Dawn of Hope

by A.Islam.TMAX2021

'Battle-Fleet Halo' possibly one of the largest battle-fleets of the Indomitus Crusade is now lost in unknown space thanks to a freak storm surge in the warp. In search of a way to return back, they discover a new planet with a shattered moon - Remnant. Will this be the world where they find hope? Or is their destiny forever to be embroiled in war?

2. Chapter 2

Author's Notes:

First and foremost, thank you very much for your favs, follows, comments and constructive criticisms. I'll take them to heart and try my very best to improve in this chapter, as well as the next ones.

To Izcoatl: Yeah, I did mention I ended up copying the whole thing in the end, minus the modifications. I was trying to find a good platform to start, and nightbringer24's "A Light Against The Darkness" is arguably the best written story platform of Warhammer 40K armies arriving in the RWBY universe. Well, at least out of all the ones I've read so far. So, while I'll definitely try to be original, some of the parts may end up becoming a slightly modified version of the aforementioned story, for that once again, many apologies to both the Author and to you.

And to your second comment, putting the Author's notes in the beginning is the right thing, but while writing the first chapter, I kind of got this nervous feeling of "what if the readers dislike it?" In the sense of a whole lot of Author's Notes slapped right into your face right in the beginning, it kind of whittles down the interest of the readers at times. However, I'll take this advice to heart and try to put my notes up at the beginning.

To Kukuhimanpr: Umm, it isn't that big. If you look at the sector battle-fleets in the Imperial Navy, those fleets have as many as 50 – 75 ships of Battleships and Heavy cruiser classes alone. And they have another several dozen escort ships (Destroyers and Frigates), and huge numbers of other ships: transporter classes, messenger vessels, Orbital Fortresses and the patrol ships. Compared to those fleets, this is a relatively small one. And, I can't even compare this to any of the Expedition fleets from the Great Crusade Era. As far as other factions go, I plan on introducing some (I need to figure out who or what I'm supposed to put in there), in due time. About the conflicts, there definitely will be some with the Ecclesiarchy as I kind of hinted about it, as far as what they'll do with remnant goes, first the fleet needs a port and a few forward bases to build. Next, comes contact. I plan on making this contact like nightbringer24 did, in a first time large scale conflict. And, I'll be frank: I haven't gone that far yet. But knowing the twin brothers, I don't think they will be a factor considering how they utterly abandoned Remnant. And, I never thought those relics, inspite of their immense strength and capabilities to be reason enough for the two to come back. And also, the part about WH40K stuff being overpowered, the RWBY verse is no slouch either. If you take a close look, they can give a lot of things in the 40K verse a decent challenge, so it won't feel that overpowered.

To Haunted Reader: Thank you so much for your suggestions, I tried to break it into easier to read paragraphs this time. As for the chapters themselves, I kind of have this horrible habit called, "turning an entire chapter into a full volume". But nonetheless, I'll try my best to make it as short as I can. And, yeah, I also get confused, a lot whenever I read a story with dialogues without proper hints on who's speaking.

To LiquidusSnake: Yeah, I know, I already mentioned that I used it as the base template. But hopefully, I'll try to turn this as original as possible.

And with that, here you go, this is chapter two of my Fan-Fic. "Dawn of Hope". While writing this, I'm also working on prototypes for two more fan-fics, both will be a lot more original than this one I hope. Because, by finishing this one, I want to gauge how I should proceed with those two stories. But enough of me, enjoy the Fic! And as usual, your advice, and constructive criticisms are wholeheartedly welcome.

P.S: God-Dammit man! How did I turn a simple author's notes into a freaking mini-chapter?!

2140. April 11. 80 A.V, Altas Mean Time

Atlas Command Center, Top floor

Location premise: Atlas Academy

City of Atlas, Kingdom of Atlas

Continent: Solitas

Planet: Remnant (Previous Name – Unknown)

Star System: Unknown

Galactic Segmentum: Unknown

If there is something worse than a long, nagging, and somewhat pointless "Business Dinner Party", then it definitely is a "Long, Nagging, Pointless Business Dinner Party with a Narcissistic Asshole". And call it Irony, or quirk of fate – whatever you want to call it, James Ironwood, General and Military Leader of the mighty Kingdom of Atlas had to be a victim of such an ordeal. To make things even worse, the perpetrator for this ordeal is none other than the Current CEO of the Schnee Dust Company (SDC).

Jacques "Schnee" Gelé. In public, Jacques was the ideal "Poster-boy" slash role model for all current and rising businesspersons. However, those who know him on a personal level know better never to believe his looks. For in real, he was ruthless, callous, snide, arrogant, vindictive, overbearing, petty, power-hungry, apathetic, self-centered, delusional to the point of a disease, and a spineless coward. Not to mention, this gutter scum of a human being saw his wife, his children as nothing more than a means to meet his ends. The twit actually married the Daughter of the founder and former owner of the SDC Late Nicholas Schnee, just so that he could get his hands on all that wealth. And, he would use the worsening mental health conditions of his wife as a bargain chip to create sympathy towards him with his children.

Under normal circumstances, someone like General Ironwood would never meet with this waste of Air on the Brother's Green Earth, and if needed to, he could pretty much slap the head of Jacques clean off his shoulders. I mean, he had a very impressive physique: at six and a half feet, he was muscular, yet pristine. He wore a white overcoat, with a gray undercoat, black sweater, a red necktie and a white glove on his right hand. His suit pants shared the same color as his overcoat and were tucked into silver boots accented in gray. Coupled with his black hair with grey sideburns, he looked like a prim-proper gangster. However, reality was very unkind towards him. The SDC is the largest manufacturer and exporter of Dust based propellants, ammunitions, Weapons, Military Equipment & Technology not just in Atlas, but in the entire world. Almost 90% of the Dust and Dust based items in Remnant are manufactured by the SDC. Not to mention, SDC, and by that extension, Jacques was now the official contractor for weapons and munitions for the Atlesian Army. And, based on that single extension alone, Jacques can flaunt around all he wants.

While coming back, in his private car, all James wanted to think about was: To throw away all the worries, go back home, get a shower, sleep for as long as he wanted. And once again, the sad revelations of reality has forced him to be sitting in his office room, surrounded by his trusted coterie of officers and advisors. Needless to say, he was in the middle of an urgent strategy meeting.

The reason for this strategy meeting? A Call from a Doctor Richard Nicholas. And, a picture sent by Doctor Richard Nicholas.

As for what transpired before the meeting, let us turn the clock back a little bit.

2103. April 11. 80 A.V, Altas Mean Time

Dining Room, Second floor

Schnee Manor, City of Atlas

(20 minutes after 'Battle-Fleet Halo' entered realspace)

Jacques: As I was saying, Installation of new mining robots, and subsequent replacement of the existing human and faunus workers. Along with several other new reforms that I've taken, the stocks of the SDC will increase to a record high 9.11%, as compared to the last two years' stagnant 7.3%. With this much increase, I will be able to usher in a brand new age of Industry. More dust mining outputs, more combat droids, more weapons and newer breed of ammunitions. Which in turn will bring in more money that I can invest to make this company and the Schnee family name even bigger than it was before. Not to mention, then I will be able to invest more on the ongoing 'Orbital Surveillance' project to research and develop a method for inventing effective, and expensive Space-Faring Technology. And once we succeed, which we will, none of the three kingdoms will even be able to come close…

Several voices of amazement rings out from the other guests present: namely, the presidents of multiple Atlas based business conglomerates including Atlas Auto-works, Smart-Scroll, and Schwarz Metallurgies, to name a few. A typical gathering of people of the highest social and economic status in the Kingdom, as well as the whole continent. While, most of the people were praising and giving nods of acknowledgement towards Jacques' speech, one person was to say feeling less than pleasant.

"Oh Gods, please just finish this damn meeting, you moron! I want to go home, take a shower and get some sleep! Nobody wants to listen to your monologues of Greatness and business ideas. Get a clue already!"

At that moment, this is what Ironwood could only think of. As both the Headmaster of Atlas Academy, and the General of the Military, he is a member of the Kingdom's ruling council. So, it was only natural that he would be an ideal diplomat slash statesperson. But, even diplomacy and statesmanship has its limits. And against this twit, you can only stay patient for so long. Thank the brothers, he managed to at least take Jacques' oldest Daughter Winter into the academy and turn her into one of the best specialists in the entire kingdom, essentially sparing her from this 'Mess'. Even the gourmet dishes and the finest Atlesian Beverages served in this 'torture session' dubbed "Business Dinner Party" can do little to improve his mental health. And at this precise moment, he received the call.

Ironwood: Hello, this is James Ironwood. …Doctor Richard? Are you two still in the laboratory? What seems to be the problem?

For a moment, Ironwood's mood began to lighten at the news of Project 'Eyes of Solitas'. This, multi-billion Lien project to develop a surface operated device that can be used to scan and analyze anything on the planet as well as anything within 20 light years distance of Remnant, along with getting all sorts of relevant information on the target. Secondarily, the Eyes also worked as a spy-catcher for detecting non-encrypted calls, messages and emails – a good measure for communication security.

But, the next news that he heard completely ruined it, to the point where he began suspecting if both the professors were drunk or mentally exhausted from all that work.

Ironwood: Are you sure you're not feeling strange after all that overtime schedules? Sometimes, professionals suffer from seeing hallucinations from work-stress. I'm not doubting you, it's just a force of habit…

His words got cut-off when Doctor Richard asked him to see the picture for himself. He thought, maybe this is another one of those Grim Incursions. Although he is a member of Ozpin's inner circle, and lots of things happen by the virtue of it, based on the recent news updates, things aren't that serious. Well, almost, besides the fact that the Fall Maiden, Amber being attacked by an unknown assailant and being put in a coma that is. Even now, the resident drunkard of the circle, Qrow Branwen was on the lookout for the assailant. So, until there is some news, there's little that can be done. So, the only other thing that checks out for a 'Code Red' would be a sizeable Grimm incursion. Mobilizing a few Airships, AK-130 Knight Platoons, Paladins and a few squadrons of combat bullheads would be sufficient. Even the raids and open attacks of the Terrorist Organization 'White Fang' or assaults of the Mistralian Mafia families hardly warrant such cautions.

However, everything that he imagined, and all the countermeasures he had planned out to respond to the threat, and contingency plans should something go wrong – all of it, got flushed down the toilet the moment he laid his eyes on the picture. The picture that he saw literally had him shocked to the point he almost jumped out of his chair in the dinning room.

Jacques: Anything wrong, James?

The concern shown in Jacques' voice was animated at most. But right now, there was no time to pay attention to Jacques' thoughts.

Ironwood: Oh.. I-I'm sorry Jacques. I didn't mean to startle you or the guests... I need to leave. An emergency showed up, and it requires my utmost attention.

Jacques: Is it that important? I was kind of hoping that you would stay here for a bit longer. I was hoping to have a meeting with you in private regarding certain aspects of the contract-

Ironwood: How about next week? I'll be free by then, and I'll personally make arrangements for the meeting at the "Crystal Banquet", how about it?

Anything to get out of this horrible shit-show of a "Banquet" and attend to the matter at hand. Praise to the Brother Gods for that photo.

Jacques: ….Hmmm…I suppose we could do that…

"Must be something that got the General really riled up. He normally doesn't like attending in Galas, but right now, he looked agitated to a whole new level". That was all Jacques could think of. But, before he could even voice his opinion, the General stormed for the front doors of the manor.

Ironwood: Thank you Jacques. Thank you so much. Got to leave. I'll see you next week.

Without even waiting for a response, Ironwood took quick strides and reached the door in no time. And, as the Door-Keepers of the manor opened the doors, he almost flew right out like a blur, and reached to his car.

The car itself was of a sort of aristocratic design, but only on the outside. This vehicle was a state-of-the-art automobile with arguably the best performance factors anyone has ever seen. And within less than 10 minutes, the vehicle was already on the highway leading to Atlas Academy. It took around 20 minutes to reach to Atlas Academy, and to the main building where his office was located. Several heavily armed and armored guards were on security detail. As soon as they saw the General, they immediately saluted and made way for the General. As for Ironwood himself, he gave a vague gesture to be at ease. Now wasn't the time to pay attention to every details around.

By the time James Ironwood reached his office, several high ranked Military officers, along with Doctors Pietro and Richard were already waiting at the front door. His office door was heavily sealed with Encryptions and Biometrics. So, without Ironwood being there in person, it was impossible to enter there. The General quickly reached the front door, used the interface to enter the passcodes and finally use his right arm and eye to confirm the Biometric scans to open the office doors for everyone to enter. As soon as the door opened, all the people present there entered the room immediately.

The office room in itself, was a circular room featuring dark blue metallic walls and windows which can fade to become opaque. The floors of the office depicted constellations in the form of golden stars. Ironwood was a complete nerd when it came to astronomy. In the center of the room was a holographic projection table that was now hidden under the floor. Ironwood immediately reached for his office desk, where by pressing a switch, he brought the table out. He didn't even bother to take a seat, and as soon as the attendees gathered around the table, he began.

And…. With that we're now back to the present.

Ironwood: First, thank you for making time to attend to this meeting. And apologies for calling everyone on such an impromptu notice.

Cordovin: Please sir, there's no need to apologize. Everyone in this room knows very well that this kind of meeting takes place only because if some sort of situation that can seriously threaten the greatness of Atlas has happened. Or at least, may happen soon.

'Special Operative Captain', Caroline Cordovin was a short, elderly woman with short silver hair and brown eyes. She wore an Atlesian uniform with black gloves and a dark gray belt. If there is a way to describe Cordovin, it would be like this: a prideful, condescending and arrogant woman who deeply venerated the Kingdom of Atlas, to the point where she overly exaggerates Atlas' greatness, denies any weaknesses that her Kingdom or James Ironwood has, and believed that Atlas could take on the world and win. A Borderline Patriot slash Zealot.

Ironwood: Thank you once again. And one more time, many apologies for calling you all like this. Now then, to the matter at hand. Before I start, I need to be sure once more, because even after seeing that picture, I'm still having second thoughts. This is 'real', correct? Doctor Polendina, Doctor Richard, we're not here based on a false alarm, are we?

