I didn't really expect myself to actually keep writing after getting the first chapter done. I was satisfied too. Perhaps just my old habits of doing one shots is slowly getting curbed. Nevertheless, here's another chapter. A bit more dialog and world building than what I'm usually comfortable with, but whatever. Enjoy.

Oh wait, disclaimer. Warframe and RWBY are owned by their respective owner. I don't own jack, except for the OC, but yeah. No lawsuits please.

The base shuddered under the winter winds, the walls ever so slightly waving against the breeze. Meant to survive the harsh environment of Vale's wilderness, it served as a bastion and outpost for the White Fang's initiates for the harsh training they must endure in order to assist the other members within the city. Placed in the heart of Vale's expansive forests and mountains, civilization was miles away from their location, barring the most remote settlements. A place perfect for many people to disappear.

A utilitarian design. One of the more simple ways to build their base and served for purpose, one not being comfort. Gray walls cover the interior with the glow of the orange lights illuminating all of the base. The exterior appeared as a concrete gray dome reaching two stories with two entrances and a slew of cameras placed in a fifty feet perimeter. The larger for vehicles hijacked by their forces while the smaller for soldiers and new recruits. Three sniper towers were situated around the dome, each holding a single, well experienced sniper hand picked by the upper echelon of the White Fang. Machine guns stationed in twenty different locations to provide maximum coverage while a barbed fence hindered any melee attackers. A base meant to stop even the toughest Grimm assaults. Powered by a nuclear reactor at the bottom parts of the facility and they were set for a good few decades.

It was within this outpost that Drill Instructor Cameron Garfield was stationed. The man had been a drill instructor for the White Fang for nearly four years and had gone on to send some of the best troops the organization could ever have. Loyal, dedicated to the cause, and skilled in Dust firearms. A man approaching his fifties, he was a rugged canine Faunus with a built body from the experience of a huntsman that graduated among the top of his class in the prestigious Beacon Academy. Sharp, alert, and a commander to his subordinates.

Such a man was needed in the remote outpost to harden the recruits' weak wills. While many were eager, few had the strength or iron will to endure the wild frontier, especially since outside their doors were the countless Grimm that hunted for their flesh. A familiar environment to him, but a land of danger and unknown to his subordinates. It was an expected result and an obstacle he will crush alongside his cadets.

There was a knock on his door. Good, looks like the patrol reports are in. He enjoyed one thing and that was the timely manner his subordinates were able to act to his orders. "Come in."

A young dog Faunus entered, holding the report papers on the clipboard. Tall, well built, and stoic. "Sir, I shall begin the report. Our supplies are to arrive in four hours. The inventory they have given us are another half year of rations, a resupply in Dust ammunition, and an extra twenty four assault rifles. Cadets you deem ready to receive training in the main branch are to ride back on the Bullhead. Finally, squads have returned with their reports. Almost all have reported no abnormal activity in the vicinity."

"Almost? Which squad reported an abnormality?" His mood flipped, going from satisfaction to a mild alert.

"Sir, squad four has yet to return from their patrol." A curt response. Good, he was disciplined well in order not to react to his change.

"Order radio contact immediately. If they do not respond, squads six and two are to respond and make contact immediately. Constant radio contact is mandatory. Regular patrols will be suspended until the recovery of squad four." A series of orders were barked immediately to handle the sudden disappearance. "Understood?"

"Sir!" The cadet gave a crisp response, his stance and salute a solid form. They had come a long way a month ago, but he was certainly proud of this batch. The cadet swiveled from his heel and left the office, leaving a worried instructor staring at his window down on the eating cadets.

The sudden lack of communication could have been a sudden ambush of Grimm that may or may not have wiped out the squad entirely. While that may be the worst case scenario, he couldn't risk his cadets' lives, but risks come with rewards. Such an order wouldn't work if they weren't alive, but he knew well enough that their training would protect them against the Grimm. After all, he taught them how to fight the best.

He stared down from his office, watching the mobilization of the two squads to find the missing team. Safety in numbers was essential for them, finding confidence in that they can at least outnumber and have superior firepower. A boost in morale to prevent a breakdown mid battle.

