A/N: Evinco. You. Your review will be taken into consideration, if not able to be implemented immediately.

Guest who reviewed Chapter 1. I just went and took a look at TallYapflip's fanfic again, and I am quite frankly ashamed that my take on a RWBY x Halo crossover had the beginnings of the two fics rather similar. However, to respect Allep360's review, I will not be introducing the Covenant nor the UNSC on/near Remnant any time soon. Instead, messages will be sent back and forth between 'Everest' and the UNSC via Slipspace Communications Launchers in which a communications probe is launched into a Slipspace rift in high orbit, used in the Halo: Ghosts of Onyx novel. They aren't cheap. Similarly, occasionally 'Everest' will recieve supply drops through Slipspace ruptures like the one in Chapter 5.
TL;DR, There will be no incursion by the UNSC nor the Covenant any time soon.

Anyway, apologies for going full Halo nerd on you faithful readers (Or whatever faith you have left). The story will begin now.

Remnant, Beacon Academy, 'Everest's' Temporary Dorm, 8-10 Hours Later

Everest was rather rudely awakened by the unmistakable noise of something dropping in from orbit and crashing into the ground. Rolling out of bed, groaning as he does so, as he accidentally slept in his bloody, scarred armor, he stumbles to the window, brushing aside the curtain. The smoke trails is still visible.

"Happy birthday, sir."

Everest practically sprints out of the room, shouldering the door open and shaking his head to clear the morning drowziness, making him bump into a few walls before stabilizing himself.

"Brez, if those pods hit anyone or any structure, I am going to disconnect you from all systems and leave your AI chip in the Pelican." He continues running through the hallway, dodging students and attracting strange looks from them.

"Of course, sir. Though, I already detect a crowd of students gathering on the site. It appears they are already trying to open it." This incites the SPARTAN to start full-on sprinting, utilizing thrusters.

"Oh, hell no, they're not taking my shit!"

A Few Seconds Later.

Kicking open the door and sprinting outside, he notices the small crowd mentioned by Brez earlier, most notably Team CRDL, as their leader actively strikes the pods, trying to crack it open. To the leader's chagrin, the pods are more durable than he thought. Everest quickly steps forward to the pods, and to CRDL. He now recognizes the pods as modified M2859 Materiel Acquisition Pods, set only to open on his or Brez's command instead of on impact. There are ten of them.

"Hey!" he shouts in a hard voice. "Back away from the pods. Those are mine." RDL ignores him, though their leader, Cardin Winchester, steps away from a pod and shoulders his mace, whatever it is.

"And who are you, tin can?" This catches the attention of his team and the other students crowding around the drop zone. "I don't see your name on these. Finders keepers, amIright?" This snobby remark makes his teammates laugh obnoxiously, even drawing a few hesitant chuckles from the crowd. Everest clenches his hands, rather annoyed. High school indeed.

"Oh yeah? Let's see you try to open them, then." he says, crossing his arms and standing next to a pod. Adding quickly in a whisper. "Brez, confirm the contents of all of these pods and list them on my HMD*." The pods are highlighted in his VISR system, each sprouting information about its contents. He ignores all but the information coming from the pod Cardin was about to try to open. Whispering again, he says "Brez, initiate the asset denial protocol on target pod. I don't need concussive grenades here, especially stripped-down versions." As the mace descends and is about to strike it, the top of the pod emits a red light, and the top of the pod bursts open and the two grenades inside detonate with a loud bang, throwing Cardin off his feet and wiping the smug look off his face as he's tossed all the way into the crowd surrounding the pods and the people next to them.

"Man, Cardin, you treat your ladies the same way too?" The crowd laughs as Everest opens the pod he stood next to, the shell just opening like a graceful flower blooming. White vapor spreads out from the pod as the insides are warmed to room temperature. Everest just simply reaches in and extracts the contents. 'An ARC-920?' he thought as he examined the bulky rifle**, still having little streams of white vapor rise from the gun's frame. 'Good Lord! I need to thank Brez later!'

"What did I tell ya?" Brez says inside the helmet. "Happy early birthday, have a Railgun and some other gifts that you haven't blown up yet." Meanwhile, Cardin managed to recover, emerging from the crowd angrily and waving his mace at anyone nearby who continued to laugh.

