In the dark of the night, a lot of things stirred in Remnant's depths. Unsavory things that you'd never want to come across in your lifetime. Unfortunately for the people of Remnant, they were everywhere. The Grimm, creatures of darkness and hatred. No one knows where they came from. Legends all over Remnant tell of their creation, all differing. No one can agree on what makes them so violent and hateful towards mankind. What makes them revel in the death of humans and faunus alike. No one knows, but honestly, they aren't given a lot of time to think. The Grimm were on the attack. Always looking for some weakness to exploit. They never stopped. They lived to feast on humanity.

In the forests.

In the sea.

In the air.

Nowhere was safe from the monsters. So that's why humanity stayed in their cities. That's where they could be safe. Some brave souls wished to make it on their own, but most perished. The survivors became nomads with many being shaped into monsters just as fierce as the Grimm. The cities remained through all of that, but again, nowhere is safe. Evil and hatred even grew here.


In the dark of the night, two soldiers idly stood guard. The small store that laid behind them had a neon sign that proudly shone 'From Dust Till Dawn'. The armored soldiers watched the streets carefully as one double checked his assault rifle. It wouldn't hurt to make sure, just in case. There was a reason to be a bit antsy. As the name of the store suggested, it housed one, if not the most, valuable substances on Remnant; Dust.

This was because the store was a popular go to for young Huntresses for the nearby Beacon Academy. They would often drop by to purchase extra Dust for hunts or other activities. As well, some leading officials and armed civilians could also purchase Dust if they had acquired permits to do so. This kept the substance out of unsavory hands. The soldiers were there to make sure it stayed that way. Unfortunately for them, said unsavory folk had other plans. From the dark alleyways a number of individuals strutted about as if they owned the city. To many, they did. The few people out and about at this hour cowered and took off as quickly as they could. The black, well dressed goons wore red swords and guns on their back. It was however their leader that was the more fearsome of the bunch.

Standing at about a couple of meters, possibly a little taller, the muscular, thuggish looking fellow had a glare that could scare hardened souls back into their homes. He was all muscle and wore a ragged and cut version of the suit the henchmen wore. His large arms were scarred, as if some animal had tried to claw them off but failed. Wrapped around his hands were spikey and armored 'Cestus'. A type of gauntlet that suited the muscular man just fine.

Of course, if you looked further down you could see that this 'man' wasn't exactly fully human. His head sported a pair of wolfish ears. His legs were akin to that of a wolf's, bent and inhuman. A large wolfish tail sprouted from his back.

The two soldiers spotted the group walking up from across the dimly lit street, "Halt. Identify yourself."

The large man only smirked before he kept coming closer.

The soldiers raised their rifles, "I said halt." When they kept coming, one of them pointed their rifle in the air and fired a round. He quickly trained it back on the group. "This is your last warning. The next one goes through your leg, civilian. Halt and identify yourself."

The hulking figure raised a hand and the other thugs stopped. He kept walking forward by himself.

The two soldiers were unnerved by the man, especially since he kept that smirk on his face as he walked forward, "I said, halt! Listen to me if you want-"

The soldiers, in their brief bit of consciousness, were surprised at the sudden speed of the hulking figure. He had quickened his pace, taking only two long strides before slamming his large fist into one soldier. Said soldier was sent into a wall. A red burst of energy, almost like shards of broken glass, shot out from his form signalling his aura shield's destruction. He crumpled to the ground.

"Gods!" The other shouted and got off a shot. Unfortunately for him, it did nothing to the figure. His aura absorbed the blast before he sideswiped the soldier. The soldier was sent tumbling along the ground before hitting a lamppost and shattering his aura shield. He didn't get back up.

The hulking man snorted and turned to the other thugs, "Get inside." His deep voice left no room for argument. The goons nodded and walked inside. The hulking figure looked at the soldiers. He could still hear them breathing. He idly pondered killing them, but decided it wasn't worth his time.

