Welcome back everyone, and it's good to see you again. My mind is spinning onward and I can't be stopped, and so, I bring you another chapter much sooner. To not delay any further, I'll respond then we can jump right one it.

True Phenex: Oh stop it, you're too kind; I just write for others, it's hardly that. Thank you though, that really helps me.

Silver III Jhin: "That's how team Gurren Rolls!" Man, I'm just even more motivated to write even more. Good stuff.

Let's jump right in, shall we?

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The starry abyss lit the sky above the two that sat in the head shaped mech. Every now and then one would twinkle and the smaller one would point his arm up at it, earning a playful smile from the larger one. A time of peace is what they were at, and nothing else could take that away from them. The larger one that sat on one side of the mech had his arm wrapped around the younger one, also occasionally pointing towards the stars, asking the younger boy if he had any idea of it, earning a response that held no answer to his question.

"Yo Simon, what about that one?" The man pointed upwards at a strangely shaped pattern of stars in the sky that resembled something of a large pot.

"Sorry Bro, Leeron hasn't got around to explaining… constellations yet. I remember him saying something about the 'Big-Dipper' or something of that sort. I'm not entirely sure."

The older man hummed to himself for a second before standing up in the mech with a single arm pointing towards the sky, surprising Simon. "Tell me Simon, why did I want you to drill the heavens itself and not the stars before it?"

Simon stuttered with his mouth open before speaking. "Because…because that's where we belong?"

The man spun on his foot and pointed a finger towards Simon. "Wrong Simon. Your drill deserves to pierce something so supposedly high and mighty. The stars themselves can't contain Gurren Lagann, and most certainly not Team Gurren. Our spirit is endless Simon, and we can only climb from here."

Simon's once simple expression turned into one of joy staring at the older man. "Bro!"

"You're Drill will be the one to do it Simon, and only yours!"

Simon's joyous expression turned into a simple smile, then one to worry as he stared down at his chest, his grip tightened on the small drill-shaped pendent on his chest as he raised it slightly to look at it. A slight movement of the mech startled Simon and after looking up, the man was now crouched before him with a frown on his face. "Br-Bro?"

The man shook his head. "This drill is a key to your spirit Simon. Your true Drill lies within you; right here!"

A finger was jammed directly into his chest, but more specifically… his heart. "A man's fighting spirit is what turns that very drill we strive to follow Simon, and you are the one leading it."

The boy stuttered again. "But…Bro, everyone follo-"

A hand fell on his head, the man ruffling his blue hair. "Listen Simon, we follow out hearts, and with it the man's spirit to make everywhere a place for us Humans, no, people like us can live. We are brothers Simon; I've said it before and I'll say it every time if I need too."

The man hopped back into the mech, wrapping around Simon once again letting him experience the heat in the cold starry night. The man's hand pointing back up into the sky, past the stars themselves. "Listen up, Simon. Don't believe in yourself. Believe in me! Believe in the Kamina that believes in you! No matter what, I'll be here till the end even against all the beastmen they throw at us, we'll stop them with Gurren Lagann, out fighting spirit cannot be beaten!"

Simon smiled up at Kamina, happiness and admiration in his eyes as he started at the man known as his older brother. As long as they were together, they were unstoppable, and nothing could separate them, not even the beastmen.

Time passed ever so slightly, the two continuing their wonder of the stars above and what would lie beyond, and the once energetic duo had calmed down considerably. Kamina being the one to break the silence, spoke up.

"Hey, Simon." A slight nudge to the younger man earned a small movement along with a small notice as well. "Yea... Bro?"

"Can I let you in on something?" A grunt told the older brother to continue his words. "Now don't go losing trust in me Simon; I'll never let you down, and I'll always be there for my brother…" A sigh escaped from the man's lips. He nudged Simon, a slight change in movement making him continue.

"I… Man, this is harder than I thought." A small chuckle came from the brother for a second as he rubbed the back of his head, before he stopping. The older brother stayed silent for a second as a snore escaped from Simon's mouth. Kamina smiled as he glanced down towards Simon, his voice turning into a slight whisper, his eyes turning back to the stars. "I don't want to say goodbye to my own brother. Farewell's aren't a man's way, and they most definitely aren't Team Gurren's either. Our fighting spirit will carry us far Simon, for that I'm sure."

Kamina gave one last look towards the sky and let his eyes close, falling into a sleep alongside Simon, his one and only brother.

….

