Chapter 10

The US Navy was used to the idea that they ruled the waves, that nothing could defeat their dominance. Even back on earth, no navy could compete with their dominance. China was by far the closest, but they still lacked the key principles when it came to being an effective navy. With better training, equipment, and years of experience, the US Navy was second to none when it came to combating other human targets;however, this was not the case on Remnant. They may be able to go toe to toe with the airships of the kingdoms, and even have a wider variety of armaments, but the Grimm were an entirely other story. The threat was so high that the naval patrols and supply convoys were almost non-existent. Only two routes, one to Vale and another to Menagerie, remained open. The logical solution would be to use the newly commissioned dry navy to run these routes and decommission the wet navy, but there simply weren't enough ships to replace the wet navy, nor was it tactically viable. Because of this, the navy was working on a solution in order for the aquatic grimm to cause less damage to the US' security. Many of the navy's greatest minds came up with dozens of ideas, but only one made it to the trial phase. THis is where Captain Lee was currently stationed.

With his cruiser and two missile frigates, he maintained a triangle formation around the small scientific vessel preparing a new weapon that should help with the security of the supply routes. It was supposedly a type of torpedo that would be deployed and target key nests of aquatic grimm along the routes, and it was to be deployed on every warship in the US arsenal. The theory was that if the nests by the routes were constantly destroyed, then the grimm would naturally find a place farther away to nest. It sounded solid to Lee, but he all he cared about was the safety of the men under his command. He already had to scare away some of the smaller grimm that swam the oceans, so it was only a matter of time before the kings of the sea are drawn over here.

Leee felt someone tapping his right shoulder and thus turned slightly to see who it was. Over his shoulder he could see his XO with a paper in hand. He nodded a greeting and grabbed the paper out of his XO's hand. As he read, the XO walked in front of the captain and cleared their throat. As Lee looked up, he could now see his XO in full view.

Standing at five feet ten inches was a woman in the typical naval officer uniform. Blue digital camouflage and black combat boots with a blue service cap and a 2nd lieutenant rank insignia on her shoulders. She had brown skin, black hair tied to a bun, and brown eyes. She had a swimmers physique and would've seemed rather imposing to the average person.

Captain Lee smirked at the sight of her and tilted his head to the left. "I'm guessing you read this already, didn't you Lieutenant Matterson?'

"Yes sir."

"Well then, care to tell me the highlights?"

"Yes sir" Matterson replied. She then took a more relaxed position and began to explain what was on the paper. "The science team has issued a notice saying that the prototype is primed and are awaiting the go ahead to test it. They also wish to explain that a shock wave will be created and it may reach our ships. We are to also watch for any aquatic grimm of B-class or lower and exterminate them if they get near us. If an S-rank is identified then we are to abort mission and begin a retreat back to the nearest port."

Lee then nodded and turned towards his communications officer. "Bradley, contact the science team and tell them that they have the green light to launch project poseidon."

The warrant officer manning the post made a quick affirmative and then began to carry out his orders. As the message was being sent, Captain Lee decided to review what he was told about the project.

Project Poseidon was started a couple days after the US encountered aquatic grimm and learned of their nesting habits. When the CIA dug through the grimm database of the several combat schools of remnant, they learned that they only way to successfully clear an area of these creatures was to destroy the nest. Land and air based grimm were easy enough. Just have some B-25s carpet bomb an area or have an AC-130b pulverize key areas, and the area was clear of grimm. Aquatic grimm were almost entirely safe from the US as they never had to deal with underwater strong points before. Their anti submarine weapons worked well enough for A-class and lower, but they usually came in massive numbers and their CICs were usually overwhelmed with the number of targets. Thus it was decided that in order to clear shipping lanes, the nests had to be exterminated. Project Poseidon was the first and only solution that has come up so far, and boy did command love it. It was a smart torpedo that could use GPS to guide itself to a predetermined point anywhere within one hundred miles of its launch point. It carried a low yield nuclear device that was designed to explode and create a vacuum that would suck in all the grimm in the area and crush them in the change in pressure. The shock wave and radiation would also finish off the rest. It would also collapse the cave that the grimm usually hide in. With their den destroyed, they will be forced to move to another area. This would also decrease the number of grimm in the immediate area. If this worked, then the US would be able to regain tactical dominance of the ocean, and their ability to re- extend their reach to the entire globe. It would also give them more influence that could give the US more political power. In other words, the US' global role depends on the success of this test.

