(Hey everyone, how's it going? I hope you're all going to have a great holidays.

As you know the last chapter revealed Predaking attempting to prove himself worthy of the belladonna family's trust by finding a place where the Faunus and Menagerie can grow beyond its borders to make life better for the Faunus that live on the island.

Then Adam came, wanting to recruit such a powerful Faunus to his cause only to mishear him and think that he was a weapon made by the humans to destroy the "true" faunus. Only to be beaten by the accused "fake" and ran away. Now the white fang know of his origins, but he was able to find a place that would work as a settlement away from Kuo Kuana and be able to expand.

Now then… let's see how Dreadwing and Weiss are doing, that should cheer us all up. And to everyone reading this chapter and my other chapters, we are now at the 100s for both favorites and follows for this story! So thank you again and now.

Reminder: This is a story that works in correlation with Ryujduge6614's "Transformers RWBY: The Flames of Redemption", but focuses on Blake and Weiss after the fall of Beacon.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything of Transformers Prime and RWBY they are the property of their respective owners.

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In the makeshift practice area of her room, Weiss held her sword at the ready. She steps back, twirled, a stream of blue-white light arrive from the tip of her sword. On the close of her twirl, Weiss held it aloft before striking the tip to the floor. A Summoning glyph appeared, the Arma Gigas' sword slowly, but surely beginning to emerge. Eyes shut as she concentrated, the power of her Summoning causing a small wind to blow the hair around her face. A somewhat muffled voice interrupted her, "Hello, sister."

Weiss turned to see her brother, Whitley standing there, propped up against the frame of her open door. The sword shattered and disappeared, the glyph faded after them. She saw he had bandages around his face, which made him look like a mummy with only one eye visible. (A/N: Think the comical kind of mummy from anime; like Zoft when he had bandages over his face from the show called "Slayers". Or Seiryu from "Tenchi Muyo".)

Groaning from seeing her brother, Weiss ordered, her word full of spite, "Leave."

"How hurtful. And here I am, about to offer you a favor." Whitley said, before telling her, "Father's taking me to town to introduce me to some of his business partners. I'd thought I'd see if you wanted me to pick up anything since you're... well, stuck here."

Having enough, Weiss asked, "Are you jealous? Is that it?"

"Whatever do you mean?" Whitley asked, honestly confused by his sibling's question.

Weiss pressed her questions, "Is that why you hate me? Are you jealous of my abilities? Of Winter's?"

Stepping away from the door frame, Whitley answered her pointless questions with his honest feelings about the subject, "Hmm... No, not really. Honestly, I find it barbaric. It's beneath people like me. Like Father. What can a single Huntsman possibly do that an army cannot? That's why we have one, even if it is run by a fool with insolent officers like that Seeker."

Weiss tighten her grip around the hilt of her weapon and repeated what she had told Whitley to do since he came to gloat, "I said, leave."

"Fine, fine. I've got better things to do." Whitley said, leaving, "Enjoy your... training, however pointless it is."

At the door, Whitley turned around, on hand on the jamb, "What is your plan, anyway? What do you hope to accomplish while trapped in your own bedroom? Talking to imaginary people who are not really there?"

Having had enough Weiss used her semblance to make a black glyph appeared on the open door, promptly swinging it shut on Whitley's briefly surprised face… well his surprised eye.

Weiss lowered her sword, Myrtenaster with a sigh and resumed her Summoning position. The glyph appeared and this time Weiss looked at the portrait of the Arma Gigas on the wall. She repeated the same twirl and stab. The glyph glowed brightly and spun faster. Remembering the conversations she had with the seeker captain since she began training in her room since her father's and brother's betrayal.

-{Flashback}-

Weiss had begun to focus on summoning again, trying to make it work on command rather than at random. But the more she spend on the summon glyph for the creature she had in mind the faster it had spun.

She stopped, her body getting tired after some time of no luck in summoning this time.

A series of beeps made her almost jump out of her skin as she looked at her dresser and saw the communicator that Dreadwing gave her beeping and lighting blinking.