Tall grass stood in front of him, his eyes narrowing as he crouched closer to the ground. The sun was blazing above him, and a strange feeling of absence of being was coursing through him. A growl of his stomach clearly indicating his hunger. He blinked his eye a few times, their moisture practically drained from them each time he tried to focus time and time again. Gripped in his hand was a bow and quiver, why though, he wasn't even sure. What he was sure of was that his prey was dead on the ground in front of him, and he wanted it, but he could remembered why he wasn't going to grab it.

Adam Taurus was, needless to say, lost. In every possible way that he could imagine. He remembered the strange bird that now currently had two arrows stuck in it, but where the second came from he wasn't sure of. His feet were aching and his face seemed empty, yet left it at that.

Ah, now he remembered. He was waiting to see who would come and attempt to recover his hunting prize that he easily conquered…

Adam questioned his actions as his grip on the bow tightened slightly. Why was he even wanting to deal with this right now, he was lost and his own body wanted to escape the situation he was in.

The last place he was at was in a tent camped outside of a Faunus village that the White Fang were operating out of currently. He already made his daily excursion to check certain areas he was suspicious about, but nothing was too out of the ordinary… except for that Faunus.

Adam's head ached whenever he tried to think what the man said his name was. Vigil? Vernal? It just became more and more absent the more he thought about it. Eventually he gave up and tried to remember the rest.

…...

Whenever he discovered the Faunus, Adam knew already that he was extremely different from the rest of Faunus he'd been around his entire life. Unlike most of the Faunus across Remnant, he had a different appearance. The man turned to face Adam the moment he walked out from behind a nearby tree, and the cat-like eyes almost made Adam drop everything he had on him to lash out, but was stopped when long platinum-blonde hair blew in front of his face.

He smiled, strange shark-like teeth glaring in the little amount of sunlight that appeared. He raised his hands, revealing them to be large clawed paws. He was standing next to a table with a slab of meat on the table along with a large cleaver sticking from it. Next to it was a small trail of smoke emanating from a basket. Adam was the first one to speak.

"What are you doing here? This place if rather dangerous. There's a town-"

Adam was silence when the man was gone from his sight. He immediately noticed that the cleaver was gone as well. A wisp of the air and a flash of light then Adam was leaning backwards. A sharp blade barely missed his mask, the speed of the blade cutting the air itself.

Standing in front of him was the Faunus slightly crouched to the ground, his arm stretched out with the blade. The once brown cloak that was covering him was now floating onto the ground behind him. a brown jacket adorned with shoulder pads and fur collar with matching pants, and bandages from his knees down to his simple black pointed shoes was fully revealed to Adam.

The smile was still on his face, appearing to slightly have grown. Adam was already drawing his blade and a their blades met for only a second before he was pushed back, his feet skidding in the dirt leaving a trail in the process. The man stood up from his crouched position and held his cleaver out towards Adam… before he let it drop directly at his feet, letting it fall to his side. The smile now gone, the man turned around.

The clothing Adam just saw was looked greatly different at this moment. The once brown jacket looked tattered and two red belts were around his waist. The once chin length platinum-blonde hair was now even longer than it was before, falling to his shoulders and even longer in the back; a scar also appeared underneath his right eye right before vanishing in a wisp of smoke.

"Oh…just a traveler; your weapon reminded me of old times… I'd recommend you leave while you can."

Adam was furious at this point. This man attacked him out of nowhere because of his weapon reminding him, and just expected him to leave without any consequences? This fool didn't understand the mistake he made. He would make him understand that mistake. His sword stood drawn still, and he pointed it towards the Faunus's back.

"Who are you. Normally one would apologize for such an action… so do-"

An arrow flew directly at him, and before it could hit his face, he bent backwards the small sliver of light chipping his mask slightly. He rebounded rather quickly, dashing towards him while shouting.

"A sneak attack is just a sneak attack. It's-"

A foot impacted his face, sending him back the way he came; the man finishing his sentence.

"Only a surprise once?" The man bent down and picked up his cleaver, sliding it into the sheath on his back. "You're a thousand years too young to understand a true fight. Real men don't think," A slew of knives and small arrowheads appeared from his hands. "They act. Don't think you are even close to understanding even such a simple thing like that"

Standing before Adam was not the man he'd seen before, or at least he didn't have the same appearance. He was now wearing a blue full-body uniform with gold stripes around the waist and arms and a brown scarf that looked to be serving as a cloak of sorts. His cleaver now hidden behind that cloak. His hair was no longer the long length that he had just seen, but rather it looked to be cut down to the previous length that it was before the strange transformation, confusing him even more.

