Heyo! Qopster here with another story. :3 I'm not new to writing, but I still would love comments and the like if they help. I'd love feedback on this idea as well, it'd be great! Also, read bellow…read the bold…DO IT! TRUST ME! It's kinda important…

Okay, the other stuff I mentioned was drugs. DON'T GO AWAY LET ME EXPLAIN! I mean like weed and cigarettes and the like. I mean I'm going to make up illegal drugs too but still…Anyway, wanted to get that out of the way.

Oh, and this takes place…um…let's say before the events of RWBY, two years…yeah, when Blake's still in the White Fang and Ruby and Yang don't know the others…and Weiss is a bitch…like she always is! Anyway, have a nice read!

Chapter 1

The sun rose over the jungle's treetops, morning dew glistening on massive leaves as a hut opened. It wasn't a normal hut though; it was located in the trees, as were all the other huts. It was made of wood, but had an AC unit in it as well as well as a solar panel on the roof. A giant vat also hung in the trees, holding fresh rain water with a net over it to prevent mosquitoes from getting to it. It was quite an odd hut.

Hopping out of the tree landing with a roll, the man stood up and pulled out a whistle. He tweeted loud and long, getting other doors in the treetops to open up as annoyed and tired heads peaked out.

"Get up lazy buts!" he called out with a wide grin. "We got work to do today!"

With groans and mumbles of dissent among a few, others eagerly hopped out and ran to join him. A Faunus with bear traits stuck out a fist for a fist bump. "Hey boss, what's up Sparta?" he asked, grinning. "What are we doing today?"

"I'll say once everyone's here," he said, smiling as he returned the fist bump. "Be patient."

It took only half an hour for everyone to get out and arrive, sitting on the ground or drinking water from their water bottles. In total, there was about 100 people, all which listened to the man standing on top of a fallen tree, Sparta Auburn, Ex-Hunter.

"So…everyone's here right?" he called out with a grin as he looked around. A shield bounced on his back as he asked. "Well… I think everyone's here, so let's get down to business. Workers," he said, pointing to the stronger ones who looked up. "You guys go and work on that wall. How many days until the wooden part is finished?"

"Give us a few," one ram Faunus said with a chuckle. "There's only so many of us after all."

"Alright, just keep on working alright? We need it if we're gonna keep the Grimm out." He turned to another group. "What about you guys? Are the farms doing well?"

A bunny Faunus, female, walked up and nodded. "So far no problems boss."

"Good to hear." He turned to a few others that had drills in their hands. "miners, what about you guys?"

"We found another Dust pocket," a sheep Faunus said with a wide grin, his curled horns sticking out of his head. "This one's red Dust, and it's a big pocket, so we should be able to get a pretty penny for it."

"That's good," he said with a smile. "We can't make these electronics after all, so all money is good," he said with a nod. "So…everyone get to work," he said with a clap. "Breakfast is at the main hut," he said, pointing to the large hut that stretched across several trees. "So is lunch and dinner, so get there whenever you wanna. I'll be walking around. Dismissed!" he said, walking away from the group.

Age 25, Sparta wasn't an imposing man, but he wasn't someone you could easily walk over, or walk over at all. He stood at 6 feet tall, was well built with average muscles, and always carried a shield, his weapon, on his back. He had shimmering blue eyes that reflected the light, a pair of gray cat ears that poked out through his blonde hair, sticking out like a sore thumb. He was kind to everyone, human and Faunus until someone pissed him off. He walked with a confident gait, even if he was somewhere he didn't know at all and knew nobody there. That's what got him where he was after all.

For clothes he had on a simple light yellow T-shirt and khaki shorts with his shield strapped to his back. That shield was the weapon he had used in Beacon when he was in training and in vale when he was a hunter-for-hire. It could…well…it had many uses.

Hearing the crunching of someone running up behind him, he turned and saw a rabbit Faunus with golden hair running up, a worried look on her face as her ears twitched nervously. "Oh, hey Michelle," he said as if there wasn't a problem in the world. "What's up?"

