A/N: I don't own the RWBY or the Warhammer 40K Universe. If I did, then a lot of mishaps would have happened years ago.

Words: "Words"

Thoughts: 'Thoughts'

Yelling: "YELLING"

High Gothic: "Speaking"

Zachariah Acrius was a man of respect. He respected others as much as they respected him, and a lot of men respected the grizzled sergeant. It was hard not to, especially if said sergeant had fought in and survived 2 Ork Waagh!s, multiple Chaos incursions, and a Tyranid hive invasion in quick succession. The scars on his face and the cold, dead look in his eyes during a firefight would attest to his experience. However, all the respect that men had for him could not help him as he bled whilst sitting against a tree.

'Damn that sorcerer.' He bitterly thought to himself. His arm was dismembered by a creature from the warp and a lucky swing from a daemon's sword created a deep wound on his abdomen when he and his daughter tackled the heretic into the warp portal. All in all, he knew that he would not survive. Suddenly his daughter sat up from her position from the ground and for a moment, she was confused as to where she was before she saw what was around her. As she took in her surroundings, Acrius became wistful at seeing his only daughter relish being in the presence of life that was not overtly violent. A violent coughing fit tore through his body.

"Krissa." He croaked out, his strength rapidly fading. She turned around and he could feel her sorrow from where he sat.

"DAD!" The last uninjured member of Safeguard Red ran towards him. She swiftly slid beside him, inspecting his wounds. "What happened?"

"Daemons." Acrius grunted out. His wounds flared, causing him to wince a bit.

"Hold on Dad, I'll look for an Imperial outpost." Krissa began, refusing to believe that her father is at death's door.

"Krissa…" Acrius spoke wearily.

"They'll fix you up, just like they fixed me." She continued.

"Krissa." Acrius raised his voice a little bit, attempting to get her attention.

"Don't worry dad, they'll fix you. They'll have to. They have to fix you up." Krissa began to ramble, her denial causing her to think irrationally.

"Krissa!" Her sergeant exclaimed with what strength he had, successfully gaining her attention. "Krissa, you know as well as I that I am not going to survive."

"No dad, you're going to make it. It's only us now, mom and Emile are dead and Carter is missing. We have to stick together."

"I know that Krissa. I know that." He clasped onto a pendant of the aquila, a gift from his wife on their wedding day. "But Chaos does not care whether or not we are the last of our family or not. Don't worry, my soul shall be with the Emperor."

"I can't Dad." Krissa's throat tightened, her eyes beginning to burn.

"You have to keep going Krissa. For me, for your mother and your siblings. You have to keep living." He unclasped the pendant as well as his dogtags. "The pendant was your mother's, keep it to remind you that we are watching from the God-Emperor's light."

"I will." Her hands grasped onto his outstretched hand, gently squeezing it.

"Where's my sword?" He asked hastily, attempting to find his final gift to her before his time passed. Acrius heard his daughter unclasp it from his belt and presented the sheathed weapon to him. He smiled at her and pushed the weapon back, much to her surprise. "It's yours now. You are the last Kasrkin of Safeguard Red. The responsibility of reviving the squad rests on your shoulders, Sergeant Krissa Acrius." She nodded stiffly at the revelation of her new position in the Imperial Guard's hierarchy before attaching the power sabre to her own belt.

"Krissa, my dearest daughter, would you do your father one final request? Would you take off your helmet so that I may see your beautiful face one last time." A small smile was on his face, but in his eyes Krissa could see that was he scared of leaving her. Nodding softly, she took off her grey helmet with a hiss as the respirator was disconnected. Krissa Acrius would have been considered a natural beauty in Cadia. Short hair with the colour of a heartwarming flame barely reaching the back of her neck framed a young face with elegant angles. Her right eye was a dark purple, a common colour for a Cadian, and had a glint of a burning will behind them. However, her left eye was a bionic with a blazing red lens and had an ugly vertical scar going through it, a parting gift from her first encounter with a hormagaunt. A small nose resting above supple lips completed her near perfect face.

He reached up to her face and cupped her cheek, rubbing his thumb against the scar on her face, successfully staining it. He chuckled weakly again, muttering "A spitting image of your mother." before he drew his final breath and felt the ice-cold hands of death wrap around his body for a moment before a warmth engulfed his soul and carried it away.

