The next man is revealed. Thanks to those who have reviewed so far. It has come to my attention that somethings have to be cleared up.

name of the team is "Gurren", just like in the anime.
2. This story takes place in Remnant and any characters from Gurren Lagann have been born in Remnant.
3. I do not own Gurren Lagann or RWBY. Those rights belong to Gainex and Rooster Teeth respectively.

Thanks to Don Orbit for bringing these to my attention! Now on with the story!

Soil Trailer (from Simons POV)

Digging tunnels. That was my job. Digging tunnels to send people to blow holes in the ground, leading to the expansion of towns and cities. Sometimes the tunnels I dug would turn into fortresses to protect people. Thats what I thought, at least.

For most of my life, I never questioned why I dug. I just did it because it was my job. My parents thought is was a good idea. They had me go to the digging crew while it was still peaceful. So for next few months, I dug. It worked out okay for a while. My village was expanding and flourishing with new travelers. We thought nothing would stop us.

We were wrong. For the first time, we dug to deep.

Before I saw them, I could hear the screams. I dug as fast as I could back to the village. As soon as I climbed out of the mines overlooking the village, I knew I was to late. Dozens of the black creatures I've heard about were crawling all over. I thought that the Grimm were just legends; stories to spook kids into obedience. But here they were all over my village. Everyone was panicking, the Grimm were massacring them. I feel onto my knees in despair. Everything was going so well this morning.

Wait. This morning. My parents!

I shot up and sprinted down the hill towards my house. It was just on the outer edge of the village. I sprinted around the corner and couldn't believe what saw.

My mom was backed against an almost collapsed wall with a look of fear in her eyes. My dad fighting of a Beowolf with a fire poker. My dad caught a glimpse of me standing not to far away. He smiled at me.

That was the last smile he ever gave.

The Beowolf lunged. Mom screamed. Dad fell limp. The Beowolf lunged again. Mom fell limp against the wall. I fell to my knees, not caring about the monster towering in front of me. I wanted to die. I didn't want to live in this world alone. I simply sat there with dead eyes, waiting for the release.

But it never came. I heard a thump and looked at the dead and disintegrating corpse of the Beowolf with an arrow stuck in the skull.

"Simon!"

I looked my right. It was the resident hunter in my village. A tall man with a stern face. He had long brownish black hair and a goatee. His bow was drawn in case the Grimm got up again. His quiver of arrows almost halfway gone.

"Get out of here, boy!" "I...can't...my...parents."

He glanced over at my parents bodies. A sad look came upon his face as he walked over to them. He grabbed the fire poker from Dad's hand.

"Listen to me, son. If they were still here, they would want you to fight and keep living. Do you hear me?"

He thrusted the poker near my face. I looked at it with sadness, then took it. "I...hear you."

"Good, now listen hear. I want you to the east side of the village. There are people there who can help you escape. My son is with them, he is about your age. After you have escaped, run. Run as far away as you can. Run, Simon Umberto!"

"Yes, sir." Then I ran.

That was all nine years ago. I have learned to accept me parents deaths and have made the promise to live on.