Ghosts of Remnant REVAMPED!

by Chad Emperor of Mankind

Basically Greg was never in Ghosts. Instead he was in the Battlefield universe and arrived a year earlier than RADR. GRVL are second years now helping out the new students while performing daring missions. So when eight Ghosts arrive during the initiation, a new adventure arrives with reunited families and such. Made by Marinerecon and TheAssassin'sMentor, this will be awesome.

2. Chapter 2

Chapter Two: Meet the Ghosts

South America

July 21, 2027

"Listen up, Ghosts! Today we will be assaulting the last Federation stronghold. The Feds have built a massive fortress on the ruins of Machu Picchu high in the mountains. Since they have heavy Anti-Air capabilities and the fact there is no clear way to get tanks up there, its up to us to go in and open the front door for the Air Force. Now there have been reports of underground catacombs and Federation tunnel systems that connect with each other leading to a secret escape route for the Feds. We'll go through that route and once inside the base we blow the route to prevent any of their officers from escaping. So any questions? No. Good. Let's move out, Ghosts." Captain Deuce Anderson ordered, pulling his mask over his face as the eight Ghosts moved through the jungles.

A soft clink sounded out as one of the men lifted his dogtags to his face to look at them. He clenched them tightly in his hand. After so long. After so much bloodshed, this was happening. The Federation was on the run and they were finally going to stomp them out once and for all.

A light nudge was given to him snapping him out of his trance. He looked over with his dough brown eyes to be met with pale blue eyes. "You okay there, bro?" He asked.

"Yeah, I'm just fine, Alex," He replied while ruffling his blond hair as a small smile forged onto his face.

Alex just grumbled at him as he lightly nudged his older brother's left arm. "How's the arm, Raiden?"

"Better than most days," Raiden replied. He wiped the sweat off his face and pulled down his mask.

Captain Anderson looked at the lightly guarded secret entrance through his binoculars. There were a couple of Federation soldiers as well as two assault exo users down below. The Ghost Captain wore a woodland camouflage uniform and his mask pull over his head. His Exo-suit whined silently as he got back up onto his feet.

"Fourteen Federation soldiers down below. Two assault class exo suit users as well. Charlie, Raiden. You're up. Take them down." The assault users nodded before getting up to attack the guards below.

Raiden readied his custom M4A1 assault rifle in hand with a hybrid sight, grip and a detachable silencer which he will be using for the current situation. "Silent. Let's do this right," Raiden said to his elder Ghost.

"You lead the way, Raiden," Charlie told him as their Exo suits wired a bit before settling down.

Raiden nodded before pulling the bolt of his rifle. The two made their way towards the guarded entrance with the soldiers laughing and talking to each other. Seeing one that was diverging from the group, he slung his M4 back and pulled out a knife. He let out a low whistle. That was enough to catch his attention. The Federation soldier Exo user readied his gun to investigate. But he didn't expect a hook to be latched into his chest. He was pulled towards a bunch of bushes and was engulfed in them. That's when he saw something shiny before it impaled him into his neck. "One Exo user down," Raiden whispered as he set the corpse down gently.

Meanwhile the rest of the Ghost slowly crawled up through the bushes silently approaching the guards from the jungle. Charlie, with a black beanie on his head, threw a tomahawk right into the skull of the other exo user. The man went down right as the Ghosts popped up and killed the rest of the guards with suppressed weapons.

"Good job, Ghosts. Now lets hide the bodies and set up some explosives on the entrance. We can't let anyone get us from behind." Deuce ordered, seeming somewhat distant right now. He wondered how his son were, each in a separate world to keep them safe. He felt guilty about Greg though. The boy was separated from his mother and was left on a different Earth as an orphan. He hasn't told anyone about his sons or his wife, keeping his actual origins a secret.

Derrick nodded as he went with Charlie to set up the charges to blow up the entrance of the tunnel. "Setting charges," He called out to them. His Exo suit was a custom built just for him with more armour plating on him since he was wearing a Specialist Exo suit. It also contained hidden surprises as well, courtesy of a cousin of his which works a part of Atlas Corporation.

"Let's get going before we're left behind, Charlie told him.

"I hear ya. Just another charge," Derrick told him as he placed one last C-4 charge on the wall. "And we are gold."

"Into the tunnels, Ghosts! Lets move!" The eight charge into the tunnel and moments later it exploded, collapsing the entrance. The fall of the Federation was about to be complete.

"Stay sharp, Ghosts. Expect anything lurking in these tunnels." Deuce orders as Nate aims his SCAR with a tactical light attachment down the tunnels. The Ghosts were moving cautiously down the passages towards their objective. The tunnel system reminded the Captain of the sewers he actually went through to find a Russian warhead in Iraq being armed by the Iraqis under Saddam Hussein in the first Gulf War.

Derrick muttered something French as he held his KSG-12 high above. "I don't like this place. It gives me the creeps."

Raiden nudged him as he followed their CO closely. "Cut it. We're taking the Federation down. We can complain all we want once we're done. But keep your head in the game. Rick, anything on your sonar?"

"Remind you of your Delta Force days, eh Captain?" Logan brings up as the group approaches a metal tunnel up ahead. Deuce nodded before holding up his fist, signaling the Ghosts to halt. He pointed to Rick and Derrick and motioned them to check the tunnels ahead for hostiles.

Rick looked at Derrick and the two nodded as they got their weapons ready as they walked on ahead. Rick had his M249 SAW at eye level as they moved forward. "It's not like anybody's home here. They're probably upstairs fighting against our boys."

Raiden just nodded at his CONas he slung his rifle and crouched down. He slowly made his way to the young Federation soldier who was oblivious to him. Slowly getting behind him, he tapped on the soldier's shoulder. He turned around only to get a hard punch to the face from the Ghost. It was a hard punch thanks to the Exo-Suit Raiden was wearing. He fell forward but Raiden managed to catch him. He propped him up against the wall and felt his pulse on his neck. He still had it. Taking out a roll of duct tape, he ripped a piece off and covered his mouth.

After sticking the knocked out trooper in one of the nearby janitorial closets, the Ghosts continued forward until the reached an open doorway under one of the bridges for the outdoor area which was most of the surface. There were buildings and SAMs all over the place, but the biggest concern was with all the infantry moving around.

"Okay. Looks like stealth is out of option. Cloaks are out of question due to the fact that these guys are members of the 28th Federation Infantry Division. Expert Exo-suit destroyers and regular Infantry units. Sun's out so night time is out of the factor. Looks like its time to go loud. Remove those silencers, ladies, and get ready for action." Deuce ordered, removing the silencer from his M27.

Rick grinned as he hefted his "sweetheart" in hand and pulled the bolt back. "Finally. Some action."

Raiden removed the silencer off of his M4A1 and placed it into one of his vest pockets. "Alright. We move quick and we move fast. No one is to get stuck out there like a sitting duck. Alex, you're with me. Rick. Derrick. You're with Charlie. Keep those bastards off of his back while he plants those charges."

"Ready, guys?" Deuce asked, the Ghosts nodding in confirmation. "Good, because we attack now!" Deuce ran out and mowed down four Federation soldiers as they were passing by the bridge area. Logan and Nate charged out with Alex and Raiden in tow to take out the SAMs on the west side of the base while Charlie, Rick, and Derrick take the ones to the east.

Alex quickly dispatched a machine gun lost with his L115 Sniper Rifle as he ran. He was taught asides from stationary sniper to combat sniping. His father taught him how to shoot on the go and acquire a target quickly. He then shot at a large gas tank where a group of Federation soldiers were gathered. It exploded catching them in flames.

"Fire in the hole!" Charlie cried after planting a charge and running to safety. The charge detonated and took down at least three SAM nearby along with a dozen Federation soldiers. Derrick was in his L.A.S.T. suit, using his minigun to both mow down Federation soldiers and to pin them down. Rick hacked into a couple of areas, causing gas lines to explode, mines to go off and even at one point, caused a tank to start losing control and run over a bunch of Federation soldiers.

Rick grinned and hacked the controls of the tank. It soon rolled over to them and stopped in front of the Korean. He turned around and pointed at it. "Free ride. Let's get in."

Raiden was firing away at a group of Federation soldiers as he took cover behind a corner. "Fuck! I'm pinned! The irony!" He shouted.

"On it!" Alex shouted back at his brother. Taking a grenade off of his straps, he pressed a button on it and got ready to chuck it. "Don't fail me now, buddy." He then threw it in the air and it stopped as it hovered. A few seconds passed on by before it hurled itself into the group that was pinning his brother down. "You owe me one!"

"Thanks!" Raiden shouted before jumping up to a higher point with his jump boost.

Deuce moved forward and fired his M27 at the enemy despite being alone for this part. Multiple Federation soldiers, particularly the veterans, actually ran away from the Ghost out of fear of the Nailer. He actually pushed past most of the fleeing Federation soldiers while shooting the ones who tried to fight back as he strode towards the enemy HQ to confront Rorke and the Commander in Chief of the Federation Armed Forces once and for all. He kicked down the doors and proceed to search out the two High Valued Individuals.

Rick and Derrick were inside the hacked Federation tank the Korean has taken over. They ran over some Federation soldiers as Derrick rotated the turret towards two SAMs that were close to each other. "Load a round!" Derrick shouted at Rick.

"Hear ya!" Rick shouted back. He leaned down from the controls and lifted up a shell from the hold. He loaded it into the cannon and closed it. "Gun ready!"

"Alright! Fire!"

Rick punched the down the fire button making the round fire right out the cannon. It sped through the air before impacting on a SAM. It exploded and the explosion caught the other one in it destroying the two.

"Someone tell the Captain that the SAM sites are destroyed. Wait. Where is he anyway?" Logan asked after the seven Ghosts regrouped. Suddenly at least a dozen Federation soldier ran past them, cries of terror and pleas of mercy. One of the shouted about the Nailer in the HQ Building as they knocked over a couple of the Ghosts in panic before attempting to run off.

Alex grumbled in grief as he was one of the ones knocked down to the ground. "Hey! At least say you're sorry!" He shouted at the fleeing Federation soldiers.

Raiden was the other one as well. He got himself back to his feet and helped his brother up. "Alright. At least we know where he is."

Rick popped up from the tank hatch and nodded. "Alright. Let's go find him then."

"Well lets go catch up with him! We can't let him have all of the action now!" Derrick pushed Rick out of the hatch and jumped out of the tank before rushing towards the doors of the HQ entrance. Logan tried to stop Derrick but a katana slash forced the machine gunner to jump back to barely avoid being cut up. In front of them was none other than Rorke's little assassin Alice.

Derrick managed to look behind him and stopped in his tracks. He got down to one knee and aimed his KSG-12 at her. "Mèride. Stand down!" He shouted at the little girl.

Raiden and Alex aimed their respective weapons at Alice as well. Rick hacked into the tank and made the cannon rotate around and aimed at her. "You're surrounded and outgunned. Give up," Raiden ordered her.

"Alice will not fail Rorke-sama. Rorke wants to face your leader alone along with General Cortez. He-!" Suddenly there is a loud pistol retort of an Atlas 45 and a window breaking as Deuce and Rorke fall out of the window with Rorke clutching his bleeding chest and Deuce aiming his Colt. .45 pistol at General Cortez who held a smoking Atlas .45 Pistol as he stood on the second floor in the window.

"Rorke, you were always too stubborn for your own good. First with going rouge from our brainwash because you're guilt of killing the lead Ghosts was too overwhelming then to believe one of the men who left you for dead. You were trouble from the start ever since we dragged you out of the water and placed you into that hole in the Amazon Jungle." Cortez started off as he aimed his pistol at the two former Marines below. "You were suppose to an asset to us, Gabriel Rorke! That was what you were suppose to be." Rorke glared weakly at the Federation General as blood trickled out of the corner of his mouth.

"An asset? Heh. Well you should have thought again. You can't truly break a Ghost if you had to use a controlling chip on me to twist my mind and make me kill my best friend. You're not a human, Cortez. You're the biggest piece of scum to ever walk the surface of the planet and you know it."

Alex quickly got a bead on General Cortez with his sniper and got ready to fire a round. "What's the play, Boss?!" Alex yelled not taking his eyes off of the Federation General.

Raiden placed a hand in the barrel of the sniper and pointed it down. "Stand down!" This is the Captain's call now. We don't intervene unless he says so!" Raiden shouted as he looked at the events that would unfold before them.

Cortez snorted and looked at the other Ghosts.

"That's right, Americanos. Know your place here when you're in the presence of a true military lea-" The retorts of both Deuce's Colt .45 and Rorke's Colt .45 cut off the annoying turd of a Federation General, his heading exploding from the impact of the two .45 rounds. The headless corpse just stood there until it tipped forward and flopped unceremoniously into the street a few feet away from the Ghosts. The seven others just looked at it before turning to the two former Marines holding the Colt .45 Pistols.

"What? That has been one of the things I always wanted to do to that annoying little shit that I had to obey for the last couple of years now." Rorke defended himself until he coughed up more blood.

Rick just sighed in relief as he leaned back against the tank he rode in. "So what? Is it over now? Did we win? Please tell us we won," The Korean asked as he stretched.

Raiden shrugged as he looked at his CO. "Sir? Is it over? Did we win? Did we actually win?"

"Rick, get that tank away from us before the Air Force mistakes us for enemy armor. Last thing I need is to come home in a body bag because of misidentification by the flyboys." Deuce ordered as he tried to provide medical assistance to a gravely wounded Rorke.

Rick nodded sadly as he placed his hand on the tank. "You had a good run, girl. Looks like I gotta put you down." Hacking into the controls, he made it drive away from them and had it drive off a cliff. A small boom went off when it exploded on impact as it landed.

"Raiden. See what you can do for Rorke here," Deuce ordered Raiden.

"On it, sir." Raiden walked over to the two. Deuce placed Rorke down on the ground gently as Raiden came up with a syringe in hand. "This might hurt a bit," He said. He pulled the cap off the needle and he jabbed it into Rorke's arm. "That should regulate your heartbeat. The pain should subside in a bit."

Rorke pushed Raiden away and shook his head. "No. I'm dead anyway. The prick was using hollow point rounds anyway. I'm not going to make. Captain Anderson. I would like to talk to you about something. A promise really."

Deuce stepped over to the dying ex-Ghost Killer and nodded to Raiden who stepped away from the two men and back to his teammates. Alice was stirring awake after being knocked out by Derrick when Cortez distracted everyone including her. She looked in the direction of Rorke and her eyes widened when she saw the blood surrounding him. Rorke was struggling to get out his last words to

"Captain...make...sure...Alice...is...raised differently. She...*Gasps for air* she doesn't deserve the life...the Feds created for...her. Watch...over...her...for...me pl-please." Rorke spoke through the blood filling his mouth, the Nailer nodding his head and held Rorke's hand in a fist.

"I'll make sure that she's raised like a daughter, Marine. A promise between leathernecks."

"Good...Tell...the...Walkers...that...I'm...sorry...about...Elias...Semper...Fi..." With these last words, Rorke's eyes turned a gray color and his breathing stopped. Deuce reached over and closed his eyelids and took Rorke's dog tags.

When they would've been celebrating the death of Rorke after all those years of fighting, instead, they felt grief wash over them. Deuce sighed deeply and closed the eyelids of the fallen soldier before them.

Raider Two-Five bowed their heads in respect despite having troubles in the past with him, did so. They let a long moment of silence pass on by. Raiden lifted his head up soon and walked up to his CO. "I guess we won... But at a great cost, sir. He truly was one of us despite being brainwashed."

"Unfortunately war is hell, Raiden. War is hell." Deuce replied, everyone remaining silent until they heard a beeping noise emit from under Cortez's headless corpse. Deuce walks over and kicks the body over to reveal a timer set to some strange device strapped to the General's chest. The timer was down to five seconds.

"Ah shit. That son of a b-" A bright flash sparks and the eight Ghosts and Alice disappear in a ball of light, leaving behind an empty base for the American forces to capture.

Remnant

The Initiation Zone

"Hey, Batista. Ozpin is about to have the students meet up in the launch pads. How are you going with tranquilizing the Archne Grimm?" Greg asked over the comms as the pyromaniac stepped out of the cave of sleeping Archne. He stuck a cigarette in his mouth and just as he lights his light, the cave explodes, collapsing the entrance behind Batista.

"Ye Archne nest won't be causin' any trouble right now. Right now ayum aboot ta search around for any stragglers before returnin' ta the cliffs." Batista replied after taking a hit from his cig. Slung over his back was an assault rifle named Leadstorm, which could transform into a grenade launcher as well. The Irish Second Year walked calmly in the initiation zone when he heard some static electricity in the area. Unslinging his weapon with the sling around his neck, Batista approached the source cautiously, the cig still in his mouth. Moments later he heard students flying through the air. Ignoring this, he turned a corner near some rocks and stopped with his mouth opened in shock. The cigarette hung limply in his mouth as his eyes bugged out at the sight of eight new individuals in the clearing.

Leland quickly hid back behind the large rocks before the mysterious arrivals could spot him. The pyromaniac reached for his portable walkie talkie and helded down the talk button.

"Lads and lassies. Aye got eight unknown lads just standin' in a clearin' near some large rocks. Requestin' some back up, over." The Irish second year whispered, a reply soon following afterwards.

"Boom-Boom, this is Leatherneck. Rabbit and I have regrouped with the Curvy Witch...Seriously, Randi. Thats was your best idea?... Anyway we're on the way towards you. Just hang tight for a few minutes. Leatherneck out." Greg replied on the radio before going silent.

"Alright, we should secure the perimeter and stay here to get our heads out of our asses," One of the figures said. He then pointed at another of the other figures. "Rick, you're with me. Make sure that weapon is ready. Everything unknown in either friendly or hostile. Observe first."

"Heard ya. I'll make sure my beauty won't misfire," Rick said as he caressed his machine gun like a little baby.

