Chapter 2! I must thank you for the reviews and feedback. I was sceptical when creating chapter 1 because I felt like it forced to many things. By the reviews this was also noticed. Yes, the whole idea of Ozpin taking in a random person into his academy is unrealistic. I've noticed this in not only my story but others as well. Frankly, I'd be lying if I said I didn't do that to simply create a platform for Reeves to interact with the main cast. So in this chapter I will attempt to remedy and clarify that.

Reeves does not teach at the school, he is simply staying there due to his agreement with Ozpin. He will be training the Vale law enforcement, Special Missions Units, etc. Much like how 3rd party contractors are hired to train our law enforcement in real life. Another thing I should of clarified is that Reeves is not a Spartan. He's a Force Recon Marine that's been issued a Spartan helmet much like how some ONI wear Recon helmets. Yes, it sorta breaks lore but I do this to give him his own distinct feel and look. Again, not the fault of the reader but my own. The first chapter was a bit of a mess in my opinion. I'm still thankful for the reviews.

Anyway, this has gone on WAY to long. Hopefully this chapter is less of a clusterfuck

Chapter 2

An Apology From Both Parties

"Now Mr. Reeves. About your armor." He got up out of his chair and pulled something from under his desk. It was a large rectangular crate.

He gestured towards the box. Guess this was it.

I opened the flip-locks and lifted the cover open.

Inside was all of the things that currently weren't on my person.

My torso plating, shoulder pads, mag pouches, upper BDU, and finally, my helmet.

"If you require a change room I have one here you can use. As for your weapons, they're currently in the armory." I nodded with a sign of understanding, I didn't need a change room. I was only putting this stuff on. Not off.

I slid each part of my gear on piece by piece. The whole thing seemingly ritualistic in nature. When I put this on it was usually because a job had to be done. People would die and I'd have to kill someone. Maybe, this time would be different.

I finished up with my helmet. Upon further inspection I could see a clear and present dent in the side I had been hit in. The right, to be specific.

I slid on the Gungnir helmet and watched as the HUD popped to life. The flicker of blue outlinings and the readouts burst to life. Almost like they knew it was time to go to work.

I heard the sound of the elevator door sliding open with a hydraulic hiss.

'Show time'

I reared my head in the direction of the door. Knowing full well who it was.

The moment Team RWBY saw me standing there, in full combat gear no less they winced with surprise.

Yang, being the gun-ho person she is walked up and interrupted the Professor in the start of his sentence.

"You better be here to apologize or I'll send you back to the infirmary!" Gotta love this part of the job. Her team, including Ruby, backed her up. Trying to create a sense of intimidation. While I may of not liked the odds of the fight, I certainly wasn't intimidated.

"Now now children calm down. We'll get to an apology from BOTH parties shortly." He sipped from his mug once more. Sitting back down in his chair. Did this guy just run on coffee or something?

"In the meantime, we have something to discuss." He paused. Pointing towards me. "Now, Reeves. Would you please tell them what you told me" More explanation. Nice.

So I explained everything I told Ozpin. Except this time, with a little more emphasis on the shit I'd seen.

Was it a dick move to traumatize the kids. Maybe, but I wanted them to stop trying to fuck with me. This was the easiest way.

The looks of horror, sorrow, disbelief, all of it flashed on their faces like a mugshot. The air around me must've gotten colder as they seemed to back away slowly with each passing second.

Weiss spoke up first. "Even if we did believe all this… What proof do you have to say that you're not making up all this… Destruction." A logical accusation. She seemed to be the most reasonable of the group so far. That may change, things always change.

"Girls, I know it may seem hard to believe the man but beli-" This time I interrupted. If these kids wanted proof I'd show them proof.

I pulled of my helmet and placed it on his desk. The room got quiet and the girls looked at me with curiosity. This was the first time they'd seen my face after all I assuming.