As soon as the communications officer finished relaying the affirmative to the science crew, the intercom sprung to life with a female voice with a german accent. "Attention, ve vill not begin ze test. Be prepared for a shock vave."

Matterson looked towards Lee and said "The eggheads couldn't have found anyone else to head this? This has to be the script of every mad scientist movie of all time."

Lee chuckled and stood up from his chair. "You aren't wrong. I guess our lovely R&D department does have a sense of humor."

"Launching sequence initiated" said the intercom, this time the german woman was not heard. "Firing in three...two...one… torpedo away. Brace for after shock in t-minus thirty seconds."

Lee buckled his captain's chair while every other crew member grabbed onto a railing or held onto their consoles. The intercom spang to life again stating "Impact in t-minus ten seconds." Every sailor grabbed onto whatever they were currently holding. The intercom blared to life one final time. "5...4...3...2...1….. Impact confirmed. Target destroyed. Shockwave less than predicted, you can all let go of whatever you all thought could save you."

Everyone visibly relaxed, releasing whatever their hands had in their death grips. Many consoles, railings, and chair had permanent marks or dents marking their surface. Lee made a mental note to request some replacement parts for certain areas of his ship. He scowled when he saw the nature of his crew. Many had the color drained from their faces while others were still recovering from their mental preparation. He made another note to chew out the science team for miscalculating. This was a massive false alarm and caused a lot of emotional strain of his crew. Some probably wouldn't be able to function for the rest of the day. He leaned back in his chair while unbuckling it the belt that was to secure him if the shockwave hit. As far as he could tell, the test was successful and he and his crew could head home very soon. Hopefully nothing insane was to happen.

XXX

At the US military base in the emerald forest, General Cole was walking towards a C-130 that was to take himself and a handful of soldiers back to Washington DC. Normally a more luxurious plane would be there to pick up him up, but the general was perfectly fine with being in the C-130. It reminded him of his earlier days as a lieutenant in the army. Sometimes he wished he could demote himself and be back in the field, but he couldn't. That would cause the chain of command to fall apart, and he couldn't let his own desires rise above the well being of the men under his command. The other two in his entourage where his two guards that have been with him since he was promoted to colonel, and his assistant. The guards were in full combat gear, but normally they would only have their BDUs and their sidearms. His assistant was fresh out of bootcamp and was sent to the pentagon after completing basic. Cole knew how boring that job can be, but it would almost guarantee his survival. One less parent to lose their child in combat.

Once he reached the door of the plane, he felt his phone vibrate in his left breast pocket of his jacket. He sighed and pulled the phone out to see if it was worth answering. Once he saw the caller ID he was very tempted to let it go to voicemail and continue to the plane and fly home. He wanted to be back stateside so he could see his family and watch a cubs game. It was to be the fifth time they've made it to the world series, so it was extremely tempting. Add to the fact that he hasn't seen his family in years, it wasn't an easy choice. However, he chose his job as the lives of millions outweighed his own personal desires once again. He gave the signal for his followers to wait and gave a quick apology to the crew chief that met them by the door. Letting out a ragged breath, he put the phone up to his right ear and accepted the call.

"General Ironwood. To what do I owe the… pleasure?"

"I'm not here to chat General" Ironwood replied. "Ozpin and I wish to speak to you at Beacon Tower immediately."

"General Ironwood, as much as I would love to stay and indulge you and the professor, I am required to head back to my own country. Until you give me a good reason as to why I should stay then I must return to my timetable."

The Atlesian general growled and said "It's about the files you gave me during the parade."

