Hello, everybody! I just finished Uncharted 4 and I'm ready to write!

Nathan: What'd you think of my last adventure?

Gamer44D: Honestly? I was so sure you were you were gonna die.

Nathan: What?!

Gamer44D: Well it's just that in the trailer it sounded like you were giving your last thoughts and the game is called 'A Thief's End' and with all that drama with Elena. It was all the basic storytelling signs of a man foreshadowed to die!

Nathan: Okay, that's fair.

Winter: Speaking of Elena, where is she in this story?

Gamer44D: Oh, that's simple. She doesn't exist.

Nathan:...Why?

Gamer44D: Small reason is that she wouldn't fit in this story, big reason is that I really don't like her.

Nathan: Hey, that's my wife you're talking about!

Gamer44D: Not in this universe!

Winter: So why do you hate her so much?

Gamer44D: Hate's a strong word, but I'd say it's mostly because she suffers from something I like to call 'Love Interest Syndrome'

Nathan: Love interests syndrome?

Gamer44D: It's when a character is given no background or personality except that they're the protagonist's love interest, they serve the plot in no way except that they create internal drama for the main character, like MJ from Spider-Man. I mean, do you even notice how much Elena antagonizes you? Now let's get on with the chapter.

If I owned Uncharted, Elena would have been given more character.

If I owned RWBY, I'd make Ruby's voice less high-pitched.

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Nathan gazed at the photo, intensely, memorising every painstaking detail. Every twist and turn of the labyrinth. "I got it," He smirked. "It's a maze to Hans Christia and this is the map!"

"Well, that's all fine and dandy," Sully said. He had switched over to the driver seat so Nate could memorize the picture. "But can you figure it out?"

"Just did," Nate said as he slid his finger across the screen, deleting the image. "Now the only map to Hans Christia is up here," he tapped his finger against his forehead.

Sully let out a breath of relief. "You sure you got the whole thing?"

Nate rolled his eyes. "Sully, I sat in a jeep for three hours straight, just looking at a maze. I'm pretty sure I got it." He tossed Sully's scroll over to his mentors lap. "Besides, it's too late now."

Sully shrugged as he continued to drive. It was shortly after that, they reached the motel at dusk.

"Okay, I think I figured out where the labyrinth starts," Nate said as he unlocked the door. "First thing tomorrow, we head out and… find….it," Nate's voice died in his throat as he saw the figure standing with their back to him in the middle of the room.

The figures curves obviously inclined it was a woman. She appeared tall, mostly due to the ice blue high-heeled boots. She was dressed in a white Atlas militia blazer, with snow-white hair tied into a bun. Her hands were neatly folded behind her back, covered by long gloves that matched the boots. A cutlass at her side.

WInter turned around. "Mister Drake," She said, coldly.

"Uh…" Nate heard Sully mumble behind him. "I'll give you two a minute alone." That traitor!

Sully walked out the door. And walked right back in with his hands in the air and an Atlas foot soldier holding a gun to his back.

"So…" Nate slurred as he also put his hands up as well. "Were you guys just standing there for three hours waiting for us?"

If Winter was irked by Nathan's attempt at humor, she didn't show it. She walked up to Nate and stared him down. "The file; Where is it?" She asked, sternly.

"What file?" Nate played dumb. "The one where Sully hides his porn? Because I swear that he meant no offense."

That was the wrong thing to say as Nate now had a blade at his throat.

"I don't have the patience for your games, Drake," Winter hissed with venom in her voice. "And I don't think you can just throw a grenade again. Where. Is. The file?"

Nate sighed. "Sully," He said.

Sully nodded. He slowly reached into his jacket and pulled out the file and gently tossed it to the floor.

Winter kneeled down and picked it up, giving it a once over to make sure it was real.

"Okay, you got your file," Nate pointed out. "Now you can be on your merry way."

"Not so fast!" Winter snapped as she pressed the blade against the thief's neck. "You and your partner still interfered with classified Atlas business and trespassed on Atlas property. You'll be coming with us."

"What? Hey, hold on a second!" Nate protested as two more soldiers came in with handcuffs. "That ship was stolen by pirates, we didn't trespass anywhere!"

"Those 'pirates' were former Atlas military. We have full jurisdiction to take you in," Winter retaliated as she sheathed her sword. "Take them away," She ordered as she marched past them towards the door.

"WAIT!" Nate yelled just as she reached for the handle. Winter turned her head to the thief with a raised eyebrow.

"If you're so interested in that file-" Nate pointed at the papers in Winter's hands. "Then you must be looking for Hans Christia, right?"

Winter narrowed her eyes as Nate smirked, figuring he hit the nail on the head.

"Well, that piece of paper USED to lead to a map to the Palace of Diamonds. I say 'used to' since that map is destroyed," Nate shrugged his shoulders, smugly. "But luckily for you, I memorized every last detail before it was turned into rubble. If you let us go, I can lead you to it."

