The White Fang forces scattered behind whatever cover they could find. Those that weren't fast enough were immediately gunned down by the incoming bullhead's auto cannons. The wall next to the first hole exploded and crumbled down, revealing two more bullheads. The first bullhead pulled in and opened its rear ramp and unloaded a dozen AK-200 droids. It then pulled out, and the AK-200s began to provide suppressive fire against the White Fang.

The second bullhead came in and opened its two side doors. Eight Atlesian soldiers jumped out of each door. Taking advantage form the droid's suppressive fire, the sixteen soldiers began a tactical advance. They split their forces into two groups and moved up along the flanks. The remaining White Fang troops were on Atlas' left flank, so all of the AK-200 droids focused fire there. This allowed the squad on their right flank to move in and get around them undetected. Almost undetected.

The tiger faunus growled in a frustration and anger. Today just hasn't been her day. First she had to lead a force to take out a large number of Grimm that gathered around, presumably because they were drawn in from the "interrogation" of those huntsmen scum. She lost some of her party to the Grimm and then came back to find their base being raided. And then to add icing on the cake, they get caught in a crossfire from Atlas reinforcements.

She used up most of her aura combating the Grimm and fighting those junior huntsmen. She weighed her odds. Her forces have took heavy casualties, but two of the junior huntsmen are dead, and the other two have now more aura left to fight, and the soldiers with them have no more ammo. She believed she had enough aura left to deal with the Atlas reinforcements and then retreat further inside and call for backup. The bullheads wouldn't dare open fire inside the compound with the risk of friendly on their own and the huntsmen. Plus by the sound of things, the bullheads were distracted by Grimm outside.

She heard footsteps approaching. "Alright, watch your spacing," a feminine voice commanded. "Split up into two groups. Flank through by the containers and catch these animals in a crossfire." The tiger faunus grinned. She was going to enjoy this. As four Atlas soldier rounded the corner, she thrusted her rifle forward, bayoneting the lead soldier in her neck. The soldier gasped for breath in vain, and then the Faunus pulled the trigger. She kicked the body back into two of her comrades, knocking them down.

She then immediately pounced on the third soldier and dug her sharp teeth into his neck and tore the flesh off. She quickly grabbed the fallen trooper's assault rifle and unloaded the clip into one the knocked over men. The last one got the body of her comrade off of her, and she pulled out her pistol in desperation. But before she could get off a shot, the faunus transformed her weapon into it's chainsword form and pounced on her, taking delight in her last dying screams as she sliced his gut open. The man whose neck she bit into finally stopped gasping and fidgeting and now lay motionless.

She stood up and brought her aura shield up to block the fire from the four other soldiers. She began to walk forward and then spit out the fleck from the man's neck, revealing a bloody, toothy grin. "More!" She licked her lips as the soldiers recoiled back in fear as the tiger faunus charged in a full sprint. "I want more!" She screamed in a bloodlust as she decapitated another soldier.

As she closed in on her next victim several high velocity shots impacted against her aura shield, making her stumble and stop. Each shot shook her to the bone. Whatever the weapon was it had high stopping power. She growled and turned to where the shots were coming from and saw more Atlas soldiers jump out of the third bullhead. But one person stood out. Someone that made her eyes narrow in frustration and shine with glee at the thought of killing.

General James Ironwood ran towards her as he reloaded his revolver, staring at the tiger faunus with anger filled eyes.

An image of a tiger faunus appeared on the screen inside the bullhead.

"Homau Dacam," an Atlas intel officer said. "She is a forty-three year old tiger faunus that was sentenced to life imprisonment for the murder and cannibalism of six other faunus and humans beings in Vacuo. Three months ago, she was being transferred to another prison when the White Fang attacked the train convoy. We merged the prison car with a regular supply train to try and keep a low profile on prisoner transfers-"

"And the White Fang attacked it to steal supplies and found the prison car by accident." Ironwood finished the sentence in frustration. He need to see who thought that that was a good idea.

"C-correct sir. The White Fang were repelled but not before seizing several crates of supplies and freeing some of the prisoners."

"Including Homau Dacam," Ironwood said.

"Correct." The intel office responded. "Homau was soon promoted to the rank of an officer. She personally lead several of the White Fang's operations in the region around Vale, including the kidnapping and torture of the two Beacon students a few days ago."

"What about her fighting capabilities?"

"Information we received from Qrow tells us that Homau's semblance allows her to create an near indestructible shield that can block anything. However, it can only block from one direction and she loses aura by keeping it up over time and with each impact it deflects."

"General Ironwood," the pilot interrupted, "we're two minutes out from the compound. We still can't raise Sergeant Buck or the rest of his squad."