Maybe they weren't expecting a beat up old man who wasn't even at half his intended life yet. The deformities that littered my face from shrapnel cuts to a bruised jaw weren't subtle either.

I then extracted a chip from inside the helmet. Here's hoping it was compatible.

I found a slot to insert it in and prayed it worked.

Ozpin's holo-desk shot to life and proceeded to read out a list of recordings ranging from 1 to 378. Since Ozpin's was at the controls I requested he play recording one.

The lights dimmed and a holographic screen faded into existence.

It was my first mission. I was fresh out of bootcamp and assigned to Kilo company. 'The Meat Grinder' A front line force that was the cannon fodder for the UNSC.

We were assigned with assaulting a covenant compound in the mountains below us via Pelican assault. The war was only in it's infant stages. We had an idea of what the Covenant was and what their goal were, but we weren't experts on fighting them.

On our way down we were shot down by Covenant AA fire. Only about 1 third of the attack force actually landed near the LZ. The only ones that made it near it were the ones that crashed and only 3 had crashed.

Of those that crashed 1 of them was completely fatal. With both the pilot's and the passengers going up in flames. We could still hear their screams over the radio. The other Pelican had lost their pilots, 3 Marines, and had 5 injured. My Pelican's pilot somehow managed to crash land us saving the lives of all the passengers.

Once we had re-established communications we had learned that the 9 Pelican assault force that was sent down had of course been chopped down to 6, but had to dust off from the original LZ and land miles south of it. Of course the Covenant was quick to capitalize on this and immediately engaged the main assault force with ground troops.

Cut of and with no support we decided to RV with the other crash sites survivors. We made radio contact and headed towards their position. It was a long walk and we stayed quiet.

When we reached them, nothing was left. Just corpses. Covenant patrols were mopping up. It was good thing we left our Pelican too. We saw dropships moving towards the smoke.

With no other option we decided that we'd try and complete the objective. Or die trying.

Our tech guys had pinpointed the location of a signal jammer near their AA batteries. So we devised a plan.

Half of what was left of our company would assault the jammer, the other half would disable the guns. It was a textbook suicide mission through and through. We had a job to do though.

I was assigned to clear out the compound housing the jammer. We'd be under Marine sniper support along with some heavy weapons fire as we assaulted the compound.

We hiked a solid 4 clicks of mountainous terrain to the jammer. We gave the signal to our support elements and commenced the attack. With any hostile's on the outer perimeter peppered with holes we rushed through the front gate and into a firefight.

Plasma and lead was slung back and forth from each of us as we broke for cover.

Popping in and out to acquire new targets, I forgot how long it lasted. It was only my first mission, no special gear like I had now. Just a regulation Marine BDU and Ma5C.

I was held up behind a stack of crates as my fellow Marines headed up the middle, drawing their attention.

I popped up one last time and saw it.

My first kill.

I still remember it vividly to this day.

My target was a Jackal sniper up on some catwalks picking off our guys.

I leveled my rifle and squeezed the trigger with the necessary 5-pounds of force.

The round sailed straight and true, puncturing a hole big enough you could stick your finger in it. Time seemed to go in slow motion as the round travelled through the Jackal's brain and out it's other temple. The bones and brains splattered all over the wall beside in a beautiful purple splatter.

The Jackals body slumped over lifeless in it's position.

We continued pushing further into the compound as they kept falling back.

Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye I could see a massive blur charge my position.

I instinctively rolled backwards and aimed my sights on what had attacked me. In hindsight, I should've ran.

In front of me was a 7 foot, armor clad elite. Looking mighty pissed off.

Logically I decided to dump every last round into the beast. It was fast though, the rounds it didn't dodge it simply absorbed into it's shielding.

As the ammo counter on my rifle reached 0 found myself nearly face to face with the thing. No time to draw my sidearm, and the Elite readying to swing. I did the only thing that seemed logical.

I dove into it's stomach and tackled it.

