Chapter 1.

"Speaking", 'Thoughts', 'Writing', (A/N: Authors Note).

Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the BattleTech series, it is owned by Microsoft/Piranha Games Interactive/Harebrained Schemes. I do not own RWBY, it is owned by Rooster Teeth.

I apologize for any inaccuracy in the story; the only experience in a campaign is MechCommander 2 and MechCommander Omnitech. So, apologies if I get stuff wrong. Also, I won't really take anything into account outside MechCommander 2, so you will most likely see BattleMechs that wouldn't exist in this era as well as no specific Hardpoints on Mechs.

Location: Carver system Jump Point

2 Days after the Liberation of Carver V; 3063

"All boards read clear, sir."

The Jumpship Capitan twisted in his restraints to give his first officer a nod. "Glad to hear it," he said, and then twisted back and took a moment to make sure he was still belted in. "Alert the Dropships and initiate jump procedure."

"Roger that," The first officer turned and switched to intership comms, "Dropship Crews, prepare for jump."

"Um, Capitan. I'm reading about a half dozen small blips on the Sensor; Looks like Aerospace Fighters." The Sensor operator announced. The Dropship Capitan frowned and tried to hail the fighters.

"Aerospace fighters, identify yourselves." He warily called out.

"This is Steiner Aerospace unit B-183. You have a Criminal's Dropship attached to your Jumpship; detach them immediately or face Steiner wrath." The lead pilot said coldly.

The Capitan frowned before responding "Who are they and what did they do?"

"Overlord Dropship K-1572, owned by Mercenary Unit known as the 'Violet Knights', wanted for the murder of Steiner Forces and aiding Rebels on Carver-V. You have 30 seconds to detach them." The Pilot answered.

The Capitan turned to his first officer and asked, "How long until Jump?"

The First Officer answered quickly "One minute till jump."

The Capitan nodded and turned back to the radio and tried to stall them "Negative, we can't detach the Dropship, it is locked in as a safety feature."

"Sorry to hear that, but we have orders. Just know that it wasn't personal." The pilot responded.

The Sensor operator yelled "Incoming missiles, brace yourself."

The ship's crew frantically attempt to power up their jump drive as the alarms warn of a missile cluster blasting towards them. The Captain, being under pressure, made a slight miscalculation and renders the Kearny-Fuchita (K-F) Drive slower to activate. As the Sensor Operator exclaims that the missiles are closing in, the First Officer quickly imputs the last bit of commands for the engine and pushed the button to activate the drive, but she wasn't fast enough. The missiles slam full force into the hull and engines of the ship, breaking the Helium Seal just as the ship jumped.

Location: Unknown

Ciliba groaned as she woke up, she called out to her Dropship Pilot, "Valkyrie, status report."

"Gimme a sec Commander, I feel like I went 5 rounds with a Bear in Power Armor." The Pilot joked before continuing "The Dropship is reading Green everywhere but the Jumpship is quiet, I'm not reading any life signs."

Ciliba sighed, "Diaz, get Spore ready for EVA. We're going to check out the Jumpship Bridge."

"Yes Commander, I'll tell Spore to get to the airlock."

Ciliba and Spore sluggishly walked along the outside of the Jumpship, trying to get to the bridge airlock, their Power Armor's boots magnetically locking onto the hull.

"Someone must really like fire. Wait, we're in space fuc-" Spore's Radio then cut out.

Ciliba rolled her eyes before saying "It looks like they were shot at by Lasers and Missiles." Ciliba continued "Crap, there is a large breach over there. Let's move up and check it out."

"Of course, oh Organic Overlord." Spore mocked and they both began to walk over to the breach. They jumped into the gash and into the Crew Quarters of the Jumpship. There were a few miscellaneous items floating around. Spore grabbed one of the floating mugs and inspected it with interest, which he tossed aside shortly afterward.

Ciliba turned a corner and walked down the main corridor with her partner in tow. "Looks like this is the Bridge; let's see if we can find some sort of panel to open th-" She was cut off by the sudden screaming and loud crash that was Spore hurling himself into the door and knocking it clean down. Spore chuckled a bit and stood up, before looking forward and stopping dead in his tracks. Before him was an empty, dead shell of a man. Ciliba sighed before pushing both Spore and the body aside to investigate the rest of the Bridge, where she saw that the rest of the Jumpship crew were also dead.

"Well shit," Ciliba agreed, the phrase explained the predicament they were in. "Do we have any idea where we are?" Asked Dyess.

The meeting consisted of the Leaders of all the Detachments: there was Hotshot, the Head Pilot; Spore, the Head Infantryman; Dyess, the Head MechWarrior; Valkyrie, the Captain of the Dropship; Diaz, the Tactical Officer; and Cash, the Weapon's Officer and Head Technician.

"No," Ciliba sighed, "the stars don't match any of our star maps, but the planet we are orbiting does seem to have a human population; so, we are thinking that we might be in the Clan Space."

Spore spit out the water he was sipping and looked up in shock "Clan Space? That is really bad."

"There is one thing strange about that theory, the planet doesn't have any HPG Communications or Satellites." Valkyrie said.