Adam stood up from the blow while holding his now even more chipped mask. Furious wasn't even the beginning of it, there wasn't even a feeling to describe such a thing. He knew that he could see everything coming that he threw at him, yet his body just wouldn't react like it normally would. His eyes finally saw it, the smoke… it wasn't just any normal smoke. He tried to take a step towards it, his legs feeling heavier than ever.

"What… What did you…" Adam fell to his knees, his vision failing him as the mask fell off his face. The man walked over to his crouched body and kneeled next to him holding a small bag. He reached his hand over and tied it to his arm and tucked it into his clothing. Patting his hand on his back, the man stood up and started to walk away.

"The time of awakening has arrived. Please do give him that gift Adam Taurus, an old friend of his brothers has been waiting long enough. Viral is asking a fight of men one last time, in Kamina's terms that is." After picking up his brown cloak that strangely hooked itself upon even without wind, the man started to disappear into the forest, the cloak forming itself tightly around the man's body and turning to the once dark brown color that was once upon it, before everything went dark for Adam.

….

Adam remembered now. He wasn't sleeping in a tent, or anywhere near one. He collapsed after being… beaten by that random, appearance changing Faunus. Adam tried to raised his hand to feel where he supposedly left an item tied to him, but was unable to as his eyes fell upon a familiar brown color at his wrists… as well as an unnatural set of hairy paws.

The next movement felt entirely foreign to Adam as his arms were raised along with the bow, knocking an arrow onto the string as 'he' aimed it towards a figure now appearing in his eyes. A tall man with short, spiky blue hair with blue tattoos ran up his arms and wrapped around his back, appearing shirtless. His pants consisted of long, brown pants with two red rings near the bottom, and a double-grommet belt tied around his waist along with bandages tied up to his stomach beneath it.

Adam didn't know why, but his fingers let the arrow loose and fly towards the human, his intentions still unknown, but he did know that the man was holding the very prey that he killed beforehand and in no way was he going to allow him to take it.

The arrow flew towards him, and when Adam thought he had him, the man dodged and the arrow barely missed his face. The man pulled out what appeared to be a simple handgun and was pointing in the complete opposite direction of where he was at currently.

That was correct, Adam had already moved completely behind the man at this point, his bow at the ready again. Before he could let loose another arrow, the man flipped around and fired at him, making him toss the bow up into the air to his surprise. As his body moved faster than before, Adam realized at this point that he still wasn't moving at all, but instead was simply watching this entire event. He took it as a show or memory, and that he wasn't himself but someone else.

The man in front of them looked to drop his stance and reloaded his seemingly one-shot handgun. The vessel, he named it, took action on this drop of attention and moved. He immediately lunged at the man, swinging his long-bladed cleaver at him, missing with the first swing as the man ducked out of the way. The man's face was full that of surprised at the sudden attack he just avoided. The vessel continued his assault by running up on the man and swinging upwards only to be met with a large gunshot, ringing his ear.

The two stood staring at one another at this point, the vessel standing in a posture with his blade sitting close to the ground behind him while the human kept his gun pointed towards him. Adam wanted to ask what was going on, but was unable to as a familiar voice spoke, a small chuckle at first.

"I'm impressed human."

The man's face stayed the same.

"Who the hell are you?"

The vessel rose up and slouched slightly, raising his weapon out to the side flat while speaking.

"Human Race Mop-Up Forces, Far East Theater Commander Viral."

Adam was taken aback by these words. Mostly of the fact that he'd never heard of such a thing, and what they actually entitled themselves as; such as the White Fang or even more? The human spoke the same questions he had on his mind.

"Say what? Human Race Mop-Up Forces?"

The vessel continued to speak, hopefully to answer Adam's questions.

"Here are two useful pieces of information: First, The Human Race Mop-Up Forces eradicate all Humans that come up to the surface. Second, that game is my dinner. You will return it to me."

Adam was… needless to say; thrilled to hear such an answer. A force such as this seems to carry much more than he could ever imagine in his eyes. This supposed vessel that he was sitting within was part of something larger than was imagined for the White Fang, and this spurred Adam to find out even more who it was.

With a great amount of force, he was finally able to move himself to glare towards a small puddle below him, and the sight he saw shocked him more than he was able to take. The man he was greatly interested in… was the same one in the forest.