Ironwood had to ask with a certain amount of suspicion. And, why wouldn't he? This isn't a 'Code Red', and if the picture is real, then it is possibly the first ever 'Code Black' situation encountered by Humanity on remnant. It's just a 'Code Red' situation on 'Incredibly Unhealthy amounts of Steroids'.

In response, Doctor Pietro simply moved towards the table, connected his scroll to the main display input interface system and pressed a few symbols on it. Then, as the link was being established with the 'Eyes of Solitas', he solemnly replied:

Pietro: If it was a 'false alarm', General, I wouldn't have even bothered making Richard here to go through the effort of calling you and bringing you back from your "Business Banquet".

Ironwood could only give a nervous laugh at this, genuinely surprising some of the attendees. The doctor has no idea just how much he and Doctor Richard has helped James to get out of that 'Banquet'.

Pietro: However, I assure you that this is real. Very Real. Link established. As of….Right now, all of you will be able to see live data feed collected by the newly constructed Eyes of Solitas.

With the exception of Doctor Richard, everyone began to show signs of a much lightened up and happy mood. After all, the new invention will be a step towards making Atlas safer from all unexpected troubles. But, at the very moment the table begins to display the 3D motion image, all of their happy moods drain away. In cases of Specialist Clover Ebi of Ace Ops, Specialist Captain Augustus White and speaking of the Schnees: Specialist Winter Schnee, the colors on their faces begin to drain away as they see the image in front of them. Cordovin's eyes were now wide to the point where her irises were the size of pinpricks. As for the others, while the younger ones were in a state of panic and confusion, the seniors like Ironwood, Doctor Polendina and Vine Zeki maintained a much more stoic, yet serious expressions.

Winter: This….this has to be some sort of malfunction. Something like that cannot exist, right?

Pietro: I assure you, Specialist Winter Schnee, this is no malfunction. Richard and I have run enough diagnostics on the Eye's systems and hardware to the point where you don't have to look into any future maintenance reports for the next 5 – 6 decades. And I also assure you, this is one-hundred percent real.

The atmosphere was getting darker with every second. A fleet of warships of 'never-before-seen' gargantuan scale and size in the schematic display was heading for them. Nobody on Remnant is prepared to deal with something like this. So, suspicions were a normal thing. However, the data dashed any and all hopes of this being a false alarm. And, someone had to voice their own opinion.

Augustus: I wish I could agree to Specialist Winter's statement. But, knowing your reputation, the data here, and based on the tone you used to state the fact, I have to believe it. Even so….just how many of those things are out there?

Richard: A total of Eighty ships. Later on the fleet split in two: a smaller fleet of nineteen ships headed towards this direction. While the main body of the fleet followed shortly thereafter. All of a variety of shapes and sizes…and armaments.

Clover: Armaments?

Richard: All the ships are combat capable and heavily armed. And based on their sizes and speeds, each ship type performs a certain role in the fleet that you see now.

Even as they spoke, they could see the smaller fleet guiding through the empty space representing the Void outside of Remnant, while the larger Main Fleet slowly following their trail, both fleets barreling towards their Planet. And possibly, on a warpath. While the specialists asked questions about the numbers and directions, other thoughts went inside of Ironwood's head. Positive side: these are not Salem's Goons. Negative: the guns on those ships indicated they were anything but friendly. How do we approach them? Will we even get to contact them? Or for the matter, will they be interested about Remnant's population? Will they be openly hostile towards Remnant and declare war?

Ironwood: From this moment onwards, we need to take every step assuming the worst-case scenario – we're looking at a possible hostile, otherworldly fleet. As soon as you return to your bases, contact every senior officers at base, assemble a meeting, debrief them of the situation of a 'Code Black'. Minus the details about the warships. Just tell them to be prepared for a mass scale 'Grimm Attack of unseen levels or proportions'. Depending on circumstances, we may have to declare Martial Law to keep public panic and distress under full containment.

Pietro: What will you tell the public?

Ironwood: Same as the 'National Safety Protocols': 'within the coming days, we will be mass testing some new equipment. So please don't panic and stay calm'. To keep them calm, I'll mobilize patrol forces drawn from the Army. All senior Army personnel and specialists will take command of individual forces, and maintain public order.

Richard: Will they buy into that? Or for the matter, will the Councilmen accept that pitch? The moment those ships will start covering our skies, nobody's going to 'stay calm'.

Ironwood: We have to do so nonetheless. Things may get harsh, borderline extreme. But, we cannot allow the common populace of the nation to descend into any kind of distress or fear. And for painfully obvious reasons.

All the senior specialists nod their heads in acknowledgement. While the arrangements were done for the right cause, it often leaves questions in one's mind. And one such question was going pinball all over inside the head of Specialist Harriet Bree, the "Midget" of Ace Ops.

She was a dark-skinned young woman with platinum blonde and brown hair shaved on the sides and dark pink eyes. She wore a very short-sleeved Atlesian Specialist uniform that consisted of a sleeveless white double-breasted vest with silver buttons and dark blue accents. It had a white and dark blue-collar, a dark blue short-sleeved t-shirt, a red tie and white shorts. She wore dark blue chaps that presumably connect to the tops of her shorts. The chaps expose the inner part of the thighs and the backs of her calves. She also wore blue fingerless gloves and dark gray trainers with black accents and a white stripe accompanied with red socks. She also had white calf pads and dark blue knee pads as well. There were also dark blue straps fastened around the top of her vest. The blond portions of her hair were styled in a way that resembles a rabbit's ears. And, with her doubts in mind, coupled with her competitive, borderline arrogant nature, she had to ask.

Harriet: Sir. With all due respect, do we really need to use such measures? They're just one fleet. Can't we just handle them in our way?

Pietro: Is your brain capacity also as short as your height, Specialist Bree? LOOK AT THOSE GODSDAMNED GUNS! Between those ships, there is probably enough ammunitions to reduce all of Remnant into molten glass over a thousand times, and still they will have enough to spare! Do you really wish to open fire on them knowing that? Right off the bat no less?!

The specialist couldn't say anything. There wasn't a good retort against that. Having ships and guns like those meant, they don't need to land on the planet. They could glass them from a healthy distance away without batting an eyelash.

Ironwood: I believe you've made your point, Doctor Polendina. Back to topic: our plans remain the same: Mobilize the army, distribute the troops into formidable strike forces, all of you present will take command of one or multiple forces, spread out all over Remnant. Create defensive positions. I'll arrange for ease of access and movement throughout the Kingdoms. As much as I hate to admit it, we cannot deal with this alone.

Augustus: Agreed, General. Shall I establish contact with the Militia forces of the other kingdoms once we have finished mobilizing our troops and assets?

Ironwood: No, Captain White, that won't be necessary. I'll inform them in person. As for the forces, I leave it to your discretion. We cannot pull our punches if a war were to begin indeed.

Elm: (in an audible mumble)..Give me a break. As if Grimm and the White Fang weren't bad enough, now this?

Everyone could only respond to Specialist Elm Ederne's comment with a light, weary chuckle. Everyone could use a little bit of humor once a while.

Specialist Ederne was the second tallest individual in the room, next to Specialist Vine and the General himself. At a very impressive height of Six Feet Five inches, she was a tall young muscular woman with medium brown hair in a short ponytail, brown-tan skin, and brown eyes. She wore an Atlesian Specialist uniform that consists of an open white, one-sleeved crop jacket with dark blue accents, shoulder flaps and collar and a dark gray shirt. She had silver vambraces over her forearms, a red belt around her white pants and went barefoot save for some martial arts footwraps alongside dark blue calf plates that covered the tops of her feet, the plates had three red straps tied around them; the soles of her feet were appropriately dirty as a result. Finally, she also had a silver hoop earring on her right ear. The first impression everyone got after meeting Elm was, "she is a big buff woman with a heart of gold".

Ironwood: What we wouldn't do to get rid of both menaces for good. Well, with that, let us get on to the more important topic. Doctor Polendina. How long will it take for them to get here?

Pietro: At their current speed? Within 12 days at most.

Ironwood: Barely enough time to organize ourselves. Nonetheless, we will go along with the plan. I'll make contact with the headmasters and the councilmen while all of you will make your preparations and get the troops ready.

Sounds of acknowledgement were heard through the office room. The future of the Army was in good hands of these outstanding individuals. And now, the future of Remnant and its inhabitants was at stake. They have to be united like never before.

All the while however, Winter became very curious. The tall, fair-skinned young specialist was a gifted scholar, as she was a cold whirlwind in battle. And, throughout her entire life, she came across many books on many subjects. Right now, many of the design features of the ships stirred up her scholar / investigator side. Thus, she felt like asking:

Winter: After observing the data, I realized something. Between the fleet and Remnant, that is a substantial distance. Yet, they're able to cover that distance in such a short time. What kind of propulsion systems are they using? And how much did they spend on equipping such systems on all of their ships?

A good question. Even to this day, Atlas has reached nowhere near to figure out how the advanced orbit crossing propulsion techniques worked, and how to create and apply said propulsion techniques. Yet, somehow, this unknown fleet was now displaying a level of technological advancement in the aforementioned field that made Atlesian Astrophysicists and engineers look like monkeys working on an abacus. Atlas had a substantial number of fleets of High-End Airships, a full floating city, and the greatest demonstration of Atlesian engineering – the Amity Colosseum. But that was pretty much it – they didn't have any craft or equipment for the matter that could reach or cross orbit from surface level. Naturally, it left anybody wondering: Who was capable of creating such advanced propulsion systems? And what kind of nation or sovereign body had the kind of absurd military budget to build a ship like the ones they were looking at? Much less, an entire fleet of such ships? Some of them, like the Parent ships were equipped with even more complex ones. At that question, everybody looked at the Astrophysics polymath in the room with a lot of curiosity. Sensing their curiosity, Pietro decided to collect himself. They all saw the data on the ships, but there was no explanation for most of them. Even he understood very little about it.

Pietro: As much as I hate to admit this…. I…have…no Godsdamned idea about their ships' power sources. Just the designs alone is utterly alien to me. The only thing I can tell right now is…whatever propulsion systems they're using, the units themselves are colossal in size. And, they have the power output to match with.

Too bad for the Doctor, it created even more confusion among the members present. The Polymath of Astrophysics, one of the greatest scientific minds on Remnant was now completely stumped, and had no way of explaining the designs of the spaceships.

Clover: By colossal, just how big are they anyway?

Pietro: Even the smallest ships within their fleet are over one and a half kilometers long and almost half a kilometer wide. While the largest ones within their ranks are somewhere around eighteen to twenty kilometers in length, and around three to four kilometers in width.

Ironwood's eyes widen almost to the same extent as the rest of the members. Barring the floating city of Atlas, there was nothing on Remnant that big capable of flight. Even the Amity Colosseum – which was possibly the Kingdom's greatest testament to Technological growth wasn't that colossal. Which further established Doctor Polendina's explanation. They had the technology to propel essentially a mid-size Metropolitan city into space, and to great speeds.

Pietro: And as far as their budget goes….well Richard is more of an expert on this field. Perhaps, he can shed a little light on it.

Now, it was Richard's turn to guffaw. As if Atlas had THAT kind of absurd military budget.

Richard: What is there to explain anyways? Even a dumb economist can tell you about the costs. Even if we amass the entire Annual Budget of the Kingdom for the next 100 years, I don't think we will be able to replicate the propulsion system, much less build the smaller versions. Building a fleet of this size is completely out of the question.

Lots of equations and probabilities went of inside Specialist Augustus' head. This Big, burly, six feet four inch goliath of a man is one of the best huntsmen specialists on Remnant itself. But very few people knew: this man was also one of the smarter ones with a general IQ of 128. Heck, some of the soldiers in the Military who knew about this actually dubbed him "Burly Monster with Brains". And the way he saw things now, he decided to state his opinion:

Augustus: With that kind of propulsion systems, the fuel expenditure without a doubt goes off the roof. Chances are, maybe they're searching for fuel sources.

All eyes turn on Augustus White now as he explains. He felt all of their gazes, and kind of felt nervous about it. He was never a public speech kind of person, and he had a slight case of Stage Frights when he was young.

Augustus: Ahem…well, this is just a theory. Based on the overall area of each ship, I say each one weighs in at least several Megatons. With the larger ones exceeding several thousand Gigatons. You need to have substantial amount of fuel in your reserve to both propel the crafts and keep using prolonged space travel if your fleet has ships like that. Which brings me to the next issue: no matter how much armaments or soldiers you have, eventually you have to stop somewhere and restock your supplies. Nobody can keep up with prolonged periods of travelling unless they have some sort of way to refuel themselves on the spot. So, they have to stop at some point-

Ironwood: And, just so it happens, Remnant is the first place to notice.

Augustus nods in confirmation. Ironwood realizes, the specialist has a good point.

Augustus: Unfortunately, yes. That is where we drew the short ends of the stick. We happen to be the first thing that they noticed. However, that isn't necessarily a bad thing. Let us assume the scenario of the day that they arrive. As impressive as the ships are, I didn't see anything on them that said they could refuel themselves without sending external hands. They definitely have to send someone. Or something on the surface-

Winter: …Like a scouting or exploration party. Which will give us the opportunity to observe what they are doing or at least what they want. And should it present itself, it may give us a chance to make contact with them. Which could probably be taken to a more, diplomatic level…it does make sense.

Smart Girl. Just from the basic premises, she managed to figure out an optimal contact scenario. Augustus nodded in confirmation.

Clover: Well, if we take both your scenarios in account, who will be the delegation party?

Richard: I don't see Cordovin being a part of this. As good as you are, specialist Cordovin, your fanaticism over Atlas may give them a wrong impression. And I don't see the midget in the room or the priest over here being a part of it either. No offense, but while Specialist Zeke is somewhat fine, Specialist Bree falls in the same boat as Cordovin.

Cordovin: And what is wrong with professing about our nation's superiority?

Harriet: And why'd you put me along with that senile hag over there?!

