Guest: "a spartan can run around 62 mph

MC can run at 65.2 mph but his Achilles tendon was torn because of the strain put on his body. a normal bullet is around 1,700 mph but we time and again dodgin them. even the weak hunters in training can dodge, evade and deflect bullets.

base on this fact there is no logical way for MC to be able to fight a hunter and win base on their speed, aura, semblance, even if it's a hunter in training."

Now I wanted to respond to this via PM, but, y'know, guest and all. So I'll have to do it here.

In the show it shows huntsman and huntsman-in-training dodging and deflecting bullets, yes. However, SPARTAN-IIs have a reaction time of 0.020 (with the fastest normal human reaction time going to Usain Bolt at 0.165), and the reaction time is amplified if the SPARTAN has an AI. Now, Chief doesn't have Cortana at this point, so we'll be using the reaction time of 0.020. This is fast enough to dodge a 9mm Glock at a minimum distance of 7.5 meters (it'd be 3m if he had an AI if anyone is curious), meaning they're hella fast when dodging. SPARTANs can dodge professional boxer punches at a distance of 16 centimeters, and 27.6cm for an extremely good one. To boot, an average SPARTAN can dodge an MA5C Assault Rifle at a distance of 18.1 meters. So, now that we've settled how Chief can dodge some hunters and huntresses' strikes, lets cover the abilities.

SPARTANs are augmented heavily:

Carbide Ceramic Ossification: Advanced material grafting onto skeletal structures to make bones virtually unbreakable.

Muscular Enhancement Injections: Protein complex is injected intramuscularly to increase tissue density and decrease lactase recovery time.

Catalytic Thyroid Implant: Platinum pellet containing human growth hormone catalyst is implanted in the thyroid to boost growth of skeletal and muscle tissues.

Occipital Capillary Reversal: Submergence and boosted blood vessel flow beneath the rods and cones of the subjects retina. Produces a marked visual perception increase.

Superconducting Fibrification of Neural Dendrites: Alteration of bioelectrical nerve transduction to shielded electronic transduction. 300% increase in subject reflexes. Anecdotal evidence o marked increase in intelligence, memory, and creativity.

SPARTAN-IIs can only go around 34.2 mph inside the MJOLNIR Mk. IV armor, with Kelly having gone 38.5 mph. Chief went 65.2 mph in the testing of Mk. V.

SPARTAN-IIs are capable of lifting three times their body weight, and that number is increased by a factor of five with the armor on. Meaning he can lift 15x his bodyweight inside the armor. Chief weighs around 290 lbs, so he can theoretically lift up to 4350 pounds inside the armor.

Now, again, a SPARTAN-II's react time is around 20 milliseconds. Hella quick.

Aura and Semblences can do a lot of these, but not all. Yang has the strength down, for example, and is quick enough to dodge Dust rounds (which, going by feats alone, are much slower than gunpowder rounds). Ruby is much quicker than a SPARTAN, and has the reflexes of one, but lacks the strength and indestructible bone structure. Huntsmen are more powerful (again going by feats) but lack the lethality and intense training of a SPARTAN. It'd be a good fight no matter what. Plus, this is an AU, and I gotta underpower and overpower some people to make it interesting.

Sorry for the long A/N, I just had to address that.


[Unknown Location]

Cinder Fall was an extraordinary woman in every respect. She was beautiful, cunning, powerful, rich, sexy, and, above all, fearsome. She could strike fear into anyone's heart, even if they were the coldest son of a bitch to ever walk the face of Remnant. She's defeated many powerful people, including one of the legendary Seasonal Maidens, and came out unscathed. She had earned everything she has, her terrifying reputation included. Hell, it was one of the reasons she gained control over Roman Torchwick, The White Fang, and multiple other crime syndicates, as well as some legal forces such as Haven.