"Not funny, tin can. I'm gonna find a way to find these pods, one way or another. Back off before I get tired of you." Not fazed, Everest casually strolls to another pod, shouldering the Railgun.

"Keep talkin', fool. Maybe I'll get tired of you first if you don't step away from my belongings. I'll let the first or second incident slide, but you'd better haul ass out of here." To which Cardin snorts, regaining his cocky attitude. He motions to his team, pointing at Everest. 'Cronies, more like.'

"Get him outta here."The three charge at him, brandishing their weapons. The one with the two daggers arrive first, another boy stands aside with his sword starting to open from the middle of the blade, and a blue-haired one is in the back, seemingly slower due to the massive halberd he carries. The crowd starts to back off rather quickly, sensing the danger.

"Come at me, bro!" Everest challenges, spreading his arms. Dagger-boy attempts a cross-cut with his daggers only to have Everest duck under his strike and recieve the butt of the Railgun to the chin, knocking him down as Everest charges the rifle** at the same time. Sword-boy points the split blade at him and Everest recognizes a gun muzzle in the middle. Spinning around and crouching, he fires a partially-charged projectile at the boy, who is sent flying into the crowd, but not before the boy managed to fire off several shots at him, the shields stopping the projectiles cold or deflecting them into the air. Halberd-boy finally arrives, preparing for a titanic overhand strike. Unfortunately for him, it was the wrong time to prepare such an attack, as Everest aims the cartridge ejection port at his face, and sends a heated, spent clip at him. The boy staggers from the unexpected makeshift projectile, and recieves a gigantic uppercut from the SPARTAN, sending him airborne. Shouldering the rifle**, he points at Cardin.

"That all ya got? You got any more cronies to send at me, send them now." Cardin angrily spits to the side, brandishing his mace.

"I'm gonna-"

"BOYS!"

The crowd parts to allow a very angry Glynda and an indifferent Ozpin through to the makeshift arena the crowd provided. Heads slowly turn as she storms towards Everest, with a smirking Cardin in the background as his team slowly regroups, staggering around on their feet.

"What do you think you're doing, Everest, you could have hurt or even killed someone with that!" Everest just shrugs, shoving in another cartridge much to the annoyance of Glynda.

"So you're saying those bullets fired at me wouldn't have killed anyone either? Or maybe a stray swing from a massive halberd from a boy who's clearly overcompensating for something?" At that, said boy's facial expression sours. Everest smirks behind his helmet. Glynda was about to retort when she's interrupted by Ozpin, who's inspecting the opened pod.

"Now, now, Glynda. Don't be so hasty as to immediately assign blame to the newcomer."

"But sir, that rifle**-"

"Would have injured as many students as the bullets fired. If you notice the area around which the crowd gathers, you would notice these pods. This specific design is not seen in all of Remnant, so it may be safe to assume that they are the belongings of our newcomer. I merely suspect that someone tried to claim something that was not theirs. The expressions of CRDL sours. Everest decides the runts needed a more thorough... lesson.

"Ozpin, I would like to suggest a punishment for the four who attempted to hijack my items." Glynda looked furious at that statement, but Ozpin holds up a hand, silencing her again.

"And what would that punishment be, Mr. Everest?" Everest almost failed to silence his laughter. 'Oh boy, I can't wait to see their faces.'

"I do believe Ms. Glynda hosts a fighting class which should be starting soon. I simply request that a scheduled match be taken between me and Team CRDL. The entirety of Team CRDL, mind you." Glancing towards the four, he notes Cardin retained his smug smile, while the other three look shocked. Everest silently chuckles.

Glynda actually looks surprised. She looks at Ozpin, who says nothing, but keeps his smile. She huffs.

"Very well. Team Cardinal, you four are going up against Everest first thing when you enter my class." As she turns around and starts walking away, Ozpin lingers a bit, still smiling.

"Mr. Everest? Please try not to cause more harm than necessary."

As the two walk away, Everest gives CRDL another glance. They're walking off rather quickly, the three boys he trashed speaking to each other fast, judging from the speed of their lips moving. His view is suddenly blocked as someone jumps on his back and a red sheet of cloth swings around and blocks his VISR. With a mental slap, Everest realizes he has been paying less attention to the motion tracker.

