A/N: Hey everyone, I hope you enjoy :)

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Log#1

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Riley woke looking up at the night sky. The sky was filled with millions and millions of bright stars, as there were no city lights to drown out the sky. And at the center of his vision was an enormous moon, but it wasn't a normal moon. This moon was broken, the side of it shattered and smashed as if a god had punched it with their fist but even then. The moon still shone brightly as if it wasn't aware it had a large hole in it. The Moon cast down its light on Riley as he stared back in awe.

As its light shone on him, Riley suddenly gasped realizing he hadn't taken a breath while he stared at the moon. Immediately when Riley took a breath he broke out into a huge coughing fit rolling off his back and onto all fours as he felt like he was coughing his guts out. Thankfully the coughing slowly ebbed away allowing him to finally breathe as Riley wiped the spit from his lips now sitting back on his rear.

"Where am I, and why am I here?", Riley through in his head as he looked around.

Riley rubbed his eyes and glanced around, taking in his surroundings. He appeared to be in some sort of clearing surrounded by forestry, although the trees didn't have leaves and their trunks were either dark brown or black. The trees were coated in a layer of snow along with the ground that Riley was sitting on, but what was unsettling to him was how quiet it was. The only sound was from when the wind blew, causing the trees to shift and groan, smacking into each other echoing through the forest. But he couldn't hear any animals, only the trees moving with the breeze.

Riley rubbed the side of his head and noticed two things, one he felt soft fur on his head and second was that his fingers felt wet. When he pulled back his fingers they were coated in the dark color of blood and it's coppery scent filled his nose. Riley tentatively touched where he felt the blood and found the area crusted in dried blood, relieved that he wasn't bleeding out anymore he looked more closely at himself to check for more wounds. Riley reached up and touched the fur on his head feeling them with both hands, now that he was using both his hands he felt a matching spot of fur. After feeling these furs on his head it hit him that he had animal ears attached to his head. Riley could feel his fingers rubbing them and it felt weird and alien as if he didn't have these ears before to make this feeling.

"What the fuck is going on," Riley muttered to himself as he let go of his new ears.

Riley looked down at his chest and discovered that he was wearing a vest with orange dashes along the front of it and was coated in lightweight metal covered with scratches, burn marks and god knows what. Mounted on his left shoulder, there was a small cannon looking-thing with a thin metal cord snaking out the back of it and then formed small but very tight spoil in the center of his back. Just poking out the front of this shoulder cannon was a metal rod that had a barbed point to it. The vest had a holster on the upper left of it that looked like it should have contained a knife of some kind, Under the vest he was wearing a tight but very warm dark green long sleeve shirt that hugged his body snugly, he had the sleeves rolled up just past his elbows and he was wearing black fingerless gloves. Along the bottom left half, there was a strap that connected the front part of the body armor to the part that covered his back. On the strap was a couple of pouches that held these metal rectangles and upon Riley's closer inspection revealed that they were weapon magazines. On the right strap, there was another pouch containing more ammo magazines but also canteen which Riley pulled off and took a big swig of water out of. After placing the canteen back in its place Riley noticed there was a spot on the lower back of vest where a piece of equipment was missing.

"Odd," Riley thought as he looked at his legs and nearly threw up what he ate last.

He looked down at his legs when he saw he didn't have legs past his knees but metal prosthetic ones instead. He was wearing a pair of black pants that felt rough from the number of times they had been patched or torn. Riley had the bottom of his pants bunched up and covering the bottom of where his legs turned prosthetic and kneepads equally as worn as the rest of his clothing. Riley looked at his legs in horror before he felt a strange calm befall him as if he had lived with these legs for a while, his thighs throbbed painfully as if they could remember the day he lost his calves.

After managing to not throw up whatever he ate last Riley sat crossed legged to get a better look at his metal legs. His prosthetics were made from metal which included his feet, he tapped the legs with a finger and made a dull thud sound indicating they were most likely solid metal and not hollow. His feet were made of two pieces of flat metal, the bigger one being most of his foot, the end curled upwards where his toes would have been. The smaller one took the place of his heel and the back was also curled up as well. Riley watched as thought about moving his legs and the prosthetics moved as well. Whatever Riley wanted to do the legs did, he could rotate his feet up and down left and right and he could move his legs as easily as he could breathe. It was as if he never had lost his legs in the first place.

