What's up, everyone! This is GKC here bringing you the first chapter of Black Remnant. A lot of you liked this story if the follows and favorites were of any indication. Anyways, some of you brought up a lot of good points and even tried to petition for an OC. I regret to inform you that only my OC will be present. Others that are Colonial Marines will be featured in flashbacks.

Now while he will use all of the weapons from the game, he will only hold three at a time. I didn't want him to be overcome by all of his armaments.

Now for the disclaimer: I do not own, except my OC, Aliens or RWBY. All rights belong to their respective owners.

Now let's get this party started… BEGIN!

Aliens: Black Remnant

Chapter 1: Remnant meet Ultimate Badass

Damaged Cheyenne [Raider 6-5]

From outside the viewpoint of the dropship, Chris could make out a stream of colors. Strange, wasn't death supposed to involve a fiery explosion and unending pain? Because right now he feels pretty alive. Well, as alive one would be if they weren't staring at the black head crest of a Xenomorph Queen.

Said bitch was still hissing and snarling at the Marine. She definitely didn't like what the young man just did and silently cursed the human from within her mind.

"Well, bitch, looks like you and me ain't dead yet." Chris taunted the xeno with a smirk. "Wherever this freaky Star Wars thing is taking us, I hope it's somewhere I can crush your ass under this ship's weight."

The Queen, as always, screeched in retort at the Marine.

Eventually, the streams of colorful light disappeared to reveal the stars of space and a planet appeared in front of the disabled Cheyenne. It bore an almost exact resemblance to Earth however the land masses and continents seemed to cover most of the planet. Not only that but the moon was shattered.

"Holy shit…" Chris blanched, completely surprised by what was right in front of him then he felt the dropship shaking. "Fuck!" His hands gripped the controls, the hull shook furiously. "Well, knew this was gonna be a crash landing but I am seriously having second thoughts about getting near this planet."

The Cheyenne broke through the planet's atmosphere with relative ease, the Queen screeching all the way as the dropship passed over what looked to be a castle… a very big castle.

Smoke trailed behind the engines as Chris piloted the ship directly into a nearby forest. He couldn't risk injuring any indigenous species on the surface.

The alien queen released her grip on the dropship, falling into the sea of green below while the dropship crashed into the ground with Chris hitting the dashboard of the Cheyenne roughly, knocking him unconscious.

Beacon Academy

Headmaster Ozpin sat in his office drinking his usual mug of Vale-brewed coffee. The starry night and shattered moon filled the sky as the silver-haired man gazed out at the Emerald Forest. The first-years would be taking their initiation in the morning, including Ruby Rose, a young girl who skipped two years but had so much potential.

His old friend and coworker, Glynda Goodwitch was finishing up paperwork for the new year in Beacon Academy for the hunters and huntresses-in-training. However, that was not the only thing she was finishing up…

"Professor Ozpin, you might want to look at this." The blonde-haired woman brought up a handheld which revealed a video of a smoking crater in the forest.

"So something really did fall from the sky." The Headmaster grinned slightly with intrigue. "How interesting."

"Shall I investigate?" Glynda asked, ready to assist.

Ozpin dismissed it. "No, I have a feeling that whatever crashed in the forest will provide us something… unexpected."

Sighing, the witch pushed her glasses up to the bridge of her nose. She always expected this sort of cryptic messaging from her boss. "Very well."

Emerald Forest

After her rough landing, the Queen stood on her haunches albeit shakily. The host that had driven the flying machine nearly killed them both. Her strong sense of smell detected the scent of smoke. It would seem the machine the host was in had crashed not too far from her position.

Growling and filled with the need for revenge, the Queen advanced towards the wrecked contraption. Her chances at vengeance against the hosts that hurt her children and forced her to bear them her eggs had been ruined by the intervention of the two hosts garbed in green but she remembered their faces. One with its name printed on its chest, her sense of sight could never forget the one who forced her from the ship. 'Winter' was the host's name. The other host, young as it may be, had a certain ferocity to it like some form of monster in white flesh with eyes that burned red like fire and blood. Regardless, she would have her revenge on the host even if it was the only thing that could saite her anger.

Once the Queen arrived at the crash site of the flying machine, she stomped over to the glass shield that protected the host. Her senses tried to detect movement but felt nothing so either the host had escaped from the vessel or it had died from the impact. Despite this, she decided to check inside.

