A/N: Damn, almost a week since my last post, the longest I've ever gone without an update. Regardless, that's about the timeframe there's going to be between updates, between 4 to 7 days given that I'm fighting through the Taken army on Destiny while I'm writing this.

With all the positive feedback I've bee getting recently, I won't keep you waiting any longer. (I own nothing)

A couple of months have passed since my sudden arrival on his planet, and in that time I have learned much about it. It's history, its people, and the monsters that plague it every day.

The first weeks were spent researching everything there was about the world called Remnant, from the beginnings of Humanity and the conflicts with the creatures of darkness, the Grimm. The discovery of dust and how it had given Humans the edge they needed to keep the monsters at bay and allowed them to create kingdoms to keep themselves safe. Their protectors, Huntsmen and Huntresses, being raised from young ages to combat the Grimm and defend those that couldn't defend themselves which kept the peace.

Everything Ghost and I would need to fully understand what we needed to.

With each new source of information, Ghost and I were able to make rather shocking similarities between this world and our own. The innocent housed behind fortified walls while their enemies laid in wait to strike them down, all the while defenders protect them from what laid beyond the boarders. It was all too familiar.

My research continued for days, I learned everything there was to know which had also included the other race that shared the planet with Humans, the Faunus.

Looking very much like a regular person but having traits similar to that of certain animals, whether it be tails, ears, eyes, teeth, fur, each one was different. But there had also been a great amount of descrimination from Humanity against the other race, so much that a whole war had broken out between the two.

There was also a faction of Faunus out there, calling themselves the White Fang. A pro-Faunus movement that over the years became a terrorist cell that was known for attacking humanity in various ways as a means to gain equality along with instilling fear.

Personally I found it foolish, even though there was a bit of animosity among Humans, the Awoken and the Exo back home we still banded together to fight a common enemy. We didn't have the time to descriminate if we were facing extinction on a regular basis, but it seems the same can't be said for everyone in the universe.

After collecting everything I needed to understand where we had ended up, Ghost and I ventured out and exploded this new world. Traveling from continent to continent, visting the kingdoms and any settlements that we passed along the way, all the while helping people who were in need.

Even though I wasn't in my solar system anymore, I was still a Guardian. And it was my mission to protect the innocent from darkness. And if anything from the research and Ghosts' scans of the Grimm are anything to go by, then the Darkness had a clear and strong presence on Remnant that needed to be dealt with.

The more time passed, the more I had grown accustomed to this world. Despite my best efforts to try and find a way back home, I have yet to come up with a way to do so. Ghost had done the best it could as well, but with no success, and it started looking more and more like there may not be a way back for us. But we weren't giving up, where there was a will there was a way, and ours wasn't broken.

Regardless, like I did in most situations that went sideways, I adapted. And with each moment where I helped the people of Remnant, the more word seemed to stretch about my abilities. Many people thought of me as some kind of ghost, a vengeful spirit that swooped in out of nowhere slaughtering Grimm and saving lives before vanishing without a trace, Ghost had chuckled at the irony.

Others had labeled me a wandering huntsman, one who had no ties to any of the kingdoms yet still fought for the safety of Humans and Faunus alike.

Despite what the locals had called me, I was still Wolf, Guardian of the Traveler and slayer of the Darkness. And my mission as such will never change. However, fate it would seem had something else planned for me.

The Speaker often told us that the Light worked in mysterious ways, and that it would guide us to where we're needed the most even in the darkest of times. I just never expected where I was needed would end up sending me to the last place I expected to go...

X

Screams and shouts of people in terror rippled into the night along with loud roars coming from those that was causing it.

The people that inhabited a small farm settlement deep in the forests of Vytal had been going about their usual daily routines when they suddenly found themselves under attack by the creatures of Grimm.

Putting up what defenses they could, the people fought back, but given that they were a small community of only a couple hundred with little to no combat experience, and they were too far away from the nearest kingdom for help to arrive fast enough, they were on their own against the monsters.