"Hello?" He shouted to the forest his voice giving a small echo, but Riley didn't hear a response. Only a very bad feeling that he shouldn't have done that.

Riley looked around on the ground and saw a couple of things littered around in the snow where his snow angel was from when he apparently decided to take a nap.

"Maybe my equipment?" Riley thought as he walked over to one of the things poking out of the snow.

When he walked up to one of the things it appeared to be his missing knife. The knife was hilt deep in the snow handle up with an oval-like screen resting on the top when he pulled the knife out of the snow Riley discovered that the knife's blade was about six inches long. After inspecting the knife for a good minute Riley slide the knife into the sheath on his chest where it sat snugly, then noticed something shining under a pile of snow nearby.

When Riley began to walk over to the thing in the snow he heard a clank and saw his foot had hit something metal and he bent down and picked it up revealing that it was a gun.

"What kind of gun is this?" Riley thought as he inspected the firearm.

The firearm was about the length of his arm from the stock to the end of the barrel, it had a compact or smaller look to it. The bottom part of the barrel had a small vertical grip on it that fit in his palm nicely, the grip near the trigger was at an angle making it sit nicely in Riley's hand when he held the stock to his shoulder. The magazine was also angled parrel to the grip and it slides out smoothly when Riley pulled out the mag and slide it back in. On the side of the weapon, Riley could see that the firing chamber was further down the gun above the mag where the fired rounds would exit through. On the top of the firearm, there was a small square of glass encased in a metal frame which upon closer inspection was a reflex sight. The rest of the weapon was neutral black color and also found a serial number on the gun learned the gun was called an R-97. As a bonus, it had a cloth wrapped around the barrel and stock and sling which Riley gladly used to let the gun dangle around his waist.

Riley felt much better now that he wasn't defenseless as he poked around the snow for more of his equipment. Among the snow, he found some other random stuff empty shell casings, a syringe with a red plus on it(which he put in one of his pouches), a small box that had these sticks dipped in chocolate which he started to munch on as he looked around.

Riley then found another gun laying on top of the snow was a worn-looking revolver shaped more like a rectangle. When he picked up the pistol and inspected the gun Riley wondered if the thing should even be considered a pistol. The bullets for the gun were massive, slightly bigger than the ones his R-97 fired. When Riley pushed button on the side of it the gun seemed to come apart, the top of the gun went up as the front went forward as the octagon chamber rolled out to the left.

"That process was slightly unnecessary, but it was still cool as fuck," Riley thought with a smile.

Riley put the chamber back into the revolver and the gun pulled itself back together around the chamber, then he looked over the gun for the serial number and learned that it was called a B3-Wingman. He slid his Wingman into the holster on his thigh when at the edge of the clearing he saw something glowing a faint blue.

When he walked closer to the glowing thing it turned out to be two things. Riley saw as he walked closer saw one of the objects was very odd-looking, but Riley felt comforted by its presence. The object was a large cylinder and had two smaller cylinders that looked like some sort of thrusters on both sides angled down and away. Riley picked it up and looked at the thing when the object's name just came into his mind, jump kit. He looked at the jump kit and then at the spot on the lower back of his armor and with a sneaking suspicion he flipped the kit over and attempted to attach the kit to his back.

The kit attached to the built-in slots perfectly as it's thrusters came to life as they flared up a gentle blue flame, the thrusters rotated themselves in various directions before they seemed to shut off but Riley could feel the heat from the fire warm the back of his legs.

Next Riley turned and looked at the last object in the snow and fully saw what it was, it was a helmet. The helmet, if he were to wear it, would completely cover his head as the face of it had a blue glass visor that was shaped like an X, and the blue glow was coming from the visor as well. The bottom half looked a little like a gas mask over the wearer's mouth and lower jaw, there were clasps on the mouthpiece allowing the bottom of the mask to detach from the rest of the helmet. The sides bulged out around the ears as the right side had some sort of user interface made up of some buttons and ports to plug up wires and were protected with rubber seals while on the left, there was a similar interface but there was a small antenna attached to it. The helmet was black and had similar orange dashes from his vest going along the upper left side and it had some sort of emblem on the side as well. The emblem was a white circle but on the inside of the circle, there was a skull wearing an eye patch and the word MILITIA engraved under the skull.

