"There's too many of them!"

"We have hostile reinforcements, inbound!"

"Where did they coming from?"

"What are they doing here?!"

"Oh god, look at the size of that thing!"

Countless panicked voices shouted over the radio, downing each other out. The chain of command was broken, and all that remained was fear. Explosions flickered in the distances as the voices in the radio dropped off, one at a time.

'Time of peace, my ass,' Ruby Rose thought from her cockpit. It wasn't supposed to be like this. This was supposed to be a simple lesson, training recruits the basics of space combat, in the middle of human controlled space. Hell, this area was supposed to have been cleared of raiders for generations. So how had it devolved to a desperate fight for their lives?

Black Beowolf fighters poured out of an equally black behemoth, hunting down the white fighters that the students flew. These kids were supposed to be the best of the best, earning top marks on their simulations, but they had never seen a second of true combat. They were sitting ducks out there, exposed from every angle, with no hope for surviving.

Suddenly, Ruby's radio cut out, silencing all the shouting and replacing it with calming white noise. After a few moments, words cut through the static. "Demon, are you there?"

"Yeah, I'm here captain."

"This battle is lost. All other instructors have been shot down. The Grimm caught us completely off-guard. The Signal isn't getting out of this."

"Don't say that. We just need to get the rookies together. We can jump to the next sector, where the Beacon is waiting."

"That last shot from that Drake class blew out our jump drive. Half the ship is sealed against decompression, and the hanger is filled with more wrecks the crewmen. Signal the retreat and get out of here, while you still can."

"No." Ruby's voice was cold and level, leaving little room for argument.

"Demon, this is not the…"

"Dad, I won't leave you."

"It's too late, little Rose."

"IT'S NEVER TOO LATE, DAMN IT!" Ruby cracked, shouted into the mike. "You're the one who taught me that. So I'm not leaving, not until every one of these black bastards are blasted from the stars."

"Demon…" the radio cut out as Ruby switched back to the open channel.

"This is Demon. All fighters, report in."

"MS. ROSE, HELP!" The cry carried on for a second, before cutting out, accompanied by a flash of light in the distance.

"Demon, this Talon 1. Raptor and Eagle flights have all been shot down. I'm the last one still up from Talon. Falcon 2 and 3 are the only ones with responding coms, but I can't get a hold of either of them… I think we're all that's left."

'No,' Ruby thought. 'No, this can't be. We left the hanger with over 40 students and 10 instructors, how can that be all that's left? We haven't even been at it for 10 minutes.'

"Demon, this is Talon 1… I found Falcon 2 and 3..."

"Talon 1, what is your position?"

"Ma'am, they weren't shot down…"

"Talon 1, tell me where you are!"

"I guess it's never too soon to be a traitor…"

And then the radio fell silent. Nothing but static roared in Ruby's ears as she watched a brief flash in the distance. All her students were dead. They were her reasonability, and they were dead.

And she sure as hell wasn't about to let that slide. With a flick of her wrist, a halo-map of the battlefield deployed on her dash. Before her, a small cluster of about 10 red dots flying in arrowhead formation advanced on her. It was an effective formation for space combat. Essentially two wedge formations stacked perpendicular to each other, it applied the tactics of an older era to the much more maneuverable vacuum of space. It was the conventional formation of modern space combat and would work well against any average pilot.

Shame Ruby wasn't an average pilot. "Alright Petals, let's see how those modifications treat ya," Ruby muttered to her ship while flipping a series of switches. Quickly, the heat sinks in the tail end of her fighter kicked up, and optical camouflage activated around her hull. She became a ghost, one that shortly would seek vengeance for her fallen charges.

"Computer, detach all training blanks from the spacecraft, and prepare the underwing particle accelerators. Disengage safety restraints, and prepare attachment 4A."

"Warning: attachment 4A has yet to be tested. Command approval required," an electronic voice called out in response to Ruby.

"Override, Thus Kindly I Scatter."

"Override accepted." A small buzzing could be heard, as inside Ruby's control handles a small device turned about to face into Ruby's palms. "All systems are prepared for combat. Switching to auto repair mode. Good luck, Ms. Rose." Then the electronic voice cut out, leaving Ruby in an eerie silence.

With a quick flick of a switch, Ruby turned her radio back to the secure link to the bridge. "Demon to bridge, preparing to engage enemy."

"Demon, disengage. I don't care if you're not military, I don't care how good you are. You cannot stop them alone. So I am ordering you, as both your father and superior, abandon the battle zone. Rendezvoused with the Beacon, and contact Ozpin. You know what needs to be done."