Inside, the goons were pointing their weapons at an old clerk. "Pl-please don't hurt me." He quickly opened up his cash register. "Here, take all my lien."

The hulking man sneered, "We aren't here for that." He nodded towards the Dust dispensers. "Get the Dust."

The old man's eyes widened, "You can't! That's not-"

The hulking man grabbed him by the throat and lifted him to look him in the eyes, "You have no say in the matter." He casually dropped the old man, who gasped for air.

One of the goons set a briefcase that held dust containers. The goons quickly took their own and went to one side of the building which house the Dust tubes and started to pour it into their containers. One of them chose to go to the other side of the building since there wasn't any space for him. Right before he started to fill his container, he noticed a small, red hooded figure.

He quirked an eyebrow from behind his red sunglasses. He glanced over at the Dust and decided it wasn't important enough to worry about… He did a double take when he noticed a large device of some sort beside the figure. It looked intricate and expensive. He grinned as he placed his container down. He'd get some bonus points with the boss for bringing in new gear. He took out his sword and called out to her, "Hey, you."

He frowned when she didn't respond, "Hey you, I'm talking to you."

The hooded figure was silent.

He noticed the head was bobbing slightly. They probably weren't paying attention. He sighed and walked over. He went to grab the red, mechanical block. Right before he touched it, a small hand shot out and grabbed his wrist.

"What are you doing?" A squeaky feminine voice spoke. The figure turned their head to reveal… an underage girl.

"Taking this doohickey of yours, kid." The man smirked as her eyes widened. He raised his right arm that had his sword clenched tightly in his fist. "So why don't you let go and I won't have to hurt you."

The little girl narrowed her eyes.

Suddenly, everyone turned to see one goon being thrown through a window. A red blur followed the strike. They looked out to see a little girl wielding a blocky contraption. Said contraption quickly shot out into an intimidating scythe.

The hulking man glared at the others and gestured to the girl, "Kill her. I'll get the dust."

"B-but that scythe," One of them gulped. "She could be a huntress."

"If she's a huntress," the hulking man snorted. "I'm a robot. Now shut up and do your jobs."

The henchmen steeled themselves and rushed her. Two of the five raised their rifles and tried to shoot her. To their surprise, she dodged. She sped faster then any young girl had the right to. They kept firing while the other three rushed to slice her to pieces. She didn't try and run away from them. Instead she rushed them. Given the range on her scythe, she was able to strike all three goons at once before they could even reach her.

With a twirl, the girl dodged another couple of rifle shots before spinning to face the two rifle goons. She pulled a lever back on her scythe, causing both of them to stop and gulp as they realized her weapon was a gun too. She smiled and fired, knocking one back. Another quick shot knocked the other one back as well.

"That wasn't too hard if I have to say so," the little girl beamed, before yelping as she dodged a blade that almost slashed her neck. She rolled and recalled her scythe back to a blocky gun and fired. The man was sent flying a few feet from the blast.

The hulking figure stepped out of the shop. He eyed with slight bemusement as a young teenage girl was zipping about, slicing and shooting his men. Not one of them seemed like they could even land a hit on her. He growled and clenched his fists, "If you want something done…"

The little girl was having the time of her life. She kept darting about, swinging her scythe to slam the six goons about. She jumped into the air, twirling about before slamming the brunt of her scythe into one goon before firing into another to sent her rocketing forward. She smashed her feet into one guy's face before rolling and blazing away two more. Thankfully, the goons had their aura activated so she could go all out. Since many of their aura fields were glowing red and sparking she figured a few more hits would knock them out.

Unfortunately, her good luck had to come to an end. She just barely saw the fist coming. That saved her from the brunt of the attack. She moved her scythe about herself to see a rather muscular and tall figure towering over her. "...Whoa."

"You're fast for a Hunter wannabe," the man smirked. "But I think it's time you head on home."