"Oh yes those, well you could've just said that in the beginning. Expect me there in less than five minutes." With that, the call was disconnected and Cole turned to those present. "Well gentlemen" he said "it appears that I still have business here in Vale. Corporal, Sergeant, you will accompany me to Beacon Tower. Lieutenant, please call the pentagon and explain that I will not be able to make it on time. And crew chief, sorry to cause a rift in the schedule." Four acknowledgements sounded and the American general walked towards a JLTV with his two bodyguards close behind. He sighed and massaged his temples, already preparing for the headache he is about to receive.

Four minutes later…

"My god how could these elevators be so slow?" the sergeant to Cole's left complained. They managed to arrive at Beacon in only three minutes, but this elevator was their biggest obstacle. Cole had no idea how they managed to make one so insufferably slow, but he will personally shoot whoever did design this. Seriously this was getting ridiculous.

The corporal to his right scoffed and crossed his arms. "Maybe the old man is just messing with us? Or maybe they are having a super secret meeting with a secret society?"

The general looked to his right and gave a deadpan expression. "Really Anderson?"

"Sorry sir" the not identified Anderson replied while the sergeant chuckled. Normally this would've been frowned upon by any other officer, but Cole preferred his men acted like human beings instead of mindless automatons that obeyed every order. This caused many of those under him to be less formal around him and they also challenged his ideas very often. He enjoyed this as it gave his men more say in how their lives where used. It also allowed a more personal connection between the troops and also prevented the officers from using their men as cannon fodder. It was still far from a democracy and you had to follow orders, but every soldier could ask the most important question:why?

After what seemed like an hour, the elevator finally stopped. A chime sounded and the doors opened. What all three Americans saw simply left them in shock. The office space was expansive, easily as twice as large as the oval office, but the size wasn't the thing that left the yanks slack jawed. The walls, floor, and ceiling contained dozens of turning cogs and the floor was also glass. The office was complete with a massive window overlooking the city, and a rather small desk where the old headmaster sat. Among the older looking man, three other individuals where also present. One Cole immediately recognized as the Atlesian general, while the other two were a mystery. The first was a woman, who stood as tall, if not taller than himself. She had blonde hair, green eyes, and what appeared to be a modern take on a witch costume. Add the riding crop that was holstered at her side, this blonde woman appeared to be the definition of a dominatrix. The final unknown was also a man who seemed somewhat out of place. He had a somewhat formal wear, but the man look disheveled and reeked of alcohol. It almost reminded him of his dad, except his father didn't wear capes, or had a massive sword hidden under it. He motioned for his two guards to stay by the elevator and then walked towards the desk. Cole cleared his throat and said "So was is the elevator naturally slow as hell or where you four playing a prank on us?"

The drunken man chuckled and said "I like him. A lot more fun than Jimmy here." The said general and the blonde woman glared at their slurring compatriot. Ozpin simply smirked and stood up.

"No the elevator is that slow general" said the headmaster 'but I do believe there are other topic to be discussed is there not?"

Cole stopped five feet from the desk and raised an eyebrow. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked to Ironwood while saying "I was only aware of one topic. I didn't realize that you four wanted to talk about more than just the files." Cole then looked at the headmaster and said "If it has to do with the current security measures, then you could've talked to either of the colonels that are back at base."

Ozpin shook his head and gestured towards the monitor that was pointed towards the american general. "No it isn't about that. It has to do with the files and your military. More specifically, your weapons."

"Yes about your armaments" Ironwood said. He stepped in between Cole and the headmaster and gestured to the screen. An image of a sheridan tank appeared with several american soldiers moving along with it. "We were hoping that you could possibly share some blueprints so then we-"

"No" Cole said, cutting off his Atlesian counterpart.

"No! What do you mean no!"

"James, I know how well your security is at guarding your own assets. The last thing I want is for the White Fang to steal some tanks I loned to you and turn them against my own troops. Furthermore, why would I do that? You are honestly in no position to request such a thing. Add to the fact that we were at war not even a month ago, it seems like you are trying to match up against my own nation's military." Cole took a deep breath and turned to address everyone present in the room. "The security of the United States of America is my top priority, the same can be said for every other service member in the US armed forces. I only have two divisions here because of the Fang's presence in this kingdom. Personally, I would much rather send troops to a kingdom that actually needs our help, like Menagerie."

