Before I start, Guest, RWBY will be back, this is just a small side section to get the "team" together. So don't worry, it'll be a few chapters until we're back. But that doesn't mean that it'll be the same RWBY universe. Or will it... With that said, I hope you sort of enjoy my fantasy!

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Red alert alarms were blaring across the barracks. Marines were arming themselves with Assault Rifles, securing grenades to their combat uniform, and setting up makeshift barricades. The soldiers were tensely waiting for the Spartans, with even one Spartan, confidence would inspire the marines.

With the opening of one of the barrack doors, a lone Spartan stepped out. Armored with dark grey Mark VI armor, with an Orbital helmet, and a golden visor covering the Spartan's head. A grenade launcher in hand, Spartan Laser locked on the back, and two M6H Magnums attached to the magnetic locks within the leg plates.

One of the marines stepped up to the Spartan. "Glad to have you here, Spartan. Any of your fireteams members around?"

The Spartan turned to look slightly down at the marine. "No, the rest of Fireteam Broadsword is away, but with the transmission Palmer gave, it's only one soldier."

Another marine stood up. "We're ordered to shoot on sight of target, it's believed to be a cloaked Elite. We'll be-" a bolt of electricity sprouted from the center of the group, going in an arcing motion. Suddenly, the electricity struck out at the nearby marines with enough force that they were knocked on the floor unconscious.

"Let's get 'im marines-" a slice through the air, and the air started to smell of blood. It was near impossible to track this invisible foe, and the marines had a hard time trying to decide where to shoot, without hitting each other. Three marines were slashed at by the invisible figure, but what intrigued the Spartan the most was the cuts the figure was making. It left electricity coursing through the wounds, but they weren't fatal wounds.

The cloaked soldier wasn't trying to kill them.

At this rate, only two marines were left, standing ever so closer to the Spartan. One marine turned to look at the opposite end of the hallway, and was greeted with two glowing yellow eyes.

The figure lashed out, punching the marine in the jaw, then grabbing the marine's helmet to slam it against the metal beam, knocking the marine out cold.

The other marine and Spartan turned to shoot at the figure, but when they turned around, they saw the figure teleport around the opposite direction that they were facing, but not before sticking the last marine with an electric grenade. When it exploded,it left the marine alive, barely, but alive.

By the time the Spartan was able to turn around, the figure had already pointed a peculiar hand cannon straight in the middle of his visor.

Now that the figure wasn't cloaked, the Spartan was able to get a good look at his adversary. It was a man, not an elite as the marines thought. He was wearing a dark grey vest, with white stripes lining the bottom half. Tubes were connected from his boots to the base of his chest piece, underneath the vest. An old modeled gas mask was in place of a helmet, with two glowing lens for his eyes.

Not a sight you see everyday.

It seemed like forever until the masked man spoke. "I'm looking for a Dimitri Prevchanko. Do you know where I can find him?"

Something about that voice seemed familiar to the Spartan. Not as in sounds like someone he has met before... more like something he knows on a daily basis.

"You're looking at him. Spartan S-742, Dimitri Prevchanko. What the hell do you want? I know it's not anything good, seeing you nearly killed all of these marines to get to me." the Spartan, Dimitri, told the intruder.

The intruder actually lowered his gun, which surprised Spartan Dimitri. "I'm going to ask you to arm up and come with me, but I see you've already done that. We don't have much time-"

Spartan Dimitri raised his grenade launcher at the figure, "Give me one good reason why I should come with you!" And readied his finger on the trigger.

The figure stared at Spartan Dimitri for a short moment, before pulling out a small sphere. Before Spartan Dimitri could react, he found himself being levitated, losing the grip on his grenade launcher, and when he looked back up, the silver orb the assailant was holding was glowing with a yellow energy, and unknown blue symbols started glowing on it.

"Listen to me Dimitri, we don't have much time. I wish I could have had a bit of a longer deadline but time is of the essence. Now I will ask you-" the figures mask began to retract, revealing the face of the assailant.

What Spartan Dimitri saw sent him into near shock.

It was as of he was looking into a mirror, because what he saw was... himself. There were scars that weren't there on his own face, and it seemed a bit more hollow and malnourished, but the dark grey eyes were indistinguished. It was Dimitri, himself.

"- do you trust yourself?"

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Commander Palmer was angry. No, worse than that. She was pissed.

As she observed the hallway of Barrack 7, she could feel her nose burning from the smell of electrified flesh and blood. As she was about to call for bodybags, she heard a groan from one of the marines.

"C-Commander Pa-almer.." the marine said weakly. "We're n -not dead yet.. they're st-till breathing.."

As Palmer went over to assist the marine, she heard some other weak groans from around the area, indicating that they were still alive.

Palmer went to radio Roland. "Roland, I need a medical team to help me here with Barrack 7, everyone here is injured or unconscious-"

Roland cut her off. "Everyone? Including Spartan S-742?"

Palmer's head perked up at this statement. "Spartan S-742? Can you give me a location check on him?"

Something about the silence of Roland sent a shiver down Palmer's spine. Usually Roland already has the berring of any Spartan on the ship before she's done asking, and another second for farther distances. But it's been seven seconds before Roland replied.

"Palmer... I'm sorry, I can't get a signal on S-742. It's like... he just vanished out of this ship."

The metal wall near the barracks now has a fist-shaped dent, and an angry Palmer helped up as many marines as she could, careful not to injure them further.

'Dammit Dimitri... what the hell did you do this time?'

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It was as familiar as ever, the total darkness. Although, I could feel the presence of my other self, and it is quite weird standing next to a fragment of yourself-

"Alright, cut the shit, one down, one more to go."

'What? What do you mean one more to go? Where the hell did you take me-'

Ah. That must be Spartan form of me. I wonder how we can distinguish the two of us?

"That's not our problem. They can see the difference here. But, there's one more I will need you two to work together on."

'You steal me from my life, and you think I will work for you?!'

"We'll you can't stay here, that causes too many problems. Now I could just wipe you from existance-"

'No no, please. I like existing thank you very much.'

"Perfect! Now, in terms of who you're looking for, he's actually like a kid. But he's been around, and he doesn't look like one at first. He's actually-"

Are the others supposed to know?

"Oh shit, I almost forgot. Let me just grab this here-

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It was a warm afternoon on Earth. The large trees spiraled around the abandoned Grineer outposts, the Frontier Butchers and Lancers lazily wandering around where they were posted.

A shot rang out, and a Lancer fell to the floor, with a hole between his forhead. The Butchers and the remaining Lancers went to go alert any nearby squads of the attackers, but five more shots in rapid sucession denied that.

Two figures disengaged their cloaking device, one in a gas mask, and another with full armor, and a gold domed helmet. Both seriously armed.

Although the figures thought they eliminated everyone in the area, a shadow from a tree branch up above was able to see the whole sight, dressed in what appeared to be a metallic tuxedo and a glowing metallic top hat.

The figure was armed with only a pair of duel long barrel revolvers, but that was only the weapons that the eye can see.

The figure jumped from his pearch, ready to face the two tresspassers...

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Hello everyone, and I know my last chapter was a little while ago, but I've been reinspired to write this. Now I regret to inform you, that of the posting of this, my grandmother is deathly ill, and will not be making it. The day after this is posted, she will be put off of the machines keeping her alive, since it is in her will to not be kept alive by machines.

But this is keeping my mind off of that fact, and I will try to contine at a decent rate. With that said, I hope you enjoyed this chapter!