If only it was that easy.

Layla walked in silence contemplating on her current situation. Her inability to take down the enemy would most likely brand her a traitor now that she had associated herself with it. While the training given to her would certainly be handy at the moment, she only knew defense against Grimm, not the thing that attacked her squad. While she should have some form of revenge against the being before her, it did save her, albeit with the purpose of gathering information rather than saving because of good will. You take what you can get in any situation, she supposed.

Despite being next to the Tenno, she could not find anything to talk about. It was silent even after an hour's walk across the snow and blizzard. Her feet ached and she was freezing, while it showed no signs of fatigue despite the distance they traveled. The being remained silent and kept facing forward, walking in an even and practiced pace. There had been some elegance to such a step. The light footwork that kept any sound from the crunching of snow to the straight posture that exposed military training. What kind she could only guess, but being able to stop a pack of Beowolves and her own squad in a matter of seconds led her to believe that whatever training it was had probably been a grueling and painful process.

"Hey, do you think we can rest? I- I mean we've been walking for an hour already. We probably lost them already. Please, my feet hurt." She begged her captor, finally falling onto her knees, a sharp pain crossing both her legs.

It turned, regarding her situation with an air of indifference. It stared at her like one would with a dying animal. No sympathy, no concern, nothing, only a mild curiosity of what caused its injury. The Tenno had already began calculating before her death in the blizzard. Hypothermia was something it could easily induce to a target, forcibly dropping their body temperature to lethal limits and leaving them to die. Perhaps putting her down mercifully would have been an easier way than letting her suffer.

She could feel it considering its options and disregarding her to continue its journey alone. It saw no reason to keep her without some form of benefit in her part. The agreement. Yes, the one she had pushed onto the being in return for information, its protection. Such a thing had been a one sided agreement that she had assumed the Tenno agreed to, but she nevertheless believed it did, clinging for survival that caused her to slowly break her psyche.

"W-wait, I can tell you of a nearby White Fang base here. Its connected to the main branch back in the city. It's bound to have some information on returning you back. J-just please, let me rest and find some shelter. I-I'm tired." She whined out. Such a weak whimpering from the Faunus, it made her almost adorable. Almost. Such thoughts never crossed the Tenno's mind as he considered the plethora of information he could gain. Wasting time would result in a delay and missed chances of opportunity, something it could not afford. The amount time walking and gazing at the new constellations for its built in sensors to find patterns and symbols had already been tedious enough without any form of a conclusive result to show for it. Until the sun rises, only then can the data be assembled into something coherent.

"The stamina of Faunus should theoretically be superior to humans due to the hybridization of common animals. Hares are known for their speed and stamina, alongside their superior sense of hearing." It stated, turning to her. "How come you do not exceed such limitations?"

"W-well, rabbits go to hibernation at winter right? You can understand that it would make me a bit more sluggish because of the cold right?" She meekly countered.

"A point to be considered, however your anatomy has shown to be mostly human. Your body temperature is regulating itself normally and your heart rate is increasing instead of decreasing, producing more blood flow to promote strenuous activity. With logical understanding of evolution in a Faunus standpoint, genes should carry over to ensure a larger chance of survival. Am I wrong?" It tilted its head for her answer.

"Well, then, um... What about- err uhm..." She mumbled for the right words, but it had a point. She was just really weak at physical activity. Her instructor could attest it with how easily she would pass out after ten push ups, much less walking for an hour in ankle deep snow in the middle of a winter night. All the more reason for it to leave her behind due to already being a burden for it.

Information is necessary. Base location unknown. Heart beat analysis shows no abnormality during her statement. Not base lies, but actual facts.

Faunus priority has been increased. Increased percentage of acquiring new information if kept alive and cooperative. Hostile actions are limited until necessary.

After a moment of silence as the rabbit Faunus fidgeted about on the ground, it spoke again, a minute amount of exasperation laced within.

"A suitable resting place is roughly fifty meters from our position. Continuing on our original path, we will encounter it soon and rest." The Tenno began walking again, not taking the time to look back. It would be up to the Faunus herself if she could handle another five minutes or so to walk to shelter. If not, the opportunity for finding the base will be delayed, but not a major setback.