"And that brings us to our next subject" The Atlesian said. "You realize that Menagerie is under the protection of Atlas. You're troops have no right to be there."

"No right General? And what about your army? From what i have heard from both the natives and several marines is that your military is waging war against the populace" Cole replied. His voice was soaked in venom and his two bodyguards by the door shifted nervously. "The US is there for humanitarian purposes and to aid the local government in rebuilding itself and maintaining order. We will continue to do these things no matter what a schoolyard bully like yourself has to say. I will also not stand idly by while the faunus experience what is akin to genocide in most parts of this world. I'm sick of it, my government is sick of it, and my country's people are disgusted by it. I am done talking about his, but heed this warning. If you try to send troops to menagerie, then my government will assume it is an act of war against our Ally."

"How dare you! My country knows what is best for this world! For decades Atlas has protected remnant and its people while reaching new heights in dust usage. The fa-"

"Give it a rest Jimmy" the drunk interrupted. "The American has a point and honestly, it's about time someone gave Atlas an ego check."

"Yes I will have to side with Qrow on this one" the blonde said with a swift nod of the head. THe now identified Qrow gave a sly smile to his blonde compatriot while she only scoffed and shook her head in annoyance. She then turned to Ozpin and said "Now I do believe that we should adjourn this meeting. I already have a headache and I don't want to have it grow anymore than it already has."

"Of course Glynda. James, please calm down and Cole please stop escalating this conflict." Both generals took a step away, sent one last glare towards each other, and then diverted their attention to the aging headmaster. "Now the reason why I wanted you hear was to discuss the files you sent us. It seems that we have a common enemy."

Cole further recomposed himself and subconsciously put himself into parade rest. He looked Ozpin dead in the eye and said "We do, but may I ask why none of you are putting pressure onto your opponent?"

"Well we don't want them to remain hidden" Ozpin replied. "We want to draw them out and take the head off the snake."

"That won't work." The old headmaster raised an eyebrow and gestured for him to continue. Ironwood crossed his arms and leaned on the desk eager to hear a new strategy. Glynda scowled at the blatant disrespect towards the headmaster while Qrow just pulled his flask out and downed its contents. The American sighed and motioned to the Atlesian. "I'm sure you tried to bring the fight to our enemy, but unless you have a solid intelligence division, you won't get anywhere. The White Fang operate much like some of the insurgent groups that my country spent over two decades trying to uproot from a dozen countries. It's exceptionally hard to take them out when they operate in cells, which the fang do, but all you have to do is either put them under so much pressure that they collapse or take away their reason to fight. The latter can be achieved easily by actually enforcing the faunus rights treaty while the former takes more time and can spiral out of control. Since you are allowing your opponent to show their hand before acting, you put at the disadvantage of becoming a reactionary force. This is the type of enemy insurgents excel at fighting, so you have to always be on the offensive."

"We would" Ironwood grumbled "but we don't have enough intel, that is until you gave us these files." The hidden cyborg then looked then said "How did you manage to come across this information?"

"Well the US is adept in cyber warfare. Seriously how the hell is your security so piss poor?" questioned Cole. "Seriously, I offered you advisors for this. Use them."

"I'll consider it" Ironwood responded.

"Now we can talk about the details later. I already pissed off my other colleagues by not leaving when I was supposed to so." Cole turned halfway to the door while his guards moved to attention once again.

"Yes that will be all" Ozpin replied. "We will call you once we have received word that you have landed."

With a nod, the American general walked to the open elevator doors with his two bodyguards following close behind. As the doors closed, Cole could hear another argument take hold, this time between the Atlesian and the drunkard named Qrow. He sighed and thought 'I would hate to be Ozpin today'.