It was caught off guard by the bold, yet stupid act. With it's guard now lowered I reached for my knife and looked for a place to insert it. I found a nice place above the hip, near the kidneys.

Inverting the knife so the blade was facing up I plunged it into its side. Blood splattered onto my helmet and face. The mighty creatures roared in agony and defiance. I simply ripped the knife upwards in it's flesh, creating a large gash, bleeding profusely.

Whether in an act of primal instinct or pain it rolled over and placed itself to my side. With my on my back it reered it's fist back for a bone shattering punch.

I rolled to my left, the fist impacted the ground with a thunderous CRUNCH. Another scream of pain from the Elite followed.

Wrapping my legs around it's arm and pinning my boot under its chin I drew my sidearm. Drilling the barrel into the helmet's eye-socket that the Elite wore, I fired round after round until the all too familiar click rang through the walls around me.

I stood up and loaded a new mag into both my weapons, only to find no one around me. Just silence and bodies both friend and foe. The charred corpses of men I'd trained with and the torn up bodies of the enemies I fought.

I ended the recording there. The rest only got worse.

Pulling the chip from the holo-desk. I inserted it back into my helmet.

The sense of dread and shock hung over the room like a bad smell.

"There's your proof." Nothing more needed to be said.

"Well, I think it'd be best to move onto the seconds subject at hand. Now, Team RWBY I called on you for more than an apology." He stopped mid sentence to straighten out his posture. Placing both of his hands together on the desk.

"As far as anyone else on Remnant goes, you 4 are the only others who know of Reeves world and true nature. While Reeves will be handling a… " He stopped once again to ponder his choice of words. Not wanting to give too much away or start a controversy.

"Job offer, I have given him a time may come where he'll be needed on certain assignments. I would like to task you 4 as his support on said assignments." Ozpin finished before almost being shouted at by all 4 members of their team. "Working with him on assignments will also grant you extra credits and lien" The 4 girls all held their words back and looked at each other with shrugged shoulders.

In the blink of an eye they huddled together and started whispering with one another.

Ozpin, Glynda, and I just looked towards each other with clear and utter confusion.

Ruby bursted from the group with a smile ear-to-ear.

"We'll take it!" Blake and Weiss seemed contempt with the decision. Yang was still staring daggers into me.

"Wonderful! If there a no further questions you are all dismissed." No one seemed to have one. So we filed out and into the elevator. There were 3 elevators present in the room, the other 2 were down for maintenance it appeared.

We packed ourselves into the elevator. I guided my hand over the buttons and pinged for the ground floor. My helmet was still attached to my waist, figured there was no need to wear it.

Team RWBY was crowded behind me as I plainly stared at the door.

Weiss was to my left, and Blake to my right.

Each passing level felt like an eternity of tension and awkwardness.

My eyes shifted to my left, towards Weiss' head. I observed closely, if only for a moment. A few, singular beads of sweat were trickling down the side of her forehead.

"For what it's worth... " My head snapped over to Blake. Whose eyes were more fixated on the ground than anything else.

"I'm sorry for what you had to go through… I've lost people I've cared about to in conflict as well." Her hand slightly shaked with the statement, her bow twitching ever so slightly.

I figured it wasn't a time that I could stick to my silence.

"For what it's worth… I'm sorry about having to fight you. An I do apologize. Thank you though, for what you said." I wasn't an emotional person. My statement as kind as it seemed didn't really carry any weight behind it. More of respectful banter rather than a true statement.

The doors slid open with mechanical screech. One by one we all left the confined chamber and went our separate ways.

Well… My separate way at least. They stayed together.

I needed a weapon.

High-Orbit above Talion IV

UNSC Ascension

4 hours after the incident

"I don't care about your excuses Sigma. I only care about why the hell there is a portal the size of a small country projecting into the atmosphere. I'd also like to know as where the fuck my goddamn 2nd Lieutenant is." Major Grant was currently in the observations deck of the UNSC Light Cruiser "The Ascension" having a very heated debrief with an ONI Advisor and the JSOC Task Force sent in almost 4 hours ago.