Cordovin: How dare you call me a Hag, you little brat!

Harriet: Big talk from a granny who's a full head shorter than I am!

Specialist Vine Zeke says nothing. But, the women mentioned in name by the Doctor looks at each other with a murderous glare, while the rest simply smiles or chuckles a bit at their interaction.

Ironwood: Now…now ladies, please calm down a bit. I believe the good doctor meant no offense with that. However, Specialist White & Specialist Schnee have established a valid matter to address. In the event, that we do come in contact with their people, we do need to proceed with caution, and thus we need to approach them in perhaps, a more diplomatic fashion. In such a scenario, what kind of approach should we try to take?

Augustus: I believe an old-fashion, textbook greeting and extending the olive branch from our side should be a proper way to approach…

Winter: And, in case they do turn hostile, to keep a few invisible daggers within our sleeves. A surprise counter offense often does wonders.

"With a little bit more experience in the fields as well as the office, these two would make for fine commanders for the army". That was what went into Ironwood's mind. And, based on their progress, maybe he can retire from the army much sooner than he expected, and simply be the Headmaster of the Academy.

Ironwood: Acceptable and optimal parameters for solving the problem at hand. Then, I do not need to explain this any further. If you do come in contact with their people, do not open fire or approach with hostile intentions. Chances of diplomacy on a scale like this, is a once in a lifetime moment. And, one mistake borne out of egos or emotions may very well spell the end for us.

Sounds of acknowledgements could be heard from the officers. While both scientists simply nod their heads.

Ironwood: Excellent. All of you know what to do from here onwards. And with this, the meeting is concluded. Dismissed.

Ironwood watches as all the attendees take their leave from the office in order. Within a minute the whole floor becomes empty. Now, he can take a seat, and relax for a moment. While sitting on his chair, he started thinking, "What will they even look like? Exactly like humans, or like the strange creatures he read about in the books he used to read when he was a child? Maybe they could also look a lot like those "Remnantoids" from that cheesy B-rated Movie." There were so many probabilities to think about. All the while he was swimming in his thoughts, he was establishing contact with the other members of his group: namely the other headmasters of the renowned huntsmen academies around the world. Soon, on the table, the images of three other persons come in full display:

The first person had dark, close cut hair, which is almost shaved off, and a checkered vest showed off his wiry frame, thin but with sharp lines of muscle like he had been chiseled from stone. He also wore an ankle length, grey-blue cape likened to the color of a storming sky, which was clasped onto his shoulders with a silver chain, a silver belt with a round buckle, matching boots, and bright white slacks with deep side pockets. This person, was Professor Theodore, Headmaster of Shade Academy in the Kingdom of Vacuo.

The second person was a middle-aged man with a mane of tan/gray hair and a beard. He had a tanned complexion with brown eyebrows and dark brown eyes. He wore a brown greatcoat with a matching mantle, which had cross emblems on each side. He also wore a white dress shirt under his coat, a western necktie and carried a pocket watch with a lion head on it as an emblem. The whole getup was completed with dark brown slacks and dress shoes. This burly individual was Leonardo Lionheart, Headmaster of Haven Academy in the Kingdom of Mistral.

The third and final person to appear in the display was a face all the readers will recognize. But, for the wretched majority: a middle-aged man with tousled silver hair and thin brown eyes. He had a light complexion and sharp facial features and oddly enough, black eyebrows, suggesting that he may have had black hair when he was younger. He wore shaded glass spectacles and a small, purple, cross-shaped pin on the cowl around his neck. His outfit mainly consists of an unzipped black suit over a dark green, buttoned vest and green shirt. He also wears black trouser shoes and long, dark-green pants. In addition, he was carrying his signature cane in one hand, and a mug bearing the Beacon Academy emblem on the other. And knowing Ozpin, the Headmaster of Beacon Academy in the Kingdom of Vale, that bloody thing was like an endless reservoir for hot cocoa.

With the major members of the group present, Ironwood begins:

Ironwood: Gentlemen. I hope I did not wake you up prematurely. However, there have been certain developments, and based on how things may pan out, we may have to take rather, unorthodox steps…

It was bound to be a long night with everything that happened in the span of little over an hour.

003.10.033. M42. 23:00 hours. Imperial Calendar

Galactic Region: Unknown.

Segmentum: Unidentified.

(48 hours after 'Battle-Fleet Halo' entered realspace)

If one could use a Hubble scope to observe the void of space outside of Remnant, they would see multiple Frigates and destroyers masterfully maneuvering through the Void. As they make way for the Massive Capital-Class ships and Battlecruisers to follow behind. The Advance Vanguard Fleet of 'Battle-Fleet Halo' was simultaneously making way for the main fleet to follow through and collecting refuel/resupply material within the endless void.

Normally, none of this would have been necessary, if they still had access to the Immaterium. Faster than light travel would have been a cakewalk, and they would be at their destination in mere days or months if the warp was too turbulent. Now, without its aid, the travel speed of Battle-Fleet Halo has been reduced down to a ponderously slow crawl. However, this was a fact that the entire command echelon of the fleet has to accept, whether they like it or not. They literally got tossed like space hulk debris within the warp, and whether by the Emperor's Divine providence, or someone else's sadistic pranks, they ended up in the middle of unexplored space.

Right now, one of the commanders of the Advance Vanguard fleet, Rear Admiral Serena Mirrenn was taking mental notes of the current situation. As a result, her mind was in a state worse than the Immaterium. She now held the fate of the entire battle-fleet as she and the vessels under her command ploughs a way through the void, searching for a planet. Any Planet. Or failing that, a Planetoid of some sorts. The fleet did manage to come across a few asteroid belts on the way, all of which were right now being processed inside the forges of the 'Gifts of Iron'. Praise the Emperor, He was at least providing them with some sort of life-support at times like these.

Mirrenn: We would have a better chance of surviving trying to explore the Halo stars than dealing with this mess. This is no different from walking and throwing stones in a warp rift while wearing blindfolds.

The youthful Rear admiral can only grumble at this. Why it had to be 'Battle-Fleet Halo'? couldn't the surge just go somewhere else? Go and hit other fleets like Battle-Fleet Gothic? Or Battle-Fleet Tempestus? Or Battle-Fleet Ixaniad? There are tons of fleets out there. At least hit a few of those damned Eldar or Chaos fleets and grind them to a paste!

General Stein: If we could turn back time, we wouldn't be here right now, Rear Admiral. There's no point in crying over spoiled milk. What happened to us….it's just that… It happened. What we can do is do our duties and make sure that we don't end up in a new mess.

The stern, yet cordial tone of General Jairinho Stein does little to improve the mood. However, he had a point. What happened to them was completely out of their control. From everyone's control so to speak.

Mirrenn: Us folks in the fleet command chain understand that. But how long can we keep the general staff and the soldiers in the dark? Eventually they will find out. Praise to the Emperor, a riot hasn't broken out so far.

Stein: Our Soldiers and your Armsmen are tough individuals. If I were you, I wouldn't look down on their mental strength.

Mirrenn: Mm…Hmm. It's hard to stay tough with everything we have been going through. It's even tougher for you and your men after everything you have gone through.

Stein: That's why we're the Imperial Guard & the Imperial Navy. Being tough comes with the Job description.

Both commanders nods in agreement with a small smile. There is no room for weakness in the Astra militarum or in the Navy. Anyone who is weak is weeded out right from the start. The wars that the Armies of the Emperor wage requires only the strongest of soldiers: both in body and in mind.

Stein: Although, personally, I do enjoy a bit of this peace. Gives you enough time to collect yourself, train to sharpen your senses, polish your skills.

The Rear Admiral couldn't help but ask.

Mirrenn: …Do you miss it?

Stein: Miss what?

Mirrenn: Your home. New Cadia, I mean.

Stein: I would be lying if I said I didn't. But then again, I did make my peace with the circumstances. I may be a General now. But, first and foremost, I'm always a soldier of the front lines. Every single day I wake up, I wake up preparing for the fact that I'll probably die in the battlefield, and I won't even have a chance to go back home before that. Even so, I have no regrets about it.

The General's honest answer makes Rear Admiral Mirrenn feel a little guilty. The survivors of Cadia did move to a new world. Started all over. Rebuilt the Cadian Regiments. Got back to the wars. Took the fights to the enemies of Mankind. And still taking the fight to their front doorsteps. They didn't break. They stood tall. Even when Cadia Prime fell, they remained standing. Remained unyielding. She, of all people, had no right to question their resolve. She signed up into the Navy as a Bosun when she was only 10. You had to be tough to join the armies to join that young. So, if anything, she respected people with discipline, grit and unyielding resolve; Like General Stein.

The solemn mood between the two gritty officers was then interrupted by a third individual.

VanGorich: Regrets breed nothing more than more regrets and sorrow. Any chance of looking back and thinking about it…we left it all the way back home. Now, looking forward is the only option left for us.

Stein: Speaking of looking forward….

Mirrenn: It is good to see you again, Commissar-Captain VanGorich.

VanGorich: Likewise, Rear Admiral Mirrenn.

Luckily for General Stein and the other commanders of the Vanguard Militarum Forces, the Commissar-Captain and his coterie of Commissars: Senior, Junior and a few cadets are around to keep the morale in tip-top condition.

Stein: How are the men?

VanGorich: They will hold just fine, general.

Stein: Morale?

VanGorich: No worries about having a lack on morale. While under my watch, no Guardsman will abandon his duty and cause morale damage to his fellow troopers.

As expected of the Commissar Captain. Even in the middle of inactivity like this, he's making sure that everyone is in their best shape.

VanGorich: Although, lack of morale is no longer an issue at the moment. Right now, many of the troopers are actually itching to get into the middle of a battlefield. Even as we speak, Colonel Sanders is practically dragging Colonel Akin and the Junior Commissars along with him and getting the soldiers perked up for a fight.

In response, General Stein let out a pained sigh. Granted, Colonel Tito Sanders is a gifted fighter, is popular among both his regiments, as well as the others, and a brilliant mind in the aspects of the battlefields. But sometimes, he's even worse than a hive gang hooligan.

Stein: (Groan)…Aaugh…for Throne's sake…

Mirrenn: Must be quite the handful, if you ask me.

Stein: (Groan)…With the Emperor as my witness, Rear Admiral…you haven't even seen half of his…motivational treatments.

Said 'motivational treatments' include getting people to participate in his "Competitive Combat Training". A Draconian Torture session that involves, but not limited to: Bare knuckled brawls, Pit-fights, No-holds Barred wrestling matches, Armed duels with combat knives, Military Drills on training strips riddled with Catachan Barbwires-Claymores-explosive packs-poison grenades etc., Shock treatment, Water torture, Poison gas torture, Eating poisonous food as part of the regimental diet, Needle torture, running from one end to the other within a time limit while a bomb is strapped on your chest, with the last one being especially brutal because the bomb explodes immediately if you try to take it off. These are just a few of the things that he makes the troops do. And whenever someone complains, he just says:

Sanders: This is how a real man builds his core! I've been doing these since I was four! So, quit yer yappin', grow a pair, and GET YER ASS TO TRAINING!

And who in the Emperor's name was going to prove that he was bluffing?! The maniac actually mixed pure Catachan Devil Venom into his amasec before drinking! At one point, his fellow Colonel, Colonel Akin of the Harakoni Warhawks bluntly asked if he was even human. And all he got in response was a laugh from Colonel Sanders and a pat on the back.

Luckily, health and diagnosis tests from the Medicae did verify that he was in fact, human. It's just, during his time fighting swarms of Tyranids on Koralkal VIII, he and his fellow devils developed an insane kind of durability against biological poisons. As for the tort… ahem, 'combat training', Thank the Emperor, Lord Reclusiarch Servaias was there to put some restrictions on certain things. Otherwise, the 'Vindication' would have become a floating coffin full of holes by now.

The Rear Admiral flinched a bit in shock and fear at the ways of this 'Mad-man' of a Colonel running training drills on board her ship.

Mirrenn: How do you deal with Colonel Sanders anyway?

VanGorich: We manage. With disciplining from the Lord Reclusiarch and having the notion of 'The Emperor Guides us' helping us to deal with it.

Stein could only give out a wry chuckle as a response. Yup, it's only because of the two reasons mentioned just now that they can go on like this.

Mirrenn: And speaking of the Lord Reclusiarch, where is Lord Servias?

Akin: In the Chapel room. Apparently, he decided to gather the ones growing weak in mind after all the traveling and help them to strengthen their minds and hearts…

A sort of tired voice rings out as the three officers turn their heads around to see the Harakoni Warhawk entering the room. And they couldn't help but cringe a little bit.

Mirrenn: Oh…Throne…you look horrible…what happened?

Akin: (soft chuckles)..I'll take it as a compliment. This is pretty much what happens after a few rounds in Sanders' training pits. (In a low mumble)..Crazy Jerk, we aren't Catachans you know…just plain humans.

The Colonel looked like someone made him toss Medusa Siege Shells at a traitor hive city walls like softball pitches for 4 days non-stop – Completely exhausted. The haggard expressions, the dark circles, the sunken cheekbones were proof of that. The Commissar-Captain felt that a long-term migraine was heading his way.

VanGorich: Augh…Now we have something to worry about.

Stein: Indeed, VanGorich. Now, I'm having doubts on if we'll even find a planet in time before all the men starts to look like Akin here.

All four could only sigh at the notion. Not only are they lost in space, but also now they have to deal with their own internal mess. This will be a very long trip if things keep going at this pace.

Turns out, it took 8 more days of spacefaring before they found the first signs of a planetary system. During these 8 days, all the soldiers and warriors on board kept on training, honed their senses, always remained on high alert in case of an enemy attack. While, the engineers, crewmen, pilots kept tending to their crafts, vehicles and equipment. Leaving no room for unpreparedness. And, during this time, they managed to collect a few more floating asteroid belts spread out here and there. And as usual, they all got harvested, towed back to the forge ship, and reprocessed as usable materials and fuel. The collecting process often leaves a fleet slightly vulnerable to enemy attacks, so wings of attack crafts kept patrolling around a fixed area of each of their parent ships. No one was willing to take a risk with so many unknowns here.

