Greetings, readers! 'Tis I, Marethyu, back to deliver a new story! I apologize for the long wait, but I think it's been worth it! However, before we begin, I have a little news- As some of you know, I am going into the military. However, I renegotiated my contract, so I'll be an Intelligence Analyst instead of a Combat Medic! I ship out in about two weeks, so wish me luck. I will try to update at least one more time time during those two weeks, but after that I won't be back until next year! I have about three or four chapters to post for this chapter, and then a second new story in the form of a BRS RWBY rewrite ! No time for a guest disclaimer this time, so I'll do it myself. I do not own any aspect of RWBY or Destiny!

Chapter 1

Emerald Forest, 5km outside of Beacon Academy

6:30PM

The sun hung low in the sky, shining softly upon the brilliant autumnal colors of the Emerald Forest. In the distance, the Emerald green towers of Beacon Academy shimmered proudly. A crisp chill in the air signaled the arrival of cool fall weather and the approaching Vytal Festival. The low rumble of a large VTOL heralded the arrival of a new batch of foreign students, all of them chatting excitedly amongst themselves, though not all for the same reasons...

"Remind me, again, why we're posing as students participating in the Vytal Tournament?" A silver haired teen, Mercury Black, lounged lazily in one of the chairs, tugging at his pants leg with a slightly irritated expression.

His partner in crime, Emerald Sustrai, rolled her eyes in exasperation and sighed, holding up a finger, "One, because we need access to the Beacon CCT Tower. Two, it's recon for the big event. And th-"

"And three is because I said so, "A soft, sultry voice purred. Cinder Fall, leader of the small troupe, approached Mercury, followed closely by a black haired green eyed girl wearing a Goth-Lolita dress. The latter moved with a bit slower, with a slight limp. "I just finished giving Neo here a little lesson to remind her who's in charge. Surely I don't have to do the same for either of you, right?" As she spoke, a small flame flickered to life on her palm, and her eyes lit up with a menacing orange glow. Both teenagers paled and hastily muttered their apologies. Emerald shot Neo a sympathetic glance as Cinder continued, "Besides, as the saying goes: 'Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer...'" She laughed at her little joke, a sickly sweet sound that sent shivers down two of their spines made the disguised Neo twitch in fear.

Cinder's laugh cut off abruptly as she turned to look out the window. she approached the thick glass pane with a confused expression, "Tell me, does anyone else see two suns?"

Mercury and Emerald glanced at each other nervously, while Neo just cautiously moved towards the window. Frowning slightly, Mercury peered out across the forest, "Two suns? I don't see what y-What the hell!?"

Just above the evening sun, a second ball of fire could be seen. Other students began noticing odd phenomenon, and began taking pictures and videos. The fireball grew bigger and brighter as it approached the VTOL, causing Cinder to subconsciously step back, thinking the object was going to collide with the VTOL. Fortunately, it merely passed over the craft. A resounding boom echoed through the air, cracking the VTOL windows and shattering more than a few lightbulbs. Everyone, including the criminals, dropped to the floor in a panic.

The massive projectile continued its savage path of smoke and fire for a few more seconds before slamming into the ground with a terrifying screech of twisting metal. For a moment, everything remained still. Cinder broke the heavy pause by prodding Neo and gesturing for her to go see what happened. The small girl glared at her reproachfully, but did as she was told. Limping over to the far window, she gazed out upon a strange and terrible sight. The object had plowed its way through a quarter mile of forest, leaving behind a path of pure destruction. At the main impact site, the charred shell of some unknown aircraft lay half buried under a pile of dirt and trees. Neo stared at the craft long and hard before whipping out her scroll and sending a message.

It's some sort of aircraft. There's too damage to identify it though.

she hit the send button, and after a few moments, the rest of her team joined her (along with a majority of the students). Mercury whistled, "Damn... I hope that thing was remotely piloted, otherwise Atlas is going to have some seriously pissed people."

Cinder ignored the content as a message came over the PA, telling everyone to move away from windows, "Alright, time to mingle. Meet up at the dorm room." She vanished into the crowd, followed closely by Mercury and Emerald, who left together in another direction. Neo ignored them and continue to inspect the craft.