Winter kept her icy glare as Nate held out his hand for a handshake. "What do you say?"

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Nathan continuously banged his head against the metal walls of their cell.

"Remind me again," Sully requested, sitting on a metal bench. "What the Hell were you thinking?"

"Shut up, Sully," Nate mumbled as he continued to bang his head.

Sully sighed as he leaned against the cold metal wall. "Wish they let me keep my cigars."

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"You wanted to see me, sir?" Winter asked as she now stood in the private office of General Ironwood. It was a simple room, made entirely out of metal, with a comfy leather chair and a desk covered in paperwork.

"Yes, I did," The general said from his desk. "I wanted to discuss with you the matter of Nathan Drake."

"Of course, sir," Winter nodded her head. "Subject is currently being held in the prison bay along with Victor Sullivan."

"Good," Ironwood nodded. "And you said that during the apprehension of him, he claimed to have memorised some sort of map to Hans Christia?"

"Indeed, sir," Winter confirmed. "Obviously a bluff to escape his charges."

Ironwood sighed and leaned back into his seat. "Unfortunately, it wasn't."

"What? I don't understand," Winter asked in confusion.

Ironwood stood up and walked around his desk. "I sent a squad out to where the papers lead, what they found was this," He took out his scroll and opened it into tablet form. The image on the scroll revealed a mountainside that looked to be covered by an avalanche. A section of it looked to be made of stone rather than ice but looked burned and shattered.

"What happened there?" Winter asked as she grabbed the tablet from the general.

"Presumably, some sort of explosion," Ironwood answered. "As for the cause, we analysed the scorched residue found on the stone. We found that it was caused by some sort of fusion between fire and lightning dust."

"Fused dust?" Winter eyes widened. "Forgive me, sir, but shouldn't that be impossible?"

"It should be," Ironwood conceded. "But that is what our research team found."

Winter shook her head. "I can't believe this."

"That's not all," Ironwood spoke. "We also analysed our bases that were attacked."

Winter swallowed at the thought of those bloodied images.

"Plenty of our defenses were completely blown apart in the attacks, we've discovered the our defenses were destroyed by the same dust that destroyed the mural." Ironwood stated.

"So…" Winter put the pieces of the puzzle together. "Whatever attacked the mural, is the one attacking our bases."

"Exactly," Ironwood nodded, gravely. "And now we can only assume it's on its way to Hans Christia."

"Then…" Winter looked down at the floor, lost. "How do we track it? We don't have any leads."

"Well," the general said, causing Winter to look up. "We do have one lead."

Winter's eyes became dinner plates once she realized what her commanding officer was implying. "Permission to speak freely, sir?"

"Permission granted," Ironwood allowed.

"I think that's a horrible idea," She declared. "Drake is a liar and a thief, he'll take the first chance he gets to stab us in the back."

"Oh," Ironwood raised his eyebrow. "And how do you know this about a man you've only briefly met?"

"He's a criminal," Winter spat as if it was obvious. "No matter the crime, people like him always spit on the law and forgo others for the sake of their own personal gain."

Ironwood shook his head as he leaned back in his chair. "Winter, you need to learn that not everything is so black and white."

"I don't need color vision to know we can't trust someone like Drake," Winter insisted.

"He's a thief," Ironwood stated. "Not a psychopath, he can be reasoned with."

"But, sir-"

"Enough, Winter!" Ironwood snapped. "Unless you have some other way of tracking down this 'Meta'."

Winter growled in anger and disappointment as she hung her head. She did not.

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Nathan's hands were cuffed behind his back as Atlas soldiers dragged him down the hall.

"You know, this place could use a lot more color," Nate said as they pushed him down the dull metal hallways. "I mean, the last time I was imprisoned was in Vacuo. Sure, their walls were a dull brown but they at least had the decency to paint parts of them red, and the inmates helped out!"

The soldiers didn't respond as they shoved him harder. "Just saying, don't expect me to leave a good review online."

Eventually, they walked up to a steel door, slightly larger and more than the others. "Ah, good. I assume that this is the manager's office so I can file a proper complaint?"

The soldier simply scanned his scroll on the keypad. A 'ding' was heard and the door opened up with a hiss. The soldiers shoved Nathan through the doorway and the opening sealed shut behind him.

Nate was now in a room that looked like one of those interrogation rooms from the cop shows he and Sully used to watch. They should really get back into that. But now wasn't the time as a stern looking general was sitting at the metal table in the middle of the room with an even more stern looking specialist standing beside him.

General Ironwood had his hands folded in front of him placed on the table, his face emotionless and cold. Winter stood in her typical position with her hands behind her back but her scowl was much more noticable. "Sit," Ironwood commanded, gesturing to the opposite chair.