"Wannabe?" The girl glared at him with fiery intensity which would be intimidating if she wasn't so small. This was especially compared to himself. "I'll have you know I'm not a wannabe. I am a Huntress In Waiting. There is a difference."

The man laughed, "Well Huntress In Waiting, you've gone and put yourself at a disadvantage."

She narrowed her eyes, "How?"

He activated his Cestus. The spikes on his gauntlet sparked into life, showing red dust contained within. "You crossed my path."

The girl didn't respond like he thought she would. Instead she gasped and was at his side in an instant. He blinked in confusion as she took one of his Cestus, and his hand with it, into her own little hands. "Is this a Cestus? Oh it's in good condition. I mean, really good. I don't see a lot of them that have spikes all over them. I think its utilization of Dust could be worked a bit better but it's overall a really good weapon."

The man just stared at her, "...What are you doing?"

The girl blinked a few times before blushing in embarrassment. She let go of his hand and rubbed the back of her head, "Sorry, bit of a weapon enthusiast."

The man shook his head to clear his mind, "Get out of here, kid. This isn't the type of place for you."

"Oh but it is," the girl smiled and readied her scythe. "You're a criminal and I'm here to stop you."

"If you want to play Hunters and Robbers," the man glared at her. "Then you better be prepared for what's coming." He punched forward, nearly smashing the girl's face.

However she backflipped out of the way, "Gotta be quicker-"

The man smirked and around his fist, a dust explosion rocketed the girl like a ragdoll. She righted herself and landed on her feet before long. She yelped as the large man ran towards her. She barely dodged his fist again.

She started to race around him. Now that she had some distance, she could make sure that strike didn't happen again. She fired and fired at the man. He raised his arms to block them from striking his head. His aura didn't seem to fluctuate, signalling he still had a lot of aura. She had her work cut out for her.

The man growled and glared at the girl as she raced around him. His aura could take those rounds well enough, but she was weedling down on it. He tried to punch her twice but she kept out of his range. That's when he saw her move a little closer. He slammed both his fists into the ground. The explosion caused the ground to shake and everything within a bit of a distance to be blown back. The girl yelped as she found herself thrown off her feet again. This time she landed on her side a bit dazed.

"Got you," the man smiled as he ran. Jumping into the air, he cocked his fist back and prepared to smash it down in an explosive finish. He never got the chance. A pulse of energy shot hit him square in the back and sent him sailing over the girl. "What…" He got up only to be forced slightly back by another shot. He dodged a third.

"Jacob Germania," a strict but jovial man's voice piped up. "Funny meeting you here."

"Blast it," the man known as Jacob Germania snarled as he turned to face his opponent.

It was a portly older gentleman. He had a large fluffy white mustache that took up most of his face. In his hand sat an oldish gun that was trained squarely on him, "I always wanted to bag the Big Bad Wolf. Don't give me an excuse to put your head on my wall."

"Charming as ever, Hunter." Jacob glanced over at the suitcase with all the Dust and then back at him. He raised up his fist and slammed it into the ground, creating a shockwave that headed straight towards him. The old man quickly rolled to the side, displaying a bit of speed that surprised Ruby given his age. He then fired another two quick shots that impacted Jacob's aura.

The portly man smirked as Jacob glared at him, "Come quietly, Wolf."

Jacob narrowed his eyes as he dug into his shirt pocket, "No." He quickly withdrew a vial of Dust and threw it between them. The explosion caused a debris cloud that forced both the girl and the man to shield their eyes.

When they opened them, the goons and Jacob were gone. The man sighed before going over to pick up the briefcase, "Thankfully he didn't have enough time to steal with." He opened it up and hummed, "Dust. Probably thought he could make a quick buck off of all this." He muttered to herself.

"WOW!" the girl yelled and jumped up and down beside him. "That was so cool. You're a Huntress, right? Can I have your autograph?"

The old man laughed and took out a pen, "Anything for a jovial fan."

The girl squealed, "I can't believe this is happening!"