Cautiously, Weiss approached the device and pressed on the blinking light, there was a small clear voice coming from the ear piece of the device, "Are you there? This is Dreadwing. Are you receiving this signal? Weiss Schnee?"

"Dreadwing?" Weiss asked, surprise etching her face as she looked at the device in her hand. The audio was coming in clearly as if he was in the room with her.

"I'm pleased you kept my communicator with you." Dreadwing said through the device, making Weiss blink more. He seemed really glad that she kept his contraption for some reason.

A moment of silence and he told her, "Unless you wish your traitorous relations to find my comm device, I'd advise you to put it in your ear."

Weiss put it in her ear as she asked, "Like this?"

"Perfect, I'm receiving you loud and clear." He told her, making her feel glad she can talk to someone, though she's able to speak to her trusty butler, Klien, he's otherwise busy with the house and to keep her father or brother from getting suspicious as to think they were planning something foolish, in their opinion.

Weiss sat down on her bed as she asked, "How is it that you're able to get a clear signal from Atlas Academy? It's almost several hundred miles away from here?"

"The technology of my people can almost ensure anything." Dreadwing told her. She thought he was joking, as everyone knows Atlas is the technological advanced kingdom on Remnant.

However, he wasn't laughing and she asked, "Seriously?"

"Do you doubt what is in your hand?" Dreadwing asked, meaning the device in her hand. She had to admit it not only functions better but it does look more advanced than anything she'd seen.

Weiss then asked, "Fine then, just where are you from if not from Atlas?"

"That is… I'm trying to remember… When I awoke I found myself in your kingdom's territories and on an operation table." He said, pausing at the beginning, "My ship was on autopilot when it crashed and I walked a long trek before collapsing into the cold and the snow."

Weiss wasn't sure if he was telling the truth or if he was delirious from the operation, however he did say, "I do remember the actions that led me to Atlas."

She remained silent as he told his story, she couldn't believe how he had suffered much in a civil war. And all because of the arrogance of people in the high class, similar to her. But to feel your sibling's death and find out that sibling was being used in an experiment by use of some dark Dust to make it into an undead weapon. What sort of leader would allow such actions or people to continue? She then heard how the general saved his life by using Atlesian technology to help sustain his aura and prolong his life.

"So you have a device that helps you stay alive?" Weiss asked, surprised to hear that the general would do that for a stranger, however she suspected that it may be due to him wanting answers.

"Yes, however he merely stated that he wanted my aid in understanding my people's technology after he helped me understand the outside world more, as such the different species of Grimm." Dreadwing said as Weiss sat down on her bed.

Weiss wasn't sure if the general was playing him or if he truly trusted Dreadwing enough to save him.

For the next couple of days the two continued their talk whenever they knew they were not listened into by someone they knew would take the communicators away from them. Since then they had gotten to know each other in a familiar manner. It wasn't on her latest attempt of summoning that Dreadwing contacted her. She, however, asked with hostility, "What is it?!"

Dreadwing remained silent as he asked, "Is... something the matter?"

Weiss took a deep breath as she explained why she was so upset. She then looked out the window with a heavy sigh, "I honestly don't know what I'm doing one with this when it worked during the Fall of Beacon and when i was upset at the charity event."

Dreadwing had remained silent as he absorbed the information before he told her, "I don't know of why it wouldn't work for you. But when it involved my twin, Skyquake I imagine myself asking for his help rather than ordering it."

"Even though it's just a memory of him and not actually him?" Weiss asked, curious by Dreadwing actually still considers the summon made by his memories to be the same as his real twin rather than just a summon.

There was a slight pause before he replied, "Yes…Despite the fact that he is no longer among us, the fact that it has his face, his personality, and some of his memories show that it is still a person. And in any situation you must request their aid rather than just commanding it as a tyrant."

"Isn't a tyrant's rule what you are trying to escape from, Ms. Schnee?" Dreadwing asked her.

