A/N: *Anouncer Voice* Ladies and gentlemen, I welcome you all to the first chapter of my new story, ''Death starts in Autumn.''

Ok in all seriousness, I'm happy to announce the first chapter, after I talked about the idea in my other story. For those who don't know, this story will be about a soldier from a large group that is very similar to the Death Korps of Krieg from Warhammer 40k.

You may be asking, why didn't I do a crossover where I send another death korps soldier from Warhammer to Remnant?

Because one, there are already fics like that, you should check them out, they are awesome and maybe will help the creators and maybe motivate them to continue(*Cough*Death Korps of RWBY*Cough*), and I don't have a good enough grasp on the warhammer 40K unniverse to make a crossover

And two, a reason that probably doesn't matter at all, I don't know german, which the death korps are based off of. Again, maybe this doesn't matter at all, but yeah.

Expect romanian talking and swearing, maybe a lot more swearing. We are good at swearing, I guess.

Now I should start writing the actual chapter. See you guys at the end.

Vale. It has been years since I last walked on the roads of this continent, going in between the lush seas of green that envelop the emerald forest, the lake of red leaves that is the forest of Forever Fall, and the concrete jungle that is the city of Vale.

Even though I was born in Vale, most of my life has been spent in the service of the Atlas military, part of the force only known as ''Deadwraiths'' or ''Strigoii'' in it's original language, a derivation of old Atlesian.

I enlisted at the young age of fifteen. My parents tried everything to stop me from doing it, knowing that if I did, I only damned myself to a life that would makes me wish I returned in a bodybag. But after eight years of fighting on the dragon's wings, I was honourably discharged by General Ironwood himself because of the results in my last mission.

Every single other soldier of the DeadWraiths has been determined K.I.A., while I was wounded beyond the ability to fight, losing my right arm and part of my right leg.

To me, this was a great honor, fighting alongside people I could proudly call brothers, and a great pain, seeing as in the last few missions before we all should have been discharged, more and more perished alongside me.

And I was the one forced to live with the guilt and pain of never seeing them again.

Because of the resilience and almost suicidal ferocity we had in battle, every single soldier was given a medal of valor and a purple heart for our sacrifice, and I was given prosthetics by the Atlesian goverment to allow me to live my life in the fullest. Even with all of that I was still allowed to keep my military equipment and some from the other soldiers, from which I only took a few ammo cartridges and the Md. 1995 that the commissar was using. It had a black body with a silver slider and there were gold engravings on the body, along with our chant engraved on the slider. He always told us that we should never be ashamed of using the weapons of our fallen comrades, since using their weapons is a sign that their legacy will never be forgotten by us and we allow them to help us even in death.

And now, here I am, walking alone on the road heading to the city, PSL in my hands, same dark blue coat and grey armor on me, my signature skull gas mask and helmet on my left side, and a brown backpack carrying some rations for the road. My wish now was to meet my parents. They may hate me for joining, for all I know they may have even disowned me after I left, not wishing to see their son in a bag. Or they may be relieved that I came home alive, bringing me in with hugs and never letting me go again.

''Chiar mă întreb dacă mai țin la mine sau nu. (I really wonder if they still care about me or not.)

I keep walking on the old road to the city until I see two people and a horse in the distance. I stop dead in my tracks, my gut telling me that something bad will happen soon. They could be just a normal civilians, but something doesn't feel right. I crouch down and look through the scope of my rifle to see a woman wearing a green cloak and hood kneeling down in front of another woman with green hair, holding an apple as if she was offering it to someone. The weird thing was that she was looking the ground in front of her, not at the woman with mint hair who was going for a revolver behind her back. I quickly go prone and ready my weapon.

''Ce naiba se întâmplă aici? (What the hell is going on here?)'' I mutter under my breath, steadying my rifle in order to take the shot, ready to fire ten rounds of pure aura penetrating force. My plan is to incapacitate the attacker and deal with her later. For all I know, the woman who is about to be attacked could be a criminal.

Before I was able to take the shoot the woman suddenly jumps back, removing her cloack, revealing her face, her brown hair and eyes and a staff.

The minthead started running at her and fired her revolvers, the shots being blocked by some sort force field coming from her hands. Afterwards, the woman spins her staff around, creating a gust of wind that she hurls at green, knocking her off her feet.