"I never said I would stop them," Ruby replied calmly. "I'm buy you time to steer the bucket of bolts to where the Beacon can hear our distress signal. You can tell Ozpin what happened out here yourself. Besides, I get to test out my new toy."

"Demon, please tell me that doesn't mean what I think it means."

Ruby didn't reply. Instead she throttled forward, rocketing towards her targets. As she drew closer, she called out, "Computer, on my signal, shut down all stealth programs. Transfer all computing power to auto-repair and countermeasure functions… Now!"

Instantly, her camouflage dropped, and she opened fired on her unsuspecting prey. Strafing as she fired, she pelted the lead ship and the two to its left. Briefly, the first two cockpits lit up, before spiraling out away from the formation. The lead ship even collided with the one below it, tearing both ships apart almost instantly. The final ship on Ruby's list noticed the attack, and attempted to swing away from the incoming shrapnel and prepare a counter attack. Unfortunately for them, Ruby still managed to clip one of the underwing missiles. As Ruby shot by the 7 remaining ships, they each attempted to get a lock on her. As they armed their missiles for combat, a sudden explosion sent more debris rocketing into space, as the damaged missile destroyed the fighter before its pilot even truly saw Ruby's ship. With Ruby now behind them, the remaining ships engaged their three-dimensional engines, swinging themselves about to give Ruby chase.

As Ruby watched the ships come about, a small smile came to her face. Now was the time to test out her new toy. She closed her eyes briefly, and allowed the warmth of her heart spread throughout her body, reaching from her toes to her fingertips. When she reopened her eyes, she was encased in a soft red glow, and the test equipment she had activated began its work. Slowly, her entire ship became encased in the soft glow, causing it to stand out in the black of space.

That is, until it disappeared yet again, leaving nothing behind but a few red specks that lightly drifted through empty space. Her pursuers attempted to give chase, until they realized there was nothing left to case. This wasn't stealth, the ship was simply gone.

Suddenly, a flurry of red shot by, and two more ships disappeared in brief balls of flame as their oxygen ignited. Another shot of red, and another two ships. Finally, one of the black ship's pilots noticed that the red left behind wasn't just engine exhaust. They were petals, left to drift through space. That was when the third streak shot by.

"Demon to Signal, come in Signal."

"Demon, this is Signal. Good job taking care of that flight. I guess we can consider your aura drive a success."

"I guess we can. Have you escaped the battle zone yet?" Ruby replied, secretly relieved that her Dad's voice was still there to reply to her.

"I'm afraid not Demon. While you dealt with that squad, they had a second flight attack our engines. We're dead in the water. I've ordered the abandon ship, but most the escape pods have been lost in various explosions. The bridge has all agreed to stand to the last man, to give the students onboard a chance…"

"Dad, no, there must by some way. There must be some way out of this! I can come back for you, I can…" And explosion cut Ruby off, shaking her entire fighter as it did.

"Ruby? What was that? Are you still there?!" Her father's concerned voice called over the radio.

"Yeah, I'm here. Computer, what the hell was that?!" Ruby replied, annoyance edging her voice.

"It appears that the main engines have blown out. Despite the assistance of the test attachment 4A, it appears that the engines were unable to maintain our high speed."

"Estimation until auto-repair completion."

"Auto-repair impossible, heat of engines has melted surrounding casing."

"Ruby, I'm getting the diagnostic here. You're not making it back here. Not now. Just go. Get a hold of the Beacon and let them know what happened."

"Dad, no, I can't leave you…" Ruby replied, tears starting to build up in the corners of her eyes. "Not after Mom. What will I tell Yang?"

"Tell her I love her. And you. Both of you are my lights in this dark world. So go out and live. Go out and find love. Find the happiness that I had with your mother. And always remember, I'm so proud of both of you. I love you."

After that, Ruby wasn't sure what happened. An alarm started to blare over the radio, and panicked voices called out in the background. The final 'I love you,' was the last clear thing Ruby heard, before the radio cut out completely, accompanied by a brief flash of light. But Ruby couldn't bring herself to look about. She couldn't force herself to look back at the destruction she was sure was there. All she could do was keep moving forward.

"Blake Belladonna, where do you think you're going?!" A concerned voice called out.

Blake froze, one leg resting on either of the stone wall. She had been so close. So close to escaping for a few hours of silence. Anything to get away from the damn orphanage for some peace.