It caused Weiss to remain silent as she said quietly, "Yeah, I guess I am…"

-{Flashback end}-

With those words in mind Weiss began to visualize herself and the one she wanted to summon. Asking for it to come to her aid rather than ordering it.

The books shook in the bookcase on the wall. One particular tome, decorated with floral relief, fell off the shelf.

The window burst outward as the room is consumed in a bright white light. The light abated to reveal Weiss covering her eyes with her arm. The door to her room was pushed open by Klein, the expression of worry and urgency on his face as he asked, "Miss Schnee! Are you alright?!"

The butler's eyes widen and he leaned backwards, looking amazed. Weiss smiles at him and turns to face the Arma Gigas she successfully summoned, to which she answered, "Yes."

The Arma Gigas went to one knee and bowed to Weiss. Looking out the broken window, Weiss told her faithful butler, "Klein, I need a favor."

Klein nodded determinedly. Willing to do anything for the one whom he saw as the true heir of the Schnee name. Before anyone else could come Weiss slipped the communicator into his hand and said, "When the time's right send a message to Dreadwing Seeker, telling him what we're going to do."

Klein blinked surprised she was going to consort with someone who harmed Whitley, though he did deserve doing something like that, he could've done it more civilly than punching the boy in the face, which made Jacques to call a physician to come and discreetly bandage Whitley's face.

However, the expression on the young Schnee's face had been able to convince him to do as she asked.

Dreadwing had been cooped up in his room as punishment for what had happened in the Schnee estate. But since then he began training, keeping himself in shape while in confinement. Since he gave Weiss one of his makeshift comms device based on his own Cybertronian comms he's been in regular contact, once a day. Until he got one message from the butler, Klein, requesting his help in getting Weiss out of the mansion which had become her prison and then out of the kingdom to Mistral.

Seeing as she was the key to his mission, and taken an interest in Weiss defying her father's tyrannical will, he accepted.

He heard the lock on the other side of the door opening as he looked and saw Ironwood approach. Looking up, Ironwood, said in a more stoic manner, "I see you've been keeping yourself busy since your confinement."

"Just because I have been confined to the quarters you provided me, does not mean I should simply sit by while time pass. The only way a soldier truly loyal to a cause could " Dreadwing told him, getting himself out of what exercise he was doing and dropped down on the floor.

Ironwood studied him, as if to sense deception of any kind, however, he did not find any. He went to the window to look at the scenery outside and said, "You've made no attempts to break out or sneak off somewhere. I could only assume that you know of the grave error in judgement you made when you were last at the Schnee estate."

"Yes sir." Dreadwing said, as a soldier would expect from one of a lower rank.

"Get yourself cleaned up and dressed in that armor of yours. We need to go on a trip." Ironwood told the seeker.

Before he was able to pass through the doorframe, Dreadwing asked, "Where?"

"The Schnee estate." Ironwood told him before he left the room.

Dreadwing stared, surprised by the turn of fate, before he went to take a shower, a curious device that humans made to clean themselves. He finished cleaning himself of the sweat and filth while he had gained during his workout since his confinement.

He went over to the pieces of his armor and placed them over the suit he had as they uncompressed themselves and became the suit of armor that looked like his Cybertronian body, though altered to look like a human's suit of armor. Well given he is a human now, it'd make sense.

As he rearmed himself, Dreadwing exited his room, where two guards were waiting for him. Escorting him to where Ironwood was waiting and they both got into the vehicle they were using before being driven away to the estate.

They arrived sometime afterwards and stepped out to meet with Klein who led them to where Jacques was waiting for them. The moment he saw the armored individual, Jacques almost lost control and asked with great hostility, "What is he doing here?"

"Dreadwing here is to ensure my safety while I talk to you about the matter we discussed over the scroll." Ironwood told the corrupted billionaire. Jacques was fuming so much that Dreadwing could see a vein forming on the white hair man's head.

Glaring more at the general, Jacques relented, "Fine, but he better behave if he knows what's good for him."

