Hi Ho everyone! I'm back and ready for more! After the surprisingly positive reviews of the first chapter, I am continuing this story. Granted, it is going to take a back seat in comparison to my other stories but I'm just glad to give people out there a good story to read. If you can't find anything good to read or if you don't know where to look, check out my other story Fairy Tail Super Saiyan, it's about as generic as it sounds but I am really trying to deviate from the DB OC norm. I haven't been too successful yet but I would truly appreciate the support. Now I am going to establish something for this fic, it's not just going to be Uncharted and RWBY. I am going to incorporate characters and concepts from other comics and tv shows into it, like RvB. But this will fic be mainly focused on the two categories it is in. Also, for those who are curious, yes, I am going to find some way to involve team RWBY into this story. But it probably won't be for a long time so don't hold your breath. There's a lot I still want to do, also I don't know what Nate's semblance should be. I was thinking of something to do with gold but I'm not sure. If you have any idea of a semblance that matches Nate's adventurous 'devil may care' personality. Feel free to post suggestions of it in your reviews.

If I owned RWBY, I would put in more money for the fighting animation of volume 5, other than that it was fine.

If I owned Uncharted, I would have done absolutely nothing, the series is perfect… What?

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Winter stood in front of her General with her arms behind her back and her head held high, just like she was taught. On the inside though, she felt absolute shame for letting an unknown adversary get away with vital Atlas papers.

"Schnee," General Ironwood interrupted her thoughts. "Can you describe the man you confronted?" The general was an intimidating man, standing at a height of nearly six feet, wearing the white and gray attire fitting a general with his broad physique. He had combed, short, black hair with grey accenting the sides. On his forehead was a small metal plate right above his right eyebrow, presumably there to hold together some sort of stitch or injury.

"Yes, sir," Winter nodded, dutifully. "Subject had brown hair and blue eyes, stood at average height and above average physique, and was armed with a machete/assault rifle hybrid, specifically the AK-47 model."

The General nodded and turned to one of the computer monitors aboard the airship. "Nicole, see if you can run through the database looking for anyone matching that description."

"Of course, sir," The attendant replied before turning back to her screen to do just that.

Winter waited patiently but something was bugging her in the back of her head. "Sir, if you don't mind me asking," She began as the General turned to her. "What kind of information was on that ship?"

Ironwood was silent for a moment as if contemplating what to tell her. "Tell me, Schnee, have you heard of Hans Christia?"

Winter's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "The palace of diamonds?" She asked. "Surely, sir, you don't believe in such a tail?"

If the General was offended, he didn't show it, he actually looked amused. "A few years ago, I would have been just as skeptical as you are," He shook his head "but due to certain… revelations I have learned that even the craziest of fictions are based on some semblance of reality. After all I've seen, a hidden palace of rocks doesn't seem too far fetched."

Winter nodded, but something was still bothering her. "Understood sir, but why all this effort? No offense, but based on truth or not, legends are still legends, shouldn't we put our resources into something just a bit more realistic?"

The General's expression then became a grim one as he looked at his top specialist. "I want you to look at something, Schnee." The General walked past her to a large screen at the end of the bridge. "Open the file," He commanded another nearby keyboarder.

The employee nodded as he inputted commands into his terminal. Soon, an image appeared on the screen and Winter had to catch herself before gasping out in pure shock. What was shown on the screen was an absolute massacre. She recognized it as an Atlas base but the white uniform look of the Atlas Military was stained by the color of blood. All over the ground were the bodies of Atlas soldiers and employees, either beaten to death or completely torn apart into nearly unrecognizable piles of red flesh.

"Was…" Winter paused to swallow the oncoming vomit. "Was it the Grimm? Or the White Fang?" She knew that the peace-turned-terrorist organization hated the Atlas Military more than anyone, but they would never go this far. Yet… All Atlas personnel are trained to defeat all types of Grimm from day one. How could an Atlas base be overrun so easily?

The General shook his head. "Neither, this base was filled with our top soldiers that were assigned to notify us of the slightest chance of a Grimm attack, yet we never even came across any distress signal in the days prior discovering this," He said, gesturing his hand to the screen. "While the Grimm are powerful and plentiful, they will never be discreet enough to slaughter an entire base before we could hear about it," The general rubbed his head in uncertainty. "As for the White Fang, their attacks are usually much more organized than this, and usually carry some sort of message in order to frighten the people. This attack, however, came out of nowhere, was executed mercilessly, and only one thing was taken."

Winter tore her eyes off the screen to look at her General. "What did they take, sir? Dust? Weapons?"

"Information," Ironwood answered. "Our terminals were hacked and all our files on this supposed 'palace of diamonds' were stolen."

Ironwood turned to Winter with a stern look in his eye. "However, this isn't the only one. A multitude of our bases all over the four kingdoms have suffered a fate like this. Every time, it's the same story. Everyone there is slaughtered, all our files on Hans Christia is stolen, and all that's left… is this message." As he finished, another image appeared on the screen, this one was of a bloodstained wall with a single sentence carved into it by a blade.