She could see it lying against the strange machines with nary a twitch of its finger. It was hard to determine if the host was breathing or not due to its strange metal vest but she could detect and smell the flow of blood that pooled near its head.

Her chance at vengeance denied once more, the Queen roared angrily into the open air and left the ruined flying machine. She needed somewhere to hide until she could build a new Hive. Left with little choice, the large alien stalked her way into the forest with her exoskeleton masking her with the ever present darkness.

After trekking for a good few kilometers, she detected a cave perfect for her to rest. The Queen had felt the sudden movements of dozens of different hosts far from her but she was too exhausted to care about them at the moment. Trudging inside, she reached the far end and curled up for warmth. A soft whimper escaping her throat at the thought of her many children far away from her. She could not sense their presence or their minds. It was frightening and disheartening for the Queen as she realized that her old Hive may in fact be crying out in despair for their missing mother.

It was all that host's fault… It took her away from her children and even tried to kill her. A shame it was dead, she would've made the host suffer before granting it a painful end.

With sorrow in her heart, the Queen slumbered in her new 'home'.

Raider 6-5 [Disabled]

Crimson eyes weakly opened as Chris sat up in the pilot's seat, a trickle of flood flowing from his forehead. Groaning, the Marine placed his gloved hand on the wound.

"Damn…" He growled. The moment he stood up to his feet, a sense of vertigo almost had the Marine double over.

Bleeding from the head means he either has a scratch or a concussion and this was not the sort of situation he needed such an injury at the moment. Reaching into one of the pouches on his belt, he removed a small medical kit for quick healing. Chris took off his helmet and slapped a medical patch onto the cut on his forehead. His black hair already sticky with his blood.

The Marine checked outside the viewport of the dropship but it was face down in the dirt. With no choice but to leave, Chris entered the back of the transport and found several crates filled with weapons issued to the Colonial Marines and the Weyland-Yutani PMCs. The Sergeant couldn't take all of them with him so he settled for his custom Pulse Rifle, an M4A3 Service Pistol, and Hicks's Shotgun. He also took with him several different grenades. M40 HEDP Grenades, U4 Firebombs, and G2 Electroshock Grenades or as some Marines liked to call it the 'Sonic Electronic Ball Breaker'.

The Service Pistol he carried on his person was custom as well just like his Pulse Rifle. It consisted of a Laser Targeting System and A27 High Velocity Rounds. It fired M901 ammunition instead of the 9mm Ball since the M901 had more penetrating power. It also had a custom paint job consisting of a gold pattern alongside custom engravings that Chris named 'Money Maker'.

Locked and loaded, the Marine reattached his helmet and opened the door, revealing thin blades of green grass below. The air smelt just like home. A feeling of dread welling up in his chest as Chris thought back to his homeworld. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, the young man dropped from the ship and scanned his surroundings. He seemed to be in some kind of forest.

"Great, out of the frying pan and into the fucking fire." Chris grimaced. He needed to find civilization. Maybe if he could get a transport vehicle, he could come back to the Cheyenne's wreckage and salvage anything of worth.

With this in mind, Chris set off into the forest. Keeping his gun trained on every shadow around him while checking his motion tracker. He didn't survive the events before he tried to kill the queen by lowering his guard.

Ping

Movement… Great…

"Just another day in the Corp." The Marine cocked his Pulse Rifle and advanced deeper into the forest.

Cave

The Queen awoke from her slumber after sensing several new hosts entering the forest. She believed that since there were more hosts, she could expand her Hive.

Focused on her new goal, the Queen set about to create her new Hive. In order to do that however, she needed a few children to help construct it. Lucky for her, the forest had hundreds of potential hosts, much more than the amount her old Hive once used. The large alien set about to lay her eggs in the cave.

Normally, the Queen would construct an egg sac to make it easier for delivery. However, she had not the time nor the patience to create a new one, and she was practically by her lonesome. She would not survive in the forest if any hosts found her and attacked her in numbers. The Xenomorph proceeded to lay eggs as any normal animal would despite the pain. For almost half an hour, she had completed her task and managed to lay about five eggs.

Her strength to move had left the Queen feeling 'weak in the knees', so to speak. She once more curled up to rest. In a matter of hours, her children will be born from the new hosts of this world. She could hardly wait for it.