Dreadwing narrowed his eyes before he agreed to the terms. Ironwood then had him wait outside of the office while Klein had drinks served for the two men before he left in the direction of Weiss' room.

After making sure she had what she needed, Weiss stepped out of her bedroom, carrying a white suitcase and her sword, Myrtenaster. She looked around cautiously, her footsteps resounded loudly in the ornate hallway. She jumped a bit and gasped quietly when Klein appeared right behind her. He puts his finger to his lips and shushed her before he smiled, in a whisper, "Let's go. He's waiting for us."

The two move quickly across the carpet, their footsteps muffled. Side by side, they went down the staircase and clicked their way across the entrance hall. They are moving down another hallway when Klein's Scroll buzzes. They both look at it with squinty eyes, before the butler answered, "Master Whitley. I... um... yes, of course. I'll be just a moment."

He ended the conversation on his scroll off and tucked it away. Whispering to Weiss, Klein told her, "Head to the first floor library. I'll meet you and Mr. Seeker there."

They separate, going in opposite directions. Weiss had reached her father's office where she saw that Dreadwing had stood guard over it. They're eyes met and he pressed his finger to his own mouth as he gestured with his eyes, to warned her of both Ironwood and her father being inside. She nodded and soon crept outside her father's study door when she heard a glass crash followed by the rising voice of James Ironwood. She crouched behind a cushioned chair against the wall. Dreadwing looked over, wondered what's going on in there. However, he got his answer in the form of the two men loud voices.

"You need to control yourself!"

"You're talking to me about control? Do you even hear what you're saying?"

"I am basing everything on my reports from your daughter."

"A daughter you stole!"

Weiss moved closer to the door to listen. Dreadwing remained where he was as he could hear them perfectly fine where he was.

"Oh, we are not getting into that again."

"Oh, yes, we have far more pressing matters to discuss, starting with your apparent lunacy! Especially having a psychotic juvenile as that Seeker fellow serving under you! Or do you need to remember what that out of control subordinate did to my son?!"

"Jacques!"

They heard Jacques as he sat at his desk while Ironwood sighed heavily, before he began to explain about the reports he mentioned earilier, "Winter is one of my best. If she's telling me there's a threat in Mistral then I am not going to take that news lightly. She's been there for weeks, people are mobilizing, sudden spikes in weapons and Dust trades. Someone is about to make a play and I do not trust Leo to stop them."

Jacques then sneered, "You've never trusted anyone other than yourself! Other than that Seeker boy!"

"And for good reason!"

Weiss covered her mouth with her hand as she gasps at the sound of Ironwood slamming his fist onto the desk. Dreadwing looked shocked by the outburst within the office.

"If Oz had just listened to me from the start..." Ironwood paused, as if remembering someone close to him was too painful to continue. Dreadwing could sympathize as he had done that for Skyquake in the past.

"You need to get a grip." Jacque told the general, his tone suggesting that he was on the side of caution while trying to keep that superior tone of his.

Ironwood however told him, "That's exactly what I'm doing. Our people need protection. By this time next week, the Kingdom of Atlas will be officially closing its borders. No one in; no one out. Without the council's permission."

Jacques snorted, "You mean, without your permission?"

"And if that becomes the case, I would think you'd want to be on my good side." Ironwood warned, before he let slip, "Considering how our kingdom's means of defending ourselves will be elevated thanks to that 'psychotic juvenile' as you called him. I would think you would want to be on his good side as well in the weeks to come."

Dreadwing's eyes widened at the claim. So, that was the general's game. Treating him as though he was the general's own offspring. It was all a ploy to lower his guard and use his technology to improve their own. Whether it was for warfare or for defense as he was told when they first met months ago, Dreadwing didn't care, the pain of betrayal caused him to remember the pain he felt from being shot again by someone he previously trusted. He could feel Weiss' eyes on him. His fists clenched, Dreadwing pulled out his remote and began to put in a series of preprogrammed commands to some of the mines that Ironwood had in that container of his. A surprise for the not so honest general when he returned to the lab.