Leland removed the magazine from LeadStorm and checked to see if it was a full mag. Once satisfied, he slammed the magazine back in and chambered a round in it. He slowly peeked his head out and saw that two of the arrivals were approaching his location. One was armed with a machine gun while the other was armed with an M27 Assault Rifle with a grip and a holographic sight. The AR user was clearly in his forties and was in charge of the group sign most of the figures listened to him. His face was a grim covered white with cold gray blue eyes and dark brown hair. The Machine Gunner wore a mask that had a skull on it for some reason. Batista ducked behind his cover again and silently back away from the corner of the rock but staying hidden by leaning into it.

Leland stayed in cover as the two passed by him. He held his breath as they passed by not to reveal his location. Just when he thought he was in the clear, he was tackled to the ground by something he couldn't see. Soon his eyes adjusted to see a very faint visible outline of a person. Soon, the transparency faded showing a person with a skull mask as well with a pistol aimed at his head. "Got an unknown here!" He shouted.

"HOLY SHIT! WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!?" A voice cried out from a sniper rifle wielding man as a massive Archne Grimm screeched before knocking the skull masked guy off of Leland. The guy flew into the clearing with his buddies as the forty year old man followed after him, the arrivals unsure what the hell to do. Leland got back up when the Archne started going after the arrivals. Leland recognized this as the one who screwed up Randi's Semblance causing it to only allow her change her weight and body look instead of being allowed to change into someone else. He could tell because of the missing half of its face from when he blasted it off. The pyromaniac grabbed LeadStorm and climbed to the top of the large rock yelling at the Archne.

"Oi, bitch! Remember me? Well me and Randi have unfinished business with ye, ye eight-legged cunt!" Leland shouted just as Randi appeared next to him, wearing a black form-fitting suit, a holster for her pistol knives, and a black band in her hair. The two partners let loose on the Archne just as it let out an ear-piercing scream.

"a, geunde geuge pyosileul namgyeojuseyo... " (Ugh, that's gonna leave a mark...) The one that was kicked by the Archne into his buddies.

"Rick, get up. We gotta lay down on some fire on that thing!" Another one shouted. An M4A1 Assault Rifle with a holographic sight and grip was in hand and aimed it at the Archne. "Being it down!" He shouted an unloaded the apart of lead into it.

Rick was still eying Leland. He snapped out of his thoughts when someone patted his shoulder. "We can worry about them later. Right now, we got something to kill before it kills us." It was the sniper rifle holder. It was an L115 Bolt Action rifle in it's standard green paint job.

"Oi! Ye damn bastids! This cunt is our kill so go find a different one!" Batista shouted just as he fired a grenade into the Archne's face. Randi was on its back, shooting into the pod where the eight legs attached to. Meanwhile Greg and Velvet appeared behind the arrivals, shouting at an Archne that tried to attack them. This was a smaller Archne so it went down quickly. Greg turned to the new arrivals and started to shout at them.

"If you guys want to live another day, then help us hold back this swarm of spider b*** approaching from the west! We have a serious Archne infestation and we need to hold it back!" A swarm of Archne started to charge into the clearing as soon as Greg finished shouting. The Marine dropped to his knee and fired crouching at the swarm while Velvet fired with one of Greg's P90 DPWs. The Marine was firing a HK416 Assault Rifle while an USAS-12 was slung across his back. He was in his Marine Engineer uniform while Velvet was wearing her brown armor.

"Oh shit... I think we've hit the goddamn shitstorm," Rick muttered under his breath. He almost dropped his machine gun to the ground but kept a solid hold on it.

"Mèrde." (Shit) Another figure had a KSG-12 Shotgun in hand. He was slightly jealous of Greg having a USAS-12 Shotgun. It was semi automatic while his was a pump-action. But he felt like pump-action was more accurate than any other shotgun. "Sod this," He muttered. He slung his shotgun to his back and did a couple commands on his Exo-Suit. A few seconds later, thin plates of armour started covering his body. It covered every inch of him. It covered his neck while his helmet lowered a bulletproof glass face guard. A small hiss was heard along with clanking as a minigun showed up underneath his right arm. He lifted his arm up and started letting loose a maelstrom of bullets into them.

Greg mowed down a couple of Archne with his HK when he heard a minigun firing at the Archne. Multiple Archne started to fall as a heavily armored figure started mowing them down with a minigun. greg slung his HK in favor of his USAS-12 and stood up, firing at the swarm while walking towards it. The use of Fragmentation shotgun rounds tore apart the human spider Grimms like swiss cheese as the Marine slowly walked forward. He didn't have to worry about reloading since he had replace the regular USAS mags with Drum Magazines. Meanwhile the Ghosts, inspired by this tactic, followed this tactic, forming a line from side to side as they started to get the idea.

Rick had his machine gun to his hip and fired like no tomorrow onto the incoming hordes of Grimm that continued to come. His M249 Saw Light Machine gun spewed out it's hot lead as the cartridges were expended out, smoking and falling. He as well didn't need to worry about reloading for awhile thanks to him adding a slightly larger box of belt feed bullets for the box.

Leland and Randi alternated on landing blows on different areas of the Archne. The process was proving to be effective since the Archne hadn't landed a single blow onto them.

"Obtenez une certaine! Obtenez des salauds! Venez vous certains!" (Get some! Get some you bastards! Come get some!) The heavily armoured man shouted in slight glee. He kept on unloading the rain of bullets into the horde as they were being cut down by the bullets of the minigun.

Leland fired a grenade into the Archne's face at point blank, sending the pyromaniac into the air. Batista landed on his feet as Randi sprinted past him towards the Archne.

"You ruined my Semblance when I was seven and made me suffer humiliation from my peers. Time to die, bitch." Randi threatened, using her knife pistols to slash a hole in top of its leg pod just as Batista tossed one of his homemade grenades. The grenade landed into the slash causing the Archne to look down and curse.

"Ah, son of a b-" The Archne exploded into bloody chunks, sending blood and pieces all over the place.

"Watch your left!"

"He's been iced!"

"Cover me, I'm reloading!"

"Die bitches!"

Those were some of the various shouts and screams the Ghosts gave as they advanced even closer to the swarm. Their path was being cleared up thanks to the heavily armoured man letting them follow him and take out other parts of the swarm.

Suddenly an Archne knocked the armor man over and started clawing at the armor. While it may be strong, the man's armor weakens under the constant pounding the Archne's pressure. A particularly sharp edge of a fore leg raises into the air, poised to strike down on the glass visor on the man's face. Suddenly the Archne was blasted into blood covered limbs and body parts as Greg's USAS-12 roared at it with a fearsome bark and a fatal bite.

"ARMOR HEAVILY DAMAGED. REVERTING BACK TO SPECIALIST EXO-SUIT."

The armour started sliding away from the body and back into the small metal frames of the Exo-Suit. The man groaned from the pounding the Archne gave him, mostly the area around his chest. "That's gonna leave a mark... Why did it have to be Tuesday today?" He breathed out.

"Gringo, it ain't Tuesday. Its Monday afternoon. Now get up and stop whining already." Greg shouted, dropping his USAS-12, the shotgun resting on its sling around Greg's shoulders, and threw a knife into the head of the Archne that was about to slash one of the M4A1 users from behind.

He turned around after hearing the screech of an Archne behind him. He saw that there was a knife in it's head and looked up to see Greg nodding at him. He saluted back and grinned. "I owe you one!"

The other guy on the ground slowly got himself up to his feet and took out his shotgun. He shook his head and yelled as he ran towards one to one of the Archne. It slashed at his head but he dodged it as he slid down. He got up under it's face with the barrel of his KSG-12 underneath it's chin. "Surprise motherfucker," He said before pulling the trigger, blowing it's brains out.

Leland and Randi, their revenge against the Archne satisfied, turned to see a swarm of them being held off by Greg, Velvet, and the new arrivals. However while Randi was fueled on adrenaline to fight her fear, it had worn off and she jumped straight into Leland's arms screaming. Meanwhile Velvet fired into the skull of one Archne before kicking another one away as she jumped and lashed out. Greg was having a field day with his favorite automatic shotgun. The USAS-12 was tearing apart the Archne without a care which made Greg satisfied.

The Sniper Ghost was firing away at the distant Archne while taking some shots at some that were closer to him. Turning around, he pulled out a knife and stabbed it in the head of one of them. He kicked it off and took out a pistol and took headshots at them.

Batista set Randi down and rushed to a large hole that was on top of a small hill. The Irish Hunter recognized this as an Archne air shaft. The pyromaniac looked down from the top and saw the massive Archne Queen getting ready to crawl out of her lair. Batista pulled out one of his Big Boys with a patent and set the timer for ten seconds before running away from the hill. He grabbed Randi and rushed away just as the explosion occurred. The cave system collapsed completely, crushing most of the Archne while trapping the rest down below. Within moments, the Archne in the area were wiped out with Greg blasting the head off the last one.

The Ghosts were all panting and sweating from the swarm. "Whew. We almost ran out of ammo in that fight. I wonder what would've happened if we did run out," One of them said.

"Mèrde, then we'd been fucked. We never would've lasted that long out there."

"Gravel, regroup time!" Greg shouted as Leland, carrying a scared Randi on his back, and Velvet walked back to the clearing.

"So what now, boss?" Batista asked, Randi keeping her eyes shut since there were so many dead Archne laying on the ground.

"First I believe our new "amigos" here owe us an explanation as to why they were in the initiation zone in the first place." Greg commented loudly, gaining the attention of the Ghosts.

"Hey, we have no idea what the hell is going on here, man." He walked up to Greg and pulled his mask off his face. Short brown wavy hair was on top of his head with soft brown eyes yet showed years of conflict and battle. And he looked like he wasn't even out of his teens yet.

"We have no idea what's going on. And you said this place is an initiation? Who would do such a thing in a forest so damn dangerous?"

"Fubar," The one with the sniper basically called out.

The guy turned around and nodded. "Yes, Alex." He turned around to look at Greg again. "What my little brother said. This is total Fubar."

"Actually this place is pretty safer than most areas that are infested with Grimm, lads. Nothin' dangerous really unless ye decide to stop defendin' yerself and then yer dead." Batista replied setting down Randi once the corpses of the Archne evaporated. Randi opened her eyes and sighed in relief when she realized that she was okay.

"As for the who question, this is for initiates who are training to become Huntresses and Hunters at Beacon Academy. Its a way of finding their partners and their teams for the next four years." Randi continued, looking at the Ghosts with an eyebrow raised and her hands on her hips.

Rick almost slapped himself in the face when he caught himself staring at Randi's large bust. He shook his head and scratched the back of his head. "Okay, we have no idea what you're talking about. Grimm. Hunters and Huntresses. You throw people into this? That is totally Fubar right there. No offense to you people."

"Anyway, I'm positive that you guys are also Americans due to the flag on your vest so whats the current update of the war? Is Jin Jie in charge of China now and is the PLA defeated along with the Russian Federation?" Greg asked, slinging his USAS-12 and unslinging his HK416 Assault Rifle.

"Dude, we have no idea what you're talking about. Russia ain't attacking us and we ain't attacking them. Yeah we're Americans, but who the hell is Jin Jie? We have no clue who that guy is. And for the record, we're fighting the Federation. Those bastards want to destroy America, and they're getting what they're getting. A boot up their asses," The man who was wearing the Specialist Exo-Suit replied.

"Well must be a different Earth then. The Earth I was on had China and the United States at war while the Russians managed to nuke Paris. Anyway welcome to Remnant, my real home planet. Here the enemy is these soulless monsters called Grimm and a group of terrorists called the White Fang. I'm Lance Corporal Greg Pineda, United States Marine and leader of second year team GRVL. And you guys are?" Greg trailed off, allowing the Ghosts to introduce themselves.

"Sargent Raiden Williams, former 82nd Airborne Division, Ghost Operative. Leader of light assault group Raider Two-Five." He then pointed to the one wielding the sniper rifle. "That over there is my little brother, Alex Williams. Private First Class. Some airborne division as me. As you can tell, he's a sniper. Not a bad one as well."

Rick walked up to Greg and bowed slightly. "Private First Class Rick Grimes Song, former 101st Airborne division. I'm the techie guy of the squad."

"Corporal Derrick Haven, former 517th Airborne division. I'm second in command of Two-Five."

"Aren't you guys too young to be in special operations?" Randi asked, clearly questioning the legitimacy of their background.

"Hey, if you grew up the way we did, you would've understood why we're this young yet soldiers, lassie," Derrick huffed as his Welsh side kicked in.

"It was kill or be killed. Simple as that," Rick added.

"Anyway, the guy in his mid-twenties with the M8A1 Assault Rifle is Sergeant Logan Somers, a Delta Force Operator. The big guy next to him with the M60E3 is Sergeant Charlie Hinders, an EOD Marine. The tall guy with the SCAR Assault Rifle is Staff Sergeant Nathaniel Johnston, an Army Ranger and second in command of this Ghost platoon. And the forty year old with the M27 Assault Rifle is our boss and mentor of the skills of stealth, Captain Deuce Anderson, Marine Sniper and Deuce the Nailer." Raiden continued to introduced, the name of the Captain capturing the attention of Greg.

"Hey. My mother told me that my little brother and I had a father named Deuce before I disappeared along with him until last year." Greg comments.

Raiden quirked an eyebrow at him. "Hmm? That's strange. Your last name is Anderson there, Greg? Cause the captain's name here last name is Anderson. I think you got them mixed up."

"Well there was a crazy uncle who supposedly was related to an Deuce Anderson and he said that he was my father. Then again, the crazy Irish Catholic Priest claimed that Vampires existed and that he killed them in the name of God and the Catholic Church. Good thing I joined the Laredo Triads just before he left for Europe and abandoned me in an another orphanage in Laredo again." Greg mumbled this last part, fortunate that only Velvet could hear it instead of these newcomers. The Captain sighed before removing his mask.

"Actually Alexander Anderson wasn't lying about me being your father, Gregory. I do believe I owe my boys and Angelica an apology right?" Deuce asked uneasily, suddenly receiving a punch across the left cheek courtesy of Greg.

Raiden backed up from that as his CO fell to the ground. "Holy... Dude, did you really have to hit him? The guys your father. You shouldn't do that to him."

"At ease, Sergeant. Gregory had the entire right to hit me," Deuce told the young Ghost.

"What is your problem, dad!? You separate your family and leave the oldest in a world by himself without someone to care for him! You could have left a letter or something to explain why!" Greg yelled at his father who got back onto his feet. The Ghosts tensed up when Greg turned away and looked like he was going to turn around and murder his father. However instead they heard a sigh and Greg turned around with tears in his eyes. "Just promise me you'll never leave our family behind again. We really needed you home." Greg admitted as the father and son hugged each other for the first time in years.

"Je pensais qu'il allait vraiment le tuer," (I thought he was actually going to kill him) Derrick mumbled to himself as he crossed his arms.

"Can it, Derrick. Let them enjoy their moment. We'd be like that if we haven't seen our fathers in years," Raiden hushed him in a serious tone.

A cough from Batista reminded Greg about something so the father and son reunion was over. Batista pulled out his scroll and talked to Ozpin about the Ghosts. Ozpin agreed to send a bullhead to pick up the Ghosts and Team GRVL at the clearing. Meanwhile Greg and Raiden got into a small argument about which game from Earth was better: Call of Duty or Battlefield. Greg was a pro-Battlefield Gamer hands down while Raiden was the master of CoD.

"Hey! Advanced Warfare had to get permission themselves from Atlas Corporation to make a game that revolves around them. Of course Mr. Irons isn't a bad person, he is a personal friend of Rick's father, and the guy isn't that bad. But they needed permission to have the use of Exo-Suits and all the other types of technology that Atlas has. They even got scorpion tanks! They're like regular tanks but the treads can go up and it can start scaling over things!" Raiden argued to Greg as he even showed his Exo-Suit and prosthetic arm.

"But the game is an arcade styled FPS with the basic multiplayer on maps that have little to none interaction. In Battlefield 4, you can make a skyscraper collapse and level an entire city block. You can drive tanks, jets, ATVs, jeeps, and helicopters all over the map with your friends manning the guns. Also you can parachute in the multiplayer and fire a weapon while floating down. You don't have to worry about being pawned by screaming five years who have a mouth of a Leatherneck. And best of all, we can counter knife an enemy player which, in CoD, you can't. Beat that Activision and Infinity Ward." Greg retorted, bring up all the good points of Battlefield that CoD lacks in.

Raiden glared at Greg while the Marine did the same back to the Ghost. "Oh, for the love of... Would you two stop arguing about games for the time being? We're still waiting for transport and we could be jumped anytime and all you two are doing is talking about games. Mèrde," Derrick berated them despite being a corporal.

"No one asked for yer input, ye Frenchie." Batista commented, lighting another cigarette in his mouth. Derrick glared at the pyromaniac but Batista was bothered by it at all.

Derrick shook his head and took out his canteen for a drink of water. "Tais-toi, cheminée irlandais. Fumer ces bâtons nauséabondes va pourrir vos poumons et des dents. Votre respiration sera puent de la fumée et le goudron et les dames ne tombera pas pour vous à long terme," (Shut up, you Irish chimney. Smoking those foul sticks is going to rotten your lungs and teeth. Your breath will reek of smoke and tar and ladies won't fall for you in the long run) Derrick replied and took a sip from his canteen.

"Actually me Aura prevents these cigarettes from damagin' me teeth, throat and lungs. Also since they can't harm me body, me breath can be cleaned of it faster than ever. So its a win-win for me, Frenchie. Also don't be eyeballin' me girlfriend, Randi." Batista warned the Frenchman with a cold glare before going back to his cig.