"We can't hold them back much longer!" shouted a man with wolf-ears on the top of his head, driving a pitchfork into the throat of a Beowolf when it tried to close in on him.

"The woman and children are safe! Where the hell are the Huntsmen we called for?!" Shouted another man, this one a human swinging a shovel at a Boarbatusk, breaking it against the creature's powerful tusks just before it rolled in on itself and barreled into a nearby building and taking down a wall.

More Grimm were coming out from the nearby forest and converging on the settlement and its small band of defenders. The situation looking more and more dark by the second.

X

Standing atop a ridge half a mile from the village, a figure stood tall looking down on everything. A tattered cloak billowing in the wind and revealing a suit of armor underneath.

Reaching behind him, the figure produced a powerful sniper rifle and crouched down before looking down the scope, sighting one of the creatures and pulling the trigger without hesitation.

X

The farmers backed away as the Grimm closed in, claws and teeth ready to end them where they stood. An Ursa leading them as it stood on its hind legs preparing to swipe its massive paw at them.

A loud crack was heard in the distance, then the side of the Bear-Grimm's head exploded in a shower of black ichor and bone-mask fragments before collapsing to the ground.

No one could register this event fast enough when four more shots were heard, four more Grimm falling to the same fate as the Ursa as they started to desolve into black mist.

"What was that?" asked one of the farmers, a burly Bear-Faunus holding a machete in his hand as he watched the Grimm fall.

"Up there!" called out one of the others when he saw something coming toward them. Looking like a bike in the shape of a bullet gliding above the ground at a high rate of speed right in their direction. The one riding it cranked the throttle making the vehicle go even faster as he headed straight into the throng of Grimm.

Pulling a revolver from his leg holster, he fired several shots into the creatures putting down several of them before breaking out the other side. Banking left, he reloaded his weapon and dove right back in again. Golden light began to glow from the weapon as he fired three times, each hit caused one of the monsters to explode in a burst of yellow light and fade from existence.

With the Grimm's attention now on him, he cranked on the throttle of his vehicle before leaping off, the nose of the strange bike slamming into a Beowolf before it vanished in a small burst of light, the cloaked man flipped in the air, lashing his arm out in a wide arc sending a volley of knives downward, each one piercing the bone-mask of a Grimm and ending them quickly before landing on the ground.

The remaining creatures began to converge on their attacker and instead found themselves on the receiving end of a futuristic assault rifle and a hail of rounds that tore through them. Reloading, the hunter emptied the second clip into the gathered horde before slinging the weapon over his shoulder before pulling a pair of grenades from his belt.

Waiting for the Grimm to get closer, he pulled the pins on the explosives before vanishing in a small burst of light. When the grenades hit the ground they burst apart into clusters that hovered in the air before shooting off in different directions, a wave of explosions rippled through the air along with the bodies of the creatures of darkness.

Reappearing a couple meters away, the cloaked being ducked under a claw-swipe from a Ursa while pulling a shotgun off his back from beside the AR, shoving the barrel into the Bear-Grimm's mouth and pulling the trigger reducing its head into a cloud of black and white. Racking the pump, he aimed the weapob behind him over his shoulder and blew a hole through a Beowolf that was coming up behind him.

Spinning around and kneeling while chambering a new round, he fired two more shots in quick succession taking down two more Grimm and emptying the weapon. Putting it back in place over his shoulder, the man reached back and pulled out a short-sword from beneath his cloak and held it in a reverse-grip fashion. Bending his knees and taking a stance while the remaining creatures started to converge on him.

Electrical volts began to channel along the cloaked being's form and converge on the blade, his whole form glowing a pale white-blue as the air crackled around him before he vanished in a flash. Re-appearing a moment later standing before one of the creatures before beheading it, the Grimm disappearing in a flash of light and fading from existence.

Vanishing again, he appeared between two Beowolves, pivoting on his feet and sending out a blast of energy in a wide arc obliterating both creatures on contact. Drawing another throwing knife in his free hand, he launched his arm back and impaled a third Beowolf in the throat killing it as well.

