Hello readers! Sorry for the lack of updates lately- between my laziness, lack of time, and personal problems, I haven't had much time to write. And I am also sorry for not updating TSatS;R. My brain has so many fanfiction ideas floating about and I need to clear my head of them so I can focus on writing my fanfictions that are published already. Because of this, I have created this crossover of Warhammer 40k and RWBY. Enough rambling, let's jump into the story, shall we?

The daemons of the warp screeched, roared, and gurgled their rage as a pod shot through the warp like a bullet. The clawed and pounded it as it passed them, desperately trying to get at the soul within. Inside this pod was one with a powerful soul, created for war and destruction. To corrupt it would ensure favor from one of the Dark Gods.

A Bloodletter swung it's axe, smacking the pod off course with the blunt side of the axe. Soon, one of them would breach the pod and claim their prize.

Or so they thought.

For watching this even transpire was Cegorach, the Laughing God. With a grin, he grabbed the pod as it tried to fly by. His smile grew even wider as the Ruinous Powers realized his interference. He quickly drew upon the warp, opening a gateway out of the Warp. Where is went, he did not know. What he did know, however, was that this place was out of the reach of Chaos. He quickly flung the pod out of the Immaterium before vanishing with a laugh. The Gods of Chaos arrived just too late to stop him or reach through the breach into the Materium. Tzeentch cursed, Khorne raged, and Slaanesh growled. Only Nurgle was calm, albeit disappointed at the missed opportunity.

Watching them from a distance was the Laughing God, who howled with laughter. In the time they had focused on him, the other children of the mon'keigh Emperor had left the Warp. The Chaos Gods had realized it too, causing them all to rage and scream, which made the Great Ocean churn with a violent storm. This only made Cegorach laugh even harder.

Ander Frost sat on his porch, cigar in hand. He gazed at the stars before him, simply watching them twinkle with light. It was beautiful tonight, and would soon be even more so. Tonight was the night that a meteor shower occurred. Taking another puff of his cigar, Anders took his gaze off of the stars and looked to his right with twinkling blue eyes. Sitting next to him was a little girl, not a day older than five, with short brown hair (unlike his black, long hair) and his blue eyes. Her face was the perfect image of glee as she waited for the shower to begin. She was his daughter, Luna, and she always had loved meteor showers.

Just like her mother.

Ander shook his head, focusing on the sky once again. Don't think about that now, he scolded himself, just focus on the beautiful night.

For almost ten years he had lived at the northern edge of the Emerald Forest. As a former Hunter, he was at no risk when it came to the Grimm. His skills with his hammer were close to perfection. He would protect his daughter with his life.

"Your pride will be your death one day, Ander," his wife had said, her gorgeous orange eyes narrowed, "even a former Hunter such as yourself can still die."

He shook his head once again, taking another drag of his cigar. He needed to stop dwelling on the past, for both his own sake and that of his daughter.

"Look, daddy! It's starting!" Luna cried, breaking him out of his dark thoughts. He smiled softly. Were it not for his beautiful daughter, he wasn't sure what he would do.

Sure enough, the sky was lit up as meteors soared across the sky in a beautiful display. The 'Ooh!'s and 'Ah!'s of his daughter were adorable, her eyes as wide as dinner plates as she watched the spectacle in front of her. For almost twenty minutes they watched the shower, and all seemed normal. That is, until he saw one large meteor that seemed to be getting larger by the second. In a split second, he realized that it wasn't getting larger, but closer.

Before he could move, the blazing rock smashed into the earth in front of his cabin home, gouging a massive scar into the earth with a deafening boom. He moved in front of his daughter, shielding her from the rocks and dirt that were thrown into the air by the meteor. Everything stilled soon after.

"Luna, go inside," he commanded.

"But daaaaddy-" she began, only to be cut off as he gently pushed her inside the house.

With his protesting daughter inside, he turned to the fallen meteor. His hammer, Thunder's Son, in hand, he approached the fallen rock. As he got closer, he realized how smooth and metallic it was. He finally reached the edge of the pit created by the 'meteor', which allowed him to see it clearly. Now he could see that it was not, indeed, a meteor, but rather a pod of some sort. The metal was scratched and slightly dented, surprising Ander. No normal metal pod could have survived that impact. He slowly entered the pit, moving to said pod. He traced his fingers over the various scars and dents for a minute, finally stopping when he grazed over some sort of mechanism. He struggled with it for a bit, before he finally managed to activate it by pulling a lever of some sort. The pod opened with a hiss, white steam rising and dispersing into the air. He pulled the pod the rest of the way open.

What awaited him behind the now clearing fog shocked him. In the pod lay a pale skinned baby, sleeping soundly. Their eyes slowly opened when he gasped. The baby looked around itself, finally stopping on him. He could only gape at the babe's eyes. They were a brilliant sapphire, perfect in every way. The child gurgled happily, reaching it's stubby arms out to him. This finally broke him out of his reveree. What should he do? The child wouldn't survive for long on it's own. He couldn't put the child in a foster home or an orphanage either- more often than not, a child with any 'flawless' features would end up taken by either a criminal for their own use or some rich prick as some sort of prize.

He reached down, lifting the baby into his arms. It cooed happily, closing it's eyes once more. In an instant, it was asleep. Ander carefully walked up the steep incline of the crater, trying to not wake the sleeping bundle in his arms. After a minute of careful climbing, he was now out of the pit. He slowly walked towards the cabin. The child shifted slightly in his arms. He knew what he was going to do.

He would raise this baby as his own. Luna would have a brother, and the child would have some form of family.

And he would have someone else to hold him down to reality. He looked down at the bundle as he reached the door, trying to think of a name for the child in his arms.

And there is is. The prologue is done. Now, I have an announcement to make. The Primarch-to-be needs a name, and there will be a contest for it. Here are the details-

Name must mean, sound like, or be a color (preferably blue). The name must also start with a B, R, U or W. Please either PM me the name or post it in a review (the former would be preferred for anyone who has a Fanfiction account). Also, as the kid is a Primarch, prepare for some very, very, very impressive feats that border Gary Stu level feats. Please R&R. Constructive criticism is appreciated, flames are not.