Riley stared at the emblem for a bit before he shook his head and looked flipped it around so it was now looking at him.

"I don't know how, but I know I've worn this helmet before," Riley thought to himself as gazed into the visor.

As he stared at the helmet Riley was snapped out of his stupor when a roar filled echoed through the forest as several more answered back. Riley then had the unsettling feeling that he was being watched as he looked out at the forest in front of him. The helmet flashed once and without hesitation, Riley flipped the helmet over and put it on.

The helmet was almost a perfect fit. The only issue when he wore it was that his new ears were pressed down at an uncomfortable angle but he could ignore that for now as he had other more pressing matters. The inside of the helmet had a screen completely covering the front of it where he could see just as well without it on, and to top it off the helmet seemed to be linked with the rest of his gear since he could see the amount of ammo currently in his R-97. However, the HUD was telling him that his jump kit was offline, along with his grappling hook and cloak, he didn't even know he had those but figured they did what their names implied.

"Pilot, you need to retreat," a digitized but male voice said from inside his helmet.

"Whoa, who are you and where am I?" Riley asked hoping the helmet would allow him to respond as he adjusted the straps.

"Pilot Riley, this is not the time to ask questions, you are being approached by a large number of unknowns, I repeat you need to run," The voice said again as now in the surrounding forest there were more of those roars from earlier.

Then Riley could see multiple pairs of red eyes from in between the trees as these things got closer and closer and went pale when he was able to see one of the things running at him.

It was a wolf, but it was easily as tall as him and covered in black tar-like fur with. The wolf had bulging muscles under its fur and its claws were huge compared to an actual wolf but that's not what scared Riley. It was its face, instead of an actual face it was had this white skull mask with red high-lights and even with its mouth closed Riley could see it's gleaming teeth, clearly built for tearing things apart.

"O-oh, I'm running now," Riley said as he took a couple of steps back before turning around running at full sprint.

More of these wolves were peeling out from the forest after him. Riley sprinted to the other side of the clearing and into the forest as the wolves howled into the night, enjoying the thrill of the chase. Riley glanced off to his left and could see one of the wolves slowly gaining, little did he know that he was running faster than a normal human could run but it still wasn't faster than the wolves.

One wolf was closing in on Riley's left as one on his right pressed in closer. They were trying to trap him, but Riley wouldn't have any of that. When the one on his left got closer, Riley leveled his R-97 at the wolf and pulled the trigger.

The gun jerked to life as it spat up bullets, pelleting the wolf's head and torso. In Riley's HUD, he could see the ammo in the clip fly down at an insane rate but the wolf tumbled and crashed to the ground as it was riddled with bullets, giving Riley an escape route.

Now with his left flank, open Riley darted in that direction to avoid the wolf on his rear and right now diving into the forest seeking safety from the horrors that chased him. The branches whipped past Riley as he ran blindly through the forest while wolves nipped at his heels. Riley leaped over rocks and ducked under low branches as the wolves who are chasing him powered through branches, not stopping for anything as they were hell-bent on hunting Riley.

While Riley was running he could feel old wounds throbbing, gunshots, stabs, slashes and he felt a ghostly pain in calves which he didn't have anymore. As he dodged lunging wolves and trees while continuing to sprint forward, he felt an aching feeling in his head as all around him he started to hear gunfire and explosions.

"What the hell is going on! Am I going crazy?" Riley thought to himself as he swore he could feel the ground shake from explosions.

"Riley you can't stay here you need to run!" A woman's distressed voice echoed in his head as he heard a child's scared voice answered the woman.

Riley dove to his left letting his instincts carry him forward as a wolf face planted into the snow where he had been running seconds ago. He scrambled to his feet and took off in any direction that wasn't a demon wolf, as more seemed to join the hunting pack they howled into the night as the air was filled with their terrible cries for Riley's blood.