Krissa shed a few tears as she felt her father's hand go limp. The pain of losing the last known survivor of your family hit her with so much force that she knelt on her current spot for nearly 3 minutes before she snapped out of her reverie. She donned her helmet once again and with robotic movements honed through the constant participation of procedure 105-C, Krissa removed her father's equipment from his body and laid to the side. Then, she fished out an entrenching tool from her rucksack and proceeded to dig a hole for both the equipment and for his body. After an hour of laborious digging, she had created a sizable hole for her father and a smaller one for the equipment. For the equipment, she collected her father's hellgun power packs before priming a krak grenade so that it would blow up everything in the hole.

For the grave, she attempted to place his body in the hole in a more dignified manner than what was usually done as 105-C is sometimes conducted after a firefight. When she had accomplished the task, Krissa positioned her father's hand over his heart to make a crude half-aquila, before hoisting herself out of the hole to cover it up once again with dirt. Once it was finished, Krissa noted the tree with her father's bloodstains and approached it whilst drawing her combat knife. With careful movements, she was able to write a simple message on the bark. "Here lies a man, whose faith was as steadfast as his sense of duty."

"May you celebrate in the Emperor's Light." She said to her father's grave. Making the sign of the aquila, she turned around and walked into the dense forest, her gun raised to fight off any threat.

Ozpin stared at the cameras that littered his scroll. He was not amused at the initial conflicts between Ruby Rose and Weiss Schnee. There was something about the two that just made them argue all the time. Maybe it was the age difference. Whatever it was, it needed to be resolved soon or else their partnership would jeopardize everyone else's safety. He also watched as Jaune Arc created a torch so that he and Pyrrha Nikos could enter a cave that he claimed was the location of the relics. At the back of his mind, he agreed with Professor Goodwitch's statement about the boy's obvious lack of experience contradicted his documentation's others seemed to be getting along just fine, albeit the opposite personalities of Yang Xiao Long, Blake Belladonna, Nora Valkyrie and Lie Ren. However, something was bugging him for quite a while now and had gotten the most of his attention.

Camera 43-D. About an hour ago, the camera had undergone a bout of hard static and connection issues. Once the static resided, he caught a glimpse of a purple portal closing behind two prone figures. One of these figures was missing an arm and had a deep wound on his abdomen. He watched as the second one rose from their slumber and fretted over the wounded figure. For a few minutes they conversed and Ozpin was able to see a glimpse of the second figure's face after they took their helmet off, but the camera's angle prevented him from getting a more detailed view. It was enough to tell him that second person was a woman.

For the past hour, he took glances at the second figure as she dug two holes on the ground. During that time, he wasn't as worried about their allegiance or their mental stability as he let the second figure bury the first. However, when he saw the second figure walk out of the camera's field of view, then he got a little worried.

"Glynda, our guest has left camera 43-D's sight." He heard her weary sigh behind him before she responded.

"What do you think I should do?" She asked, already knowing that he would be sending her out to greet said 'guest'.

"Watch our guest from a distance. If they are a threat to the children, eliminate them. If they aren't, then we may have a chance for diplomacy."

"Did you feel that?" Pyrrha asked in the total darkness of the cave that she and Jaune currently were exploring.

"Soul-crushing regret?" The young lad asked as he got up from the ground after tripping.

"No, it's warm." They both looked worriedly at each other before they ventured deeper into the cave. They didn't have to walk for long before they came across a glowing orange object.

"That's the relic!" He reached out and tried to get it, but it moved. Multiple attempts were made, but to no avail until Jaune jumped and latched onto the 'relic'. However, as soon as he had done that, Jaune and Pyrrha had realized what had caused the 'relic's' movements.

The 'relic' was the stinger of a Deathstalker.

Krissa shifted her head, watching for anything out of the ordinary. A shadow that didn't belong, a glint of metal, anything that would indicate the presence of a hostile force. Her walk through the forest was uneventful and she was starting to wonder if there are any forms of human life on this planet as she has only heard the calls of various creatures living in the trees.

So far there were no visible threats, except for that lingering feeling that someone was watching her. Years of honing her instincts told her that whoever was watching her was possibly dangerous. She did not know where they were, but when she found them, they would regret spying on her.

Suddenly, a scream tore through the soft noise of rustling leaves. She looked up and saw a figure fly across the sky. Judging by the flailing limbs and the horrid screaming, it was obvious that it was not on their accord. 'Was it xeno or human?'