XXX

Ever since the United States and the Kingdom of Menagerie formed a formal alliance, the US has sent over billions of dollars in aid. This ranged from military personnel all the way to simple food stuffs. The largest military force to be sent over was the 1st Marine Division under the command of Major General Daniel O'Donohue. This division numbered at around 22,000 of the best the marine corp has to offer. This division also has a long legacy stretching all the way back to the first world war. Known as the 'Old Breed' these marines are merciless in combat, but have a soft side towards civilians especially children. The division commander actually volunteered to help with the various operations that are being executed in the fledgling kingdom. From simple police work all the way to convoy escort, there was always something to do. So far, no White Fang interference has been reported and the US troops in Menagerie have taken out two dozen White Fang outposts in the kingdom, ranging from intelligence posts to recruitment camps. It was all going smoothly, until one Marine platoon was ordered to bring food to a dormant settlement.

XXX

Through the countryside of Menagerie, a convoy was making their way to an isolated village in the mountainous area of the kingdom. It consisted of six MTRVs with four marines in each, and four JLTVs with four marines in each vehicle. The JLTVs were spread out so two were on each end of the convoy. Each JLTV had a .50 caliber machine gun on the turret with a thousand spare rounds in each vehicle. Every marine was fitted as a rifleman since command didn't think they needed anything more heavy. Intel said that White Fang were not in the area, but these marines were still prepared for an ambush. The most notable evidence of this was the four turrets scanning the treeline of the ridges above them. Each gunner sweeping their sectors and keeping an eye out for any sign of the enemy. One such gunner was Lance Corporal James Miller.

Having grown up in a military family, he was expected to join the military for at least one tour. James was first against the idea but eventually caved and joined the marines. After his first tour, he realized how much he actually enjoyed it and decided to make a career out of it. He was currently on his third tour and he hasn't seen his family in six years. It tore him up, but he knew he was making them proud. He was also determined to come back alive, which caused him to become one of the most professional soldiers anyone has ever seen… at least on the field. If he was back on base, he was constantly getting in trouble. Whether it was goofing off with his squad or avoiding any work possible, he had caused many migraines for his superiors. The only reason why he wasn't kicked was due to his effectiveness on the field. It was almost as if his brain had a switch that caused his personality to make a complete one eighty.

This professionalism was currently showing as he moved his machine gun to scan a ridge that was to his vehicle's right. His JLTV was the second in the convoy, thus he wasn't given the task of searching for any IEDs or any other obstacles. All he had to do was scan the ridges and report anything suspicious, or just shoot it. Miller knew the rules of engagement and the escalation of force, but fighting against the islamic terrorists showed him that it is sometimes better to go with your gut and act first. This philosophy had saved not only his life, but the lives of his squad mates on dozens of occasions. He didn't mind having to fill out an NJP(basically the military's ticket) so it was a win win in his mind.

Currently, this philosophy was being tested as he saw what looked like a reflection near the top of the the mountain he was looking at. It didn't seem like a sniper's scope reflecting off the sun, but his gut was telling him that this would become a problem. He tapped the side of his helmet and activated his helmet radio. "Hey Lt" he spoke into the microphone on his built in headpiece "There's something reflecting the sun to our right. Bearing is approximately…" He checked the compass he had on his turret and noted the number the arrow was pointing at. "It is about 140 south east, about halfway up the mountain."

Miller's earpiece beeped and the voice of the platoon lieutenant was heard. "Alright Miller, keep an eye on it. Can't so a whole lot right now, but at least we know someone is probably watching us." His radio then died and beeped back to life again as the officer sent a message to the whole platoon. "Alright marines, we got some eyes watching us so expect an ambush soon. Hopefully nothing happens but be prepared nonetheless."

A chorus of acknowledgments were heard and the atmosphere seemed to thicken with anxiety. The turrets were moving twice as fast and the marines in the back of the MTRVs began scanning as well. James assumed that his platoon LT called command, as per protocol, in case they got ambushed later. This would allow command enough time to assemble reinforcements and fire support in case they are attacked, or they got wiped out. The preferable option was the former, but the ladder was all too real. The lance corporal shivered at the thought of not only his comrades dying, but he himself. Banishing those thoughts to the back of his head, he continued scanning.

