Here is a first attempt at writing a story. I decided to take two of my favorite series and two of my favorite (but sadly dead) Terra Formars characters. I hope you have fun.

Neither RWBY nor Terra Formars and all characters belong to me.

Chapter 1

Birds.

That was the first thing he heard. There were birds sitting in the trees around him and singing their songs.

It´s nice' This was the first thought that crossed Adolf Reinhardts mind whilst lying down on the ground. But then it hit him like a rover. There are no birds on Mars. But there were no trees either, and yet he found himself surrounded by them. Slowly he closed his eyes and opened them again, but he still saw the same. Trees and birds. He was definitive not on Mars, yet he still could recall the last moments he had. The trap. The fight. The end.

I should be dead. And where am I? 'These thoughts followed suit. Knowing that he wouldn´t get answers by just lying on the ground he stood up, feeling extremely sore. He was around 5´11" tall, with a somewhat slim, but still muscular body that was covered by a long white coat with fitting white pants and a pair of black shoes. His hair was blond and fell slightly over his light green eyes, although the most striking facts about his face were the burn scars, which started at his chin and went up to his right ear, following the trace of the metal line which framed his jaw on both sides. The left side looked even worse with not only burn scars, which looked similar to the right side, but also a nearly totally burned off left cheek, which left his teeth visible. After closing the collar of his coat, with the intention to hide the burn scars except for a few hints, he intensely surveyed the area surrounding him.

He was indeed in a forest, on a clearing to be more specific. It seemed rather calm, even peaceful, but he knew that this wasn´t the full truth either. He could only sense small animals nearby, but he also saw track marks on the ground which let him conclude that there must be something bigger in the forest. The old traces of claws, which were scratched into a big tree, let him believe that, whatever had left these tracks, was to handle with caution, or even just avoided. Whilst thinking about a course of action, he noticed a rather tall, tower-like building in the distance, near some cliffs, but also a few electric energy signatures that were most likely human. Concluding that this must be other persons, he decided to search them to get a few informations about this area. Afterwards he could still investigate the tower, seeing that this building was the only civilized thing he could see right now. But first he should search the other persons in this forest in the hope to maybe get answers to the accumulating questions, or at least a short time of rest. After checking his equipment, he started to walk towards the other electric fields.


In different place in the forest, Alexander Asimov woke up with similar thoughts and as much, if not even more confusion. Unlike Adolf he didn't woke up on a clearing, but under a tree near a small river. He had the same size and a similar physique like Adolf, although had brown eyes, which he hid beneath a pair of sunglasses. He had also a faint scar over his right eye and wore an outfit that was similar to the one of Adolf Reinhardt, the standard Annex 1 crew clothing. But the biggest surprise to him was the fact that, as he saw his reflection in the river whilst drinking, noticed that he had his old hairstyle, his dark neck long hair, which he wore before he met Asimov. After surveying his surroundings like Adolf did, he came to the same conclusion. Since he couldn't track electric signals like Adolf did, due to his different base in the M.O.-Operation, he decided that the tower was the only way to find hints and answers. He noticed that he still had a few doses of the drugs and his weapon with him, so he decided to start his tour directly.

After starting his march along the river, he decided to stay near it as long as possible to have a certain security that nothing will attack his back if something like that should happen, he saw more and more of the vegetation and noticed that it nearly looked similar, if not identical to the earth. Shortly afterwards he noticed that someone or something was following him. It was also possible that more than one individual was behind him. Alexander didn't knew what was behind him, so he decided to try and shake them off his tail or, if this is not possible, search a place with less or no trees to fight his followers. After a few minutes of running through the forest, Asimov knew he couldn't lose his followers. He quickly checked his pockets to find an injector and injected the drug into his bloodstream and drew is knife, Kavkaz Kalinka. A few seconds his whole appearance changed and as he faced his opponents he now had his hands covered in black chitin, his face was also framed by it and he had the two horns, who gave his base, the Sumatra Stag Beetle, the name sprouting from his forehead.