"One, don't call me Frenchie. I already had enough troubles back in Toronto being called that. Second, I'm not just French. My mother was from Wales. And thirdly, I ain't even going for your girl. To be honest, and please don't tell her, she has a rather... Ses seins sont trop gros. Je veux dire, comment un homme peut embrasser avec ces choses? Il est comme étreindre jello." (Her breasts are too big. I mean, how can a man hug her with those things? It's like hugging jello)

"Oi! They aren't a problem unless ye not used ta the lassie huggin' yer face inta 'er bitch when she gets excited or happy. In fact, they can sometimes act as pillows if yer lucky like me." Leland whispers this last part to Derrick before rejoining his team with a grin across his face.

Suddenly the Bullhead appeared overhead and descended into the clearing below. The Bullhead hovered and the side door opened, revealing an empty passenger section for the twelve present. Team GRVL took position outside the craft's door while allowing the Ghosts to board into the craft first.

Alex had the butt of his L115 on the floor of the Bullhead right beside him as he held the barrel of it. The Bullhead started to lift off from the ground and ascended into the sky. He then looked at his brother who was looking out the opening. "Think we can trust them?" He asked.

Raiden looked at his brother and nodded. "No other choice, bro. As what Ben Franklin said, it's either join or die."

Greg stood inside the passenger bay, holding onto a ceiling handhold as he stared out of the open door and at the forest down below. Velvet was next to him, the two holding each other at the waist. Leland sat on one of the benches with Randi resting her head on his shoulders. Logan and Charlie were telling funny stories to Nate while Deuce looked at his son and Velvet, regretting not being here with his family.

Derrick had a small scowl on his face with his arms crossed. He wasn't liking this one bit at all. "Ceci est ridicule. Nous nous jeter aveugle en plaçant notre confiance dans les gens que nous ne connaissons pas encore. Les apartés de capitaine à son som, aucun d'entre nous savent ce que l'enfer qui se passe ici." (This is ridiculous. We're throwing ourselves blind by placing our trust in people we don't know yet. Asides from the Captain to his som, none of us know what the hell is going on here) He huffed again as his Exo-Suit whirred from the damage it sustained from the Archne earlier. "Et pourtant nous sommes ici, en compagnie d'un Irlandais. Un lapin. Un adolescent plantureuse. Et certains marins. Ouais, un peu de compagnie, ils sont." (And yet here we are, in the company of an Irishman. A rabbit. A busty teenager. And some marine. Yeah, some company they are)

"So what do ye think about these younger Ghosts, boss? They seem very...diverse." Leland asks Greg, the Marine looking over his shoulder at the pyromaniac.

"Well, one, they seriously can't be that young and be in special forces in my opinion unless someone pulled some serious strings. Two that has to be the most ordinary squad I have ever seen and meet in my life. Mainly because Bastard Squad was the most insane party animals and combat Marines I have served alongside and you guys are completely different, no offense, in a good way. Though I do find it odd that they have a French-Welsh man in their squad honestly." Greg explains, receiving a look of understanding from the Irish Second Year.

Derrick snapped his head up at what Greg said about him. "Hey! Je entendu! Je ne suis pas sourd putain vous savez! Il n'y a rien d'étrange à une fille avec des oreilles de lapin ou une fille avec de très grandes seins. Mais il est étrange quand vous voyez un homme français-gallois?" (Hey! I heard that! I'm not fucking deaf you know! There's nothing strange about a girl with rabbit ears or a girl with very large boobs. But it's strange when you see a French-Welsh man? )

"Because if you're in a war against this South American Federation, why would you need a French speaker when you really need a Spanish speaker instead. Besides on the Earth I was from, France became a irradiated country since the Russians nuked Paris." Greg points out, holding Velvet closer to him. "And speak English please. Not many of us understand half of the things you're saying."

"Très bien. Tout le monde est un critique," (Fine. Everybody's a critic) Derrick muttered. "Here, I can speak bloody English, alright? I don't care if I can only speak French or Welsh or can't even speak Spanish, I'm proud of what I speak. So get used to it."

"Look, just don't say anything if you get this angry at one single comment. Good grief, I mean even Batista isn't that bad at going off at one stupid comment." Greg points out, earning an oi from the pyromaniac.

Derrick just rolled his eyes and looked the other way not wanting to continue this conversation. To him, it was a waste of time to even be talking to them. They insulted his heritage. That is something he will be not forgiving that easily.

"Alright, you newcomers. Time for the official introductions to Beacon Academy. In case you have forgotten already or had your head up your retchem, I am Greg Pineda, Leader of Second Year Team GRVL. You are about to see the pride the kingdom of Vytal has to offer. This is where they take the young students from different combat schools and train them up until graduation to become the next line of defenders known as Hunters and Huntresses. They are on the same level and sometimes higher on the skill chart compared to Vytal's Marine Corps. The acceptance age is varied but you have to be skilled in combat and have prior training at one of the junior schools or actual combat experience. Once we land on the pad, you will be greeted by Beacon's Headmaster, Professor Ozpin, and his assistant and combat sparring teacher, Professor Goodwitch. There he will lead you to his office and determine what to do with you...Ghosts. Any questions?" Greg finished his official introduction to the Ghosts and waited for someone to raise their hand.

"Seems pretty straight forward. I got nothing to say. Sounds good. Can't wait to meet this Professor Ozpin. Also, you make it sound like that these Hunters and Huntresses are sometimes higher than the Vytal Marine Corps. What proof do you have?" Raiden asked Greg after raising his hand.

"You'll just have to see it to believe it. Anyway, we've reached the academy. Just sit here and wait for the craft to land. We'll see you guys down below." Greg replied as him and his teammates rushed and jumped out of the airborne bullhead. The pilot looks over his shoulders and looks at the Ghosts in the back.

"I hate how they always do that." The pilot sighs out before beginning his descent to the academy.

"Get used to it. Me and my squad are combat airborne troopers. We'll jump out of the plane's bay without a seconds notice. But since he told us to wait, we'll stay put," Raiden replied as his guys were itching to jump out.

"Except you guys keep forgetting that you left your parachutes at home. I swear that one of these days, you might jump out of an airplane without your chutes." Deuce comments, the Ghosts watching Team GRVL fall through the sky below. Greg created a light shield under his feet and actually slid across the rooftop of one of the buildings upright like a skateboarder on a rail. Leland used LeadStorm in its grenade launcher form and fired it, the force slowing down his descent. Velvet used her Mage Semblance to teleport onto the roof of one of the dorms safely. Randi summoned wings onto her back that flew her back to the ground.

Raiden chuckled as he pointed at Rick. "Captain, with all due respect, we don't need chutes. Thanks to our Korean friend over here."

"Hi."

"Thanks to him, we can be able to get to the ground quickly and without injury. He outfitted these Exo's with wingsuits," Raiden explained.

Team GRVL regrouped at the landing pad with Ozpin and Ms. Goodwitch along with three other men. Two of these men were Marines from the VMC while the third was an agent of the Agency of Vytal, the agency behind the counter-terrorist group, Rainbow, and the basic NSA and Homeland Security of Vytal. The Marines wore armor just like the Marines from Aliens and carried Dust Pulse Rifles as well. The AOV agent was a German Shepherd Dog Faunus with short brown hair and blue eyes with black German Shepherd dog ears on his head and a black tail on his backside. He wore a black ballcap with the letters AOV on the front in white and a black trenchcoat that covered his suit and tie. The bullhead landed in front of the group and the Ghosts hopped out of the vehicle.

Alex whistled to himself and smiled slightly. "Never seen anything like this. I reckon if we ever get home, the boys will believe this," He muttered to his brother.

"I hear you, little brother." He then saw the Professor, Greg and his team, two soldiers and a very bureaucratic person. He then looked at his men and became serious. "Raider! Attention!"

The three widened their eyes and quickly stood at attention as they stomped their feet down and waited. The two Vytal Marines tensed up until the AOV agent stepped forward.

"I want to speak to the leader of this group. Which one is he?" The man asked in a stern and authoritative tone, a distinctive Southern accent slipping in as the Marines at his side snapping to attention, Pulse Rifles across their chests. Deuce stepped forward and looked the agent in the eye.

"That would be me. Captain Deuce Anderson of the Third Ghost Platoon, United States Special Forces. These seven men are my subordinates." Deuce introduced, removing the mask that covered his face. The AOV agent stood calmly as he replied to the Captain.

"I'm Head Field Agent Marine Recon of the Agency of Vytal. I need to question you promptly to assess if you are a threat or hazard to our society here. All of you really." The dog Faunus replied, not one to be humorous at the time.

"I don't think that will be a problem, Agent Recon. I can assure you that my men aren't threats or hazards to your society. Yet are the best soldiers I could have on my side. And Raider over there are still teenagers. They're still growing up and learning while us old dogs are just watching them grow," Deuce told the agent about some of the group.

"Sorry, Captain, but when eight heavily armed soldiers appear in Vytal Territory in the middle of an initiation test, it becomes my problem. Either way all of you will be coming in for questioning whether you agree or disagree. If you are going to resist that order then I will be forced to-" Recon was cut off when Greg shouted at him.

"Marine! If you shoot my father in the foot, I will kick your ass!" Greg warns, causing the Dog Faunus to look at Greg with wide eyes.

"Wait! What!?" Recon shouts in a surprised out of accent way before looking at Deuce quickly and turning back around. "This guy is your dad!?" Marine does another look before slipping into his Southern accent. "Well I do see a resemblance with the eyes and the facial area. Still I will have to question these...Ghosts along with your father."

Alex leaned over to Raiden and whispered something into his ear. Raiden just sighed at his little brother for a second before shaking his head with a sigh. "Agent Recon. I know you need to be questioning us, but can my brother stay silent. He's not the best in these type of situations really all the time. He gets nauseous and ends up vomiting everywhere."

"Sorry, but orders are orders. The Head Chairman of the Council, which is the AOV's director, demands that we question all dimensional travelers that land in Vytal. That means all of you, even Alex. Besides the questioning is more like an interview really than an interrogation. The only time we do interrogations is when the dimensional travelers fire at us first and we have to taze them." Recon explained, hoping this would make his job easier.

Raiden nodded at the agent and patted his brother's back. "You hear that, bro? Not interrogation. Just think of it as an interview for a job. Kay?"

"Fine. I'll manage. Just give me something to chew on. I ran outta rations."

"Good. Now if you'll follow the Headmaster into the building and to his office, we can start the process smoothly." Recon continued, nodding his head to Professor Ozpin before turning around and walking towards the academy. The two Vytal Marines did an about face and marched in cadence alongside the AOV agent. Professor Ozpin stepped forward and introduced himself to the Ghosts.

"I welcome you fine gentlemen here to Beacon Academy. I'm the Headmaster here. I am Professor Ozpin. Here at Beacon, we take in those who have been training for years to take part to keep the peace around the world of Remnant. And seeing how the four youngest here have fought valiantly and with determination, I think we can make something out of you yet. Come along and we'll talk in my office," Ozpin simpler said to them as if they weren't strangers at all.

"Is it just me or he didn't really care about us intruding in the forest earlier?" Rick asked while scratching his head.

"Beats me. The less talking, the better," Derrick replied to him. He wasn't fond of long conversations or debriefings. But he'll have to suck it up for the time being.

"Stow your talk. Until then, you two are to be on your best behavior while we're here. Is that understood?" Raiden ordered them.

"Well looks like this is where we leave you guys in Headmaster Ozpin's hands. Anyway, we're going to meet all the new first years that passed and wait for the team announcing. Laters, gringos." Greg waved at the Ghost as him and his team walk towards the auditorium.

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Raiden had his mask in his hands and took in a deep breath as the Ghosts were seated inside Ozpin's office. It was rather large and based off as if it was in a clock. It was to say, unique in tastes.

"So, where shall we begin?" Ozpin asked them as he placed his hands together.

Raiden was up first talking to the headmaster. "Raiden James Williams. Is that correct?" Ozpin asked him as the questioning was going on.

"Yes, sir," Raiden replied to the Headmaster.

"Your rank is a Sargent within the army. You used to be part of an airborne division if I caught that right."

"82nd Airborne Division, sir. That's the one."

Ozpin nodded as he jotted that note down into his Scroll to be sure of that he is getting the right information down. "You are eighteen years of age, correct?"

"Yes, sir."

"Tell me about yourself."

"I was born in San Diego, California. Nice place. The beaches were nice, water was warm, sun was bright. My father was a soldier in the military. A special operations group known as the Guardians. He worked as a sniper before becoming general of the 11th Armored Marine Division. I had an okay childhood. Being an older sibling is tough, but worth it, knowing that your little brother is alright through school. Always depended on me to fight back for him. Even after when an organization called the Federation attacked, I never lost those instincts to take care for my family and friends. Because we're all we've got," Raiden explained.

"I see. Thank you, Mr. Williams."

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Alex was up next and he was feeling nervous in front this stranger. He's not really comfortable around people he doesn't know. That doesn't include friendly soldiers in the battlefield. It was just meeting new people that bothered him.

"Alex Daniel Williams?"

"Y-Yes, sir."

"Your rank is private first class of the army. You served alongside your brother in the airborne as well?"

"Yes, sir. I served with him in the same division. It was an honor to drop with the brave men of the 82nd airborne."

"You are seventeen years of age?"

"Yes, sir."

"Tell me a bit about yourself."

"Well, I was born a year after my brother, Raiden, was born. Despite being the second child in the family, I was always cared for with the same respect my brother was given. During my early years of school, I never really liked it. I was shy, couldn't talk well with others. I was bullied often. Soon, my brother taught me how to fight for myself. Those skills helped me survive attacks and ambushes by Federation soldiers. I have to fight to stay alive."

"I see. Thank you, Mr. Williams."

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Rick sighed as he leaned back into the chair slightly and placed his hands together. He was prepared to answer the questions and would it right.

"Rick Grimes Song. That is correct?"

"Yes, sir."

"Your rank is the same as your fellow squad member Alex Williams, is that correct?"

"Yes, sir."

"You served in the airborne as well. I must ask why you are all airborne?"

"Well, I was part of the 101st Screaming Eagles. We banded together because we saw what it looked like from above. We saw how violent it was, seeing the big picture. We wanted to change that... Sir."

"You are seventeen years of age?"

"Yes, sir."

"Tell me a bit about yourself."

"I was born in Seoul, South Korea. North Korea wasn't that nice and we didn't want to join them. My people always lived in constant fear of an attack from them. I grew up in a wealthy neighborhood. My dad was an engineer while my mom was a martial arts instructor. We soon moved to America when I was five. My dad was soon hired by a Private Military Company known as Atlas Corporation. Being an engineer back in Seoul have him a job there and paid us well. I become a techie thanks to him."

"Thank you, Mr...?"

"Grimes or Song will do."

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Derrick grumbled to himself. He wasn't up for things like these. He just wanted to go home back to Le Harve and forget everything that has happened. That wouldn't be the case.

"Derrick Sivert Haven? Is that correct?"

"Yes, sir."

"Your rank is a corporal in the army. You served as an airborne trooper, is that correct?"

"Yes, sir. I was part of the 517th Assault Division."

"You are twenty years old?"

"Oldest within my squad, yes."

"Tell me a bit about yourself, Mr. Haven."

"I was born in Paris, France. My father was part of the GIGN. A counter-offensive terrorist group. My mother was from Wales, but I can't remember quite where. My mother came to visit France one day and she was taken hostage by some piece of mèrde and taken to his goodies. My father came along with two other GIGN soldiers to save the hostages. And they fell in love at first sight. Weird, I know. I grew up in the GIGN. My father taught me to protect. The motto of the GIGN. Sauver des vies au mépris de la sienne. That means "To save lives without regard to its own".

"Thank you, Mr. Haven."

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In the auditorium...

"So whats this I hear about you having a crush on a girl, hermano?" Greg questioned while holding his little brother in a headlock and rubbing his knuckles on his head. Miguel squirmed around, trying to escape his older brother's grasp.

"Its not true. Y-you been mistaken! I don't have a crush on Ruby Rose!" Miguel defended himself, unwittingly letting out the name of his not-so-secret crush.

"I never said the name Ruby Rose, Miguel. You gave yourself away tis time." Greg replied, letting go of his brother. The younger sibling straightened his hair before putting his black cowboy hat back on. His face was red from embarrassment which caused Leland to snicker at the scene.

Meanwhile in Ozpin's office…

"Well, gentlemen. The members of Raider have decided after much discussing. They will join my school. They will learn how to become Hunters and protect the innocent. And maybe you don't have to fight in any other war. You'll be fighting for the peace that Remnant is in right now. And I'm sure you will uphold it,," Ozpin declared to the older Ghosts as the younger four just stood in front of the Headmaster.

"I can understand that and I can respect that. However as soon as this Agent Recon finds us a way back to Earth, the Ghosts are leaving. First Sergeant Johnston will be in charge of the platoon which includes both Echo and Raider Two-Five when that happens. All of them have family waiting for them back home on Earth. I don't." Deuce replied, shocking the remaining Ghosts and Raider Two-Five. They were surprised that their Captain would be staying behind instead of returning to Earth with them once a way was discovered. Raiden started to protest against this action along with the rest of his squad since they didn't want Deuce to be left behind. They actually wanted him to go back to Earth with the rest of them.

Derrick just snorted at his CO when he heard him say they all have family back on Earth. Everyone does have family back home. All except for one. "Ouais. Vous avez tous encore de la famille en quelque sorte à la maison. Non," (Yeah. All of you still have family of some sort back home. I don't) Derrick muttered as he crossed his arms.

"Thats where you're completely wrong, Corporal. You have family alright, just not of blood. The Ghosts are your family now. Even though they aren't French or Welsh or of your blood, they treat you like a brother and, just for Echo Squad, a son or nephew. They are your family in the end. You watch each other's backs, comfort each other when you feel down in the dumps. Heck they even see you as an older brother figure. So you may not having any living relatives but that doesn't matter since your family has been always right here working alongside with you. Is that understandable, Corporal?" Deuce explained to Derrick, most of the Ghosts either smiling and grinning at their fellow Ghost as the Captain made another one of his speeches of inspiration. The success rate of their effect has always been 100% successful.