On the 11th day, the Augurs and proximity sensors flared up, as the destination of the vanguard fleet came into their sights.

The first sight greeted them was a moon. Well, half of a moon. As for what happened to the other half, the officers and the voidsmen then noticed that the other half, or whatever was left of it floated in front of the moon like space debris. Large hunks of moon rock, as big as large landmasses in the oceans, remain suspended while countless splinters of the smaller rocks and dust particles forming a sort of mist. Coupled together, the rocks looked like a cluster of comets suspended in a stasis lock.

However, a moon blasted in half, with said half in question floating like splinters in space wasn't exactly a good sign. Many theoretical points applied for such a phenomenon: A macro-bomb fired from a Nova Cannon. Sustained bombardments using cyclonic torpedoes and kinetic shells. Any weapons with comparable firepower of the weapons used by the Centurio Ordinatus. Heavy Particle based weaponry used in the Necron Tomb-Ships capable of slicing an entire battle-fleet in pieces. The list goes on for possibilities. It was an uneasy sight, heck, some of the more superstitious crewmembers even started bawling on how it was a bad sign. Luckily, the Commissars and the Senior Warrant Officers managed to restore discipline.

The sight past the moon however, filled the hearts and minds of the crew with wonder. And good news like these tend to spread like wildfire, as it reached to every quarter of the ship. The same things happened on every other ships of the Vanguard fleet.

Vindication, Command Bridge, Strategic Dais.

Right now, in front of the Dais, the commanders are all gathered around. Within seconds, the holographic displays flared up, and the figures of the Admiral, both Chapter Masters, the Arch-Magos of the Mechanicus armies, and the Shield Captain came into full view.

Arkas: Show us

Syroda: As per your Command. My Lord.

Replying in a hissing, synthetic, yet feminine & light voice, Magos Syroda transforms her left palm into an interface connection point. Then she links up with the main data input port of the dais, and starts uploading the data.

The Magos herself is just as strange as her commanding superior Anarchir. Sort of Androgynous in form, although it leaned more towards the female side obviously. Her entire body was covered under the usual long-sleeved red robes worn by Tech-priests, with a split showing her left leg. Her legs were pretty revolting: while she was bipedal, both her cybernetic legs, which started from a few inches above her kneecaps down to her toe were designed like the prehistoric biped predators that walked on the surface of Terra. Three, sharpened, clawed digits in the front and one in the back on a two-parted toe. Which was bolted to a pair of bionics & hydraulic extensions that worked as part of the Femur and the entire Tibia-Fibula. Her back was hunched thanks to the heavy power pack she was carrying. Some of the equipment strapped on it however, indicated that she was originally a Magos Biologis: Fused Scalpels, Servo-Pincers, Laser Cutters, Serum Injection arms etc. along with the usual Tech-Priest Servo-Arm equipment whirred around it. As for the face under the hood, it was covered by a heavily modified Bio-Mask, and her left eye was cybernetic: a visor fitted straight into the flesh with a number of lenses. The only things besides her shape that identified her as a woman, or a human for the matter were these two: her right eye, which was a deep sapphire blue, and her long, blonde hair which flowed down in front of her face, split in two sides down to halfway of her ribcage.

As she finished the uploading, she simply disconnected from the interface, turned her arm back to normal and took her spot. Soon, the display was filled up with a new image.

It was a planet. Almost perfectly spherical. The magos then immediately presses some buttons in her left arm, which also housed an input slate. The display then changes the visual spectrum revealing the true colors of the planet. Various colors of landmasses, each color depicting the lush, verdant forests, the snow covered tundra's, the tan yellow desserts, uneven surfaces depicting mountains spread throughout the vast swathes of blue oceans. Beautiful, white swirls of clouds floated at different places on the landmasses as well as the oceans.

It was a verdant world. One full to the brim with life. And it creates a sense of awe and wonder among the more human members present.

Akin: It's…beautiful.

Mirrenn: Tell me about it. This is probably the first time I've seen a world this clean besides the Agri-Worlds on the untouched sectors.

Adrastia: Did you find any orbital stations or Artificial Satellites around?

Syroda: Negative. The augur scanners. Proximity sensor drones and the observation drones launched from all ships have completed scanning the overall surface. There is none.

Adrastia: Is it inhabited then?

Syroda: Affirmative. It is in fact, inhabited by people. Both the heat signatures, bio-augur readings, as well as the central communication signal waves confirm their existence. At least, five major settlements exist on this planet. With each of these major settlements as center. Multiple minor settlements as well as lightly populated areas exist as well.

Rah'z: And by central communication signal waves, I take it is entirely surface based, and renders them unable to contact anything in orbit level?

Syroda: Affirmative. At least. The first signal wave that the Augur Satellites aboard the 'Gifts of Iron' have identified is entirely surface-based. And. Based on the signal nature and pattern. It is incapable of transmission through the voids. At least. Without the aid of any artificial satellite.

Arkas: What about the second signal?

Syroda: The second signal is much similar to outgoing signals normally used by transmission satellites. However. It is quite different.

Anarchir: Confusion. Detected. Analysis confirmed. Conclusion. It is. Only a one. Way Transmission signal. Am I. Correct.

Syroda: It is as you have deduced. Lord Anarchir.

Anarchir: Sort of. Primitive. To use long. Distance transmission waves in. similar operating parameters as. A Radar unit. Perhaps the machines of this. Planet has received fewer. Blessings from the Omnissiah.

Receiving 'Fewer Blessings from the Omnissiah' was a roundabout way for the Priests of Mars to say that a planet is kind of backdated when it comes to technological progress. However, there was a certain level of progress. They had transmission waves for communication, which clearly meant, there was a presence of advanced civilizations.

Aadilus: However, not so surprising. Many of the Feudal Worlds back then were similar. There is a probability that feudal systems exist here in this planet.

Arkas: A sound logic.

Stein: Is it possible to connect to their transmission system? The continental one, I mean?

Syroda: I'm afraid not. The nature of the signal itself is pretty strange. Although. The encryption safety levels of said signal is quite pathetic. But, the Energy Composition of the signal itself is unique. It is as if. Something is preventing any form of interference down to photonic levels.

That was pretty unexpected. A completely different kind of energy wave, one that has never been encountered before. With such an unknown factor, the commanders needed to be sure.

Servaias: Are there any traces of warp-based energy?

Syroda: Negative. The energy wave patterns are nowhere near the energies of the Immaterium. It is much more refined. Shielded even.

Servaias: Well, there goes any opportunities to try using their signal to communicate. With that, there is only one option left. Direct contact.

Arkas: So it seems.

Rah'z: I have a certain inquiry. But before that, can you show us the details on their moon? Details such as overall size, available and usable surface area, material composition, presence of atmosphere and its constitutions?

Syroda: Understood. My Lord. Uploading Data

Soon, the schematic data of the Half Broken Moon along with all requested data comes into holographic view. When Arkas looked into the data, he & the rest of the senior commanders realized what Chapter Master Rah'z was up to. It was a solid approach, and even the shield captain seemed to have agreed.

Anarchir: Curious. Observation Completed. Analysis Completed. Conclusion. There is actually. An atmosphere in the moon. Although the atmospheric contents. Of the moon itself is held very weakly by. its Gravitational force. Construction of a Joint Command Fortress is within. Doable limits.

Arkas: Can you and your fabricators improve the atmospheric conditions for the General soldiers of the fleet?

Anarchir: Affirmative. This is well. Within doable parameters. Although it will. Take some time.

Rah'z: How long?

Anarchir: Ten Terran Days to. Set up the Atmospheric. Shielding. And establishing Artificial. Gravity. And around Fifty Terran Days to construct a fully operational. Fortress and. Another eight days to fortify the defenses and the spaceport. For the main fleet to dock in and rest for repairs. This can be done at such. Speeds due to the adbundance. Of construction materials. Currently floating in the. Moon's orbit.

Rah'z: Is it possible to spare some of those chunks for building a secondary base on the planet itself?

Servaias: Splitting up the construction materials won't be necessary, Chapter Master Rah'z. Magos Syroda, if you may?

Syroda: Acknowledged. My Lord.

Within seconds, the entire data catalog showing the quantity of materials harvested by the Vanguard Fleet comes into display. After seeing said data, Arkas voiced his opinion.

Arkas: There is enough to cover at least half of an average continent under six feet of stones and minerals. Magos Syroda, Rear Admiral Mirrenn, Brother Servaias, General Stein. Colonels Sanders & Akin. Excellently done. You have done a great service in the name of the Emperor.

All the officers present bows their heads in gratitude. With the amount of materials checked in, it was now time to make the final move. However, amidst of all this, the Shield Captain felt something was off as he observed all the landmasses individually.

Arkas: Lord Captain Aadilus. With this, I believe we can build two bases simultaneously. Combining the technical staff of both our chapters with the Departmento Munitorum and the Forces of the Mechanicus, we can be at operational capacity…Is something wrong?

Aadilus: ….Hmm….the plan is optimal and well suited for establishing contact along with long-term operations. It is just…. Do you see that continental mass over there?

Reclusiarch Servaias immediately understood what the Captain meant. In fact, Aadilus was pointing right at that. The Magos did mention that there were 5 major settlements. Said settlements were already marked on the four largest landmasses. But, there was nothing on the fifth landmass. And when Servaias first looked at it, he got this uneasy feeling.

This landmass, this continent was even colored strange. Instead of the Verdant green, or the Tundra White, or the Brown Mountain Belts visible on it, it was completely Black. Not, the Raven black, or the Obsidian black, but as in like the black you see in black holes. Moreover, if one would look closely, they would feel an unimaginable amount of malice and hatred oozing out of it. It almost felt like facing the deranged denizens of the Warp. But, there was no coherence to it. It was just plain, soulless malice and hatred. That was all. The continent even looked liked a winged dragon, like the ones you read about in Fairy tales.

Servaias: I think I understand where you are coming from. That landmass does feel a little bit…odd.

Aadilus: Agreed. Which is why here is my advice. Whatever the circumstances may be, no ground or Air forces are to be deployed there until that mass is analyzed properly from Orbit. You shall begin the investigations once the constructions are complete. Until then, maintain strict Augur satellite surveillance as well as a small orbital patrol of a Mars-Class and a few escort-classes with Orbital bombardment capabilities.

Adrastia: Understood, My Lord.

Aadilus: And should it be necessary, we may have to completely eradicate that landmass.

Sounds of stern acknowledgement can be heard from the Officers present. It felt that bad.

Arkas: With the matter resolved at that, I recommend we start with the construction works from this moment onwards. As far as establishing contact goes…

Servaias: I believe the Rear Admiral, General, both our Colonels, VanGorich and their troopers here would make for fine diplomats.

The smile on the Reclusiarch's face was genuine as he recommended. But to the ones mentioned, it sounded the complete opposite. In fact, on hearing his opinion, Serena Mirrenn, General Stein and both the Colonels practically sprung their heads towards the Reclusiarch in shell-shocked surprise. Especially the General and Colonel Sanders, their faces clearly screamed, "AW HELL NO!"

Mirrenn: M-m-m-my Lords! A-a-are you certain…about this?

Rah'z: I believe Brother Servaias has a good reason for this. I do hope all of you understand this.

Sanders: B-b-but My Lord! We...I mean…I-I-I-I have never been into Diplomatic missions before!

Poor colonel Sanders, his mind was a complete mess now. Who's doing what Now?! Heck No! He is definitely not a Diplomat. He is and forever will be a front line soldier. And the same kind of thoughts were going in the mind of the remaining two Imperial Guard Commanders.

Stein: B-But with all Due Respect, My Lord. We're a fighting corps, not a diplomatic force -

Aadilus: You need to give yourselves a little bit more credit, General. Out of all the forces, only the men and women of the Militarum, Navy and the Knight houses look the most human. Try to see it from this perspective. Would you rather send Anyone from the Mechanicus? Or for the matter, try imagining First Captains Gorath and Ari'K or sending Arkas and Rah'z here right off the start for Diplomacy. And without a doubt, I do not look at all like what you call 'Public Friendly'.

The Officers couldn't find a good retort for that. The folks of the Martian Priesthood look more alien than an alien. On the other hand, the Captains, Chapter masters of the Astartes and the Custodian Shield captain are completely removed from the overall human genetic designs. Sending them would result in the diplomats on the other side start running for their lives in fear rather than shaking hands and exchange greetings with them. As far as the other regiments, Sisters of Battle and the Ecclesiarchy go, barring the Elysians, the rest are completely out of the equation. They're the worst possible choices for Diplomats. So, at the end of the selection process, the only groups that fit the bill for this job were the Cadians, Harakonis and the Navy Officers. And maybe House Raven. They needed to come to a decision, the senior commanders are placing their hopes on them. And so, after several seconds, they gave a sincere nod of acknowledgement.

Stein: We understand My Lord. It will be done.

Arkas: Well, with that settled, our objectives are set. We begin construction. Establish the field commands on both sides. During construction, you are all to maintain maximum security protocols. The forward base on the planet is our only means of establishing contact and sending reinforcements at this time. I leave the deployment of the troops, vehicles and construction crew to your discretions. Although, for added security, I recommend having a ship enter within atmosphere at a range out of reach of the locals to attack, yet close enough to provide support when needed.

Mirrenn: …In that case, we could put a Cobra-Class Destroyer as heavy Fire support for the regular Air Forces, as well as the ground forces.

Arkas: Excellent. Then, everything has been settled. You have all been assigned to your respective duties. See to it with focus and commitment. The Emperor Protects.

Everyone: (In Unison) The Emperor Protects.

With the meeting finished, the commanders present in holographic images log out. Leaving only the image of the planet and the moon in schematic display. Now, it was time to plan out where to start. The Reclusiarch carefully studied the maps of the continents. The settlements were all marked out on the maps in pinpoint accuracy. After several minutes of observation and analysis. The Chaplain finally spoke:

Servaias: Set the landing point to this position. Magos Syroda, General Stein. Consult with Commissar-Captain Vangorich and prepare to dispatch soldiers and munitorum serfs.