"What, you think you could get away from this hell, and leave me here alone?" Velvet said idly as she jumped up next to Blake. A small smile adorned her face, one that Blake matched when she realized just who it was that had caught her.

Velvet Scarlatina, the one good thing about Blake's life so far. She was the only other Faunus at the orphanage, and had become fast friends with Blake. They looked out for each other, protecting one another from any prejudice that should arise. Faunus standing was better than it had been centuries ago, but there was always those holdouts that refused to accept that everyone had every right to keep existing. But times were looking up. The other day, some boy they didn't even know had stood up for them. Sure, he was a klutz, and a bit goofy, but the fact that he was willing to defend them had meant more to the both of them than he would ever understand.

And now here Velvet was, brushing her brown hair aside as she walked up to Blake, her heels clicking with each step on the paved walkway.

"You know how it is, Velvet," Blake said to the rabbit Faunus. "The young ones get rowdy, and the head-bitch gets on my ass to straighten them out. They've never listened to me before. Why would that change now?"

"Oh, you know that's not true," Velvet chided her part cat companion. "They all look up to you. Blake Belladonna, the hero of Verterre orphanage, defender of the defenseless. The one who singlehandedly drove off a hoard of vicious bandits."

"Stop, you know that's not how it happened," Blake sighed, having long since grown tired of this story.

But Velvet kept right on going, leaping to the other side of the wall as she did. "Isn't it now? All I know is that you went out on your own to face the bandits terrorizing our little settlement with nothing but that weapon your parents left you, and came back without even a scratch. The bandits, on the other hand, haven't shown their faces around here since. If that doesn't make you a hero, I don't know what does."

Blake smiled lightly as she jumped down beside her friend, resting her hand on Gambol Shroud as she landed. Even if it was a dangerous weapon, it was a family heirloom, and it felt right to have it on her. After all, it was all she had left to remember her parents. "It was nothing big. I told them to fuck off, and they did. End of story."

"Blake, watch your tongue. I know we're outside the orphanage, but we're literally only 5 steps away. The kids could hear you."

"Sorry, sorry. If forgot, we've got to protect those innocent ears as long as we can," Blake chuckled, walking past Velvet and down the path toward the forest. They both felt more at peace there. A place to escape the worries of daily life. A place where they could just be themselves, instead of the role models they needed to be.

They walked in silence for a bit, abandoning the path almost as soon as they reached the wooded area. It was not problem, as they both had a near perfect sense of direction. Not a benefit of being Faunus, just out of years of practice walking out in these woods late at night.

"Hey Blake," Velvet asked, breaking the silence. "What are we going to do?"

"What do you mean?" Blake asked, confusion evident in her voice.

"I mean, what are we going to do now? You just turned 18, and I do next week. You know that the orphanage doesn't keep anyone over 18."

"So, we still till the end of the year," Blake shrugged. In truth, she already had plans. Big plans. She just wasn't sure Velvet was ready for them. She wasn't sure the rabbit Faunus would be ready to leave this life behind. To abandon the planet of their birth. Blake was going to follow her parent's footsteps. She was going to be a Hunter.

The only problem with that was that no one believed in the Hunters. No one believed in the defenders of old. The heroes that had stopped Remnant from falling into a new dark age. They used to be the greatest warriors that ever lived, but that was when the human and Faunus races only lived on one planet. Now-a-days, they were nothing more than a legend. A story told to children as they were tucked in at night.

Or so people thought. But Blake knew better. She knew the Hunters were will out there. Somewhere, protecting the innocent. They hadn't be lost to the flow of time. No, they had just adjusted, fitting into the role where they were needed most.

Blake had been training for a long time. She had the skills needed to survive in almost any environment. She had the endurance to run at top speeds for almost 4 hours. She even had the strength and muscle control required to handle her notoriously complicated weapon.

And almost any moment she wasn't training, she was in the local library, connected to the planetary net. She read anything she could get her hands on related to the Hunters in any way, be it classical stories or military aircraft spec. If she could find it, she had read it.

The only thing she was lacking in was combat training. Sure, she had driven off those thugs, but that had been almost too easy. One fool rushed her clumsily, and she just flipped him. No one was actually hurt, and no weapons were drawn. They just left, muttering something about having to find a new mark.

"Blake? Yoo-hoo? Anyone home?" Velvet asked, waving a hand before Blake's eyes.

Blake blinked back into reality, blushing as she realized she had lost herself in thought. "Sorry Velvet, you just got me thinking."