The subtle grumbling of the young rabbit and the crunch of the snow from behind made the warrior relax in the most minute fashion, a sign of relief. The girl at least had enough endurance with the prospect of rest so close.

Upon arrival was tree stump, free of snow and ice, underneath a roof of evergreen trees. Natural and simple, the ground surrounding the small cluster of trees was merely sprinkled with snow.

"I thought it'd be a cave..." She complained under her breath, something the Tenno did not miss.

"Mountain ranges are nowhere in sight, which often make cavernous holes. There was little chance to find such a place." It looked over to the natural clearing, examining it with a curious air. "However, the natural formation of these trees have shown its adaptation to combat against the cold weather, alongside the natural shelter it creates with long fanning leaves to gather water and sunlight." It gave a curt nod, approving the formation. "An excellent choice for an impromptu shelter."

"I- I guess." She sat on the stump, her bottom not as cold as usual. Going into a cross legged position, she removed her boots and began massaging her aching foot. A purr escaped her mouth as she continued to massage them one at a time, her ears twitching with happiness when she began to alleviate the pain. It was a few minutes of massaging did she finally notice the emotionless stare of her captor that she became self aware. Embarrassment crept up her face, her hands stopping on the foot.

"Oh uh, did you uhm... Sorry you had to see that."

It said nothing in response, looking to the skies. She could only guess what it could be thinking about. It was probably home. While she couldn't understand its plight, the way it stared could only mean it watched with hope to return home someday. Maybe then, could it be at peace and not be so, well mechanical in a sense. It would make sense to feel home sick after waking up to somewhere unknown. It just made her sympathize with it, knowing from it that it was lost and confused, even if it did not show it.

The constellation map has been updated during my walk. Good, some discernible patterns are shown.

Minute changes of the sky, a scale of one centimeter difference to the left. The rotation is of similar direction as Earth. A compass will be updated after the rise of the sun. For now, the base shall be the main objective.

"We have received adequate time to rest." The Tenno stated. "The base. Which direction?"

Her ears twitched, the left folding down. "Lets see..." The rabbit Faunus looked to the stars, her lips twisting in contemplation. "East. Its east from here." She looked to the aforementioned direction. "It took me about an hour or so to get from where we met, so it shouldn't be too far off."

The Tenno took note of the direction, systematically creating the other compass directions to fit into the constellations. A small boon when reading maps in case the Faunus ever finds herself an ineffective means of information. Hopefully he can cast her aside to do his own gathering. While they were by no means useless, combat wise they seemed weak compared to him, having inferior reflexes and inadequate weapons to harm the shields around his frame. The exploitation of these Faunus with their animalistic weaknesses was also another factor to consider. Each Faunus may or may not have a particular weakness, at least theoretically, but taking hold of the appendages such as tails, ears, etc. can have some form of effect.

While that all may be good, if they prove to be troublesome to incapacitate, deadly force was always an option. It would harm the relation between the Tenno and the Faunus, but again, it was a slight setback. He had gotten the direction and relative location. The rest would set themselves in place for the Tenno to exploit.

"Okay... Uh, you won't kill everyone there right?" Layla asked, another meek and soft whisper.

"Should they prove to be armed and retaliate with deadly force, I will do the same. Otherwise, cooperation will benefit their side and act without hostility."

"Y-you're asking them to stand down... After you just murdered my squad, I bet they'll try and capture you, even just outright kill you! The base is heavily fortified. They have machine guns and snipers and- and-"

"A noted threat. Combat measures will be integrated upon combat."

"B-but... Are you sure you can take on an entire military base?"

An ignorant question. One that can be answered with action rather than words.

To say that the squad was surprised would be an understatement. What they had expected was a something fresh cadets out of school would expect, a clean kill with fine wounds that resulted in a quick death. The result? The bisected remains of three Faunus and a headless body. Sinew and ichor poured from the cut down corpses, the white snow hungrily drinking it till it too became the color of their lifeblood.