"Keep trying," the general commanded. The pilot nodded and Ironwood turned his attention back to the screen. "Is there anything else I should know about this Miss Dacam?"

"Just two thing sir. Firstly, she has shown to get lost in a 'bloodlust' in combat very easily. While it makes her more aggressive, it makes her more arrogant and less focused in combat. Secondly, it's about the weapon she uses, uh… Qrow reported that the weapon's name is Staryy Nadezhnyy." Ironwood's eyes widened in surprise. "Sir, is that the same Sta-"

"Thank you for the information. Ironwood out." He pushed a button on the screen and ended the transmission. Staryy Nadezhnyy. That was the name he gave his first weapon. But after an… incident, he couldn't wield the weapon with both hands, so he commissioned it and switched to using a customized revolver. The weapon was stolen during a White Fang raid on an Atlas Military compound six months ago. His blood boiled at the thought of it being used to hurt and kill innocent people at the hands of this mad woman.

"Pilot, any news on Buck's team?" Ironwood asked.

"No sir. They're either too deep inside the compound or they're being jammed." The pilot responded. "Also, we are one minute from the LZ!" The pilot yelled and flipped a switch, filling the canopy of the bullhead in an ambient red light.

"Alright men, Ironwood turned around to addressed the his troops. "Alright men, we're going to go in establish a foothold for the second wave! Weapons ready and prepare for a hot landing!"

"Pull back!" He yelled at the remaining three troopers as he reloaded his revolver. "She's out of your league! Go join the others on the left flank!" The soldiers obeyed and fell back. Ironwood ran between them and unloaded two more shots towards the Homau Dacam. Her aura shield caught the bullets and then she lowered it to swing Staryy Nadezhnyy. The chainsword was revving loudly, as if it was screaming for blood. Ironwood caught it mid-swing with both hands by the handle and struggled to hold her in place. He only flinched slightly when she started kicking him in the chest.

Using his memory of the weapon, Ironwood moved his fingers to where the safety switch was and flicked it. The chainsword's blade stopped revving, much to the confusion of the faunus. Taking the opportunity of the distraction, he brought his right leg up and sent Homau stumbling back. He followed by delivering a powerful blow to her hands sending Staryy Nadezhnyy flying and then decked Homau and forced her against a large shipping container. Homau retorted by pushing off of the container and charging at Ironwood.

She pounced forward and forced him onto the ground with the intent to chew and tear him apart. He quickly used his right hand to block Homau from biting down on his neck. Her mouth chomped down and sunk her sharp teeth in his right arm, and she wouldn't let go. Ironwood tried to shake her off, but she clung to him like a rabid dog. She started to claw at his arm and right side of his chest, revealing his robotic prosthetics. Ironwood grunted in irritation.

He quickly head butted Homau and punched her square in the jaw with his left hand. While she was dazed, he rolled them over so he was on top. He pushed his robotic hand in her mouth and forced it open, then immediately pushed the barrel of his revolver in, and double tapped the trigger. Both shots tore open the back of her neck. With sleight of hand, he flicked his wrist and pulled the trigger a third time. The bullet exited through the top of her head, bringing bone, brain matter, and blood with it.

"That was for my men you witch," the general spit out in disgust. He took a few moments to catch his breath and then slowly stood back up. He took a moment to look at the other side of the compound. The fighting had stopped. The White Fang forces were defeated and his men were rounding up the few faunus that surrendered. Additional bullheads came in and were offloading more troops, AK 200 droids and two 290 Paladin mechs.

Ironwood stood up and walked to where Staryy Nadezhnyy was knocked to and picked it up. He transformed it back into its rifle form and inspected up. The name that was inscribed in the side was scratched out and the iron sights were messed up, but the weapon overall was kept in good condition. Putting his pistol back in its holster, he walked back to the rest of his forces, ignoring the stares at his robot parts, right up to an officer.

"Lieutenant, give me an update," Ironwood commanded. The senior officer about faced and saluted the general.

"Sir, we established a foothold within this storage area of the compound," he said. "We've taken six White Fang prisoner. We have no wounded, but we lost six droids and seven men. We contacted the second wave. They'll arrive with med and casevac momentarily. We also managed to contact bullhead pilot 479er. He took heavy damage and crash landed, but a bullhead from the second wave managed to pick him up."

"Good," Ironwood responded, glad that it wasn't worse. "What about Buck's team and the huntsmen?"

"I uh… don't know their status. We dispatched one of our medics to check them out. They're by those shipping containers and wrecked truck over there. That's all I know sir."