"What's up? Well," the nervous rabbit Faunus said, her ears twitching nervously. "There's kinda a problem…"

He changed in a flash from being happy and joking around to being serious, his smile vanishing as his eyes narrowed at her. "Show me."

He was lead away from the group, down a dirt path they had worn out to another tree with a hut up in the canopy. It wasn't a normal one though, the hut or the tree. The tree was an observation post of sorts as it was in the tallest one out of all the trees in the jungle nearby. The two of them quickly climbed up, the rabbit girl behind Sparta.

"So I was up here, watching for anything out of the ordinary," she said as they climbed. "You know, more Grimm than normal, any unauthorized bullheads, etcetera. Everything was normal until an hour ago."

"What happened?" he asked as they reached the halfway mark. "Grimm or bullhead?"

"A bullhead belonging to the White Fang touched down," she said, biting her bottom lip. "I don't know if they've come here yet, but it seems unlikely. It was fairly far away. But there was more than one, I'm worried they're setting up an outpost of sorts. I saw a smoke trail, so that only furthers my idea," she said as they finally reached the top. They opened the trapdoor and came out into the wooden room. "You know, it could be a campfire," she said as she climbed out after him.

On one wall was a map of the surrounding island, as well as the flight plans they had set up with all of the other four nations and any ships coming from them. On a desk was a lamp as well as a scroll and a radio to contact any incoming bullheads that wanted to land on the landing pad, one of the few ground structures they had set up besides the wall that was being built.

Without commenting on her talking, he walked to the window on one side and looked out through it at the smoke trail. His eyes narrowed on it and a frown grew as he picked up his shield off his back. "I'll be right back…" he said as he walked back to the ladder. "I'm gonna go check it out…"

"Hey wait!" she said, following him and watching him climb down with worry in her eyes, nervously bouncing back and forth. "Shouldn't you bring some help along?" she asked. "I mean, there's Grimm in the forest too you know."

He looked up and gave her a quick grin. "Don't worry about me," he said as he held onto the ladder with one hand, pulling off his shield with the other. "I got this baby, and she's never failed me in a single battle…except for that one time at a stripper joint but we don't talk about that," he said with a chuckle, watching the other person's face go crimson.

"S-stripper joint?" she asked. "Why were you?"

"Look, some gang was running it and 'ol Oz told us to get on the case and take it out…it was a weird night that's all I'm saying m'kay?" he looked up and grinned. "Also, you really shouldn't look down at me like that."

She blinked in confusion, calming down slightly. "Why's that?"

"I can see your panties," he said simply.

Her face lit up until it was the color of a Grimm's eyes as she reached down and pulled down her skirt. She grabbed the nearest thing, a stick that had fallen from the tree and hurled it at him. "Perv!"

He reflected it away with his shield with a grin as he winked up at her. "Anyway, I'll see you later. Tell the others what I'm doing, alright?" he asked as he turned his shield towards another tree and hit a button on the inside.

A hole opened and out shot a grappling hook. He swung off the ladder and swung down, descending in a smooth arch. He hit the button again and it detached, quickly retracting before he launched it at another branch. He continued the process until he was swooshing down to the ground at the lowest point of his swing. He finally hit the button one last time and rolled as he hit the ground, sitting still once he was done.

Quiet…nice…nobody heard me then, he thought as he heard the birds chirping and saw a squirrel scuttle around nearby. And there aren't too many Grimm today, that's good. He lifted his shield back onto his back and dusted his clothes. Might as well see what the hell's going on, he thought as he walked down through the forest, heading towards the smoke plume.

Short, but it's just the beginning. Anyway, please tell me what you thought if you took the time to read this. If you didn't and you just scrolled to the bottom…well you wasted your time. :P Anyway, I will give this as a warning to all who hate it when people include characters from the cannon. They will show up, it's in the character thingy on the fanfic summary thingy…yeah…anyway…ciao!