CMS Terra Nova


Veronica forced the airlock open and closed as quickly as she could, running towards the hangar containing the Crozier.

She told them it was a piece of shit, but a few parts would fix it.

"Hey, Pinkerton, you were right about the shuttle. It's a piece of shit, but a bit of work will get it working. By the way, you got the deactivation codes for the mines? That way we don't fuck around with them?"

"Huh? Oh yeah, yeah… Admiral had them, but I got a copy." She said, "I'll check the Crozier into their IFF so they won't chase after us. "

"I'll head outside, grab us an engine. The damn thing needs one."

"I'm a little more concerned about finding my brother's body before those things do."

Norton scoffed over the RIGlink. "He's dead. Burned up on reentry."

"Norton, I will FUCKING KILL YOU if you do not SHUT UP." Brother and sister shared the same disposition about Norton: he needed to die.

"Yeah, and I'LL fucking kill him, little sister, thank you VERY MUCH." An unexpected voice intruded on the link.

Veronica froze. "What?"

"Surprise, motherfuckers! I am VERY hard to kill!"

"What - how the hell did he survive re-entry?!" Isaac shouted. "That's impossible!"

"I've survived reentry three times before, plus I have personal shields. They were depleted on impact with the rock face, though." That explained his ability to not die. "I WILL say this though."


Ron trudged through the snow on Tau Volantis, glaring through the blizzard. "IT'S FUCKING COLD DOWN HERE!"

"Really, I haven't noticed," Ryu teased as he appeared above Ron.

"It's minus 50! My Borg enhancements have their limits, you know!"

"Yeah, I figured. There's a loop that's giving me a headache and I saw the Borg in the Arctic. Mind explaining?"

Ron sighed. "They went back in time to stop First Contact, but the Enterprise-E stopped them. But they didn't clean up the sphere they blew up. The debris landed in the arctic and a century later, everything went to fuck."

"I see, I'll have to pass that along to the Sorcerer of Time," Ryu commented with a bit of a frown. "And trying to talk to him is like trying to restrain the wind."

"Tell me about it. The Department of Temporal Investigations, his… scientific counterpart, so to speak, fucking hates me. Speaking of wind, I need a RIG. Veronica, you got coordinates for a stockade? I'm freezing my balls off down here! Almost literally!"

Ryu snorted before he snapped his fingers, causing his godson's body to warm up. "Such a baby," he teased.

"Those Borg survived the crash, but they were frozen, Ryu: their blood literally froze in their veins."

"I know. I'm just having fun with this."

"I'm SERIOUSLY questioning who my parnerial grandfather is right now. Veronica?"

"Hang on, hang on. You don't have a RIG, so I have to guide you—"

"I have a positronic brain: send the coordinates."

"Ohhhkay, sending NAV data now then…" She said, and moments later a navpoint appeared in the corner of his vision pointing west.

"En route. Ra Cailum, you reading me?"

"Loud and clear. Need polar gear, boss?"

"No. Just keep an eye on me."


Norton sat back in the commander's seat on the Crozier, slamming his head into the headrest. "Look, we can just let the Ra Cailum people do this shit! We can all go home!"

Isaac was tempted to jump the line and blow Norton's head off. The only things stopping him were Ellie and the fact that the Pinkertons would tear him apart and feed him to the necromorphs.

"Look, Norton, we need to get down there, we NEED to kill that moon using the machine, otherwise the rest are gonna just home in on earth!"

"Then let them do it! We can leave!" The hatch opened to the shuttle, Veronica coming in, joined by all but one member of Team STRQ.

As you remember, Raven kinda went fucking nuts. "We are not going anywhere, Captain." Veronica stated. "Starfleet regulations are rather… strict. And we're working with them, so we're following their rules. And we're under quarantine."

"Quarantine?!" Norton snapped. "Do we look infected?! If anyone should be quarantined here, it should be fuckin Isaac!"

"You got something to say, Norton?!"

"SHUT UP!" Both looked at Veronica, who pulled out both her weapons, pointing them BOTH at each man. "I will shoot you both if I have to."

"Then why are you pointing your rifle at my knee while you're pointing the cutter at Norton's head?"

Veronica smirked. "Because I like you more."

Norton sputtered before the blue lines all lined up on his head.

"Until we finish what Doc Serrano started and we get my brother, we. Go. Nowhere. Isaac, finish the repairs. And Norton? Last time I have to give an order twice. Shut up or I do what I do to stupid idiots."

Tai chuckled. "She is DEFINITELY Ron's sister."


Ron had ice on his skin. 'Internal body temp is at 18c. I can't keep this shit up forever.'