Winter looked at the message on the screen and felt her mouth go dry. Whatever this thing was… it scared her.

"Sir," Winter was interrupted from her thoughts from the Atlas employee from earlier called out. "I've found someone matching the description." Winter and Ironwood turned to the screen.

"That's him," Winter identified. It was indeed the same man she had encountered on the abandoned ship.

"Subject is Nathan Drake," The attendant reported as she brought up all his information. "May or may not be his actual name. Claims to be the descendant of the famous adventurer Sir Francis Drake."

Winter just rolled her eyes. Who was this 'Nathan Drake' trying to fool? Everyone knew Francis Drake never had any children.

"Subject is charged with eight cases of theft," The Atlas employee continued. "And fourteen cases of trespassing. Served time in a multitude of prisons but never stayed in one place too long." She continued to list things off. "Relationship status: single." She didn't continue at the weird looks her commanding officers were giving her.

"Nicole," Ironwood said with a raised eyebrow. "Why would we need to know about his love life?"

The attendant blushed profusely and started sputtering "W-well sir, i-it's just one of the things that showed up and you asked me and I-I thought… nevermind," She trailed off as she looked down at her keyboard in embarrassment.

"Anyway," The General cleared his throat. "Schnee, I need you to find this Nathan Drake character and recover those files. Whatever is destroying our facilities is obviously chasing after Hans Christia, whatever that reason may be. Our best course of action right now is to find the biggest lead and wait for it to come. Once it comes looking for the palace of diamonds, you will confront it, and neutralize it."

"Of course, sir," Winter nodded, dutifully. She turned towards the big screen again, the message dug into the metal and covered in blood. For some reason, those four words chilled her to her very core.

We are the Meta

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The jeep pulled to a stop in the middle of a frozen field and Nathan Drake quickly hopped out.

"You sure this is the right spot, kid?" Sully called out from the passenger seat. The old man was looking at the map Nate had swiped from the ship. He looked up to observe their surroundings, they were in the middle of a semi-boxed canyon. Nothing to see but snow and pine trees until it ended at the mountain wall and a barren wasteland back the way they came. "'Cause I'm not seeing any castles made of precious ore."

Nathan only snorted as he was checking through all the trees. "Sully, if the Matayas built a palace out of the most precious substance in the world, and then left it out in the open, wouldn't someone else have found it by now?"

Sully groaned as he climbed out of the jeep as well. "Still, why do people always hide away their greatest treasures in the most nonsensical of places? And why do they always leave some big, overcomplicated scavenger hunt for people to find it?"

Nathan shrugged at Sully's complaints. "Maybe they were big believers in the spirit of adventure?"

Sully shook his head as he rubbed his fingers to stay warm. "Well, they could've 'adventured' someplace a bit warmer, like Vacuo. What I would give to be sipping a smoothie on one of their beaches, right now."

Nathan rolled his eyes as he hopped down a hill he had climbed. "Yeah, yeah, just keep up with me, old man."

Sully jogged after the younger treasure hunter. He puffed "Hang on, kid. I'm not as young as-"

"-You used to be. I know." Nathan cut him off. "You've somehow managed to take a redundant saying, and make it even more redundant with how much you say it."

Sully shook his head, a little miffed. "Well, it's true."

Nathan looked back at Sully with a raised eyebrow. "If it's too tough for you, you can always wait back in the motel."

Sully, however, shook his head. "Someone's gotta keep that head on your shoulders. Besides, last time I let you go out on your own, you became one of Atlas' most wanted."

Nathan let out a groan. "Will you let that go? I just threw a grenade at her!"

Sully raised an eyebrow at the oversimplification. "'Her' being one of the most important and deadly people in all of Remnant."

Nathan held his hands up in defeat. "Alright, go ahead and wet yourself at the very thought of some Atlas chick. We've made plenty of enemies, Sully, she's no different."

Sully sighed and trudged alongside Nate. "Whatever you say, kid."

They walked along for a few more seconds when Nate interrupted the silence. "On a side note; You think she's single?"

Sully just gave Nate a deadpan stare. "Don't even joke about that." Nate just laughed.

Unknown to the two, however, watching them from afar was… absolutely nothing. But upon closer inspection, one could just make out a shimmering outline of a hulking figure, a near inhumane growl emanating from it.

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There you go! Hope you all liked it! Is it too soon to bring in characters from RvB? Probably, but alas, this is my fanfic and there's nothing you can do about it! Unless you don't like it… then I shall scrap this whole thing and rewrite from scratch. Speaking of which, did you guys see the trailer for RWBY volume 6? I'm feeling the hype! Who knows, maybe I'll make another RWBY fanfic that's more focused on the actual team RWBY.