A few of the lightweight members threatened to puke out their lunch, two did. However no could blame them. The sight was revolting. The disembowelment of their members easily erased any trace of a Grimm ambush. Be it Beowolves or Ursa, the following carnage did not reflect anything they were capable of. The Beowolves would swarm and go for snapping the neck while holding them down or through blunt force in the case of an Ursa. But this? It was someone sentient, someone with combat experience and ability to ambush five trained and armed Faunus soldiers.

"This doesn't make sense. The bodies here look like they all got cut in one fell swoop." One of the medics, a relatively young cat Faunus, pointed out, kneeling in front of the three upper halves after the others had gathered them from their places. "It cut through them like a butcher. The cut isn't clean. It dragged and tore them apart. Whatever it was, we can rule out any Grimm doing this kind of damage. It was a weapon, not claws." The girl's black ears flicked once to her sister.

"Same with this one. The head was dragged a bit by the weapon, leading to tearing of the skin and muscle." The second medic, a twin due to their appearance, commented, picking up the head from its resting place, a face blank of any expression from their death.

"Weren't there supposed to be five members of the squad?" One of the male soldiers asked, his tone cautious. Paranoia reached his head quickly, raising his gun around him. "What if they took the last one hostage?"

"They probably did, but look. Beowolf prints are here and another footprint. Doesn't look like a Faunus though, or human."

The groups continued searching for anymore incriminating clues in finding the thing responsible for it and even the last squad member. No luck aside from the previously found footprints. The rest seemed to have just disappeared without a trace, like they were wiped out.

"Sir, check this out." A squad member gestured for his squad leader to come close. "Check these out. The pellets are all bladed. Probably shot by the someone else. None of our guns are shotguns. Do you think it'd be huntsmen?"

"I want to disagree, but those guys have some pretty weird weapons so I wouldn't put it past them to use things like it, but anything else?"

"Nada, want me to grab some pellets for the boys to study?"

"Don't. Its probably just Dust rounds."

"Aye aye."

"Command, do you copy?" Their squad leader didn't know what else to do, so maybe calling the base could help. There wasn't much to go on with the scene. A few ammo pellets, corpses. The best he could come up with are some rogue huntsmen.

"We copy, how's the search?"

"We found the bodies. Its... Its not pretty. Three of 'em got cut in two and one got his head cut off. The last one is missing. No blood, no prints, not even a body. Nothing, like they just went 'poof'. Probably some rogue huntsmen."

"Understood, retur- hold on. Our radar's reading two people heading for the base. Two hundred meters due south from your position. Order is to pursue and detain. They may be the ones responsible for it. If they're huntsmen, tail and report, we'll send reinforcements."

"Copy." The transmission was cut and the leader faced his squad. "We got two people south from here walking towards the base. Command said they're probably the ones that killed Squad Four. Everyone keep your eyes out and ears peeled. We don't want anymore deaths now. Got it? These guys are probably huntsmen."

"Sir!" The nine replied in unison, eyes hard and ready for a fight.

More silence. A light breeze in the winter night blew against her snow white hair, a shiver running down her neck as the icy fingers brush against the skin. The temperature had gotten a tad bit colder, making her ears fold involuntarily to stop the sensitive appendages from getting to cold. What unnerved her was the silent walk. While she was by no means a talkative person, having this perpetual awkwardness didn't make her feel any better. Any form of conversation was ok just to stop the agonizing silence.

"H-hey, um, I never actually introduced myself. Uh, my name's Layla. Rabbit Faunus as you can tell, and uh... Uhm." The being gave no response, continuing his slow strides across the snow. "I- I like to read and star...gaze..." She trailed off, inciting no response. And once again silence returned to the pair.

Despite her willingness to follow the being to the base she just betrayed, the realization that she may have to assist it in killing her species. By no means was it a new concept of killing the same species. Humans had done it countless times before, but the fact that she did it to people who shared her view in Faunus equality. Supremacy was never in her mind, just being treated as an equal to the other sentient resident in Remnant. She felt sick about backstabbing them like this, all for survival.

