"Hurry up with the damn swordbearer already Barloc!" One of my titan fireteam members cried out over the comms. "I can't hold the thrall back much longer!"

"On it!" I yelled out, continuing to empty as much of my shotgun as I could into the ascendant knight, all while dodging his relentless cleaver attacks. This went on for a few or so seconds, until finally, the knight disintegrated, leaving only the cleaver on the ground. "I got the sword, pop the blessings bubble for me!" I called out before seeing a titan fly over to one of the rocks near Crota's platform, forming a dome of pure void light to create overshields for me, just as the fireteam member jumped away to group up, the thrall finally managing to get through.

I picked up the sword, feeling pure hive magic emanating from it, and flew above the thrall, over onto the rock. "Fire!" I shouted over the comms, hearing the sound of rockets firing from a distance. I then jumped up to Crota's platform, catching his attention and causing him to fire arc bolts at me, forcing me to dodge them. Just as his assault ended, the rockets hit Crota, causing him to kneel, and I rushed forth, slamming the sword a few times before Crota got an orange glow and began getting back up, forcing to rush back to the bubble, waiting for him to become vulnerable. Just as orange glow went away, and the sound of rockets went off, I jumped up to the platform, repeating the process again before the sword then lost it's energy, the form dissipating as Crota got back up.

I leapt down to the ground, rushing for the stairs into the crystal room, but a thrall had caught me by the ankles, causing me to fall, and allowing the horde of thrall to pile on top of me. I cried in anguish as the thrall began ripping me apart, claws and maws ripping at my flesh. My teammates were already at my aid, starting to shoot them off of me. A bellowing roar rang out, and the sound of heavy footsteps made themselves known above me.

"Shit, retreat! Crota's coming, retreat damn it!" The titan who dropped the bubble ordered everyone to do, and all did, except for the titan who held off the thrall. The titan rushed to my side, arc light covering his entire form as he tried to fist of havoc away the thralls, and I watched in vain as he was cleaved in half by Crota's sword, the arc light being absorbed by it.

It didn't take long for the thralls to quickly finish me off, and my vision faded to black from the overwhelming pain, my final death now coming to me...

The sound of a happy toddler behind me had drawn my attention. Or at least I assumed they were, as it was hard to tell in a infinitely dark void. A kid? When did a kid get in the void? I thought to myself. For a while, I remained still, unsure of what to do.

I thought about opening my eyes, and surprisingly, the void was now gone, in it's place a fancy room with an unusually large children's playroom. I could suddenly feel myself again, now realizing that I was on sitting on a wooden floor. A surge of emotion ran through me, confusion, joy, terror, and a sense of being out of place. I immediately looked myself over, finding myself in but a pair of diapers, which only furthered my own confusion.

What the hell? I thought in a little panic. I then tried to reach for my light, which, fortunately, was still there. It was weak, but it was still enough cause me to breathe a sigh of relief. I then stood up, beginning to take a look around for any sort of exit, quickly spotting the toddler who was dressed like a girl, looked about to be my size, and was 2 years old. It was at this point, the dots had finally connected in my head.

I'm a goddamn baby! Why am I a baby?! I thought as I went in a almost full blown panic mode, now pacing around the playpen tensely as I explored for ways out, only finding letter blocks and various toys. This continued for what felt like a few minutes or so, before I calmed down. Okay Barloc, let's think this out. If you're a baby, then that means you've got a family, especially with how this place is. Question of whether or not the family is good remains, but there's more than enough for me to take from here to get back to the Traveler...

I then felt a flare of pain in my legs, and I decided to sit back down and rest. Maybe should do that once I develop though. Damn baby body... I thought bitterly, now focusing my attention to my would be sibling. The clothing choice made it impossible to tell, as it wasn't pink or blue, so instead of throwing away whatever sense of dignity I had, I simply sat there, watching her as she played around with some toys, entirely indifferent to what she was doing as I patiently waited it out, going over plans as to what to do once I was able to start doing things on my own. That didn't mean I did not walk around whenever I could, knowing that I had to develop muscles for my new body.

Eventually, someone finally came in, and I turned to face them. A butler had just walked in the door, looking down upon us with a smile. "Hey there little snowflakes. How have you two been doing?" He said softly as he walked over.

