This used to be RWBY: Forged Alliance, but I changed the name so I could edit the plot a little bit. So yeah, on with the chapter. My apologies about the long hiatus.
General HQ, Atlas
Ironwood stared at the figure standing in front of him. Salem, the ruler of the most vile and evil creatures on Remnant, was standing right in his office. She just stood, waiting for Ironwood to speak. He did, of course, get over his shock.
"Salem, what in Oum's name do you want? And why are you so...calm?" He asked, trying to stay civil. Outside, he looked calm, but he was scared shitless on the inside. He had swiftly realized his own office might be his final destination.
Or so he thought.
"James, or would you prefer General? Doesn't matter, this is of the utmost importance. I am using the last of my life force to project myself in your office to tell you that my faction has lost. Hammond has defeated me and my creatures, and I will soon be no more. However, this means that their sole focus will be humanity, and their destruction. However, I would like to still impeded on Hammond's progress. That is where I need you to come in. Atlas and Vacuo's manufacturing speed and efficiency give you the best chance at destroying Hammond. I had my own plans to destroy them, but that is no longer possible. So I leave you with a parting gift for the Hunter and Huntress faction. I think these will help you slow Hammond down, maybe even destroy them if you are smart. But my time is up, and I bid farewell...and good luck." Salem explained, and the moment she finished, she dissolved like any other Grimm creature did when they died, leaving James Ironwood with another email. He looked at it, and saw it was blueprints for vehicles.
Vehicles that were capable of standing up to Hammond ones.
Grimlands (Now Hammond Territory)
"So the Grimm Queen got away? Is that what I am hearing here?" Allen asked, and the Jaegers nodded. Allen sighed, and dismissed the Jaegers. He knew the Grimm Queen had been killed, but had died somewhere else. Unfortunate, but at least she was dead. His newest soldiers, the Death's Head soldiers, had come in handy. Allen looked to where a four man squad was standing.
A Death's Head soldier, abbreviated DH or DH squads, is usually armed with a semi automatic quad barrelled shotgun, a .45 semi-auto pistol, and a choice between a .50 caliber LMG or a sword. The soldiers stood a 7 feet tall and were covered in titanium armor. As heavy as it was, the wearer was augmented to super soldier standards, and had gone under rigorous training before said augmentation and after it.
(I'm lazy and suck at descriptions, so the armor looks like the Space Marines from Warhammer with the right shoulder pauldron showing a skull and the left showing a Hammond symbol, and the armor is all black, besides the helmet which is white.)
Allen watched them closely. The DH soldiers were ruthless, and unpredictable. They would follow orders most of the time, but on occasion they would rampage on the battlefield and need to be brought under control again. The eggheads in the Hammond science field dismissed it as an unintended side effect and thought nothing of it. Allen sighed, and returned to look at the Grimlands. Hammond forces were setting up a new base, similar to the one on the Kingdomless Continent. Hammond's plan was to have this one as a backup for the main one, while still having multiple smaller bases lying around on the Anima continent. Of course, Hammond already knew about the huge rearmament program that Atlas had put in place. The High Command had put the HEF forces on standby, but the minute operations started going south, the Hammond Military Forces would step in. If they somehow failed, then Hammond would order for Exterminatus Protocol on the planet. Allen shuddered at the thought of that. Exterminatus usually meant that the planet would be bombed from orbit with any number of things. He shook his head to clear his thoughts, he needed to focus on the task at hand.
Allen had orders to prepare for a land invasion of Vacuo.
Hammond High Command, Planet Arora
"Gentlemen, please. Why have you barged into the council room so suddenly?" One of the Overlord Commandants asked. A few moments earlier, two Supreme Commanders had barged into the Overlord Commandants' Council room, bickering about something. One of the Supreme Commanders was from the HMF and the other was the HEF's.
"Overlord, I demand to know why our empire's greatest assets are not being used on this...this...catastrophe? Why do you let the HEF 'handle' the Remnant Question, when it is obviously way above any of their officers' pay grade? They are simply twiddling their thumbs on that damn planet, wasting our resources and time, while the HMF would have solved this MONTHS ago. One day is all we need to destroy them-" The Commander started, but was swiftly interrupted.
"Twiddling? My forces have not been twiddling our fingers and doing nothing! We have accomplished many things. We brought one of the Kingdoms down, we destroyed their greatest enemy, and we run freely around their largest continent. Your single detachment that YOU felt was enough to take that other damn Kingdom was wiped out by Grimm and enemy forces before they reached the city! We may be 'wasting' resources and time, but you would be wasting lives and vehicles with your poorly planned strategies. A victory may be measured in objectives, but you simply lack to compassion to measure a victory by casualties."
"So?"
"How in the Emperor's name do you expect to win a war when your first victory costs you ninety-nine percent of your forces?"
The HMF Commander shut up at that. The Overlord Commandant sat, amused at the scene. Here was two of the most powerful military commanders in Hammond, and probably in the known territories, squabbling like children. The Overlord already knew what was going on, and decided that it was time for a changing of the guard.
"Supreme Commander of the Hammond Military Forces, I have had enough of your inability to lead our forces."
"M'lord?"
"Quiet! I have read your reports. You fought well in the later years of the Militia War, but this is a new age. Your tactics, if they can be even considered as such, are no longer feasible with your new position. You could lead maybe one or two army groups, but not all of them." The Overlord paused to pick up a document, with a Hammond symbol on it, but with the letters EC on it. The HMF Supreme Commander paled. "This, Commander, is a document from the Emperor Commander. It specifically states the the Emperor has noted your failures as a Supreme Commander in the last five years. Now, this details them to us, and we have decided that you are no longer any use to us. So, you are being replaced. I think you will be happy to know that we have found someone...very efficient to lead in your place." The Overlord looked to the back of the chamber, and the doors opened (Note: The Overlords Council room is similar to High Charity's for the Prophets). A person walked in, and the former HMF Supreme Commander gasped.
The Commander was wearing the armor of the DH soldiers. Except this person's armor was scratched in multiple places. The right shoulder was covered in white ribbons with black stripes. The helmet was in a Praetorian style, and a soldier flanked him on each side. The soldiers were wearing the same DH armor but were wearing Stahlhelm 1960 (What the Nazi Soldiers wear in Wolfenstein: TNO). The new Commander stopped in front of the two other Commanders and went to attention.
"I am Commander Erwin White. I will be replacing the Supreme Commander of the HMF and following the directive of the Emperor Commander to integrate the Death Head units into the HMF."
Sorry about the Hiatus. More about the units that Remnant just got in the next chapter.