Until then, darkness encroached upon her for slumber…

With Chris

After passing another grove, the Colonial Marine checked the sky, noting how the sun was shining brightly almost like the one back on Earth. It was quite nostalgic but if Chris wanted to get home, he needed to continue onward, find some way to transport the dropship wreckage out of the forest then repair it with proper tools.

Ping… Ping…

Movement, coming right for him in front. Ten meters and closing.

The Marine readied his Pulse Rifle as the unknown drew closer then emerged from the bushes. It looked to be a large black bear with a strange bone-like mask on its face with glowing red eyes and markings. Oh, and there was also the fact that it was trying to kill him.

"The hell are you supposed to be? Yogi Bear's cousin?" Chris joked only to roll out of the way from a swiping paw aimed at his head. "Well, no need to throw a fit."

The bear growled, swiping its paws once more at the Marine. Due to its size and bulk, it gave the human an easier time to dodge the slow strikes. Bringing up his Pulse Rifle, Chris fired the 10x24mm Caseless explosive-tipped rounds into the creature's black flesh. The effects reduced the entire chest cavity into a fine yet bloody hole.

The bear fell to the ground with a weak groan, bleeding out from its wound.

"Sorry, pal, don't have time to put you out of your misery." Chris muttered, checking his ammo counter. It read that he had 47 rounds left in his current magazine. If there were more of these hostile animals then he'd have no trouble surviving so long as he doesn't get cocky. Checking the dying bear, he could see the pure unadulterated hatred in those blazing red eyes. Whatever it was, it definitely did not like him.

Dismissing the beast, the Marine continued on his current task to find civilization.

Beacon Cliffs

Glynda had questioned many things about the headmaster but launching first-years into the forest via catapult was downright insanity. The hint of amusement she found on Ozpin's face proved he had a strange sense of humor.

Even the fact that he allowed a fifteen year old girl with naive dreams of being a hero, he had never led her astray so far. So Glynda would follow her leader's orders to the letter even if it meant that his methods would be questionable.

Looking through the datapad in her hands, the professor scanned the images from the hidden cameras placed in the forest. Each view revealing the many first-years fighting their way to the temple where Ozpin had placed the yearly relics. However, while cycling through the camera views, she noticed an unknown strolling in the forest, armed to the teeth.

From what she could see, it was a young man wearing strange green camouflage armor with olive-drab clothes underneath. He almost looked like a soldier on patrol. In his hands was a gun she had never seen before, for one, it looked to be a bit too blocky but it seemed to be effective as well. The red-black colors contrasting with the green armor.

"Professor Ozpin, you may want to look at this." She handed the handheld over to the headmaster, who looked at the images of the young man wandering in the woods. An expression of intrigue appearing on his face.

"Interesting…" Ozpin sipped his coffee once more. Seems this initiation would prove to be interesting after all.

Emerald Forest

Many would think that someone lost on an unknown planet with hostile alien elements while armed with enough firepower to take on an Army platoon had to be insane. Well, they'd sort of be correct…

"Fucking demon pig." Chris growled, ripping his knife from out of the skull from his latest kill. A black boar with the same type of mask as the bear.

The young Marine had been walking through the forest for almost half an hour and while it was uneventful, except for the killer masked bear, he was seriously starting to get hungry. He hadn't eaten since before the Sephora had been destroyed.

God, he could use a drink right about now…

Something else caught his attention. His ears still rung from the vibrations of his Pulse Rifle but he knew those sounds.

Gunfire… and it was close…

Quickly cleaning his knife, Chris took off in the direction of the shots fired. Whoever was out here could probably help him with his situation but if they were dangerous… Well, he wasn't a trained Marine for nothing.

He could heat the shots growing louder with every step. Whoever was out in this godforsaken forest was putting up a fight.

Once he made it to a clearing, Chris could make out a complete utter shitshow…

Eight teenagers, two boys and six girls (all of them being rather cute and beautiful), were fighting what he could make out to be a giant black bird and a giant scorpion with the same bone white masks along with red markings and eyes. All eight of the teens were dressed in colorful clothes of red, white, yellow, pink, green, brown, gold, and black. They even had strange weapons straight from a fantasy novel. Their eyes were all different colored as well. Some notable as being silver, magenta, lilac, yellow, and varying shades of blue.

"What the fuck?" The Marine exclaimed loudly, drawing attention to himself from the two giant creatures and the eight teens.

