A/N: Hello, and welcome to RWBY vs. Blue: Freelancers Forgotten. Sorry for such a short first chapter, but I figured it would have to do for now. This story will include multiple freelancers and the sim troopers and all characters in the world of Remnant. So, on with the show!

I do not own RWBY or Red vs. Blue, they belong to Rooster Teeth.

Emerald Forest, Vale

York waited until he was sure they had all left, standing stock still behind a wide tree trunk as soon as one of his attackers had suggested a retreat.

"Agent York, it seems all clear on your motion tracker, I believe that, for now, we are safe." Delta told him.

With a sigh of relief, York relaxed and travelled down the tree he had hid in, a few yards away from the one he had fired from earlier, which was now riddled with bullets. Dropping to the ground, the Freelancer reloaded his Battle Rifle, then checked over his other weapons. His SMG was fully loaded and he still had four frag grenades and a single plasma.

"D, what happened? Last thing I knew, I'd been shot and you said I wouldn't make it. Did Tex make it? Did she get Wyoming?"

"As far as I can tell, Agent Texas did succeed, I opted to stay with you to run the healing unit, and to be with you until the end, but something happened."

York pulled off his helmet and set it on a nearby rock as he went to examine his downed foes. Each wore a white mask and black hood, with light armor covering vital areas.

"As far as I can tell, while I was running the healing unit, Wyoming's Time distortion activated, or some other interference came to life. When it hit us, there was a flash of light and we had seemed to enter Slipspace."

"What happened then?"

*Flashback*

As the white light cleared, Delta was reading the scanners from York's armor. "How curious. It seems we have somehow entered Slipspace. I'm highly confused. I cannot discern our destination, so I will continue to try and keep you stable, York." He said to the unconscious Freelancer.

After a few seconds of silence, Delta hummed. "Most curious. It seems that the jump to Slipspace has made you whole again, Agent York. The slugs have been removed and your wounds have been sealed."

"I suppose I have nothing to do except make sure we stay intact until we exit Slipspace. I'm glad you made me download all those puzzles and other time-consuming items. It should keep me occupied for a while."

York groaned once, and mumbled a single word. "'Lina."

"I'm sorry York, but Agent Carolina is not here. In fact, as the human logic goes, I had thought you had gone to join her. I am sorry if you were looking forward to it."

Delta shrugged and began to analyze the first puzzle, and began humming an orchestral tune while solving it. "I can't believe it took you an hour to solve this one, York, it took me two minutes!"

*End Flashback*

"Wait, wait, wait." York started. "You're trying to tell me that my wounds just magically sealed?"

"Indeed. Perhaps Wyoming's Time distortion unit caused your body to go back to before the wounds were inflicted before we entered Slipspace."

"Hmm." York sounded thoughtfully, then shrugged, examining a corpse.

"These opponents all seem to have some sort of animalistic trait. Perhaps this is a variant on evolution that caused a subspecies?"

York cocked his head to the side. "Maybe, D. But take a scan of their weapons, something doesn't seem right…"

A beam shot out of York's visor as the AI took a scan, then Delta hummed thoughtfully. "This is interesting."

"What is it?" York asked.

"York, move around, I need to study each weapon." Delta told him.

York followed the command and waited as Delta examined each weapon. Finally, he'd finished, and York stood as Delta analyzed.

"I've never seen anything like it, but they seem common on this world."

"Tell me what it is, what's so special about them?"

"Or, at least to this organization. Perhaps we'll find out more after we enter an organized dwelling. I wonder if they have cities or-"

"Delta, what the heck is so special about them!" York demanded.

"What? Oh, sorry. Most of these weapons seem to have two function. Although they can vary, most have a ranged and a melee mode, though some seem able to change into an inconspicuous mode for secrecy or comfort."

"Huh, so how do you activate it?" York questioned.

"It seems that this model, which is a combination of a knife and a grappling hook, is activated by twisting the hilt and bending the blade back."

York shrugged. "Alright, let's give it a try."

Bending to retrieve the knife, which was a hunting knife with a five inch long blade with a saw edge on the tip of the opposite side. With a breath, York turned the hilt and bent the blade over, down to the hilt. A small trigger pooped out of the hilt.

"Let's see here…" York said to himself, then pointed the bent blade at the tree, then fired.

