A/N:

I know that I wasn't really descriptive in Six's armor in the previous chapter, and I apologize for that. Just think it's the default MK V armor.


The first thing that greeted him as he awoke was the sound of chirping crickets. Strange, Six doubted there were any more of those on the planet. The next thing that confused him was the scent of grass, and the slight, cool breeze. He frowned and opened his eyes, only to be met with the sight of a glowing, fractured moon in the night sky.

"The fuck?" he said eloquently. "I guess that really wasn't a dream, then."

He gave himself a once-over, seeing that he had most of his armor equipped and intact, with the exception of his helmet, which was lying next to him. His armor held most of its original look, but it was more streamlined and the colors were different. There were numerous orange lights traveling in lines on his armor. The armor itself was made of an unknown alloy. It also felt lighter than before. He had no other weapons on him other than his Magnum, which was on his right thigh's magnetic holster.

At least I have something to shoot with, He thought as he equipped it into his right hand. He immediately noticed something wrong -or right?- with his weaponr. It had some sort of glowing yellowish-orange light being projected from the barrel. Against his better judgment, he touched it and was surprised to see it was solid. Solid light? He studied it for a few more seconds before picking up his helmet and putting it on.

Six immediately noticed the differences. Everything in the HUD was actually working. By everything, he meant the shield bar, motion tracker, ammo counter (which was full, much to his relief) and had an Active Camouflage module equipped.

"Six?" asked an accented voice from within the helmet.

"…Dot?" said Six uncertainly.

"No, it's Lesson. Of course it's me! Who else would it be?"

"This is strange Dot, you're not exactly a… 'dumb' A.I. anymore, are you? This is probably what Lesson meant when he mentioned your 'upgrades'"

"Yes, you could say that. Now, I can…feel, you know what I mean? I don't really feel like a machine anymore, even though I'm pretty much just a sentient line of code. I'm… lighter somehow."

"So you're a Smart A.I. now. What about your lifespan? Doesn't your kind live for only seven years max?"

"Under normal circumstances, yes; But Unhallowed Lesson extended my life indefinitely, calling it meta-stability."

"Good enough for me. I'll inquire the next time I see him. Where are we anyways?"

"A forest, it seems."

"Dot…" Six growled. He wasn't in the mood for jokes.

"Alright, alright. Scanning."

As Dot scanned for signals, Six was finally noticing his surroundings. He activated the built in VISR function in his HUD. He was in a small clearing within a dense forest from what he could see. The trees had colorful leaves, ranging from red to yellow and gold, the colors of fall. He looked up at the shattered moon. What could've caused that? The fact that it's still acting like a moon despite half of it being debris should be pretty damned impossible. Guess Lesson was telling the truth about sending me to a new world.

"Noble Six," Came Dot's disembodied voice. "I've finished scanning. I have bad news and worse news. Which one first?"

Six sighed. "I figured as much. I'll go bad news first."

"All right then! The bad news is that I've picked up some unknown life forms moving to our position. Non-human, I will add."

"Covenant?"

"Negative, Six. They seem to be indigenous animals. They should be appearing in the motion tracker quite soon."

"How many?"

"A dozen, easily."

"And the worse news?"

"I was able to scan and pick up a couple man-made signals, but none of them were UNSC."

"Rebels?"

"Negative. At least…I don't think so. They're foreign frequencies, not Rebel, UNSC or Covenant. At least… not ones we've encountered before. It was still quite primitive, however, and I did some snooping."

"What did you find?"

"This planet is referred to as 'Remnant' by the people here-"

"Odd. I've never heard of a colony called Remnant. Remnant of what?"

"Let me finish! There are four 'Kingdoms' here. Atlas, Mistral, Vale, Vacuo and a sub-continent called Menagerie. We are currently closest to Vale, being approximately a day's walk away. The locals here apparently use a sort of 'super fuel' called Dust, with a capital D. It can power electronics and vehicles, as well as be used as ammunition for weapons here. There is an entire subspecies called Faunus, which are pretty much humans with an animalistic trait. The Sub-continent Menagerie is inhabited solely by them."