Derrick rolled his eyes and snorted again. "Gardez en disant que, le capitaine. Je peux vous parier, cela ne va pas faire une différence. Ils aiment peut-être une famille pour moi, mais je perdu toute ma famille. Certains d'entre vous les gars ne savent pas que la douleur qui me hante." (Keep saying that, Captain. I can bet you, that ain't going to make a difference. They maybe like family to me, but I lost my entire family. Some of you guys don't know that pain that haunts me.)

"Look. There is someone on Earth that loves you and I'm sure that you'll find each other some day. The point is that I can't go with you guys back to Earth. Besides it would worsen things between my beautiful yet terrifying wife and myself if I pulled that dick move again. Understood, Raider Two-Five?" Deuce asked after making a small comment about his wife.

"Understood, sir. I'll try to keep my boys in line," Raiden replied back. "You hear him?" Raiden told his men. Derrick just nodded silently while Alex nodded like a puppy.

Meanwhile, Rick was having a hard time trying not to laugh. "Naneun seonjang amugeosdo museowohaji saeng-gaghaessda. machangajilo, salam-ui jasin-e uihae jeonche yeonbang geojeom-eul chwal-yeong. geuleona geuui anae? nan ... midgi neomu yeolsimhi chaj-a!" (I thought the Captain wasn't scared of anything. Like, the man's taken down an entire Federation stronghold by himself. But his wife? I... I find that too hard to believe!) It ended up failing and he started laughing his own ass off and fell off of his chair in the process.

"Rick, let me put it to you this way. My wife is a huntress and the leader of her own vigilante group. She is not to be around when angered or if you're married to her. She can be scary than ten Rorkes and-Oh shit! Is his little assassin Alice still tied up in the bag?" Deuce realizes what he had forgotten about and removed the large brown sack off of his back. He opened, revealing an angry eleven-year-old girl in a Federation Assassin uniform. Her arms and legs were tied up and there was a piece of duct tape over her mouth. She glared daggers at the Ghosts especially Derrick who was the one who caught her inside the Federation base in the first place.

Derrick sweated when he saw the little girl glaring at him. Her stare was enough to make him go on edge and made him move away from the bag. "Why did you guys make me tied her up? Mèrde."

"Get her away! Lock her up and make sure she doesn't get out!" Alex shouted as he started freaking out.

Now you know.

Logan reached down and ripped the piece of tape off her mouth, earning a small ow and a even darker glare.

"Alice doesn't like this situation at all even if Rorke-sama made this his last order." The girl started off, referring to herself in third person by her name. Rorke had been shot at the base by his own Federation commander when the brainwashing finally faded away from the ex-Ghost. As a request between Marines, Gabriel Rorke told Deuce Anderson to raise Alice differently as his last request before dying. Deuce would honor that promise since he was a man of his word.

Derrick just had chills invade his spine when he heard the voice of Alice. It was rather chilling to his liking. Like a devoted maid willing to do anything her master wants. "I've been watching too many maid animes..." He muttered.

Once again man, I didn't know. I'm so sorry.

Just then Velvet entered the room with a message in hand to the headmaster.

"Here is your mail from the AOV, Professor Ozpin. I hope the initiates will see you soon once..." Velvet trailed off when she spotted the small girl, freed from her bonds by Deuce, with her arms crossed with a huff. There was a moment of silence before Velvet squealed and pulled Alice into a tight hug. "Oh my Monty. You're so cute! Isn't she so adorable?"

"Alice doesn't like this hugging. She doesn't understand the ideas of affection except that it might be exploited as a weakness, something not understandable by Alice." Alice tried to escape but the hug was too powerful to escape from.

The younger Ghosts just started laughing at the sight of Velvet hugging Alice.

Alice, a high ranking assassin was being subdued by a rabbit Faunus that simply thought she was cute.

Rick was now rolling on the ground as tears of joy were leaking out of his eyes. "Mid-eul su eobs-seubnida. i hansimhada. ulineun ijeon il-eulhaeyahaessseubnida. geunyeoui bolyuleul eod-eul su gwiyeoun byeondeogseuleoun sonyeoleul gajyeoobnida. daesin-e ulineun geunyeoleul mukk-eo geunyeoleul nokeu delig-eul eod-eossda!" (I can't believe this. This is priceless. We should've done this earlier. Get a cute quirky girl to get a hold of her. Instead we got Derrick to tie her down and knock her out!)

Derrick didn't care what his friend just said as he couldn't hold himself back. "I... Yr wyf yn dymuno oedd gennym camera ... Rwyf eisiau cofio y dydd hwn nes byddaf yn marw ... (I... I wish we had a camera... I want to remember this day till I die...) Derrick choked in Welsh as he was laughing uncontrollably.

"Oh I nearly forgot! Ms. Pineda is coming up here to have a long talk with you guys. And when I mean talk, I really mean the sudden ending of your lives. She is one angry woman right now. In the meantime I going to show this cute little girl to the other girls so hope you guy survive." Velvet departed, carrying a confused and embarrassed Alice with her. Deuce paled at the mention of his wife and turned to Professor Ozpin. Except the man was gone already and there was a note on her desk that said "Good luck. Hope you don't die.". Suddenly a woman with long black hair, brown eyes that had a fire burning in them, and Hispanic skin entered the room, an aura of danger and pure sadism dripping off of her.

"Oh husband. How I missed you so much." Angelica Pineda said in a sickeningly sweet yet sadistic tone as she glared at Deuce and all of the Ghosts with a smile on her face and not a good one either.

The younger Ghosts just stiffened up and sweated when they felt her sadistic aura emitting off. "Pensez à des pensées heureuses ... des pensées heureuses ... des pensées heureuses ... des pensées heureuses ... Oh, nous allons mourir horriblement..." (Think of happy thoughts... Happy thoughts... Happy thoughts... Happy thoughts... Oh we're gonna die horribly...) Derrick muttered to himself before fainting at the mere thoughts of death from her.

Deuce raised his hands up to his chest level with his palms facing Angelica as he backed up slowly with the rest of the Ghosts.

"Angel, I know its been fifteen or so years since I left with Greg. I understand that you're mad-" Angelica pulled out one of her .357 Revolvers and shoots the floor near the group.

"Mad? Oh darling. I'm not mad at you. I'm pissed off by you really." Angelica replied stepping over the unconscious Derrick who was on the floor.

Rick was sweating like no tomorrow as she came closer to them. "Dangsin-eun geunyeoneun dangsin-ui anaewa cheonsa hochul? dangsin-eun naega eotteohge saeng-gaghaneunji algo sip-eo? geunyeoneun michin jis-iya! dangsin-eun geunyeowa gyeolhonhagi wihae gong-eul manh-ihaessdahaessseubnidahaeyahabnida! geunyeoneun yeogie uliege saeloun hanaleul jjij-eo geos!" (You call her your wife and angel? You wanna know what I think? She's crazy! You must've had a lot of balls to marry her! She's going to rip us a new one here!)

"Angel is her nickname since her full name is Angelica, numb nuts. She isn't always like this alright. Its just mommy and daddy issues, kids. And it looks like dad is in deep shit with mom right now." Deuce replied just as Angelica began to fire Dust rounds at the Ghosts with inhuman reloading speed as well.

"Then... Why... Do... We... Have... To... Suffer... Like... You?!" Alex yelped from each round that was landing on him. He was in a lot of pain right now but refused to go down and stayed on his feet. "This is insane! She's more insane then Rorke!"

"Because...You...Partially...To...Blame...For...My...Disappearance...In...Angelica's...Eyes...Really!" Deuce explained as Dust rounds continued to pound him constantly.

"That... Is just... Fucking... Insane!" Alex shouted as he still stood his ground. He was receiving a lot of pain right now he is not enjoying it one bit.

Derrick managed to wake up and saw what was happening. He decided to use this to his advantage and get out of there.

Suddenly a paralyzing Dust round struck Derrick in the back, sending him face first to the floor. Angelica fired paralyzing rounds at the Ghosts, causing them to freeze up and fall to the ground. The Tejano woman grabbed Derrick and threw him on top of the other Ghosts before storming towards her husband. All the Ghosts watched in horror as the Captain's wife kneeled down and looked over the fallen form of her husband.

"Next time you leave with our oldest son..." Angelica glared at Deuce while speaking in a sadistic way. The Ghosts looked away since it seemed like Deuce's life was about to be cut short. However his wife's tone and mood suddenly changed into a cheerful and more playful tone. "Leave a note explaining why, Deucey. The family missed you for all of these years you've been gone." Angelica finished, her eyes brighter and her smile more family friendly.

The Ghosts were just relieved that their CO was still going to live as they just watched from their paralyzed states. "Aww, that's just touching," Raiden commented. It was a little secret of his that he liked to read romance novels but no one really knew except his brother.

"Reading Prominence again?" Alex muttered.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Alex," Raiden replied back to his brother.

Derrick wasn't enjoying this right now. Paralyzed and beside the other downed Ghosts. "Yeah, sunshine and rainbows. Hé, mademoiselle, pourriez-vous probablement, oh, je ne sais pas ... Comment était-ce? Oh oui ... Aidez-nous ici! Cela n'a pas été très gentil de votre part de nous tirer comme ça." (Hey, miss, could you probably, oh, I don't know... What was it? Oh yeah... Help us over here! That wasn't very nice of you shooting us like that)

"What did that boy say, Deuce? Because if he is calling me horrible names, I will use bar soap on his mouth." Angelica sternly replied, causing Derrick to instantly shut up and remain quiet. The Ghosts slowly got back up after the effects of the rounds wore off and they could easily see the size difference between Deuce and Angelica. Angelica was actually petite and around Greg's height while Deuce was broad shouldered and about seven feet tall.

"She's pretty tiny if you don't mind my saying... Not like I have anything against small women," Rick quickly added at the end while sweating.

Raiden was whispering to Derrick as the two were arguing slightly at each other. Sighing silently, Derrick walked up towards Angelica and bowed slightly. "Pardon my words, madam. I meant nothing to saying anything bad about you. Pardonnez-moi de mes actions contre vous."

"What he's saying is that he's asking if you could forgive him for his actions against you, ma'am," Raiden translated for Angelica.

"Oh. Well actually I have to admit that I may have slightly went overboard in putting my husband back in place. But you are forgiven. All of you." Angelica sheepishly replied, pulling her husband down to her level by the collar of his shirt so that way she could kiss him. Just then they heard cheering and clapping down below in the auditorium as the teams were being announced.

Raiden clapped his hands together. "Well, I guess till we find a way home, we're gonna be here. Better late then never."

Alex sighed as he leaned back. "I mean, we only got Exo's. People here or whatever... They have these abilities and power stuff that seem to come out of tv shows. We can't compare to that."

"Uh you guys go ahead. I'll catch up with you boys later." Deuce called out as Angelica shoved the seven other Ghosts out of the office. Greg was walking down the hall with Velvet, who still carried Alice in her grasp, when they witnessed this happen. Suddenly there was a thump against the door as Greg and Velvet looked at each other. Suddenly they and the seven other Ghosts heard moaning coming from the Headmaster's office, causing Greg and Velvet to turn beet red at the meaning behind this.

Derrick just started snickering. This prompted the rest of his team to start snickering before turning out in full out laughter. They couldn't believe it. They were taken out of the office just for the two to start making out. Derrick just pointed a finger at Greg who was still blushing from what was going on. "Vous ... je ne peux pas y croire ... Je ne peux pas respirer ... Vos parents ... Je ne peux même pas penser comment ce drôle est. Profitez de ce gars!" (You... I can't believe it... I can't breathe... Your parents... I can't even think how funny this is. Enjoy it guys!)

Raiden recovered from the laughing as his squad was still laughing hard. He cleared his throat and looked at Greg seriously. "Sorry about that, it's been awhile since we had a good laugh." He then looked at his squad. "Alright, stow the laughter! Get going before I kick your asses to next week!"

This caused the three to stop laughing and they straightened up at him. "That's better," Raiden replied. "Now make way down to the auditorium. Wait there."

"Yeah. My mom can be um... somewhat emotional? I wasn't really sure until now though. Um... Just go to the auditorium now. Ozpin is expecting you anyway." Greg stammered out, a blush across his face from embarrassment. The Ghosts started to walk that way until Greg called out to them. "Hey! I almost forgot! Welcome to Beacon!"

Raiden turned around and grinned at him. He gave Greg a thumbs up and winked. "Thanks. Hope this'll go well for us here. Oh, and I almost forgot." He reached into his bag on his back and searched for something inside it. Feeling the familiar metal feeling of a can, he pulled it out. It was a read soda can with the iconic words of "Coca Cola" on it. He tossed it towards Greg. "Take this Coke, man. I was saving it for myself some time later, but I bet you could have one right now."

Greg caught it and returned the thumbs up before walking away with Velvet. Raiden turned to his squad and nodded as they started down the hall towards the stairs to reach the auditorium. Echo Squad minus Deuce did the same and followed after them.

"This is gonna be weird. I mean, look at us. We're just these guys in these weird metal exoskeletons that enhance our abilities in combat. What will people here think about that?" Alex asked his brother as he caught up to them.

Raiden shrugged as his prosthetic arm whirred around to the back of his head. "Beats me. I'm just glad we can still fight without them. If we rely on these too much, we'll lose our effectiveness before using them."

Moments Later in the Auditorium...

After introducing the last of the teams, Ozpin cleared his throat just as Team GRVL and the Ghosts arrived behind one of the stage curtains along with Coco from Team COFY. Coco told them that they should wear the masks since it would give them a mysterious and deadly appearance along with the "don't mess with us" attitude. Ozpin began a speech that cued the Ghosts minus Echo Squad to appear on stage.

"Masks on," Raiden told his squad. Pulling their masks up, they pulled them down over their faces and smoothed them out. The iconic white skull was adorned on their faces. They soon walked to the stage where Ozpin was. Various murmurs went through out the crowd when they saw the Ghosts on stage with their skull masks on.

"Given some... Thought, after some certain circumstances, we will be having another team here at Beacon. They may haven't done the initiation like all of you here, but they are just as skilled as you are. I'd like to introduce Team RADR to the front please."

The four Ghosts walked to the front of the stage and stood at the edge standing at ease.

Murmurs echoed through the room as the students were confused by the newcomes that were joining them. They must have arrived late if they managed to perform the initiation test today. While they were conversing, Ozpin cleared his throat a second time, grabbing everyone's attention.

"In relation to this surprise, the Agency of Vytal has decided to assign its second in command to observe and report the progress of this generation of Hunters and Huntresses." Ozpin continued as Agent Recon stepped onto the stage with his hands folded against his back.

Ozpin looked at the crowd of students for a moment before it died down again. "These young men... Young Ghosts, they're as capable as all of you. They have been training from their early childhoods and have been fighting for countless years. I expect you to give them the same respect as you do to your other fellow students around here."

"Now a word from Head Agent Marine Recon of the Agency of Vytal." Ozpin added stepping aside to allow the AOV man to speak.

"I'll keep this simple. I don't want to see or deal with any discriminatory cases here. You will treat each other with the same amount of respect and courtesy as you would with a fellow man. That means no hazing of Faunuses or Humans, no bigotry, no leaving someone behind because they are different. If any of these things happen here, I will have no problem with forcible drafting you into the VMC without hesitation. Don't test your luck, especially you, Mr. Winchester. I don't care if your daddy is the strongest Hunter of the area. I have looked death in the eye along with facing the devil himself. So welcome to Beacon Academy and congratulations." Recon sternly spoke in his Southern accent before walking off the stage, leaving the auditorium silence and thought.

The young Ghosts just nodded in thanks as they still stood on the stage. Transitioning from elite soldiers to new students at an academy they are now joining, how hard will it be for them?

"Tch," Derrick simply let out.

"You are dismissed. Go to your new dorms and rest. You've earned it." Ozpin finished, waves of first years leaving the auditorium.

Alex threw his hands in the air with a happy grunt. "Finally! After ten days of trudging through swamps, we finally get some sleep!" He cheered.

Raiden patted his head and laughed at him. "Sleep is good, little brother. We earned it. Besides, my feet are killing me."

Meanwhile Recon was leaning against the wall, looking up at the stars in sadness. He was thinking back to about twenty years ago or so when he was a fresh Captain out of the VMC officer's school. Particularly his first mission assigned to him by the AOV. He lost a very close friend and teacher on that mission and he was guilty about it. Then again he was shocked by how much the man had changed as well as how that mission changed him as well.

"Kurtz...Why did you let yourself end up like that?" Recon thought to himself before walking over to the staff dormitory with his hands in his trenchcoat.

Rick was taking a long look at each of the infrastructures of the building with a curious look on his face. "Thinking?" Raiden asked him.

The Korean shook his head. "Nah, learning my surroundings. Remember Chicago?" Rick reminded Raiden.

"Oh, yes. The ctOS system right?"

"That's the one."

"Why?"

"Just curious."

In Team GRVL's Dorm...

"So what are we goin' ta do tomorrow now that the first semester has started?" Leland asked as he fall back onto his bed. Randi sat at the small table, reading her book of spells, while Velvet and Greg were asking Alice different questions about the Ghosts' Earth.

"Well I'm going to ask my madre to watch over Alice since the Ghosts clearly don't want her." Greg pauses looking out the open window to see Team RADR's room across the courtyard in one of the other student dormitories. He looked back at his teammates once he was finished looking. "Also we get to demonstrate for Miss Goodwitch's Combat Class in front of the new first years. We get to fight a couple of them and see what they should improve on or work on this area and so on."

"So what now, boss?" Leland asked again, earning a sigh from Randi. Greg thought to himself before shrugging.

"Get some sleep I guess. Alice can have my bed. After all, Velvet and I share a bed now anyway." Greg replied, getting up and walking over towards Velvet. Alice rushed over to Greg's empty bed and lays in, instantly out like a light. Since everyone had showered and were in pajamas, there was no need to go change clothing, allowing them to all crawl into their beds. Greg laid down next to Velvet, wrapping an arm around her waist while she draped an arm over his chest in a hug. Randi climbed in the bunk above them and Leland turned out the light before crawling into his bed as well.