The scorpion screeched and lashed out with one of its pincers at the Marine, who quickly rolled out of the way to avoid being skewered then retaliated by pumping the underslung grenade launcher and watched as the explosive blew off part of its face. The arachnid roared in pain as bits of bone and blood erupted from the side of its face.

"You wanna try again fuck face?" Chris taunted the beast, bringing his Pulse Rifle up to aim at the scorpion's head.

"Wait, that thing is too tough!" One of the teens, a smaller girl with dark hair tinted red called out. She seemed to be the youngest and held a… large scythe.

"Not tough enough it seems." The Marine deadpanned while priming a firebomb then tossed it beneath the scorpion's body, igniting a small pond of flames that sent it scurrying back in fright.

The giant bird screeched loudly, circling around them waiting for a quick meal. The Marine quickly marched over to the teenagers.

"Okay, kids, I have no idea why you are here, what's happening, or even have the time to explain who I am. Just start running now." Chris ordered them.

The teens, albeit suspiciously, nodded in understanding and took off running. The Marine followed after them but out of the corner of his eye he could make out chess pieces on a pedestal.

Ignoring it, the young man followed the eight away from the monsters only to find that they were running towards what could be a large temple.

"Why the hell are we running that way!?" Chris exclaimed angrily. Were these kids trying to get themselves killed?

The Marine didn't really have time to get an answer especially when the giant scorpion emerged from the forest, obviously still pissed off about a chunk of its face being blown off.

Not the best time for the Sergeant…

"Oh, man, run!" The blonde boy shouted as the eight teens plus the Marine ran toward the castle.

The green-garbed Asian told his pink girlfriend something. The next thing that Chris caught was the redhead vaulting over feathers, yes feathers, then brought out some kind of grenade launcher and fired them at the giant bird that exploded with pink smoke.

"The hell kinda fantasy world did I land in!?" The red-eyed Sergeant yelled before taking cover behind a pillar just as the scorpion passed him and charged after the eight teens.

After Pink had finished providing cover fire, the scorpion was about to scoop her up in its pincers until Black and Green slashed it across the face.

The others fled across a bridge while the hot Amazon fired an old 20th century rifle to provide cover fire for the other teens.

What happened next looked like something straight from a video game or one of those Japanese cartoons. Anime! Yeah, that's what they were called! Four of the girls fought against the giant killer bird while the remaining two girls and the two boys fought the scorpion with the blasted face.

Now that Chris got a good look at them, he could make out the weapons they wielded. A sniper-scythe, a rapier, a katana-pistol and cleaver-sheath combo, shotgun gauntlets, a sword and shield, a transforming xiphos and shield, a warhammer-grenade launcher, and twin modded pistols with blade handguards.

Overall, it's like he died and went to nerd heaven. But first and foremost, before he's an engineer, he's a marine.

While the kids were busy fighting the humongous killer animals, the sergeant's motion tracker began to act up. It was coming up fast behind him.

Six meters…

Five…

Four…

Three…

He turned on his heel, lowering to a crouch to aim his Pulse Rifle into the woodlands. A large black mass slammed into him, sending the Colonial Marine sprawling into the open field. His scarlet gaze laid upon his enemy, a large black gorilla with bone-like plates covering its body at certain places like armor. A red pattern or symbol resembling an eye was present on its back. It also appeared to have some of its skin 'burnt' with an internal red glow visible within where it was thinnest. Like the other black creatures, it had a bone-like mask on its face with blood red eyes that glared into Chris's soul.

"Well shit, I didn't know Donkey Kong was in this as well." The sergeant quipped as the monster roared furiously then slammed its hands down to crush the young man, who narrowly avoided the impact crater that could have been his guts. "Geez, none of you guys has any sense of humor."

The gorilla started to beat its chest, issuing a challenge to the marine.

A dark smirk appeared on Alder's face. "You wanna go, Tarzan? Alright, let's go!" He swapped his custom Pulse Rifle for Hick's Shotgun, pumping a round in the chamber then fired at the beast. The buckshot hitting the bone plates on its chest, cracking the armor a bit. The action only served to anger the gorilla as it roared ferociously at Chris.

"Hmm, seems I've got to get close." The marine muttered, pumping his shotgun again as the spent casing dropped to the earth. He took off in a sprint at the hulking creature as it raised its fists in an effort to crush the young man into a bloody pulp. Before the blow could smash his head in, Chris stepped to the side just as the earth-shattering strike cracked the ground. "Gotcha!" The sergeant leaped onto the gorilla's back, holding on tightly as it tried to shake him off. Taking aim at the back of its head, Chris pulled the trigger. A loud bang rang in his ears as a spray of blood and grey matter splashed in his face.