This must've peaked Jacques' interest as they heard him ask, "What ARE you talking about?"

"Remain in my good side and you'll find out." Ironwood told him, before he turned and walked towards the door, leaving Jacques to sigh and fold his hands.

Outside the door, Weiss heard him coming and uses Myrtenaster to cast a black Glyph onto the handle. When Ironwood tries to leave, the handle turns but the door will not open, despite him shaking it. He then said to the billionaire, "It's locked."

"What are you talking about?" the pair heard Weiss' father asked.

Ironwood must've begun to slam into the door. It wouldn't budge. Weiss turned and the two of them made their way down the hall across the carpet while a couple more bangs come from the door. Dreadwing ignored Ironwood called for him. As to ask him what's going on.

They reached the library, but it was empty. Dreadwing was on guard after this, and drew his pistol out, as if he expected an ambush. Looking to her, he asked, "Are you certain this is where your servant said he would meet us?"

She nodded before calling for him, as quietly as she could, "Klein! Klein, where are you?

A hidden door in the corner opens, revealing Klein, red-eyed and with an accent, telling her, "Keep your voice down, I told you I'd be here."

Weiss rushes over, dropping both sword and suitcase in order to hug Klein with both arms. He returns the hug and his eyes turn back to normal.

"Are you sure Mistral is safe? And with him?" Klein asked, gesturing to the on-guarded Seeker.

With a step backwards, Weiss clasped her hands formally in front of her, "No, but it's where I'll find Winter. And Dreadwing's the only one I can count on once we leave this place."

Klein, spoke with eyes that have turned light brown, "I suppose she'd be the only family you have left after tonight."

She placed her hand on his shoulder, Weiss said, warmly, "I'll always have you."

Klein gave her a fatherly smile and said to her, "You most certainly will."

A loud bang from further in the house made them both look. It was clear to the three of them that the two men in power had gotten out of the study.

"Klein?! Klein, get down here this instant!" Klein's shoulders slumped at the sound of his employer's calling.

Looking to the pair he told them, "Go, now."

Weiss grabbed her things and gone through the secret passage in the corner of the library.

Dreadwing was about to follow her when he felt a hand on his shoulder and saw Klein looked into his eyes, and said to him, "Take care of her."

That moment, Dreadwing felt something in his spark that he had not felt since before the war. He took a determined expression on his face and nodded before following her into the passage.

She paused to turn and look at the butler one more time, "Thank you, Klein."

He nodded and shut the door behind her.

As the two continued their way, Dreadwing paused, remembered something from the past as he stopped in his tracks. Seeing, and hearing, the man in the advanced armor not following her, Weiss asked, "What are you doing?"

"Just remembering something I need to do before we proceed further." Dreadwing told her as he drew his sword and knelt before her like the Arma Gigas had done when she had successfully summoned it.

Before Weiss could ask him what he was doing, Dreadwing spoke, "I swear on my name, life, and honor that I will protect you with the last of my strength until death takes my spark. While I live, no harm shall come to you. While I am here, no enemy shall target you. And if I should prove to be unfit to be your protector then I will pay for my crime against you. For I now live to serve your will and your will alone, My lady, Weiss."

As he made his oath, Weiss felt her cheeks heat up as they would look pink by this old, archaic manner of a promise that this armored soldier was doing. It felt like one of the old stories of knights and princesses that she remembered Klein reading to her before she went to bed in her early childhood.

It had certainly surprised her that someone she met at the charity event would now be swearing his life to be there to protect her. This act and his words had touched her, as until they can find Winter, he is the only one she can trust and he wants her to know she can trust him. Dreadwing remained where he was before Weiss told him, "Uhh… Thank you."

But looking back the way they came, she told him, "We should get going before they find out where we are."

Getting back to his feet, Dreadwing sheathed his sword, "At once, lady Weiss."

The two then proceeded to leave the passage out of the estate grounds before any of Jacque's men could find them.