When his targets disappeared, the hunter turned and faced the last Grimm, an Ursa Major which had been leading the horde against the settlement. The hulking creature easily twice as big as a normal Ursa with harder armor with an array of large spikes on its back.

Rearing on its back legs, the Ursa Major roared loud enough to shake the nearby trees before barreling forward on all fours. The ground trembling with each heavy fall as it closed in.

Standing his ground, the cloaked man slid both his knife and sword back in place before drawing his revolver again. Pulling the hammer back and aiming down range while his form emitted the same golden glow as before, the energy gathering into the weapons barrel before he pulled the trigger.

The powered bullet launched toward the creature and slammed into its head, the impact knocking it back and making it stagger making it vulnerable for the second shot that followed, knocking it back even more and sending it reeling back, exposing its underside. The hunter kept his aim leveled and pulled the trigger one last time, the third shot punching through the Ursa Major's chest, right where a heart would have been if it had one.

A still silence filled the air, the large Grimm gave one last roar before it exploded in a burst of gold light. The fragments raining down and disappearing before they touched the ground.

Holstering the hand cannon, the cloaked being turned and looked toward the settlement and the awed people that lived there after seeing him dispatch the Grimm single handedly. The people who had taken refuge from the attack had also come out and witnessed the final takedown and where just as stunned as the rest.

"It's...It's him..." said one of the townspeople, unable to blink as they looked at their savior. "The wandering huntsman...he's real!"

The wind picked up, sending leaves across the ground and blowing the man's tattered cloak in the direction it was going. In the next moment, he vanished in a sudden flash of light. Leaving no evidence behind save for what those he had saved had witnessed.

By the time the Huntsmen that had been called in from Vale, they were greeted with the sight of everyone alive and well. When asked about what had happened, they were told that a recent urban legend had saved them from their fate.

One of those Hunstmen on arrival, was Qrow Branwen.

After hearing the accounts from the townspeople, he left the other two huntsmen he had arrived with to handle the people while he looked out where the battle had taken place. Sharp eyes scanning the trees before settling on the ridge where the unknown hunter had been when it all began.

Ever since he had first seen this 'wandering huntsmen' months prior on his way back from an assignment, he'd been keeping tabs on anything that resembled him and his abilities. Qrow had seen many, many things in his time as a huntsman...but the powers and abilities this individual wielded weren't like anything ever recorded in history.

He dispatched the Grimm with the precision of a veteran, yet his powers weren't either a semblance or used with aura. He did use some kind of energy that was infused with his being similar to aura, only it seemed...brighter, almost as if he were controlling the purity of light itself against the creatures of darkness.

The strange hovering device that had been with him also seemed to possess the same energy, like it was another living being instead of a machine.

On top of that, his weapons were more advanced that anything forged on Remnant. Not even the Atlas military had such effective hardware in their armories, which had also raised his eyebrow more than once.

When he informed Ozpin of this development, he too had taken a great interest and was using his own contacts to try and figure out more about this sudden arrival. But he was illusive, staying out of the more populated areas and sticking outside the kingdoms. Many would consider this foolish, but with how this person operated it was easy to see how they could thrive so well in the dangerous environment beyond the boarders.

Qrow looked out along the ridge one last time, the wind billowing his cloak as he turned and headed back into the small town. He'd give his friend call about this recent event, then he'd head out on his own.

He needed to get going as quickly as possible while the trail was still fresh.

X

In the middle of a small forest sat an old shack that had seen better days, but inside it was very much lived in and had been so for over a month now.

The door opened and a cloaked shadow stepped inside closing it behind them. A moment later a bright light appeared over their shoulder illuminating almost everything in the small shack.

"Home sweet home." said Ghost as it hovered through the air, light emitting from its optic providing enough illumination as Wolf switched on the dust-powered lanterns he had set up around them. The place was just big enough for one person with just an old bed and a long shelf-like table set up against the wall with a lone stool below a single window that was thankfully intact with only a small crack in it.

