Hello. Its me. I was wondering if after all this time, this meme is still relevant. Anyway, just to clear some things up, this isn't Garret's first mission ever. Its his first time leading a mission of this nature, as well as his first time as team leader since he graduated from Alsius. Garret is used to top secret military operations, not scientific expeditions. Up until now, he has always known what he was getting into.. But this time he had no idea what they would be walking into.

Next up, Julius. Think of him as Chris Kyle, but he has no family, and he's seen three times the sh*t out on the battlefield. He served in the Great War, and continued as a huntsman for years afterwards. This guy is a warhero, and a seasoned huntsman, and the people of Atlas ALL know his name.

Anyway, a few new terms here.

ASA = Atlesian Specialist Agency

AM = Atlesian Marine.

UEF = Unknown Enemy Forces.

So, here we are again, with more Stargate/RWBY goodness.

WARNING: This chapter contains a little bit of blood and gore. A teensy bit.

A tree. He had seen things that even the most seasoned hunters would flee from. He had seen cities reduced to less than rubble in a matter of days. He could go where no other could go, and do what none could do, all to protect the people of Atlas. And yet here he was, in a tree, watching the locals approach at a pace that chipped away at his legendary patience with each passing moment.

What was the saying again? Oh yes. Watching paint dry. He moved his focus away from the scope of his sniper (that was also a Javelin) and blinked as his eyes adjusted. His thought drifted back to Garret. He didn't take himself too seriously, but he still kept a professional look and attitude about himself. A kid on the inside, a soldier on the outside. Much like himself, when he had graduated from Alsius, he mused to himself.

Then there was Selene. He couldn't help but feel like she was untrustworthy. She had a lot to hide, that much was clear. The way she covered her face was a dead giveaway, and the fact that everyone only referred to her by her first name only reinforced the idea. Regardless of her reasons, it was unwise to keep things from your team. A team that had no trust could never work together efficiently.

Azule had no such self-set restrictions. He was a scientist. And he had a very dramatic way of going about his job. He seemed to enjoy attention, after all he had no doubt invented countless techniques he would never receive credit for.

He was ripped from his thoughts as gunfire and a strange 'thupe' noise erupted from the temple. He cursed, and peered back through the scope to see the convoy completely disappear, like ripples in a pond.

"A decoy!?"

Another bolt of energy flew by Garrett's head, barely missing him as he ducked behind cover.

"Yup, definitely unfriendly." Garret muttered to himself. Up close, he could clearly see the blood red eyes, and black blood vessels rooting out from them. These weren't people. Garrett flicked his comm back on, wishing he had done so much sooner.

"JULIUS, WHERE THE HELL IS OUR SUPPORT!?" He shouted, before peeking around the corner, and putting several rounds in the chest of the unlucky bastard who had stepped out for a better angle.

"On my way" Julius responded quickly. Another bolt flew past him, hitting one of the AM's. The impact threw him into the pillar behind him, completely piercing his aura and leaving a large hole in his armor.

"Man down!" Garrett yelled, and grabbed the man by the boot. Two other AM's and Selene gave cover fire, as he dragged the man to safety, and checked for a pulse.

"Still alive, thank Oum..." This was certainly not how he had wanted his first mission as team leader to go. Selene managed to hit one of the staff's below the end point, causing it to explode and kill two more of them.

Another bolt flew by selene, grazing her arm, and she shot back behind her pillar cursing. The other AM was promptly overwhelmed by enemy fire, and met his fate with a bolt to the head.

"GRENADE OUT!" Garrett shouted, popping out of cover long enough to hurl an unstable dust grenade, or Diggy, as Azule called them. It landed between a group of advancing staff soldiers with a thump, and exploded a second later. The explosion was glorious, bathing everything within a meter of the grenade in Blue flames. Garrett had no doubt that the six soldiers had been vaporized instantly.

Unfortunately, there was only enough time to take a breath before more bolts of energy began whizzing by. But the enemy was no longer advancing. And that's when the crack of Julian's sniper rang out, and an enemy soldier fell to the ground.

"Push up!" Garrett yelled. The squad leader of the AM's heard the order, and ran into the middle of the room, dropping to prone position with a SAW and began firing into enemy ranks. Between him and Julian, the robed warriors began diving for cover, allowing everyone to move up with little to none resistance.

Only the occasional bolt whizzed by now, and they were easy enough to avoid one at a time. Garrett was the first to make it to the treeline, turning a warriors head into mist with a dust infused shotgun round, and planting his combat knife into the throat of another man.

A robed man jumped out of the bush in front of him, and Garrett used the body of the man he impaled to shield him from the bolt of energy that flew his way. But before he could do anything else, an arrow planted itself in his chest, than exploded a second later.

"Nice shot, Staff Glider." He said through the comms.

"...Yes, sir." She responded a second later.

Garrett placed his knife back in its sheath, and took a quick survey of the battlefield. What little of the enemy forces had remained had been picked off by the AM's that had charged the treeline with him. Back in the temple, the remaining AM's were helping Azule tend to the wounded.

He returned, passing Selene on the way, and stopped in front of Azule, who was busy using his aura to heal a nasty looking burn.

"Status report, Doctor?" Azule looked up at Garrett, sighing.

"Zero dead, five wounded. I can heal most of these minor wounds myself, but without proper medical treatment... I'd give them a day, maybe less." He said somberly. Garrett frowned, then nodded. They had to get back. Only problem... they only had 3 hours left.

"At least we made contact." Azule said somberly.

"First contact was a bitch."

15 minutes later...

"Give me something, Staff Glider." Garrett said tiredly. He had pulled up a crate beside the PCI, so he could keep tabs on her progress. He'd had the AM's set up barricades using rubble and crates, and Julius was on top of the temple keeping watch through his thermal scope. There were three men posted at the entrance to the barricade at all times as well. No more surprises today. He hoped.

"Well sir, I think I might have found a way to get the address home. Much like the internet, the PCI seems to keep somewhat of a browser history." Garrett perked up.

"And can you access this 'browser history?'" He asked.

"Working on it, sir." Well, at least she had found a way. That was certainly something. He switched on his comms.

"Blackwater, how goes the battle?"

"All is well, except for one. Private Ocean Adams. We're losing him, Garrett." He said.

"Damn..." Garret cursed under his breath. Morale was low enough as it was, and there was no doubt that the men were losing faith that they would ever return home. He didn't blame them.

"...I finished the translation, just before they attacked." Azule said after a second. When Garret didn't answer, he continued.

"I'll skip to the important part. After the Goa'uld came here, they were immediately set upon by black demons of many shapes."

"Grimm." Garret muttered.

"Indeed. After several weeks, the Grimm began to infect them, take over the bodies of their comrades. It went downhill from there, to say the least."

"Parasitic Grimm? Well that's just lovely." Garret said, before switching to the open channel.

"Listen up, people. We have a new and incredibly dangerous type of Grimm on our hands! If you see anything with red eyes, or black skin shoot it without hesita-." He was cut off as the butt of a gun struck the back of his head and he hit the ground. Behind him stood one of the AM's, and his eyes flashed red, before going back to normal.

"You have no idea who you've provoked, Curbolo."

Well, that was short. But at least its an update, right? Slap down a review if you enjoyed it, and I'll see ya next time.