Chapter 2

Cheka headquarters, Moscow.

Comrade Isaac Yezkhov sat there on his desk in his office on floor No2 of the Ministry of Security. The day so far was not interrupted. First came breakfast, then a full day of paperwork. In other words, it was boring. While others are dying for the revolution, he sits there and is left with only paperwork. His superiors told him that everyone must do their part for the revolution.

Than an interruption came, from a simple ring of a Telephone

*RING*

"Hello" said Comrade Yezkhov as he answered the phone.

"Comrade, this is Agent Khrasnov, reporting from Petrograd"

"What is it Comrade Khrasnov?"

"We have a Kulak cell in our area"

"Kulak?"

Yes, Traitor, a parasite of the working class, the tyrant of the people the-"

"Now...calm down comrade"
"The Kulak is a little girl "

"Little girl?"

"Yes comrade, this little girl is a menace to the revolution; she must be hanged and quartered"

"All this over a little girl?"

"The revolution is of the upmost importance, Comrade Yezkhov, you of all people should not that"

"Of course the revolution is of top priority, but I see no harm coming from a little girl, no matter of class"

"Well, what if I told you she speaks English"

"She speaks English?"

"Yes, we have a foreign capitalist spy in our midst"

"A Spy?"

"Probably from the British or the Americans, wanting to subvert the revolution" Khrasnov hypothesized with a tinge of paranoia

"Why on Earth would the Americans or the British send a young lady as a spy?"

"In these times, reason must be swept aside for the sake of vigilance, Comrade"

"Well if vigilance be damned, We will see what we can do, now what is the description of this...spy"

"The girl has Dark red hair, red and blue cloak, grey eyes, and pale skin"

"Dark red hair, red and blue cloak, grey eyes, pale skin...Coordinates?"

"Just north from here, I have reports of her leaving the area at a speed of tiger"

"North of Petrograd, near the Finnish border most likely" Yezkhov added.

"She's probably heading towards Murmansk, were the Western Capitalists have landed, which confirms my suspicions"

"I'll call for a deployment of detachment No.9 near Murmansk"

"Yes, very well, Dastnevdanya"

"Dastnevdanya, comrade, and long live the revolution".

"And I though today was just more boring paper work" Yezkhov thought to himself as he put down the phone.

Southern Ukraine, Free territory

At the center of quiet settlement, consisting of mostly tents, makeshift cabins and sandbag, was a meeting, a meeting of men and women who wished to bring complete liberation to the people of the south. This meeting however was not quite about that.

"Brothers, I do not understand, what about the little Bourgeoisie girl"? Said there "leader" Makhno who stood on a tree stump in peasants attire.

"Brother Makhno, She has the agility of no one I have seen" spoke Brother Mikhail.

"Why would a Bourgeoisie gymnast be so important?" Makhno asked, still confused at what they were on about.

"When she landed on the ground, the Cossacks approached her and the she road with them as they left."

Makhno was intrigued and alarmed. "Could there be saboteurs at work?" he thought.

This I swear from the tip of my eye" stated Brother-comrade Pyotr, who stood with Mikhail on his right.

"Are you implying that she has ties with them, if she is of Bourgeoisie class that is not surprising that she and her family would associate with the slave drivers of Proletariat, perhaps she is of some value if she was important to the Cossacks?"

The Nurse and the Doctor whispered to each other in a tongue that Blake did not know.

"Uh, excuse me" she said to the couple.

"You speak English, yes?" the Doctor replied in a light accent of Unknown region.

"English?" she said with a confused tone and face. "Doesn't he mean Valic, and what accent is that?" she thought. Naming aside, Blake decided to play along with the Doctor, regardless at how odd this was.

"Yes, I speak...English" she assured, despite not knowing what English is (Perhaps a type of Valic dialect?).

"I am Doctor Yerenov, this is my assistant, Kira" He introduced brown haired girl, who looked to be in her 30s, possibly the same name as the Doctor. "She does not speak English"

This meant that she was not in Vale if this girl didn't know "English". If so where was she? Looking out the window, she probably was in a country that was very cold. Speaking of that, she had more questions about that parade.

"My name is Blake, Blake Belladonna" She hesitantly introduced herself.

Blake looked at the expression on the doctor's face. It read that there was some hint of curiosity.

"Such an odd name for a girl, do girls from...America, I am assuming, have such a name?"

He tossed in another unknown place, America. "Where and what is an America" she thought to herself.

"I am not from America, Doctor" she politely replied.

"Then where are you from, if I must inquire?"

"I am from Vale" Blake stated bluntly, not foreseeing his reaction.

"Vale?" said the Doctor with one eyebrow raised in confusion. Why was there confusion?

"Why do you say it like that?" Blake asked. He had to know Vale is, it's common knowledge taught by geography teachers since childhood.

"You know, one of the Five Kingdoms?" She clarified in a tone of light frustration. Blake did not have time for jokes; she needed to get back to Beacon.

"Five Kingdoms, Young lady I am afraid I do not understand what you are on about, the cold water may have made you delirious, I recommend you get some rest."

"Cold Water?" she stated, again confused. When did she get into cold water? "No matter" she thought. What happened in the past was not a concern right now. Then she had an idea.

"Doctor, do you have a map?" she asked with curiosity. Something was not right, and the Doctor's comment on the Five Kingdoms was not helping.

'I have globe, why?" he answered. Something was odd about this girl.

"I'd like to take a look at it" she stated bluntly.

"Very peculiar" the Doctor thought. With her talks of "Five Kingdoms" this girl needed some help.

"Follow me" gestured the Doctor.