He continued marching towards the coordinates, marching through the snow before he heard something in the distance. "What now?" He groaned out, as he turned around to face whatever it was coming his way.

Stomping through the snow was a four-legged necromorph, covered in chitinous plating and moving VERY fast. The upload from the Ra Cailum IDed the creature.

He was facing the nigh-unkillable Snow Beast.

(BGM: Dead Space 3: The Snow Beast)

He drew his sword, blackened by reentry. "Alright, motherfucker. You're the unstoppable moving object. And that makes ME the immovable one. LET'S DANCE!"

Both were almost indestructible, both could recover from wounds fast.

It was the ultimate matchup.

The beast let out an inhuman roar before it rushed towards him, mouth wide and open as it reached an arm out to grab him.

Ron jumped back, the cold wind whipping at him. 'Warning: body temperature dropping.' Ron shut off the warning. His Nietzschean blood DEMANDED he fight and prove himself. And so he would.

The beast deployed tentacles, whipping bone at him, which he blocked and deflected with his sword, grinning. "This. Will. Be. GLORIOUS."


Ruby loaded ammo into her magazines, grabbed a phaser rifle and type-2 and patted herself down. "We're going down there."

"Ruby, it is minus 50 below zero down there." Corpsa warned. "It is colder down there than it ever was on earth!"

"Come on, it can't be that bad," Ruby smiled as she adjusted her winterized version of her usual gear, as did the rest of team RWBY.

Corpsa sighed. "Alright, beaming you down." She said.

"It can't be colder than than Solitos." Weiss mused, as they were beamed down to the surface.

Corpsa waited for a few moments, counting down the seconds. "Five… four… three… two… one… " she then activated the transporter, and beamed them back - and RWBY was covered in snow, with ice built up around their hair, and left in a shivering mess.

"I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-w-w-w-wa-a-aassssss www-w-ww-wro-o-o-o-o-o-onnnngg…" Weiss shivered out.

"Told you. Even on Andoria, we don't go out without proper gear. And THAT planet is COLDER than my homeworld!" Cassie sighed before tapping her combadge. "Boss, RWBY wants to assist, but we need heavier coldgear." She froze before considering that. "Holy shit, this is the coldest planet Starfleet's ever encountered."


Ron landed in a ruin, grinning. "I'm having the time of my life down here!"

Above, Ryu facepalmed. Ron was enjoying fighting the undead monsters. There was something WRONG with his godson.

Letting out a sigh he looked at the moon, oh, he could feel it's whispers as it tried to effect him - not that it could given his experience with the Elder Gods, some of whom were actually rather pleasant conversationalists as they tried to rip his throat out to shit down the hole. "Hey Ron, you hearin' voices?" he questioned, appearing next to his godson.

"Oh, so you're not as immune to the Marker signal as I thought."

"Wait, you're NOT hearing voices?"

Ron huffed as he dodged another volley of bone. "Borg encountered our universe's version of these things centuries ago and exterminated them! As much as we all hate them, they ARE sorta necessary when you have an extragalactic threat coming in towards the Delta Quadrant. Let them deal with it!"

Sad to say, but it was true: whenever Ryu saw a great threat heading for the Milky Way, he… shifted the invader's point to the Delta Quadrant, home of the Borg.

The Markers, one or two other races, etc.

"Oh THERE'S a RIG!" Ron smiled spotting one of the devices. "Hey, you mind throwing that thing a klick or two away, I want to put this on."

"Sure thing." A flick of the wrist and the Snow Beast went flying, howling all the way.

"Thank you."

He was fucking cold and while Ryu was willing to keep Ron's body temperature just a hair's breadth above freezing to death, he wasn't going to keep Ron alive or make him reliant on his powers.

Not that Starfleet officers relied on magic anyways. He respected them for their ability, their adaptability and their love of learning new things and exploration, even if he considered it somewhat naive.

So while he wouldn't help Ron much, he didn't need much help.

Just needed to keep himself warm long enough for the RIG to get his body temp up to levels where he wasn't freezing to death.


"Alright, sending up RIG data. Cassie, you know what to do."

"Copy that. Time to take it and make it ours."

Cassie's hands flew across her console, working quick.

"…And I'm done. Fabricating RIGs now."

"That was fast." Ruby commented.

"Well, I had to remove the kinesis and stasis units, but we don't HAVE those to replicate first hand. The rest, I can make and make better. Suit up."

RWBY each grabbed a RIG with their respective colors and changed. Two minutes later, they were ready. Ruby, of course, had her cloak draped across her shoulders.

"Ready?"

"Yup!"

They all deployed their helmets. Ruby blinked. "Woah. Cool! HUDs!"

"Energizing."