"AAAAAAAAAAA Everest you were awesome! You totally kicked their butts! Also can I see that gun I really want to try to shoot it..." Everest lightly pushes away the cape away from his face. The crowd starts to disperse, though those who managed to catch the sight of a small girl practically flying into Everest and hugging him walk away with smiles and/or laughter.

"Yeah!" Everest turns around to see WBY, Yang's speaking. "You totally destroyed them! I wouldn't mind a chance to fight you again sometime, Everest." 'Again? Hell no. I'm not getting close to that female Kill Ball.' Weiss crosses her arms, looking displeased.

"I don't know where you got that Lightning Dust, but it better have not have come from my luggage. Why did you ask for a second fight? Overconfidence is going to get you killed one day." 'Lightning Dust? I'll ask her later.' Yang lightly punches Weiss on the shoulder, to the princess' displeasure.

"Come on, Weiss! He'll hand them their rears on a silver platter!"

"Hmph! I still want an explanation on where you got that Dust. I clearly saw the blue energy on your gun before and after firing." Blake sighs.

"Calm down. I'm sure he'll explain himself soon, Weiss." Everest clips the Railgun to the magnetic strips on his back, walking back over to the pods.

"Yeah. I will, maybe in your dorm or something. I gotta unpack." They nod, before Blake notices something.

"Hang on, Everest, do you have a Scroll?"

"A Scroll?"

"I suppose not." Blake holds out a flat rectangular device, not all that different from the tablet Ozpin had in his office when he called Everest's bluff. "Here. Ozpin said I should give this to you, assuming you didn't have one. I'll give you directions to our room here." Everest nods, taking the Scroll.

"Thanks, Blake. Ya'll get going now, I'll see you four later."

As Team RWBY walks off (Ruby: "Do you think we'll get front seats to his fight?!"), Everest opens the pod he's standing next to. Reaching into the mist, he pulls out... a new, shining helmet. A ROGUE-Class helmet, to be exact, fitted with the Cyan VISR system, resistant to shock and corrosion.

"I'll be honest, sir. I was surprised when I saw this as well," said Brez. "This VISR system is not cheap, the ROGUE armor system is rare on its own, but this? This is custom made, with enhancements to just about every standard feature you can think of on your current armor and more. Did I only say the armor was custom made? I meant the VISR as well." Everest looks at the other pods, assuming some of them must contain pieces of this armor.

"I guess they expect me to stay out here for a long time. How kind of ONI to make that decision after I deployed here." Despite Everest's annoyed tone, he's rather excited to put on the armor, as proven by his swift steps to each pod, unlocking them all and looking at their contents. One pod even contained two new M6H Magnums and a new bodysuit, and another contained a strange object that Everest did not recognize. "Damn. They went all out on this supply drop."

Remnant, Beacon Campus, Team RWBY's Dormitory, 15 Minutes Later.

Everest had changed into his new armor (( A/N: A vague blot camo is on the armor. Dark gray and gray for the colors. )) and is now leaning on a wall in Team RWBY's rooms, having just endured Ruby's hyperactive inspection of his new armor. When asked what the new armor does, Everest could only shrug. Even now, behind the VISR, he's reading off all the upgrades that came with the suit, presented by Brez on the VISR in a paced manner for Everest to read through them.

"So. Weiss." The heiress turns around, looking at him curiously. "The Railgun was not charged with Lightning Dust, the blue flare was a product of the system charging to launch a High-Explosive projectile. But you got my attention. Judging from the name and your assumption, do you think I could fit the gun with some Dust cartridges?"

"Absolutely not," Weiss denied. "I only brought a year's supply of them with me, and I can't afford to spare any." To which Ruby zips in front of Weiss with her puppy dog eyes.

"But Weiss," she whined. "It'll be cool! We'll get front seats to Everest's cool gun and everything!" As Weiss tries to push Ruby away, Yang interrupts Weiss's incoming retort from the top of a makeshift bunk bed, which when Everest thought about it, looked highly unstable.

"Yeah, come on, Weiss! We all saw you with those large cases of dust, it won't hurt to spare a little to a friend in need, right?"

Blake replies. "He doesn't exactly need them, (Weiss: "Thank you!") but it would be interesting to see the results, to say the least." (Weiss: "How dare you!")