''Probabil este înfățișarea ei. (It's probably her semblance.)'' I mutter again retaking my aim on the minthead, until I notice a man with grey hair running at the woman from behind her. I aim at him and fire a shot at his leg, hoping to cripple him. The shot flows through the air and past the brown haired woman right into his knee, but to my surprise, the bullet doesn't penetrate, only stopping his advance. A metal *DING* was heard when it struck.

''Picioare de metal. Tare. (Metal legs. Great.)'' I mutter sarcastically while taking aim again. This time I focus on the greyhead, shooting at his torso forcing him to dodge if he doesn't want to get hit. With my six shot, I nick him in the shoulder. He puts his hand on it and is surprised to see blood coming out of it. Before he can do something i shoot him in the other shoulder and in the thigh, hitting actual flesh this time. He falls on the knee of his good leg and tries to cover the wounds as best he can. The mint haired girl was dealt with by the the woman, using a fire blast to send her flying to her grey helper. Both of them looking at the general direction where the bullets came from, but are unable to find me because I changed position, running to the other side while they were on the ground. I ran as close as I can, using the foliage to my advantage. I was still some what far, but if I screamed now, I would surely be heard. I lower myself on my knee and take aim around a tree. They still don't know im here, so that's good.

The minthead tries to get up and attack the woman, only for a shot in her left leg to make her stop her attempt. The woman rises her staff and prepares to smack them over the head with it, but three arrows are shot in the ground around her and start glowing before detonating and flinging her back. The explosion obscures my vision for a moment, and I hear the sound of something sticking in the ground beside me. I look to my right to see the same arrow right next to me.

''Rahat! (Shit!)'' I jump on mt feet and run as fast as I can, getting away from the blast radius. After the arrow explodes, I look where the two were before the explosion, only to be greeted with nothing but the brown haired woman on her knees. I put on my mask and helmet and head to help her. When she sees me she recoils away from me. The mask does have that effect on people. She grabs her staff tightly and points it at me. As a sign of peace I lower my rifle and look at her. She stays tensed for a minute before she finally relaxes. When I take I step closer to her, I hear the sound of shotgun getting armed behind me. I turn around to see a man with a beard and grey suit pointing a large shotgun at my face.

''Don't. Move.'' He said, trying to intimidate me. Key word being trying, since us DeadWraiths were trained to remove any sign of of fear early in our training. I stay silent, looking at him through the grey lenses in my mask. He looks rugged, and from what I can tell is supposed to protect the woman.

''Who are you?'' He asked slowly, promising a fight if I refuse.

I stare at him straight in the eyes and tell him in an emotionless voice, keeping my gun close.

''I am Gabriel, veteran grenadier and second in command of the DeadWraiths armed force. If you want to know, I was the one who helped her in the fight against her two attackers.'' The man lowered his weapon at the mention of the DeadWraiths, looking down and repeating the name again and again, probably tiring to remember something. While he was doing that, the woman slowly approached me and asked:

''DeadWraiths? What is that?''

''Classified. If you want information you have to ask General Ironwood himself.''

''Jimmy? What, are you part of the army or something?'' The man asked

''Was. Now, what are your names?''

''My name is Amber Autumn and he is Qrow Branwen.''

''Qrow Branwen. The general has mentioned you once or twice if I remeber correctly. He said you are one major thorn in the sides sometimes.''

''Yup. Guilty as charged.'' He pulls out a flask from underneath his suit and takes a sip from it. He finished and turned to me again. ''What were you doing here?''

''I was returning to my home city.''

''Well, now that she was attacked, we should probably head back there. It's safer.''

''But, Qrow!''

''No buts Amber! I hate to admit it but things would have been worse if this guy wasn't here. We need to meet with Ozpin immediately. *Sigh*, I'll call for a bullhead. You can come with us, but you better not try anything on the way to the city.''

''Understood .''

*Grrrrrr* We both look in the direction of Amber and see her clutching her stomach in embarrassment.

''Sorry, I guess I haven't eaten enough before I left.''

''I have military rations in my backpack if you want.''

''Do you by any chance have some alcohol?''

''No Mr. Branwen I do not.'' He was taken aback by my choice of words.

''Mr. Branwen, that's new.'' His look of surprise turned into one of slight irritation. ''Never say it again. Make's me fell old.'' He says before I turn back to Amber and ask her again in my monotone voice

''So, do you think you need a ration or are you ok as it is?''

