster answered, sighing. Qrow nodded and said "Talk to you at Beacon." then closed the channel... Before he did so, however, Glynda had taken a shot of the soldier and his equipment, staring at it in awe... What was he?

She looked to Ozpin, who stared at the screenshot, leaning against his hand, then he sighed...

AN:So... That was SOMETHING...

Yes, before you ask, I always consider anything from WARHAMMER 40k stronger than any RWBY Characters EVER. Especially a DKK Veteran like my soldier OC. I mean, facing DAEMONS, CHAOS SPACE MARINES AND ORKS DAILY will do this stuff to you... You just know how to kill stronger shit than you, so hell yeah, guys, we're seeing some very good Death Korps of Krieg action up in Hiah~!... Let the asskicking... COMMENCE...

Next time... TOODLES~!