'Awaken!' A voice bellowed through the Krieg Sniper's ears, he jumped up even with his sore body protesting immensely. The environment around him put him on edge, there was no snow, ice, or even evidence that he was in the same war torn city. He was in a forest, a red forest.

Looking down he saw that he was still in his uniform, the chainsword he had slept quietly next to him, its teeth unmoving and the engine silent. Rearming himself with the sword he upholstered his bolt pistol, rotating his shoulders he found that the Long-las was firmly strapped on waiting patiently for its turn to help end the life of either heretic or xeno, it truly didn't matter.

'Where the frak am I?' Was the first thought that ran through his head, the winterized battlefield was long gone because this planet was obviously in a spring time season or something close. Time never really mattered to the Sniper, there were so many different time zones in the galaxy that people went by so he long abandoned trying to remember them all.

Taking cautious steps forward, eyes darting with his head on a swivel and his fingers gripping the handle of his bolt pistol, he remembered the Warp Gate the Chaos priest opened and suspected he was propelled through it. Although why hadn't the unholy denizens of the Warp taken him he did not know.

Perhaps the Emperor has spared him? Instead of having his soul torn to shreds by the perverted despicable powers of the Warp HE rescued the Sniper and has now sent him to an Imperial world that needs protection? Or maybe the Warp had been set on random and set him to an unknown world… if that was even possible?

Survival training began to kick in as he attempted to locate the planet's life giving star, it was still high up in the sky signifying that the day has only started. He began to curiously venture out into the forest in the hopes that he'd eventually stumble upon a settlement of some sort, the possibility of this world being an agricultural world was high do to the lack of smog smothering the sky which would've been his landmark for a Hive city or any city for that matter.

Finding no other option he began to march with the chainsword leaning against his shoulder.

Beacon Academy…

Inside the most prestige's Huntsman training school in all of Remnant sat the charismatic Headmaster of the school monitoring his students on their newest assignment with his assistant and best friend, Glynda Goodwitch. He had already known that something had been off with a young mister Jaune Arc, it didn't take him long to figure out his credentials were forged, and it most certainly didn't take an expert in psychology that another boy, Cardin Winchester, had discovered that Jaune used fake papers to get into Beacon Academy and was currently black mailing him.

Now he had several options, all of which could be used to discipline the boys if not flat out expulse them. But the Headmaster was kind hearted and a little bit curious on Jaune's adaptability in a situation he could not run from, perhaps he could make something of himself yet.

What he was not expecting however was for camera eight three-A to go through a fit of static before revealing a purple-black portal of some sort spit a person out of it; said person was armed with an assortment of weaponry Ozpin had never laid eyes on before, the person's clothing was also one of the most disturbing things he's ever seen as well.

The obvious signs of battle ware foretold that the person was a warrior, his mask was decorated with a skull face almost like the White Fang terrorists only it was in the form of a human skull, perhaps to intimidate ones enemy. Interesting…

Back to our Krieger…

The forest was quiet, temperate with a soft breeze whistling past the ears with calmness. Everything about this forest was a red flag for the Krieg Sniper, nothing can be this peaceful, there had to be an ambush somewhere just waiting for him. Maybe this wasn't even a planet but a dream created by a Daemon to steal his soul and corrupt his mind? That theory had some points behind it; he was blown through a Warp Gate after all.

But even if this was a Daemonic trick it was just too… wrong, even for the Warp and its venomous lies. The Krieg Sniper spotted a river one hundred yards away from him; his canteen could feel heavier now that he thought of it.

The water was unbelievably clean; with a silent prayer of gratitude to the God Emperor he refilled his canteen twice after drinking his fill from the first time. His face could use cleaning too, his eye pieces were still giving a light purple from the xeno blood that had started to frost over on it.

He hated it when the enemy made his face dirty.

With little effort in actually cleaned off rather easily, his face was now cleaner than a Commissar's boots on inspection day. He now turned his attention to his uniform; it was covered in dried mud and multiple blood types and colors. Cleaning it was out of the question for now, perhaps later when he wasn't in such an open area for ambush.