Then, the trees in front of her shook violently and loud creaks sounded off not too far from her. Not wanting to get into a fight with a large enemy force, she dove for foliage and laid there. Raising her hellgun, she prepared for a firefight against the creatures of the forest, or worse, creatures of the Warp. To her surprise, she saw another human burst through the bushes. Although this human woman's attire was a little odd, as it consisted of pieces of armour that barely covered anything important as well as accessories such as a circlet on her forehead. In her hands was a spear, causing Krissa to tense at the sight of a weapon.

A moment later, she saw what the woman was running from as an enormous creature tore through the trees that stood in front of Krissa. It looked like an organism called a 'scorpion' from Ancient Terran manuscripts, but the sheer size of it as well as the markings on it's plate armour told her that it was not natural. 'Daemon.' She venomously thought as it snapped its claws at the spartan-esque woman. Fury momentarily flooded her thoughts as she remembered the mutilated bodies of Imperial citizens that were used by heretics and daemons for their disgusting rituals.

Jumping out of her hiding spot, she opened fire at the daemon. Her shots landed true and the daemon screeched in pain. The golden stinger at its tail fell at the lack of anything supporting it or connecting it to the body of the daemon. It swivelled around and faced the source of its pain and saw another human pointing something at it. Screeching loudly to intimidate this human, it was surprised that it did not give out any powerful emotions. It felt a semblance of anger from the human, but that was it.

Krissa stood her ground as the daemon shrieked at her. She also heard the woman call to her, but she could not understand what she had said. Maybe the people on this world spoke in a language that she was not familiar with. It was of little importance as the main threat was in front of her, ready to strike.

"For the Emperor." She growled out before firing at it once more.

Pyrrha Nikos, four time Minstrel Tournament Champion and the 'Invincible Girl' of Remnant, was running for her life. It was not out of cowardice, but of survival as she knew that it would be suicide to fight a Deathstalker alone. In the back of her mind, she was worried about her new friend Jaune. The young lad may not survive a fall from that speed, especially since his aura was just unlocked.

As she barrelled through a bush in front of her, she noticed a small colour discrepancy at a bush to her left. 'Grey is not a natural colour in a forest.' The toppling of trees behind her made the Spartan ignore the thought and run faster. Then, she heard a flurry of movement from the bush so she altered her path to avoid whatever Grimm decided to ambush her. Instead, she heard cracks reminiscent to sticks being snapped, which were followed by the Deathstalker screeching. Willing to take a risk to see what was going on, Pyrrha turned her head, slowing down a tad as she did.

What she saw surprised her, a lone person dressed in attire that she had never seen before was aiming an unknown weapon at the Grimm without any indication of retreat. The Deathstalker, which was missing it stinger, screeched at such a loud volume that Pyrrha had to cover her ears. "Run! It's too strong for one person." Pyrrha stopped for a moment to warned the figure, but it did not pay any heed to her call.

Straining her ears, she heard the figure mutter something under their breath. Their voice was garbled the the mask on their face, but she could tell that the figure was a female. Surprise coursed through Pyrrha as she saw the source of the cracking noise she heard. It was the weapon on the figure's hands and whenever the figure fired, a bolt of light escaped the weapon and hit the Deathstalker's armour carapace within an instant. Scorch marks littered the Deathstalker's body and pincers as the creature displayed some intelligence by shielding its head with it pincers. When the figure's gun stopped discharging, the giant scorpion lunged at her. She rolled out of the way and ran towards Pyrrha, who began running once more at the sight of the Deathstalker.

'Regular strength bolts aren't penetrating its armour! Gotta up the power.' Krissa thought to herself as she ran through the forest, the redhead a few paces away from her. She was wary of the individual, not entirely sure if she has been tainted by Chaos. So if her suspicions were true, then Krissa was in a prime position to take out the redhead with a swipe of her father's sword. On the other hand, she needed the redhead to guide her through the forest as she does not want to come into contact with anymore of the daemons that reside in this world without taking out the bigger threat.

They both of them crashed through the brush in front of them and were rewarded with the sight of an open field. At the distance, they saw ruins and a few other individuals gathered there. Krissa sprinted past Pyrrha and was increasing the distance between them before stopping and turning around. The Kasrkin calmly ejected a power pack from her hellgun, placed it in a pouch for future recharging and loaded a new one while cranking the power setting to maximum. Aiming down the sights, she took a slow breath and fired once.