RADR's dorm...

Raiden himself was looking out their window and managed to see Greg on the other side. He just gave him a wave of his hand with the Marine doing the same. Without the the need of a scope or binoculars, he saw Alice seated beside Velvet chatting away with her.

He was glad he was able to move his body freely now. All of them. Some movements of the Exo-Suit restricted was sometimes flexibility. It would sometimes lock up after too much movement without rest. That rarely happens, but it does happen.

Raiden rubbed his prosthetic arm and looked at his friends. Alex was laying down on his bed snoring away with much needed sleep. Rick was up and about getting a small work station set up for tech and R&D. And Derrick. He was just sulking in the corner with his eyes on his father's GIGN knife.

"Listen up. I want you guys to remember that we're guests here at this fine school. I don't want any of you guys to be damn jerks. We are to treat people here with respect and equality. Nothing rash. Am I clear?" He asked them in a serious tone as that of a Drill Sergeant.

"Oui," Derrick muttered as he sharpened the knife in his hand.

"Loud and clear," Rick replied as he was still setting up.

"Yeaah..." Alex muttered and turned to his side.

When the lights went out in RADR's dorm, Raiden was seated on his bed with his back against the wall. A small drone was hovering in the air providing him a bit if light as he wrote in his journal.

'Well this is strange yet alright at the same time. First thing we were in South America about to take down the Federation. Next, we find ourselves here in a world called Remnant. I think it's safe to say that I have now seen my share of strangeness already in my lifetime. But enough of that. The Captain finally reunited with his family, which turned out better than we thought. And me and the guys here are now enrolled in an academy to train people to fight monsters. Haven't been in school for years. Hope Mr. Prescott is alright. But I just hope things will be alright here. And I hope Dad is alright.'

The Next Morning...

Greg and Velvet were peacefully sleeping when a aroma entered through their window. Due to Velvet's traits as a Faunus and Greg's love of good food, the two sat up and started sniffing the air. Their eyes shot up when they realized what they were smelling.

"Ms. Pineda's breakfast tacos!" "Madre's breakfast tacos!" They cried in unison as the rest of Team GRVL and Alice woke up and rushed to get dressed in their academy uniforms. Even Alice got one despite the fact she was eleven. The group rushed out of their dormitory and across the campus to the cafeteria.

Team GRVL arrived in the cafeteria with Team COFY and nearly all the students of Beacon Academy. Everyone was talking to friends while enjoying some of Angelica Pineda's Homemade Breakfast Tacos of Awesomeness. Side note on this topic, Miguel was the one who named it that and it stuck. Greg walked up to the serving line where his mother was wearing a red apron and making bacon and egg breakfast tacos for everyone.

"Good morning, madre." "Oh good morning, Greg." The mother and son greeted each other as the others sat down at one of the tables.

Greg walked back to his team carrying a plate of breakfast tacos for his teammates. He passed them out and sat down before he could begin eating his own breakfast taco. The taste was amazing and mind blowing which is why many of the second years were here this early in the morning. Team COFY sat down next to Team GRVL and talked to them about todays events.

Meanwhile in RADR's dorm...

The four were still asleep in their beds as they were out like lights. They've been walking through Miles of swamps and bogs in South America before prior coming to Remnant. Can't blame them if they haven't had a good nights sleep in awhile.

That's when Alex woke up and sniffed the air while sitting up. "Huh, what's that smell? It's smells... Wow... Awesome..."

Soon, the Ghosts, or now going by the name, Team RADR, walked into the cafeteria in their combats. They didn't have their school uniforms yet so they were allowed to wear their combat uniforms with the Exo's on. Rick just whistled. "Well, full packed room. Worse scenario. Manticore could show up."

"You didn't just say that," Alex muttered. "Manticore. Hate that shit."

The Ghosts stomachs just growled loudly as they were pretty hungry. Shrugging, Raiden walked over to the line with his friends in two as they waited in line for some food.

"I'm soo hungry..." Alex droned as his stomach growled loudly than the others.

"We'll get what's on the menu today. I hope it's better than the slop back in the mess back home," Raiden replied back.

They finally got to their turn and saw it was Angelica standing there with the food ready. Derrick grinned a bit as he bowed at her slightly. "Pourquoi, bonjour, mademoiselle. Avez-vous et le capitaine été ... Occupé la nuit dernière?" (Why, good morning, miss. Have you and the Captain been... Busy last night?) The French-Welsh man teased.

Raiden just punched him on the arm scolding him a bit. "Shut up man." He bowed a bit at Angelica himself and sighed. "Forgive me, ma'am. My friend can be a bit of a prick when it comes to talking to women."

"Am not!"

"Oh really?" Angelica raised an eyebrow as an evil smirk grows across her face. "Well then, Mr. Haven. It appears I might have to fail you in your cultural studies class today since you can't keep your lewd thoughts to yourself." Derrick's face falls as Angelica smirks at him, placing two breakfast tacos on his plate like everyone elses.

Derrick just muttered quietly to himself as he follows his team to their table. "Mèrde. Ms. Pineda can be scary," He said.

"That's because you decided to be a sicko up there, man. Never do that to a woman... Especially if she's armed to the teeth or serious," Raiden replied to him. He shook his head and placed his tray down on the table. "I can't believe I'm even leading this squad at times."

"Wait. You have problems with your own team? Man that must suck. Then again I used to be a member of Bastard Squad." Greg comments, reflecting on the rambunctious antics of the Marines of Bravo Platoon back on Earth. He quickly brushed those aside and goes back to eating his breakfast.

"You don't even know that half of it. I mean, my brother over here. He sleeps like a brick. I mean, you can throw a Flashbang into the room he's sleeping in and he won't get up. We almost had a horrid experience when we were attacked at night by a Federation squad," Raiden replied back as he took a bite of his taco. His eyes widened at the taste. "Oh that's good."

"That's nothing compared to what the Bastard Squad would do. They manage to get drunk all the time and actually fight better drunk than they are sober. I mean how is that even possible? It got to the point where they replaced the water in their water packs with Jack Daniels. That and the fact they were the biggest party animals ever." Greg mentions to Raiden, earning some snickering from Batista.

Raiden shrugged at him taking another bite. "To each his own, man. We have all seen out fair share if strangeness. And we'll only see more," The Ghost told him before munching down on the rest of the taco. He then winced in slight pain as his left arm acted up. "Damn arm."

Alex shot his older brother a worried look on his face when he saw him clutching his arm in pain. "Bro, you alright there?" Alex asked him.

Raiden just nodded back at him as he panted slightly. "Yeah... Just some phantom pain. It doesn't seem to leave no matter how much time seems to have passed."

"Sorry if I seem to be intruding, but what happened to your arm?" Randi asked him hearing the arm whirring slightly with it's motors whining.

"Demolitions gone wrong. I thought I was clear of the blast radius. But debris decided to slice into my arm socket and took my arm off." Raiden sighed as he showed the prosthetic arm on his left. It showed a slight sheen on it as it whirred a bit. "It maybe fake, but it feels real as hell. I can even feel the pain from that day. I can't forget it..."

"Wait. Why in bleedin' 'ell would ye be even within sight of the blasted demo if ye weren't sure about the blast radius!?" Batista demanded after he finished swallowing his food.

"It went off... Timer was fried... If I didn't do it, thousands of lives would've been lost. I'm sure you would've done the same thing if you were out in my situation," Raiden replied back to Batista. "I had to do it manually. That's why..."

"What exactly were you blowing up anyway? A weapons factory? A tank assembly line? The enemy's stock exchange?" Greg asked as he started to pul out his scroll in order to look at his schedule of the day.

Raiden simply took out a pad and turned it on. He did a couple motions on the screen before sliding it over to Greg. A small hologram formed showing a tank-like vehicle yet it had flying capabilities. "That's a KGM-25. Mobile artillery unit. Capable of demolishing half a city in an hour. It fires explosive rounds that are able to level an entire skyscraper in one hit. Two thousand lives were already lost before me and my squad reached it. When we did, we had to do what we had to do since the demo team was killed in combat. I hooked it up and was about to go until Alex got stuck on a rod on it. I managed to pull him off, but the explosion happened when I got him off at the last second. I'm lucky it's only my arm that had to go."

"Why not use a couple of Stingers or Javelins to bring it down instead? Better to take it down at a distance instead of going up close. Then again, nothing is more fun than the adrenaline flow of throwing C4 on a perfectly good dirtbike and bailing out and triggering the explosives just as it reaches the tank." Greg commented, smiling at that memory.

Raiden shook his head at him with his own little smile. "Well, it's mobile. And KGM's are always protected heavily with anti-air and anti-tank units. Sending in a small unit is the best. Besides, me and the guys didn't want to lose any of the action. We wanted a piece." He then sighed sadly. "But look what it got me instead. I'm an idiot for doing that run."

"Still don't see how a Stringer Anti-Air Missile Launcher wouldn't stop it. Those things are awesome and instant chopper killas!" Greg replied, slipping into his bad-boy Laredo Triad speak. He realized this and quickly shut his mouth.

"Armor plating on those things, it would make you question how it can still fly at the same time. A Stinger can't take it down that easily," Rick told the Marine. His head was still trying to wrap around the fact of how they even patched that much armor on a single vehicle like it.

"What about its underbelly?" Leland asked, an idea forming in his head.

"Oh, why are you asking that all of a sudden? It's not like a KGM is going to pop outta nowhere. What's your game?" Rick asked cautiously towards the Pyromaniac.

"I think I see what Batista is getting at. He's going to exploit a weakness of your enemies KGMs and create an explosive that deals with destroying that type of vehicle. Its a habit of Boom-Boom's really." Greg explained, earning approval from the Irish Hunter.

"Aye! Thats exactly what aye do! Ye can't blame me for bein' prepared for anythin'!"

"Eh bien, je suppose que ce est une façon de passer le temps. Chacun a ses propres loisirs. Même se il peut être très dangereux et stupide. Je veux dire, Rick ici est toujours bricoler avec les drones et le développement de nouveaux types de technologie pour nous," (Well, I guess that's a way of passing time. Everyone has their own hobbies. Even though it may be very dangerous and stupid. I mean, Rick here is always tinkering with drones and developing new types of tech for us.) Derrick replied to them earning a small nod from the Korean who was proud of his work. And there was living proof right there. Rick was already tinkering with a small fly drone of his as it twitched in his hands like a real fly.

"Ye still haven't answered me question yet. Does the underbelly have armor or not?" Leland asks again, pulling a blank set of blueprints from his backpack along with a pencil and eraser.

Rick took Raiden's pad and tapped on the hologram. It did a 360 degree spin around before it came to a complete stop. He then grabbed it and flipped it over to it's back to show the portion underneath it. "It's fairly strong. That's all I'm saying. It takes a bit to breach it before it can be compromised."

"Is there any spot where the armor's thinner than the rest of the Hover Tank and how much plating is it?" Batista questioned, preparing himself for designing a new explosive.

Rick enlarged the hologram of the KGM and tapped on a certain point of the armor. It was highlighted a bright orange and blinked a few times. "The armor there is the thinnest. About six inches of armor there. But it's still on tight so it needs to be knocked away in order to exploit it."

"Oh. Six inches? Well then. Aye have something already that can penetrate ten inches of armor at the most." Batista replied, slightly disappointed by the news.

Rick shook his head when he remembered something else. "Nah, it's not six inches. It's about twenty inches of armor. I forgot about that. We managed to salvage one and observe it before sending it to Atlas Corporation for... Things. The thing is a monster. That's why destroying it from the inside is recommended."

"Twenty inches!? Well aye suppose two of me Tank Can Openers should bust through that plus add in a third ta add a fire in the mix. Good thin' aye already made some ta be fired out of a couple of Greg's explosive launchers." Leland spoke out loud when in reality it was code word for "I will accept this challenge and create a explosive head that would go through thirty inches of armor plating" to the rest of Team GRVL. "Alright, lads! Aye shall accept yer challenge and make an explosive that will tear yer KGM a new arse hole with one shot!"

Rick grinned slightly at Leland and held his hand out to shake hands. "Fine. If it doesn't blow through, I get to know a couple of explosive secrets from you since you're an explosives man. Hal su issdamyeon geulsse, nae jasin-ibogo sip-eo," (Well, I wanna see for myself if you can) Rick betted against Leland.

"How about some cash as well? 50 Lien is me startin' bet. Sound fair?" Batista add, gripping Rick's hand.

Rick nodded at him and they shook hands firmly. "Agreed. Nuga seungli boja," (Let's see who wins) The Korean replied with a grin forming on his face.

Derrick shook his head at the two. "Je peux déjà dire que ce ne va pas bien finir," (I can already tell this isn't going to end well) Derrick muttered.

"Yeah...You lost already, gringos. When money, explosives, or gambling is involved when Batista is here, Boom-Boom always wins. I should have mentioned that sooner. Sorry." Greg shrugs sheepishly as Team GRVL along with Alice and started to head out of the cafeteria for their first class of the day.

Raiden sighed for a bit and rubbed his temples gently. "This is turning out great already." His eyes then widened and he looked at the leaving team. "Hey, what class does my team have? We were never given a memo or anything."

"Look on your scrolls if you got them yet. Anyway we're heading to Professor Port's as part of observing the first year class for this week so thats where you need to go." Greg explained, motioning the Ghosts to follow them.

The four Ghosts stood up from their table and stretched their limbs. Alex just sighed as he whined silently. "First day here in this world is learning? That sucks."

Raiden nodded a bit before patting his little brother's shoulder. "I know we've been fighting for a bit. But we should try to relax a bit. Besides, Douglas Elementary School wasn't the best. I was glad that place got destroyed," The Ghost Leader admitted. He never did liked that school.

Raiden soon caught up with Greg along with his own team and walked beside him. "So, what's up first? I ain't the expert here so you'll need to guide us for a bit. We'll get into the lingo before you know it. Just need guidance man."

"First of all, no one uses the word lingo anymore. Second Port teaches the first years on Grimm Studies. Basically you're suppose to learn about the various type of Grimm you would encounter as a Hunter or Huntress. Key word being supposed to." Greg replied as Velvet walked alongside him and held his hand.

Raiden nodded at him as he rubbed the back of his head. "Well, I suppose fighting those weird spider things counts as a Grimm, right? Those things don't even look right."

"Human centipede," Rick muttered.

"Ye mean the Archne? Oh those bleedin' beasts are the most dangerous around here especially if they are the bigger ones. Those use fricken webs ta trap opponents and prey and those are hard ta escape from. Be glad me and Randi were there ta kill that blasted cunt." Leland joins the conversation, interested in talking about Archne.

Rick smirked slightly. "Well, they won't be getting me that easily. I can hold them off with my machine gun and my Exo-Suit."

"Actually one nearly got your friend Derrick while he was in that Iron Man suit thing he was in. So in other words, they can get you even in an Exo-suit." Greg points out just as the two teams and Alice reach Professor Port's class.

Derrick huffed at him with his arms crossed. "AST suits are hard to crack. But that thing dented the armor like it was nothing. I would've ripped it apart with the suit before stomping on it."

Raiden sighed and patted Derrick's shoulder to stop his ranting if it will continue. "Derrick, it's already past. Just make sure you get Rick to inspect the AST before getting it repaired. Now let's get ourselves a seat for our first class in years."

"Well by time you would have fought that one off, twenty more would have surrounded you and tear you apart. You're lucky I had my USAS-12 fitted with 12 Gauge Fragmentation Dust Rounds yesterday." Greg mentions, causing some of the Ghosts to look at him confused.

Raiden scrunched his eyes in confusing for a moment before nodding in realization. "Oh, you mean one of those old timer shotguns. Yeah, we really don't have those around anymore. The M4A1 is still around since it's a reliable rifle. That shotgun of yours is old since we advanced more in the weaponry thanks to Atlas Corporation. We have advanced shotguns now that fire sonic bursts that can kill a man at close range."

"M4A1's? Meh. The Marines use the M27's, the Heckler and Koch M416, or M16 Assault Rifles back on the Earth I was on. Though we were the first military branch to use the returning .45 caliber pistols." Greg comments before quickly adding a comeback. "By the way, this old timer shotgun saved your asses the other day so don't go dissing it."

"To each his own. You have your weapons, I have mine. But it doesn't matter how ad aced it is. It all matters on the man behind the weapon. I mean, a pencil can be easily be used as a knife in close combat and kill with the same lethality as a knife," Raiden replied back as he ruffled his hair a bit.

"Oh well in that case, its definitely proven by the entire Marine Corps. Anyway we're here so go sit with your team." Greg ends the conversation, sitting with his teammates and Alice while Raiden sat down with his. In the center of the room is a rather portly man with gray hair and a thick mustache that hid his mouth. In his hands was a weapon combination of a Blunder gun and an ax.

"Monsters. Prowlers. Demons of the Night. But I prefer to call them prey." Professor Port started off in his boisterous tone, instantly boring Team GRVL and Alice since they knew what was going to happen.

Alex instantly took a position with his head placed on the row with his arms wrapped around his head. He was going to start catching some much needed sleep.

Rick just took out another fly drone and started tinkering with it with his eyes brightening at the sight.

Derrick just laid back with his arms crossed showing he wasn't interested.

Raiden meanwhile took out his pad and went to his notebook inside it to take down any important notes that would prove useful against the new enemy his team will combat pretty soon.

Batista was designing a new explosive for the challenge he recently accepted while Randi was reading her Book of Spells and Magic in order to learn some new spells that are useful in combat. Greg and Velvet were looking at their notes from last year since Port was giving the same lecture he gave them almost a year ago. Alice simply listened and tried to sift through the story in order to find the hidden lessons within it.

