Hello, fellow readers! So, yet another story and this time, we're back on RWBY.

Now before I forget, this is gonna have some Metal Gear Rising themes, as in my OC in this story is gonna have a backstory and stuff that is in a similar fashion to MGR.

And I do have a team that I have had in my previous attempt at a RWBY story. So yeah, this is gonna be a second attempt at this with the same team. The characters in the team, besides my own, was created by three friends of mine. When I introduce them, I will tell you who created who.

As for when does this story take place in the lore of RWBY, it actually doesn't. This is separate from the series, like a spin-off in a way. As for the villains, this story will have a completely different villain as the main focus with the White Fang being in somewhat of a secondary role. What do I mean by that? Well, you'll have to wait and see.

So, without further ado, let's get started!

Prologue: Awakening

"Rebooting all systems, engaging "Atlas".

I awoke to the sound of a computer voice as I opened my eyes, seeing the screen of my visor giving me the view of my surroundings. It appears that I'm in some sort of casket shaped tube with a small rectangular window that has enough space to see through. I was able to move, feeling stiff at first, to see through the window. But, I was only able to see through it for a second before the entire front of the casket started to move. Slowly, but it was opening off to the side as I stared. Still stiff, I moved my feet to walk out of the casket and onto the concrete floor below. I then stretched my entire body to get rid of the stiffness, simply bending and straightening my muscles. When I finished, I looked around to see my surroundings.

The strange cyborg was only at the height of an average teen at 17 years old, if not slightly taller. The teen had brown hair, medium short in length, pale skin and a thin beard. His eyes were covered by a black visor that also covered the majority of his face except his mouth and jaw. He was also wearing a black carbon fiber suit that covered his entire body from his neck to his feet with a black sheath on his back for his sword angled for his right hand to grab the handle, which was also black in color.

(His suit is based on Genji's carbon fiber skin from Overwatch, except instead of the helmet, he's wearing Raiden's visor from Metal Gear Rising without the ridiculous metal jaw. Now that you know, let's continue.)

He sees through his visor that the room he is currently in has very little light. All he could see in the light was a mountain of rocks the size of boulders in front of him as he looks around, seeing that the roof does have a large hole. However, the hole has the mountain of boulders blocking it. He looks around to see the walls having large cracks and pieces of steel doors under some of the rocks. Seeing no other way out, he hesitantly decided to move one of the rocks to make an opening. It was heavy, but he managed to move it enough to make a few boulders fall down. He moves away and waits for the rocks to stop before climbing up.

He manages to make it out after a bit and stood there to catch his breath before he started to walk off, only to then step on a bouquet of dead flowers. He was confused at that, only for his thoughts to be interrupted by a loud honking sound. He looks in the direction of the sound to see a cargo truck drive by on the dirt road a few yards away.

Quick into motion, he sprinted in the direction of the moving truck and given the speed he was going, easily caught up to it. Reaching the back of the truck, he unlocked and opened the door to then hop inside. He closed the door and looked around, seeing about half of the truck is filled with boxes of clothes as he walks a bit. He then opened a couple of them to see what is inside. Three boxes sparked his interest as he then removes his sheath off his back and puts it on the floor as he gets the clothes he likes.

Now, he is also wearing a black leather hoodie and black camo pants with a brown leather belt. Knowing that he doesn't need shoes and a shirt, thanks to his suit, he zips up his hoodie before reattaching his sheath on his back, staying on like it was a magnet. Now bored, he then turns around to face the door and sat down where he stood.

"Now to wait until this truck reaches its destination to..." The teen said to himself before realizing what he was doing, "Wait, I just came back to life after who knows how long and here I am, climbing out of holes in the ground and hitching rides on the back of cargo trucks. "

The teen then laid down as he tried to recall what happened before he went into a... coma, basically. "Ugh, I hate it when I can't remember things, all just a haze. There was... blood... the sounds of blades colliding... and-" He said before feeling the truck hit a bump in the road, making him lose his train of thought.

"Ugh, whatever. Hell, I forgot how long it was before changing my name to Atlas." The teen, now known as Atlas, just laid there as the truck kept on moving.

Transition!

In a peaceful and busy city, people were very active with their daily routines as the day shined with an autumn sun and the trees had beautiful leaves with the shades of red, orange and brown. One of the trees that is placed next to the street had a leave fall to the ground as a cargo truck drove by. The truck then turned to the right to enter a parking lot and parked near a simple clothing store. The driver then got out and went to open the cargo door, only to see it already unlocked. Wondering if he actually did lock it, it suddenly opened from the inside and a strange person exits out.

He looks at the driver and spoke, "Thanks for the ride, sir."

The driver was basically frozen as the stranger walks off to exit the parking lot and into the city.

Taking in the sights, Atlas was impressed. It had tall buildings with rather traditional roads, having an interesting mix of past and modern. He did notice that people looked at him as he passed by, but simply shrugged it off as he walked.

One man in particular actually stopped and looked at him for a second before he spoke, "Excuse me."

Atlas looked back at him before turning around, seeing no one else looking at the man before turning back. "Me?"

"Yes. You don't seem to be from around here, are you?" The man asked.