Yerenov opened the door of his office to Blake. The Faunus took a moment to inspect the office. It looked very old world, with a wooden desk and Typewriter. As Yerenov promised, the globe was there next to the Typewriter. The globe was oddly a tint of white.

"Take a look" permitted the Doctor as he near the door. Blake promptly glazed at the globe and spun it around. As kept spinning, her eyes began to widen in horror. The shock of the situation began to creep. There were no Five Kingdoms, as commonly seen in most globes, but two large continents with borders. She could not understand it, for the words were in an alien language. The Revelation began to set in, but one part of her psyche wanted to reject it, the rational part of Blake. The Revelations however won the day for the implications also began to sink in.

It all made sense now. Why else would Doctor not know about the Five Kingdoms? She didn't know how it was possible, but she wasn't on Remnant any more.

"WHERE THE HELL AM I", screamed a confused Yang. The Horseman poked his finger into his ear to make sure it was working.

"I would think you would know that, then again I still do not know how you were buried in the sand" said the Man.

"This was unreal' Yang thought. Somehow she had been teleported to some desert, separating her from the team. She did not know where she was, but one thing she did know was Vale did not have deserts.

"But if you must know" the man continued, "We are near the Caspian Sea".

Yang did not know were or what that was, but all she saw was sand, sand, and more sand. No water in sight. Then by chance, a gull flew over the white sun. "We must be nearby this "Caspian Sea", she thought. Then a thought occurred. "Maybe this dude can take me there and sail me back to veil, that's it, its genius!"

"Mr. Soldier guy" spoke Yang. "My name is Fyodor Zhukov" the man said as his head finally turned to her. Yang could tell there was a bit of sweat on the man's black beard. "Thank god I am not a dude" she thought to herself.

"Ok, uh Fyodor, can you take me to the sea?" she asked. Fyodor could tell that deep down in this rough tumble Yankee girl wanted to go home. How he or she would do it, he did not know, but that a man, communist or not, would not leave a fellow human in distress. Her oddly purple eyes pleaded like a dog wanting leftovers.

"My superiors, gave me orders to meet them here, perhaps they could help take you there". He said to her.

"Fyo, can I call you that?" asked Yang. "Uh, sure" Fyodor answered unsurely. "Thanks for all your help, I know we just met like, uh how long has it been?"

"A minute" answered Fyodor. "Well I feel awkward" thought Yang. "He probably thinks I'm a bit crazy with all this dream shit I was babbling about".

"Look, that's beside the point, back home my sister is there, I promised myself and my father I would not let anything bad happen to her" Yang explained the situation to Fyodor.

He only found this strange girl a minute ago, her entire body sans head buried in the sand. Yet he felt that it was an important mission to reunite this girl with her sister. Fyodor could sort of feel were she was coming from; there was also someone he was wishing to reunite with.

Yang's eyes dotted towards the young soldier walking with them. In turn, he softly waved and gave a cheesy looking grin. "He's a shy one" Yang thought, she could tell when a boy was shy, they packed shit eating grins when in the presence of the opposite sex. "Where are my manners, this is Nikolai" introduced Fyodor, "He does not know English, so I will translate."

"Hey, Fyo" invoked Yang.

"Yes, comrade Yang"

"When will we SEA the ocean" joked Yang, who began to laugh at her par for the course bad puns.

"Bad puns" Fyodor thought as he was trying to get that pun out of his head, "The Orient is truly a complicated matter".

"Buuuuuurrrrrrrrhhhhh" Ruby stuttered as snow stormed past her. She trudged through the white and grey forest, her arms around her body and hood completely down. She had no idea where she was going, but she did know where she wanted to go, home. She was the leader, and her team was counting on them

"They must be worried sick" she thought as she wiggled snow from her nose. Her semblance needed a rest after miles of running.

"So cold, going to turn into a Popsicle" she muttered to herself, with full cold air coming from her mouth. She began to here the distant sound of wolves.

"I hope those aren't Beowolves"

Then as luck had it, at a distance was a camp site. Ruby's partially snow covered face lit up.

"Maybe I can get help from there". She walked as fast as she could to the camp site.

"HEY OVER HERE" she shouted, waving her hands for attention.

It has been 5 days since the landing of the Allied contingency at the Port of Murmansk. For the 46th Royal Fusiliers, they could not believe it was snowing in early June.

8 miles from the port of Murmansk, Sgt. Conrad Smith, had settled his men on a patch of snowy grass in the middle of the forest. If it were summer, this area would have been a great place for a picnic, but Smith did not think there would be any Picnics for a while, White Russian or Bolshevik. The men had erected tents around the area, followed by attempts at a fire with a kettle. For such weather, the fire did surprisingly well. The food from the kettle, which was Caribou meat, was a mix with a taste of cold and slightly warm. Most men settled for rations. Even smith, in his tent, preferred canned corns and plums then Caribou meat. He spooned his corn into his mouth, which was kept warm by an oiled lantern. Cold air appeared from his mouth after every spoonful.

A young private then entered the tent. "Sir, the pack mule from port has arrived with the Lewis Gun" he said with a light Liverpool accent.

"Well, better than nothing" Smith responded," At least it's not that French Chauchet that the Yanks have on the Western Front". As he said, memories from his days as Private and then Corporal Smith flooded. The Marne, Ypres, Le Catue, Artois, The Somme, Passchendaele, Cambrai, Men from every corner of the isles would come and go.

Now the mud of the Trenches gets replaced by the snow of the North. "Fucking grand" Thought Smith.

After the Private left, another one entered, this time, it was one wearing glasses.

"Sir there's a girl outside the camp" frozen air blew from his jaw as he said this.

"What?" was the only respond that came from Smith.