"I can't believe this is happening," The young teen didn't expect to find herself in an interrogation room. It puzzled her slightly since she was just trying to help. She idly tapped the table. Thankfully, someone opened the door. In stepped the man that she had come to know as Pete Port.

He gave her a grandfatherly smile before taking a seat across from her, "Hello, Ruby. I hope the police aren't giving you too much trouble."

Ruby shook her head, "Nope, Mr. Port. Though, you know, I thought they would like me for trying to help."

Port nodded, "Yes, well. Not everyone appreciates a good rousing bit of heroism. This isn't like the good old days," he brandished his gun like it was a sword and struck a dramatic pose, "Where the valiant efforts of us Huntsman were sung in stories while we blazed through our enemies like a mighty hand of vengeance." He sighed, "But now we have to be a bit more careful. That's something you should have known if you wanted to be a Huntswoman."

"I tried to stop the bad guys," the teen answered without hesitation.

Port smirked, "And that you did." He booped her nose, causing her to giggle. "The owner of that store was more than pleased to have his Dust back and so are we. However, what you did was against 'the rules'." He put his fingers up in air quotes, "Blasted hogwash if I have to say so. If it were up to me, you'd get a medal."

"A medal," Ruby's eyes sparkled.

Port nodded, as the door opened up behind him. "Yes. You fought like a true huntsman."

"Port, what have I told you about supporting reckless heroism?" A wise and mature voice spoke behind them.

In walked a bespectacled, white haired man. He exuded an aura of age and wisdom that put Ruby at ease. It also helped that he had a tray of cookies and milk with an additional mug on the side, "I thought you might be hungry, so I stopped to get you this. I hope you aren't allergic to chocolate chip cookies."

Ruby squealed and held out her arms, "Gimme, gimme, gimme."

The older man chuckled and put down the cookies and milk in front of her. She eagerly started chomping down on them, "So," he started. "I see you want to become a Huntress."

"How did you know?" Ruby said with her mouth full of cookies. The man pointed to the scroll and she gulped, "Ah yeah… say, how did you get all that?"

"The area housed a store that sold Dust," the man explained. "We have cameras all over that place to watch over it. Anyways, your skills in this fight are excellent. Better than most city dwelling children of your age."

Ruby smiled, puffing out her chest. She put a cookie over her heart, "I am to please." Then she stuffed it into her mouth. "My dad and big sis taught me a lot growing up, so it comes easily to me."

The man nodded, "Indeed, but your technique and strategy could use some work." The man then stared at her for a moment, focusing on her eyes. "You know, I think you might just have the potential to be a Huntress."

Ruby's eyes widened, "You think so?"

The man nodded, "I am. Now I have to apologize. I haven't introduced myself. I am Ozpin, Headmaster of Beacon Academy. How would you like to attend Beacon?"

Ruby eagerly nodded, looking as if she was going to bounce around the room in excitement. "Really? You're not joking."

Ozpin shook his head, "No, I am not. In fact, how would you like to go now? This semester, I mean."

"What?!" Ruby shouted.

Port laughed, his belly shaking like a bowl full of jelly. "Oh-ho, now who's being reckless?" Ozpin just rolled his eyes.

Ruby squealed and jumped over the table to hug Ozpin, "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."

Ozpin chuckled and softly hugged her back, "You are quite welcome, my dear. Now would you wait outside for a moment? I have to talk to Prof. Port." Ruby nodded and rushed out the door.

"Headmaster Ozpin," Port eyed him up. "You do know that, while she does have merit, some will question this decision. She is only fifteen after all."

"She's only shy a measly two years of Beacon's admission age," Ozpin raised two fingers. "Besides, people who live outside the cities train their children to hunt long before even that. I remember a certain huntsman who goes on and on how he took down an Ursa when he was only two."

"With a spork," Port grinned. "Humanities greatest utensil. Still, about this Ruby. I must say, I would love to take her under my wing."