"You know, I see what you're going for here-truly, I do," Nate said as he walked over. "But unfortunately, you're missing the white cat. Unless you count miss Stabby here." He nodded to Winter as he plopped down on the chair.

Ironwood did not look amused as Winter's pale complexion was compromised by her seething red rage.

"I didn't bring you here to make jokes," Ironwood stated. He looked over to Winter, who was trying to regain her composure. "Unlock his cuffs."

"But, sir-" Winter stuttered.

"Unlock them, Winter," Ironwood said with a tone of finality.

Winter cursed under her breath. She walked around the table and unlocked the thief's cuffs before returning to her superiors side.

Nathan massaged his wrists to regain the feeling in his limbs. "So, what's the deal?"

"You said that you memorized a map to Hans Christia," Ironwood explained. "Describe it."

Nate raised an eyebrow but complied. "It was a snowflake that lead into a maze that may or may not be riddled with booby traps. Does this mean you reconsidered my offer?"

Ironwood looked down in thought. "Perhaps, you're simply a small time crook. Crimes like yours don't fall under our jurisdiction, until you interfered with Atlas business." Ironwood looked Nathan in the eye. "You supply your assistance for this assignment, we can only pardon you of your Atlas crimes. You'll still have a price on your head for all your other crimes."

Nate shrugged his shoulders. "Works for me."

Ironwood nodded. "Good, you and specialist Schnee shall embark on a mission tomorrow to find the palace of diamonds."

"What?!" Both Winter and Nate called out, but Winter's was a bit louder.

"Sir, forgive me, but I refuse to work with such a juvenile hooligan!" Winter protested.

"Yeah, I have a rule about not working with people who have a stick up there but that's longer than 3 feet," Nathan inputted, eliciting a growel from Winter.

"You two WILL work together," Ironwood insisted. "Winter is one of my most skilled militia, she'll also need keep tabs on you to make sure you don't go back on your word." The two quieted down after that, Nate because he couldn't think of a counter argument, Winter because of her intense loyalty.

Ironwood continued "This is an extremely sensitive mission you two will have to operate solo,"

"Wait, solo?" Nate spoke up. "What about Sully?"

"We'll be keeping mr. Sullivan in custody unless you return from this mission, successfully," Ironwood informed.

Nate breathed out a sigh of annoyance. "You know, for being the general of the supposed 'just' military, you sure are acting like a mob boss."

"He is willing to take any measure to keep the people of Remnant safe!" Winter heatedly defended her general. "Not that criminal scum like you would understan-"

"Schnee!" Ironwood snapped. "That's enough."

Winter bit her tongue and hung her head.

Ironwood sighed. "I suggest you two work out your issues now. You'll be spending a lot of time together."

Nathan groaned as he decided to just suck it up. He stood up and held his hand out to Winter with his best smile. "Well, I guess we're partners now."

Winter gave an icy glare at Nate's hand as if it offended her. She ignored it in favor of marching out the room with a huff. "Well…" Nate mumbled. "She seems nice."

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I gotta admit, I'm really proud of this chapter. I feel like it does the best so far at Nathan's sense of humor.

Nathan: Speaking of which, why do you keep switching between Nate and Nathan when talking about me in the third person?

Gamer44D: Sometimes I feel like writing Nathan, sometimes I feel like writing Nate. I doubt it really bothers anyone. We all know who I'm talking about.

Before I leave I would like to leave a special thank you to Awesome Dude 94. This guy has commented on every chapter so far and each one is chock full of positivity and constructive criticism! I know, right! Offering points on a story without needlessly bashing it? Impossible! In all seriousness, thanks Awesome Dude 94 (cool name by the way). Every time I get one of your reviews I get all warm and fuzzy. It's amazing knowing there's someone out there who loves my story so much. And rest assured, I'm taking everything you say into consideration. I'm not just gonna throw RVB characters at a wall and see if they stick, I'm easing into it, Meta's the only one that's gonna play a prominent role for a while. Speaking of which, when you asked about the Meta's goal in all this it got me thinking. Obviously, I had a reason for the Meta. I mean, what am I, a Fanboy?

Drako: Yes

Gamer44D: Shut it. As I was saying, I had motivation for the Meta but when you expressed such interest in it I started things like 'Does it make sense?' or 'Does this line up cannonicly?' Eventually I ended up completely rewriting entire parts of the story! Not literally of course, that would take forever. So keep your feedback coming! As for another one of your questions, sorry to disappoint, but I won't be changing the Meta's design. Backstory? Yes. Design? Well you gotta admit, the Meta's armor does look a lot like it was straight out of Atlas military. And the Brute Shot? That thing was a RWBY weapon before RWBY was a thing! As for semblance, I always forget about that when putting someone in the RWBY world, but don't worry I'm all over it. Until then, stay awesome!