Sealing the deadbolts, the Guardian removed his hood before digitizing his helmet to his inventory and running his hand through his blue-streaked hair before sitting on the bed and leaning against the wall closing his glowing-blue eyes.

It had been a good thing he was in the area when Ghost intercepted the distress call from the farming town, they got there just in time, those people wouldn't have standed a chance against that many Grimm with such little combat training. By the time help from Vale arrived, there would have been nothing but bodies to greet them.

The Grimm were almost like the factions he fought back home, but they were more ferocious and relied on numbers to overwhelm instead of using actual tactics. Which made it easier for him to dispatch them.

He'd lost count of the number of the dark creatures he had sent to the void, and more kept coming, it wasn't surprising that huntsmen and huntresses were being trained so young to fight them. Their numbers vastly outnumbered that of both Human and Faunus combined.

"Are we still planning on moving to another location?" asked his partner after some time.

Wolf nodded as he opened his eyes, "I don't like staying in one place for too long. Bring up the map." Ghost spun a couple of its parts before projecting a map of Vytal on the wall beside them. It was one of the many things they had collected via computer, along with loads of other useful information they had found, not long after they arrived on this world and something that aided them greatly during their time here.

Looking over the map, the Guardian mentally plotted where they should head to next. Every time he set up a kind of base-camp he made sure they didn't stay there too long. Hunters-Guardians were famous for thriving in the wilderness where their skills were at their peak, and was one of the reasons he avoided the kingdoms unless needed.

The other reason being that he wanted to stay out of the public eye of the locals as much as possible. His sudden and unknown arrival might raise a few red flags, and given that the technology, armor and weaponry that he had in his possession was more advanced than what was being produced by the huntsmen and the local military branches he'd be found out as an 'outsider'.

"Might I suggest Vacuo?" offered Ghost still projecting the map. "The kingdom isn't as...strict as Mystral and Atlas, we could blend in much better. Vale, I also hear, is nice too."

"Better to stay outside the walls." Wolf replied as a reminder, "Less likely to be found and we can do better for the locals out here better that way."

The construct whirled, "True, but eventually we'll need supplies. Hunting game for food and collecting water from sources is good and all, but eventually we'll have to venture to the kingdoms again."

Ghost wasn't wrong, they'd been thriving rather well the last couple of months, and the very rare times they went to a populated area, in disguise, he exchanged a couple glimmer stones for any supplies and rations he needed. Even though the gems weren't used for money on this world, the merchants he sold them too took them anyway given the unusual rarity of them and the high price they could get selling them to someone who could research them.

When he was asked about where he'd gotten them, he merely shrugged and said 'around'. Though he was thankful Ghost could forge rounds for his guns with the materials found on Remnant, that helped a lot.

His partner had also been able to set up an anonymous posting on the social net used by the locals to get a few jobs here and there which mostly handles bounties involving Grimm control. In time, they had a rather sizeable amount of funds set aside incase they needed it.

Sighing, Wolf leaned back against the wall again as he looked over the map, neon eyes going over possible locations and scenarios. After another minute or two he just shook his head, "We'll figure things out tomorrow, I could use a bit of sleep right about now."

Ghost turned off the projection, "Figured you'd go in that direction. Wake you up at the usual time?"

"Do you even have to asked?" replied the Guardian as he finished digitizing all his weapons, save for his hand cannon which he laid on the shelf within easy reach as he laid back still in his armor with his hands behind his head.

"Good point." said the construct as it disappeared inside its partner's head. "See you in the morning, Wolf."

Wolf nodded as he stared at the ceiling for a while before switching off the lanterns, closing his eyes and slipping into a light sleep.

X

The apartment was quiet, it usually was at this time of day and he enjoyed it while he had it.