"Ugh. Fine! You may borrow some Dust powder to fill whatever cartridge you use, Everest. Just don't expect any more." Everest silently tries not to laugh as Weiss gets up from her bed and slides a briefcase from under her bed. "Here," she says as she slides the briefcase to Everest, who stops it with his foot. "That's all you're going to get." RBY looks rather shocked. That's a lot of Dust, if they're all powders.

"Wow... uh, thanks, Weiss." Everest bends down to pick up the breifcase by the handle, noting the breifcase has a little warning sticker. 'Caution: Highly Volatile? I guess I should expect as much.'

"Don't mention it. Like I said, that is all you're going to get from me. You'll have to go buy your own."

Blake smirks. "You want him to buy Dust from the stores so your dad's company can milk him for his money, huh?" Weiss turns on her, looking angry.

"That's not true! It's not like he always needs Dust in that gun of his! He could be smart and conserve them for when he needs them most!" Meanwhile, Yang slowly starts grinning. 'Uh oh.'

"Hey, Ruby," Yang calls. As Ruby turns around, Yang drops it. "When you caused an explosion in the middle of the campus from the Dust, could you say that you Schneezed?"

"Ugh..." -R
"Why..." -E
"..." -B
"Yang!" -W

5 Minutes Later, Everest's Temporary Dorm.

Everest quickly looks over the Dust vials and cases he unpacked from the briefcase and set on the table. There's all kinds of Dust ammunition set in a neat array. The information about all the suit upgrades and systems finally all perform a neat little animation of all the words being crammed into five folders, then merging into one large folder marked "Help". Everest would have found humor in that if he weren't in a rush.

"Ugghh, gonna be late if I don't hurry uuuup." He mutters to himself. "So much to choose from, though..." He makes a decision as he grabs four vials and empty Railgun cartridges, filling them up with one different-colored vial per cartridge. Packing them onto ammo pouches along with magazines for the Magnums, he starts to leave the room, stopping when he notices the strange object the supply drop had included. With a bit of hesitation, he picks it up and puts it on his hip, then dashes out of the room, locking the door, and sprinting out.

3 Minutes Later, Sparring Arena.

Everest slides to a stop outside the door, quickly opening it and entering.

"Looks like everyone made it here before you," Brez commented. Glynda adjusts her glasses, holding a clipboard. Team RWBY and JNPR, who had apparently been told the story by someone from RWBY, turn around along with the rest of the class, waving to Everest. He politely nods hello.

"Everest. I was just getting to you in role call. You were the final one on the list," she says as she looks down on the clipboard, crossing something off. Probably his name. "Now that you're here, we can get started. Everyone," she looks up, addressing the class. "We have a special event today. As you may or may not have heard, following the... incident this morning, Everest has requested a one-on-four handicap match with Team Cardinal." This incites a cheer from Ruby and Yang, the former immediately settling down and looking embarassed as the entire class turns to look at them. "If you five could come up now to the arena, we can get started." Everest walks to the left side as CRDL walk to the right. Reaching his spot, Everest turns on a heel to face CRDL, which he notes that they seem to have recovered their confidence and cocky attitude. 'Good. All the more to smash their expectations into the ground.'

Unexpectedly, when a screen activated above the arena showing four life bars of CRDL, Everest's profile shows an error: No Aura. 'What? Aura?' Turning his head to look at Glynda, she looks confused as well. Everest hastily steps down from the arena, drawing snickers and jeering from CRDL and confused looks from RWBY and JNPR, he approaches Glynda, dropping his voice to a whisper.

"Glynda, what's Aura? And before you give me a look like I'm stupid, remember I'm not from around here." Glynda sighs, adjusting her glasses again.

"Putting it in words you can understand, Aura is a manifestation of one's soul. The person can summon his Aura into a physical manifestation as a barrier, protecting himself in this case," gesturing towards the arena. "However, it appears you have not unlocked your own Aura yet. I'll have to cancel the match." To this, Everest puts up a hand.

