Author's Note: Even though I would rather not start this cross over with an author's note, I do need to say that this prologue may take a few chapters before we start focusing in on the plot. This first part actually has nothing to do with RWBY-verse, just how the hell a bunch of psychopathic mercenaries were able to enter the RWBY-verse. Well, let's get started then.

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Trapped inside the respawn room, an ironic way to die. All that's between the six of us and a metallic death machine with rockets and bullets was a single garage door, so apologies if I seem a bit… worried. Well now that I think of it, I am surprisingly not actually that concerned. That's a bit fun-

"Scout!" Barked the voice through my yellow headset, "We need you and the Medic to get to Red Base immediately! Leave the others to defend the point!" Dammit Soldier, don't you understand that I can hear you fine?

"Got it, thanks Soldier. See you guys in a few. Hey the rest you guys, stay here, alright. Kay thanks. Oh yeah Medic, hook on to me we gotta go."

Medic adjusted his damned thick glasses and shot the medi-beam onto me. At least with the Quick-fix,a device the mad doctor made, he would be able to keep up with me. For once. The German madman got his lucky day because apparently RED team needs their loans back. Out into the fray we go.

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Two men, a Boston punk with a red shirt, cargo pants, knee high socks, cleats, headset, and batter's cap and bat, and a German wacko in a lightish red lab coat (definitely not from washing it with the bloodstains still in it), red operating gloves, pants, boots, and vacuum-cleaner-looking device spraying this red beam, ran out from shelter and into the carnage of thousands of robots. These two idiots for hire dead sprinted across the battlefield and into a similar base with a red color scheme instead of the other bases' blue. The Scout knocked on the garage door and it was swiftly opened and the two men were pulled inside before the rocket could find its way inside. Inside were an American gun-nut in a mock-military outfit, a pyromaniac in an asbestos lined fire proximity suit, a drunk Scottish cyclops in a heavy ballistic vest and a watch cap in one corner. Standing in the other was a hulking Russian beast of a man wearing a simple vest and bandolier on his RED standard outfit of a red shirt, boots, and pants. Next to him was an Australian hitman in a similar RED standard outfit with a vest, quiver and a crooked outback hat. In the center of the room were two men, a Texan tech-wiz wearing a hardhat, a welding glove, welding goggles, and overalls, and a French backstabber in a read pinstripe suit, rouge gloves, red tie, and a red face mask. More important than all of these mercenaries was the enormous green swirling portal past the team's Engineer and Spy.

"Now boys, This thing is our last hope," began the Engineer, "It should, if my calculations are correct, take us out of this universe into another."

"What about our universe! What about the BLU team then?" Demanded the Scout.

"First off," Began the impeccably dressed Frenchman, "Rottenburg and Manhattan have fallen. This means that even if, if, we survive here, the rest of the world is already doomed. Besides, you know that the BLU team are simply clones of us. They will hold the Robots out of the respawn room for long enough."

"We can't just do that to them!" reasoned the Scout.

"They volunteered, Scout," countered the Texan, "Besides, we received a fax a couple minutes ago that Mann Co. has officially fallen. We are unemployed. We don't have to stay here and die, we never have to see one another again after this. We can live somewhat normal lives in this new world, without worrying about when someone will hunt us down."

"Fine… Wait a minute pal, how did you get the teleporter to work without a teleport on the other side," Scout asked.

The engineer snickered. "Hey Sniper, jump on through the portal. You see kid, I just locked onto a 'beacon' of some sort in that time stream."

The Aussie stared at him and grabbed his backpack filled with his scrap metal, various weapons, and a few days of rations, and stepped through the portal. It looked like he was walking into gelatin, and the other side looked like it was smeared with mucus. The assassin was standing on what appeared to be a rooftop.

'BOOOOOOM'

The portal wobbled and the scenery changed so a green forest.

"Dagnabit, the respawn room and the tracking system has been destroyed. Scout go on through!" Barked the Engineer. He continued mumbling to himself, adding, "The lock on the beacon may be damaged, but we're still locked on this time stream."

Scout hesitantly nodded, and sped through the portal with his pack before it dissolved to a new landscape, one of sand.

"Demo, Heavy, throw Soldier through!"

Soldier, hearing how he was with a team of cowards soon took out his shotgun and yelled out louder than was supposed to be humanly possible, "I WILL NOT SURRENDER! WE WILL WIN. THEY ARE GETTING WEAK I FEEL IT, NOW QUIT BEING A BUNCH OF PANSIES!"

The Scot and the Russian picked up the crazed American and tossed him through the portal with his bag and into the sand. The portal shifted to a warehouse and the Demoman saluted his comrades, grabbed his knapsack, and walked through. Another explosion shocked the room and the portal switched to a train car, and the Medic grabbed his cooler and suitcase and walked through.

"Now, Heavy, son, you are a free man now," spoke Engineer, "You don't have to work for us anymore. Live your life now. Just be safe."

And with that comment, Heavy hefted his humongous sack and walked through the portal into what looked like an alley way. The portal shifted to a sullen swampy area. Spy gestured to the pyromaniac to move and the thing grabbed his sack and skipped through the portal. Then it shifted to what looked like a locker room.

"Spy, you need to sap all of this equipment as soon as you go through the portal, alright? We are all depending on you," said the Engineer as he pushed wheelbarrow of supplies through the portal.

The portal changed on last time to what looked like to an office for an administrator. The spy grabbed his briefcase, looked at his watch, and walked through the portal. At the last moment a bread-based sapper and AI-sapper were dropped and started shorting out the powerful teleporter.

The surprisingly thick metal doors finally bucked in from the explosions and a small, shriveled, old man in a grey suit walked in to laugh at his enemies in their final moment of defeat, only to see the teleporter explode, with a cheerful, 'Hello' and a few snarls.

"Eh, good enough. Now onto the rest of the world," the man grinned as he walked away.