RWBY vs. Blue: Freelancers Forgotten

Emerald Forest, Vale

"Why on Remnant does Adam want us to help that human scum Torchwick?" A White Fang goon with a cutlass that glowed in circuits along the blade. Many of the other Faunus in his squad were nodding in agreement, including to two oxen Faunus pulling carts full of crates.

Up ahead, the captain of the squad growled. "Don't question our leader's methods. He knows what he's doing, and if he hasn't told you his reasons, then you don't need to know." Standing around 6 feet tall, this figure was well built, with a rifle on their back. A bushy red tail with a white tip extended from grey trousers.

"Yes ma'am, Vixen." Men around their leader said, although a few grumbled.

The squad leader, apparently named Vixen, groaned. "Let's just get this Dust to Torchwick and get settled in. I heard he just got beat at that store he was hitting tonight by a scythe-wielding red-hooded teenage girl."

"He got his hind end beat by a little girl?" One Faunus scoffed, "And he's supposed to help us?"

Others broke out in muttering agreement once more, then waited for Vixen's words. After a few seconds, she spoke. "I can't stand that human either, those cigars he smokes smell the place up like crazy, but until Adam's word, we're stuck with him."

Up ahead, there was a high whine, and a light growing brighter in the trees.

"What's that?" One tiger Faunus asked.

Vixen's voice was wary when she answered. "I don't know, but weapons out." She ordered, sliding her rifle into her hands. Behind her, Faunus drew an assortment of weapons.

"You four, stay and guard the Dust, the rest of you, we're checking it out."

As the exploring Faunus separated from the caravan, the light continued growing brighter. As the White Fang grunts closed in, then whine had a few with animal sensitive ears cover them in pain. Vixen looked to see a bubble of white light growing on the ground.

In an explosion that made all their vision go white and their ears to pop from pressure and volume, the bubble of light popped, blowing leaves back and launching a few Fang off the ground.

"Hey, D. What just happened?" A voice asked, and Vixen, as her eyes cleared and ears healed, channeling her Aura, she saw a figure in full armor colored gold with sliver trim stand and shake its head.

"I am calculating possible explanations now, but motion trackers are showing multiple bodies to your left." A robotic voice crackled through the speakers.

The armored figure turned to look straight at Vixen and her troops, and pulled a rifle from his back. "What's their status?"

"Currently their vital signs are showing a nervous nature that may turn into aggression, I suggest you either try to calm the situation or prepare for a fight."

"Uh, I come in-'' The armored form was cut off when a Fang member fired. Yellow energy burst over the armor and the figure seemed unharmed.

The figure shook his head. "I guess it's a fight, then."

Vixen cursed and rolled behind a tree as the rifle spat out triple round bursts, cutting into four of her men, and killing three. The other dozen were rushing into cover, while five were out in the open, spraying the area with their guns.

But the gold-armor was nowhere in sight. Vixen shouted orders. "Fan out, find that thing."

"What do you think it was?" One Faunus asked.

"Some sort of android?" One guessed.

"Man in armor?" another supplied.

More gunshots rang out, and Vixen saw the muzzle flash in the trees as another of her men went down. "There, Fire!" She cried, pointing to the spot where she'd seen the thing.

White Fang members all opened fire on the area where she was pointing, but the flashes of muzzles lit the tree up, and didn't reveal the figure.

"Vixen, I think we should get out of here." A boar Faunus suggested, scanning the trees nervously.

Vixen nodded. "Retreat back to the carts, we need to get to Vale. Someone call for reinforcements." She ordered, backing up towards the area where she'd left the cargo.

All the other members of the squad were retreating, and everything in the forest was silent. The caravan continued, faster than their original pace, and everyone was on high alert, but no more problems, except for the odd Grimm, attracted by the fear of some of the Faunus, arose.

But one thought ran through Vixen's, and many of the other extremists.

What was that thing?