"See, I knew you had plan. Trying to brush me off like it was nothing. I know you better than that," Velvet scolded with a light smile. Blake sighed lightly, knowing the Velvet wasn't the type to back down once she made her point. No, she was going to drive it home until Blake told her the truth.

"Alright, you caught me. You see…" But Blake trailed off, looking up through the canopy above. "What the hell…?"

"Hey, don't try to change the subject," Velvet cut in.

"No really, what the hell is that?" Blake asked, pointing up through the tree tops. Velvet followed her finger, and gasped as she spotted the massive fireball sailing through the sky.

"Oh no, it looks like a ship! Someone's crashing!" Velvet gasped, panicking for the person she didn't even know. She spun about to face Blake. "What are we going to do?"

"Run back to the town," Blake said, not taking her eyes off the burning ship. "Tell them what's happening. And to send help, we don't know who's on that ship, or what kind of situation they're in."

"But what about you?" Velvet asked, concern crossing her soft features. "Don't tell me you intend to…"

"Someone needs to be there if they need first aid. You never know what might happen." Blake said setting off in what seemed like the right direction.

"But what if they're dangerous?" Velvet pressed, concern for her friend evident.

"Don't worry," Blake called back as she started to run. "I've got it covered!" She gave Gambol Shroud's handle two quick pats before taking off at full speed, leaving her friend behind.

The ship hadn't landed far from Blake's orphanage, less than an hour run for her. Of course, that kind of distance would take most people in town at least three hours to cover, but if the person need any immediate help, at least Blake would be there.

Blake slowed to a walk as she came up on the crash site. It appeared the pilot had some skill, and managed to maneuver the ship around manually, despite their crash course. They had prevented the ship from nose diving after they entered the atmosphere, and most like saved both their life, and the life of everyone within a mile radius.

As Blake drew closer to the downed ship, the smell of wood smoke filled her nostrils. It appeared that the crash landing had started a small forest fire. No surprise there, considering how the ship had made its entry. She made a mental note to make sure that the fire didn't spread, but first she had to assure the pilot survived the impact. And even if they had, they more than likely needed help. Not many people could walk away from a crash like this without a scratch.

Finally, she entered the newly created clearing where the ship had come to rest. A long path stretched out behind in where it had torn the earth to pieces, and a number of trees lay cut in two. Not broken, cleanly cut. A small trail of metallic parts littered the woods, coming up on the actually wreck. It appeared to be a fighter, but Blake had never seen a fighter like this before. Nothing about it followed regulation. The engine was mostly gone, but Blake could still tell that it wasn't anywhere near military specs. No, it was far, far more powerful. On top of that, it had particle accelerators under the wings as opposed to the usual plasma missiles. And that was completely ignoring the fact that, somehow, these wings had managed to stay attached despite crashing through a few dozen trees. As to how, Blake wasn't entirely sure, but that might have had something to do with the visible edge that gleamed along the front of the wings. 'Well,' Blake thought, 'That explains why the trees were cut in two.'

Slowly, she made her way to the cockpit, almost afraid of what sort of person would pilot such a strangely altered ship. But as she climbed atop the smoking wreckage to get a good view inside the cockpit, she was faced with yet another shock.

Nothing. There was no one in the cockpit. The first thing she noticed was that the side of the glass was blasted outward, which was in and of itself a feat, considering the conditions that cockpit glass was designed to withstand. The second thing she noticed was the severe lack of blood. The cockpit was in shreds, almost as if someone had taken a hammer to most the consoles. Yet despite that, she couldn't see a single spec of blood. She couldn't smell any either. And that could only mean one thing.

"How the hell could the pilot walk away after all this?" Blake asked aloud, not really expecting an answer. And she definitely wasn't expecting the sound of round being loaded into a chamber to greet her as she jumped down from the wreckage.

"Why don't you ask her yourself?" A voice called out.

"Who are you?" Ruby demanded the strange girl. She looked like a normal enough Faunus, even if she hid her ears beneath a bow. She had long black hair, reaching down to the middle of her back, and the clothing to match. She had a simple black jacket with the sleeves rolled up and relaxed black pants with a single purple stripe, hiding the athletic body that Ruby knew was there. Otherwise, she wouldn't have gotten to the middle of nowhere so quickly, or jumped up onto her ship with such ease.

