Greetings to all. Those of you just joining this universe and those that have been fans. Welcome to the Grey Syndicate. This fic is based off of my RWBY vs Blue crossover series, so if you truly want to understand what's going on, then go read that. It'll explain a lot. Also, I will be introducing you to some of the characters using already posted chapters, then do the trailers from Volume 2 of RWBY vs. Blue before digging into the story, but I'm trying to get it so that all the noobs won't have to go and read the originals, though if they could and show it some love, that would be awesome. Also, as to why I'm not posting this as a crossover fic is because it only has a few aspects and characters from RVB, while mainly basing off the OCs I introduced in the other fics.

Also, note that I list music to listen to that I find matches the scene, and invite you to do the same.

Any questions or confusion? I apologize, I know this is all mixed up, but bear with me.

This first chapter is technically Xover, because its the point of view of York, a Freelancer from Red vs. Blue. I will clear this up when it pops up.

I do not own RWBY or RVB.

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York

Junior called York Monday morning at 11:30, signaling to a very restless dream filled with an angelic voice with the sliver tongue of the Devil himself, and the hair to match. He woke to those dreams with only sorrow every time.

When he woke this time, he reached over and grabbed the scroll, which was playing 'Country Song' by Seether, his ringtone for Junior. He answered and wiped his eyes as he spoke wearily, "Yeah boss?"

"Hey, Cole. Get your crusty butt down here, we've got business to talk about." The gravelly baritone of Junior in the morning greeting him. "The faster you get here, the faster I get to sleep, and we all value sleep in this business."

"I'll be right there." York told him, then hung up. He slept in his jeans, so he threw on a grey tee and a black cloth jacket, then pulled on his boots and headed downstairs.

When he saw Maine, all those mixed feelings of hate and hope ran through him. The giant man slept on the floor, armor completely on. He used his trench coat as a pillow, and his helmet sat beside it.

"Maine." He called, and the brute's eyes snapped open and locked on him. "I'm heading down to the club for a while, my boss wants to talk to me, don't touch anything."

Maine growled, then closed his eyes again.

York shook his head. "Hey, how about today, we go out and get you some clothes, that way you don't get arrested for possibly being the 'Gargoyle?'"

The agent raised a lazy thumbs up, and with that, York left, making sure to keep his armor-backpack on him.

York double-timed it to the club, and was immediately let inside. In the club, Cole spotted the big man sitting at the bar talking with a young man that looked about 17 with short, black hair and Grey eyes. York guessed he was around around 5'7. Slightly tan, with a slight grin. He wore a lightweight, black, unzipped, jacket with a grey stripe running along each arm. A dark grey t-shirt rested underneath the jacket. On his legs were a pair of black trousers with a grey stripe going all the way down the sides of the legs. Black sneakers with grey highlights, matching with the rest of the outfit, were the final piece. York could see a black hilt poking out from under the jacket and could see.

"Ah, Cole, you're just in time. I want you to meet Rowan Emberstorm." Junior told him. He and the new young man, Emberstorm, stood. "I'm thinking of hiring him for a bouncer and perhaps one of the mercenaries under my list."

York stepped forward and shook the new man's hand. "Cole Grey, friends call me York."

"Call me Rowan." The young man said with a grin.

"A Mercenary, huh?" York asked, then looked to Junior. "Did the big guy scare you last night, Junior?"

"No!" He protested, though his face showed otherwise.

Rowan spoke. "I'll be working clean jobs. I know what Junior works on the other side of the coin, so I'll be doing my best to keep my nose clean."

"If you're working for Junior, all you need is a blind eye and a big tissue." York joked, pointing at his own left eye for emphasis.

Rowan laughed as Junior gave a joking growl.

"So, Cole, what do you think?" Junior said with a smile. "Should he get the job?"

"Why are you asking me? Is this the entire reason I was brought here?" York demanded.

"No, no, I just simply wanted your opinion. I'll talk with you in a sec, after Jake gets here." Junior told him, then looked at the grinning Rowan. "You'll start tonight, early shift with Cole here, by the bar exit."

"Sounds good. Thanks, 'Boss'." Rowan tried out the word with Junior, then turned and left.

"He seems like an optimist." York told him.

Junior chuckled. "Tell me about it, that grin never left his face. It was almost creepy." He told his fellow bartender. "Now, let's go find Jake."

Jake the DJ was backstage at a computer. For once, he didn't wear the giant bear head, revealing his almond skin and white smile.

"Ah, Cole, man. Listen, I got a problem."

"What do you need, dude." York asked.

Jake sighed. "Family member died. I'm flying out to Mistral for a funeral and I can't get hold of my back up. Could you do me a solid and run the DJ stand for the next couple days?"

"Hell, no. I ain't wearing that stupid bear head."

"You don't have to." Junior assured. "And you get paid his wages for those nights."

"I don't wanna steal your money man."

Jake shrugged, "Don't worry, I'm getting paid Vacation."

York nodded. "Alright then. I'm up for it."

These guys had no idea what was coming.