Major Morozov looked through the scope of his rifle, observing the Nazis going through open ground. It was a killing field and his men have taken positions on the high levels. While the enemy used their flashlights within the darkness, he and his men were already watching through their green vision. No one could hide from them and no one would be spared on this night.
A soldier beside him whispered into his ear. "Major, when do we strike?" It was an excellent question.
His finger slipped across the trigger while his eyes continued to scan the area through the scope. "After I shoot. We have spent too much filters observing our targets."
"Yes sir."
Amongst the Nazis, there was a man in a peaked cap - an officer. He was the perfect target for his rifle and removing him would benefit him in the firefight. "Heil your fuhrer in hell." With a pull of a trigger, his shot dropped the man. Despite his death, no one noticed his silenced kill. Morozov grabbed his radio and activated its speaker. "Kill them."
The Nazis were immediately ambushed in the ruins of the catacombs. Their patrol fell one-by-one, their wounds succumbing to the toxicity and radioactivity of the surface. A Nazi tried to face his armor towards the direction of the gunfire, only to be peppered in his back. Other sensible minds tried to find cover behind the pillars, but how could one survive when death came in every direction.
Major Morozov targeted another Nazi soldier, who placed his back against a pillar with his Kalash blindly firing back. Yet, he was not safe from him. He pulled the trigger once more as the bullet broke the glass on his gas mask. It was a pity that amongst all of his dying brothers, this one was going to have a painful death. A quick easy death wouldn't come to this man, instead he tried to cover his broken gas mask while choking on the air. Despite this, he tried to scramble for his fallen brethren and replace his gas mask with another. It just won't do. Rather than continue watching him suffer, another bullet escaped his sniper rifle and spared the man any more pain.
"Good kill, major." His spotter commented. "That was the last of them."
Rising from the reeds, the major stood up and looked down on the corpses below. "Alright comrades, let's head back and restock." He said before departing from the bodies of the fallen. Morozov waited as his men rejoined him and followed him south from the Botanical Gardens. While he continued to make his way back towards the nearest Red Line outpost, he heard thunder crack behind his back. "Shit, we need move before that storm comes in."
The Reds began to flee from their ambush sight as the dark clouds came over them.
Ever since the incident of these Metro dwellers, Lisa Lavender found herself a new story for Remnant to hear as she and her camera man awaited for the bullhead to land. Her boss told her that the story wasn't really worth using the well-experienced reporters to cover it. Yet, it was an opportunity. As much as it was a backwater job, the idea of people not from Remnant did in fact sound like an opportunity.
Once it landed and the doors opened, the story she was going to cover was occurring right before her. In comparison to the visitors, the students, and everything else that was Remnant. However, the people sitting around campfires drinking and playing music didn't scream Remnant to her. Instead, she noted the difference between the uniforms of the Atlesian soldiers and those who spoke to each other in clear Vytalian while others talked in a language she couldn't understand.
The cameraman commented on their appearance. "Woah, those guys seem to look like they're from around here. I've seen huntsmen who have seen better days."
Lisa turned around and began to glance over to her cameraman. "Pay attention Joe, you got a camera to roll."
"We are live in ten-hey one of the guys is coming to see us."
She returned to looking at the strangers, only to see one of them take off his face mask with a smile. "Good afternoon, are you two reporters?" The stranger asked.
Ms. Lavender had to be cautious. There were some people who just didn't like to be around the camera and she was fine with it, but it often led to some moments of danger. "Yes. My name is Lisa Lavender, reporter for VNN. Who exactly am I talking to?"
Joe spoke to her. "Just to tell you we are live."
"Okay."
After acknowledging that this was being processed on the news, she awaited the man's response. Hopefully it would be interesting for the audience and be a topic she could dwell on. "My name is Uhlman, I'm a Polis Ranger of the Spartan Order and the only person you'll see smiling." The man introduced himself. "What would you like to know about this handsome jokester?"
"Sir, I am here to ask whether or not you are not from Remnant. Can you confirm you are from another world?"