"I want her to be a great Huntsman, not a reckless one."

Port pursed his lips, "I am not reckless." Ozpin quirked an eyebrow to which Port rubbed the back of his head. "Some of the time. So what made you come to this decision?"

"She has silver eyes."

Port blinked in confusion, "What… what does that have to do with anything?"

"It has to with with everything," he picked up his mug and took a sip. "I think it would be best for everyone if we trained her now. It couldn't hurt to have a little ensurance down the line and she'll no doubt grow to be a fine Huntress while under your care."

Port sighed, "I trust you, Ozpin. I just hope you know what you're doing."

"So do I, but nothing is certain these days." Ozpin took another sip from his mug.


Ruby's ear was eagerly pressed up against the door, trying to listen in on the conversation. She frowned when she couldn't make out anything, slightly frustrated. That is until she felt something tap her shoulder. She yelped and jumped around. She ended up looking up at a tall, burly officer. "Ummm…" She nervously gulped.

"If you're trying to listen in," the officer started. "It's not going to work."

Ruby nervously chuckled and fiddled with her hands, "Worth a shot."

The officer sighed, "So I take it you're the little hero of the hour, Ruby Rose." When she nodded, he gestured for her to follow. "I need to talk to you."

Ruby looked to the door then to the officer. She sighed and followed. It didn't take long for them to get to his office, which tipped Ruby off that he was most likely the guy in charge of the place. "Am… Am I going to jail?"

The man turned his head to look at her, before chuckling. He ruffled her hair, "Nah, you're not going to jail." He frowned and took a seat behind his desk. "But I'm not exactly pleased right now and you're a part of the reason."

Ruby's eyes widened and she gasped, "B-But I was just trying to stop the bad guys. What did I do wrong?"

"Well firstly," the officer sighed. "What you did was commendable. Admirable, even. I can't deny that I'm grateful that you were there, but…" He clenched his fist. "The people of Vale don't put much trust in the police force. They seem to think we're a joke and the new media aren't helping. This little stunt of yours just added on to it."

Ruby gasped again, "No. I didn't mean to do that. Honest!"

The officer nodded, "I know, but what can you do?" He rubbed his chin, "Although, I was thinking of a way to fix that."

"Anything!" Ruby pleaded, putting her hands together on his desk.

"Once you assemble your team at Beacon," the officer started. "You will be making periodic trips to this police station for additional training and missions."

"What?!" Ruby shouted.

The officer tweaked a finger inside his right ear, "Quite a voice you got there." He then nodded, "Yes, I want you to report to me at least once a week."

"But why?"

"To show that the police force is working closely with the Hunters and Huntresses and to show that our methods are still effective," the officer smirked. "I'm sure you'll be learning about a number of things you won't learn at Beacon." He raised a hand, "Before you say anything, I've already talked with Headmaster Ozpin. He's agreed to it as long as you do. So… what do you say?"

Ruby was silent for a moment, "Well, one of my dad's friends is a cop and he's a really nice guy. I don't want to make him and you guys look bad so… yes, yes I'll do it."

The officer held out his hand, "Welcome to the force, Officer Rose."

Ruby took her small hand in his larger one, "Happy to help… ummm…"

"Chief Greg Lestrade, happy to meet you."


Jacob Germania kneeled before a white suited figure. The figure held a cane in one hand and a bowler hat on his head. He was looking over a few charts that were strewn over a table.

"So," the man turned around, moving his orange hair out of his eyes. "Let me get this straight. You were stopped in your tracks by an underage girl with a giant scythe. Is that what I'm hearing? An adult body builder type beaten by a scrawny toothpick. Is that what I'm hearing, Jacob?"

Jacob bit his tongue not to snap at his employer, "Yes."

The man tapped his cane on the floor, "First of all, what am I paying you for?" He eyed the other henchmen with Jacob as well. "Correction, what am I paying all of you for since you all bungled this job. This nice, simple job." He paced before them, "I thought you could handle this one simple job, but apparently little girls are too much of a problem. What, should I have sent you with some lollipops and unicorns to placate her? Maybe then you could get something done!"