With a grimace, the young marine whipped the grizzle off his face but it slightly smeared some of the blood on his pale skin.

Jumping off from the headless corpse of the gorilla. It wasn't really that tough. Strange how such violent animals could be easily killed with a simple shotgun shell. Reloading his weapons, the marine glanced back to see that the teens had beaten the monsters from before.

"Weird kids…" He muttered just as he checked his motion tracker on his Pulse Rifle. Doesn't seem like there was any problem at the moment.

Ping

Movement? But where?

It came too late. Before Chris knew it, a razor-sharp claw slashed at his torso, cutting into his chest piece and the pale flesh beneath. A spray of crimson blood splashed onto the green earth.

Scarlet red eyes widen in shock. Excruciating pain flared in his body as he collapsed on his back. He needed to stay alive before he went into shock. His gaze landed on the one responsible for his injury. It was a black werewolf with the same bone mask and red eyes. It snarled at him, ready to devour its prey.

Not like this… Not like this!

Just before he blacked out, a brief sound of flesh being sliced entered his ears.

After that came darkness…

Xenomorph Cave

The Queen awoke to several new minds touching her own. She could feel her new children surround her large form. The Xenomorph Queen glanced down at the five new warriors only there seemed to be something different about them. For one, their head crests bone had white masks with scarlet red markings running along their heads. She could feel a certain darkness within their minds but at the same time the Queen felt the childish need for their mother.

She crooned, greeting her new children affectionately as they swarmed her. The five aliens hiss softly at their mother, awaiting her commands.

The Queen sent three of her children to bring in more hosts to build the hive. The remaining two remained behind to defend their queen.

The queen herself began to create a new egg sac. Noticing this, the two xenomorphs worked to build a new structure to hold their mother and queen. Within hours, their new hive was built and future children would soon be born by the newly acquired hosts.

Beacon Academy - Medical Office

A soft groan escaped Sergeant Alder's lips as he slowly started to wake up. His sides ached and his chest hurt like hell. It was like he fought off several bears blindfolded then got hit straight on by a collection of razor blades.

Opening his eyes, the crimson orbs scanned his current surroundings. An all-white room with medical equipment stationed on counters, cupboards, and carts. Looking down, the marine found that his armor as well as his shirt and boots were removed. An IV had been attached to his right arm which was hooked to a heart monitor. The worse thing he saw were the numerous medical wrappings around his torso. His weapons and equipment were also missing as well.

After checking his current condition, a logical question voiced itself. "Where the hell am I?" He wondered aloud.

Then, a voice Chris had never heard before spoke, "I believe I can answer that." Quickly turning towards the source, the marine was met with a middle-aged man with gray hair, almond eyes, and light skin. He wore a black dress jacket and pants with a green scarf around his neck along with black business shoes. Resting on the bridge of his nose were a pair of black-rimmed glasses. In one hand, he carried a walking cane while in the other he held a mug filled with what Chris could think of was coffee.

The sergeant narrowed his scarlet eyes at the newcomer. "Who the fuck are you?"

"I'm Professor Ozpin, the headmaster of Beacon Academy." The man introduced himself. "And who would you be, young man?"

His instincts told him that the man in front of him wasn't threatening but that didn't mean he trusted him. From what he could gather, this 'Ozpin' was looking for information but the marine was only gonna give him a select few words. "Chris Alder, Sergeant First Class of the United States Colonial Marines in the 118th Battalion. Serial Number: A01/TQ6.0.89241E7." He replied.

"Hmm, so that's what that acronym stands for. I apologize but I've never heard of this 'United States Colonial Marines' before." Ozpin stated.

"Huh, wouldn't think so since this must be a colony world but even they know about Earth's Colonial Marines." Chris remarked.

"Earth?" The grey-haired man raised a brow at the young man. "What is that?"

The marine looked at Ozpin as if he grew a second head. "The fuck you mean? Every human in the galaxy knows about the planet Earth! It's where we were all born."

"I'm sorry but this is Remnant, not Earth." The professor stated.

"Bullshit! Next thing you're gonna tell me is that you don't have the means to travel in space." Chris glared at the older man hard.