"…I'm just gonna say it, these are not starfleet regulated uniforms."

"We're just expanding your wardrobe - try this on!"

"This is a Japanese School Girl outfit!"

"…So?"

"…"

Jade had been playing Barbie doll for the last 5 hours. And she was not happy.

"I get the feeling you two are trying to use these outfits as eyecandy not just for yourselves, but for Ron."

"Well… Rutia was right: we all want him, in a way. We were content with you until… this happened."

"It doesn't help that I still don't know how to put on a bra!"

Sonja shrugged. "I wrap mine, remember?"

Jade grumbled "Do I have to wear one?" she said, as she begrudgingly tried on the next set of clothes. "I mean, why do I need a Bra at all? In fact, what's will all the variety here? Why can't I just wear copies of the same thing over and over again?"

"You do not understand. We wear different clothing for a reason. To… well, you like it when Nena's wearing something different, right?"

Jade looked at Nena, who had changed into a sailor fuku like Jade's.

She had to admit, Nena did look… good. "Oh, Ron will probably explain about how it's a natural thing to seduce a mate. But you want to look good for your first date with Ron, right?"

Jade attempted to picture herself in a dress. On a date with Ron… her face reddened as a small trail of blood dripped down from her nose. "Uuuuuhhhhhhhhhh…"

"You just had a sexy moment, didn't you?"

"…Yes."

Nena and Sonja grinned. "Well, as soon as Ron gets back, you can ask him out!" Jade looked at herself self consciously.

"…I used to be a guy. What if he doesn't want to go on a date with me? Or even to talk to me?"

"He had a holographic projection of you as Fem-Jade." Nena pointed out. "The real obstacle isn't Ron though… it's… them."

Jade blinked, before she paled. She had almost forgotten about them. Ron's two borderline Yandere girlfriends. If they found out about this… oh she is fuuucked

"So… how do with deal with Annette and Cassie?"

"…I have no idea. Maybe we should… talk to them?"

"…I don't want to get shanked before I get a chance with our man, girls."

"Well, they won't kill US: we're pregnant." Nena walked off, grabbing a phaser rifle from one of the arms lockers in the room.

WHY Ron installed those things in crew quarters, Jade would never know. But at least it might save her from the yandere girlfriends.


"Still kinda chilly… but better than before." Blake mused as the four continued to traverse the arctic planet, heading towards Ron's last known coordinates.

"How can a planet be this cold?" Yang asked, looking around the desolate icy landscape. "It's just… weird having a whole planet made like this! Makes as much sense as a planet made of nothing but deserts, or forests!"

"Well, there are a few desert planets back in their universe—" Roaring was heard from the distance before they hear Ron screaming at the source.

"GET BACK HERE AND DIE YOU FUCKING THING!"

RWBY looked to one another before Ruby smirked. "Found him!"

"Not yet, Ruby: he's 5.4 kilometers away. And moving away. Fast. While whatever he was fighting is coming towards US even faster."

"Well, best get ready." Weiss said, flinging out her sword. "Any idea what is is?"

"Something big," Ruby commented, already feeling the ground shake as she pulled out Crescent Rose.

Moments later, a massive crab-like necromorph rushed in, roaring at them.

"The Snow Beast. GREAT."

"You know what that thing is?!"

"I downloaded the Dead Space series so I could read it down here: don't aim for the body! Soft tissue only!" The Snow Beast whipped out four tentacles with yellow spots before it fired off a volley of bone spikes.

The RWBY team jumped out of the way, as Weiss ran forward as she stabbed the ground with Myrtenaster, shooting pillars of ice towards the creature to try and slow it down, however the beast leaped over her attack, attempting to strike at her, only for Yang to scream out as she punched the beast in the face, knocking it over.

Ruby fired her weapon at the tentacles, but as soon as they popped, it just pulled out more, shooting more bone spikes at them. "That's not fair!"

They couldn't kill this thing!

The air suddenly became much warmer as something came in from above.

Ruby didn't call in for an airstrike from the Ra Cailum. So what the hell was that?

However, the answer soon came as what appeared to be the rear-half of a ship suddenly came tumbling down, crashing into the snow - and actually hitting the beast, knocking it out of the way and sending it flying back by a few hundred meters.

"…pretty sure that's a chunk from the Crozier," Blake mused.

It was the entire rear half of the shuttle, actually, as the Snow Beast fell back, roaring.

Yang decided to pull an Isaac, yelling "FUCKING THING!" at it as it shuffled away like a giant crab.

Norton soon fell from the wreckage, shivering as he met the cold air. "FUCK, it's cold!"

Blake scoffed. "It's minus 50, you traitorous bastard."

"I haven't done anything! And who the hell are you people?!"