But despite all her attributes, there was one very big flaw she had. When she got mad, she got mad. Due to her possessing half the powers of the Fall Maiden, she tended to gain a fiery rage, and that spelled doom for any of her workers in her vicinity,

Like right now. The amber eyed beauty was very, very pissed. Why? Well, she learned of some setbacks to her plan due to some inside operatives in Vacuo. What could piss her off this much, though? Well…

Humanity. Namely, Earth's humanity, has stumbled on this world. And she would be fine if it was the Insurrection, those idiots couldn't do a damn thing to her. No, it was a force much more powerful and, if she were being honest, terrifying. The United Nation Space Command. They somehow learned about the planet and decided to pay a visit.

Upon learning of their arrival (which was quite soon after they landed, thankfully) she quickly acted. She had some of her spies in Beacon plant a small virus inside the CCT to block any connection going outside the atmosphere. Since no one on Remnant had the technology to do so, that effect wasn't noticed by anyone but the UNSC. And, since they're in such small numbers, they won't be able to take down the CCT without starting another war. And, since they're already in two other wars (with the Insurrectionists and the alien alliance called the Covenant), they couldn't afford to fight on a third field, no matter how easy it would be normally.

But this isn't what was pissing her off, no. It was what came with the UNSC that made her so livid. SPARTAN-IIs. Super soldiers capable of taking out entire forces of the enemy. While Cinder was confident she could take on any SPARTAN single handedly, she worried about the consequences of doing so. Anyone capable of killing a SPARTAN demanded the UNSC's immediate wrath.

So, yes. Cinder was angry. Very much so. Her plans were finally coming into fruition, then these assholes come in with their holier-than-thou attitudes and threaten to put a stop to her plans. She sent word to Salem about them, but has yet to receive any orders back.

The ashen haired woman took a deep breath to calm down and looked around the room. Lots and lots of burnt stuff. Curtains, rugs, her chair, and a lot of White Fang soldiers. She frowned and shook her head. They'd have to increase the recruitment process if these bouts of anger keep happening. She stepped over every dead body and went over to her, thankfully (and a bit curiously), unharmed scroll. She turned it on and swiped through the pictures once again. They were terrible quality, but they showed a decent enough picture on what the UNSC is doing. There was a small base set up near the border of Vacuo and Vale, holding a few dozen troops. The Intel stated there were around two teams of Orbital Drop Shock Troopers, but the rest were the run of the mill marines.

She let a sadistic smirk show on her face as she brushed her hair back with a hand. She got angry over nothing. Sure, there was a SPARTAN team, but that was the worst of it. The UNSC base wasn't even worth attacking; it'd just waste her resources. The Grimm would take care of it soon enough. She chuckled lowly and set her scroll down. Things were still going her way. Who knows? Maybe she could sway those super soldiers on her side in the end. She'll give it a shot, and if they choose the wrong choice, she'll just make them wish they accepted before she ends them.

Everything was still going according to plan. With that satisfying thought in mind, she sauntered out of the destroyed room. She needed to come into contact with these SPARTANs, after all.


The leader of Blue Team was used to waking up in bland looking rooms. Specifically of the gray and white variant. What he wasn't used to, though, was the chains around his arms - luckily still armored - and his legs wrapped in the same chains. He squirmed a little after realizing this, but made no effort to get free. That Glynda woman was smart, she would have made these just as strong, if not stronger, than the wooden rope from before.

He silently cursed himself. He's never been taken as a POW before, and he never thought he would be. He would rather die, after all. Seems this planet is just full of surprises for the young SPARTAN. The Blue leader grunted as he looked at the one way mirror, glaring at it with eyes as cold as space itself. He knew people were behind there, there always was.

As if to prove his speculation, an old man with a cane walked in. He had the craziest gray hair John's ever seen, brown eyes, and wore glasses. John continued to study him until he got to the table and spoke.