Raiden didn't mind listening to the Old Geezer, which Derrick took an instant in calling Port. Listening deeply into the stories behind Port held some important messages, lessons and tips that would be helpful in combat against the Grimm. Like for example, learning the behavior of a certain Grimm before engaging will prove useful to know how it will react and fight.

Moments later...

"So who has what it takes to prove themselves as a hunter?" The Professor announced, to which Weiss Schnee instantly volunteered out of anger after seeing her partner and team leader goofing around.

"I do!" The heiress answered to which a disappointed Jaune lowered his hand since she beat him to it.

The four Ghosts immediately reared their heads in the direction of Weiss who had her hand up. They all sweated when they saw the infuriated look on her face. They all took a second before agreeing that she isn't to mess around with.

"Whoa, elle est un peu désagréable, vous ne pensez pas? Elle agit comme ma mère sur son époque et est sur un saccage à Paris," (Whoa, she's a bit crabby, don't you think? She's acting like my mom on her period and is on a rampage through Paris) Derrick whispered to his team. This resulted in RADR snickering in response from the statement the French-Welsh man brought up.

Raiden facepalmed himself when he heard his teammate say that confidently. Turning to his side, he shook his head. "Don't. Ever say something like that ever again. We don't need every single opinion of yours in situations like these. It looks like she wants to prove herself. Let's take a look then."

Velvet and Greg watched the fight but at the same time had a conversation about Greg's returned father.

"So what did you learn about your father recently? Like how he meet your mom or what his past experience is in Remnant." The Australian accented Rabbit Faunus asked just as the Boaratusk charged at Weiss. The girl jumped out of the way before trying to stab the Grimm in the eye.

"Well he was born in the 1970's on Earth and actually served in Delta Force during Operations Desert Storm and Desert Saber in the 1990's. Then he switched over to the Marine Corps and became a Force Recon Marine before suddenly getting transported to Remnant and meeting mi madre. They fell in love and about nine months later got married. So after I was about two or three and Miguel was just born, Dad and I ended up getting sent back to Earth by accident and then he gets blasted to a different Earth while I'm stuck on his original home planet. So hes in his late forties or early fifties." Greg replied, the two teens witnessing Weiss's Dust rapier get stuck in the Grimm's tusks after turning to yell at her leader.

Rick and Alex couldn't help but snicker a bit at Weiss's distress as she was struggling to remove her rapier from Boarbatusk's tusks. "She's having a hard time removing it," Alex whispered to the Korean. This made Rick laugh softly as he held his stomach trying to control it.

Soon, they all widened their eyes when they saw her rapier being taken out of her grasp and thrown away leaving her weapon less. This was the only exciting thing that was happening so far and it shocked Derrick to see this. He leaned forward and placed his hands on the row with his eyes widening. "Mèrde. This isn't good."

Raiden placed a hand on his shoulder to calm him down. But he had his own little doubts storming in his mind. "She'll be fine. I know she can do it... But her anger is making her reckless."

"And there goes her weapon. This is why I prefer carrying a secondary weapon instead of just one. Now she has to dodge and wait for the right moment to make a grab for it." Greg observes, making a note of this incident so he could bring up the case of needing a secondary weapon. Velvet nodded at this before deciding to change the subject to something else.

"I hear that another Spurce Willis film is coming out next semester. Do you want to go see it as a group event or just a date?"

"Maybe as a date. Can't wait for the next Live or Die Hard Movie anyway."

Weiss soon managed to recover her weapon and got ready as the Boaratusk curled itself up into a ball like form and spun around in place gathering it's speed. It bolted towards her and she bent down. Two blue glyphs appeared, in front of her and overhead behind her. It got caught in the front one and it pushed it back from the speed it had behind it. Weiss them jumped back into the glyph overhead and stayed in place before propelling herself into the Grimm with her Parker piercing the exposed skin of the bottom that was shown.

"Bravo! Bra-vo! It appears we are indeed in the presence of a true Huntress-in-training!" Port applauded happily seeing the Heiress finishing off her opponent. Weiss just took that cue to snarl slightly before taking her leave. This made the other members of RWBY to be slightly concerned for their icy teammate. Port cleared his throat getting the class's attention. "We have enough time to have another bout for another potential Hunter here. Who would like to show their worth?" He asked the class.

Much to the students surprise, it was the prosthetic arm of the leader of RADR that raised his hand up. "I'm up for it," Raiden answered in a stern time with his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Very well, Mr. Williams. Mr. Pineda and Mr. Batista. I would like some help holding down the minotaurus cage." Port requested, the two second years complying reluctantly and holding down the cage. Inside was a serious angered Minotaurus that wanted to kill someone badly.

A few minutes later...

Raiden cracked his neck holding his helmet to the side as he walked down to the center of the room. He asked permission to leave the class for a bit to acquire his Exo-Suit. He was give said permission and went off to suit up.

Some of the students muttered to why he was wearing an Exo-Suit. He was admitted into the school for a reason, but with an Exo? That wasn't fair.

He had his M4A1 gripped in his right hand with the slung around his shoulders. A pistol was holstered to his right leg along with a couple of odd grenades strapped to his chest. He was currently wearing a plain white t-shirt underneath the black body armor. Black military cargo pants were along his bottoms with black combat boots. His Exo-Suit whirred and whined silently with each footfall towards the center.

"Hey, Professor! Will ye please hurry up already? This blasted beast is startin' to break through as it is!" Batista shouted over the constant banging of the minotaurs. Port looked at Raiden who nodded his head as a sign that he was ready. Port swung his Blunder Ax against the cage lock just as the two second years retreated into the stands. An angry Minotaurus rushed out and charged at Raiden with furious rage.

In a quick fluid motion, the Ghost placed his helmet on and lifted his M4 up at the same time. Grabbing the grip near the end of the barrel, Raiden grasped tightly on it and started unloading rounds into the Minotaurus. It didn't seem to work that well as it bounced off the skull plating it had on it's face and it's tough hide made it hard for the bullets to pierce through.

"Hey, Batista. How far do you think that Minotaurus will send him flying when it hits him?" Greg asked as he sat down next to his girlfriend.

"Oh. Probably embedded him inta a wall." Leland replied just as Raiden goes flying into a wall. Everyone winced at this, Raden shaking it off and jumping back down into the center again.

Raiden groaned slightly in pain from the ram of the bull as it snorted. "Bastard," Raiden muttered and spat on the ground. It let out a loud roar and charged towards him again. He then rolled to his right just as it rammed itself into the wall. It snorted in confusion as it was dazed slightly from the concrete wall. Raiden decided this was a good time to use his Sonics on his Exo-Suit. Setting the frequency to a small radius around him since he didn't want everyone to go deaf, he activated the Sonics function. He ran towards the stunned Grimm bull as a high pitched sound started ringing. It made it snort louder and shook it's head in pain.

"Got you now," Raiden muttered as he let go off his rifle and reared his fist back. Clenching it tightly, he jumped into the air and came back down smashing his fist into it's back along the spine. The Exo-Suit gave him a huge boost in strength and a loud crack was heard from that.

Unknown to him, he didn't knew that Faunus had more heightened hearing than humans. This caused them great pain in their hearing thanks to the Sonics.

"Yeow!" Velvet cried in pain, clutching her ears as Greg looked at her with great concern. Meanwhile Blake Belladonna grimaced as she tried to prevent herself from being recognized as a Faunus while feeling the pain against her ears as well.

The students were soon surprised to see Raiden mounting himself into the Minotaurus' back and began riding on it. It responded by trying to buck him off it's back while bellowing and snorting. Raiden kept a good grip on a loose plating of bone on it's back and held on for a long ride. "Is that guy insane?" One of the students muttered.

Raiden snarled at the stubborn Grimm bull and reared his right fist back again with his Exo whirring. "Got you now, bitch!" He shouted and threw his fist back down. The velocity behind it as it made contact with the neck was bone breaking when a loud sickening crack was heard. The Minotaurus collapsed to the ground and was struggling to get back up but couldn't make it's lower half do anything since it's spine was severed. Raiden slowly got off of it's back and walked in front of it. He turned off his Sonics relieving the Faunus populace in the room. He sighed to himself before bringing his leg up and curb stomped it's face. The force behind the kick managed to break the bone mask of the Grimm and shattered to pieces. The Ghost was panting as he shook his head and looked at Port and nodded giving him a thumbs up.

"Well good job, dude! However you could have knee capped it instead of going through that horrible process of killing it. Minotaurus have a universal weakness of having unprotected knee caps." One First Year shouted out to the Ghost down below.

Mr Raiden just glared at the First a Year student with a serious look in his eyes making him stay quiet. "You should've told me that earlier," He panted out.

Port however was amazed by the Ghost's way of fighting against the Minotaurus in the fight. He clapped his hands before he patted Raiden on the back. There was a smile behind that large grey moustache of his. "Well done. I see that you have the potential to be a future Huntsman, Mr. Williams!"

Raiden nodded at him and chuckled a bit. "Thank you, sir."

The bell rang and students grabbed their things before leaving for next period. Team GRVL got up along with Alice and exited the classroom with Teams RWBY, JNPR, and RADR in tow. The next class they had was combat studies with Ms. Goodwitch. Since GRVL was there to observe, they weren't required to fight unless a student challenged them.

Raiden told his guys to gear up into their Exo-Suits for the upcoming matches that would be coming up. They wouldn't last a minute there if they didn't have them on. They knew how potential the students were here and would get mopped on the floor in the fighting.

As they went to suit up into their Exo's, Raiden was the only member left of his team walking alongside GRVL. He then looked at Greg who was holding hands with Velvet. "Hey, Greg? I'm wondering if you want to spar against me since I heard I can challenge you Second Year students."

Greg sighs at this, turning to face Raiden.

"Why does everyone want to spar against me?" Greg muttered this to Velvet and himself before answering Raiden's question. "Fine. Urban Zone or Classic Arena?"

"Urban Zone. And surprise me. I want to see what you got. If you're better than me, alright. I just to see what you got. Well, see ya in a bit." Raiden turned around and walked ahead of GRVL towards the combat room for the upcoming sparring.

"Okay then. Let me get ready first. Also tell Ms. Goodwitch that you challenged me to a match in the Urban Zone. I'll be back soon." Greg replied, heading towards his team's dorm to change into combat gear and equip himself with some weapons.

"I hear you. I'll let her know about that. I also gotta grab the rest of my gear. I was only going light on that bull I fought earlier," Raiden replied back to Greg and went off to find the professor.

Greg reached his team's dorm after rushing across the massive courtyard of the academy grounds and steed inside. He went straight for his closet and opened the doors, revealing a couple of different Marine combat uniforms and some of his regular clothes. Greg knew that the Urban Zone was filled with gray concrete buildings and ruins so he choose something that would at least look better than Desert Camo or MARPAT Green. In the end he decided to go with the older green camouflage uniform he used in boot camp. He geared himself up with the entire combat uniform including the helmet and goggles resting on top covered in a green cover. He strapped on a Kevlar vest before closing the closet door. He turned to a nearby weapons crate and opened it up. He choose a Beretta Pistol with thirteen round magazines and an M16A3 Assault Rifle with Three Round Burst and an underbarrel Grenade Launcher. These were the weapons his father used during Desert Storm and he figured maybe he could prove that the despite their age, these weapons were still able to kick ass. At the last moment as he was leaving, Greg strapped a Ka-Bar Combat Knife into his boot which was hidden out of view.

Greg's scroll vibrated in his vest pocket as Velvet called him to give him a heads up. The Marine reached for it and expanded it once it was out.

"Hey, Velvy! What's going on?"

"Greg, you might want to wear some green camo or something because the Urban Zone is now the Jungle Ruins Zone. The place looks like a jungle now instead of a city warzone." Velvet replied causing Greg to quickly rush back into the dorm and grab a couple of claymores with some tripwire along with a few Dust Frag Grenades. He hid them inside a camouflage backpack to prevent Raiden from seeing what else he had on his person. He went into the bathroom and asked Velvet what the colors of the jungle were like.

"Lots of dark green, brown and black. Why are you asking?"

"Oh nothing. Just putting on the classic jungle mascara on my face." Greg joked as he painted a green, brown and black camo pattern on his face.

Raiden quickly ran back to his dorm before he decided to go talk to Prof. Goodwitch on the current situation. Opening the door, he saw his fellow team members suiting themselves up in their Exo-Suits. "Hey, Rai," Alex greeted him as he tightened the Exoskeleton around his limbs.

"Hey, baby bro," Raiden replied back as he went to his duffle bag. He picked it up from the ground and placed it on his bed. Opening it up, he took out an Atlas 45 pistol and tossed his brother the pistol he had holstered. He took out a few more grenades and some magazines for his M4A1 and placed them in the ammunition pockets he had. "Gear up well. We'll be in a tough fight," He said to his team before running out.

Raiden was jogging back to the combat room with his M4A1 in grasp as he jogged. He wasn't updated about the sudden change of environment change of the arena. But to him, he was able to adapt quickly in a changing battlefield. His Exo-Suit was custom built to adapt quickly to a given situation and was given state of the art adaptable systems. From his Sonics to Cloaking. He was ready. Ready for almost everything.

But he was checking on his left arm that he didn't notice that he ran into one of the First Year students. He fell over and ended up squishing the person underneath him. He groaned a bit and soon blushed when his face was in a large cleavage. Instantly, he knew this was a girl. He quickly got off of her and stood up. "S-Sorry! He stuttered in apology to her. He quickly helped her up to her feet and dusted her off. "Just in a rush here."

The girl had long blond hair that past her waist. It seemed to give off a slight glow of light from it. He took a slightly closer look at her eyes to see they were a lilac colour. 'Strange,' He wondered.

"Nah, it's fine. I've taken worse. So, you're fighting in the combat class?" She asked him.

"Yep. Hope you get to watch, Uhhh..."

"Yang. Nice to metcha."

"Raiden. Now I gotta go."

Soon enough, the other three members of RADR were all suited up and geared up with their weapons. They were doing a quick march down the hallway all dressed in a similar way to Raiden. A number of times, the youngest of the Ghosts actually worked alongside Atlas mercenaries on a few missions. They saw how brutal they are in combat in any given situation. Thanks to Rick's father being an engineer at Atlas, they were given the authorization to train with them.

"Team RADR, report to combat room 11-C for your exercise. Would Team RADR make way to combat room 11-C?" The intercom said a couple times.

"I guess we're gonna do something then," Alex muttered..

Moments later...

"Shit, man. That looks like Panama or Grenada. I'll definitely know how Old Bastard felt when he was fighting rebels during the 80's and 90's soon enough." Greg commented to Batista as they looked at the massive area outside. Formerly known as the Urban Zone, the Jungle Ruins was now covered with a massive forest similar to those of South America. Dark, wet, and filled with so much vegetation that one would need a machete to cut through it. Batista was outfitted in the same gear as Greg along with rest of Team GRVL. Ms. Goodwitch decided to make it a team deathmatch like event minus the part about dying.

Due to the fact that they were the ones being challenged, Team GRV was allowed a fifteen minute set up period where they would enter the outside zone without Team RADR's knowledge and were allowed to set up traps and positions. Thanks to Greg's knowledge of guerrilla tactics from being taught by Old Bastard of Bastard Squad, the area was covered with hidden tripwires with grenades attached to them, holes covered in well to blend in with the area, and claymores that were carefully set up and also hidden to where it would set off by the time someone would realize it. With five minutes left before match start, Greg decided to go over the plan one more time.

"Okay, Junior Leathernecks and yes, that is your combat nickname today. When the Ghost OPFOR Team Romeo Alpha Delta Romeo Exo-suits moves through the jungle, we will let the traps and pitfalls delay them to allow us to ready ourselves for combat. Now Boom-Boom had Martin Pidel AKA Hard Drive of Team HAKR download the schematics of all of the Ghosts' exo-suits and discovered that they have cloaking devices. So in place of Dust Grenades, I have removed the Dust and replaced it with white paint. So when they hit the wires, they will become whiter than the dead Michael Jackson and that dude was actually black. Also we had headsets that will muffle the effects of their sonics especially for Velvet because of her proud Faunus Heritage and her cute brown rabbit ears. Once they reached us, we let loose with our Sixteens on the leader, the sniper, and the hacker while Batista uses the M60E3 and his specialized LAW 80 Anti-Tank Rocket launcher on the Iron Man guy. We clear? Good. Lets move out, Gravel!" With that the silently crawled and disappeared into the jungle, Velvet's rabbit ears tucked inside her helmet and everyone had camouflaged faces.

Meanwhile outside, t-minus two mikes...

RADR was outside of the Jungle Zone as they looked into it. They were well trained enough to fight in jungle environments thanks to fighting in the South American jungles for months on end. But that didn't meant they didn't like it.

Alex just groaned in annoyance as he saw the wet plantation around with the familiar sounds of crickets going about. He held his L115 Sniper Rifle in hand and gripped it hard. "But we just got out of the damn jungle. Now we're heading back in?" He complained like a whining child who had his ice cream stolen.

Raiden nodded as he hefted his M4 over his shoulders. "I hate it as well. But we have to do this." He then called his team together into a small huddle. "Okay. Be prepared for ambushes or traps. Rick, activate your sonar. Use it to detect any traps or any movement. If we are ambushed in process, I want you guys to remain calm. Alex, throw a nine-banger and drop a smoke so we can fall back and rethink our strategy. It should give us at least a minute or two of time to hide and ambush ourselves. Remember back near Rio in the jungles when we got ambushed. Got it?"

"Loud and clear!" The rest bellowed.

"Good. Raider!"

"Two-Five!"

"Raider!"

"Two-Five!"

Derrick punched a couple commands into his Exo-Suit and grinned a bit as his L.A.S.T suit and took out his minigun. "Alright, stay close but tight. Move out." With that, they walked into the foliage.

"Tejano, this is Rabbit. Four hostiles have entered the zone and are heading in direction of planned route. Be advised, I overheard them mention about sonars that could detect traps as well as their team. This could pose as a problem, over." Velvet whispered into her headset as the Ghosts entered the jungle. The part about sonars made her uneasy that they had the advantage. Just then Greg replied on the radio with something that put her fears aside.