She had lied when claiming the craft was too damaged to identify. Her Uncle Torchwick was a bit of an aircraft buff, and had passed on some of his obsession to Neo. The usually ice cream themed girl knew of almost every type of aircraft the Atlasian military had ever made, and this thing was far beyond anything Atlas could produce. Or anyone for that matter. For one, there wasn't an air intake system that would usually be seen on high velocity jets used by the military, and even with the violence of the crash, there should have been something left behind resembling one. Second, she didn't know of many jets or other large aircraft (this one was about the size of a small transport VTOL) that could break the sound barrier. That technology just wasn't found anywhere on Remnant.

However, that wasn't the most jarring thing. On Remnant, all aircraft had a highly durable Dust resivour. The metal tanks had to be practically indestructible in order to prevent any unfortunate accidents with the highly volatile fuel source. Neo couldn't see a single resivour anywhere on the main structure of the fairly intact aircraft. If Neo had to guess, the crashed object must have had a second hull built around the first, probably to both disperse large shocks and seal the inside. Further inspection revealed that there wasn't a resivour of any sort in the visible debris field. If this thing was flying without a Dust Resivour, that could only mean one thing... It didn't run on Dust.

A small movement brought Neo's attention back to the main structure. A lone figure was pulling themselves out of the wreckage, and had managed to slide down the side. Neo winced as they collapsed after a few painful steps. They tried pushing themselves up, but fell a second time. She held her breath as the figure remained still for what seemed to be an eternity. Were they dead? No... The survivor pulled themselves into a sitting position using the charred stump of a tree. They turned towards the VTOL she was in, and Neo couldn't help but feel that they were staring right at her. She watched as they turned away, just before a small transport VTOL with the Beacon Academy seal flew past them, heading towards the crash sight.

Neo stumbled back, falling into an empty seat. What had she just seen? The crash landing of some experimental VTOL from Atlas? No... That was out of the question. Atlas was far too reliant upon Dust and too set in its ways to even consider an alternative energy source. No other kingdom had that sort of tech as far as she knew, and the thought of a civilian having anything to do with this was just ridiculous. Neo swallowed thickly as a final, chilling possibility entered her thoughts. That craft didn't look like anything from Remnant because it wasn't from anywhere on the planet. It was an alien spacecraft. There was a survivor too... An alien had crashed in front of Beacon Academy... And a VTOL from the school was about to find it, and bring it back...

"Guardian... Eyes up, Guardian... Can you hear me Stella? Please, wake up. It is not safe here..."

Stella groaned, stirring slightly in the pilot seat of her shattered craft. Slowly, she lifted her head and peered blearily through a cracked helmet, "Light... What happened? Where are we?"

The small AI device hovered in front of his Guardian, scanning her carefully, "I don't know. The last moments I can recall are somewhere blurred and frantic. We were ambushed by a Hive Tomb ship orbiting the moon. They somehow managed to land a critical hit on our warp systems, causing a large temporal distortion to form around the Arcadia. The readings I managed to collect are similar to those found during a Vex transport occurring right on top of us, only there were no Vex involved..."

Moving painfully, Stella unclipped herself from the seat... Only to promptly fall to the right, bouncing off of a wall console. A fiery pain immediately blossomed to life in her chest, causing the injured Guardian to gasp in pain and grab her side. Her Ghost tsked softly, floating over and admonishing her, "Honestly, you should be more careful. I detected no less than fifteen stress fractures in your arms, legs, and vertebral column. Not to mention a few minor contusions in your chest. I have directed our remaining Light Energy towards repairing the damage in your chest and spine, so try not to injure yourself too badly for a while. Now, we n-"

"What do you mean, 'remaining Light Energy'?" Stella's blood ran cold as she recalled Ghost's comparison of the warp malfunction to a Vex transport. "Ghost... Where are we?"

"I don't know..." Light bobbed, his central light blinking. "After the temporal distortion event, all contact with The Reef, The Traveler, and the Tower ceased."

She froze, "No contact? Nothing at all?"

"Well, not entirely. Wherever we are, there appears to be human life. I've been sorting through massive quantities of wirelessly available information and radio transmissions from across this'kingdom.' We are currently located within the kingdom of Vale. The planet is named Remnant according to data I have collected."