"Non-humans?"

"Calm down and don't let that trigger finger itch. According to my 'research,' there was a Faunus Rights Revolution, in which the Faunus retaliated against Humanity for attempting to centralize their population in Menagerie. They eventually won the war and were allowed to live within the four Kingdoms. This however, did not stop the discrimination against them."

"This is important, how?"

"There is a particular organization called the White Fang comprised of Faunus-only members. It was formed as a sign of peace between Faunus and Humans after the Revolution, but with the continued discrimination, they essentially became the voice of the Faunus. They used peaceful forms of protesting, such as political rallies and boycotts, but those proved to be ineffective, barely helping their situation. Eventually, when the old leadership stepped down, they took on a more militaristic and radical view on gaining equality. They are now the world's leading terrorist organization."

"Hmm," Six hummed. "Not unlike the insurrection."

"An apt analogy, Noble Six," agreed Dot. "But there is another piece of intelligence that you will want to hear."

"What is it?"

"Human and Faunus-kind are both under threat from a common enemy aiming for their annihilation."

"I thought you said there was no Covenant."

"I did. They are referred to as, and I quote, "Creatures of darkness that lack a soul, seeking to destroy humanity." They are feral and animalistic in nature, usually coming in the forms of bipedal wolves, bears, giant birds and even giant scorpions. They, as a whole, are drawn to negative emotions. Don't ask how it works. It just is. I suspect that the things approaching us are the Grimm. You'll know when you see them. Their color scheme is quite repetitive. "

Good, something familiar. He knew what to do to things that wanted to exterminate humanity. A question formed in his head.

"What did you mean by soul?" he asked.

"Ah, yes. Apparently, the people here have managed to utilize their life force to protect them from physical harm. Sort of like watered-down, natural energy shields. These shields that form around the body of the host is called Aura. To utilize it, it must be unlocked by another person, or be unlocked automatically during a time of great distress. There are various schools that teach would-be do-gooders how to utilize this in various forms of combat. The use of Aura is mainly defensive; however, there is an aspect of Aura that is offensive, as well. This is called one's Semblance. It's described as the 'physical manifestation of one's soul,' and is unique to every individual. There are, however, some rare cases in which a Semblance is hereditary, passed down throughout a family's bloodline."

"Can I use it?"

"Unknown. Maybe, maybe not. I believe that exposure that this Humanity's exposure to Dust has something to do with their ability to use an Aura and by extension, a Semblance."

"Okay. Do some more snooping around. Before I go and kill those 'Grimm', what about those upgrades Lesson said he'd install?"

"Yes, well, for one, your armor is made up of that strange Forerunner Alloy, the same type of metal we saw during Halsey's excavation. It's nearly indestructible, too. The glowing light coming from the barrel of your M6G? It means that it's using kinetic rounds; Hard Light, in other terms. Kills with those rounds often disintegrate your target. The Active Camouflage module you have is a permanent fix, so you can use it without stopping. It doesn't screw around with the motion trackers anymore, either. You also have a second armor ability slot in your armor, above the Camo slot, just in case. There are also two weapons that are connected to your Neural Interface; one being what Lesson called a Z-250 Directed Energy Engagement Weapon. Wordy, I know. Just call it a Lightrifle. There are extra plates on your right arm to form the Rifle. Just think of a gun forming in your hands, and you should be good."

Six took Dot's advice and thought of a gun forming in his hands. To his astonishment, the plates on his right arm gauntlet started shifting to form the shape of a gun. When it finished, he tested its weight. Light. Good. There was a floating scope that, when he thought of aiming, reassembled over his Visor. The scope was 3X9, making it good for mid to long range engagements.

"Six, there are two firing modes. When you hip fire the rifle, it fires a three round burst of Hard Light. Scoped in, it fires single, more powerful rounds. The other weapon is what the good Monitor called a Promethean Blade. Use the same Method to equip it on either arm." Dot paused. "Eyes up, SPARTAN, hostiles approaching."