The Imperial Lasgun is a marvelous piece of human technology. Simple, robust and frightfully effective. At normal settings, it is able to dismember a human at close range and cause explosions of flesh at medium ranges due to the almost instantaneous increase in temperature of blood. However, at higher power settings, the lasgun is able to penetrate certain sections of Astartes Power Armour. The hellgun of course, takes this power to another level.

Krissa watched as the lasbolt travelled the distance between her and the daemon in a blink of an eye. She watched as the bolt pierced the armour of the creature and caused the soft sections to explode, showering the ground with black matter. The daemon fell in an instant, dirt being displaced from its abrupt crash into the ground. Krissa hummed in approval of her kill before another shriek reverberated in the air. She looked up and saw another daemon, this time in the shape of an enormous bird. 'This world suffers from Chaos!'

'This day is getting very interesting as it goes on.' Yang thought to herself. It was suppose to be a regular initiation day for her. Get launched by a catapult, become partners with a monochromatic ninja, and witness your sister fall from the sky only to be intercepted by a flying guy, which turned out to be Vomit Boy. Then said guy tries to rescue your sister's partner, Ice Queen, by catching her in his arms only for them to fall to the ground with his body being a cushion for your sister's partner. Then you see Pumpkin Spice and this weird looking fellow run away from a Deathstalker when said fellow suddenly sprinted ahead of Pumpkin Spice and took out the Deathstalker with one shot from the neat gun of theirs. Now they had to deal with a Nevermore that Ruby had probably pissed off. But then again, what was considered normal?

Yang used Ember Cecilia to launch herself to the highest point of the ruins so that she would be able to hit the Nevermore with the shotgun slugs in her gauntlets. At the corner of her eye, she saw the some of the others had also the same idea and were propelling themselves with the recoil of the weapons to get closer to the massive bird-Grimm. The only ones who stayed behind with the stranger were Vomit Boy, Pumpkin Spice, and the quiet guy who hangs around Nora.

Welp, more fun for her.

"So what should we do now?" Jaune asked the group as he inched away from the person wearing the futuristic helmet. The little show that their guest did for them unnerved Jaune a bit as he could not believe that no one could be so calm when a huge Grimm was headed towards them.

"Well, I suppose that we could help out as much as we can, but only Pyrrha here has the weapon capable of hitting the Nevermore and our friend's rifle has a limited range. In the end, all we have to do is take cover and let the others kill the Nevermore." The normally quiet Ren spoke up, voicing the thoughts of the Remnant natives. A roar from the forest caught their attention and their eyes widened when they saw a large pack of Beowulves led by an Alpha Beowulf.

"I think you jinxed it Ren." Jaune piped up, earning a 'shut up' from Ren. Then, without warning, the armoured warrior that Pyrrha brought along with her ran across the open field to attack the Beowulf pack. "Hey! Come back!" Jaune yelled at the figure and was going to attempt to at least aid him when Nevermore feathers embedded themselves at the ground in front of them, effectively blocking the most direct path to Pyrrha's guest.

'This world needs to be purified! It will not share Cadia's fate!' Krissa thought with conviction as she sprinted towards the mass of daemons gathered at the tree line. She heard the blonde boy scream at her, but like the redhead, she could not understand the language he spoke. She lowered the power setting of the hellgun in her arms as she noticed the smaller amount of bone-like protrusions on these daemons' bodies compared to the scorpion daemon she killed before. Furthermore, she also attached a bayonet at their lack of any ranged capabilities, which she knew they would compensate with relentless melee assaults.

She stopped in her tracks as soon as she saw the daemons run towards her. With careful aim, she landed headshot after headshot at the mass of daemons. One of the daemons lunged at her from the side, but she sidestepped out of the way and shot it before it could pounce at her again. She noticed that the larger daemon stayed behind a bit from its subordinates and briefly wondered if the daemons here operated in a hierarchy similar to that of the Orks. Her train of thought was interrupted by a whistling noise and she turned around just in time to dodge an enormous feather belonging to the raven daemon.

Growling at the feather, Krissa tried to increase her distance from the raven daemon by running further away from it, but the wolf daemons were blocking her path. Swearing under her breath, an action that would have gotten a lecture from her father, she raised her hellgun to fire at the daemons blocking her path, but her weapon was swatted from her hands by a daemon. The same daemon pounced upon her and it took all of her strength to keep it from ripping her head out with its fangs.