"Would you like some coffee?" The man asked, but received no answer in return. Taking this as a 'yes', he poured another glass of coffee. Chief was so engrossed in his thoughts he didn't even notice that was there the entire time. He scolded himself for not noticing it, despite its lack of importance. "I've heard some very interesting things about you, 117." The man looked at the number on his breastplate before looking him in the visor. "Specifically how you took out four of my hunters-in-training. The newly named team CRDL will be alright, however, but that hardly excuses your actions. Tell me, why did you attack them?"

More silence. John would be damned if he gave even a slice of information to the man in front of him. He gave off the same air that Glynda did, pure unrestrained danger. Although he was clearly the kinder of the two, he was definitely higher up than her.

The old man hummed and sipped his drink. "We'll never get anywhere if you don't answer our questions. Who are you?" Chief glared at him, although the effect was ruined due to the visor blocking his face. "Fine. I suppose I'll tell you who we are, then I expect you to return the same courtesy. My name is Ozpin. I am the headmaster of Beacon Academy." Headmaster? So this guy is the CO? He grunted, sitting up slightly straighter from the information.

"... Master Chief Petty Officer, Sierra-117 of the United Nations Space Command." He decided to, once again, play nice, just as he did for Glynda. Chief was suspecting something weird was going on. New recruits mention something about an academy, then the blonde haired woman mentioned the same thing, and now this guy? The adults could be excused; They'd have had time to perfect such a lie. But those four kids? No way would they already have that discipline trained into them. If this Ozpin reacted smugly or angry at the news, then he'd know it was a lie, but if not… Chief didn't know.

"... United Nations Space Command?" His voice indicated his confusion, as well as wonder. "I've never heard of that. In fact, I'm positive that there is no such thing as a 'United Nations Space Command' purely on the fact that we can't even reach space." His voice sounded accusatory, as though he suspected the SPARTAN of lying. Dozens of questions ran through his mind, namely what this man's game is.

The SPARTAN remained silent, waiting for the man to give out more information. Ozpin sighed, taking the bait, and sipped his coffee once again. "You see, Sierra-117, Dust doesn't have the right properties to get us to space. We've tried. It just doesn't work outside our atmosphere. So whatever lie you're telling stops here. Tell us the truth, and we'll let you go."

Dust? What the hell is Dust? Chief observed the man to see if he was lying or not, but couldn't for the life of him find a single shred of dishonesty there. "... What's Dust?" Might as well gather more information before making the final judgement. Captain deGreene did say this was an Insurrectionist world, after all, so better to play safe than sorry.

"Sorry?" Came the incredulous reply of the headmaster.

"What is this 'Dust' thing you're talking about?"

A hum. A sip. A glance towards the one way mirror. A sigh. "Dust is energy. It's a weapon. It's the very thing keeping the Grimm out of our Kingdoms. It is what our daily lives revolve around. It, in its very essence, is life."

Now Chief was very confused. "... Show me some then. Prove Dust is real." This was his last ditch effort. If they don't bring it out, then he knows they're lying. If they do… Then their intel was wrong, and these people aren't their enemies. John didn't know which one he wanted. They either wasted their time and got soldiers killed on this planet for nothing, or the Insurrection managed to capture a SPARTAN-II and has been experimenting illegally on animals.

Ozpin raised an eyebrow at the giant of a man and hummed. "How do I know you aren't planning on using the Dust to escape?" The SPARTAN grunted and looked at the chains surrounding his frame.

"I don't think brown dirt can get me out of this." His sarcastic reply got a small smirk from Ozpin. The gray haired man nodded towards the mirror, and the woman from before, Glynda, walked in with a scowl on her face. She set a small jar of… Blue sand? on the table. She whispered something about 'lightning dust' to Ozpin, and something about 'being electrocuted even if he tries to escape'. Whatever was in this jar, Chief didn't feel comfortable trying to use it to leave anymore.