"We're team RWBY, from another universe, long story." Ruby said, retracting her weapon. "Come on, there's a base not far from here - we'll get your people some winterized RIG's from there."

"Wait, what about Isaac?!"

"He's DEAD, Ellie! Come on! We have to move!"


Isaac Clarke felt one thing.

Fucking COLD.

And moving snow under his ass as something dragged him and Carver through the snow.

He struggled to grab his cutter before the dragger kicked him. "Quit it: I can't drag you AND Carver if you two struggle like that."

Isaac sighed somewhat in relief at the voice, looking up to see none other than Veronica Pinkerton dragging the two. "Fucking hell I thought you were one of those things… " he muttered, before glancing around. "Where… where are the-"

"Shuttle got torn in half," Veronica answered, letting go of Isaac letting him stand up. "If we were lucky enough to survive, they probably did too. Your girlfriend seems like the hard-to-kill type."

"She's not-"

"Norton's an obsessive asshole putting his survival and Ellie's over the entire human fucking race." Veronica growled. "Once we kill these fucking things then you two can get working on mending bridges, and once that fuck's taken care of."

"Can't…" He shivered before they were dropped to the snowy ground, right before she dragged them into a sealed room, which, though cold, was windless.

"Never liked these generators." She activated her primitive kinesis module to kickstart the room's generator, turning on heat lamps that turned the room into an uncomfortable sauna.

Which had a dead body in it.

Isaac's first instinct was to stomp it, but he quickly realized the corpse didn't have any signs of being Necrofied. "…friend of yours?" He asked the former Sovereign Colonies member.

"I had a lot of friends. You killed them all."

Isaac shifted as Carver finally woke up, panicking. "I'm—"

"Thanks. Seeing them as walking corpses is insulting. Fucking Scenario five."

"What the hell IS Scenario Five, anyways?" Carver coughed as he got up.

Veronica sighed. "Scenarios One through Four were 'quarantine' to 'never leaving this shithole'. Five… everyone had to die. I didn't agree: we needed to send the information on the Markers back to Earth so they learned not to make more. Four was perfectly acceptable. I want you to do something, Clarke. Make the deaths here mean something."

Isaac said nothing, but he did nod his answer. "I just want to make sure Ellie survives this… " he muttered.

"She will. My brother's down here. And he's probably killing every undead fuck on this planet. She'll be fine."

She handed them their weapons. "I know where a depot is. I can get you winter RIGs so we can survive out there."

"What about you?"

"Mine's already winterized. Standard issue. Come on. Warm up, then we're going out there."


It took them a while, but after some travel they managed to reach the base where they could find additional Winterized RIG's. "There should be some more down here," Veronica said gesturing towards the elevator.

"Should?"

"Hey, I was too busy killing the undead in orbit. Ackerman's last transmission before I put my ass in the pod said he was trapped with idiots who ate necromorph flesh."

"…what?" Isaac asked, actually feeling repulsed at the idea of eating the flesh of those things. Carver actually nearly barfing at the thought.

"They went nuts and were VERY hungry. I prefer IVs, personally."

Isaac and Carver stared at Veronica before Isaac walked round and got the gears necessary to fix the elevator. He didn't want to think about it.

Or think about how FUCKED Veronica Pinkerton was in the head. She might be more insane than he was.

Once the Elevator was fixed, the trio climbed inside, as they began their descent. "This is Private Sam Ackerman of the 41st Engineering." A voice spoke on the intercom in a pre-recording. "I told. Them not. To eat. The infected… then they started changing, becoming sensitive to bright light - even shining my flashlight at them sent them into a violent rage. I disabled the elevator to keep them trapped down there… god rest your souls."

"Fuck me."

"Yeah, pretty much what I said earlier. Poor bastard probably died down here." The elevator came to a stop before the doors opened, Veronica deploying her helmet. Isaac and Carver almost felt jealous for doing that as their helmets were… fucked.

"I hope you two know how to be sneaky."


117Jorn: *clicking heard in the background* Oh for fuck's… Ron who did you give the Slasher corpses too?

Ron the True Fan: I vaporized them. And those aren't slashers.

Ruby: …Then what are they?

Blake: …Feeders.

Takeshi Yamato: Oh boy.

117Jorn: Then who the fuck fed someone infected corpses, and where did they fucking get them from?!

Ron the True Fan: Keep your voice down—

(SCREECHING)

Ron the True Fan: Well, there goes our achievement. GO LOUD!

Redemption's Avenger: *over sound of weapons fire* I liked it when zombies DIDN'T try to fuck up your mind!

117Jorn: BUUUUURN! *unleashes flamethrower*

Ja Ne!