"Mom why, why can't you come? Where's Dad!?" The child in Riley's head asked the mother.

More explosions shook Riley's vision as he could hear sounds concrete crumbling and falling while screams filled the air. Gunshots rattled off as the screaming continued and Riley could swear he could smell the blood and gunpowder in the air, mixing with the smell of fear and terror.

There was an explosion that caused the woman to yelp as more gunshots were heard.

"Baby listen to me, you need to run to the edge of the city, find the grown-ups called The Militia!" The sound of a door being kicked down echoed Riley's head as more shots were heard.

Riley ran straight at a fallen tree that was leaning on another nearby tree. When he got closer he jumped at the tree and planted his feet squarely on the trunk and pushed off at an angle. Riley shot sideways, arching his back over a lunging wolf that slammed into the tree where he had been moments ago. While still in the air Riley's finger curled around the trigger of his R-97 and pumped a mere 8 rounds into the wolf's head before he heard the tell-tale clicking of an empty mag. Wasting no time Riley shot off into his sprint once again now following the broken moon.

"RUN!" The woman screamed as Riley could hear the sickening sound of bullets tearing into flesh and the thud of a body hitting the floor all sounding so real he almost stopped to look for the dead mother but howling made him press on as tears filled Riley's vision.

He could vaguely hear the soft pitter-patter of feet getting quieter and quieter but the child ever-present crying was getting louder and louder until it filled Riley's head as it was all abruptly cut off as a single gunshot filled his head.

"Pilot, my scans have indicated that there is a clearing 40 meters ahead of where you will have to make a stand," The voice said again, snapping Riley out of his mental nightmare and back to the nightmarish reality he was facing.

Riley didn't respond as his lungs were now beginning to burn as his legs pumped through knee-high snow and jumped rocks and tree roots when needed.

From in between the trees Riley could vaguely see a snow-covered plain leading up a hill where there was a solitary stone peaking the hill and stood out against the shattered moon. As he got closer and closer he could see it was a sort of tombstone carved completely out of stone and a figure draped in a red cloak standing at the tombstone unmoving while the frigid winds whipped at the cloak, blowing trails of snow through the air.

Riley broke through the clearing with the sound of snapping branches and crunching snow, causing the figure to whirl around as Riley stumbled to a stop as he stared at this person.

The first thing that caught his attention was her eyes, they were bright silver and filled with worry and concern that Riley could feel directed at him. He felt utterly trapped in her gaze as he noted her red-tinted black hair along with the small frown on her lips and her pale skin. Her outfit consisted of a black blouse that was laced down the front with red twine, and her cloak was attached to her shoulders with small silver crosses. The blouse lead down to a skirt following the girl's red theme and had red frills, along with a more tactful belt that carried pouches along with slots that carried single bullets, and had metal rose buckle on her right hip. She was also wearing black stockings and a pair of black knee-high boots with red laces. Overall her face still had the youthfulness so Riley guessed that this girl was in her mid-teens.

Riley and this girl locked eyes, Riley staring into her eyes through his helmet while the girl seemed to see through his helmet and into his eyes. They stood like this until Rileys HUD, blinked red as the helmet gave a shrill warning sound.

"Pilot, watch your six!" The digitized voice said with urgency but it was too late.

Before Riley could even turn around he felt something slam into his head, jarring his neck and head painfully as his helmet was ripped off from the force of the blow and knocking Riley into the snow on his back. Riley's vision was slightly blurry from the blow but cleared up just in time to see one of the wolves pounce onto his prone form.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" Riley screamed in his head as he struggled to grab his sidearm from its holster on his thigh.

But the wolf had other ideas, it stepped on Riley's hand crushing it into the snow and prevented him from grabbing his Wingman and opened it's mouth and clamped down on Riley's shoulder. The wolf's mouth covered his left shoulder completely as the edges of its jaws were able to find purchase on his armored vest, and then the wolf bit down.

And Riley screamed in agony. The wolf's jaws crushed the air from his lungs as he could feel the wolf's teeth sink into the exposed flesh of his shoulder, but the amount of force being put on the vest caused it to crush his ribs. Riley could painfully feel his ribs tremble from the strain as he struggled in vain to fight back.

