In the cold icy tundra of Atlas, a brief calm had fallen upon the landscape. With no blizzards raging on, the miles of snow and icy seemed picturesque that starry night. However, high in the cosmos above, one of those stars began to grow in size. It proceeded to balloon in size until, with a mighty roar, it barreled through the atmosphere of Remnant. It soared across the sky in a mighty ball of fire until it ultimately careened into the snow landscape below with a mighty explosion that stretched into the heavens above, for a brief moment.
"General! There is something you must see!" reported Specialist Winter Schnee as she entered the man's office. The room was sparse with little to offer. Apart from a small table set with four chairs adjacent to it along the wall of the office, the General's desk was the primary focus of the room, which sat close to the glass back wall, overlooking the city of Atlas below. The man General Ironwood, in the midst of completing another bill from the Council, looked up towards her. "What is it that you wish to report Specialist?" he replied.
The woman, coming to attention, said aloud, "Some of our scouts have told me of an unidentified object crashing down approximately 13.7 miles away from the city of Atlas and Mantle! Radars indicate that the object was more than simply a stray meteor, seeming to be something mechanical and spherical in appearance. What are your orders sir!". The General in the midst of thought, muttered to himself, "Could this be possibly linked with Arthur Watts? The man was ahead of his time, and a satellite wouldn't be out of his range of abilities. Whatever he could be doing, it certainly wouldn't be good for the people of Atlas."
Ironwood, pulling out of his chair, stood tall and responded, "Send an extraction team out to investigate the crash site. If possible, bring the object back to base for a thorough investigation from our scientists. I want a full report on the object, on my desk, as soon as possible!" Winter, acknowledging Ironwood, gave a firm salute back to the man before proceeding to leave.
As the Bullhead flew over the land below, the pilot yelled over the intercom," We're about to land at the object's crash site! Whatever the thing may be, proceed with caution!" The four hunters looked toward the pilot and gave a quick nod. One huntress, Jill Evergreen, looked below at the crater. Calling it a crash site was pretty accurate in all honesty, the crater was a massive thing in and of itself, comparable to the size of a landing strip. It was as if a giant had descended from the sky and punched the planet below. And there, at the crater's epicenter, was the object.
Once the Bullhead had landed, the quartet of hunters leaped out of the craft and examined the spherical object. It appeared to be a grey metal ball with a circular red glass window placed in the center of the sphere. Another huntsman, Jack Evergreen, cautiously approached the machine, his gun spear trembling slightly in his palms. Gazing into the red window, he noticed something within the machine.
"By the Gods, there's a person in here!"
The other hunters quickly walked up to the machine in response. The huntsman, Philip Blanc asked, "Why in Remnant would there be a person in there? Do you think they might be an enemy soldier that volunteered to be sent into enemy lines?" Huntsman Eric Noir vehemently shook his head in response.
"Whatever, this thing is, it was able to survive recently from orbit and create a massive crater. An enemy leader wouldn't waste such valuable resources, just to send a single soldier into Atlas."
Jack cautiously pushed his spear against the side of the craft, only for a door to be pushed outward in response. Before them, they saw a young man in a bizarre attire sitting in a seat inside the machine. The clothes appeared to be some sort of colorful armor, with browns, greens, and blues covering most of it. The huntsmen quickly glanced to his waist, as he appeared to be wearing some sort of furry belt wrapped across it. However, most of their focus was upon his face which was bleeding profusely from the top of his head, with his bizarrely spiky hair beginning to be coated and stained in it.
"Holy shit, he's injured bad!" exclaimed Jill. She touches the strange man's neck sensing a faint pulse.
Pressing her finger against a device on her ear, she quickly shouts, "Mission Control! Do you hear me!? This is Jill, leader of Team JPEJ. We are at the crash site currently. The object appears to be some sort of craft with a person inside! They are suffering a serious head injury! We will do what we can to stop the bleeding, but he needs significant medical treatment ASAP! Please prep the medical bay for our return! Can you hear me mission control!?"
After a few seconds, the communication device comes to life once more. "This is Mission Control, we can hear you loud and clear!" Please bring the individual and their craft back to base as soon as you can! Medical treatment will be prepped for the individual's arrival."
Jill and Eric gently lift the young man out of the craft and into Bullhead's interior, the two sitting on the floor and holding the man to keep him stable. Jack and Phillip run to the rear of the Bullhead and proceed to grab and connect a series of wires with large magnetical pads on the ends of them to the spherical device. While the two huntsmen connect the other ends of the wires to the Bullhead, Eric looks as the young man's belt begins to convulse and move erratically.
"This guy's a monkey faunus? Could the White Fang be tied to this?" He looks up at Jill in bewilderment.
Jill looks at her fellow soldier in response,"Whoever he is and where his loyalties lie will be determined after we get back to base. Understood?"
Eric nods to Jill as the other two huntsmen enter the ship. The pilot shouts out,"Is the machine connected to the Bullhead?" Phillip and Jack give a thumbs up to the pilot. The pilot yells out,"Then let's head back to base!" After pressing the controls, the Bullhead springs to life once more and gains altitude, flying back to Atlas.