"She was far more skilled then you give her credit for," Jacob responded. "This silver eyed pest got lucky, though. If it wasn't for that Huntsman, I could have killed her."

"If you were at all competent, it wouldn't have come to that." The employer snarled. Their employer was none other than Roman Torchwick, one of the biggest crime lords on Remnant. He rubbed the bridge of his nose. He was going to make sure it stayed that way. He went over and sat on a chair as he thought about the problem.

"Next time, she won't be a problem." Jacob snarled and clenched his fists. "I'll make sure of that."

"You better," Roman pulled out a cigar and lit it. "Terrible for your health but calms the nerves." He muttered more to himself then anyone. He took a long puff before letting it out, "Make sure that there aren't anymore problems in the future. We can't afford them. Now get out of my sight."

Jacob and the others quickly made their way out of the room. Roman moved back and forth on his chair as he contemplated a number of things. First and foremost, was one little aspect.

"Silver eyes, eh?" Roman chuckled. "Supposed to bring good luck. If she stays out of my way, she'll be the luckiest girl alive." He went back to the charts, eyeing up the territories. He snorted when he noticed colors and shades for other gangs, especially those nearby. "What I wouldn't do for a little good luck myself."

That's when his scroll let out a 'beep'. He turned to it to see a message. A message from a particularly 'powerful' lot, "I really hate that man."

Just then, he felt someone tug on the sleeve of his shirt. He looked over to see a petite but well developed young woman with pink and brown hair that had some white stripes in it. Her eyes were different colors, mainly when she felt like it. She smiled up at him and tilted her head.

Roman sighed, "Neo, now's not the time. I have to fix a damn mutt's mistake here."

Said woman was none other than Neopolitan, the cutest little changeling gal Roman had ever met. Well, the only one but that didn't matter much. She was pouting at his answer.

"Neo," Roman narrowed his eyes. "I'm busy. The very fate of our little empire is at stake."

She widened her puppy dog eyes.

"Neo, don't do that."

She jutted out her lower lip.

"Neo, stop."

Her lower lip trembled.

Roman face-palmed and sighed, "Fine, we'll go get you your ice cream." He was immediately glomped. He ruffled her hair, "But after that, we get back to scheming, alright?" She eagerly nodded. Roman decided to simply ignore the text for now.


Hello everyone and welcome to RWBY Remastered. I wanted to first explain a few things. As you might have guessed, this is a re-imagining of the show from the bottom up. This is not to bash anything of the show, this is just my own take on it since there are things with the show that I feel aren't that well handled, thought out, or miss out on some interesting bits. That's just me.

Because of that, I wanted to put a bit of information out.

Firstly, the full blood faunus in this world will have more animal traits, such as legs, tails, ears, and other features. It's a change I felt would make more sense when it comes to differentiation and when it comes to discrimination. (As well as a reason why no one suspects that Blake is a faunus since she won't be full blooded.)

Secondly, Port was changed out for Glynda both because I could really see him and Ruby bond over weapons and he fulfills the role of the Hunter in the olden story of Red Riding Hood. He's gonna be the 'Hagrid' of this world in a way, 'cept not nearly as big. Which leads to Jacob Germania, the Big Bad Wolf... I'm going to be honest, Kinda disappointing Ruby has no enemy that even slightly comes close to this in canon since he's the central antagonist of her story. (Wolf grimm don't count. Those are the basic creatures of Grimm.)

Lastly, Cinder isn't going to be in the story for some time. At first, this will focus on Roman (my favorite RWBY antagonist) as he'll fulfill the role of main baddie for the team. Which is the reason I brought up the cops, so to have the team more often bump into him and his goons.

As we move on, there will be more differences and I hope you enjoy it and please leave a comment. They are very much appreciated.