His right hand was pinned under the wolf's paw as its claws dug into his forearm and he tried to grab the knife on his chest but he could barely move his arm as it was his shoulder in the wolf's jaws greatly hindered its movement. Riley kicked it as hard as he could with his legs but his vision was getting blurry from lack of oxygen and the pain in his chest.

"Run, run as fast as you can," A woman's voice taunted in his head, this wasn't the mother from before it was a new voice that radiated malice and evil.

Riley's clenched fist slowly unclenched as he felt himself slowly slipping into unconsciousness as the wolf crushed his lungs through his armor. Riley could see the evil glee in the wolf's eyes, the hatred, and sorrow that filled it's being.

Suddenly the pressure on his lungs was relieved as the wolf made yelping sound and melted into shadows before him. Riley gasped as he took in air, but felt a sharp pain that thundered through his chest as he took in air.

Riley could scarcely move as the pain multiplied with every breath as lifted his head and gazed at the damage to his chest. His shoulder was a bloody mess of flesh and cloth and it turned out the wolf's teeth had punctured his vest and left a large bitemark that pumped blood into the surrounding snow with every breath he took. Riley's head fell back from fatigue as he could hear the sounds of a sniper rifle being fired and the slashing of metal as more yelps and howls filled the air.

Riley stared into the night sky as slowly bleed out, "Why, what did I do to deserve this?"

Tears filled his eyes, "I don't want to die like this," Riley thought with despair as he reached his right hand into the night sky as if trying to grab the stars.

"Please, someone save me"

"I don't want to die"

"I'm scared"

"I don't want to run anymore"

Riley had all these thoughts fill his head as heard a girl shouting but it sounded distant far away but he saw her above him and grabbed his outstretched hand, he couldn't feel her hand through he only felt a numbing cold. He slowly felt himself fading into unconsciousness as he stared into the girl's eyes, her mouth was moving but he couldn't hear anything.

She moved out of his vision and grabbed the straps to his vest and started to drag him, his head rested against his mangled chest as he could see the bloody drag marks from where he had fallen, his vision was swimming in and out of focus as Riley's mind drifted to the things he heard in his head and blacked out every few seconds.

Riley forced his eyes open, where he could see that the girl had dragged him onto a dirt trail with wooden fences lining both sides of the trail and held back the black forest. On the ground, he could see his blood trail leading back into the depths of the forest as he felt that h was being pulled along the ground. Riley's eyes got heavy as he blacked out again.

When he opened his eyes again Riley could see a multi-level log cabin house covered in snow as three figures were running towards him and the girl. His vision was still going in and out of focus but he could make out that two of them had bright blonde hair and another had black hair like the girls and was wearing a grey shirt of some kind. Riley heard vague shouting as he blacked out again.

Riley's eyes opened again where he could see that he was being carried into the house, he was slung over a pair of strong and firm shoulders staring at the ground as he could see his blood dripping onto the floor and all over the person carrying him. Riley felt extreme vertigo as he placed onto a table where he stared into the light of a lamp, a face came into view. This person was male with black hair and stubble across his lower jaw that was sharp and rugged, and his eyes were light brown or possibly a lava-red color that was filled with harsh interest and mild concern. The man appeared to be an older guy who looked to be in his mid-forties.

The next pair of faces were blonde and so similar that Riley knew they were related. One of them was male with short blonde hair and deep blue eyes and a small patch of facial hair on his chin. He had a softer jawline than the other guy and more concern but also interest in his eyes and looked to be about the same age as the other man.

The other blonde one was female. She had very long hair that was just as blonde as the other guy, she had a soft jawline like her father(Riley assumed he was) but her chin was slightly more pointed. She looked to be around her late teens, almost an adult but not there yet and she had very different eyes. This new girl's eyes were a fierce amethyst purple and she had a polite concern for his well being, but she was prepared to finish him off if he was a threat.

Riley blinked a couple of times before he felt himself start to blackout again. This time he didn't fight it, he honestly wanted his suffering to be over as every breath he took was like breathing razorblades. Suddenly the pain was multiplied and Riley nearly lunged off the table while screaming so many profanities but was held down by the blonde girl and her father.