Other than the previously mentioned there was the Air-Ground coordinator codenames "Overlord".

As stated there was indeed a massive portal projecting itself onto the atmosphere. After Reeves had been teleported and the beam of energy shot into the sky the portal only grew bigger and bigger from its origin point.

The Task Force was instructed to hold tight for research crews to arrive. Only for the Forerunner building to collapse on itself. They pulled out and were ordered to the observation deck for debrief.

"Major, we had no idea what this construct was. My team did as we were trained to do. I do take full responsibility for the events of the last 4 hours however." Sigma, the leader of the ONI Ground Ops team sent in with the Task Force was under some very undesirable heat.

That's when the Advisor stepped in.

"Major, with all due respect the situation was out of my operatives control. There's nothing we can do about it now. However, we have to focus on the task at hand. We only have THIS ship left of all of the ships sent to repel 2 cruisers. We may of destroyed their small battle group but more will come." He paused before activating something on the holo-table in the middle of the room.

"I've requested additional ships and troops be sent to our location for reinforcements. HIGHCOM want us to secure this planet and buy time for Recon teams to be sent through and find what is on the other side. They'll set up a prototype signal relay, much like what we use for slipspace and radio back to the fleet." The ONI Advisor in his black Naval uniform placed his hands behind his back.

"Are you ordering me Lieutenant?" Grant was someone who believed in the Chain of Command, he also didn't like the Navy to much. They tended to mess with his operations to many times, causing unnecessary deaths and other complications.

Example A being the giant portal in the atmosphere.

"No. Major I am not ordering you" He tapped something into a holo-pad before turning it around and displaying it to the Major. It was message from HIGHCOM.

"High Command is…" he then turned it back to himself and returned to his tapping.

The Major sighed and adjusted the cap on his forehead. All while rubbing the back of his head.

"Of course, if you have a problem with it… You can always take it up with them?" The Advisor smirked and looked towards Grant once again.

"Didn't think so… I'm not heartless though. You'll be able to handle asset management and strategic command over the whole operation. You can even select the Recon team if you wish… Though, I think we both know who you're sending in?" The Advisor then layed the holo-pad on the table and left the observations deck.

"ONYX TEAM!" The Major shouted towards the very large group of Tier 1 units. Out of the group of mismatched Special Operations from all branches of the UNSC. A single team stepped up. They wore grey Marine BDU's with photo-reactive camo and Gungnir helmets that only they got. Other than Spartans that was.

They were Reeves' team, and they were ready to go.

Reeves trained every new batch of Force Recon recruits in selection for 1st Force Recon Company. Each member who made it through was systematically assigned a team. From Metal Team to Granite Team.

All except Onyx. Reeves led that team and handpicked trainees who showed promise to be apart of it. Out of all the Force Recon Marines in 1st Company, these were the best.

All 7 members stood in a horizontal line in front of the Major at attention. All 7, due to Reeves currently not being here.

In his absence was First Sergeant Cooper, A CQC specialist and second-in command for Reeves.

"Onyx, Reeves has spoken highly of you, so have your fellow Marines." The major finished adjusting his hat once more before continuing his speech. "I pray that Reeves is right about you because his life may depend on it." He grabbed the holo-pad and checked the operations timeline.

"You've all got 2 days at the most until the operation begins. You'll be inserted via Pelican through the portal with a prototype radio relay. Once the relay is in position, secure the LZ for the rest of the Ground Force. We'll set up and FOB there and work form then on out." He sighed again and slightly slammed the holo-table with his fist.

"I don't know why ONI want this portal so much or if there's even anything on the other side of ANY strategic value. Guess we'll have to go in 'guns up, heads down."

The mission was somewhat suicidal. However, that was sorta the job.

"Dismissed."