Wolf sat in an armchair by the window that over looked the Last City, an old book in hand as he read in silence. Having just gotten back from doing patrol out in the Cosmodrome, dealing with several squads of Fallen that were trying to reestablish the House of Devils, he was glad to just kick back and relax.

Instead of his usual armor, he was dressed in a black shirt and pants with a grey tunic around his shoulders. Like most Guardians, he pretty much lived inside his armor, but every so often he would put on something casual inbetween mission assignments. But since the fall of the Black Garden a lot of Guardians were taking the time to rest, and at this time he was no exception to that.

Turning another page, the 18 year old Guardian perked up when he heard a knock at the door. Curious, he marked his page and got up to answer it.

Given that the Tower was where the Guardians were housed, it wasn't uncommon for them to be roused at various times while they were in their quarters should either an assignment in need of their skills would come up or if there was an emergency. And there was only a handful of people who would knock on his door personally since others would just send a call for him via Ghost.

Reaching the door, Wolf hit the switch on the wall causing it to slide into the wall revealing the one on the other side. A female Exo dressed in red Hunter armor with white trimming, the hood of her white cloak pulled down revealing her synthetic skin and glowing eyes as she locked gazes with him.

"Hope you're not getting too comfortable, Cayde's called us for a briefing." she said, her voice tinted with a metallic accent that was common with her species.

Wolf sighed, "Damn, was just getting to the good part in my book too." he groaned as he digitized his armor save for his helmet and stepped out into the hall.

The Exo laughed lightly at his grumbling, "I don't make the rules, besides, Cayde wouldn't bother us when we're taking a little time off unless it was important. So try to hold all griping until the end."

"Laugh it up, Ava. Just so you know, your waking up Drex if he's sleeping. I still have the bruises from the last time." replied the younger Guardian with a light shiver. "For a guy that fears almost nothing, he freaks out too easily when woken."

Stopping by another apartment, the team gathered their last member before heading to the upper levels. A mountain of a man that towered over both of them in white Titan armor with blue trimmings and a pair of bull-horns mounted on either side of the helm.

He was a Human, but given his size and strength no one would think that he was at first glance. Nor would they believe him to be the more comedic member of their fireteam.

"So, any idea what the top dogs want from us?" asked Drex as they rode the lift up to where the Vanguards were set up.

"Cayde wouldn't say, but from the way he sounded I wasted no time in getting you two." replied Ava. The lift stopped on the top level and opened allowing them off, the sights and sounds of the social area of the Tower greeted them. Dozens of people, civilian and Guardian alike moving among the various stands and kiosks set up as they purchased and traded various things with one another.

Wolf glanced over at the bounty board set up behind the steps that led down to where the Vanguards' were set up, finding only one or two people checking for any open assignments. "Guess it really is a slow day." he thought as they descended the steps.

"Not surprising." said Ghost from inside his head, "Local recon teams have reported low levels of activity from enemy factions lately. The loss of the Dark Heart must have sent a big echo through their ranks and they're trying to regroup."

"Well, that's reassuring." the teen through in response as they went down the small corridor and into the wide, oval-shaped chamber that had a long table set up in the middle where the leaders of the Hunter, Warlock, and Titan class Guardians were waiting for them.

"Guardians, thank you for coming on such short notice. Sorry to cut into your downtime." Cayde-6, the Exo-Hunter Vanguard spoke first.

Ava nodded to him, "It's no problem, what's the situation?"

Commander Zavala, the Titan-Vanguard, answered. "We just received reports of spikes in Hive activity throughout the solar system, most of which has been detected in the Cosmodrome and on the Moon. Normally this wouldn't be too uncommon, however, these spikes happened at the same exact momement on both fronts."

"So the bug-bastards are rallying again? Didn't we stomp them hard enough back when we were hunting for the Black Garden?" asked Drex.

Ikora Rey, the Warlock-Vanguard shook her head, "It's not as simple as that, we believe that this is the cause of something far worse. Something that troubles us and the Speaker as well. With the Hive suddenly becoming so strongly active in only a moment, it means that something is calling to them."