For the first time in Remnant, Noble Six smiled. It was time to test his new toys.

It wasn't long before the first Grimm showed up through the brush. It resembled a bipedal wolf and had pitch black fur along with what seemed like white, bone-like protrusions coming out of its arms and legs. It had a mask made up of the same material, allowing only the demonic, red eyes to be visible.

Six drew his Magnum and popped off a single round at its head. There seemed to be no resistance from the mask/bone over its face. The Grimm crumpled down, dispersing in a mixture of black smoke and light particles.

Awesome


Ozpin sat at his desk in his office at the top of Beacon Tower, watching the incoming camera feed from Forever Fall Forest. About half an hour ago, the sensors he had his colleagues place in the forest started to relay unknown energy signatures being discharged at quite a rapid pace. In response, he had brought up the camera feed on his monitor, and saw something that intrigued him. There were Beowolves-a whole pack of them-which was quite common. What piqued his interest, however, was what was killing them. It looked resembled an Atlesian Knight, but the armor was foreign and its movements too fluid to be one. That and the weapon it was carrying. Some sort of rifle that fired orange/red beams, disintegrating the Grimm with single, precise shots.

He frowned. This was unprecedented. Not only was there a complete unknown in close proximity to the school, said unknown was using technology not even Atlas possessed. It was too much of a risk to leave it be. He reached for his Scroll.

"Glynda, please come to my office. I have a task for you." he paused. "And bring team RWBY along with you."

"Yes, sir," she responded. "Might I ask why?"

"I will explain once you've all arrived. Don't worry."


In RWBY's dorm room, the team was going about their nightly ritual. Ruby was eating a couple cookies from her secret stash, listening to music with her headphones and reading an issue of X-ray and Vav. Weiss was finishing up an essay proff-Doctor Oobleck had assigned the other day, Blake was reading a novel, and Yang was in the bathroom, finishing up her shower and taking care of her hair.

"Ruby!" Weiss yelled. "Have you even started your essay yet? Where did you get those cookies? And why are you reading the horrid comic?!"

"Come on, Weiss," Ruby whined. "The essay isn't due for another week! Lemme have my fun!"

Weiss gritted her teeth. "You're the team leader! You're supposed to be an example for us!"

Yang came from the shower, drying her hair and wearing the same clothes as she wore during the night before initiation. "Aw, come on, Weiss-cream," she teased. "Let the shorty have her fun. Just because you don't know how to do it doesn't mean you have to ruin Ruby's time!"

"Why-Of course I know how to have fun!" she huffed.

"Yeah, sure. Keep telling yourself that, princess."

As the two started to bicker, Blake ignored it and went back to reading, while Ruby returned to her comics.

A sharp knock at their door ended the wrestling match between Weiss and Yang. Ruby sighed and got up from bed to answer the door, and to her surprise, it was Professor Goodwitch at the door.

Weiss stood up so fast when she saw the Deputy Headmistress, that she left an afterimage. "Professor Goodwitch, Ma'am! Did…you need something?"

Blake looked up from her book and Yang from her position on the floor.

Goodwitch cleared her throat. "Yes, actually. The Headmaster has summoned us to his office. I'm to bring you with me."

"What for?" Ruby asked.

"I don't know exactly, but it sounded urgent. Hurry, get dressed, I will wait at the elevator."


When Ozpin heard the ding of the elevator, he was greeted with the site of Glynda and the entirety of team RWBY.

"Good, you've made it." He stated.

"Yep! Whaddya need us to do, Professor?" asked Ruby.

Ozpin smiled briefly at the girl's enthusiasm, before painting on a more serious look. "I have a special task for you. You and your team will be accompanied by professor Goodwitch for the duration of this." He gestured to his monitor. "Look."

As a collective, team RWBY's eyes widened at what they saw. Goodwitch was surprised as well, but her only outward reaction was a raised eyebrow. "What are we looking at, sir?"