With a nearly inaudible whir, she grabbed onto the muzzle of the wolf daemon and slowly began to apply pressure on it, causing the daemon to whimper in pain. Before it could do anything to escape, Krissa jerked the wolf daemon's head towards her, the sheer force of the pull decapitated the daemon. One of the daemons suddenly howled, making Krissa crane her head to the right. She saw the redhead's spear sticking out of the daemon's chest before it was pulled out by its owner. Her colleagues were right behind her, aiding her in the extermination of the daemons.

'So, this world has some sort of Planetary Defense Force against the daemons. Good.' The creature atop of her was pushed off by the blonde knight, who held out his hand with worry etched on his face. Since these people have somewhat proven themselves, she relented and latched onto his arm to pull herself up. The boy was speaking to her again in his language, she recognized the language and understood a few words here and there, but she could not remember what his language was called. So she tapped the side of her head and shook it, trying to say that she could not understand him.

Not waiting for his response, Krissa searched for her weapon. She found it underneath a daemon whose skull was crushed by what appears to be a hammer. Turning about she saw the culprit, a young brunette wielding an enormous warhammer, and was shocked to see the pinkish hammer collapse into a grenade launcher. She saw the same phenomenon occur with the redhead's spear as it transformed into a rifle. 'Interesting.'

As she picked up her hellgun, she saw the larger daemon return to the shadows of the forest. It was glaring at her with its red eyes, but she was not intimidated by this as she has experienced that exact glare from the heretical Marines of Chaos. Scanning the battlefield, Krissa somewhat relaxed her stance when there was no sign of the daemons returning. The Kasrkin noticed that her 'allies' were being unnaturally quiet and turned to understand why. They seem to be staring at something at the distance, and to sate her curiosity, she followed their line of sight. She turned just in time to see one of the PDFs of the planet decapitate the giant raven daemon with a wicked looking red scythe.

'Amazing. And these are only children by the looks of it.' She frowned behind her respirator. 'Regardless of their skill, they are still inexperienced and unprepared for a true war. These daemons are not much of a challenge, acting like Tyranids and Orks as they rely on their sheer numbers along with a variety of larger species.'

A shiver went down her spine and she reacted out of instinct, swivelling around and shouldering her hellgun to eliminate a threat from behind. Rather than seeing a daemon, she saw a woman with blonde hair and green eyes glaring at her.

"I am Glynda Goodwitch, Professor of Beacon Academy. Who are you and what is your purpose here?" The blonde instructor practically demanded the person that was aiming an advanced looking weapon at her. Several moments of uncomfortable silence hung between the two tense individuals before a nervous Jaune responded.

"Uh, Ms. Goodwitch.. They can't hear you."

"Then take off that blasted helmet!" She exclaimed, prompting the soldier to tense up, the bayonet on their weapon shining menacingly.

"Glynda, I said watch from a distance. Not agitate them." Ozpin muttered to himself as he watched the conversation.

The moment the blonde woman screamed, alarms were going off in Krissa's head. She was not certain that the woman was a servant of Chaos, but she was sure that she could be a threat to her safety. Much to her surprise, the blonde boy was meekly trying to reason with the woman, which got him a glare from her. From behind Krissa, she could hear the others jogging towards them to investigate the ruckus. Then, the woman shifted her furious gaze back to Krissa, as if she was inviting her to try something stupid.

So, she was going to take a risk. After listening to the children's conversations intently, she might have an idea on what language they were speaking. Although, should she really use a holy dialect of Gothic to converse with these people? With silent prayers of apology to the God-Emperor, she spoke.

"I. Sorry… I. Not. Understand. Words." The armoured figure spoke haltingly, raising a few eyebrows.

A/N: Hello my friends! Chapter two is here. Now, as you may have noticed, this story is going to be taking place from Episode 7/8 onwards. The reason behind this mainly because I want the story to progress as I watch the TV Show.

Also, to those who are curious, I will not be placing Krissa in a Killteam consisted of other 40k badasses and I will try to limit the inclusion of other 40k antagonists. The main idea of my story is the underlying thought of 'What would a 40k character do in this scenario?'.

Finally, the language barrier is an aspect that I need you guys to help me on as it is kind of hard to accurately portray someone who is struggling to overcome a language barrier. As for the 'holy dialect of Gothic' that Krissa is speaking, I was thinking of calling it Gothica Primordius or something like that. Thoughts?

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