Author's Note: Thank you for checking out my story! This is a RWBY/Reassembly crossover despite not being in that section. The reason for that is that said section doesn't exist, and if you look up Reassembly in the search, you get a lot of Avengers, so safe to say that there isn't enough Reassembly to merit its own section. For all of you who don't know what Reassembly is, think spaceships and space battles, but every part has its own health and can be destroyed individually. If you want a better explanation, look it up on Youtube, this A/N is too long as it is. Sorry to all of those who had to wait while I rewrote this.

This is my first fanfiction, albeit a rewrite, but still. Reviews about what I need to improve are very helpful, so if you have a suggestion, please leave a review. If you don't, I'll end up moving on being ignorant of my mistakes.

This story will stay generally the same as the show until about the finale of volume 3.

Name: This is conversation via texts, or texting if you will.
"This is normal conversation, except for when people stress words."
'This is thoughts, likely of the person that is currently being followed.'

This is the person or people that are being followed, as this story is in 3rd person.

Alpha: Thank you everyone for joining this session. I understand how difficult it must be for some of us to have to work together considering what our factions think of each other

Beta: All of you who are just joining should know that I will personally kick the arse of anyone who brings faction politics into our association

Alpha: Mostly because she finds them boring

Beta: Hey!

Alpha: I jest… sort of

Beta: Can all of the new members please announce yourselves. Not your name, as we aren't personal here

Alpha: Oh, really?

Beta: Alpha, step in line

Alpha: Would you please announce yourselves

Delta: Delta here

Epsilon: Epsilon reporting

Beta: This isn't the army…

Alpha: Could you please state who brought you into this group

Delta: Sigma did, well, she brought me in at least

Epsilon: Theta brought me in

Omega: Can we get genders so that when the gossip inevitably picks up again we don't call someone something they're not?

Omicron: That seems entirely unnecessary, we don't gossip

Omega: Speak for yourself, you're not exactly a social butterfly yourself Omicron, so you wouldn't know what we talk about

Iota: Omega, Omicron, please stop. You two can save this for when we aren't making first impressions

Omega: So the lab then?

Iota: Yes, the lab…

Alpha: Moving on. New members, I assume you know why this association was started

Epsilon: To combat the agent threat

Delta: And thwart the Workshop

Alpha: Good, now we can move on to the how we plan to accomplish that

JNPR

It had been chalking up to be a nice afternoon. Roman Torchwick had been arrested after the breach yesterday, all the damage from the breach had been repaired thanks to the one and only Glynda Goodwitch, and all the teams were able to just rest because they didn't have classes on Saturdays and none of the teams needed to take on another mission.

All of the teams except for one, it seemed.

"Why are we taking on another mission?" A certain blonde haired knight asked.

"You saw the ships, right?" Ren asked. "They flew over Vale this morning?"

"They did?" Jaune asked. Jaune, unlike most of his team, had decided to take advantage of their moment of calm and sleep in.

"He was asleep, he didn't know about until we got our mission most likely." Nora commented.

"Of course. So, two ships of unknown design and origin appeared above Vale and crash landed in the Emerald Forest." Ren explained. "But you knew that from the briefing Ozpin gave us, correct."

Jaune started sweating, though part of the reason was that he was in a flying metal can on a hot day. "I… I was tired. All I caught was that we were investigating for crash survivors." Jaune admitted. "But my question was why are we on another mission at all?"

It was Pyrrha's turn to answer. "We never actually finished our mission, so we were the first choice for getting this mission."

"So why don't we have a huntsmen to help us then? We're supposed to shadow a huntsman I thought." Jaune asked.

"There weren't any huntsmen available to help us, that and this is a quick in and out mission in the Emerald Forest, so we should be fine." Pyrrha explained.

"But what about the aliens?" Nora asked very loudly. Though, it was Nora, so it was of about average volume for her.

Ren sighed at her antics. "There aren't any aliens, Nora." He chided. "They're most likely just some test pilots."

Before Nora could make a rebuttal, the huge side doors of the Bullhead they were in opened and the pilot's voice could be heard over the intercom. "We have arrived at the LZ. Radio in when you're finished, I'll only be five minutes away at Beacon. Good luck."

JNPR all hopped out of the Bullhead. As it flew off, they took in their surroundings to get an idea of where they were. They were in a small clearing surrounded by trees and shrubbery, not exactly surprising in the Emerald Forest.

"Come on, the first crash site should be up ahead." Ren said. They started heading through the trees and bushes only to be greeted by another clearing, only this one wasn't natural. There was a deep scar in the earth that ran in a straight line to their right. As their gaze followed the scar, they found a ship of sorts at the end of it.