Both individuals responded in the affirmative, as the Chaplain pointed out a location. The landing point was at the southern region of one of the major settlements located at the central and the largest continent. The magos immediately launched advanced scanner probes and modified Augur Satellite bundles for getting a better look. Soon, the display comes in: An abandoned city, with skyscrapers and multiple Hab-Block districts constructed in neat order. It was evident based on the structures and landmarks themselves, that the locals were not so different from the Imperials. Although, it didn't explain why such a large settlement was left unused like this.

Syroda: My Lord. Scanners indicate presence of unknown life forms in large numbers. They seem to be spread throughout the entire city.

Servaias: What kind of life forms?

Syroda: Unknown. However. Analysis suggests these life forms are harmful in nature based on their activities.

Further scan results show that several packs of creatures, each of different sizes and shapes previously unknown to them were rampaging through the city streets. Some of them were wrecking the smaller Habs, while some were destroying the wreckages of abandoned vehicles spread throughout the more well-built roads. Well, now they know why the city was abandoned. And there was only one obvious solution for that before they made planetfall. The Reclusiarch, then began providing instructions.

Servaias: Get a ship with orbital bombardment cannons into position. Set coordinates for firing. Set Bombardment radius up to a full 100 kilometers from the center.

The Rear Admiral immediately issued the order. And within minutes, the Mars-Class cruiser set into motion, and positioned itself above the target in orbital bombardment positions.

Mirrenn: Mars-Class Cruiser 'Red Forge' is in position and ready to fire at your command.

Servaias: Any civilian settlements within bombardment radius?

Syroda: Negative. Augur scans show all clear. Only hostile life forms observed during prior scans.

Now, there was only one thing left to do.

Servaias: Initiate Bombardment.

2040. April 22. 80 A.V, Altas Mean Time

Human Settlement. Designation: Logsport

Territorial premise: 140 Kilometers South of City of Vale. 300 kilometers North-West of Mount Glenn.

Administrative City: City of Vale.

Governing body: Kingdom of Vale.

Continent: Sanus.

Planet: Remnant (Previous Name – Unknown)

Star System: Unknown

Galactic Segmentum: Unknown

(Day 11 since 'Battle-Fleet Halo' entered Realspace. 15 minutes prior to bombardment event)

'Logsport' was a small, yet well-defended town located south of the Capital City of Vale. Located near the Hill Tracks of NightLight, the town was famous for its woodcraft, mineral exports and moderate supply of Livestock. From the watch towers built along the walls in several intersections allowed them to keep watch over the surroundings. They had an average town militia; around 150 men and women strong, the militia was well versed in combat. This was an absolute necessity because of the ever constant attack of Grimm. The damned creatures would attack the walls once every 2 – 3 weeks in considerable numbers. The defenses, are enhanced further by a group of huntsmen. Said group graduated from Beacon Academy for a while ago. Usually, this kind of number is more than enough to handle the incoming Grimm Threats. However, should things go south, they can call for reinforcements from the neighboring hunting towns of 'Nest' and 'Cliffton'.

Yet, at this moment, the residents of this town are going through some uneasy circumstances. Namely, an entire strike force, comprising 50 elite marines and a specialist from Atlas. They arrived to this town about a day ago, and since then, they have been doing constant patrol duties through the streets, around the town borders and surrounding areas up to the small Cathedral town of Marysville. They even brought 10 AK-130 models of Atlesian Knights as additional Combat details. As far as the skies go, an Atlesian Bullhead was making patrol runs at fixed intervals.

Under normal circumstances, the Atlesian Army wasn't even allowed to make this kind of movement outside of the Continent of Solitas. However, this time something happened. And whatever it was, it was enough for the Vale Council to allow access to the Atlesian army to enter the Kingdom's lands like this.

Jeremy Vanelle, the son of one of the town's three largest woodcraft shop owner, Tyrule Vanelle watched as a 10 – man Atlesian Marine squad marched along the borders of the town walls. Jeremy was one of the soldiers of the Town's Militia forces. His father wanted him to inherit the family business, but the man himself had no interest in that. He wanted to be a Huntsmen. And he tried to apply to some of the well known public combat schools nearby to the City. However, with his spindly frame shorter than 5 feet 9 inches, coupled with his inability to unlock his Aura and Semblance didn't allow him to be one. But he didn't give in. He eventually managed to become a NCO of the Militia, and even started to take combat lessons from one of the resident huntsmen, Ethan Silvers.

Tonight, he and his team, codenamed: JJJK was assigned to watch tower 4 of the city walls. The tower was located pretty close to the Town's entrance gates. From there, one can easily keep an eye on the road, the expanses of the town, and outside of the town, lies what used to be the City of Glenn. Now, completely abandoned thanks to the Grimm infestation there. The only way to see what was happening there is with a set of binoculars. Right now, Jeremy didn't have any, so all he could do was keep a lookout within the limits of his regular vision.

His Team Mates were equally strange individuals. Jarrett Green; possibly the sickliest human being in existence. If one paid a little bit of attention, they could even count his ribcages from a good distance. That was just how skinny he was. And it will be also one of remnant's greatest mysteries being how he was able to carry around & use a heavy caliber rifle.

Next was John Tyme. He was a well-built guy for his age: a sharp, six feet height, well built torso, box shaped head full of Ginger Red Hair. A freckled face. Overall - Decent, if it wasn't for the fact that he was the most religiously superstitious human being in the entire town. Ever since the Atlesians came in, he kept on babbling about how this was a bad omen, and that the Brother Gods will declare Judgement soon. Eh, who even buys that crap?

Finally the lone girl in his team: Karrie Lockheart. She was their neighbor, and the daughter of the owner of the town's only blacksmith workshop: "Silver with a little love". She was pretty cute: A small, slender frame of 5 feet 3 inches tall, snow white skin, silver hair. And amplifying those cute factors of hers were: her amber eyes, a pair of Fox ears and a silver Foxtail. Yes, she was a Fox Faunus. And, her faunus heritage gave her several superhuman abilities: enhanced smelling, hearing as well as higher than average margin in physical feats. Last but not least, Jeremy has a secret crush on her.

Right now, Jeremy and his team were keeping an eye out for possible Grimm attacks heading for them, while occasionally taking a glance at the Atlesian Marines patrolling the town along with the Militia.

Jarrett: …Seeee anything?

Jeremy: Nope. Just Plain grass in front, the forests behind it, and the Mountains of Mount Glenn. You?

Jarrett: Nothing.

The group keeps a watch. After several minutes of boring silence, Jarrett decided to ask:

Jarrett: Hey man. So….what d'ya think?

Jeremy: Think about what exactly?

Jarrett: Don't play dumb with me! You know…the Atlas Guys. This is the first time I've ever seen soldiers from Atlas. I only heard they carry all kinds of cool shit. Now I get to see them…

Jeremy: Yeah, Yeah. I bet yer happy that they're like what you thought'em to be.

Jarrett: Wouldn't you? Look at all the cool stuff they're carryin'. The uniforms, the armors, the robots, the guns. I've never seen fancy stuff like that.

Jeremy: Atlas guys are supposed to look like that. If ya ask me, I say they ain't the kind of guy I wanna be.

Jarrett: Why not? I mean their commander was quite the hottie. With her uniforms, and those Killer looks, who don't admire-

"Dude, just start with that first" was what Jeremy wanted to say. And frankly, he couldn't blame the guy. The commander lady was pretty hot looking. She wore a white long-sleeved coat with a single dark blue clasp around the center waist holding it shut alongside a red-jeweled brooch on the collar. he coat's length runs down to her ankles and the sleeves are split from shoulder to elbow. She also wore a white pleated sleeveless blouse with a dark blue waistcoat, a pair of white trousers with dark blue garters alongside a pair of gray thigh boots with black detailing around the knees. Finally, a pair of black forearm length gloves with gray trimmed cuffs. Couple all that with her figure, her face, eye color and her hairstyle, any able-bodied male would fall for her.

Jeremy: If it was that commander that you wanted to talk about, you could've just started with that. No need to beat around the bush.

Jarrett: Yeah B-but…

Jeremy: I get it man, I get it. She's your type. Tall, white, pretty eyes. The whole prima-donna package.

Tyme: I don't know about these guys. This many soldiers haulin' all the way from Atlas? Something's spooky. They don't even tell anyone properly. Don't it look weird to you guys?

Jeremy: Like?

Tyme: It's been over eighty years since the war happened. And all our families back then knows about it how things are supposed to be. No armies shall ever enter the borders of the other kingdoms. Then all of a sudden, yesterday some drunk, scruffy guy wearing a torn cape and a white shirt shows up with that Commander, and an entire army in tow. And the only thing they tell the mayor is that this is some kind of practice drill. You really buy that shit?

Jeremy tries to retort, but it got him thinking. The Armies of Atlas is truly a force to be reckoned with. But, the Vale Militia and its huntsmen and huntress cadres are no pushovers. Moreover, Vale has a better output in quality for Huntsmen than the other Kingdoms. As a matter of fact, Vale was the most advanced kingdom in all of Remnant prior to the rise of Atlas. So, how and why the Armies of Solitas decided to enter the Kingdom's borders? The Vytal Festival was at least another 5 months away, so there's no need for the excessive security.

Jeremy: Yeah…I guess…you have a point. It's just…I can't put my finger on it. And I stopped wastin' my brain on it.

Tyme: I'm telling you. War times are comin'. Something big is gonna happen and the Kingdoms will start gettin' on each other's throats again. And this time, the Gods are gonna judge us…

And there he goes again. With his wacked up prophecies and conspiracy theories. Jeremy wanted to just take the words in through one ear and throw it out with the other. But then, he noticed that Karrie was on serious alert. She was sort of shaking, almost as if something felt wrong. Due to her being a Fox Faunus, she could sense trouble a lot faster and a lot further from anyone else around here.

In fact, she was so much on alert, she practically jumped in panic, when Jeremy tried calling out to her.

Jeremy: Hey… Karrie. Something wrong?

Karrie: Wah! Uh… Um…N-no, nothing. Just felt like somethin's off.

Karrie's words are a lot more trustable because of her capabilities. He decided to get a little serious about it.

Jeremy: Hey, It's ok. If there's anything wrong, you can tell us. A'right.

Karrie: C-Can't put my finger on it. I can only tell something big's gon' hit us. And it'll hit us hard. The Air…it feels so…wrong-

Karrie's words then get caught in her throat. Jeremy was going to ask more about it. But, he couldn't. And, neither could the rest of his teammates.

It wasn't just Jeremy and his team. Every single Guard team in the watch towers, every personnel near or on the walls of the town, the people living in the second and third floors of their houses. The members of the Militia, the Atlesian soldiers, the Bullhead crew that just returned to their rendezvous point after refuel – they all saw IT.

Specialist Winter Schnee couldn't believe what she was seeing. Just, 11 days ago, she was debriefed on this matter. She took every possibilities into factor. Even this one. But that didn't stop her from getting shocked & mesmerized by the sight she witnessed right now. And she wasn't the only one. The horribly dressed and an utter drunkard of her companion, Qrow Branwen who guided her and her troops all the way here in this remote town at the behest of Ozpin, was looking right at IT.

Qrow Branwen was arguably one of the absolute best huntsmen that Beacon, No, all of Vale had to offer. Although, he didn't look quite as one, he looked much closer to a bandit member: graying black, spiky hair, faded red eyes, and a slight stubble along his jawline. He wore a red, tattered cloak, a gray dress shirt with a long tail, black dress pants and black dress shoes. Due to his semblance, he had this horrible penchant of wearing jewelry that brought good luck. Proof: a ring on his right index finger, two other rings on his right ring finger and a necklace with a crooked cross-shaped pendant. But, seeing the sight right now, his only thought was: No amount of Good Luck is going to help them against THAT.

THAT or IT in question, was a blue, thin yet clearly visible pillar of light falling down at the place, that was supposed to be the Now Abandoned City of Glenn. For a few seconds, the pillar of light just kept still there. It was after the few seconds, bright lights with a golden hue began to fall all around it, almost like an Aurora. It was at this point, Karrie's face contorted into one of pure, undiluted fear and terror because she could sense in a way what was going to come next.

And then, the Heavens fell upon the soils of Remnant With Unforgiving Vengeance.

2056. April 22. 80 A.V, Altas Mean Time

Abandoned Settlement. Designation: City Glenn

Territorial premise: Mountain Glenn

Governing body: Kingdom of Vale.

Continent: Sanus.

Planet: Remnant (Previous Name – Unknown)

Star System: Unknown

Galactic Segmentum: Unknown

It was beast born out of Darkness. And a full century of living upon the cursed lands of Humanity has turned it into the ultimate apex predator of its kind. It was already twice the size of all the other Beowolves in his pack. It was more muscular than them. It was better armored than them. And one hundred years of living, hunting and killing often does wonders for a 'Beowolf Alpha'. Its pack was now over two hundred strong, with many of its members already reaching the threshold on becoming closer to an Alpha, although none will ever reach it. It was gathering its pack members in the middle of an abandoned city square. Humans long ago tried settling here, but they slaughtered them all. It vividly remembered the times when it lunged at the humans desperately trying to escape, only for it to tear them into pieces. Oh, how satisfying it was: tearing the arm of the humans, then tear their legs off. Leave the now incapacitated humans to squirm and scream in agony and fear as they helplessly tried to save themselves. Only for it to utterly destroy their hopes, as it called for the rest of its pack members. Oh, how it relished in the smells of fear, agony and death. How it relished as the other beowolves bit off chunks of human flesh, spilled out their organs and red blood all over the place, splattering their still alive carcasses all around. Oh, the Ecstasy.

It gathered its pack. For tonight, it was their night. A new bounty is to be hunted. They must sate their lust for carnage and desire to spread fear amongst the humans. And it knew a perfect little town not so far from here. While it was defended, it was not enough to stop them. They will lurk into the shadows, they will burst out of it, descend upon the unsuspecting humans there, rip them limb from limb. Make an example for the other humans to see. Make them cower in fear, and with fear, more of its numbers will join in. And from there, they will strike at humanity like and unstoppable tidal wave. The pack now gathers, and the Alpha, now satisfied with their numbers move towards the human settlement.