The headmaster nodded his thanks and looked over at the SPARTAN. "I don't know why you're so insistent on seeing dust, but this is refined lightning dust. We use it for electricity." He tapped the jar, sliding it forward so John could see it better. "It's been refined by the Schnee Dust Company, a company based in Atlas. I'm not sure why you act to not know what Dust is, but if it gets you to answer our questions, then I'll give you an entire lecture on it myself." The green soldier stared at the dust, then at the green man.

"Show me." Ozpin raised an eyebrow at the demand, then hummed.

He took a minute to think over his answer, until he sighed and opened the jar. He sprinkled a very tiny amount onto his palm and held it out for the super soldier to see. "You just put a little bit of aura into the Dust." The particles suddenly began glowing, before small streaks of lightning burst forth from them. Chief tensed at the sight, and looked over at Ozpin with eyes wide behind the visor.

"How is that possible?" He mentally winced at how much confusion was in his voice. He hadn't heard himself sound like that since he was a child.

"How? Simple. Humans and Faunus have the ability to use Aura, the power of our souls, to do many incredible things. Using Dust to this level, for instance, is one of the many uses of Aura."

Chief's mind was, currently, a big mess of confusion and disbelief. Aura? Power of the soul? What? He couldn't deny that something was here, but something like that? You might as well come out and say 'Hey everyone! I'm a freakin' wizard!' The leader of Blue Team took a deep breath, as if hoping to absorb the information just as easy as the air, and let it out in a sigh. "I don't even know if what you're saying is true. I've never heard of something as ridiculous as this. What you're basically saying is that magic exists."

Ozpin nodded. "That's exactly what I'm saying. You should know this. After all, someone of your caliber certainly has to have some form of hunter training." The soldier scowled, shaking his head.

"That's another thing. You keep mentioning hunters, what do you mean?" Brown eyes opened up slightly wider for a split second, before returning to their normal size. He hummed and sipped his coffee in thought.

"..." Ozpin nodded to himself before standing up and walking towards the door. "Glynda, be a dear and release this man. Send him to my office after you give him a run down of all the rules. You mat keep his hands bound if he tries to do anything he'd regret. And as for you," He looked over at the SPARTAN as he opened the door. "Please don't cause a mess in my school. The students are already stressed enough as it is." With that, he exited the room, leaving a confused John alone with an irate Glynda.


"So what you're saying is... Your scythe is a gun?" Ruby nodded and grinned at her blonde teammate - Jaune - who asked the question. After they got back to their dorm room from their first day of classes, she decided to finally strike up a conversation with the guy, since they fought well together. She started by doing the only thing she knew how... Showing off. Specifically her beautiful weapon.

"Yep! It fires 12.7x99mm rounds at a max rate of 3 rounds per second, but that's only because of my semblance. It has enough power to pierce half a foot of steel from a hundred meters away, and can pierce an entire foot of it from 20 meters! Although the power makes the recoil difficult to manage... But I usually use the recoil to boost myself at my enemies, just in case the rifle part of my baby isn't effective. That's when I slice 'em up!" She grinned even wider, to the point that Jaune contemplated the girl's sanity. It didn't help that the terrifying serrated blade was out, either. Why had she made it serrated again...?

He must've asked that out loud, because she answered. "I did that to help cut into the tough hides and bone of Grimm. I originally had a sharpened blade, but that had more difficulty cutting up the tougher, older Grimm. So I sacrificed some slicing power on the smaller ones to kill the bigger ones." She shrugged and transformed it into its storage mode before placing it in the special compartment on her back. "What about you? What's your sword do?"

Jaune grinned and brandished Crocea Mors proudly. He held it up for her to see it better. "This is Crocea Mors, a family heirloom passed down from the generations since my great grandfather used it in the war. It... Doesn't have any other forms, but its blade never rusts or dulls." He them pulled out the sheath, which turned into a shield. "And this is the sheath and shield combo. It holds my sword and defends my body. It can never be pierced, or at least, I haven't encountered anything that can pierce it." He put it back up and sheathed his sword.