I debated what to do. Outright showing my intelligence would probably go really bad. Maybe I could say a word or two, intentionally mess up my sentences... wait did he say snowflakes? Is he our dad or something? I looked to the toddler, who held her arms up as if asking for a hug from the butler, and unknowingly giving me the opportunity to see if the man was our father, or a care taker. The man in question had brown hair and a mustache of the same color, along with completely yellow eyes, which made me raise a brow for a mere, unnoticeable second. Yellow eyes? But he doesn't appear to be any different from either of us, putting aside the obvious.

The man in question then looked at me, and with a smile picked me up with his other arm. I quickly began replicating the same noises the toddler, knowing that I had to endure the dilemma of my situation lest he'd figure something was up. I tuned the man out as I continued mimicking my sister's actions, only desperately wishing for something to stop this from continuing.

Fortunately, the man apparently had duties to take care of, and put us back in the playpen. As he closed the door, I breathed a sigh of relief, both glad for it to be over with, and glad to have taken acting classes from Shiro-4.

Then I felt something down below, more accurately where my... posterior, was, and my eyes shot up in urgency. Oh goddammit, this of all things?! I genuinely hope that she doesn't have it coming either, or else I'm going to be losing more of my dignity. Not willing to have my diaper changed by someone else, I quickly began escaping the playpen using the letter blocks from earlier, stacking them in the form of stairs. It took me just a dozen blocks to form makeshift stairs, and I ensured that I'd be able to get back over for when she needed a diaper change, by throwing the exact same amount over the playpen.

Unfortunately, this had caught the attention of my newfound sister, who stared at me curiously as I walked up the makeshift stairs. I stopped at the peak of the stairs, looking back to her, before mounting myself on the playpen and kicking off the top block, preventing her from following me. I then fell safely to the ground, confused babbles coming from her as I looked around the outside of the playpen for anything I could use. Fortunately, there was a trash can, baby wipes, and paper towel that were within reach.

This'll do for my little problem. I thought to myself as I got the paper towel, using it to make a thick layered oval of paper towel, and then proceeding to grab the baby wipes in order to do my business. Once I was finished, I used what I had left to wipe my butt, throwing the dirty wipes on top of the poop, and gathering it all up into a ball. I then walked over to the trash can, throwing it inside with the carefully trained accuracy I had in my time as a guardian. Satisfied at what I done, I looked back to the playpen.

My sister had put the block I kicked back up, and was about to go over the playpen. Instincts as a guardian took over, and I rushed to her side, catching her just as she fell. However, this caused me to collapse, not being fit to keep her held up yet, and forcing me to the ground with her on top. I grunted in pain, waiting for her to get off me. She did just that, exploring the room almost immediately, as if it was a world she'd never seen before. I then attempted to stand up, but only managed to slump against the playpen in exhaustion.

Having nothing else to do but wait for my light to speed up the recovery process, I watched as she walked about, climbing whatever she could find and playing with various items around the room. It was somewhat... cute? I think would be the term to use. However, I knew I couldn't stay here, lest I cast suspicion that I wasn't who I looked like.

So after a quick break, I stood up and started making the opposite side of stairs, but before I could even get a block placed the door had opened, and I instantly began acting dumb. A woman in a elegant dress had entered the room, pausing at the sight of us. From the looks of it, she was our mother, though that was going purely off of looks and recent events. "How did...?" She then looked over to the playpen, finding the stairs that I've built, all the while I acted as if nothing of such had ever happened. She then turned to look at the two of us in confusion, before shrugging, and putting the two of us back inside, thankfully not taking the blocks away and just leaving them a little scattered. However, she then gathered up the blocks outside and put them in a basket that I wouldn't be able to get to. My sister then needed a diaper change, allowing me to turn my thoughts elsewhere.

First an inhuman, and now it seems as if I have confirmation that I live with a rich family. Which means they'll be more than prepared to keep me inside when I come of age... I'll need to make a lot of redjacks in order to escape I'm betting.

As soon as she left, I then proceeded to drop my facade, looking at my sister for a few moments in slight annoyance. "We're going to have a fun time aren't we?"

Babbles was her response to my question.

Several years later...

I looked around me, making sure nobody was around, before entering a broom closet. I then switched on the audio tape. "Entry number 1, Remnant journal. Ever since my death, and immediate resurrection into the family, I ensured to the best of my ability to slowly, but surely get my intelligence to be known. I couldn't let the family think something was out of place for a kid my age, lest they discover my secret and use it to their advantage. In that time, I had become acquainted with my newfound family."