The whole room filled out in a hurry. No doubt to prepare for the mission to come. Leaving an old, grizzled Major alone. Looking into what could possibly be oblivion itself.

"Alright Reeves. Time to do what you do best… Survive"

Remnant

Beacon Academy, Vale

4 hours after the incident

As I navigated through the twisting hall ways of the school I felt a slight vibration in my pocket. I reached down and searched through the pouch to try and find the source of the disruption.

I pulled out a small phone with a glass plating that seemed to extend and retract as the user activated it.

A scroll was what Ozpin called it. Operated quite similar to that of a modern day smartphone.

A single message was displayed on the screen.

'Your room is located on the 3rd floor in the dormitory section of the school on the West side of the campus. You're looking for a door with the number 628 on it. Use the scroll to gain access to your room and other school facilities.' ~ Ozpin

Interesting… The man works fast.

I rounded another corner

In front of me was the Beacon armory. Though it was more of a locker room than anything. I held my scroll up to the ID scanner and the door's lock clicked open.

Grabbing the handle I opened the door slowly. I always did enjoy weapons so might as well savor the moment. Low and behold there it was. Lockers as far as the eye could see, weapons parts scattered throughout the room and plenty of ammunition to supply a small army.

I marched over to the locker that held my room number. 628, my new lucky number.

Scanning my scroll once again the locker opened with a mechanical clunk.

There they were.

Inside were my signature weapons. Not exactly unique but you grow attached to your weapons after so long.

My BR55 was still in pristine condition alongside all of the magazines I'd brought with me. Hanging near the bottom of the locker was my M6C SOCOM Magnum. With all of the assorted mags of course.

Lazily tossed on the foot of the locker was my combat knife. Still sharp and definitely still lethal. I almost took offense to how they treated the blade.

Placing each mag into the pouches on my kit I soon realized that I'd need to find a way to get new rounds. My weapons were chambered very specifically and unless this world had the rounds I needed I may have to do some weapon tinkering.

After placing the last mag into its pouch I grabbed my sidearm and holstered into the drop-holster on my leg. I followed that up by grabbing my combat knife and sheathing it into the scabbard on the top left side of my chest plate.

I slung my rifle around my shoulder and made sure the safety was on.

As I left the armory I decided I might as well try and synchronize my watch and HUD's clock. Pulling out my scroll and preparing to adjust my clocks setting I soon realized that they were both in synch.

So Remnant and my universe both had the same time frames. That made my life a little less infuriating.

I was glad I checked the clock because the time was reaching 9:45. Good thing it was a Friday or I'd have to worry about students getting to classes tomorrow.

Just means my walk to the shuttle to Vale would be quiet.

As I entered the West wing of the campus and climbed to the 3rd floor of the dorms, I could see Ruby entering her room just about 30-40 meters down from my own.

I made a mental note that my support team lived just a few doors down and unlocked my own. Entering the room I found that it was decently sized. A single bed lay at the back of the room and a small washroom in the far right corner. There was a desk by the door and a closet on the left-hand side wall. A few bookshelves laid on both sides of my bed as well as a night stand.

It was cozy, that's one thing for sure.

Stripping off each piece of my clothing and gear until I lay in simply my underwear and T-shirt I flopped into bed.

Only as I lay in the warm, comforting mattress did I realize just how much my body hurt.

Aching muscles lay still in rebellion, ignoring my brains command to move under the covers.

Eventually my mind grew tired of the mental clash in my head and simply decided to sleep instead.

Good call.

My eyes fluttered shut and my thoughts drifted away like a forgotten memory. Leaving me a piece.

Until it was time to go back to work tomorrow.

That's the second Chapter finished. Like I said at the beginning, I am enjoying the feedback and I'm working to fix some of the problems addressed. So please keep making reviews critiquing the story. It's the only way I can make it more enjoyable for you guys.

I'll be trying to create the 3rd chapter soon but my School and Sports are already consuming a lot of time so expect updates for both stories to be spotty at best.