Ruby hummed and stroked her chin as she looked at the weapon on his hip. "I see..." She nodded and crossed her arms. "Classics are cool. Underappreciated, really. Sometimes, simplicity is best." She grinned at him, with him returning the gesture. "Anyways, where are Blake and Ren?" She looked around their dorm, it being empty besides them.

"Pretty sure they went to the library. Something about Port giving us homework, or something."

"... Crap. We totally forgot the homework, didn't we?"

"Yep."

The two sat there in silence for a few seconds before dashing out of the room, both pushing each other in attempt at getting ahead. Except, well, Jaune didn't consider Ruby's speed, and was knocked back from the sheer force of her dash. "Damn you, Ruby Rose! I will have my vengeance!" His yelling got quieter and quieter as Ruby ran, her snickering being heard throughout the halls. She looked behind her and saw no one there, causing her to grin wider and let out a 'whoop' in victory. That grin was replaced with a grimace, however, as she ran straight into a very hard wall. Since when did Beacon have metal walls, anyway?

She groaned and rubbed her head as she laid, sprawled out on the floor."Ow... Who the hell put that wall there?" She cracked open an eye and looked at what she ran to. She saw a big wall of green, black, and a small portion of orange, and then proceeded to freeze halfway of getting up. She didn't run into a wall... She ran into the coolest looking robot ever!

She jumped up and stared in awe at the machine before her, her mouth and eyes wide open. "By Monty... This has to be the coolest robot I've ever seen..." She looked it over, her mind taking in every aspect of it. It looked so... Human, it was kinda scary. It easily stood almost three heads taller than her, and was probably twice as wide. Its armor probably contributed to that, she thought. Although that did make her confused. Why would a robot need armor? And what's with the body suit on it? And, to boot, if she stared hard enough she swore she saw its chest rising and falling as though it were breathing. Although that could just be the gears turning inside.

"Are you alright?" The deepest voice she's ever heard asked. She looked around and only saw the robot standing there. She spotted Miss Goodwitch a few yards back, scolding some students for doing something they weren't supposed to.

"Eh? Could've sworn I heard someone..."

"Are you alright?" It asked again. She slowly looked over at the robot, her face paler than usual. "You hit me pretty hard. Are you hurt?" She gulped and licked her suddenly dry lips.

"I'm... I'm..." She cleared her throat and shook her head, shrugging up at the tall machine. "I'm fine. Just shocked. I could've sworn there weren't any robots as advanced as yourself... Pretty sure I would've read about it in one of my weekly mags..."

The robot tilted its head ever so slightly, as though it was confused. Pfft, please. Robots don't get confused Ruby!

"I'm not a robot." The thing said. She froze once again, eyes wide.

"You're not?" She suddenly snapped her fingers with a gasp. "I understand now! You must be sentient! Oh my God that's so cool!" The smart robot tilted its head once again, once again confused.

"... I think you're misunderstanding." It sighed - this robot is the coolest shit ever Ruby thought - and shook its head. "Anyways, I have to head to your CO's - I mean, headmaster's - office." He walked past her, his metal boots clanking against the floor as Professor Goodwitch came up next to him. She nodded at the Gothic girl with a small scowl on her face. Ruby shivered and waved, hoping not to gain the witch's ire from having talked to the robot.

She breathed out a small sigh of relief as she kept on walking, but then grinned slightly. She met a sentient robot. Qrow is gonna be so jealous.


Hello once again! Not my best chapter, but I had a bit of writer's block for this part of the story. If it comes to something like this again, I'll probably just do a small time skip and have something explain what happened over said skip.

Not much went on this chapter, and I'm sorry about that. :P I didn't have a lot of time to write so I didn't want to start something big and take a while to finish it. Think of this chapter as a filler of sorts, I suppose. On the bright side, next chapter should be when the story actually gets started.

As always, favorite, follow, and review! Negative and positive feedback is welcome and appreciated!

Until next time.