"Ok. Have the rest of your platoon take defensive positions. Raido in that the second wave is to be prepared for CQB assault." The LT nodded and got out of the general's way. Ironwood marched to where Buck's team was. He arrived and overlooked the condition they and the huntsmen were in.

Three of the squad were sitting against a container. One had a bandage around his leg, the one he recognized as Buck had a bandage wrapped around his left eye, and the huntsman's shoulder was wrapped up in blood soaked rags. In front of them, two of the other huntsmen were laying on the ground motionless with another soldier, and a huntsman with a bandaged shoulder watched over them. He was visibly distressed and was muttering "they're gonna be fine" to himself. The other four soldiers and huntsman were crowded around the medics.

His eyes finally fell upon Jaune Arc and Yang Xiao Long as the medics worked on them. He had honestly seen worse, but he still grimaced at the sight. Ozpin and Qrow were not going to like this.

One of the soldiers leaning against the container turned head turned to the side, and his eyes widened in shock. "G-general Ironwood, sir!" He shouted and tried to stand up to salute him. Ironwood put a hand on his shoulder to stop him.

"Take it easy soldier," he said with care. He looked up to see the other troopers else saluting him. "At ease," he saluted back and then crouched by Buck. "How are you doing Sergeant?"

"Permission to speak freely, sir?" Ironwood nodded. "Everything's fucked up, but it's not as fucked up as it would have been if you didn't arrive when you did." Buck said, wincing though the pain he was in. "Thank you, sir."

"No thanks needed," Ironwood replied. "My men are going to clear the compound. Is there anything you can tell me that can help us?"

As Buck filled in Ironwood on the situation, two bullheads with a large red crosses painted on the side flew in.

"Medevac has arrived!" The lieutenant shouted. "Get the wounded onboard!" Paramedics ran out of the bullheads to where Buck's team was. Peasant and Sky loaded Yang and Jaune onto medical gurneys and got them onto the first bullhead. The paramedics got Dove, Russel, Buck, and Archer onto the second bullhead. The second they were secure the bullhead took off and flew as fast as the could to the nearest medical facility: the infirmary at Beacon Academy.

Ozpin sighed as he put his mug down on his desk and rubbed his temples. These past week have been very chaotic. There was a surge in in Grimm and White Fang activity around Vale. Atlas did their best to stop the White Fang and his huntsmen and huntresses did their best to quell the Grimm's numbers. The Grimm numbers have died down exponentially, but pockets have appeared in large numbers shortly after the White Fang's broadcast earlier this morning.

Qrow, Taiyang, and John and Jean Arc contacted him almost immediately after the broadcast. He wish he could give them more than a few, mostly empty promises. Everyone at Beacon was concerned about Jaune and Yang's safety. A scroll beeping shook Ozpin from his thoughts. He saw that the message was from Ironwood. He opened it immediately.

"Ozpin, 2 medical bullheads are enroute to Beacon. They are carrying 5 wounded huntsmen and 2 of my soldier, including Jaune Arc and Yang Xiao Long. I'm leading my been to clear the rest of the WF base, more intel to come soon. BE ADVISED: 4 OF THE HUNTSMEN ARE IN CRITICAL CONDITION AND DETERIORATING FAST."

Ozpin bolted from his chair and stormed to the elevator. He dialed the infirmary on his scroll. "Infirmary, this is Ozpin. I need you to clear six emergency rooms for incoming patients. Four of them are in critical condition. They'll arrive via bullhead, they'll land right in front of the infirmary."

RWBY Chibi bonus skit!

Cardin Winchester walked into the post office carrying an abnormally large box. "Hello, I'd like to ship this to Vacuo." The receptionist nodded and went to the back to retrieve something. As he patiently, Coco Adel walled in and the two stared at each other awkwardly.

"Coco." Cardin acknowledged her presence

"Cardin," she responded. "So… what'cha mailing?" she asked out of curiosity.

"Oh just a little gift to an animal shelter in Vacuo." He responded.

"Since when are you a good samaritan?" Coco scoffed.

"Let's just say that I'm a changing man."

"Ok… say, have you seen Velvet around? I haven't seen her around all day."

"Nope, I haven't seen he-" the box in his hands began to rattle.

"Ugh." a muffled, confused, tired, and familiar voice came from inside the box. "Wait. Um, hello? Anyone? What happened?! Where am I? Someone help me!" Cardin's eyes widened in fear and Coco's eyes widened in shock and then narrowed in anger. Cardin dropped the box and bolted out the door before Coco finished unfolding her minigun.

Coco dropped her gun and opened the box. Packing peanuts spilled out of the box as Velvet's head shot out of the box, taking a long, deep breath.

"Thanks."

"No problem bun-buns."