Uhlman raised an eyebrow. "What kind of question are you asking?" The Polis Ranger wondered as he pulled out a cigarette from his chest pocket. "Are you thinking that a bunch of Russians with mushroom vodka magically appeared out of nowhere and set up camp on some school ground that trains children to fight monsters?"
"Um… yes? We're here to investigate your origin?"
"Yes, yes I am." He answered. "My friends and I are from another world."
"Uhlman, how can you be sure that you are from another world. I do not see any possible means of transportation from Remnant to where you come from."
The man shrugged his shoulder and turned around. "Looks like I got to play open Sesame." As he walked away from the reporter and the cameraman, he began to make his way towards a small area near the edge of the cliff.
"What are you doing?!" She demanded. "That's suicide!"
He ignored her as he continued on; however, her eyes watched in bewilderment as his body flashed out of existence before her very eyes and in front of the camera.
Lisa turned around faced towards the lens. "You just saw this folks, a weird strange phenomenon has occurred on the grounds of Beacon Academy. We'll be covering this for a duration of time until things become normal."
The cameraman spoke once more. "Lisa, he's back."
She turned around, only to see Uhlman return from his destination with a smile. "I'm back, what did I miss?"
Of all the topics she had just covered, this was something else entirely.
The storm had done something to Pavel Morozov and his men. Not only did they get struck by lightning, but they survived. The odds of survival were just that low, but to finally be alive after all of this time was something he didn't foresee at all. Whatever happens now, he would have to make due until he returned to the Red Line.
As his eyes noted his surroundings, the Red Line operative realized he was in some kind of warehouse in the middle. He didn't know where he was, but all he did know was that he was in one. Then he heard groans from around, causing him to look down and discover his six men getting up from the cold concrete floor. "What the hell happened to us?" One of them asked.
It was a good question, especially for something that was not what he expected. "To be honest, comrade, I have no fucking clue. Stay alert, we might be in Reich territory for all we know." Pavel replied. "Get the others up." He said before switching out his silenced sniper rifle for a smaller version of a Kalash. It was not powerful nor did it have the range of its reputable variant, but it was a better weapon than those damn Bastard guns.
As his men finally awoken from their slumber, they turned on their flashlights and looked at their surroundings. This warehouse was filled with crates, perhaps they had some loot that he would bring back to the Red Line. It might not be something General Korbut would want, but it was better than returning empty-handed. The prospect of arming a few or even the special forces with better equipment was a interesting idea.
The men slowly stepped forward and looked around. Yet, there was one thing Pavel did see that caught his attention. Before his very eyes, there was a mech that he once saw in pictures before. His parents didn't tell him about it, but that didn't matter. He was looking at a live mech with his very own eyes behind a gas mask. "Well, well, well. Look at what we found here, guys. Opa, the general is going to love this."
Despite the revelation of such a prize being found, a black blur introduced itself from above as it landed between Pavel and his discovery. "How did you find this place?" The person demanded. The stranger was soon accompanied by dozens of others, dressed in white outfits. A contrast to their leader clad in black.
"What the fuck?!"
"Again, I'll demand once more. How did you find this place?"
The major didn't adhere to his demands. "Up yours, suka."
"Very well, you will not leave this place alive." The stranger replied. "Kill them."
"Comrades, kill these fuckers!"
An exchange of gunfire erupted as the Red Line soldiers clashed with their ambushers. Some blind fired behind their stack of crates while others tried to pick off their attackers. One good Soviet was permanently struck by a bullet with no signs of recovery.
Before Pavel had any sense to rise to fight back, he saw the very same man he confronted speed past one of his men with a sword in one hand and its sheathe in his other. Once he stopped in place, he watched in horror as his comrade fell to the ground and spilled blood. Another soldier tried to confront him as he blasted shotgun shells in his direction. The man in black simply flew past him in a blink of an eye while his blade did the work.
Whatever he was fighting against, it was beyond anything he had expected. There was only one way in how this was going to end. It was an order he didn't want to say, but it was one he needed. "Deploy the canisters!"
When Artyom stepped through the portal, the young man and his party found themselves back at Beacon as he glanced over to the two students. "Before you two head off somewhere else, go find the nurse and have a check up." The Ranger stated.