"Hang on. I have an idea." Glynda raises an eyebrow as Everest quickly jogs to the center of the arena, using it like a stage. "Alright everyone," he calls, getting the attention from the spectating class. (Ruby: "What's he doing?") "Due to me apparently not unlocking my Aura, we must apparently cancel the match." This draws disappointed 'Awww's from the crowd (Blake: "No way. He survived in the forest for that long without his Aura?") (Yang: "That explains why he got injured yesterday! He looked like an Ursa beat right through his Aura because he didn't have one! But what was that yellow shimmering over his armor when I hit him, then?") "But," Everest continues, the audience looking confused now. "As my ancestors once said: The show must go on. Brez? Do your thing."

Looking thoroughly confused now, even more so when the screen above the arena flickers and Everest's side of the display flickers and changes into a familiar, spinning symbol for Everest. ONI. A pale blue fire erupts in front of the icon, flaring as a voice came from the loudspeakers.

"Hello. I am Brez, SPARTAN E-4157's advanced Artificial Intelligence. (Weiss: "What? Impossible! Not even Atlas has that kind of technology!") You may have noticed the man who stands before you does not seem to meet your criteria to participate in an arena match. However. I assure you, he does, in fact, meet that criteria in another way." Everest snaps his fingers and returns to his original position in the arena, CRDL looking uncomfortable. The display flickers again, and returns to normal, except two bars appear in place of his Aura bar. The top bar, thicker and longer than the bottom, flashes the words: Shield Status Loading. The bottom bar flashes: Health Status Loading... Override. Minimalizing Health Readout. This draws murmurs from the crowd. Glynda is looking shocked that something managed to hack the system and display its own information. Yang, unlike everyone in the room, is on the edge of her seat, waiting for a miracle to happen. And miracle it is."What you are seeing before you is a live feed of SPARTAN E-4157's shields and health, per sey, provided by his armor. With your Ms. Glynda's permission, of course, Everest requests that the arena match continues as planned using this as a placeholder until the situation is solved." Glynda hesitates for a second, then nods affirmation. The spectators cheer for the newcomer. "Thank you. Hijacking system (Glynda: "What?!") to manually initiate countdown on Everest's mark and adjust display as required." The number 10 appears in the middle of the screen, not counting down yet.

Cardin yells at Everest over the crowd's excited talking. "I don't know what game you're trying to play, tin can, but know this: You're going down as a scrap heap!"

"Kiss my ass(Yang: "Hahah! He reminds me of me!"), Cardin!" Everest retorts as he draws his two Magnums, each loaded with Dust rounds. The left gun is using fire, the right gun is using wind. The display flickers again, and Everest's side of the screen is switched to his helmet display, minus the information Brez is putting for the SPARTAN on the VISR. (Ruby: "Oh my gosh, we get to see him kick butt from his point of view!") (Blake: "This ought to be interesting.") "Start the countdown, Brez."

"Starting signal recieved. Beginning countdown." 10 flashes to 9, and so forth. CRDL prepares their weapons with fancy flourishes as the crowd falls silent. He may be a newcomer, but the show he put on as well as the helmet feed from the initation certinally made the crowd at least curious to watch his performance.

8...
7...
6...
5...
4...
3...
2...
1...

The buzzer sounds, and the combatants charge at one another. Everest turns on the holographic sights on the two Magnums, and starts spraying wildly at the approaching CRDL. Halberd-boy is knocked aside from a flurry of miniature explosions and concussive blasts, fire and wind, respectively. Sword boy rolls out of the way, Cardin stands his ground, but what surprises Everest the most is Dagger-boy deflecting the bullets with said daggers, and even continues to do so. 'What?! When were these people ninjas?' As the boy jumps up into the air to slash at Everest, he dives under him with thrusters assisting his movements and unloads the fire mag on Dagger-boy's rear. Not having time to react, as the thrusters have been upgraded to high speeds, his rear would have been cooked if it werent for his Aura. The life bar on the display for Dagger-boy drains and bleeps red. Brez being Brez, an animation of a stamp falling on the boy's image is played. The stamp reads: Roasted! (RWBY & JNPR: [Laughing]) Dagger-boy falls to the ground, rump smoking.

Everest continues on his warpath to Cardin, who's staying in the back. 'Coward.' Halberd-boy comes in from the side, attempting a horizontal chop. Everest easily jumps over the strike, and uses his thrusters to direct him back at the fool who just tried to cut him down, delivering a hefty blow with the butt of his pistol. The boy is thrown from the arena, Aura bar draining completely. Another stamp animation, this time reading: "Pummeled!"