Seeing the silent answer from Ozpin, the sergeant's worst fear came to be realized. He was stuck on some backwater planet almost a century behind Earth. "You've gotta be fucking kidding me. Of all the places to crash land, I end up on some shit planet with ass-end technology."

"Begging your pardon, Sergeant, but this is my home." Ozpin spoke calmly.

"Sorry, I'm a bit angry right now." Suddenly, Chris realized something. "Shit, the dropship! I've gotta get my equipment out of there!"

"I take it this vessel is the one that brought you to Remnant?" The professor asked.

"Yeah, not only that but I couldn't find the body of the bitch I was trying to kill." The sergeant answered.

Ozpin looked at Chris with a raised brow. "Who are you talking about?"

Seeing no other choice, the marine explained the events of what happened with his unit at LV-426. The Sulaco, the Sephora's destruction, the war with Wey-Yu, the xenomorphs, and Chris's self-sacrifice to kill the queen.

Ozpin took all this information in, a grim expression plastered on his face. "From your description, these 'xenomorphs' sound quite the fearsome enemy."

"Believe me, I have the scars to prove it." Chris growled lowly, remembering the times a xeno almost killed him and his teammates.

"Well, I'm sure the Grimm will deal with them." The professor stated.

"Grimm? Is that what you call those black animals?" The sergeant questioned. "Because if that's your best defense, your expectations are severely low."

"Are they really that dangerous?" Ozpin asked, sipping his mug.

"These aliens are parasites. You think these 'Grimm' can beat them? No, this world's a whole collection of hosts for the Queen and her hive." Chris replied bitterly.

Ozpin thought this over. It was definitely a dangerous situation and it seems the only expert on dealing with such creatures is the young man in front of him. "Well then, would you care to learn about the world of Remnant?"

Nodding, Chris was given a crash course explanation about the planet, the four kingdoms, combat schools, the Faunus, the White Fang, Dust, Aura, Hunters and Huntresses, and even more info on the Grimm.

Everything that he heard sounded like problems from the 21st Century on Earth except without the demonic monsters trying to kill everyone. But one question still remained, "Why are you telling me all this?" The sergeant asked.

"Well, my students are being trained to fight Grimm but since you are an expert in combatting these 'Xenomorphs', I want to ask if you would like to be an instructor here at my school."

"What are the perks?" The marine folded his arms.

"You'll receive free room and board along with three meals a day. You'll also have the occasional paycheck as well to use in whatever free time you have." The professor replied. "In return, you will teach my students the training in which you were given from your home planet and how to combat your alien foes."

"Hmm, sounds like another day in the Corp. Alright, I'll take the job but on a few conditions." Chris brought up his index finger to count off. "One: You will not question how I teach your students. What I've learned is not for those who're too soft to get their hands dirty," He brought up his middle finger. "Two: I need a retrieval team to assist me in recovering my crashed ship and all its equipment inside. Under no circumstances is anything to be taken. If I find even a single bullet gone, I will personally hunt whoever has it down and tear their heads off." He brought up his ring finger. "Third and final: I need a drink."

While the last condition was quite strange, Ozpin accepted the terms regardless. Although, he'd have to remind students not to take anything from the new teacher. "Very well, I understand. Welcome to Beacon Academy, Mr. Alder."

"Please, refer to me as either Sergeant or Chris. Mr. Alder makes me feel old." Chris joked. "Anyways, I want my gear back."

"Your armor and weapons will be brought to you later. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have teams to form." Ozpin turned to leave before he stopped. "Oh yes, eight of my students brought you here after you were wounded by a Beowolf. They were quite worried about you."

"Well, tell them that I'm fine." Chris replied.

"I believe you can tell them yourself. After all, they've been waiting and listening outside since I've come in." The professor grinned rather slyly.

"Wait, what?" The black-haired young man blinked in surprise just as Ozpin opened the door, letting a group of teens drop to the floor in a comical heap.

"I'll leave you kids be for now." Ozpin grinned, exiting the medical bay.

Once the eight teenagers stood up straight, Chris could make out the boys and girls quite easily. "So who are all of you?" He questioned aloud.

The youngest out of the group, the girl with the red cloak decided to answer the marine's question enthusiastically. "My name's Ruby, Ruby Rose." She hugs the buxom blonde next to her. "And this is my big sister, Yang."