A moment of pause, as I rummaged through some papers I brought, bringing out one named oddity. "The butler from a year ago was Klein Sieben, and is still serving at what I now knew as the headquarters of the Schnee Dust Company. Klein was an oddity to me, even with the knowledge I quickly gained of Remnant, the planet I was on. The only thing I could make of Klein, is that how he's feeling relates to what color his eyes. Question of whether or not they could become silver eyes is questionable, but I was able to narrow down at least 7 of his emotions right off the bat.

I then proceeded to list of what emotions did what to his eyes.

"It was all I could come up with, as testing would prove to be troublesome, since one cannot so easily force an emotion upon themselves, moreso a mixture. But as any warlock of the tower would do, I hypothesized that a mixture of serenity, disgust, and anger, or perhaps rage instead of anger, would draw out his silver eyes. The only feasible way was to make a joint effort with Weiss to lead him into an accidental murder, or hire a hitman for this exact purpose of making a murdered scene of myself. There were multiple problems with this theory, however." I said with a somewhat frustrated sigh.

I shuffled through some more papers that I'd brought, finding the counter reasons to not test. Inadvertently, I also noticed I made an error in the script, but chose not to say anything about it. "One, is that Weiss would have to know of my secret, or this accidental murder would somehow manage to happen, and preferably in a space where I could secretly snap a picture, as well as be able to distract them so I could quickly toss the corpse away. The alternate outcome is beyond unlikely, so I ruled it out posthaste. Two, is that I may immediately lose Klein's trust after testing, as I had played with his feelings in order to achieve an overall meaningless goal. To him, it would be meaningless, but if one could get the silver eyes to be constantly active on non silver eyes, then he'd be an artificial silver-eyed warrior. Something that was powerful, yet rare within the kingdoms of Remnant."

"Then there's the third problem, which is more of a fear than anything else." I continued on. "A titan or hunter would say that they'd be unable to come back from it without their ghost, thus the third problem as mine didn't come with me, but as a warlock who trained himself in the sunsinger arts, this is ultimately meaningless. However, a dreadful fear stood in place of the meaninglessness, as I had no ghost to resurrect me, so unless I was absolutely certain that I could do it, even though my light is practically the same, I wouldn't touch this theory; unless things were dire for Remnant as a whole."

I then noticed that I missed a detail to add into the entry. "I could try and convince Winter to do it in place of Weiss, but as I had yet to help her through her military training and show my battlefield expertise, this would ultimately fail. There'd also be the question of why a Atlas soldier is sparring with an 10 year old, and why she didn't hold back. Granted, it would be nullified by a resurrection, but the mere fact she could've held back makes it hard to believe that she wasn't trying to kill me for good, not that she'd be able to anyways.

Thus, my theory is unable to be enacted upon, due to my old fear of death returning, as well as a lack of viable candidates." I shuffled some more papers around, listed as enemies and allies.

"I then learned of my father, Jacques. He wasn't a hard man to read, especially once I saw his reaction to how well I've been doing. A megalomaniac who oppresses his wife, and nothing more. Fortunately, all I had to do was do well, which was barely a problem for me. My sister Weiss, however, would struggle to stay up with me, and while Jacques kept his focus on me, he would still occasionally give Weiss unnecessary, and unnecessarily harsh reprimands. This, in turn, caused my natural altruism as a guardian to resolve me on keeping as much heat off her as possible, even being outright defiant towards him in order to keep him away from Weiss."

I frowned a bit. "It has resulted in many... unpleasant experiences. Nothing of hive level for certain, but unpleasant nonetheless. I never got to see our mother after the initial phase of childhood had passed. It didn't take a millisecond for me to figure out what he'd done to her."

I put the paper back, shuffling around for my final script. "But my time in this family was coming to a close, for I would not stand for this. I would not stand as being the driver of the megalomaniac's obsession. I would not stand for Weiss being his next target, and I would not go quietly."

I then pulled the final script out, listed as plans to follow through."During my free time, I had constructed a hidden robotics facility within the confines of Atlas. A facility, that had grown over time with redjacks being in production, and had enough redjacks to guarantee our freedom as well as provide protection for the journey I intended to take. It would be long and grueling, but by the end of it I would be able to construct a counter to this megalomaniac, and disrupt his hold on the economy by the time Weiss is of age to attend a huntsman academy, or simply live her own life.