Over an hour passed by and shots were fired. Several other marines reported more reflections, but no one attacked them. Once they drove out of the mountain pass and into the forest, everyone seemed to relax a bit. They were no longer at a disadvantage if they were attacked, which increased their morale considerably.

Unexpectedly, the lead JLTV exploded in a massive fireball at the same time as the rear vehicle. Miller recognized some smoke trails and noticed that they seemed to originate from his right. Several others saw this as well. The remaining vehicles then stopped while the marines inside began to dismount on the left side of their vehicles. Just as the first door opened, a hail of small arms fire peppered the side of the vehicles. Those inside the cabins of their vehicles were fine, but the marines in the unarmoured beds of the MTRVs were torn apart. The few that did survive situated themselves under their vehicles and began firing at the muzzle flashes.

Miller turned to the left side of the convoy and allowed his fifty caliber machine gun deliver its packages to the unknown hostiles. Tracer rounds flew down range and the foliage was torn apart. Miller could hear several faint screams over the successive firing of the machine gun. The last remaining gunner joined miller and tore up the left side of the forest. Their combined fire allowed The remaining marines to get out of their vehicles and take up a 360 security of the convoy. After what seemed like an eternity, he heard his radio come to life and heard his lieutenant once again.

"Alright everyone, set up 360 security. Something is jamming comms so we can't talk to command. Miller you cover the right side, Jackson cover the left. If anyone has any grenades, give them to Gunny."

After his lieutenant gave out his orders, the remaining marines went about executing them. The remaining 23 marines set up a circle around the surviving vehicles. The gunnery sergeant was moving down the line taking inventory, gathering grenades, and making sure everyone was ok. Miller saw his LT and sergeant major conversing with each other in the MTRV behind his vehicle. James also took this time to reload his machine gun. Once he inspected the ammo box, he saw only four rounds left. He then went through the motions of reloading the massive turret gun. Surprisingly it only took him around twenty seconds to fully reload his machine gun. And once he was done he continued to survey his sector.

Almost immediately after he started scanning, he heard several shouts in the distance. He wasn't the only one as almost every marine's head snapped to his sector. With each passing second, the shouting grew louder, and louder, and louder. Miller felt some sweat form on his forehead and his left foot started shaking. His breathing began to escalate and he heard a lot of chatter from his comrades.

"You all hear that?"

"Of course we hear it dumbass!"

"Anyone got some gum?"

"Just like the fucking zulus…"

"Cocky bastards"

"Gunny pass out some grenades to the men."

"If anyone has claymores, set them up!"

"Get ready for hand to hand! Fix your bayonets!"

Miller double checked his gun and re cocked the lever. He also took the pistol out of his holster and placed it on the ridge of the turret. Miller also took out his MA rifle and laid it on the ridge as well. He took a deep breath and rolled his shoulders in an effort to calm himself. As the shouting continued to intensify, every muscle in his body seemed to tighten, and no matter how hard he tried to slow the beating of his heart it continued to increase its rhythm. Soon, his whole body was shaking as his instincts screamed at him to run away and hide, telling him that he would not survive if he stayed; however, he banished those fears to the back of his mind and stood alongside his brothers in arms. They will defy this force, and they will fight to the last man.

A deep, ragged breath was released as Miller spotted his new targets. Dozens upon dozens of figures burst through the shrubbery all around the convoy wielding anything from a sword to an assault rifle. Many fired upon the marines with poor accuracy. Many of their rounds hit the area by the Us soldiers, but they never hit their mark. Almost all of them were giving off a primal scream in order to scare the defenders, but this only gave the battle hardened marines more motive to gun them down. The insurgents' uniforms made them stick out like a sore thumb compared to the greens and browns of the forest, which made it even easier for the US marines to pick their targets.