"Uh…" The sergeant looked between the two color-corrected girls with a raised brow.

"We're half sisters." Yang stated. "The name's Yang Xiao Long by the way."

"Oh," Chris nodded in understanding.

"I'm Weiss Schnee, heiress to the Schnee Dust Company." The white-haired girl in the dress introduced herself.

"No fucking idea what you're talking about, kid." The marine deadpanned much to Weiss's annoyance.

"Blake Belladonna." The black haired girl with the bow spoke bluntly. Not the conversationalist… Good, they'll get along swell.

"Charmed." Sergeant Alder nodded at the girl.

"The name's Jaune Arc. Short, sweet, rolls of the tongue and the ladies love it." The blonde boy with the white chest piece grinned proudly much to the amusement of the two redheads next to him.

"Right, and I'm President-fucking-Trump." Chris rolled his eyes with a sarcastic snark in his tone.

"Who?" Ruby asked with an innocent tilt of her head.

"Nobody important." The crimson-eyed man replied. His gaze landed on the ever-smiling redheaded Amazon.

"Oh, I'm Pyrrha, Pyrrha Nikos." She introduced herself with a friendly grin. "It's nice to meet you."

"Right back at you, ma'am." Chris nodded then backed up when the other redhead appeared in front of him like lightning. "The fuck!?"

"Hi!I'mNora, ?Ilikepancakes!Areyouavampire?Areyousingle?Areyouanalien?" The hyperactive girl fired off question after question, it was starting to give the sergeant a migraine.

"Nora!" The green-garbed boy exclaimed, drawing the girl's attention. "I think you're speaking a little too fast for him."

"Sorry," The hyperactive redhead apologized with a bright smile on her face. "The name's Nora Valkyrie. If you try and steal my pancakes, I'll break your legs."

The way she said it was as if she had done it hundreds of times. It was scary just to think about it.

"Lie Ren." The black-haired boy with magenta eyes nodded in the marine's direction, who returned the gesture.

"Well, since you've all introduced yourselves to me, I suppose I should return it." Chris sat up enough to get comfortable, allowing the girls to get a better look at his face and bandaged chest. "Sergeant First Class Chris Alder of the United States Colonial Marines at your service."

"Colonial Marines?" Jaune repeated, wondering what the term meant.

"Basically, I'm a badass soldier that kills and serves his country for a living." The marine replied.

"Oh, like a Hunter!" Ruby exclaimed excitedly.

"I guess you could think of it that way…" The young man muttered.

"So handsome, what were you doing out there in the forest?" Yang half flirted/half asked with a saucy grin.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." Chris shrugged. "But apparently, I'm going to be a teacher in Beacon Academy."

"Aren't you a little young to be a teacher?" Weiss questioned.

"I'm nineteen." The sergeant deadpanned.

This surprised the eight teenagers. This young man was two (four in Ruby's case) years their senior. Meaning he had more experience in combat than all of them combined.

Yang whistled appreciatively. "Well, mama likes her new instructor very much." Her lilac eyes lingered a bit too long on the marine's chiseled bare torso.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." Chris joked with a small grin.

"Maybe I will," Yang smirked slyly.

"I don't see you doing it." He smirked in return.

"Yang, stop it already!" Ruby whined, pulling her older sister's arm. "You're embarrassing me in front of our new cool teacher!"

"Sorry, little sis." The buxom blonde rubbed the back of her head. "Couldn't help myself."

Chris laughed at the sisterly affection between the two only to groan in pain due to his bruised ribs. "Ouch!" He hissed.

"We should leave the sergeant to rest now." Blake suggested.

"I agree." Ren added his own opinion as well.

Ruby pouted, wanting to chat more with her new friend but reluctantly agreed as well. She cast her silver gaze at Chris one last time. "Get better soon." She smiled at him cheerfully.

"I'll try not to die yet." He jested, laying back on the medical bed.

One by one, the eight teens left the med bay. Once they were gone, the marine was left all by himself. He stared up at the ceiling with a blank expression. "From one world to another…" He sighed. "Just another day in the goddamn Corp."

With nothing left to keep him occupied, Chris drifted into a dreamless slumber.

A/N: That's it for the chapter and I hope you all look forward to the next one. Apologizes if you thought I had abandoned this fic because I haven't. I was dealing with life problems which are slowly becoming more and more difficult day after every damn day.

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Peace out, everyone!