"You are looking at something the scanners at Forever Fall managed to detect. As you can see, it-or he, is a complete unknown, using advanced technology currently unseen in Remnant. I require you five to investigate the unknown, and if possible, establish contact."

"Of course, sir." responded Glynda. The Huntress moved toward the elevator.

Ruby was drooling at the site of the strange, beautiful, sleek, sexy weapons that robot thing was carrying. She needed to touch it! To feel it. She snapped out of her daze and snapped a salute. "Will do, sir! Team RWBY Robot Catchers at the ready!"

Meanwhile, as the team followed the Riding-Crop wielding Huntress into the elevator, Weiss facepalmed, muttering something about insufferable weapon addicts.

"Be careful, students. We don't know what this thing is capable of. Be safe." He called after them, before sitting back down, taking a sip from his thermos as he watched the events unfold in the red forest.


"Watch it, Six!" Dot called out, just in time for the SPARTAN to dodge a swipe at his torso.

Six was annoyed. He truly was. There were supposed to be only a couple dozen. He's been fighting for the better part of the hour, never stopping once for a breather. This things just kept coming! He gave shit to Dot for feeding him false information, to which she replied with a simple, "Fuck you." He would admit, though, killing these creatures was pretty fun in the beginning, but now it was annoying! There were just so many of them, it was impossible for him to evade everything. Currently, his shields were at seventy-five percent. Apparently, one of Lesson's numerous upgrades included improving shield strength and recharge rate. Not that he was complaining. Shooting wolves in the face tends to get boring after an hour.

"Six, we've got an airborne vehicle inbound. Seems like you've attracted company with all the noise you're making."

Six grunted as he finished off the last Grimm with a sharp right hook. For now anyways. No way to tell how many of those things are still out there. He looked up to see what looked like a drop ship descending toward him. It touched down in the clearing, and opened its doors on the sides. Six cocked his head to the side raised an eyebrow-as well as his gun-in response to what he saw.


Ruby was nervous. She had seen the brutal efficiency that robot thing used to methodically dispatch the horde of Beowolves. No movement was wasted, all shots from its glowing gun hitting their marks, killing something or severely wounding another. So of course she was feeling a bit cautious when the doors of the Bullhead opened. Yang got into a ready stance, Ember Celica pumped and ready to fire at a moment's notice. Weiss drew Myrtenaster and switched the chamber to fire dust, ready to cast Glyphs at a moment's notice. Finally, Blake's eyes hardened as she drew Gambol Shroud, Bow twitching in anticipation.


Glynda steeled herself for what she was about to face, and was ready to defend against whatever the being would be. She ordered the Pilot to take off and circle the area after the five of them disembarked. She pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose, lifted her Riding Crop and waited for the doors to open.


When the doors opened, the five women were greeted by the site of a Lightrifle pointed at them, the laser sight resting above where Glynda's heart would be.

Glynda gulped nervously as she was caught in a stand-off with the thing. She was ready to use her Semblance on it, and it seemed like it was more than ready to shoot her. She decided to take a risk. She lowered her Riding Crop.

After tense couple of moments, it slowly lowered its own weapon.

Glynda decided to press her luck. She coughed into a fist, looking at her reflection in its golden visor.

"Greetings?"

I seemed to stare at her for a bit. Cocked its head again.

"Hello," it said back in a deep, distinctly Human voice. "How are you?"

Glynda's eyes just widened, alongside those of team RWBY.


A/N:

Annnnnd that's another chapter done! For that Promethean Blade I mentioned, Just think of the ones that the Knight-Commanders hand in Halo 4, more summonable. Another thing is Dot. I figured, that as she's pretty much self aware now, I might as well give her an attitude. Anyways, Good chapter? Or nah? Drop off a Review so I can see what you guys think!

P.S.

Do any of you guys play Halo 5? When I get back to the States, I'll need some people to Req noobs with!