"It seems you realized something." The Tenno commented. It kept itself facing forward, stance and tension the same as the minutes before, but for once it initiated the topic. "An explanation perhaps?"

"What do you mean? I didn't say anything."

"Your heart rate increased, eyes dilated, and an odd twitch came about your lips. Signs of thought process and the seize of your shoulders showed a conclusion. Simple analysis."

"Err, well, I was just thinking that I may have to kill the same people who trained me to become a soldier. A traitor and, well, I- I'm kinda just trying to find a way to justify it since they took me in. I actually joined because I was bullied a lot for being a Faunus, s-so..." She began chuckling, a bitter smile forming on a face tired of everything. "God, I'm pouring my life story to some murderer that I don't even know anything about and I'm pretty sure you don't care either."

"A way to relieve stress in many situations is to voice them. Expression allows the mind to relax, in effect letting the body relax as well. Doing so allows for clearer thoughts and faster reactions." It explained in the same chilling voice. "Necessary assets for a soldier you claim to be. Better instruction is recommended from experienced veterans."

"Look, I'm a traitor. I doubt that anyone in the White Fang would train me."

"I never mentioned your former faction." Was its reply. It sounded monotone, but there was some form of humor within that.

"A combat school? Ha... Haha... No way could I become part of that. I don't have the experience of even wielding a weapon, let alone half the spirit of constantly fighting Grimm. I'd rather stay inside and just shuffle around papers."

"It is your choice." It didn't bother convincing her. It would have wasted his time any more. Talking had significantly slowed his stride in order to form thoughts and replies to insignificant topics. All the more reason to stay silent. It was inefficient and unneeded. The Tenno also had a reason to cut the conversation short.

The base was within sight.

The squads moved with practiced unison, each designated member watching flanks for ambushes and their rear. Powerful night vision makes the night a trivial environment. They saw as if it was day and the shine of the moon could only help the unaided so much. A clear advantage.

Armed to the teeth with the White Fang's standard gear, they were prepared for a Nevermore or an Ursa Major. Their rifles' dust rounds had an explosive kick to it, a small fragmentation grenade inside the bullet enough to pierce even a Deathstalker's hide in five shots at the same spot. An easy feat with their training and superior eyesight.

Three spheres of red dust were holstered on their belts. Grenades. Standard issue with a wide variety of uses. From causing structures to collapse or disorienting an Ursa, it was a versatile piece of equipment.

Finally, a sharpened length of a blade, curved for clean slashes and quick kills if they ever came into melee. A well rounded end to each soldier in the squad. While not varied, it would be understandable due to the base's remote security.

"I can see 'em up ahead." The squad leader announced. "There's the last member we were looking for. She's chatting it up with the guy there."

"A traitor? God, probably someone from Schnee to spy on us." Another commented, disgust in their voice for such a betrayal.

"Schnee have their hands full with the main branch back in the city. I doubt they'd be able to figure out we have this base so far out here."

"But still, its a possibility. Schnee can spare an agent or two to get into the Fang."

"Look," a third one entered into the conversation, "we can ask them that once we capture them. They'll be stuck between us and the base. They'll have to surrender then or get riddled with bullets."

"Fine, fine." The leader touched the earpiece. "Command, do you have eyes on the targets."

"Affirmative, targets are in sight. Move in for capture. Lethal force is a go."

Sensors flare in response to danger. A projectile flies towards them at an unprecedented rate. A bullet faster than the speed of sound. Energy surges and senses gather. A step to the left with the most minimum movement allows the Tenno to conserve energy and dodge the assaulting projectile.

The Faunus gives a squeak from the sudden shot hitting a few inches away from her feet.

More flare in response to danger.

Ten hostiles approaching from behind.

Armed.

Snipers in front of our position. Three marked.

Machine turrets highlighted. Ten confirmed.

Priority: Safety of target.

Measures calculated.

Lethal response.

Execute.

The Tenno glows an electric blue, shifting its position. Another miss from the second sniper. It turns towards its companion. Liquid void responds quickly to its thought, the shotgun's trigger guard completely formed as the hand touches it milliseconds later. The full length of the weapon's twin barrels glowers down range.