Once they had gotten out they then began to make their way to the docks where they found a pilot who was getting his ship ready. While Dreadwing watched out for anyone, Weiss told the captain what she needed him to do and gave him a considerable amount of Lien as payment. At first the pilot thought this was a joke, but seeing how much she was willing to pay him, he began to think they were either serious or they were eloping due to some high class reason. The pilot accepted the cards, leaned against his ship, as he began counting the cards in his hands.

After counting he looked at the pair and told them, "Okay, you two can hide out back in the cargo hold. I'll take you as far as I can, but if we get caught, you're both on your own. Understand?"

Weiss nodded, accepting the terms. She looked back to her new knight, "Dreadwing."

"Coming, my lady." He told her as he followed her inside the airship. The pilot let them sit in the cargo hold while he went to get the ship ready for departure. Weiss sat on her suit case while Dreadwing stood across from her, feeling the airship lift into the air and flew in the direction of their destination, Mistral.

After he had decided that Weiss was safe where she was Dreadwing went to wash his face, his helmet retracted back into his armor as he went to wash his face. After he had done that, he then looked into his own reflection, Dreadwing could see signs of fatigue on his human face. His reflection began to ripple before it reformed itself into that of Optimus Prime.

"What brings you to me, Optimus Prime?" Dreadwing asked the Prime.

Optimus remained silent as he told the seeker, "I have been curious as to your progress, but seeing your current location, I can only assume that you are no longer in the kingdom of Atlas."

"Correct. I had to rescue lady Weiss when her father and brother betrayed her. We are now on an aircraft heading to Mistral to find her older Sibling, Winter Schnee." Dreadwing reported. He clenched his fists at the memory.

Optimus noticed the anger in the seeker and spoke, "Dreadwing, unlike most of our race you are one of the only Cybertronians to know a semblance of the human concept of family due to your bond with your twin, Skyquake."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Dreadwing asked, eyes narrowed in a glare at the prime. He didn't understand why he was bringing that up when why was betrayed by her family.

So Optimus explained, "What she needs until she finds her sister is for someone to show her that they are on her side more than anything right now."

"I can agree with you there, but right now, Lady Weiss needs to recuperate her strength for the journey to find her sibling in the kingdom of Mistral." Dreadwing told the prime who nodded back in agreement.

"Be cautious, there are many criminal organizations and groups that would do anything to capture her and use her as a bargaining chip for their needs, in Anima." Optimus warned.

Dreadwing nodded before he offered a suggestion, "Whoever you have guarding the other members of the silver-eyed girl's team, you may wish to inform them of our arrival so we may rendezvous with them to provide more protection for the members of her team."

Optimus remained silent, not sure how to do that as he had not told either Megatron or Soundwave about the other two guardians of team RWBY. For reasons of a confliction of interest between the two who are seeking redemption, and the two who are looking for hope for the ones they held dear. If either of them knew about Megatron being on Remnant… Optimus looked away in worry at what might occur, especially when Megatron terminated Dreadwing and played Predaking by causing the death of his Predacon brethren on Earth and then played him for a fool.

"Is something the matter?"

Dreadwing's voice got the Last Prime out of his thoughts before he turned to the human seeker and only said, "I will… do something…"

He then disappeared from the mirror, leaving Dreadwing to stare at his reflection confused. In all the time he had faced Optimus Prime in battle, he had never looked very worried before. What could have caused him to have an expression of concern and fear on his face?

(The plot thickens…how will Ironwood and Jacques react to both the second Schnee daughter, and the young captain gone? What will Dreadwing and Weiss face as they have now stowaway onboard a merchant ship? Let me know what you thought of the chapter in a review.

And will someone please tell us why is Optimus so nervous about Dreadwing's suggestion?! I'm open to any guesses or theories why he doesn't think that would be a good idea for both "teams" to know about each other.

Find out on the tenth chapter of Transformers RWBY: The Light of Hope. HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYBODY!)