"Indeed."

The sudden voice had the fireteam snapping their attention to a dark corner of the room where a figure stepped out into the light. Clearly female given the sound of the voice, wearing brown-leather robes and head-piece that covered her from head to toe leaving only her face visible. Clutched in her hands, was a glowing, acid-green orb with a shard of black stone encased within, but the most outstanding feature of this individual were her eyes...

Or...the state of them.

Where her eyes should have been was covered by a cloth, but two glowing spots the same color of the orb she held could be seen clear through the material, along with a third in the center of her forehead. On either side of her face, a black miasma slithered down from under the wrapping like tears.

The unknown woman stepped forward until she stood before them, her glowing gaze staring past them into some distant trans. "He calls to them, alerting them that it is time. The time of his return."

Her voice was ominous, filling them with confusion and dread. "Who's return? And who are you?" asked Wolf. The woman turned her gaze to him, and he felt a slight jolt to the depth of his soul when those eyes locked with his own.

"I, am Eris Morn, and I have seen what the Hive call a god. They rise to his call and prepare for him to reap destruction upon the light once more. The slayer of thousands of Guardians, the Hive Prince...Crota."

X

"WOLF! WAKE UP!"

Wolf snapped awake, snatching up his hand cannon and sweeping the room for hostility as he sat in a defensive crouch. When nothing moved he slowly came back to a calmer state and lowered his weapon.

"Sorry about that, but I couldn't get you awake any other way." said Ghost hovering down beside him. "Rough dreams again?"

"The usual." The Guardian replied, rubbing the remainder of sleep from his eyes before regarding the lone window where the sun was just barely peaking through from beyond the trees outside. "Time to head out?" he asked his partner.

"Would I have woken you otherwise?" asked the construct. "Do we have a plan, or are we just going to wing it?"

Wolf thought to himself for a moment or two, going over what they had gone over the night before and plotting where they should head to next. Even though he had done his best to avoid detection by avoiding the kingdoms, he realized that Ghost had been right, they couldn't stay outside the walls forever and would have to venture within a boarder eventually.

"Vale is the closest kingdom given where we are, we'll head that way before plotting our next course." he said standing up and forming his helmet back into place.

Ghost shifted its parts and blinked its optics, "I take it we're going in, incognito? And here I thought you'd want your newly formed fan-club to recognize you."

The Guardian shook his head and rolled his eyes behind his helmet, "The people consider me an urban legend out here, better to keep it that way. Besides, it's wrong to be looked upon any differently than the huntsman and huntresses that protect them on a regular basis. I don't need the recognition."

Making sure that everything was put away and ready for travel as they headed out of the shack and stood in the forest that surrounded it. Wolf started heading in the direction of Vale when he stopped mid-stride, Ghost doing the same over his left shoulder as they listened to the birds in the nearby trees.

But there was another presense among the foliage. One that wasn't there the night before.

"...Ghost?" the Hunter asked, scanning the trees and bushes ahead of them.

"Behind us, among the trees." it replied disappearing inside his head. Wolf brought his hand to the handle of his revolver before blinking out of sight.

X

Behind one of the trees close to the shack, Qrow stepped out into the open when he saw his target disappear in a flash of light. Large scythe held loosly in his grasp as he searched where they could have gone.

It had taken him the entire night and a good portion of the morning to track the individual down, thankfully the trail had been fresh enough for him to follow which had led him to the abandoned shack where they had to have set up camp.

Qrow paused when he felt a presence appear behind him, followed swiftly by the cocking of a weapon hammer just behind his head. "Who are you?" asked the voice of the one he was tracking.

The veteran huntsman smirked, only a select few could get the drop on him like this, but he was hoping to get this close to the individual so that he could speak with them. "Someone with an offer you may find beneficial."

A/N: Looks like even through he was doing his best to avoid detection, a certain someone has managed to catch up with him. Of course, what Qrow might have in store for the Guardian will be explained next time, so keep your ears open for my next update guys!