EDIT: So for some reason Fanfiction doesn't like it when I have line breaks... because Fanfiction. So I added them. I, uh, *may* have also mistakenly typed "Planet 456B" instead of "Planet 4546B". A lot. Oops. Fixed. *awkward cough* My bad.

The Beacon: A Supercarrier-Class Warship purchased by the Schnee Trading Company and refurbished into a vast construction ship capable of housing 150 crew and 250 passengers with ease, as well as using the old Docking Bay to store huge quantities of materials needed for long-term survival and construction projects far from friendly or inhabited space. Once a weapon of war, now a Beacon of hope for a better and more profitable future. The Beacon was dispatched for the long-term purpose of building a Phase Gate in the Alorian Sector, a sparsely inhabited region of space known for being fairly dangerous but very resource-rich. The massive vessel was currently en-route to a planet known as Degasi (nobody knows why the colonists named it that in the year 2714, they just did) to collect the final part of its formidable cargo: food and the means to grow more. Degasi was an agricultural planet under the management of the esteemed Arc Agriculture, which specialized in producing food and technologies to allow food growth under any conditions.

Along the way, however, the Beacon detected a distress signal from a super-earth planet in the uninhabited system designated only "4546". 4546B, the specific planet from which the signal was coming, was a planet with a breathable atmosphere, but remained uninhabited due to being mostly oceanic. The signal in question came from an old Atlas Inc. expeditionary ship called The Glenn, which had gone missing a stunning 12 years ago. For anyone to have survived that long on an ocean world hinted at dedication to living rivaled only by fictional characters and the rare, well, survivor. As per Galactic Code, the Beacon had no choice but to answer the distress signal or risk a serious fine from the Galactic Collective. So, as per the rules, the Captain of the ship redirected the main hyperspace drive, and made the leap into the 4546 system. They'd get there in about 10 minutes, and reach the planet in another 20.

All this and more the Beacons Captain noted, filed, and reacted to with the speed of an enhanced like herself, literally modified in order to better pilot such a magnificent ship as her own. Pyrrha was considered a swiftly rising star among the Starship Captains in Remnant, and had taken this job for the purpose of furthering her career and at the same time distancing herself from the constant nagging and job offers back in the core sectors. As Pyrrha neared the planet, she called in her Co-Pilot, an older and more experienced man that the STC had insisted travel with them as insurance against possible pilot errors due to youth. No words were passed between the two pilots, each knowing their role perfectly: as per basic training, there must always be a Pilot and Co-Pilot for a ship carrying over 50 people to land upon a planet lacking any known space ports.

Ren plugged himself into the ships mainframe, doing his routine pre-full-dive checkup. Engines Nominal, Hull Integrity Unchanged, Dark Matter Core Output Unchanged, Dark Matter Drive Nominal, Hyperspace Sensor detected no aberrations or risks. Everything important seemed to be in order. Checking the signal they were seeking, Ren noticed that it seemed to be a barebones signal – almost ramshackle, as if it was created using scrap. Well, considering the Glenn had gone missing 12 years prior to this, expecting the signal to come from a fully functioning Beacon was a fools game at best. Seeing nothing wrong with the situation, Ren agreed with Pyrrha's choice to change course and head to 4546B. At the very least they could enter low orbit and send a lander down to evacuate the survivor(s). Ren hummed inside his head, the act sending a small buzz through the entire ship as speakers released it over the intercoms.

"Hello Beacon Crew and Passengers! We'll be making a minor detour on account of an emergency distress signal from a fellow starship, the Glenn. We apologize for the delay in reaching our destination, but as per Galactic Code, we are legally bound to respond to any confirmed and non-suspicious distress signals. We anticipate this delay only holding us back for a few days at most, probably on 10-12 hours. Remember that the café and recreational areas are always open to crew and passengers, and please do be patient. We will work to make this as quick and efficient as possible. Thank you for riding the Beacon!"

In the Engineering Bay, there was a collective groan as everyone heard the announcement. The delay was understandable, but even so, nobody wants to have the greatest addition to their resume they'll ever likely get to be delayed. The Head of Engineering, Sky Lark, sighed and decided to give his division some time off since they'd likely be in charge of the rescue OP with Security. As the majority of the engineers headed off to their various rooms to change into gear more suited for some fun and drinks, a certain dark-haired engineer remained behind. Sky raised an eyebrow, not even surprised that the little protégé would stay behind. For her, the best entertainment was a new engineering problem she could solve. Made her one of his best workers, but also made her a bit of a loner. Ah well, to each their own. Sky headed off to his own quarters, already imagining the possible ways leaving her alone could go horrible wrong… or even worse, horribly right.