A light appeared behind Adam and finally being able to free himself of the locked body. Red lines wrapped in the air around him, coloring the darkness with patterns unnatural to Adam. Turning around he saw not a figure, yet flying words towards him all of which spelled out a simple saying.

"Systems reacted; Spiral Influx detected, sensors online…Population limit error experienced, lifeforms counting: 1,000,002—1,000,003—1,000,004. Human…Extermination…System 62837162…beginning…"

Adam took a step back from the oncoming numbers, his mind becoming overloaded with the new information. The red lines began to collect into a single line in front of him, and in a split second, it thrust itself into his chest, sending his consciousness into the back of wherever he was. Then his vision went black, sending him back into the dark abyss of unconsciousness

….

His eyes wanted to open badly, but the water he always had in his eyes before seemed absent each time he tried to blink. Simon raised his arm to his eyes and rubbed them slightly before opening them but a crack. A dark roof sat above his head, making him blink his eyes ever more, the moisture returning to them at a much faster rate.

"Wha-what?"

Simon was staring up at a hardly lit ceiling that stretched rather high above him. Confusion invaded his mind as he raised his arm to, in some way, reach towards the unreachable. A new sight came into his view, and a feeling as well. Connected to his arm were multiple white patches, and to them, white wires leading off to a strange machine that looked something like Leeron would have…

"Leeron? Yoko? Bro?"

Simon lifted himself from his position of lying down. His body only aching slightly as he reached the edge of what looked like a bed. He frantically looked around the now massive room, still sharing the same dark, lit atmosphere as the ceiling. He popped down onto the cold floor, his bare feet notifying him of his lack of previous clothing.

"What's-what's going on here? Bro!"

He took a few more steps forward, only to be stopped by the machine the wires were connected too. His view turned to it and a frown came to his face. Another tug of his arm and the wires till didn't come free. Simon glanced around the room once more and what looked to be the other side of the room lied another bed, and on it, a figure he knew all to well.

"Bro!"

He took another step forward, only to be stopped again by the machines wires. His hand grabbed ahold of the wires and with a yank, they flew free of his limbs. The feeling of freedom only sat for a second before the machine started to beep, red colors flashing on the screen. While Simon couldn't read, he did understand what those colors meant. With a quick movement, Simon was running towards Kamina who was beginning to move only slightly, muttering something loud enough for him to hear.

"Simon…drill… mole steak… haaaaaa" A large comical bubble appeared out of his nose as he rolled over onto his back, assuring Simon of his brothers safety. He shouted towards his sleeping brother. "Bro! We have trouble!"

The sleeping Kamina rose slowly, his eyes blinking as he turned towards Simon, opening wider at the sight of the red color in the background. He jumped out of the bed, much faster than Simon had anticipated, ripping the wires off of his body and having his eyes search around the room frantically for whatever it might be.

"Simon, what's going on?"

Simon ran up to Kamina and stopped, sliding into him from the slipperiness of the cold, hard floor. Simon looked up at Kamina, worry in his eyes. "Bro; our stuff, it's-it's gone!"

The look on Kamina's face shifted into one of worry, then to anger. He hand reached towards Simon's chest and the look lessened only slightly. He placed a hand on Simon's shoulder, looking into his eyes. "We've got this Simon. They didn't take anything that matters." He lifted up the small drill key in front of Simon. "Remember, this is part of you." He let it fall back down, and turned to the machines blaring out.

"Now then, where's out stuff?"

A quick glance around the large, mostly empty room besides the blaring machines and the beds they were sleeping on, it seemed almost like a large room of sorts. In the corner of his eye, a long table appeared and on it, various clothing pieces and other equipment that belonged to the two. A smile grew on Kamina's face as he pushed along Simon, his hand now on his back.

"Don't worry Simon, they made the vital mistake of letting us wake up at all." Kamina slapped the boy on the back, creating a large, red hand imprint upon it. Simon stumbled over to the table, his hands reaching the edge, and lying in front of him was his usual dark blue jacket with red stripes down the sleeves, and on the back was logo shared amongst team Dai-Gurren. His goggles sat with it along with his shoes and pants. Glancing over, he noticed that Kamina was already dressing himself in his usual clothing, the red cape as well. The sword was slung over his shoulder as he turned to face Simon, a smile on red pointed glasses on his face.

"Well then Simon, let's get Gurren Lagann back."

