I don't own rooster teeth (but i wish i did)

there will be shipping

there will be love

crossover between RWBY and Stargate: atlantis, with the addition of my O.C Character

rated T for violence

!warning! critical defense failiure!..

!warning! critical defense failiure!..

!war- "SHUT THAT THING OFF!" said ironwood as he walked to the computer. "Shut it off now."
"YES, SIR." said the AK-130 who sat at the terminal.
"What was that."
"I don't know sir. Whatever it is, its on its way in."
"WHAT!"
"Coming down level three."
"Damn it! Get a team down there and shoot it to hell."
"Um, sir."
"Yes?"
"Its attempting to communicate with us."
"What's it saying?"
"Calibur? No, wait, EXCALIBUR!"
"What does that mean!"
"I think its the sword."
"What sword?"
"The one he's holding" The general looked at the video feed.
"Thats one hell of a sword!" He said as he whistled. "Let him in!"
"Yes, Sir!" As the warrior came in, Ironwood was amazed at his(obviously he was male) age.
"Hello, i am-"
"I know thineself right!" Said the armored boy.
"I am here to lend both mine own service, and mine blade." Said the boy as he unsheathed his sword and, in one swift fluid motion,
stuck the tip of the sword into the floor.
The swords pommel was colourful stone, and scales of its haft were two ribs of fish, both beastly in strength and will. One of the ribs were of a serpent conversant in calidone, and is called "Serpent of the Fiend." The other beast is a creature which haunts the Euphrates,
called Ertanax. The scabbard looked to be made of a serpents skin, and on it were letters of gold and silver. The letters said the following: He
which wield me sought to be better than any other, if he bears me with honor as I should be him who I should be held by shall be shamed in no place while he wears this girdle,nor shall he be ever strong enough to do away with this girdle; for it should be done away with by the hands of a maiden,a daughter of the King and Queen, and she must be maiden all the days of her life, in will and deed. And if she breaks her virginity she shall die the most horrendous death that ever fell any woman. The other side of the scabbard was red as blood, with letters as black as night, which said: He that shall praise me most, most shall he find me to blame at a great need; and to whom I should be most debonair shall I be most felon, and that shall be at one time. The blade itself was a wonder, as it was as black, and as red, and as blue, and as green, and seemed to be the greatest of all the colors, all at the same time. But the most amazing part, was the black and green flames that licked at the blade of the sword. The boy was covered from head to toe in black and red armor, that whirred and clicked every time he moved, which wasn't much, as he was standing in the middle of the room, at strict military attention. If this had been Ironwood's son, the General thought seceretly, he would have very proud. on his right shoulder was a cape red like the sun at twilight, and on it was a symbol the General had never seen before. It was made of seven seperate designs and looked like the head of a jackal.
"Who are you?" Said the General roughly, more than he had wanted to sound like. It was obvoius to the General that Remnant had received some help, even though ironicaly, he could have used it twenty-four hours ago when beacon academy fell and the age of peace between the four kingdoms went to hell.
"Finally!" said the boy as his mask started to fold itself back and reveal his face "Someone on this planet who actualy speaks english!"
"What do you mean, English?" Said the General.
"You know, actual English, like modern, english, like, what i'm speaking now."
"I see."
"Do you? It didn't seem like it when you ordered your officer to have me killed!"
"Yeah, sorry 'bout that."
"eh, no trouble." he then turned and asked "One thing. Explain, in complete and utter depth, what on earth is a giant dragon doing frozen midflight around an obliterated building? Oh and what, my friend, are those beutifully terrifying creatures whom, by the way are IMPOSSIBLY HARD TO KILL!"
"They're called Grimm."
"that's the second answer, what's the first one?"
"Would you mind sitting down, We obviously have a lot to talk about."