It was a burning sensation all across his shoulder and chest, as he struggled against the blonde pair nearly tossing the girl across the room in a burst of strength. The girl recovered quickly and with more force pinned his arm down to the table as the father was doing the same to his other arm while pulling his vest off.

"Alcohol," Riley thought in his head as he saw the black-haired man holding a flask.

The man locked eyes with Riley and said something, but he couldn't hear as the man poured more alcohol over Riley's wounds. At this point, Riley's nerves were put through so much stimulus that his brain was overloaded and Riley blacked out and stayed out.

Riley was plagued with nightmares, they were often him running through the forest as he that woman's death and her brief conversation with the child played through his head endlessly. Every time the woman was killed, Riley felt his body pumped full of lead and when he fell into the snow he was forced to stare into another body that was him and very dead.

"RUN, RUN, AND RUN BECAUSE IT'S ALL YOU KNOW HOW TO DO," His dead self would taunt endlessly.

The nightmare would change to him running again and the voice from the helmet would speak.

"Pilot, you need to stop running and face your enemy," The voice would say.

But when Riley stopped running he was instantly leaped on by the wolves and would tear him into pieces and if he kept running he was eventually caught and ripped apart anyway.

The nightmare kept repeating over and over, to the point where he wondered if he was in hell. Then the nightmare stopped as instead a glowing light filled the dark recesses of Riley's troubled mind.

"Fear not Riley, you will find your peace," The voice said gently.

"How I don't even know if I'm alive or if I'm dead," Riley asked the light, still feeling the despair from when he woke in the forest.

"You are very much alive, I pulled you from the hell-fire of your old life and brought you here to heal… and to fulfill another purpose" The light said now slowly getting dimmer.

"Why, why me and not someone else? Why won't you let me die," Riley asked the light, now balling his hands into fists.

Why did it have to be him, why couldn't he be left to die and let what memories that plagued him die as well? Why must his terrible life go on and be tormented by his demons? Riley thought bitterly as the light faded from his mind.

"You are the only one who can, only you can find your peace. But know that you can not run from your destiny," The light said before finally departing.

The light only left Riley feeling more bitter and confused than before as he sank back into his subconsciousness, ready for the endless nightmares to resume. But they didn't appear, it was only darkness and emptiness that Riley felt. He didn't know how long it was but he felt a change in him.

"You can not run from your destiny," Riley thought as the light's word echoed in his mind.

He didn't know exactly how, but the voice in his helmet called him a pilot. Riley knew that pilots did an awful lot of running.

And he didn't plan on stopping.

A/N: Hey guys, I hope you enjoyed what you have read so far. If you like what you read be sure to follow and I will get out updates as fast as I can but I still have work and school to do. But I hope I was descriptive enough with how our little pilot woke in rwby. Now I want to clarify somethings, Riley is only a gen 2 maybe 3 pilot. I have it this way so that it doesn't mess with the power balance of the anime and gives him room to grow stronger with the rest of the gang. Also, he is a pilot who are trained to kill people, not Grimm. In hand-to-hand combat, Riley will most likely be able to keep up with Qrow in season 3 and is on par with Pyhrra. But fighting Grimm is going to be his fatal flaw since he simply doesn't have experience fighting them or growing up having to deal with them, now he not completely helpless against them but he will need to learn more about them. I also made him a fanus, a fox fanus specifically since this would make him a target and thus a reason to curb-stomp some fools, also I just like foxes :3.

And to also clarify, Riley has his legs from the knees down replaced with prosthetics. If you want a better image then look up the Phase-Shift pilot and look at its legs, also I am going to give Riley and an aura and semblance. This is a critical point since I'm having his semblance involve his titan.

On the topic of his titan, I am going to have his titan included and I'm either going to have it be a Ronin or Northstar which I will most likely put it up to a poll.

One more thing I promise! So I am going to add more...features to auras and semblances which I will explain in further detail in the next chapter.

Anyway way thanks for reading and if you have a question ask it in a review and I will do my best answer it (No spoilers)

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