"Tejano to Rabbit. The schematics that TNT got reveal that the sonars are very ineffective when in jungle conditions. Also we made the traps fit in with the contours of the land so that way they would fool the sonars the OPFOR has equipped. Not to mention there is a lot of wildlife here that is about our size that would fool the sonars. In fact, I had to convince TNT not to get us some venison for tonight. Now head back into the jungle and regroup at Position Alpha. Over and out."

"Solid copy, Tejano. Rabbit out." With that Velvet disappeared into the jungle and made her way silently to Position Alpha.

RADR had their weapons up and ready to fire as they cautiously marched through the jungle. The Korean was cursing silently to himself as he looked at his left arm looking at the sonar. "Boss, sonars fucked up. Showing multiple signs of other things in here. Can't find any traps as well."

"At least we tried. Turn it off to conserve the battery, Sucker. Just stay frosty," Raiden replied back using Rick's nickname. He earned that nickname after knocking the most trainees out in training thanks to his martial arts training.

Alex had his eyes through his scope of his rifle as he scanned the area. He was glad he added a target enhancer into the scope but it wasn't picking anything up. "Nothing on my scope, bro. We're in a dead zone," He muttered.

Derrick just snorted as he marched in his L.A.S.T. "Yeah, because those guys are cowa-AAAAARDS!" He screamed when the ground gave way underneath him. He landed with a loud thud on the ground and groaned. "Mèrde, are they trying to kill us?" Derrick cursed.

"Get out of your L.A.S.T and jump up back here. No need to whine," Raiden told him. Derrick sighed with a nod and did so. A moment passed on by as his armor slid away and he bent down. He jumped up and his Exo started his boost jump propelling him into the air and he landed beside his leader. "Good." He then looked at his brother. "Alex, throw a threat indicator. We need to see where they are."

Alex nodded as he slipped a cylinder off of his straps and armed it. "Fire in the hole," He said and chucked it high into their air and flew away from them.

Threat indicators are special types of grenades that are non-lethal and spot out hostiles using their bio signatures.

Just as the grenade exploded, gunfire ignited all around them. The sounds of AK-47s and other Russian made weapons scared the Ghosts senselessly and they ducked as bullets flew through the air. However this was actually a false ambush since Batista and Randi set up a couple of dummies dressed in guerrilla fighter clothing and set up the weapons to go off on their own.

"Busty Witch to Tejano. Crossfire trap was just set off and has got them pinned and scared shitless. They think that it's actually us for now. Retreating to my next position over and out." Randi advised on her headset as she walked off deeper into the jungle, letting the dummies do their job.

"Fuck! Stay down!" Raiden shouted as he rolled onto his back.

Alex quickly scrambled towards a tree and ducked behind it as he held his helmeted head as he was panting hard. "Where's that fire coming from?!" He shouted as the bullets whizzed on by.

Derrick snarled as he activated his L.A.S.T again and stood up. The bullets were deflected off the armor as they made contact with it. He took out his minigun and started firing away at the muzzle flashes he saw. He was shouting curses in French as he fired away. Moments past on by before the gunfire stopped. Derrick lowered his right arm to his side as it smoked from the constant firing. "They're iced," He said making everyone get up.

Rick ran towards one of the locations he saw muzzle fire coming from and his eyes twitched when he saw what it was. "Dummies, Boss! They're equipped with AK-47's. They somehow fired at us!"

"No doubt a diversion. Fuck, I can't believe we fell for it. Okay, get yourself a ready for anything. We gotta move. Now." They all nodded as they followed their leaders lead.

There was a clearing up ahead with a building covered in vines and shrubs. The Ghosts activated their cloaks and moved slowly through a field of tall grass as they approached this building. However they failed to notice that they were in tripwire central since the field was filled with wire attached to paint grenades. Alex managed to snag his foot on one of these and a blast of white paint revealed four silhouettes of the Ghosts, their cloaks render useless now.

"TNT ta Tejano. These lads are painted white as snow. Or as ye would say it, whiter than Michael Jackson. Movin' ta the next position, over." Batista spoke into his headset, crawling through the jungle away from the area which the Ghosts failed to notice in the first place. Batista escaped without being spotted or discovered as the Ghosts wiped the paint off of their faces at the most.

"Mèrde! What the fuck?! What the fuck is this?!" Derricks gouged as he ended up getting some of the paint in his mouth. "This is disgusting!" He cursed and spat what he could out.

Raiden groaned in annoyance as he wiped the paint away from his face with the back of his right hand. "Be glad our weapons aren't jammed."

Alex was just grumbling in the same annoyance as his older brother as he sat on the ground wiping the paint off his face slowly. "Ugh, paint. Cloaking ain't going to work anymore."

"Shit. This ain't good. They're just toying with us, Boss," Rick brought up as he tried to remove the paint away from his hair.

"Then let's find them to end their fun," Raiden said before walking away away again.

Greg was listening to the constant chatter of his comms as everyone reported success so far on messing with the Ghosts. He was making sure that his own M16A2 was in working order before getting up and looking down the forest hill. The Ghosts had pushed past the clearing and were heading up the hill towards him. This hill was covered with tripwires and claymores he had spent setting up so well for the past few minutes. He watched as Derrick in his L.A.S.T. armor thing set off a trap that was designed to go off by weight amount. This was designed for him and a large branch swung at him sending him onto the ground on his back. While that happened, Alex and Rick went flying back after tripping a Dust Claymore off. As for Raiden, he ended up falling in a hole, causing Greg to smirk as he retreated away from the area.

The Ghosts slowly got back and recovered their bearings as they all rested upon some trees. But that didn't mean they lowered their guards as they had their weapons ready. Paranoia has it's advantages.

Rick had his hand pressed against his head as he panted a bit from the traps they all set off. He raised his head up to look at the sun and sighed briefly. "They're tiring us out. By the time we do find them, we'll be too damn tired to even fire a shot off."

Raiden nodded and removed his helmet off his head and placed it between his legs. "I know. We need to flush them out." He lowered his head and gathered his thoughts for a moment as he tried to think of something.

Raiden's ears then twitched when he heard scraping. Looking up, he saw Alex with a flint and his knife. He was rubbing the flint along the metal making sparks fly out. It landed on some dry vegetation making it burn into a crisp. "That's it!" Raiden shouted. He then looked at Derrick who had a grass strand in his mouth. "Your suit still has that napalm flamethrower?"

"Oui, Boss," Derrick answered back plainly.

"We're gonna burn them out. We'll flush them out of their hiding places. That will also destroy any traps."

All what the French-Welsh man did was twist into a wry grin. Standing up in his L.A.S.T suit, he switched the minigun into a cylinder like tube with a small flame flickering in the front. "You guys might want to get behind me." They all stood up and got behind him. He let out a small snort before he turned on the flamethrower. Flames spurted out from his arm and latched onto the trees. The napalm stuck to the trees and started to burn away at them. Any moisture was taken away as the flaming substance evaporated it making it a dryer place, easily burning.

"What in the bleedin' hell!? Those bastids are burnin' the zone down!" Batista exclaimed as he spotted the Ghosts hiding behind Derrick who wielded a flamethrower like a maniac. "And they called me the pyromaniac."

Batista pulled out a grenade and threw it high into the air towards the Ghosts. When it reached the area, it exploded into a large cloud of soda acid also known as fire extinguisher foam that extinguished both the fire and screwed up Derrick's flamethrower big time. Batista rushed out of the area while the Ghost were trying to dig a way out of the wet foam.

Derrick was panicking as the foam clogged up the flamethrower causing some of the tanks to swell up in his L.A.S.T suit. "Mèrde! Mèrde! Mèrde!" The only option he had was to detach the fuel tanks off the suit so he won't explode. He did that option and tank large red air tanks were discharged from his back.

The other three were just exclaiming in annoyance. They just had enough of this. They just wanted to go fight already before an hour has passed on. "Throw a threat indicator again!" Raiden shouted.

This time it was the Korean that pulled it out. Pressing the button, he threw it in front of them and it sailed through the air. A few seconds went by before a flash of red bursted out. That's when they saw two figures. And one of them had rabbit ears. "Contact! Twelve o'clock!" Rick shouted before he started shooting his SAW in front of them.

Elsewhere...

Batista ran back to their hidden underground tunnel system deep within the jungle and into their command post to find Velvet, Randi and Greg getting ready to play a game of cards around a small crate.

"So how long do ye think it will take the lads ta realize that those are our more elaborate dummies up there firin' at them instead of us?" Batista asked as he sat down next to Randi. They had rigged a couple of dummies to look like them and armed with the same weapons except they were dummies brought to life thanks to Randi's magic. Velvet and Randi shrugged as Greg dealt the cards for go fish.

"Maybe between five to ten minutes. By now, they're low on both ammo and probably patience. After all, I would be livid and not thinking straight too if I was in their shoes." Greg replied, starting the game of cards. "So who wants to go first?"

Raiden then noticed something as Rick fired. "Cease fire! Cease fire! Cease fucking fire damn it!" He shouted. Rick lowered his machine gun as the barrel smoked from the fire. "We have to start putting our heads together. Get them out of our asses. Those two ain't firing back for a reason. They're like the dummies we encounter not so long ago."

Rick just kicked at the ground in frustration as he held his SAW closely. "Damn. Now look at us. We're fucking tired. We're low on our ammo. Alex practically are away at our rations. And I have to repair the L.A.S.T when we're done here! This is too damn fucking annoying!" The Korean complained before he started punching away at a tree. The Exo-Suit enhanced his strength making the tree splinter with each punch. On the tenth punch, the tree broke in half and fell off, making a loud thud as it crashed on the ground.

Alex just sat down on the ground as he leaned against his rifle. "Well we ain't gonna find them sooner or later. We might as well give up. I even got some of that paint into my underwear!"

Raiden sighed as he patted his brother's head. "I know. I want to concede to. But we can't give up yet. We need to keep going or we fail trying. They're fighting like guerrillas. Remember back in New Baghdad when we fought with Atlas for some money to give to the military to use?" Raiden brought up. "This is just like that but in the jungle. Which means we need to think like them."

"I remember a Federation outpost being underground that one time. Could it be possible here?" Derrick asked his leader as he scratched away at his face.

"Possible. Only one way to find out. Get an X-Ray scan on the ground. We might find something. And when there's an outpost, there's tech. Rick, see if you can be able to find any systems out here. We need to exploit them."

"Heard ya, Boss."

After a few rounds of go-fish, Greg excused himself to go out scouting for the Ghosts. About twenty minutes of crawling through the jungle, he spotted them in the distance looking for tunnel entrances.

"Heads up, Gravel. OPFOR has figured out our tunnels and are currently searching for them. Gather your gear and the radio pack set and booby-trap the place before moving to Outpost Bravo. I'll meet up with you guys there in a few mikes later. Tejano out." Greg informed his teammates on the headsets as he watched the Ghosts through his binoculars.

As Derrick was rigging some explosives to blow up the ground looking for underground tunnels, Alex shuddered when a chill went up his spine. "Somebody's' watching," He whispered to himself. Slowly raising his rifle up, he placed his eye through the scope and scanned around. This was always something that the Sniper had. He always had a chill going down his spine whenever he felt someone's gaze on him. Not just from friends, it didn't work like that. It worked as an early warning system to him to alert him of something. "Where are you?" He muttered. He continued to do this until he saw something amidst the foliage. He couldn't quite make it out.

"Huh?"

"Oh crap." Greg muttered as he slowly lowered his binoculars and pressed his face against the ground. Alex hadn't spotted him yet but was looking in his general direction. Alex was about to pull the trigger to fire a round at the unusual thing when the sound of a three round burst of an M16A2 from the east grabbed their attention. Greg quickly crawled back into the jungle and out of the area, thankful for one of the motion sensor sound speaker devices they had set up.

Alex chuckled as he continued walked alongside the Korean. He just wanted something to eat right now and he was starving slightly. He felt his stomach growl and he sighed. "I'm soo hungry!" He whined a bit.

Rick laughed. "Maybe you shouldn't eat as much. You're like Natsu."

"Whatever." But then, another chill ran down his spine. He looked around and placed his scope again. "Not again."

"What?"

"We're being watched."

Suddenly the two Ghosts fell to the ground, knocked out with tree branches by Randi and Leland. The two second years were trying to reach Greg and Velvet until Rick and Alex appeared. After hearing about the creepy statement of being watched, they jumped out from behind, M16A2s resting on their slings, and bashed them on the head to knock them out. They dropped the branches and left the area before the two Ghosts regained consciousness moments later.

Raiden meanwhile was getting worried about the two. "They should've come back by now," He said outloud.

Derricks grudges as he got the rest of the explosives ready. "Beats me. They're the youngest."

"My brother is the youngest of us all. And he tends to come back quickly. But this is weird," Raiden brought up. His brother was a quick one. Always to come back within minutes of doing an order. But it has been five now, more than what takes Alex. He then sensed something inside his gut. He looked at Derrick and tapped his back. "Eloignez-vous des explosifs. Ne demandez pas pourquoi, tout simplement." (Move away from the explosives. Don't ask why, just do it.)

The French-Welsh man just gave him a questioning look only to have Raiden nod slightly at him. Slowly standing up, the two moved away from the small pile of C-4 amassed to blow up the ground for underground tunnel networks. Looking in the direction of where his brother and the Korean went, he did a couple hand signs to Derrick. [Throw two smart grenades East. I'll throw a nine-banger. Got it?]

Derrick nodded at him and pulled two grenades off of his chest. Raiden pulled one if his chest and cycled through the functions of it. He set it to nine-banger and pulled the pin. He then threw it far thanks to the Exo-Suit. Derrick threw the two grenades far and they stopped in midair. They hovered a bit in the air for a few seconds before propelling themselves towards the foliage.

Randi and Leland quickly regrouped with Greg and Velvet as Team GRVL moved cautiously through the forest, wary of the traps they set up and natural hazards that were common in the jungle. Just then they heard three explosions and instantly dropped to the dirt ground, readying themselves for combat. However Greg was on his knee and looked around the area.

"Stand down, team. Those explosions aren't near us so we're clear. However good job on your reaction time and knowledge." Greg replied standing up and helping his teammates to their feet. After brushing the dirt off of their pants, Team GRVL continued on their way to the next outpost.

"Nothing. Collect the C-4. I think we don't need to find out anymore," Raiden told Derrick. The French-Welsh man just groaned in protest before he went back to the small pile and started recollecting them.

"This is pointless. We're never going to find them," Derrick muttered as he stuffed the C-4 away in his vests.

"Stow the talk. An if I know my brother, I think he would have a bead on them now."

With the other two...

Alex groaned in pain and placed hand on the back of his head. "Damn, that ain't leaving anytime soon," He muttered. He looked at Rock to see that he was in a similar state. "Dude, stims."

Rick just nodded with a groan of his own and reached into his vest pockets. He pulled out to syringes and tossed one over to the Sniper. "Go ahead." He pulled the cap off with his teeth and spat it out and injected himself with the needle. Alex did the same as well and they both flinched in pain before feeling a sense of relief. Pain and aches in the body went away thanks to that little syringe.

Alex then noticed some footprints on the ground as well some disturbed foliage. "Hey, found something."

"How much longer do ye think those lads will take until they reach the ambush site, boss?" Leland questioned Greg as he aimed his LAW 80 down at the planned ambush point. It was a small gulley which the only way out was through this small stream that flowed into the gulley. There was a second path, but Team GRVL had mined and tripwired the whole path with grenades, Claymores, and pitfalls. Plus the added a "Warning: Minefield Ahead" sign in front of the second path to discourage its use. Of course the Ghosts would ignore it at first and then take the gulley once they realized that the area was too dangerous and tiring for them. Currently the team were laying prone above the gully waiting to strike and make true first contact with Team RADR. Greg looked at Batista and held up three then five of his fingers.

"Three to Five mikes." Was the silent answer as Greg turned back to the gulley and had his M16A2 at the ready.

The four Ghosts were seated at the bank of the small stream that lease into the gulley. Rick was able to at least get some rough reconnaissance thanks to a couple fly drones he deployed out. Using thermal specs, he was able to get a rough location of were a likely ambush point was. "Boss, mostly here. That gulley over there ain't a good one. This stream leads up to a likely place for an ambush," Rick told him as he showed him the footage.

Raiden nodded as he studied the footage closely. He then noticed that the paint was starting to chip off and saw that the foliage was fairly dense. "Wash off," He told his squad. "The paints chippin' off. We can wash it off. Cloaks will be useful here."

They didn't say another word as they just jumped into the stream. Alex just yelped at the contact. "COLD!"

A few minutes later...

Getting out of the stream, they were fairly soaked, but nonetheless had most of the paint off of them. Drying off for a moment, Raiden cracked his neck. "Now."

They all did it at the same time. Their bodies soon became transparent and they soon moved out.

Velvet heard a small buzzing noise and looked up to see one of Rick's fly drones nearby. It was scouting the area and could possibly reveal their position to the Ghosts. However nature was on her side as a frog croaks and its tongue grabbed and swallowed the tiny drone whole.

"Thank you, Mister Frog." Velvet muttered as she muttered the event to the others on their headsets.

But what disturbed them was when the frog fell onto it's side with smoke coming out of it's mouth. The drone self-destructed inside the belly of the frog. Pieces of metal pierced through vital organs killing.

While this occupied them for that moment, three members of RADR were sneaking up behind them. They had flashbangs in hand with Atlas 45 pistols as they aimed at them.

Alex meanwhile was setting up from at least a good distance away with his sniper at the ready. He was prone on his belly with his eye looking through the scope. The target enhancer made any who didn't have the IFF tags of his squad glow a faint red. "In position."

"Take a shot," Raiden whispered back.