Stella groaned and pulled herself and over the pilot seat, trying to the emergency escape hatch on the far, which was somehow above her now... She grunted as she twisted the release lever, allowing a rush a clean, crisp air to flood the cabin, "So... We're stranded on some distant planet, with absolutely no way to contact the Queen for assistance, and surrounded by possibly hostile, alien humans." She heaved herself up and over the edge of the door, rating for a bit on the earth metal of her downed so.

Light dematerialized entered her mind, That is correct. Although I feel obligated to mention that technically you are the alien in this situation. I sincerely hope that some of what the Queen taught you managed to sink into your hard head, particularly where it concerns foreign diplomacy...

Stella laughed weakly and started to slide down the side of her ship. She opened her mouth to respond to her friend's barb but was cut short when a large, protruding piece of jagged metal bit onto her leg, cutting through her current armor like butter. She grabbed at her leg instinctively, forgetting for a moment that she was sliding towards the ground. She landed with a heavy thud, causing stars to explode in her eyes as hot pain lanced through her chest. She struggled to her feet, taking a few weak steps before collapsing. Her hands shot forward to catch herself, and she saw that the right one was completely coated with her own brackish blood. The now severely injured Guardian wheezed softly as the world around her grew dim, and everything began to grow numb. Was... Was she dying?

No, Stella. You're going into shock. However, I would prefer it if you didn't die. There isn't enough Light here to resurrect you if you do. Please, get up...

Stella pushed herself up weakly, but collapsed as her arms gave out. She almost cried in pain as the impact sent fire through her chest. Everything hurt, even breathing, "Light, I can't do it... Not in this condition..."

Yes you can Guardian. I-hang on... I'm receiving a transmission... Someone saw our crash, a Headmaster Ozpin is sending a VTOL out to investigate... One moment...

Using the charred stump of a tree, Stella managed to pull herself up into a sitting position as Light patched the transmission through her helmet.

A soft, yet concerned male voice filtered into her helmet, "Unknown aircraft, this is Professor Ozpin, Headmaster of Beacon Academy, please respond. We are sending a team to survey the crash site, and we need to know if there are any survivors. Again, if there are any survivors out there, please respond...

Stella wheezed out her response, clutching at her chest in pain, "Headmaster Ozpin... This St-Stella Black of the Arcadia... I am a Warlock Class Guardian... From the planet Earth... Are you receiving me?"

There was a short pause between this Ozpin's response, and Stella worried that the damage to her helmet was more than just superficial. Then the voice returned, "Guardian Black... Could you repeat that? You said you're from a different... Planet?"

Stella coughed weakly, and a small dribble of blood leaked from her mouth, "Yes... Please... I'm severely injured... Several broken ribs, maybe a busted lung... my leg is bleeding out too..."

The voice returned much faster this time, "Just stay there, Miss Black. We are sending out one of a team on a VTOL. Is there anyone with you?"

"Just... Just my Ghost... an AI device..."

"Alright, just stay on the line with me... Look around, tell me what you see."

Stella turned her head weakly, observing her surroundings. Despite the bloodloss, she immediately noticed the large aircraft flying slowly a mile or so away. "There's a large, flying vehicle about a mile or so away... It looks like a transport..." A pinkish blur caught her eye, and she used the zoom function in her helmet to get a closer look. "I see a girl on the craft... She's watching me..."

The voice cleared his throat, "Yes, that is a VTOL. It's bringing in foreign students from another kingdom... Can you describe her for me?"

Stella nodded slowly, "She's short... Wearing a black dress and carrying a black parasol... Her eyes are green... I think... She's a bit blurry... There's a pink interference surrounding her..."

"Thank you... Just hold on a little bit longer. The VTOL should be arriving any second now..."

Right on cue, a smaller aircraft zoomed overhead. It came to an abrupt halt, dropping down and landing. A group of four people dropped down, and Stella blinked wearily. 'I must really be going into shock now... That girl has bunny ears...'

As they neared her, Stella tried to get up a third time, barely making it to her knees. One of the humans, a female wearing chocolate toned clothing, managed to catch her before she could do anymore damage to her own body. She was saying something to her... What was it? It didn't matter... Everything was slipping away... Everything was simply a blur... And then everything became nothing.

Forwards and onwards my good friends!