Forever Fall Forest, Glynda Goodwitch…

The mission was an overall success, although it most certainly could've gone better. Cardin Winchester and his cowardly teammates not only nearly killed each other but they abandoned Cardin himself when he got pinned by an Ursa. Strangely enough however Jaune Arc was for once able to handle the situation.

A beeping noise brought the Professor away from her thought, it was the Headmaster calling, "Goodwitch speaking."

Ozpin's upper body and desk appeared on her screen, but what disturbed her was that his normally stoic expression was deadest serious, "Professor Goodwitch, I have a new assignment for the students and it will require extreme caution."

"What? This soon after their latest one?"

"Yes I'm afraid so, the mission is actually relatively close to your position and I suggest extreme caution. Otherwise I would've sent a second, possibly third year team to greet our new… guest." Before she could protest or inquire further as to the identity of this 'guest' a separate feed appeared next to Ozpin's.

The video came from a camera plagued with static, however the static began to clear up and what she saw greatly disturbed her; a portal of some sort came from practically nowhere and it spat out what appeared to be a human being, a human being trying to mimic the Grim Reaper better than Ruby Rose and her scythe.

She was utterly speechless, so many possible scenarios went through her head and all of them did not end well for her students, "I'm not sure if they are ready for this Ozpin, this… thing may attack them on sight."

"I realize that is a possibility Ms. Goodwitch, but I am certain if a cautious approach is taken then we may be able to engage in dialogue with this strange visitor. I'm currently prepping a ship to go there myself; I just need you to make sure he doesn't get ambushed by the Grimm or do anything regrettable."

Goodwitch sighs, "Alright then, I'll try my best."

"Good luck."

'I have a feeling that I'll need it.' Goodwitch thought grimly as she looked at the students. Putting on her usual stern face she clears her throat, "Listen up, the Headmaster has just informed me that there is someone in the forest that requires our aid, teams RWBY and JPNR are to accompany me. CRDL is to stay here and guard the ship."

No protest came from team CRDL as they still had their tales between their legs; team RWBY and JPNR however gave each other concerned looks, worrying if the stranger was in any immediate danger.

Back to our Krieger…

The wounds he sustained weren't life threatening, which meant he was still fit to serve the Emperor and still fit to ram his boot down a heretic's throat. Observing his surroundings once more to confirm that he was in fact alone he preceded to field strip his Long-las and convert it to a lasrifle for the time being.

A Long-las uses more charge than the lasrifle in exchange for more damage done to the target, lasrifles also charge faster which is why he didn't convert to a Hellgun, then again that would also take longer for him to convert and time was never on his side.

With his flashlight rifle in proper condition he loads the spare parts for the Long-las into his backpack for safe keeping. One would never know when they would need to adapt to the battlefield, the Death Korps always had their regular guardsman, they always had their Grenadiers, but he was one of the special kinds of Grenadiers. One out of every two hundred would show a trait like his, they were at times referred to as Todeskommandos or DeathCommandoes, they were highly adaptable and highly lethal Grenadiers.

Slinging the rifle across his back and cracking his stiff neck he began his march down the way the river flowed, if memory best served him less advanced worlds typically kept close to the rivers for nourishment.

Hopefully it wouldn't take too long for him to find a settlement and if the Emperor allows it, allow him to establish communications with the Imperial Guard. He didn't get ten paces until he faintly heard the crunch of leaves; swiftly he took cover behind a tree with his chainsword gripped tightly in his left hand and his right hand cocking the bolt pistol slow enough to have it not utter a sound. Taking a cautious look he began to size up the people that came down from a path that came from over a hill.

'Nine contacts, one adult female and eight juvies around my age, light armor on several individuals while the rest seemed to be I civilian attire carrying small to medium sized objects. Said objects maybe be collapsible weapons, one rapier was visible on a girl wearing white, while one redhead had a bronze shield, and a blonde boy hand a one handed broad sword accompanied with a shield: threat levels moderate.' He thought computer-like, the odds of these being regular children was low considering how some were armed. The next step would have to be an earth shattering surprise.