The blade, attached to a cable, was sent flying into the limb. Then, he began to be pulled towards it, sent into the air and landed on the limb as the knife retracted back into the hilt.

"That's pretty cool." York stated, tucking the knife into the magnetic plat at the back of his waist. "Let's see what else I can find."

"Wouldn't that be stealing, Agent York?"

York looked down and sighed, shaking his head. "D, have you even been with me while we were lock picking into houses and stuff?"

"Affirmative."

"I steal stuff all the time. It's kinda part of my job. Besides, it's not like they're gonna need it, they're dead. All they need is a casket and a man with a shovel."

"I see your reasoning, though I do not understand or necessarily agree." Delta told him.

"Alright, D. That's good enough. Have you found out anything else about this place?"

"I've sent out a signal and tapped into some sort of internet this world contains. It is apparently called Remnant by the locals, and most of its population lives in four kingdoms, although there are some villages and towns."

"Okay. What else?"

"Those men we fought were members of a radical group of Faunus, which is what they call the subspecies with animal traits. But there are other threats in our current location."

"Which is…?" York started.

"Emerald Forest. It is near the city of Vale."

"Okay, so what's the problem?"

Behind him, there were many canine growls as Delta said two words. "The Grimm." He said grimly.

York gulped and turned to see glowing red eyes. "Are those Grimm?"

"Affirmative. There seem to be a pack of twelve 'Beowolves', according to your motion tracker. They are basically evil versions of really big, nearly humanoid wolves. They have armor composed of dense bones, but their bare section are very vulnerable.

York took his SMG in hand, ready to face this new threat as Delta continued. "If you can identify and take out the Alpha, it will most likely demoralize the others, perhaps make them scatter."

"Alright, help me identify it, I'll be a bit occupied."

"Scanning now."

One Beowolf growled and charged on all fours. York fired, hitting the leg of the Grimm, making it rear in a painful howl. York fired again, striking the creature's underbelly. The Beowolf died, falling to the ground as more began to advance.

York threw a grenade and fired, backing away as it exploded when they passed.

"Agent York, I have identified the Alpha."

As York switched to his BR, he spoke. "Where?"

"To your left, you can't miss him."

York turned and his eyes widened to see a ten foot wolf with more plating than the others.

"Oh, that's easy." York stated, lifting the BR and gazing through the scope, then firing into the Alpha's eyes, then an uncovered part of its neck. The Alpha fell with a final roar, then fell dead on the ground.

The rest of the pack looked to their dead Alpha, and their fellow pack mates, who had been dispatched so easily. Then one howled a retreat, and they disappeared nervously into the forest.

"We need to get to safety, perhaps a nearby city?" Delta suggested.

"Okay. Do you know the way?" York asked as he reloaded, searching again for new ordnance among the dead Fang members as Delta spoke.

"Indeed I can, Agent York. I'll set a waypoint immediately."

York bent to pick up a double bladed sword that could shift into a chakram, whatever that was, as well as two longswords.

"A chakram is a throwing disc from India used as a weapon, usually 12-30 centimeters in diameter. However, this one in about one and a half feet in diameter."

"Thanks, D."

"That can also turn into a compact rectangular shape about the size of a phone." Delta stated, and York's visor highlighted a switch. When York pushed it, it collapsed into the civilian form Delta had mentioned.

"Cool." York spoke in awe, then took a grenade launcher that shifted into a rifle. "That should do it."

A waypoint appeared, showing the way to the nearest city. York placed the two new weapons on the magnetic plates on his left thigh and back, keeping his BR in hand as he journeyed to the city of Vale.

"Agent York." Delta said. "This world seems to need some serious help. These Grimm are just the threat everyone knows of. The White Fang, the underworld of Remnant, and something… more sinister."

"What are you saying?"

"You are a Freelancer, perhaps you have fallen to a lower level, but did you not sign up to protect to people?"

"Alright, alright, I get it. Not like I have anything better to do. I'll help. Perhaps we can become a vigilante fighting duo."

"What shall we call ourselves?" Delta asked.

"I'll figure that out after a night of sleep. Let's get somewhere safe first."

"Agreed, Agent York."

A/N: Alright, I need a few suggestions for a vigilante name, I have a few ideas, but they're… not very good. So, put those lovely brains to work. My goals for each chapter are above 1,000 words, but sometimes, it may be shorter. Also, I'd love some criticism, but please, don't damage my fragile, fragile heart… .