"My name's Blake," the girl said, her hands in the air as she slowly turned to face Ruby. "Look, I'm not out here looking for trouble. I saw your ship here during re-entry, and I thought you might need help. Obviously, I was mistaken…"

"Yes, you were. What system am I in?" Ruby continued, not wanting to waste time.

"The Piax system. Vytal Federation," Blake replied, hands still in the air.

Ruby sighed as she heard that, and lowed Crescent Rose. She never thought she would have to bring out both her new toys in the same day, but hey, life is full of surprises. The firepower test had proven successful when it had blown out the cockpit window, but she wasn't yet prepared for human tests. Not on an innocent girl. Ruby glanced up again, seeing the girl start to relax, but slowly reach for the hilt of a weapon over her shoulder. A very familiar hilt…

But before Ruby could continue that thought, a sonic boom sounded out, causing both women to look up at the sky once again. Once again, a fireball was arcing across the sky. The only difference was, this time, there was no trail of smoke billowing behind it. This time, the entry had been completely intentional.

"Shit…" Ruby said under her breath, but she didn't miss the bow atop Blake's head twitch.

"Friends of yours?" Blake asked hopefully, but her voice gave away the fear she was feeling. She knew the truth, even without being told.

"Nope. Looks like they found me. Listen, I want you to run away from here, as fast as you can. It's about to get ugly. You look to be in pretty good shape, even by Faunus standards. I bet you could probably make it to the next town within the hour right? Go get the guard. The army. Whatever it is you have, go get them, because shit's about to get ugly."

Blake froze as soon this strange girl called her a Faunus. She didn't remember mentioning anything of the sort, and she was wearing her bow, so how the hell did this woman know?

In the back of her mind, Blake realized that this woman was giving her an order, telling her to get the guard from the nearest town. But that wouldn't work. They were a small colony. The closest thing they had to a guard was the AA tower located in the center of the main settlement. An AA tower that apparently need to be recalibrated.

So rather than run off into the woods, and leave this girl alone, Blake walked up beside her, drawing Gambol Shroud as she did.

"Sorry to burst your bubble," Blake said lightly, "but I'm the best you're going to get."

"Is that right?" The girl said without looking away from the descending ship. "In that case, the names Ruby. Good to meet you Blake. Hope we have a chance to actually get to know each other…"

Blake glanced at the girl beside her, wondering what had brought about such a comment. Was whatever was following her such a threat that she didn't think they would both make it out alive?

Blake took this moment to actually look over who she was going to be fighting with. Whoever she was, she didn't appear to be any older than Blake. But she stood with such confidence that one could easily mistake her as an older woman. She had short black hair, ending in dark red tips. Much like Blake, she appeared to have an affinity for the color black, as she had been wearing a black flight suit with two read strips, with its arms now tied around her waist. For a top she was wearing a skin tight black shirt with red sleeves stopping just past the shoulders. A shirt sculpted to her heavily muscled body. A shirt that seemed fit to burst at the seams as the woman slung her rifle over her shoulder, those same muscles rippling with every movement. Blake had to tear her eyes away from the very picture of fitness that stood before her.

"What sort of weapon is that?" Blake called out, honestly curious. "I've never seen a rifle like that before."

"And you never will again. Crescent Rose is a one-of-a-kind multi-stage sniper rifle," Ruby called out as she jumped up on her fighter, with almost as much ease as Blake had. With a flick of her wrist, Ruby managed to lift the cockpit canopy, reaching what looked like a red cloak that she fastened around her shoulders before jumping back off the frame. "Designed her myself, just like Scattered Petals here," Ruby said with a loving pat on her downed ship. "Now let's get set up, they're going to follow the smoke here, and I'd rather be ready for them than caught by surprise."

"Who is this 'them', anyways?" Blake pressed, following Ruby as she began to walk towards the tree line.

Ruby never stopped walking, just looking over her shoulder with a very serious expression. "The Grimm, of course."

'Holy hell,' Blake thought as she gazed out from her hiding place. 'She really was being chased by Grimm…'

Sure enough, a small group of black clad figures had entered the clearing shortly after the fireball in the sky had fallen beneath the canopy. Three of them now scrambled over the red frame of the fighter, all hoisting weapons Blake had never seen before. A fourth was scanning the area around the crash, but they had yet to look in Blake's direction.

Each of them moved strangely, as if a couple had backwards knee joints, and the others had no knee joints to speak of. One even skittered about on all fours, moving far too quick for Blake's taste.