Not even noticing her boss leave, Ruby Rose continued on her pet project to improve the energy efficiency of the Phase Gate they planned to build. Slight modification to the transfer system, a tiny bump in the core output, and an minor alteration to the generator system should, in theory, do the trick…

The Head of Security was not looking forward to the future. This little detour would force his crew to work double time to get a rescue crew on the planet, find the survivors, and then get them back off-world in as little time as possible. Damned Code, always making life a bit more difficult for his poor soldiers and mercenaries. Sheesh. Well, so long as the pay kept coming everything would work out in the end. Looking out, Cardin Winchester hummed to himself before deciding to run a skeleton crew until the Beacon got into orbit of 456B. His crew would need all the rest they could get, considering the obscene amount of effort would go into rescuing a few survivors. He did notice that the signal came from a ship missing for 12 years, with the last known reports declaring that it would be exploring planets in the Alorian Sector for high-resource planets. Hell, maybe they'd found one and screwed up the landing process – wouldn't be the first time some hotshot pilot fucked up like that. Best case scenario, they snagged everyone in a good 8 hours and were gone in 10 with a hefty finders bonus on the planet. Worst case scenario, the idiots were a little scattered and they needed to spend 10 or 12 hours finding them. Either way, more money in the bank is never a bad thing.

He'd need to make sure to keep the blasted Valkyrie as far away from this operation as possible though. How she could manage to cause so much damage at her age is beyond him, but Cardin knew damn well that he didn't want this rescue ending with something exploding violently again.

"How dare they delay this project?! Do they ANY idea how much is riding on the new Phase Gate? How much this could hurt my reputation if we can't get the project done in time? Of course not, these idiot pilots are too busy saving some hicks who managed to get themselves in trouble and now need the Schnee's to bail them out!"

Yang sighed as her boss, charge, and signer-of-her-paycheck continued to rant and rage about what was going to be at most a 12-16-hour delay in a project expected to take the better part of three years to complete. Of course, this was HER boss, the Schnee Heiress herself, so it only made sense that even the slightest imperfection was going to be a big deal with her. Yang shook her head and focused on what mattered: calming the arrogant bitch down before she tried to break into the Command Center and got them all killed by yelling at the pilots.

"-should be telling them t-"

"Ok, Ma'am, with all due respect, you need to calm down. As the Pilot said, this is a legally mandated detour, which no one, especially not members of your family, can hold against you."

"You clearly don't know them like I do…"

"Doesn't really matter, Ma'am. We've heard the distress signal, nothing we can do but answer it or face serious charges – even murder charges, if the survivors die and we didn't respond. That would do far more damage to the Project than a 12-hour delay."

"Be honest with me, do you think this will only take 12 hours?"

"Well… we can always hope!"

Yang sighed again as her charge gave her a death glare.

"I'm going to take a shower. You stay here and make sure nothing goes wrong while I do."

"Yes Ma'am."

Blake was determined to be part of the drop crew for this rescue operation. Granted, she really had no business being there, but as a biologist she wanted to at least take SOME samples from 456B, even if it was only plant and fungal samples – things that can't run away, as she called them. An entire planet, uncharted and barely noticed, with a unique biosphere and a breathable atmosphere. Ah, that was a treasure trove of biological data to look over – new species to discover and name, a chance to make her mark – however small – on the universe for however long her civilization survived to tell the tale of their people. A woman would live a century or two, but knowledge? That would outlast her by millennia.

Heading over towards a terminal in the Biolab Bay, Blake started to set up her request in such a way as to ensure she would be accepted.

"Make note of my medical abilities, don't mention that they're fairly limited… point out that there could be injured or ill survivors, and that we have no way of knowing if they could be contagious… Comment that if we can find some good food plants or collect samples and find one later, we could use less cargo space on food from Degasi…"

Blake went about muttering her way through the request form, an eager frown forming on her face as she imagined the amazing things this planet could hold for her. She didn't notice the soft chuckle from her friend Russel, but she did notice when he poked a q-tip in her cat ear, causing it to suddenly fold and her to involuntarily tilt over the side and away from him with a yelp.