Or, it would have, if a strange, blue pillar of light didn't fall right in the middle of the group.

For the rest of its pack, and for itself, it was a strange sight. And why wouldn't it be? A strange beam of light just decides to fall right in front of your face, and you're supposed to act like nothing happened? Nope. Not happening. Many of the younger ones in the pack attempt to get closer to inspect it. They didn't even get the chance however, as bright golden light began to fill the area around it, as well as around them. They got so mesmerized by the light, that they fail to understand why some of their pack mates were starting to float in the air. They fail to notice the 90 feet long & 50 feet wide Stygies-Pattern Adamantium-Cored Kinetic Shell following that blue pillar of light. The shell slammed right on top of the pack with the force of a meteor fired from a railgun. The Alpha didn't even get the time or the chance to feel the pain. The pain of getting vaporized to a sub-atomic level, the pain of its corrupt black blood boiling away in a matter of nanoseconds, the pain of all its organs splattered and bones smashed into trillions of shards, only for those to vaporize as well. The only things it managed to get a glimpse of right before its consciousness faded away in black was the rest of its pack members getting vaporized like itself, and more of those pillars to show up from the sky.

The creature was fleeing towards the forests. It was flying for its life. Never before in its life since the time it took its first breath, it felt this emotion. This emotion was the thing that drew it towards the human settlements. Triggered its and the rest of its flock's lust for carnage. It has hunted many humans in the past. The fools, confident in their abilities thought it to be as easy to hunt down as a measly beowolf. And like many others before them, they experienced the same fate: Being torn apart, getting flung high into the air above the forests to be toyed around. For it was a Griffon. And after the Nevermores and Wyverns, they reigned supreme over the skies.

Yet now, it was experiencing that same emotion that it created within its prey: Fear. The most primal kind of fear, that being the fear of death. It saw the explosion that rocked their now new home in this abandoned human settlement. It saw, as over two hundred Beowolves and their leader Alpha getting vaporized in flames, all that was left afterwards was an enormous crater.

It did notice more of those blue pillars of light falling down all over the place. It remembered. Many different kinds of Grimm roamed the streets, lived within the buildings. More packs of Beowolves, each as large as the one that just got Vaporized. Several small groups of Beringels, led by a viciously powerful Alpha. A small herd of Goliaths, and many broods of its own kin. And before it could even react, another massive object fell along one of those pillars. The results were the same: A massive explosion, accompanied by an equally massive shockwave that flung it away to a considerable distance. Afterwards, all that remained was a crater, same as before.

It realized, those pillars of light are heralds of absolute annihilation. Terror and fear crept into its core, and compelled by the desire to live, it immediately took off. It kept flying towards the safety of the forests, as more of its kind joined it in its escape. For a moment it turns its head backwards to see what was happening. And, all that greeted its vision was absolute destruction. Explosions and craters being made left and right, Grimm getting blown apart by the shockwaves or outright vaporized on impact.

Too bad for the Griffon, that one moment of lapse would become its last mistake, as it failed to notice a blue pillar of light beaming down right in front of its general direction. By the time it noticed it went right into that pillar, it was already too late. It didn't even get the time to react as the enormous Kinetic Shell slammed right on top of it. It didn't even have the chance to feel its spine, its bones, its muscles and organs instantly getting vaporized on impact. The only thing a part of its now splintered piece of eye socket managed to see before disintegrating was a gigantic explosion engulfing the part of the forest he was flying into, along with the bodies of its kin that were trying to escape alongside it.

It was trying to flee from the flames that engulfed the city and the forests around it. With each thunderous BOOM and the subsequent seismic quake that accompanied it only managed to get the King Taijitu even more terrified. It was one of the 20 Alpha-Class King Taijitus on the entire continent of Sanus. The only creatures in existence that could probably put up a fight against it were probably the Goliaths, the Megoliaths and 'that one'. That one being a monstrous sized Deathstalker Alpha dubbed 'King of Forest Glenn'. But right now, the so-called king, along with all kinds of Grimm were now fleeing from the abandoned human city in pure terror. All of them saw how thousands of their kin got utterly annihilated by those giant metal shells wreathing in fire falling from the skies. Since, the King Taijitu was a reptilian Grimm, it could maneuver through tough spots easily. But right now, even that ability that it was proud of, was rendered utterly useless against what they were facing. A blue pillar of light fell in front of it. Realizing what was coming next, it immediately slithered away, in an attempt to escape imminent death. It was only a half-successful attempt; because while it did dodge the Kinetic shell hitting the ground, it failed to escape the fires from the massive explosion that came afterwards. It was damaged horribly, and its mobility got drastically weakened with the death of its black half. And then, another pillar of light fell right on top of the white half. It no longer had the capability to maneuver and dodge this one, as the next kinetic shell directly slammed on top of its half-dead body and vaporized it from existence itself.

2110. April 22. 80 A.V, Altas Mean Time

Human Settlement. Designation: Logsport

Territorial premise: 140 Kilometers South of City of Vale. 300 kilometers North-West of Mount Glenn.

Administrative City: City of Vale.

Governing body: Kingdom of Vale.

Continent: Sanus.

Planet: Remnant (Previous Name – Unknown)

Star System: Unknown

Galactic Segmentum: Unknown

Qrow Branwen looked like he was about to bowl in complete fear. The only information he got from Jimmy was that there was going to be some sort of large scale attack. What that tin-can forgot to mention was, that something in the sky was going to start dropping bombs all over Mountain Glenn and completely glass the whole city. And judging from those MASSIVE back to back explosions, coupled with the tremors and shockwaves flying right at the town, whoever was doing this brought along some of the biggest guns in all of existence itself. Thank the brothers and that crazy 'Ice Queen', it was because of her shield Glyphs and those light dust wall things, the whole town was spared from most of the major bumps from the shockwaves. Otherwise, the damages would have been beyond catastrophic.

But right now, a different kind of emotion was creeping inside of the scruffy Huntsman. He was pissed. Yeah, Jimmy has enough secrets to keep them locked in. But things as of now has gone waaay past that. It was only a matter of time before the whole damn thing goes viral. Out of pure anger, he shouts.

Qrow: HEY! ICE QUEEN! WHAT PART YOU ATLAS SPOOKS DIDN'T TELL ME?

In response, Winter simply ignored the scruffy huntsman, focusing on putting more power into her semblance. Her semblance: Glyphs, was a versatile ability. It granted the user the capability to perform a variety of things, ranging from enhancing oneself to creating artificial constructs. And she was a master of her craft as far as using glyphs went. Right now, her skills were being tested like never before: to think simple shockwaves heading for the town from the explosions as far as over 150 kilometers away had this kind of absurd power behind it. Even after getting slowed down by the mountain belts that surrounded Glenn. She shuddered to imagine what would have happened to the town if she didn't generate such a massive shield wall. And, the bullhead not bringing in all that Hard-Light Dust frames for extra shielding. During the last 24 hours of patrol duties, her strike force methodically placed these durable frames across several neighboring towns: Marysville, Carterstown, Nest, Cliffton. Along with logsport, these towns formed a crescent shaped barrier against any kind of adversities ranging from Bandit Raids to Grimm incursions.

And now, the barrier has to withstand its ultimate test of endurance, as more and more of those pillars keep beaming down on Mount Glenn, and more of those massive objects slamming down causing those explosions and shockwaves. If that fleet keeps on going like this, chances are the towns themselves will become the next target. Luckily, all the civilians of the towns have been evacuated to the bunkers built in the central square. For now, she hoped that it wll be enough. However, the whole plan of getting to safety in a bunker will become null and mute if one of those bombs end up hitting this place directly. No amount of Hard-Light Dust or Glyph is going to save them.

Luckily enough, she managed to breathe out a sigh of relief as the pillars started to disappear slowly. As soon as the bombing ended, she immediately issued an order to the strike force present to tend to the civilians, run diagnostics, and gather an overall report on damages and casualties. While, chances of casualties are very low, damage reports are going to flood in.

And one certain individual is completely irate about everything that transpired in such a short time.

Qrow: WHAT IN THE FUCKIN' HELL WAS THAT?! What else you people were hiding?!

Winter: The information is completely classified. Don't waste your brain-cells on it, Branwen. Your mission is to simply help the strike force as a guide and local hand.

Qrow: CLASSIFIED MY NUTS! THAT's supposed to be classified?! Any dumb hick can tell this ain't from Atlas! For the last time, what didn't you guys tell me? Oz and Jimmy asked me to help you guys out over here, but if I don't know what I'm dealing with, I can't do Shit.

Winter practically flinched at all the cusswords Qrow spewed out of his mouth. But, her options were limited. The matter on the Alien Fleet was considered to be kept at 'Top Secret' levels. Remnant was clearly not ready to face the fact that they're not alone in space. Proof: The Atlesian and Valean Councilmen shouting and cussing at General Ironwood when he told them about this. Some of the members even went as far as accusing the General to be overdosed with nerve relaxant narcotics and drugs. Winter vividly remembered the furious scowl on Augustus' face when it happened.

If the ruling authorities reacted to the news like that, how would the public react to it? There was a reason why General Ironwood initiated the 'Public safety Protocol' instead of revealing the original information.

And things were about to get worse. A LOT Worse. An Atlesian marine was running straight towards the two. It seemed he had some kind of important info to give.

Marine#1: Ma'am, we have unknowns on Radar.

Winter immediately sprung to action at this.

Winter: How Many? Where? And what direction are they headed?

Marine#1: At least a hundred. All of them are heading towards Mount Glenn. And…

Winter: And…?

Marine#1: They….they're all coming down from the sky. They breached the atmosphere directly.

There was no doubt about it. Augustus was on point. This was their landing party. With this, she no longer had the time to wait and explain Qrow Branwen all the details. She needed to make a call. And as soon as she made up her mind, she saw IT. As did over 4 thousand human beings within Logsport and its neighboring towns. A shower of hundreds of meteors falling from the sky. But, unlike the ones that completely devastated Mountain Glenn, these ones fell like real meteorites.

At least, until the moment they reached a little more than halfway to the ground. Then all the meteorites simultaneously changed course in absolute picture-perfect unison, and headed towards the now region that housed the once-abandoned city of Glenn. For a moment, Qrow thought that now he was hearing things. Because, otherwise, how does a falling meteor sound like the engines of an Atlesian Manta, only a hundred times louder? As for the specialist, she needed to break out of her stupor, and make the call. Which she managed to do so in a few seconds.

Winter: Patch me to General Ironwood.

Within the next 24 hours, News channels, Remnant Tube (Remnant's very own Youtube), video sites, online discussion portals all over the world began to talk about only one thing: Judgement Day. Partially because the Atlesian Strike force stationed at the borders of Mount Glenn were not enough to restrict that many eyes, words about the bombing event was going to get out, one way or the other.

The first video footages went viral within moments. Every resident within the four kingdoms, every person that had at least a Television set or a Scroll saw the videos. Some titled like: 'Judgement Day' or 'Mankind's reckoning'. Then there were the ridiculous ones like: 'Aliens on Remnant', 'Remantoids are REAL!' Or 'Proof that Remna-Formars exist'. Whatever the titles may be, all of them were the same: Blue pillars of light shining down on Mount Glenn, then huge chunks of SOMETHING falling down from the skies and exploding with tremendous force. Many of the videos got violently shaky whenever something exploded during those 10 – 12 minute clips. But the main gist was clear – someone or something was bombing the monument / abandoned town of Mountain Glenn.

These footages earned millions of views, but later on got eclipsed by the next videos that went viral: Meteor showers. All the rocks falling towards the now-glassed city of Mount Glenn. All of those videos got the same titles as the first ones, with slight altercations on being part – two. Every major news channel on the four kingdoms repeatedly broadcasted these video footages, held talk shows and discussions. Right now, Mount Glenn was the center of the world's attention. Everyone wanted to know what will happen next.

1410. April 26. 80 A.V, Altas Mean Time

Atlas Command Center, Top floor

Location premise: Atlas Academy

City of Atlas, Kingdom of Atlas

Continent: Solitas

Planet: Remnant (Previous Name – Unknown)

Star System: Unknown

Galactic Segmentum: Unknown

(89 hours since the Bombardment events and vanguard elements of 'Battle-Fleet Halo' making planetfall)

The minds of General Ironwood and all the specialists were a complete mess. It has been over 3 days since the alien fleet arrived at the orbits of Remnant. And, turns out, Augustus' theory panned out the most. They did send a landing party. The one thing that caught them off-guard was them bombing a full area of around 100 kilometers in radius and wipe of Mount Glenn from creation itself, without a single warning no less. Even as they stood around the holographic display table, the live video footages of the event on that day, followed by the meteor shower played on. Here, one should mention that, since that first shower, Vale has been experiencing these 'Meteor Showers' on a regular basis.

Specialist Winter at the moment looked completely haggard: Huge, Dark circles now decorate the bottom part of her eyes, her complexion looked kind of dried up, and overall, she was completely exhausted. The damage reports that came in were enough to fill a library wasn't too far off. Lots of Smaller Buildings, and one storied houses of the towns closest to the blast zone got partially flung out of their base pillars. Lots of people were injured, not to mention everyone were scared right now. In between approval for reimbursing the damage costs, providing medical aids and censoring the general public there from spilling the beans, she didn't get to sleep at all. Even after all that hard work, the news somehow leaked out.

Ironwood: Specialist Cordovin, what is the current status?

Cordovin: Tensions are rising within the common populace, already more than twelve riots broke out in Mantle within the last 48 hours. Specialist Ebi and the troops under his command worked alongside the Mantle Central Police Department and brought the situation under control.

Clover: Right now, we have deployed 40 men strong strike forces within each district of all the cities and settlements. As for additional forces, I took the liberty to add two full platoons of AK-130's and a full wing of bullhead patrols to keep the common populaces from causing unnecessary troubles.