He spun around the tree corner with the bolt pistol aimed for the older woman, "Hands up." They froze stiff with startled turning terrified expressions, "Don't move a muscle."

The woman leading the group took a small intake of air before she nervously cleared her throat, "M-my name is Glynda Goodw-" She stopped mid-sentence as bolt was discharged passing right by her head.

She turned around frantically fearing a student was shot, but was relieved and terrified to see an Ursa Minor with its head in pieces and a large gaping hole going through its shoulder out through its back. The beast fell over a second after its death, twitching as it started to disintegrate.

The Krieg Sniper walked over to the dead beast and gave it a good kick to make sure it was dead, "Pathetic beast." He turned his attention back to the woman and walked right up to her weapons in hand, "State your name, occupation, and residency of home world and its segmentum identification."

Goodwitch blinked dumbfound, "W-what?"

"What is the name of this world civilian, I will not ask once more."

That sounded like a threat to Goodwitch, but then again the stranger just saved them from a Grimm none of them noticed, "My name is Glynda Goodwitch, I am a Professor at Beacon Academy. I also live in a Professor's dormitory in the Academy, but I don't know what you mean by this… Segmentum? But the planet is called Remnant, and we are currently in Forever Fall Forest, located on the continent of Vytal near the Kingdom of Vale."

The Krieger was silent, confused by this new information. This planet, Remnant, must've been cut off from the Imperium for quite some time to not recognize a member of the Imperial Guard and to not even know the name of their Segmentum.

Goodwitch cleared her throat again, "If I may ask, what is your name and where do you come from?"

The question broke the Krieger out of his trance, deciding that the people he's encountered are not hostile he holstered his pistol. Clicking the heels of his boots and giving a crisp salute he sounded off with heavy monotone, "345768-008976- Hansel of the 263th Death Korps of Krieg Siege Regiment, designation: Grenadier DeathKommando. Planet of origin: Krieg, Segmentum Tempestus. Imperium of Man's Imperial Guard."

Glynda was not able to come up with anything; she was absolutely speechless at what he just said. She wanted to call bullshit but she saw the footage of his arrival and it honestly scared her. Everything about him was off; she detected no emotion from his voice.

"How old are you?" Hansel turned his attention to a girl with black hair wearing a bow on her head; she looked distressed but also curious about his origins.

"Seventeen, the conscription process for Kriegans begins as soon as we learn to crawl." He raised his brow to the chorus of gasps and… sympathetic looks?

"Ahem." Hansel snapped his head towards a gray haired man wearing green and black coming towards the group walking with a cane, "Mr. Hansel, I would with your permission like to introduce myself."

Hansel eyed the man curiously, "You may."

"My name is Headmaster Ozpin, and I would like to formally welcome you to Remnant. Now if you would kindly follow me I'm sure we can straighten out certain matters."

Hansel silently stared at the 'Headmaster' as he called himself, "I will follow you. However if you try anything, know that you forfeit not only your life but all of theirs as well."

The Headmaster meets Hansel's stare, "Are saying that you'd take on eight huntsmen and huntresses in training and two Veteran Huntsmen alone?"

"In life war. In death peace. In life, shame, in death atonement. I don't care if you ten are Daemon possessed Space Marines I will kill you all or die trying. Don't do anything you'd regret." Hansel stood his ground, ignorance was never accepted by or from Kriegans, it didn't matter if they were Warp Spawned monstrosities or lowly civilians. You will know very early on that killing means nothing to them.

"Very well then, come with me please." Ozpin motioned over the hill, much to the confusion of his students and assistant as they were still stunned by Hansel's blatant death threat to everyone.


Well here's his first interaction with the cast, less blood than I expected. Hansel is his name because just about everyone else was originally based off an older tales character.