"I know that frown. That's you 'I can't wait to do something reckless and a little stupid' frown! What'cha planning, Blake?"

"Oh hey Russel. Just trying to get down on the planet as part of the Rescue OP so I can snag some samples while I'm there. Wanna join me?"

"Tempting, very tempting, but I have a bad feeling about this whole ordeal to be honest. The sooner we're done with it the better, and the farther from this planet we are, the less worried I'll be."

"Bah, you're just paranoid. It's not like there'll be some kind of plague on the planet, cross-species diseases are too rare and we aren't even natives. We'll be fiiiiiiiine."

Jaune glanced at his room mate for the trip. Brown hair, worried eyes, a simple enough space suit. This guy definitely wasn't trying to stand out. Jaune had learned that Dove was rather timid in all things, though he'd managed to get the man to chat occasionally, which was nice. Jaune decided to try it again, now that they had some extra time before the next stop.

"Wanna go down to the bar and grab a beer? Maybe see what we can learn about this planet we're detouring to?"

"I-I-I guess…"

"It's fine if you don't want to, we can just stay here instead."

"N-no, I'll go. Just… nervous. I have a really b-bad feeling about this whole situation is all. What if we crash too?"

"Mt fiancée is the Captain, so I can assure you we won't be crashing. Pyrrha knows what she's doing."

"Well, if you say so…"

Pyrrha had no idea what she was doing. One minute the Beacon is settling into a low-planet orbit to scan for the signal source, the next the central engine is gone, and all systems are exploding – some of them literally! What the hell had even happened?! The Captain was rapidly being updated by the ships systems, and knew that they weren't going to be able to escape the planet's gravity well – this ship was going down, hard. With a scowl both internal and external, Pyrrha made a split-second choice to remain piloting the vessel to the safest possible landing, rather than bail and use one of the lifepods. An order to her co-pilot found her with an unexpected support, as Ren refused to leave. They both had people they needed to make sure would survive, even at their own risk. As the massive ship plummeted from the sky, trailing bits and pieces of itself and leaving massive shockwaves in the air, all of its systems were in full overdrive. Directional rockets and gravity manipulators were in full use, the gyros were doing their best to keep it on course, and the destination had been selected: the only dry land for hundreds of miles in every direction, a volcanic island in the heart of a massive caldera. Pyrrha could only watch from within the systems as two dozen escape pods launched down towards the area around the impending crash site.

Ren activated the Comms one last time before impact. He had something important to say.

"Everyone, Brace for Impact!"

The Beacon collided with the planet at a shallow angle, the lifepods firing out right up until the impact. The first impact tore out the bottom hull of the vessel, but dispersed a lot of its forward and downward momentum, allowing it to skip up once before final impact left a trail of destruction across the large volcanic island it had targeted. As the last of the lifepods that had been able to launch before the impact destroyed the launch systems landed across the region, the massive ship tilted off the shattered and sunken remains of the island it had destroyed, a massive wave pulsing outward and alerting every life form in the area as to the ships arrival.

AN: Hello everyone! I'm gonna see where this one goes. Much like RWBY: New Remnant, this is a RWBY/Game Crossover - this time with SubNautica, which has been in development for 5 years and Early Access for 2 or 3 years now. I've been with this game from way back when they still had the Grand Reef Biome as a bunch of giant basic spikes into the sky. Ah, how far they've come from that ancient concept! It's been a joy keeping up with them, but now that the game has been released officially and I'm doing my first official play through, I've decided to begin this fanfic.

The early plot movement for this will probably (probably) be rather slow, as I'll need to follow a number of different people as they start their survival run of 456B and try not to get eaten by something bigger than them in the process. Hope I can live up to the glory of SubNautica and RWBY, but even if I don't it'll be a good read I hope. Certain events are already set in stone, others haven't been decided yet. We'll see how it all goes though.

I'll be updating somewhat sporadically, as the inspiration and will to write finds me really. I've tried writing when I have no will to do so, and ended up basically re-writing New Remnant from Ch2 onward as a result. To avoid that here, I'll write as I have the urge to, not as I demand of myself.

See ya'll next time everyone!

~TRP