Ironwood nodded at the initiatives taken by Specialist Clover Ebi. For someone who is pretty easy-going, too dependent on his semblance 'Fortune', he was a commander capable of making tough decisions.

Ironwood: That will do for now. Now for the matter at hand. Although, we all have seen the direct video footages captured by your men, I would like to hear more from you. You were there, in person, so what happened, and how did it happen?

In spite of her fatigue, Winter had enough common-sense to maintain a dignified posture. And on cue, she began describing

Winter: At 2056 hours, April 22. 80 A.V, Altas Mean Time, the fleet began bombing the now-abandoned city of Mountain Glenn. I was on patrol duty with platoons 3 and 4 along the South-East district of 'Logsport', when we first noticed the pillar of light falling from the skies.

Augustus: Did you get to see the ships?

Winter: Not at all. Based on the speed and the force of each of those projectiles, it was clear that they were firing from outside of orbit.

Now everyone's expressions become grim. Doctor Pietro already established that they didn't need to enter orbit. Even so, it was hard to comprehend the situation.

Winter: The overall bombardment sequence continued for an overall time period of fifteen minutes. Needless to say, our 'blatantly drunk' guide did not take the whole event kindly. Hunter Branwen even went as much as expressing the desire to have a word with you, sir.

Ironwood remained neutral, as usual. He couldn't blame Qrow for being mad at him. Even he couldn't foresee the event that their otherworldly visitors would begin glassing an entire section of landmass instead of sending a landing party to talk. And, speaking of landing parties;

Ironwood: How many of the meteors you saw 'flying towards' Mount Glenn?

Winter: Estimated count on Radar confirmed at least one hundred. All flew towards the bombarded location in perfect unison.

That was a landing party all right. As if meteors are going to change directions midway inside the atmosphere. In perfect sync no less.

Ironwood: What did you think about them during the whole event?

Winter: With all due respect, General. I was trying to keep myself, my subordinates and the town itself from getting hit by the shockwaves. The whole ordeal was to say, was too taxing on our minds then to think straight.

Iron: Understandable.

Elm: This is just crazy. It's at least over three hundred kilometers between Mount Glenn and your place. And for the waves to hit you with that kind of force…

Winter: I assure you, Specialist Ederne, it was a lot more than I could handle. One of the surveillance trooper teams tried to take a look at what was falling from those pillars. And…

Everyone was now paying keen attention to every details.

Winter: Well…they were firing what was essentially a bullet shaped object. A blunt bullet. The shapes of the objects are similar to the low-velocity rounds fired from revolvers…

Harriet: For an alien fleet, that wasn't pretty original. All they did was fire revolver rounds-

Winter: Bombs the size of buildings. Each projectile was around Thirty meters. And estimated blast radius from each impact was around 5 – 6 kilometers. And shock waves had an overall force of over two hundred million Newton per Square meters or around twenty thousand pounds per square inches based on the readings from the interface units on the Hard-Light walls. And, that was AFTER the waves were weakened from traversing, and the mountains surrounding the region.

The whole room went silent at this. Brothers have mercy, that was from only ONE bomb? And, they kept firing bombs like those over a full 100 kilometer radius for 15 minutes straight? Ironwood shuddered to imagine what would have happened if they fired one of those on any populated settlement. There won't even be atoms left of the victims to recognize.

The alien visitors effectively 'Glassed' all of Mountain Glenn, and any and all things living there. How the hell the Atlesian army was going to explain this to the other Councils? The general still remembers his meeting with Council members Igor and Rhondstein.

(Igor: An Alien Fleet?! Do you seriously believe anyone would believe in your complete and utter nonsense?!

Ironwood: I assure you it is real. I even have data records-

Igor: You do seem to enjoy your liquors a bit too much. Perhaps I should make a new petition to the council about remunerating the national military budget so that you can produce better results than some make-believe excuse.

Rhondstein: I agree, Councilor Sleet. Maybe, your dual positions as general and headmaster of the academy has clouded your senses of realism and fantasies. Perhaps, getting someone more competent should be more suitable…ha ha.)

Boy, they were bawling like children, demanding an explanation from him once those videos went viral. Ironwood simply responded to them with a roundabout "I told you so." And the number of calls he had to attend to address the councils of the other kingdoms were beyond belief. The council of Vale especially, they practically rambled on how he only said that a large scale attack was on the way, but didn't inform them anything about their territory getting bombed like that. Thankfully, Ozpin was there to keep things under control. Same thing went on with Vacuo and Mistral. Both Kingdoms demanded information while at the same time pleaded for military aid in case they become the next victims of the bombing events. And it required both Theodore and Lionheart to calm them down. But, things can be suppressed like this for so long.

Augustus: On the bright side, they fired on an abandoned territory. They probably mapped out populated locations and chose the isolated ones while coming here.

Within the last two weeks, everything that Augustus pointed out happened just as he theorized. Minus the bombs of course. Even the landing party theory was on spot. Then, it was possible that they really were looking for uninhabited regions.

Ironwood: Is there a slight chance that they may be building a base of operations?

Augustus: The possibility is pretty high. So far, everything they have done ever since their arrival points towards that direction. You don't just choose to glass an entire section of landmass just for gags. Those kind of things are reserved for movie scenes.

Clover: Then, should we send only a small group of representatives from our side along with a group from Beacon Academy?

Ironwood: That is probably the most logical course of action. So far, Ozpin has believed everything I have said to him. Perhaps, we have to depend on his judgement calls. Specialist Schnee, I would like you to accompany me on my Tour to Vale. You were among the first physical witnesses of everything that has happened so far. Your recalling of the events will be of great help. You as well, specialist White.

Winter: I'll be honored, sir.

Augustus: So will I, sir. Shall we bring a few regiments with us?

Ironwood: Not necessary. Just taking a few fire-teams will be sufficient.

Augustus: Understood.

Ironwood: While at it, you will probably have an opportunity to check on your sister, Specialist Schnee.

Although Winter did not show any of it, she had mixed emotions about that statement. Lots of it. It has been well over 2 weeks since her little sister, Weiss ran away from home. To join Beacon Academy no less. While she understood the reason behind her actions, that was no excuse to just leave their already unstable mother like that. Since Weiss was just a child, the only people that listened to her at least were the family butlers. Their mother, Willow constantly dowsed herself senseless in Alcohol. While, their Father, Jacques practically ignored everything about parental care, and only concerned himself about the family business. Someone had to be her parent, and Winter was that someone. She tried her very best to raise Weiss to be a good person. And, as Weiss' older sister and her only 'real' parent, she had both her worries and expectations.

Ironwood: Specialist Cordovin, Specialist Ebi, I'm leaving both of you in charge of the entire military operations in Atlas. You are to maintain the security protocols you have been issuing for these few days.

Cordovin & Clover: (In unison) Understood, Sir.

Ironwood: Now, all that is left is to pacify some of the more 'idiotic' members of our nation's proud council.

Due to incompetent people like Igor and Rhondstein, Ironwood had somewhat of a low opinion on the current council. With the only competent members besides himself being Sleet and Camilla. Once, he's done feeding them the lines they want to hear, off to Beacon Academy it is. It has been a long time since he had gone on trips like these. The trip will be full of events and moments for these three people, that is for sure.

012.11.033. M42. 15:00 hours. Imperial Calendar (Terran Equatorial Mean-Time)

1500. May 23rd. 80 A.V, Altas Mean Time

Imperial Forward Base

Designation: Fort Nihilius

Territory: Unnamed

Planet: Unknown

Galactic Region: Unknown.

Segmentum: Unidentified.

(31 days since the bombardment event and Planetfall)

If a lone hunting party started exploring through the relatively intact parts of the Forests surrounding Mount Glenn, they would soon discover an incredible & equally terrifying sight. After a few dozen kilometers of travel, one can notice the signs of deforestation – trees cut down, drag marks along with tire prints and track marks from heavy vehicles were decorating everywhere. And, after a small hike for another dozen kilometers or so, the scene that will greet them looked like the horrible nightmare stories about the great war. Not a single thing that resembled the former owners of this place remained. Not even their ashes. Craters created by heavy artillery and Aerial bombing littered every place that one's eyes could see for at least 20 kilometers. And then, there were those – Barricades as big as two storied buildings were placed in perfectly gapped positions all over the next 10 kilometers. With layers of razor-bladed barbwires decorating them and filling the gaps.

People may think, if they could just get rid of the barbwires, getting past will be easy. Boy, they'll be in for one hell of a surprise, and their last one while at it. The ground behind all those barbwires & barricades were honeycombed with Landmines, explosive charges, Claymore wire-packs, TNT bundles and whatnot. You won't even find an atom left to scrape off the ground if anything so much as crosses the last barricade. And that, is if you're bold to assume that anything will survive the Artillery shells first.

Somehow, by some miracle, if a person makes it past all that, the next thing that will greet them are strange structures popping out from underground, with only a visible slit big enough to put a person's hand in. Almost like, half-buried Igloos. If you think you're safe, think again. Because this time, there is no escape. Because those structures are in fact, bunkers full of soldiers of various colors. All stationed with heavy weapons to mow down swarms of targets and armor. And defenses for each bunker is further bolstered with a set of four Automated Heavy Weapons turrets and motion sensors. And as if heavily fortified bunkers weren't enough, multiple batteries of Basilisk Cannons and Manticore Missile Launchers were entrenched into at least a few dozen pockets.

Such impregnable defense structures connected by a perfectly covered mess of trenches, and are laid out across a semi-circle formation in front of massive 200-meter tall walls surrounding an area of over 50-kilometer radius within it. With the walls themselves are at least several dozen meters thick, the only thing that can break through that kind of defense are either super-weapons, titan-grade weapons, Centurio Ordinatus weapons, or anything comparable to starship-grade weaponry. As for the trenches themselves, they all lead right inside the walls. The only way for someone to enter the walls was through the massive adamantium gates decorating the front, and the linear clearing in front of it that designated the only land route to enter the walls.

As for the sights within, it was one that would create a sense of bewildered awe and wonder. The insides were packed to the brim with Infantry command bunkers, Tactica Control Bunkers, Radio Beacon Towers, Hab Districts for Civilian staff, Massive Airstrips for Aerial Vehicles to land, refuel, resupply and deploy. Followed by massive clearings holding the Mechanized Command and the Mars Command Domes, and literally thousands of armored Vehicles ranging from the farming vehicle 'Land Crawlers' and the fast reconnaissance 'Tauros' & 'Sentinels' to the nigh unstoppable 'Baneswords' and the extremely rare 'Stormhammers'. And even within the walls, one could easily see batteries of Artillery and 'Hydra' Anti-Aircraft Guns nestled in Trench style bunkers. Not so far from the Mars command domes, one could even see the giant Hangars and Maintenance Bays for the gigantic walkers of Knight House Raven and Legio Metallica to refuel, repair & resupply.

Well-constructed roads spread throughout the whole place in an intricate design, with armored light vehicles like Chimeras, Hellhounds and Sentinel Walkers to Leman Russ Battle Tanks patrolling them, with an occasional super-tank every now and then. And, with these tanks, entire companies of soldiers were marching throughout the place. Some of the companies could also be seen doing training like: target practices, drills, regimental exercises and more near the infantry command bunkers. With, civilian staff moving from one zone to the other in droves.

And at the center of all this, lies the enormous Field Command of the Joint forces. It was a massive super-structure covering an area with a 5 kilometer radius. Equipped with all sorts of defensive mount zones, communication arrays, Satellite transmission units, this is the place that issued orders and instructions for all the troops and civilian serfs present.

However, as impressive as it looked, it was far from complete. Proof: the still unfinished walls near the south and southeastern regions. It was here at the moment, where the forces present were getting to see some action every now and then. Rows of Leman Russ Vanquishers and conquerors & exterminator battle tanks along with their parent models were barreling towards the open spaces. This armored column was further reinforced by 6 Baneblade super-tanks, 3 Knights-Errant led by a heavily armed Knight-Warden of House Raven, and a Warhound-Class titan armed with a Vulcan Mega Bolter on the left and a massive Plasma Blastgun on the right. With a one and a half infantry regiment supporting through the flanks, they were making progress on expansion and consolidation of territory.

As an added measure for security, hovering just above the clouds, a Cobra-Class destroyer watched over the fortress and provided immediate Aerial support such as deployment of fighters, sending more construction materials collected during their trip here, and if necessary – Fire support.

As the Imperial Strike force pushed forward, platoons of Centaurs, Bruennhildes and Siegfrieds along with Atlas and Modified Trojans followed and immediately gorged out their cargo: Construction materials and crew. All supplied from the Adeptus Mechanicus and the Adeptus Munitorum. The construction and engineering staff then immediately began digging trenches and layout spots for roads, bunkers and buildings.

It was literally like the industrial ages of Remnant, only magnified by a thousand times. And, all the imperials in active duty here were in a happy mood to say the least: After literally months of staying cooped up inside the ships, they finally get to set foot on a planet. A verdant one no less. And as an added bonus, they're even getting to have proper combat action. Even if it was against the local wildlife.

Darius: AW COME ON! FOR THRONE'S SAKE, WE FINALLY GET TO BREATHE IN FRESH AIR ON A CLEAN PLANET AFTER ALL THESE MONTHS AND ALL WE GET IS HAULIN' DUTY?!

Well…almost everyone.

Vittor: Tell me about it! I was getting space sick after all that time stuck in the bellies of our ships. And just when we thought we could crack open some xeno skulls…

Terryl: Calm down, son. We got work to do. Thank the Emperor, we're gettin' some action right after landing. We still need to finish building the Fort here. The boys from the Mechanicus and the Departmento Munitorum could use plenty of good hands right now.

Sergeant Clayton Terryl, the leader of the 45 men & women strong 'Squad Terryl'. A fairly massive individual like Vittor. To the rest of his squad members however, he is the closest thing they have for a big-brother figure. Right Now, Squad Terryl, alongside the other squads of Delta Company were now hauling construction material and cargo for constructing the Southeast side of the forward base, named 'Fort Nihilius'. Sadly enough, the Cadian 600th, 601st & the Armageddon 400th are stuck with aiding the Munitorum serfs for logistics duty.