Layla finds common sense and quickly ducks under twin roars. Powerful and loud, they mark an end of the peaceful silence. The sounds of death claim three of the force, their bodies flying back from the pellets. A significant drop in pellet accuracy to not bisect their bodies. An inaccurate timing. Expected from an ambush to surprise his senses.

The others do not stop, their bodies in perfect sync despite the sudden loss. The combined squad retaliate with a volley of their own. The staccato of gun fire destroy all signs of peace. Bullets pepper his shields, shrapnel exploding upon contact to cause some drainage. A barely noticeable dent to a bolstered defense.

Explosive rounds, an interesting modification.

Winds swirl in anger. Void touched ice crystallize and solidify. An impenetrable force of a blizzard surrounds the area in an instant. Not noticeable to the cowering Faunus, but an obvious effect to the attackers. Rounds bounce from the chilled carapace, a futile attempt in killing their marks.

It regards the first tower, a passing glance at best. Shards form around the palm, crafted carefully and empowered by the void. A flick of the arm sends the sphere flying towards the sniper. It makes contact, lethal by velocity alone. Reflexes of the Faunus do little in response, leading to a blunt force to crash against his torso. The torso caves in, bones puncture organs, before claiming the body in an icy death. The body falls from the tower, a complete statue before shattering into frost encrusted flesh and sinew.

It reloads, two shells inserted in rapid succession before a flick of the gun lock the barrels. A burst of speed sends the hulking Tenno towards the group. Another hail of bullets greet him. The shields hold, their rounds bouncing off like light rain.

The first Faunus attempts to strike with his arm. A mistake. The Tenno seizes the offending hand and snaps the bone. It elicits a howl of pain. The monomolecular edge of the Tigris silences the annoying noise with a rapid slice to the throat.

Layla could only watch in awe and horror at the carnage, drinking in every detail of the battle. The style of fighting is efficient, yet brutal. Beautiful, yet grotesque. A sight one could describe as morbidly fascinating.

"Shit! Marcus!" One of the Faunus exclaim, before they shoot in anger. It does little but desecrate the body, the Tenno's still firm grip on the shattered arm raising the body as an impromptu shield. The corpse seizes from the bullets before thrown in their direction.

The void answers his thoughts, predicting each move and reaction. A golden scythe appears on his back. A firm grip grabs the shaft and brings up to an overhead swing. The victim slams face down from the force, their shoulder and heart pierced. Scythe planted, silver maws bark with a pull of a trigger, a satisfying result of piercing two soldiers with a single pull, their bodies crumple like a puppet with cut strings.

A scythe on its left and a shotgun on its right, it sent a chill down the surviving few. Weapons low on magazine, a reload could spell death in their minds, but hope had no faded in their eyes. They outnumbered it and can pull through with team work. A mind blind to the true result.

It crosses the distance in an instant, the glimmer of the blade their final sight before their skulls are crushed by tip. Sensors flare again and the scythe is held up, deflecting the bullets with supernatural ease, quickly closing the range. The weapon spins, biting the hip before pulling her close and running her through with the shotgun's blade. Two remain.

They abandon their rifles, reaching for their swords. The Tenno does the same, holstering the gun back. It gives them little time to react, not opting for a standoff. The icy warrior is on them in an instant, a blood stained blade colliding with a curved edge. Orokin craftsmanship prevails in the end, shattering the sword. The other attacks from behind, an overhead swing aimed for a clean slash. Extending its hand to the sword, icy winds converge into a volatile sphere inside the palm. The blade makes contact and a cone of ice explodes, instantly stopping any and all motor functions as ice envelops him in an instant.

The final soldier cowers, but is not given the same mercy as its current companion. Twirling the scythe, it ends with a grip akin to the reaping of wheat. The head flies and the body falls.

In a span of three minutes, Squads Two and Six are eliminated.

It doesn't stand to revel in its work, grabbing hold of a rifle and throwing it near the rabbit Faunus' feet. The Tenno stares towards the base, before helping the girl up, its shotgun already in hand. It did not approve of a defenseless companion, having shoved the gun to her hands.