"Hostiles at your six! I got them!" Greg spoke into his comms as he stood up and fired at the Ghosts coming up on his teammates rear flank across the gully. Rick took a three Dust round burst to his chest as Raiden got a face full of 9mm Dust rounds courtesy of Velvet who rolled onto her back and fired a Beretta Pistol that Greg had gave to her recently. As for Derrick, he went flying back a distance after setting off a Claymore that was hidden behind Leland. Randi got up and fired her underbarrel Grenade Launcher at Alex's position before letting loose with her own Sixteen.

The three GRVL members jumped over the gulley over to Greg's position and fired back at the Ghosts just as they recovered. Leland fired his M60E3 at Derrick while Velvet, Randi and Greg fired M16A2s at the other three Ghosts. They were currently locked in a fierce firefight with Team GRVL keeping Team RADR pinned down.

Team RADR took cover behind tree trunks as they recovered their bearings. They fired back their own weapons but carefully as they were low on ammo. "Zero in on them!" Raiden shouted at Derrick.

The French-Welsh man just nodded and got himself back into his L.A.S.T suit. He stepped out into the open as the bullets bounced off of him. He walked towards them and activated his swarm missiles. He got multiple locks on them fired away.

Everything slowed down as Randi muttered a time slowing spell that made everything, but her, extremely slow. The missiles just launched out of Derrick's launcher and were slowly heading towards Team GRVL. Randi smirked as she took out her dual knife pistols and started to fire. Each shot destroyed a missile as Derrick's eyes slowly widened in shock at this event. Randi just smirk at this and sauntered back to her position with Batista holding up his LAW 80 and aiming it slowly at the L.A.S.T. suit-wearing Ghost. Once she was back in her normal position, Randi ended the spell and everything was back to fast pace. Batista fired a specialized at Derrick which impacted, causing the L.A.S.T. suit to lock up with Derrick stuck inside. A hummingbird appear and tapped the glass visor, causing him to fall over trapped and frozen, but otherwise, unharmed and out of danger.

Loud curses in French was heard from Derrick as he was laying down on the ground in his locked up L.A.S.T suit.

Rick just shook his head as he finished reloading his SAW and ran out of cover. He fired towards GRVL as the bullets flew out. He jumped to another tree and grunted while scrambling. "We're gonna get killed out here!" He shouted.

Alex meanwhile was moving his position from his compromised location. He found another one behind a tree with foliage covering him. He laid on a slanted slope and aimed his rifle at the four. "Okay, let's see what you got." He then squeezed the trigger letting a round flew out.

Velvet flinched as a sniper round flew over her head before firing a couple of three round bursts at Alex. The sniper cursed before ducking back into cover. Meanwhile Greg was busy landing Dust rounds on Raiden who fell back from the three round bursts to his chest. Greg looked satisfied before firing more to pin the team leader of RADR down as he shouted at him.

"How's that for ancient weapons!?"

Randi had Rick pinned down using both the M16A2's grenade launcher and the Sixteen itself behind a bunch of fallen logs as Batista flanked the Korean, firing controlled bursts from his M60E3 as he kept the techie pinned down as well.

Alex activated his cloak on his Exo-Suit and his body turned transparent again. Pulling a grenade off his vest, he cycled it around before it landed on smoke. He then chucked it over to the firefight. The cylinder landed in the middle of the chaos and soon smoke bursted out, engulfing the entire area in smoke.

Using this quickly, Rick quickly hacked into Derrick's suit allowing it to reboot quickly and revert back to his Exo. "Fall and hide. Get into the foliage!" Raiden ordered in their comm's.

"Throwing nine-banger!" Rick shouted and threw it in the direction in front of him.

Boom-Boom actually catch the flashbang and threw right back at Rick, through the smoke and hit the Korean in the face. The nine-banger exploded in the Ghosts' faces as Team GRVL charged through the smoke screen. The Ghosts were actually thrown to the ground and subdued by Greg's team, their hands and feet ziptied together. Greg looked down at Raiden and whispered into his ear.

"Your unit needs to their act together. Else this will happen more often."

Raiden grinned at him for a moment making Greg frown. "What's so funny?" The Marine asked him.

Raiden chuckled as he looked up to the sky. "Oh, nothing. Nothing. Just this." His boost jump activated and he was propelled upwards into the air. The other two managed to do it as well but went more backwards. Raiden snapped the bidings around his wrists and ankles with the held of the Exo and was now descending to the ground fast with the boost. He reeled his hand back to throw a punch at the Marine. Greg dodged out of the way just before Raiden impacted on the ground. A small crater formed underneath the Ghost Leader and he grinned even more. "We work well as a unit."

With those words, Rick and Derrick ran towards them, with Rick on Randi with Derrick against Leland. Raiden joined in on the gray as he went straight for Greg for some unarmed combat.

Rick jumped for Randi with his jump boost and did a flying side kick for hers she managed to dodge out of the way as he flew into a tree. He broke it in half and he landed on the ground. "I don't like fighting girls. Be I guess it has to be this way, girly," Rick said as he ran towards her.

Derrick was more of a boxer instead of Rick who was trained in martial arts. He was throwing jab after jab at Leland who was blocking or dodging them. "Okay, fine." Derrick lifted his foot up and stomped on the ground. This caused the ground to rumble a bit around the two. This caught the pyromaniac a bit surprised. Derrick then tackled him and rammed him into a tree and started punching at his chest.

Meanwhile, Alex was just watching from a safe distance in his cloak as he cracked his knuckles. His target was the rabbit Faunus who was helping fight back. 'Alright, surprise time.'

Greg had to dodge every single punch, swing, and kick Raiden launched at him as he backed away from the Ghost. Of course, Raiden had forgotten one thing about engaging a Marine in hand to hand combat. Marines are brutal martial artists especially Greg with his own self teachings added into the factor. As Raiden tried to punch with his right fist, Greg sidestepped and grabbed his arm before spinning to where his back was towards Raiden and proceeded to violently elbow the Ghost in the face. The Ghost stumbled back when Greg let go and received a flying kick to his chest as he fell to the ground onto his back. Randi, being the busty witch of the group, decided to simply make Rick's exo-suit lock up suddenly and freeze him solid with ice from his neck to the bottom of his feet. Leland was taking heavy punches to his chest as he struggled to escape Derrick's grasp. The pyromaniac notices a nearby Claymore and in a quick move, spins around with Derrick in front of him, triggering the explosive device to go off. Derrick and Leland go flying back, but the Irish Second Year lands on his feet while Derrick lay unconscious with his eyes doing a classic anime swirl. Meanwhile Velvet was healing her teammates with her Mage Magic when she felt an invisible arm wrap around her neck. She slams her elbow into Alex's stomach, causing him to lose his breath, before flipping him over herself and proceed to curb stomp him in the balls as revenge for trying to ambush her.

Alex just let out a large high pitched shriek from his throat when Velvet did that to him. He instantly reached for his now pulsating crotch and was rolling back and forth on the ground from the pain. "It doesn't hurt! It doesn't hurt! It doesn't hurt!" He shouted in between his screaming.

Rick was just shivering in the ice that Randi froze him with. His teeth chattered away as he couldn't stop shivering. "H-Hey... C-Could you let m-m-me out? I-I-I can't t-take this," He stuttered from the cold.

"Je déteste ... ... Tout ... De ... Vous ... Les gens ... Vous avez tous ... sucez ..." (I... Hate... All... Of... You... People... You all... Suck...) Derrick mumbled from his current state.

Raiden was propped up against a tree with a bruise forming on his face. His hand was over it as he looked up at Greg. He was able to get back up, but his team was down and out for the count. He couldn't be able to fight off against four Second Year students. Sighing in defeat, he nodded. "I concede."

"Congratulations on your victory, Team GRVL. Greg, you trained yourself and your team well and even taught them some new skills. Keep up the work. You're dismissed from the area." Ms. Goodwitch spoke on the speaker system that acted as an announcement board for the Jungle Ruins. Greg departed with his team and their gear as Team RADR managed to get back up, battered, bruised, and their pride torn a new asshole. "As for you, Team RADR. I believe you have learned a lesson about challenging opponents that have more experience and a year ahead of you to a battle. I can never understand why the first years always have to challenge the second years to battles and sparring events. Anyway, report to me immediately for your after-action report and a debrief with Head Agent Recon."

Raiden just nodded as he held his head in pain. He walked over to his brother who was having a hard time to walk and slung his arm over his shoulders.

Rick was just cold and sore. He gets cold easily and tends to get sick from being in the cold for too long.

Derrick was just sulking right now. His pride was wounded. He never experienced anything so humiliating in his life. "I hate this school already."

"Shut it. We need to see Prof. Goodwitch and Agent Recon for our after-action report. And let's learn something from this. We need to up our game. And we should stick to lower level teams like us. We don't stand a chance against them. Now move it."

Meanwhile across the courtyard on the way to the second year dorms...

"Yo, Leatherneck! You kicked those Ghosts' butts big time! That'll show them not to mess with you guys!" Cody Grayson of Team CALM shouted as he and his teammates practiced weapon's maintenance with Team JMPD (AKA Jumped). The second years had the privilege to use the courtyard and the grass areas of the school grounds for various events like outdoor sparring, sports, or just to relax and enjoy a beautiful day. However the second years often partied in their dorms to celebrate victories, special events, or just if their class did well after the semester finals. Apparently defeating a group of foreign, not-of-this-world Spec Ops Troopers in the Jungle Ruins counted as a clear new victory among their work hard and party harder fellow second years.

"Yeah! We saw the entire event on the tactical hologram tables! It was awesome!" Cheered another second year who was followed by every single second year nearby.

In Recon's Office…

Team RADR dragged their wounded pride along with them while limping towards the room where they would fill in an after-action report. And a debriefing from Agent Recon would be taking place between them. "I just hope we're not in deep shit," Alex mumbled to his brother as they limped along by.

Raiden just chuckled at his brother and hefted him into a more comfortable position. "Hey, don't think so negatively. This is our first day in this place. We went up against a team more skilled than us and is better in squad tactics. We can improve as well with more training and exercises. But I think we should take it easy for now. We should gather as much knowledge as we can about Remnant and resume training. Maybe some team exercises should do the trick for the next two months."

Derrick just had a scowl on his face. He was angry. He was humiliated. And he was starting blow some steam off by ranting. "Comment pouvez-vous être comme ça? Nous avons eu notre botter les fesses là-bas! Nous ne avons jamais eu nos ânes remis à nous comme ça avant! Nous nous sommes entraînés avec les meilleurs soldats là-bas! Même Atlas Corporation nous a formés!" (How can you be like that? We got our asses kicked out there! We never got our asses handed to us like that before! We trained with the best soldiers out there! Even Atlas Corporation trained us!) Derrick snarled as he threw his hands about.

"Stow it, Haven. Be lucky this wasn't a real thing. If it was, we would've been dead in less than five minutes. Be thankful this was only training."

They soon entered the room to see a slightly disappointed Glynda Goodwitch inside with Agent Recon seated at a round table. "Gentlemen. Shall we begin?"

"Lets start off with how you doomed yourself to defeat before you even set foot inside the zone. First and the most deadly effect is that your opponents gained knowledge about your Exo-suits and their capabilities before hand by reasons which I cannot disclose to you at all. Second, you relied on the technology your enemy knew about which was your biggest downfall. They outsmarted your technology with guerrilla tactics that put even the White Fang to shame and personally if you were in the VMC, I would have sent you back to boot camp to have your heads removed out of your asses. Third, you were in internal chaos. You were letting your anger get the better of you and wasted ammo when the first thing you do is observe then fire when its clear that its first contact. Finally due to Ms. Goodwitch's concern and unamusement as well as my own, you nearly burned down the forest that we used as a training and simulation zone. So what sorry miserable excuse are you going to pull out of your asses this time, gentlemen?" Recon demanded, his anger making him growl like a dog due to his German Shepherd Traits.

Raiden stepped forward to the AOV agent and took in a deep breath. He stood at ease yet stiff at the same time. Despite being in pain and his body wanted to drop, he willed his body to hold on. THe other three were just standing in the back afraid of what might happen. "We were trained to fight soldiers, sir. Taught to kill another human being without letting hesitation hold our shot back. We were trained to adapt in an ever changing battlefield, with or without our Exo's. For years we fought without the use of Exo-Suits and have done missions with outstanding success, sir. We just needed a game changer. And with all due respect, sir, we never thought this would happen to us, being taken to a strange world that we have no knowledge of. We were never taught how to fight opponents like these. We knew how to fight with our senses, but you are right that we have put too much faith in our suits. We panicked, sir. And it was my fault. It was my anger that made my squad fail in combat. They shouldn't be punished for what they have done for they followed orders of mine that were foolhardy. If there is any punishment, I will take it. I only ask that you do not let them suffer. I am their leader, and I failed in my duties of being one. Losing my cool in the heat of combat results in deaths, and I am ashamed of that."

"Look. Since this is a combat school and you're clearly first years, I'll let this incident go without any trouble. However I do believe that Ms. Goodwitch has a appropriate punishment for nearly burning down the Jungle Ruins combat map. Glynda. If you would please." Agent Recon offered to which she nodded her head. A scowl was on her face as she began to read off of her scroll.

"For the next couple of weeks during your free time, you will be disarming all of the traps left over from today's combat event and cleaning up all of the burnt foliage that Mr. Haven caused due to his flamethrower. And to be clear this won't happen again, no more challenging the second years for a month or so unless they challenge you. You're dismissed for your next period."

Raiden just nodded curtly at her with a long sigh. "I will see to it that it'll be done, ma'am. We'll make sure we clean up our act." He then looked at his team. "I want no complaint here about today. We will be cleaning up and clearing out the zone of traps. Rick is with Derrick in cleaning the burnt foliage. Me and Alex got the traps. "Clear?"

"Yes. Sir," They all replied.

"Good. Now, off to next period. I just need a small chat with these two here regarding about us."

Meanwhile at the lunchroom...

"Lets hear it to the brave Hunters and Huntresses of the Gravel who defeated the Ghostly Menace at the treacherous Jungle Ruins!" One second year cried out, thrusting his drink into the air in celebration as everyone except Team GRVL followed in example. Greg and his team were being honest about thinking that the celebration was a bit unnecessary but the second year party animals could care less. Reluctantly the second year team gave in and joined the celebration. In fact, someone managed and was successful in getting a bunch of the first year teams to join them just for the hell of it. This included Teams MIGL, HAKR, JNPR, and RWBY.

RADR was just seated at a table of their own near one of the windows. Derrick was just chewing on a strand of wheat as he wasn't that hungry for the time being. Rick was just having a light lunch with some rice and pickled cabbage. Alex just grinded away at a sandwich of his while his brother was looking out the window. His left arm was propped underneath his chin as he stared out. 'I wish you were here, Mom. You'd know what to do here...'

The loud boasting from the Second Years just irritated the French-Welsh man. "Idiots... They think they're all high and mighty because they're better than us. They don't know what we had to go through back on Earth."

"Actually that's because they are actually veterans of the Vale-White Fang War that happened last year over the summer. They are all combat veterans and top notch Hunters and Huntresses this school has ever had. Heck, Greg's team alone performed more vital and tactical missions than all of the second years combined. They eliminated General Aziz that ended the entire takeover and liberated the city of Vale from the White Fang. Its amazing how the second years pulled it off with no fatalities or causalities." One first year with short black hair, blue eyes and white skin walked over to the Ghosts, smiling sympathetically as he held out his hand. "By the way I'm Hard Drive of Team HAKR or Hacker. Please to meet you."

Raiden slid over to the end of the bench he was sitting on and shook his hand. "Raiden Williams. Leader of Team RADR or Raider. Before joining, Raider Two-Five. Light Assault Team or Heavy Recon. 2nd Ghost squad. Nice meeting you," Raiden replied back and shook firmly. "I understand why these guys are better than us now. Besides, we are not from here. But back where we come from, all the missions we've done was done with outstanding success. We even taken out an entire company of soldiers by ourselves in the dead of night."

"A company of soldiers? Well I think that Gravel beat you there. When they were in the border-town of Valiant between White Fang Territory and AOV held grounds, an entire armored division of White Fang Tanks and stolen Paladins along with infantry entered the town in an attempt to relieve some of the forces fighting in Vale. Not only did they came out unscathed, they had destroyed 78 armored vehicles, 30 Paladins, and captured 500 White Fang infantry. They are living legends in the making, dude. Living legends. In fact, I was there when that happened and they saved my family from execution so that's why I joined Beacon Academy in the first place." Hard Drive replied, describing the events that happened in his hometown of Valiant to the Ghosts.

Raiden smiled at that and soon chuckled at him. "Well, I guess we have a lot of work to do then if we want to reach their level. But I don't care about recognition. All I care about is protecting people. But when we took that company out, we had no Exo's on. Low on ammo and dulled blades, we used what we had to dispatch them. In the end, we left one alive to have fear spread through the Federations ranks."

"Fubar," Alex said.

"But you still have to admit that they are badass if they can take out an entire armored division that had its own infantry support by themselves." Hard Drive points out before being dragged back to the party by one of his teammates.

Raiden smiled as he leaned back a bit. Alex was a little confused by this. "How come you're so calm and all when we got our asses handed to us?" Alex asked his older brother.

"New slate. We're in a new world, we should change. And I think we should be very open here while we're learning. Now, we have to be cleaning the zone after lunch. Wear the Exo's so we can carry the trees and take in any traps that we might walk into." Raiden took a sip from his water bottle and sighed. "Sucks though."

What is up, guys? Marinerecon here with some news. We (Mentor and I) have yet to discuss whether or not to continue the original. However I think we could, but then we would have to split up our time between this story and the older one. Also in case you have noticed, Mentor had the Ghosts equipped with exo-suits and new tech from Advanced Warfare. Personally I'm a more stick with classics like guy despite the tech in the newest Call of Duty being pretty badass. Anyway, keep calm and keep Reading and Reviewing please. Marinerecon out.