The last thing Ruby had said to her before vanishing into the woods still echoed in Blake's mind. "I'm going to get some high ground. That mountain over there," Ruby had indicated with a nod of her head, "should get me up high enough to see down into the clearing. I'll be there, and I should be able to handle anything that walks in with Rose here," Ruby had finished, patting the weapon the rested on her back. "You, on the other hand, are to stay close by. That weapon you've got there looks like it specializes in quick attacks, and to do that, you need to be close by. Just make sure no stragglers get away. Honestly, I should be able to get them all, but if one does escape, a single cut to anywhere on the suit should take care of them. This is a nitrogen based atmosphere, right?" Ruby had asked, earning a nod from Blake. Ruby grinned lightly at the acquired knowledge. "Completely toxic to them. Anything that isn't at least 80% oxygen is deadly, and were going to use that to our advantage. So stay low, and wait for me to make the first move. Any stragglers are yours."

She had made its sound so simple. Yet here these, things, were, skittering about on all fours or awkwardly bobbing as they took each step. This was nothing that Blake had prepared for. The Grimm weren't supposed to be this deep in Federation controlled space. Hell, they weren't even supposed to be on this side of the galaxy. She had expected space pirates, or even a Mistral invasion before she ever expected to see aliens.

Suddenly, a rough hand grabbed her shoulder, and threw her through the tree line into the clearing. Blake rolled as she landed, drawing her Gambol Shroud as she did. She faced her attacker, her eyes gleaming and her grip tight. Slowly, a massive figure in the same black suit as the rest entered the clearing. On its shoulders rested bright yellow pads, probably suggesting a position of command. But all that mattered was they had exposed Blake, and she was surrounded on all sides. And there was no way Ruby was in position yet. She had left less than an hour ago, and that mountain was over a kilometer away. Blake could make it easy, but not some human. No, Blake was going to have to do this on her own.

Or so she thought. It was at that precise moment that the domed helmet the commanding Grimm wore shattered, accompanied by the thud of gunfire a distance away. 'How the hell…' Blake's mind began, but was quickly interrupted as she was forced to block a swing from a strange weapon the Grimm carried. Through the tinted black dome, Blake could almost see the angry red eyes that she knew were there.

Thinking quick, she spun about, taking out the legs of her opponent with a swift kick, and drawing the katana blade of Gambol Shroud from its sheath. With a quick flick, she used the sheath to deflect the blade the downed Grimm carried, and plunged the katana into what she assumed was the Grimm's chest. A high pitch screech filled the air, but that quickly died out, and the Grimm fell limp. Rising up, Blake watched as two more Grimm fell to Ruby's sniper attack. But that was all Blake could see. There had been 5 Grimm in total, but only 4 had been downed.

As if to answer her question, a tight arm wrapped around her, and pressed a blade to her throat. 'Damn in!' Blake swore internally, realizing her mistake. She had grown lax thanks to her easy victory, and it was about to kill her. Was this how her first real battle was to end? The Grimm started backing out of the clearing, using Blake as a shield facing towards the mountain Ruby fired from. Blake wasn't about to get any fire support.

It was at that moment that a streak of red shot by Blake and her captor. Blake wasn't fully sure what happened, but suddenly, the grip on her slackened, then fell away all together. There were two distinct thuds, and Blake turned about to see the head of her captor rolling away from its dissolving corpse. Petals scattered outward and the smell of smoke took to the air once more, as the rumors she had heard about these aliens proved true. And just beyond them, stood Ruby, with a red scythe resting on her shoulder, a few scattered rose petals drifting about her, and a faint red glow emanating around her. A faint red glow that could only mean one thing. Something that took Blake's breath away.

"You're a Huntress?"

Hello everyone, and welcome to Millennial Rose. This is a Distant Future! AU inspired by Flight of a Rose by GhostPhoenix113. Couple things to note here really quick to get them out of the way. This AU is (obviously) based in the distant future, and Remnant's inhabitants have started colonizing planets. The Grimm have been wiped off Remnant, but have re-manifested themselves as aliens, go figure.

Also, Ruby, Blake and Weiss will be 18, Yang is 21.

But hey, let me know what you think. And please forgive any errors. Still point them out so I can fix them, but please, forgive and forget. Its 1 am, I have a long drive tomorrow, I spent 6 hours last night just writing this down in a fit of inspiration, and I've had considerably more to drink than I should for editing. I'll try going over it again soon to work out any kinks I can find, but for now, its stays as it is. If you haven't already, check out my other story, Fang's Embrace. See you guys next time!

Why did the bear dissolve in water? It was polar.