After that, I would take over his hold on the economy, and fix it up so that everyone benefits, as well as wipe shady practices off the planet. Then, I would wipe the world of grimm, as my final, yet unending duty of a guardian is to destroy the darkness wherever I see it."

I then put all of the papers on the ground, and using my light, ignited them. "But that's the future. Today is the present; and it is the day I've been waiting for. The day where my warlock knowledge gets put to use, as well as the things I've learned from Holiday and the city foundries. All I needed was the one, perfect moment, where I could overwhelm the headquarters with chaos."

And so I went about my day after recording the tape, entirely ignoring the classes I was supposed to attend, and just patiently doing other things for the time I'm supposed to meet up with him, knowing that Weiss would also be there. It was so awfully tempting to just go immediately, but not only I would lose time by searching for Weiss, I would also lose the chance to see his reaction to being so easily taken down a notch.

When the time came, it was almost impossible to avoid letting my arrogant smirk, turn into smile that threatened to split my face in half, as I saw Weiss waiting at Jacques's office, an eyebrow raised at the look on my face.

"You do realize that you're in deep trouble, right Chand?" Weiss asked, clearly bemused. I couldn't help but laugh darkly.

"Correction, Weiss; I'm not in deep trouble. In fact, it's quite the opposite." I said just before we entered the office, Jacques looking positively livid as the door opened. I forced myself back into an arrogant smirk in order to push him further. "Jacques."

"Young man." Jacques said through gritted teeth. "Do you have any idea how much trouble you're in?!"

How I wished I could tell him. I could go through every detail of my plan, watch his anger turn into shock, get him to place a bounty on my head. But the end of what I had to say would suffice. For I have little time to spare. "What trouble? I've only been playing a game of chess." I said as I turned on the receiver.

"CHESS?! YOU CONSIDER CHESS TO BE MORE IMPORTANT THAN YOUR-" I then clapped my hands, causing him to pause.

"Check." I said, activating the robots.

Jacques looked confused. "What?"

"Checkmate." I said as I then swept Weiss off her feet, eliciting a yelp of surprise from her as I carried her like she was a damsel. Redjacks then busted through the walls behind him, forcing him to hide on the other side of his desk as I ran past him, jumping out of the hole the redjacks created, Weiss screaming as we began to fall, while I laughed.

"FREEDOM!" I yelled out as we neared the slope. I prepared to time my jump off it, and once I landed, I leapt. My aura and legs broke, causing me to cry out in pain automatically, but it didn't matter. It gave me the momentum to launch out of the city, and into the spot where I've hidden a sparrow. I then activated my glide as I once again neared the earth, yanking on the tether to the Earth, slowing our descent and momentum as I dropped her at a safe height, us rolling over to the sparrow as the rest of the momentum took it's toll. Once I stopped, I turned to look at the city.

From where I was, I could see my redjacks wreaking havoc upon the SDC Headquarters, a satisfied smile at the work I've done. I forced myself up to look at Weiss, pain wracking my entire body as Weiss stood up, trembling with shock instead. She looked to me with tears in her eyes, understandably so any normal person would be wracked with fear and confusion.

"I know you have questions." I said bluntly.

"YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT I DO!" Weiss shouted. "WHAT THE HECK WAS ANY OF THAT?! WHY DID YOU DO ANY OF THAT?!"

"Because I'm not who you think I am." I said as the light quickly began to heal my legs. "Well, technically I am, but this is the side of me you've never seen before, and for good reason. It's a side he would've used to further his own power."

Weiss narrowed her eyes in disbelief.

I sighed. "My name is not Chand. That's the name our mother gave me. It's Barloc; and I'm a guardian of Earth."

Author's Notes

Hey everyone. First time using this site, came here from another so this might not come out the way I expected.

I don't have any OCs in place for the OC huntsmen team beyond Barloc, so if you feel like joining then all I ask is that you send me some of your works on Discord. My tag is #7293, and the username is Hythunza.

As of now, however, this remains a one-shot idea until I come up with the OCs or get some writers with their own OCs. I have college and other fics I'm writing on, so making some may be a while.

Until then, I will work on the next chapter, and that is where I'll now be looking into OCs for the story. See you all next chapter!