Simon nodded his head, only taking a step before stopping, turning to Kamina with a confused expression. "But Bro, where?"

Kamina placed his hand on his chin and pondered only a moment before setting his fist on his open hand. "We're connect Simon, Gurren Lagann and us. Our spirit will lead the way, and so-" picked up Simon and slung him over his shoulder, his younger brother overly surprised by this action. "Let's get our blood pumping; LET'S GO!" Then they ran, the machines still blaring in the background, the red light flooding the now empty room.

….

A large frown sat on the woman's face as the three stared at the mess in front of them. A table was flipped over, the two once medical machines that were hooked up to the two were now lying on the ground, blaring a broken warning as the screens were cut in half by what one could only assume to be the sword of the individual. The only other door leading out of this room was missing off its hinges and the door was lying on the ground, a foot imprint placed upon it.

"Oh my." Ozpin stood still while sipping from the white mug in his hand. His expressionless face showed little to no surprise to the situation in front of them when compared to his colleague next to him.

Needless to say, Glynda was furious at the sight. "This is why we needed at least some sort of attention on them Ozpin. Now we have two boys, of which we have no idea who they are, running around in a place they have no idea of, and heading towards the same mech that they were brought with. Why won't you just listen to me for once." A few presses on her scroll and it was closed rather quickly, her eyes piercing into Ozpins head.

The third individual in the room had a much different expression, or rather composition entirely. They kept a straight face, but seemed to share the same attitude as Glynda when it came to it. "Ms. Goodwitch is correct on this Ozpin, these two are much more trouble when it comes to their actions. I believe we'll have much more trouble if we allow them to reach at least one of their mechs. Thankfully, I already made the precaution of moving the large one to a different storage in case of this situation."

The two turned to the holographic figure, a questioning look on their faces as they did so. "Oh, my apologies. Did you not read the stories about them? I'll keep them to myself then. Call me Ron, and when the have the time, I'll contact you again. Bye bye you two." The figure bowed rather excessively while smiling, and with a blink they were gone. A small drone that now appeared above where the figure was standing blinked twice with a red color, then puffed into a small cloud of smoke.

Glynda turned to Ozpin. "What… what was that?"

The man smiled as he began to walk towards the broken door, his cane knocking the ground every so often. "Sometimes to many players on the board is a bad thing; I would personally call this an exciting development." Stepping through the door, the room was, not to his surprise, completely empty. He knew what was held in this room, a slew of electronic devices were tossed half hazardly into a corner, sharing the same fate as the medical machines only there being evidence of physical beating to it as well as shown by the fist markings.

What was supposed to still be in this room was the small head, looking mech, but now all they had was a pile of broken machines… and a massive hole in the wall. Glynda walked up to the hold, glancing inside before angrily turning around, a look of surprise on her face. "It's… I see light Ozpin."

His face turned to surprise for only a second before returning to normal. This area was created in such a way that there would only be one way in and one out, the single way out leading to the surface while the other doors would lead to special storage areas. Yet here it was, a hold the same size as the mech drilled into the wall, and with it, a path to the surface they wanted to hid it from.

A small sigh came from Ozpin, only sligh from Glynda's ears. "Oh dear… I guess those who understand chess can be a piece." He turned around, his back to Glynda; pulling out a scroll, he pressed a few buttons and a voice came from over it.

"What is it Oz?"

Ozpin stayed quiet for a second before speaking. "Could you possibly come back sooner Qrow; a bigger problem than expected has occurred."

Glynda shouted in the background. "How am I even supposed to fix this!?"

The man through the scroll let out a heart laugh before speaking up. "If it has her riled up, I'll be there any time."

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Hello everyone once again. This chapter is shorter than usual, but I just wanted to get something to start of the real meat of the pie… or whatever expression would best be used here; I'm bad at those if you couldn't tell. One fact I forgot to include last chapter was that the Grimm idea was taken from a monster in a series called 'Dune', one of which I heavily recommend. The Grimm was expansionally tuned down for reasons rather obvious when looking up the Sandworm, it would be almost impossible to fight normally.

Anyways, you are all wonderful, and I just want to say that you need to Believe in yourself. Not in the you who believes in me. Not the me who believes in you. Believe in the you who believes in yourself as with it, a feeling of wonder will fill your life if you follow it true to your heart. I'll say this every time from now on just to get it into your heads that all you are awesome, so keep it that way. Love yall… yeah, I'll use love in that way.