The man was middle aged with tousled gray hair, thin brown eyes, a light complexion to his skin, and strangely had black eyebrows. He wore shaded glass spectacles and a green cowl around his neck with a small, purple, crossed shaped pin. His outfit consisted of an unzipped black suit over a buttoned up vest, a green shirt, long dark green pants, and black trouser shoes. He also had an unique cane that he held the tip against the ground. He actually wasn't leaning on it, probably just has it for style. He was also holding a coffee mug in his other hand as he stood there.

"Yeah. How did you know?" Atlas questioned.

"Well, it's not often you see a person with cybernetics." The man answered rather bluntly.

Atlas was surprised at his bluntness, even though he didn't change his tone. "I see. If you don't mind me asking, who are you?"

"My name is Ozpin. And you are?"

"Atlas."

He then gestured for Atlas to walk with him, which he accepted. "Tell me, where are you from?"

"Let's just say that I'm new here at... uh..." Atlas answered, not knowing the location.

"You are currently in Vale, one of many cities in the world of Remnant."

"I see. Where are you from?"

"Vale." He answered, a smirk on his face as he sipped his coffee.

"I expected as much, since you would recognize a stranger. Judging by how nice you dress, I'm guessing you're a professor at a school?"

He lowers his mug from his lips, "Actually, yes. While I'm known as a professor, I'm actually the headmaster of Beacon Academy here in Vale."

"Really? What is Beacon Academy, some sort of private school?"

"Of sorts. The academy was constructed to teach future hunters and huntresses to protect the people and deal with threats that arise."

"Wow. Probably the best school to attend to. My school was boring as hell."

"They didn't teach you how to slay monsters at your school?"

"I wish. I was home schooled in a way, being in a war and all."

Ozpin was definitely intrigued at his answer, "War?"

"Yeah. See, where I was from, there was a war that was fighting for the liberation of cyborgs."

"Liberation for cyborgs?"

"Yeah. We fought over whether the cyborgs will either co-exist with us or become the dominate race in the world."

Ozpin didn't change his expression, but Atlas thought he was a bit surprised. "So, who started this little conflict?"

"This man named General Raiu, who wants to make the humans become extinct."

"Really? He told you that?"

"...Well, not exactly. But, I'm sure that's what he wants to do!"

Ozpin then took a sip of his mug again before speaking, "Have you even met this man in person?"

"Of course. We had an encounter, which lead to me getting severely injured and well, me taking a snooze for who knows how long."

"Interesting, someone told me of a similar war with the same cause. Though how it ended, was very... anticlimactic."

Atlas was surprised at what the professor mentioned, but then heard what he said. "What happened?"

Ozpin was quiet for quite a bit as he sipped his coffee again, lowering it before giving his answer, "Actually, I'm not sure."

Atlas was a bit shocked, "W-Wait, what do you mean by that?"

"Well, I heard that when they finally cornered the man who started all of it, he disappeared without a trace. No one knew why, they could only assume that he went into hiding."

"And when did this happen?"

"Almost two years ago as of now." He answered before sipping his coffee again.

Atlas was now deep in thought, "Two years!? I was asleep for two years..." He said to himself while the visor automatically slid back while splitting in two to reveal the rest of his face as well as his eyes, which was deep blue in color, before putting his left hand on his forehead. "Wait until Alex and Yama get a load of this."

Atlas was letting out a sigh as the professor spoke, "May I ask you a question?"

"Uh, sure." Atlas responded as he removed his hand from his forehead.

The professor continued, "Would you like to come to Beacon?"

Atlas thinks about it briefly before answering, "Yeah, sure. I don't see why not."

Ozpin gave a small smile, "Glad to hear it. But I'm curious, where did you take this "snooze" of yours?"

Atlas was quiet for a moment, thinking about where he was when he woke up. "I don't know, all I know is that I woke up in some type of ruins."

"Hmm, was it filled with boulders inside a large hole in the ground?"

Atlas looked at him suspiciously, "Maybe. What makes you think that?"

"Oh nothing, I just remembered what someone told me when they enrolled at Beacon. What was his name... Alexander?"

Atlas replaced his face with excitement, "Alex!? Tell me, did he have a black poncho with a red scarf?"

The professor sipped his coffee before answering, "Now that you mentioned it, yes."

"Where is he!?"

"Well right now, he's a full fledged hunter at Beacon. If you're lucky, he could be there right now."

"Well, what are we standing here like fools!? Let's go!" Atlas exclaimed before sprinting off down the street, Ozpin simply watched him as he came back. "Uh, which way is Beacon?"

Ozpin only chuckled in response as he walked in the other direction with Atlas following behind him.

Done! So, I wrote this in a way to give you guys the basics of what I plan on writing for this story, as usual. Sorry for a bit of a boring start, but the next chapter will be more eventful. Also, don't hesitate to tell me if any of the characters say or do anything "out of character". If I do, please be polite about it.

So, there was a so-called "Cyborg Liberation War" that happened before this story where they fought for either coexistence or domination. As of now, it's basically at a standstill with the head honcho gone into hiding. The war had gone on for almost eight years, but even though it abruptly ended for two years now, has it really disappeared?

Well, that's for another time as we have a reunion in the next chapter! Until then, see ya later!