Jaune raised an eyebrow at his concern. "I don't think I need a check-up, I feel fine."
Before he could reason any further, Winter reinforced him before he could reply. "There is a good reason behind it. Do it just to be safe." The specialist said before the blond boy and the rabbit faunus departed from their protection and reintegrated themselves with their lives.
"I could have handled that on my own." Artyom commented.
Winter took a quick glance at him. "You could, but I wanted to take the attention from him first." Her scroll buzzed to life as she slipped it out of her pockets. "A call from the general, let me take care of this." As soon as she activated the call, Artyom overheard their conversation. "General, the Ranger and I have returned Ozpin's students."
The speaker was loud enough for him to hear his reply. "Well-done, specialist, meet me on my ship for debriefing." Ironwood answered.
Once she was done, she slipped her scoll into her pockets and turned her full attention on Artyom. "I'm going to be going soon."
"You better not keep your general waiting."
Winter smiled. "Don't worry about me, I'm just wondering what you would be doing in your own time."
"I don't know." He answered. "Miller is a busy man and I have plenty of time on my hands."
"Hopefully, Ironwood will be merciful to my schedule and should the debrief be short, I was thinking that I could introduce you to a restaurant in Vale. Of course, I'll be paying for the meal." She added.
"Yes… yes, that would be nice. I'll be in the camp if you need to find me."
The two departed from their company and went their separate ways to handle their own business.
Professor Ozpin looked down from his tower, sipping his coffee while he noted Khan's presence beside him. He didn't know why he was here of all places, but the headmaster knew that Khan had his ways. Not many people could sneak to his tower through the elevator shaft. "Why are you here?" Ozpin questioned.
Khan took a few steps forward with hands behind his back. "I'm just merely admiring the view." He replied. "It has been a long time since I stood in a place like yours and looked at the world below. How far I have fallen in terms of view."
"Is it true? Is it true that Artyom's world has been destroyed in a blink of an eye?"
"Yes. I told you and the general a long time ago."
One more sip of his caffeine. "I wanted to be sure. I was rather skeptical of your claim about an entire world being gone."
Khan scoffed at his words. "That skepticism is what made her powerful and your fault."
"I know that. Your punishment taught me that. Even then, I still have my faults."
"I don't blame you for that, but I hoped you would be more vigilant while I was away. Then again, I have left you to your devices until then. Does she know about me?"
"No, not at all." Ozpin replied. "Not even her pieces know that you exist aside from being a myth."
"That is good. Once you have the opportunity, I will help you end this matter once and for all."
"Her power has grown, she is not something to underestimate."
"I know what Salem is capable of." He answered. "I just want to know what you are capable of."
The professor tried to take one more sip, only to learn his mug was empty. Sad that he didn't have more to comfort him. Ozpin placed his mug down on his desk before joining Khan from his tower. "I do have a question. Will these people from the other world help us against her?"
Khan turned his head. "In a way… yes."
"That is not comforting at all."
"In the other world, it has been twenty years since the world has ended. By my estimate, the light those people carry should have been extinguished a long time ago. Yet, they burn bright when they should have fallen. At a glance, a huntsman or a huntress would outclass them in every way. However, the hardiness of Russians is surprisingly astonishing based on historical accounts."
"Are you sure that they would be helpful? All I see is wasted potential spent on drinking and singing around campfires. They would break before the witch if they fought her."
"A long time ago, I became a famous warlord in their world. Their people were very clever at fighting back, whether that be through sheer will or notable tactics."
"We will have to wait and see." Professor Ozpin.
"I should mention that something terrible will happen."
"How do you know this? Through visions?"
Khan laughed. "I'm not a barbarian, I watch the news."
Author's Note: The story advances, but what will happen to Remnant?
Aquaticmammals: Colonization? That is totally not happening due to reasons.
A flying Ikaruga: Yes.
Lt. Frostdromeda: It really depends on my school.
TheShadow of Zama: Apologies for the grammatical mistakes, but I wanted to get the chapter out there to tell the others that this story isn't dead.
BlitzkriegHOSS: That was one of the problems I had with most of the RWBY crossovers. The fics have to somehow have a way to be included with Team RWBY in one way or another.