Darius: For real, Sarge?! We only got a few shots within the last couple of days! We need to get in the field before the other regiments hog all the kills!

Terryl: We'll get our chances son, we'll get them on our terms. For now, let the other boys nibble on the small fries.

Several loud "BOOM" could be heard in perfect synchronization from outside the walls.

Vittor: Sarge, those Kriegs and Mordians are havin' picnic days ever since they landed here with the boys from Armageddon and Tallarn and their tanks. And let's just pretend not to see the Knights and both our Warhounds going ballistic over intruders. The way they're swatting everything left and right, we're gonna be having nothing but blank air to shoot at.

Sergeant Terryl could only laugh at that. Well, they weren't completely wrong. The 3rd, 4th, 7th & 8th Kreig Heavy Artillery Regiments along with 4 full companies from the 238th Mordian Siege Regiment perfectly arranged themselves into the aforementioned artillery batteries distributed all over the place. Each placed around heavy trenches and bunker zones. And, their Basilisk, Manticore & Hydra Batteries have been shelling in all four cardinal directions like it was a party all the time ever since they landed. Under normal circumstances, a basilisk Earth-shaker Cannon has a maximum range of just a little short of 20 kilometers, but with the recent upgrades from the Tech-Priests from Mars, they can now hit targets as far as 30 kilometers, and with assisted targeting guidance to a staggering 35 kilometers overall. No wonder the Artillery regiments would feel so happy.

To add more fuel into their enthusiasm, the Cadian 599th & companies from the Tallarn 890th regiments along with elements of the Armageddon 8th & the Krieg 111th tank regiments, 12 whole Questoris-Pattern Knights and one of their 2 Warhound-Class Titans were beating the crap out of the local invasive wildlife back to the holes that they crawled out of. Any and every miserable living organism that so much as dared to enter within a 45 – 50 kilometer radius of the fortress city dubbed 'Forward base' had only three things in store: Either getting reduced to blasted molten slag by Tank & Artillery shells. Or, getting shredded to pieces by the Colossal weapons of the Knight Walkers and the Titans. Or, if they are lucky enough to get within 20 kilometers, getting butchered right in the middle of the kill-zones prepared by the combination of Krieg, Catachans, Tallarn and Cadian Heavy Weapons companies and the Heavy Turrets.

In between all of these, it was normal that Troopers like Darius and Vittor would feel like in the dumps; stuck with logistics duty while seeing everybody else getting a piece of action. Nonetheless-

Terryl: And this is from me, don't get your heads in a spin. Words coming from Command. Within a few days, the 600th will be goin' on expeditions. Then, you lads will get to pick yer favorite targets.

Darius: If you say so….

He can only hope the few days will pass on pretty quick. Although, his nightmares are now a lot less thanks to the recommendations of Lord Reclusiarch Servaias, a lack of a firefight may end up being detrimental for him in the end.

1900. May 24rd. 80 A.V, Altas Mean Time

Beacon Academy

Geographical location: 20 Kilometers East of the City of Vale

Governing Territory: City of Vale

Nation: Vale

Continent: Sanus

Planet: Remnant (Previous Name – Unknown)

Star System: Unknown.

Segmentum: Unidentified.

(32 days since bombardment and planetfall of 'Battle-Fleet Halo' Vanguard)

The topic on Mountain Glenn getting completely destroyed by falling lights and the meteor showers were now a hot topic in the campus grounds. Students from Freshmen to Seniors all gossiped about this topic. And Teams RWBY and JNPR were no exceptions. And there was no better time to gossip than dinner time.

Nora: I'm telling you, they're Aliens. Aliens from outer space.

Ruby: Like the ones from the "Invasion of the Remantoids"?

Her sister, Yang Xiao Long broke out in laughter. While her teammate Blake Belladona maintained a more neutral expression, Weiss Schnee only looked at her with an exhausted face. These two were amongst the most mentally taxing human beings on Remnant. And dealing with their 'intellects' is without a doubt more than just taxing for her. And of all things her Team Leader could think of, it had to be that beyond third-rate, corny B-rated movie.

Yang: Nope sis', for once I gotta disagree with ya'.

Weiss: I agree…. Wak! That tasted funny, normally I never agree with either of you two sisters.

Yang: (wry laugh)…Yeah. Sure thing.

Pyrrha: Maybe, they could be aliens. Sure….they may not look like the ones in the movies. But, you know, they could look like something we've never seen.

Ren: Like what, humans living in outer space?

Weiss: That is completely impossible. Everybody knows, humans exist only on Remnant.

It was common knowledge in all of Remnant. Humanity was born on Remnant, and remained on it since the dawn of time.

Ruby: W-well…Yeah…B-but…who knows? Maybe there are…people living in outer space…

Jaune: What…like androids? Like those in that "Remnamorph: Covenant" movie.

Yang: Pffft….(loud laugh)…gosh you're as adorable as Rubes is. But nope. I don't see that happening.

If Yang only knew about the "Penny Project" in Atlas. But that's another story for another time.

Yang: Pyrrha, you know you're one lucky lass. You have this adorable 'Teddy Bear' of a guy for a partner.

At that moment, Pyrrha's whole face turned redder than her own hair. While the more adult members in the group understood the words, Ruby could only look at them in dumb confusion. They were going to continue their gossip, when all of a sudden, the resident Freshman Bully Cardin Winchester of Team CRDL hit Jaune behind his head with his elbow. And as usual, his thug jockeys of teammates were with him.

Yang: What's the big deal?! Go pick a fight with someone your size!

And like the bully that he is, he responded with a shit-eating grin and a smug voice

Cardin: No biggies sweetheart…just here to say hi to our resident losers.

Yang: Ooh…I'll show you sweetheart, monkey.

Pyrrha noticed that their team leader was going to stand up to the bully. So, she chose to intervene.

Pyrrha: (in almost inaudible tone) Jaune. Just ignore them. We'll handle him.

As if Jaune would let his teammates and friends do the hard work while he sits back and does nothing. He was Pyrrha's team leader, he needed to make a stand. Otherwise, with his current track record, he won't be able to save face anymore. Yeah, he was the worst when it came to combat capabilities. But, when push comes to shove, he's got a lot of heart. And, a lot of guts.

Jaune: Leave them alone. You've got a problem with me?

Cardin: Yeah…I got a problem. And you need to take that tone of your voice down a bit. You know what I can do to you.

Jaune's teammates, as well as Team RWBY was now getting ready for a fight.

Ren: Friendly warning. Back away. Or you and your buddies are gonna get hurt real bad.

Cardin: Oooooh… I'm so scared..(laughs)…I dare you to try.

(…): How about I break your spine and leave you foaming through your mouth on the ground while you piss your pants lying down? I want to see how tough you really are then.

Cardin: Huh?!... Oh-

Cardin Winchester turned around to give the person who said that a piece of his mind, and a savage beating while at it. However, as he turned, he immediately regretted that thought.

Standing in front of him now was a tan skinned youth with short trimmed black hair. He was wearing a black muscle shirt and a pair of baggy Jeans. His Facial features were closely resembling that of typical Asians, kind of like Ren. But, what made him intimidating besides his muscular frame, was his height. He was enormous: Standing at a gargantuan 7 feet tall he was possibly one of the tallest people in Beacon. And, add the fact that he is the fourth member of second year team CFVY – the team of that Rabbit Faunus that Cardin bullied after his initiation, he was definitely bad news for CRDL. The youth in discussion, Yatsuhashi Daichi took the bullying of his teammate by Cardin very badly. And right now, poor Cardin Winchester was staring right at very angry Yatsuhashi.

Yatsuhashi: Your Classmate Ren over there said it once. But in case you didn't listen to him properly, let me say it. Friendly warning. Back away. Or you and your team are going to get hurt badly. Do you understand?

Cardin: Y-y…yeah. You're the man….

Yatsuhashi: Piss off.

With that as his cue, Cardin and the rest of CRDL literally ran for their lives. Well, that was anti-climactic.

Yang: Hmph…Some tough guy….

Ruby: Hey…thanks for helping us out like that.

With CRDL gone, Yatsuhashi returned to his usual, more friendly self.

Yatsuhashi: Don't mention it. I'm just glad I could help. And…I don't want to sound selfish, but I sort of had my own reasons for doing that.

Everyone knew that. It was obvious why. Whoever lets his teammates get bullied while he stands back doing nothing is an absolute disgrace of a human being.

Jaune: E-even so. Thanks man.

Yatsuhashi: No problem, Jaune. Glad to be of help.

Weiss: So…I suppose you were going to meet your team?

Yatsuhashi: Yup. I guess I got too caught up in my mental training. I didn't even realize I made them wait for dinner…(chuckle).

Jaune: In that case…you and the rest of CFVY wanna have dinner with us guys?

Yatsuhashi: Thank you very much for the invitation. But…maybe some other time.

Jaune and the others were going to say something, when all of a sudden, Nora's shout interrupted their whole thought process.

Nora: Hey! Check it out! There's a new video.

Ren: Video about what?

Nora: The Meteor showers, silly. This time, there's even more than before.

Everybody swarmed around Nora, as she played the video of the 'Meteor Shower' falling on the now former territory of Mount Glenn.

Yatsuhashi: Now that I think about it, the meteors have been falling over that place for more than twenty days now…

Jaune: Any idea what could be behind this?

Yatsuhashi: Not much. Only that something weird happened over there ever since the first sighting. The National Militia sent scouting parties to investigate. But…

Weiss: Did something happen?

Yatsuhashi: Well…that's the strange part. The scouting parties all came back running after going halfway. And from the rumors that have been going on…something big is going to happen.

Blake: How so?

Yatsuhashi: For starters, General Ironwood of Atlas is coming to Beacon in person. And he's bringing a group of elite fighters and researchers with him.

This was a big news. The headmaster of Atlas Academy and also the military leader of the most advanced kingdom of Remnant was coming to Vale in person to investigate. While most of them were in awe, one person had mixed emotions about it: Guilt, remorse and a little bit of Fear.

Ruby: Weiss. Is everything okay?

Weiss: O-oh….Uh…I-I'm fine. It's Nothing.

Jaune: Wait….you said the parties came back running after going halfway. Did they tell why?

Yatsuhashi: Yeah…and that's where the problem starts. They said quote unquote: After reaching half the way in the forest, they felt something big was watching them. It wasn't a Grimm that was certain. Because, if it was a Grimm, it would've attacked them by the time they entered. It felt entirely different. And then…there were those sounds.

Blake: Sounds?

Yatsuhashi: Yup. Sounds of heavy cannon shells falling towards the ground, massive blasts, heavy weapons fire, loud noises of something large being built. And something really big walking around, so loud that you can hear the foot stomps. Those kinds. Nobody had the courage to go and check any further after that.

Something big watching the intruders, large cannon fires, bomb blasts, weapon fire sounding like a war was going on, along with sounds of large-scale construction work, large foot falls. All of these things pointed towards Nora's theory on Aliens. Even though, they don't have to look like cheesy movie monsters.

Yatsuhashi: …Oh yeah. I almost forgot. There was another odd thing about the meteors.

Jaune: Like?

Yatsuhashi: According to eye witnesses, the ones showing up far from Mount Glenn all change their directions after reaching halfway to the surface.

Yup, definitely aliens. There is no scientific or common logic in existence that shows that a meteor can naturally change its course of travel after entering the atmosphere.

Yang: ….I just hope they're friendly.

Yatsuhashi: (light chuckle).. yeah, we all hope so. Anyways, catch you guys around.

Ruby: See ya. And say hi to Coco, Fox and Velvet for us.

Yatsuhashi gave a sound of approval with a thumbs up while leaving. As he left, now both the teams started wondering if their 'Alien Visitors' will be friendly at all.

As for Yatsuhashi himself, he walked all the way to the south-west corner of the Cafeteria where the rest of his team was sitting in wait for him to come.

His team leader, Coco Adel was a 6-foot teenage girl with fair skin, short dark-brown hair, and dark-brown eyes. She had wavy locks on one side of her face, dyed with a gradient that starts as dark brown and transitions to caramel. Although she was a complete fashionista Nazi, she trusted Yatsuhashi with all her heart and often asked for spiritual advices to improve her own skills.

Next was Fox Alistair, a teenage boy with dark skin and dark, messy copper hair that had a long fringe and a cowlick. His pure white eyes indicated that he was blind. But that doesn't stop him from being one of the best hand to hand fighters in his class.

Last, but not least, the 'Mascot' slash `Poster Girl' of the whole team, Velvet Scarlatina. Her rabbit ears were a deadpan giveaway to the fact that she's a rabbit Faunus. A very shy and timid individual, but nonetheless one of the most versatile fighters in the entire academy. And, she was also one of the Academy's best photographers.

Coco: What took you so long?

Yatsuhashi: Sorry, got caught up in training a bit too long.

Coco: Yeah, no kidding. By the way, just saw you dealing with that little shit.

Velvet: I hate that guy…

Yatsuhashi: Don't worry about him anymore Velvet. I simply used my diplomat cards on him. Oh yeah, Ruby said hi to you guys.

Yup, a death threat guised as a 'Diplomat Card'. At least that brat won't bother them for a while. Otherwise, the kid's family would have to come all the way over here and scrape off whatever will be left of him from the floors.

Fox: A'right, enough with the somber mood with that piece of shit. Wanna go with the usual menu?

The other three nodded their heads in agreement or gave a thumbs up gesture in response.

While looking at them, Yatsuhashi always reinforced his notions of belief: he needed to be stronger, faster, calmer and more rational minded in every situation. So that his teammates, his friends all stay safe. So that, he can protect them from all kinds of threats – be it the Grimm, be it terrorists and Mafias, or be it their new 'Alien Visitors'.

Little did he know, within the next two weeks or so, he, his team and a few other selected individuals would be among the very first individuals on Remnant to officially come in contact with their otherworldly visitors, the Imperium of Man.

And with that, this is the second chapter. I hope you all liked it. As usual, your constructive advices are welcomed warmly. They will help me out greatly to write the next chapter.