With a hail of bullets, the first several lines of White Fang attacker met a brutal end. Their aura was not able to protect them from the gunpowder based projectiles and this caused several to panick. The carnage from the fifties didn't help the insurgents' morale and several were torn apart by the monstrous rounds. Several faunus extremists continued their push forward, completely unaware of the fact that they are missing a limb. Some even had holes in their stomachs, and eventually blacked out due to shock. Despite the horrors inflicted upon the Fang members, it seemed there was no end to the tide.

After one of them would fall, two more would take their comrade's place. THe horde was quickly gaining ground, and many were close enough to see the fear in the defenders' eyes. A pile of bodies was forming, filled with the dead and dying, but the insurgents ran over their fallen comrades and continued their charge towards the defenders. The marines' fire became more sporadic while their reload time took twice as long. Many resorted to throwing any grenades they had into the horde, throwing bodies high into the air. Others simply gave up on fring and prepared themselves for hand to hand combat. Miller ditched the fifty and grabbed his pistol and rifle as he positioned himself on top of his JLTV's roof. As he began firing into the horde he overhead more chatter from his fellow marines.

"Get ready boys!"

"Remember your training and take out as many of these bastards as possible! MAke them pay and sow them not to fuck with the United States Marine Corps!"

"OORAH!"

Miller found himself joining in with the final chant as the White Fang finally closed into melee range. In a final act of defiance, the marines gave out a primal battle cry as they charged their enemies, bayonets fixed on their rifles and giving no mercy. Several insurgents had their stomachs impaled while others were gunned down as the marines carved their way into the horde. While these few seconds may have made it seem that the US soldiers may pull off a heroic victory, all of those dreams ended as they were swamped by the enemy that outnumbered them immensely. Several suffered from close range firearm wounds while many others were impaled by several swords at once. Soon, only Miller and two others were left. All three of them standing in a triangle, fighting back to back for their very survival. Their courage rivaled the spartans of ancient greece, but courage alone does not win battles.

A loud whistle tore through the sounds of battle, and everyone stopped their fighting instantly. The mob of insurgents soon formed a circle rather far away from the three remaining marines. Soon after the circle was created, it was broken as a lone figure moved through the crowd. What came out of the sea of grimm masks was a sight to behold.

One of the figures was a male with horns on the top of his head. He had Black hair with red streaks and wore a grimm mask like the others. That was the only similarity this man had with the mob as his outfit was completely different. He wore black pants, shirt, and jacket with several red designs that sprawled all over his clothing. He also had a Katana sheathed at his hip, with his right hand resting on the grip.

The second figure was a woman, and her appearance screamed deadly beauty. She had black hair that flowed down past her shoulders and glowing yellow eyes that seemed to burn with an unnatural hatred. She wore a red dress with what seemed like a cluster of leaves on her right side. The dress also had yellow designs moving up her arm and towards her shoulders. The woman also carried a black bow and neither an arrow or a holster for the extra arrows was on her. Despite her lack of ammunition, the aura she gave off seemed to make her appear less than human. All three marines focused their attention on her, as their instincts told them that she was the biggest threat.

The imposing woman walked up to the marines and spoke in a soft, but intimidating voice. "Well it seems that I've caught some more Americans." An arrow then materialized out of thin air. The woman then placed it in the bow while pulling the arrow and the string back. She then took aim at Miller and gave off a devilish smirk. "Maybe you three will put up more of a fight than the previous ones?" The arrow was then released and a one sided fight broke out.

AN: Here you all have it, the newest chapter in The Day Remnant Stood Still! Now I do have some news regarding the future of this story. First off, I will be releasing in mostly shorter intervals with chapters that have around 4k words. This helps to fit in with my schedule involving school and college applications. Secondly, the story will be in an AU for the rwbyverse since a super power from earth entering remnant would seriously screw with the balance of power on remnant. Finally, there will most likely be no pairings at all. I just don't feel comfortable writing them as I will most likely ruin any characters I try to pair and what not. Plus pairings seem to be a pretty touchy subject in the fandom. Also if you are interested in becoming a beta reader, send me a pm and we can work out the logistics of the whole ordeal.

Well that's all I wanted to say for now. Until next time.