This happened at the right moment, because shortly after his transformation a few creatures drew near. ‚What the hell are those things', were the first thoughts that entered Alexanders mind

Those werewolf copies are no Terraformars, but nearly as ugly as them' ,was the following thought. Indeed the creatures could only be described as bipedal, black furred wolves, who strangely had spikes, which looked like bones, on their arms and spines and some kind of facemask made out of the same bonelike material. Seeing that those were definitely not friendly, he decided to take the first step in the battle, remembering the old saying, that whoever makes the first step in a fight, often also stands at the end. Using the short period of time in which they tried to intimidate him by growling, he pushed the trigger at the hilt of his knife and shot the blade, which was also formed like a stag beetle horn, right through the head of the nearest creature. Using this short distraction he ran forward and kicked another one in the chest to send it flying. After this he used the now regenerated blade of his knife to deflect a slash and cut off the offending limb afterwards. He dodged an incoming lunge of another wolf, only to land near another one, whose claw hit him straight into the jaw and knocked him down. Although before the creature could bite, he rammed both of his hands into the creatures throat. The transformation didn't only give him chitin armor, but also small chitin claws at the end of each finger. With these claws stuck into the throat, the wolf died. After throwing the body into the last creature and slashing it open afterwards Alexander turned around, just to see a huge creature, which looked similar to a bear that had also the bone mask and spikes like the wolves, charging at him. But before he could even think of a plan, he heard a loud crackling sound and the creature fell face forward into the ground, smoking and smelling, its fur was burned. Following the trail of the creature he could see the reason for it. The officer of the German U-NASA branch, Adolf Reinhardt was standing a few metres away with a few dead wolves around him and a pair of throwing knifes in his hand. "Thanks for taking this thing of my back, Reinhardt", said Alexander.

"You were occupied and I was near, so I decided to take action. You are Asimovs step-son Alexander, aren't you?", was Adolfs immediate response. But before he could answer a booming voice cutted into their conversation.

"Splendid, Utterly splendid. That was a brilliant maneuver. Those Beowolves and even the Ursa didn't had a single chance against this skillful attacks. Although I must say I have never seen a Semblance like yours. But now that I think about there was this case when I was younger…" said a man who walked out of the bushes, whilst pointing at Asimov. The man looked rather broad, and was obviously a bit older, if his gray hair and the gray mustache were used as indicators. He was also wearing a burgundry coloured suit with a pair of darker trousers and a pair of boots, whilst carrying something that looked like an axe with a blunderbuss instead of a handle.

'Beowolves? Semblance?' Those were the identical thoughts Adolf and Alexander had whilst ignoring the story of the old man. Noticing that the rambling wouldn't stop in the next few minutes, Alexander took the opportunity to check the four persons behind the man. They all looked between sixteen and eighteen. The one boy wore some kind of camouflage uniform, whilst the other was clad in a leather jacket, a pair of jeans and boots. The two girls of the group wore something that looked like a bodysuit in the one case and something skirtlike in the other case. They all also carried weapons which looked like various combinations of firearms and melee weapons, obviously created after the same principle like the weapon of the old man, who was still talking. A striking fact was that one of the boys had something like dog ears on his head. Noticing that all of them stared kind of surprised, nervous and even scared at his now, due to the end of the drugs effectiveness, retreating horns, Alexander tried to lighten their mood and calm them down.

"Look I am no devil. Despite the horns." At this comment the old man stooped his tale, which right now included a barstool and some Beowolves and looked at the duo and then at Asimov. Noticing that no one was listening to his stories of his glorious past, he cleared his throat.

"Oh I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Peter Port and I am a professor at the well-known and famous Beacon Academy" he said whilst moving his arm in the direction of the tower, indicating that this must be the academy he was talking about. "I was just showing those students the Emerald Forest to introduce them to the Grimm they will have to face during their training, at least I did this before we became witnesses of your battle Mr…"

Adolf decided to take the initiative in this conversation, knowing how to talk to self-absorbed persons, due to his interactions with some part of high-ranked U-NASA personnel.

"Adolf Reinhardt. And this is Alexander Asimov. Due to an unfortunate incident we are stranded in this forest. We need a possibility to restore our equipment and would ask you to bring us to this institute."

"Very well, seeing that you are in a more or less dire situation, I will show you the way to the academy to give you the chance to talk to Ozpin the headmaster of the school. We shall return swiftly now, cause it is the duty of every huntsmen and huntress to help those in need. Follow me."

Seeing that his word choice seemed to convince the professor easily to cooperate with him, Adolf signed to Alexander to follow the professor, who now was rambling about some 'code of honour' and 'virtue of huntsmen', whilst noticing the wary glances the group of students threw at them.

And this is the first chapter, please excuse eventual mistakes, I am still trying to perfect my english. Praise, critics and suggestions are always welcome. If you feel the urge to flame do even that, I don't like it but everyone has the right of his own opinion

Also I have a few questions to you readers, which you can answer through a PM or a comment if you like:

1. I didn't decided the age question right now, so what would you say. Should I keep them at their age or reduce it?

2. Right now there are only Adolf Reinhardt and Alexander Asimov. I also had the idea of including two other members of the mission (for example Ivan) in the story and make a whole team out of Annex 1 crew members. Please give me your opinion and eventual suggestions for characters.

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Rac95 out.