"Well, there is only one way to find out where we are; and that is to go down and ask them ourselves." Ciliba stated as she put her hands on the table to prop herself up "I say we go down land our Dropship at full Speed and have a Rapid Deployment of our Assault Lance, with me in Renard's Atlas. Then Diaz will go out as my Envoy with Spore and Shard at her side, both in Elemental suits. Go all Shock and Awe."

"There is another thing Commander." Valkyrie said, looking down at her data pad as she did. Ciliba gestured for her to go on. "There was another Dropship attached to the Jumpship, Leopard Class. Was registered to a startup Merc Company." Valkyrie continued as she pulled up the info on the Holotable that they were sitting around. "They had 2 Urbanmechs, 2 Fire Ants, and some other bandit level gear; but the Leopard is a useful ship to have. I recommend that we send someone in to see if it is still operable."

"Alright, Spore, get some of you boys plus some 'Techs in there to check it out." Ciliba ordered. "Now, if there is nothing else, you are all dismissed. Once the 'Techs are done with the Leopard we'll go on a Two G Burn towards the Surface." At that last part most people in the room groaned.

"Really Ciliba? A 1.5 G burn? What did we do to anger you?" Hotshot lamented.

"Suck it up, we need to find out where we are ASAP, and the only place we can get that info is on the surface." Ciliba said strictly. "Now, Spore, get your men out to check the Leopard."

Location: Vacuo Defense Force HQ

Jasper was sitting at the terminal, watching the radar for any aerial Grimm. He yawned and looked at the clock on the wall, 3:28 A.M. Damn, that meant he still had 2 and a half hours till someone came to relive him. He grasped his Coffee and brought it up to take a sip from it, only accidentally spill the remainder on his Digital patterned, desert colored, uniform. The Radar Operator cursed to himself before getting up and walking down to the Break Room to get another cup and change shirts. 'I shouldn't be long, and besides, isn't like anything is gonna happen.' Jasper thought to himself, making a right to enter the bland Break Room. It's beige walls devoid of any decorations besides a joke poster of a Cat Faunus clutching a rope with the caption 'Hang in There!' Jasper chuckled a bit at the sight of it. He reached over to the pot of Coffee and poured the remains into his mug; just as he was about to start the process to make a new batch for later, he heard a distinct beeping noise. The noise of the Radar picking up something large coming their way. Jasper bolted out of the Break Room, Coffee forgotten, and ran into the Radar station, only to see a large mass coming in fast. The Radar operator's eyes widened, and he pulled up his scroll and dialed his CO.

"What is it Corporal?" A groggy voice asked.

"Large mass approaching the city sir. 'bout the size, if not bigger than, an Atlesian Dreadnaught. What are your orders sir?" Jasper said, his hand shaking ever so slightly

"By the Brothers! Hit the alarm and tell everyone to report to the side of the wall it is approaching."

"Yes sir." Jasper responded before hanging up and turning to the Alarm button and hitting it; red lights began flashing and klaxons blared. Jasper turned on the intercom and leant down into the microphone, "A large unidentified object is approaching the city. All troops report in at the East Wall. This is not a drill." He yelled out. This night just got a lot more interesting.

Location: Unknown

Ciliba felt the familiar shake of the Overlord Class Dropship as it touched down on the desert surface, about one kilometer outside one of the four large cities on this planet. They hadn't chosen this place for any particular reason, it was just the closest one to where they estimated where they were going to land. It did strike Ciliba as odd that there were only four major cites on this planet, so she assumed it was just a start up colony, though she still couldn't come up with a satisfactory answer to why they hadn't gotten any satellites into orbit yet. She walked Colonel Renar- no, her 'Mech, over to the door that was about to open. Her HUD read Steel behind her in his Zeus, Longshot behind him in her Highlander, and Claymore was bringing up the rear with his Atlas. Together, they were 370 tons of pure death.

"Commander, I'm seeing about two dozen tanks and 30 armored cars out there; don't recognize the make or model of either. There are also about 350-400 Infantry troops, so if things go south, this'll be a cake walk." Diaz said over the radio.

"Alright, have you picked up any transmissions from them?" Ciliba asked.

"Negative, I've scanned through every communication channel and device we have; they either don't have any comms equipment, or they are using something we can't even pick up." The Tactical Officer responded. Damn, even encrypted channels can yield some info; so having nothing is a slight disadvantage.

"Alright, tell Valkyrie to open the doors, we're moving out now. So get your megaphone ready."

"Yes Ma'am." Diaz replied. One minute later, the Dropship's massive doors began to open. Ciliba grinned and opened a channel to her Lance as well as Diaz and her escort.

"Alright people, showtime!"

Edit 1 (5/14/2019): Changed a bit of lore inconsistencies. Added year that this takes place in.

So, interesting thing, I actually started this a long time ago, but only recently finished it. Mostly due to my increased interest with the BattleTech Franchise. Be sure to check out the MechCommander 2 revival mod called "MechCommander Omnitech" on Mod DB. But anyways, feel free to leave criticism, roast me, threaten my life, or anything else along those lines.

Sayonara readers, Gamenian out.