"I-I'm not meant to be a soldier! I can't aim a gun, the recoil is too-" she silences herself as she stares at the twin barrels facing her head. The warrior would not approve of such weakness in combat and the air it exudes commands her to be strong in its presence.

"R-right, I'll do my best."

It nods, lowering the barrels from her head, pointing it towards the second sniper tower. A pull of the trigger commands the weapon to kill. It gladly complies, its death roar taking another from the distance with equally lethal force. Layla gapes at its range. The spread should have spread to near negligible past a few meters, but if a single pellet did that at that range, then her survival even from a distance dwindle to single percentages.

It runs towards the base, the girl following suit. Double barreled turrets turn to face them, firing a hail of lead. Ice crackles in response, exertion in the Tenno's part. Another sphere forms to deflect the projectiles. An area of absolute protection.

The young Faunus finds three in her sights, powerful eyes guiding her. Training kicks in. Solidifying her stance, aiming the weapon, and resting the stock to her shoulder, she fires three rounds. All hit their marks. A burnt hole in each turret and three dead from the shots. She turns to the being in hopes of fulfilling its expectations.

A curt nod is all she receives.

Ice lash into a single sphere and flies towards the entrance. Pure force dents the metal before succumbing to the cold. Another encases it in ice before a hail of bullets fire through it to into the waiting line of soldiers

From the outside, the Faunus continues to fire at the turrets, her shoulder slightly bruised from the recoil of the weapon, but nevertheless continues. Adrenaline flowed through her and her excitement reaches its peak. It numbs the pain. She switches to the icy entrance, clicking the switch on her gun. Full auto. A barrage of explosive Dust rounds fill the hallway in explosions and shrapnel.

Timing with her reload, the Tenno kicks the door with shattering force, sending it flying into the complex. Its left hand pulls back before a quick jerk sends a concentrated line of spears erupting from the metal, rending it useless. It impales a dozen soldiers trying to respond, their bodies violently slammed into the ceiling.

"Breach! Intruders in the building! I repeat, intruders in the building!" The speakers explode with activity and gun fire. Hundreds of rounds begin hailing the Tenno, but the sea of spears cover his speedy approach. Jumping from the cat walk, it slams its scythe with enough force to send the surrounding soldiers flying back, leaving a sizable crater on the metal floor.

They recover slowly, a doom they realize too late. Storm winds spin in fury around the intruder, icy spears forming at its feet. An expanding circle erupts from it, cryogenically freezing those caught in the radius instantly. With a wave of its hand, every statue caught shatters. No blood, but the crystalline remains of flesh.

Layla runs in, jumping down from the catwalk next to the Tenno. Her rifle trains on any remaining survivors and are taken down. It is at this moment that the adrenaline rush calms and she collapses onto her knees a shivering mess.

"I- I just- did I really do- holy crap." She blubbers out, her knees shaking and hands trembling. "H- how did- wow. Th-that was cool."

"The body and mind remember subconscious reflexes previously experienced. It is only a matter of putting the training into practice does the body and mind efficiently become one in order to ensure survival. Training in your part supports this. Efficient, tactical, and overall quick. I commend your performance Faunus." It replies, robotic reply, but a compliment nonetheless. She understands that being weak will result in her death, but being able to fight keeps her alive.

It approaches the following row of consoles, foreign letters inscribed into the screens. The primitive technology reacts to the sudden intrusion to its systems, the Tenno's own virus overriding any and all classified levels. Seconds after hacking, the terminals show the necessary information of the entire base's function. Soldier profiles, patrols, and miscellaneous items. The most intriguing being the resupply schedules.

"What is a Bullhead?"

"An airship. It comes here every few months to resupply us. Why?"

"It comes today. Two hours from now." It does not elaborate, but the Faunus knew what it meant. The two of them could leave the base and into civilization.

"I ain't letting you or that traitor leave this place alive. Over my dead body." A growl gains their attention. A rugged and aged soldier wearing the white camouflage attire of soldiers. A sword appears in his hand, curved with multiple serrated teeth, before jumping at the Tenno. A white blade parries the weapon and its fist connects with the soldier, sending him flying into the wall.