As they drew closer to the ship, they were able to see it more clearly. It was a small thing, Jaune was easily a foot taller than it, but it was wide. It seemed to be in the shape of a V, except for the fact that there was a big, gray box in the middle point and the orange wings swept back to form a V shape. At the ends of the wings were large funnels, similar to those on an aircraft, though these were flatter than an aircraft's. There wasn't anything else that they could see on the outside of the ship, and they couldn't see anything inside the ship.

Jaune put his hand up to the gray box. It felt warm to the touch, but otherwise felt like, metal. He tried to wipe the box with his hand to see if maybe it would reveal something within it. When he did so, the box flashed brightly and became incredibly hot. Jaune recoiled back in pain and fell back clutching his hand.

"Jaune!" Pyrrha yelled as she rushed over to his side. She knelt down to him. "Are you alright?"

"Yah, I'm fine, just shocked that it reacted so violently." Jaune answered as his gaze drifted towards the now inert ship.

He was taken out of his thoughts when a howl could be heard throughout the forest. They all turned around to see the pack of beowolves slowly walking out of the trees. They all took out their weapons and readied themselves. Jaune tried to, but his recently burned hand prevented him from grasping the hilt correctly, leaving him fumbling around for his weapon.

"Jaune, you're hurt already and obviously not in a condition to fight , so please stay back and don't risk hurting yourself further." Pyrrha pleaded to Jaune.

"You're right, as usual. I can't even hold my sword from these burns." Jaune agreed. He put Crocea Mors back in place crouched down with his back to the ship so he could watch the battle.

The beowolves charged towards NPR. Nora opened up with a volley of explosives, which took out huge chunks out of the beowolves hit, killing them instantly. Ren's gunfire thinned out their numbers so that only a few were getting to Pyrrha. Pyrrha was making short work of the remaining beowolves, leaving pieces of them around of varying sizes. Overall, the strategy was working well. It only had one flaw.

It didn't protect the back.

Jaune realized this in time to duck below the beowolf's pounce. It ended up leaping over him and landed quite roughly on the other side of him. It clearly was surprised at the fact that Jaune managed to escape its ambush and was clearly pissed off. Jaune used this opportunity to try to get Crocea Mors out, but fumbled it because of his burns. With his sword on the ground and a beowolf in front of him, he did the obvious thing, he panicked.

The beowolf leapt towards his stumbling figure as a flash of light filled its vision. As soon as it regained its sight, it lost it again as an energy bolt blew its head up. Jaune sat there, bewildered at what had just happened.

"Hey," a woman behind him said. He looked back to the ship… or where it had been. In its place was a woman offering him a hand up. She had long, ginger hair that rolled down past her shoulders, grey-blue eyes, a small nose, and absolutely flawless light tan skin. She was wearing an orange dress that reached down to just above her knees with gray leggings below that and black combat boots akin to what Ruby wears. Oh, and she also had two pistols that looked like old revolvers that someone updated the looks of, one in her right hand and the other holstered on one of the two holsters on the side of her dress.

"Sorry about the burns," she said with worry in her eyes, "They're an automated defense, but I think they may have gone a bit overboard with deterring you." She chuckled. "So, you going to let me help you up or just stare at me?"

That last part snapped Jaune out of his daze. He took her hand with his working hand and got up. Now that he was standing up he could tell that she was slightly shorter than him. "The name's Phillis by the way." She whipped out her other pistol and pointed it past Jaune's ear at an incoming beowolf. "Phillis Tarella." She blasted the Grimm's chest, making a very dead Grimm with a very big hole.

Phillis looked over to the rest of team JNPR. They were more or less finishing of the remaining Grimm, and completely clueless of what had happened. She holstered her pistols. "Let's get back to your team."

They both walked over. Ren was the first to notice them. "Jaune, who's that?" He asked when there was a lull in the Grimm.

"This is Phillis." Jaune explained as he gestured towards her with his good hand. "I think the ship we were investigating is hers."

She nodded. "It is, and I'm very sorry for hurting Jaune here. My ship has automatic defenses, but I fear they may have gone a bit overboard this time."

"Wait, how do you know my name?" Jaune asked.

"The red-haired one was very concerned over you." Phillis answered simply. Jaune thought about it for a moment and realized that Pyrrha did make a fuss over his injury.

A beowolf approached Ren from behind, but he heard it and shot it without looking. "Jaune, can you call in and tell the bullhead to return due to your injury?" Ren asked.

At that moment, a ringing noise emanated from Phillis. "Sorry, let me get that." She took out a scroll from a pocket on her right holster. She looked down at the caller id and quickly answered it. "Robert? Where are you?" She asked in a worried tone. She waited for a response. "Ok… Ok… A team of huntsmen-in-training found me… You will? Ok, see you there, bye." During her conversation, her expression changed from worried to relieved.

She looked back up to the team. "So, what now?"

Jaune took out his scroll. "Now, I call in for the bullhead to pick us up."