*Grrrrrr*

''*Sigh*I guess I could have one, it will take a while before the bullhead arrives.''

''Understood Miss Autumn.''

''Please, you can call me Amber. No need for the formalities.''

''Understood Mi- Amber.''

I start going through my backpack looking for an M.R.E. I find one that has rice with meat and cabbage and hand it to her along with a plastic spoon. I offer one to Qrow, only for him to wave his hand dismissively.

''I'm sorry it's cold, but I have no way to heat it up.''

''Don't worry. It's better than no food.'' She says before taking Don't you want to eat.''

''I'm sorry, but one of the rules of the DeadWraiths is that I am not allowed to show my face to people unless they are family or I am directly ordered by a person of a higher rank than me.''

''Wow, what kind of rule is that.''

''It is one of the rules to make us avoid forming relations with people outside missions.''

Amber looked back at me with a surprised expression after gulping her first spoon of food.

''Why would have rules like that?''

''So there is no outside connection that will mourn us when we return home in bodybags.''

Amber stopped eating and looked at me with a very shocked face, eyes wide as plates and mouth slightly parted open. Qrow was not faring better, as he too was surprised by what I said, and looked at me with a slight sympathetic look.

''Wow. That's just...wow. Sorry for you kid.'' He said

''Do not be. I knew exactly what I was getting into when I joined, so there is no need to feel sorry for me.''

''I see.''

Those were the last words to be spoken until the bullhead arrived and all the way to the city of Vale. Amber was resting in one of the seats, Qrow was messaging someone on his scroll, and I was performing maintenance on my rifle. The ride to the city was quick, and we all docked before whe knew it. Before I could get my things and leave, Qrow approached me.

''Kid, I'm sorry but i need to bring you to talk with my higher up.'' I raise a brow underneath my mask.

''And who is this person who want's to talk with me?''

''Ozpin. Headmaster of Beacon Academy.''

''Ozpin... I think I heard the general talk about him a few times.''

''Yeah, they've know each other for a while.''

''And what does he want to speak with me about.''

''About exactly what happened when you helped Amber against her attackers.''

''That is all?''

''Yes, That's all he wants to talk about.''

'Pe naiba vrea sa vorbeasca numai despre ce sa intamplat. sunt sigur ca vre ceva din partea me. (Like hell he only want's to speak about what happened. I'm sure he want's something from my part.)'

I look at the man, and after a few moments I sigh

''Fine. Take me to the head of Beacon, and I'll answer any question I can.''

''Sounds good to me.'' He takes a quick sip from his flask and turns to walk away. ''Follow me, and don't stray behind.''

The bullhead opens, revealing a courtyard and a black castle like construction. It was placed near the edge of a cliff.

''You brought me here before I even accepted.'' I didn't like this one bit.

''Yeah, the talk is kinda important.''

''Oh, I'm sure of it.''

'' We keep walking to the front of the tower where we meet two people. One was a man wearing a black suit and pants with a green undershirt and scarf, grey hair and small black spectacles with brown eyes. He had a cane in his right hand. To his left was a woman with blond hair fashioned into a bun, also wearing spectacles, with green eyes, wearing a white shirt with a short black dress and a black/purple cape, black stocking and knee high boots. She had what could be assumed a riding crop in her right hand. The man had small smile and a welcoming look, while the woman had small frown and a calculating gaze, looking at me as I was a threat.

I ignored the woman and faced the man.

''Welcome. . I assume you know by know, but I am Headmaster Ozpin, Headmaster of Beacon Hunting Academy. This is my assistant, teacher and deputy headmistress Glynda Goodwitch.''

I salluted both of them, and they gave me small bow in return.

''I am Gabriel Berchesan. Former grenadier and second in command of the DeathWraiths.''

''Former?'' Asked Ozpin

''I will answer anything I can in your office. Im sure you don't want us to speak out in the open for everyone to hear.''

''Yes you are right. Let's head to my office and there we can talk.''

Glynda took a step forward and focused her attention to me.

''Follow us and please set asside the weapons once we are inside.''

''Yes Ma'am.'' I say saluting her and follow Ozpin to his office.

Beacon ey.

Can a dead man hope for a light to shine in his road.

Or will just fade into the dark.

A/N: And this is the first chapter I hope you enjoyed it.

I hope the Romanian parts didn't seem to forced and played well

Leave your opinions in the reviews and tell me how you feel about it.

I'll se you guys next chapter.

Bye.