"Thats my drill instructor!" Layla yells, her rifle lowers to the ground. "You can't just kill him."

"He possesses a weapon and struck with lethal intent. It makes perfect sense to reciprocate his intentions to kill."

"Damn right I am and your traitorous ass is gonna die like you did with your fellow cadets." He hollers to her. The sword in his hand clicks, before a vicious transformation turns the weapon into a chainsaw. The engine revs, the teeth entering a vicious cycle of death. "Even if I have to kill myself to do it."

"Suicidal attempts do not often work as planned. A suggestion would be to surrender. You are outmatched and outnumbered." The Tenno replies, merely acting in logic of its enemies irrational state of mind.

"Not gonna happen." He charges, his weapon colliding with the scythe. A far more durable metal to not be cut by Orokin metals, he begins pushing his advantage, the teeth smashing against the blade multiple times in a futile attempt to cut it. The two begin a dance of death, the roar of the engine reaching its crescendo as their blades collide again and again.

"The battle can only hinder the chances of boarding the Bullhead. I will cut this engagement short." It states, a ball of ice in its palm. The sphere shoots to the ground behind the instructor, an icy patch forming around the impact area. "Your technique will be analyzed after your death. New information is required to combat non standard soldiers."

"What the hell do yo-" the instructor is cut short by a sharpened spear of ice through his heart, emerging from the patch. He lets go of the weapon and grabs the bloodied spike. "F-fuck, what the hell? An ice semblance. Didn't think you could control it like that."

"Semblance? A strange name to use for an inherent ability, but it will be stored for future reference." It states, curiosity rather than the signs of victory in its voice. "However, the primary objective is the Bullhead. Your hinderance has proven to be minimal. A swift death shall be given to you."

It pulls back the spear, letting the man drop to his knees. The scythe high in the air, a golden reaper cuts down another soul.

"It is done. For now, you shall begin arming yourself for the hijack of the Bullhead. Preparation is necessary and you have yet to show that. I will carry out my objective here."

"R-right." She ran deeper into the complex, her rifle ready to take down any stragglers. If she died, well, it didn't really matter to the Tenno, so it left her alone. The orders were to merely allow it to sort all the information in peace. No disturbances, just the sound of the wind.

The information gathering began. Surprisingly, there were hundreds of files regarding the Schnee Dust Company and the White Fang's operations to sabotage the corporation, even enlisting their own employees to destroy it from the inside in order to take down its largest target. However, other files exposed governmental black mail and experimental weaponry. A boon to have knowledge of, especially if the Tenno could take it for itself.

The sorting of the information continued on for a few more hours until the sound of an aircraft graced its senses.

Closing the files after downloading the final few, it set a mass erasure of all data, along with the self destruction of the complex starting in thirty minutes. No evidence must be found of a Tenno here. The element of surprise was always its greatest asset.

Layla returned, her gear preparation ready. Two pistols holstered on a belt along with five charges of red Dust, and the rifle model she had picked up from earlier. The design was intriguing and the ammunition it had was certainly appealing, but the Tenno's senses had a strange revulsion of the design. Black and red with a rectangular and utilitarian concept. A rather unoriginal color and too suspicious to carry around. Despite it, the sensors in its frame had begun to recreate it as a blueprint for future usage.

Nevertheless, she was prepared. The Tenno greeted with a small nod before exiting the facility, the golden scythe in its grip and a ball of ice in another.

The next stop was the city of Vale. A short map of the city had been downloaded in its files. A fairly large city, it was a perfect place to set a temporary base of operations until the Tenno could send a distress beacon. Many landmarks to note for acquiring different technological devices to pursue the endeavor.

And perhaps even new weapons to share among its kin.

Well, that was interesting. Some references here and there about the Warframe community. Also, it's not gonna be some weird Faunus x Tenno stuff going in the background. The idea is... Disturbing to say the least, so just gonna get that out of the way. As always, please review. Tell me if you liked it, hated it, or should it find an icy grave to die in.