Putting away his two Magnums, he runs at Sword-boy with fists. As the boy raises his gun-sword, Everest notices his VISR is suddenly tinted red. His armor lights turn red and Cyan VISR also fading into a bright red, maroon sparks flying from his hands. The boy dares to fire shots at Everest, shield bar draining somewhat with each shot, before rolling to the side to dodge an actual flaming punch from Everest. (Yang: "Heheh. I think he took a leaf out of my book.") Everest turns to Sword-boy, fist steaming, before Cardin decides to make a move and try to bash the back of his head with his mace. Unfortunately for Cardin, he is unaware of a motion tracker in Everest's VISR system, to which he promptly turns around and deals with the threat by throwing another flaming punch with his other fist, sending the offender into a wall and bouncing off of it, landing on the ground, groaning. Aura bar drops to orange. Sword-boy, now on the other side of the arena, feels safe enough to start firing at Everest again, draining shields to a third of its original capacity. Everest's ROGUE armor flickers again, the lights and VISR turning yellow and instead of sparks, little yellow tendrils of electricity would spark from his feet. The SPARTAN suddenly puts on a burst of speed, as if he wasn't fast enough, and makes it to the other side of the arena in a mere second from a standing start. The boy's eyes widen as the soldier's boot connects with his stomach, and he gets embedded in the wall. Stomped! says the stamp.

Everest turns around just in time to recieve a fireball to the VISR, throwing him backward and bouncing him off the wall, shield draining completely. He looks up to identify the threat: a red crystal in the middle of Cardin's mace charges up again, slowly creating another fireball in the middle of the hollow mace head. He scrambles up, grabbing his Railgun off his back and raising it, charging the electromagnets while taking aim. Cardin throws the fireball at him out of the mace, but Everest stands his ground despite his lack of shields. 'Pray to God this works.'

The fact that the Railgun didn't explode upon firing was astounding. What was even more surprising was the wide, sparking beam laser the Railgun produced. The fireball was completely removed out of the equation as the beam tore it apart and turned it into a small cloud of smoke. Cardin's eyes widen right before impact, throwing him against the wall again, embedding him in the wall. The barrel of the Railgun is red hot, steaming even. Cardin's Aura bar drains completely, and the system on default declares Everest the winner, drawing a round of applause from the spectators and whoops and cheers from RWBY and JNPR.

Everest discharges the cartridge, turning to the spectators and bowing, sliding the Railgun onto the magnetic strips on his back in one smooth move. Glynda steps onto the stage, eyeing the groaning CRDL.

"And that's the match, Everest wins in a one-versus-four handicap match. Congratulations." More applause. Everest can't help but laugh as he steps off the arena, walking to RWBY and co.

Thirty Minutes Later, RWBY Dorm

Blake inspects the burnt cartridge as Ruby and Yang practically parties with JNPR. Weiss is sitting next to Blake, looking at the cartridge as well. The cartridge in question is completely burned out. It cannot and will not be used again. Blake looks at Weiss, the latter returning the gesture. Meanwhile, Everest passed out sitting against the wall, taking a short nap against his will. The stunt in the arena burned him out, and it wasn't even an extended engagement. Worth it. Brez made a tiny note in the "Help" folder. This equipment cost more than two fully-stocked fleets combined.

* = HMD. Helmet Mounted Display, the correct term. Heads Up Display (HUD) is used in fighter jets, where system data is located above the canopy and the pilot has to "look up" per sey. (Note: I forgot whether if it was system data or something else.)

** = The ARC-920 actually stands for Asymmetric Recoilless Carbine-920. It is not a rifle, apparently. 343 wtf are you on?

A/N: I'm not entirely sure if I agree with where I just went with this story. Did I just make the SPARTAN overpowered as hell or is he balanced against the more skilled villains of RWBY? Considering that he's a SPARTAN, even if it's IV, I personally believe that he would trump every student at Beacon in some way. The armor only enforces the brute strength. I may have exaggerated his strength in my last note last chapter. At the same time, I don't want him to turn into a Overwatch Genji rip-off. I humbly request guidance on how the next story should take place. I want this to be a Halo crossover, not an "OC absolutely demolishes everything effortlessly making the writer feel like a badass because it's his OC" story.