Hey Reaper 1. Wha-" I barely noticed one of my fellow pilots ask our Wing Commander a depressingly bland question like 'why was the sky blue?'. Looking out the right of my A10s cockpit. I watched sand dune after sand dune roll by, they melded with the almost cloudless sky like oil in water.

Moving my vision to my Wing Commander or personally known to us as David " Pickaxe" Dusten. In his own sandy camouflaged A10. Raking my sight across the instruments inside my own plane I looked to the left. The sun is extra blinding squinting. I slowly rubbed my thumb over the fire button on my stick.

"Reaper 2?" snapping out of my thoughts "Yes Reaper 3?" I asked monotonously.

"Why'd the afganie cross the road?" hearing the humorous tone and smug grin even trough our faceless coms I smirked.

"Well, to get to the daycare of course" Hearing him sigh "Fuck" he grumbled "How'd you know that?"

"Trade secret" I drawled. Now with the joker of our Wing mulls over that I should introduce myself. I'm Reaper 2 of Reaper Wing a A10 Thunderbolt strike group stationed in Afghanistan. My actual name is Samual "Wraith" Campbell and Reaper 3. Is Jackson "Airhead" Darvie", with a drawn out E. My parent's decided to be original and used an A instead of and E for the last few digits of my name. As a child I was told by many it was spelled incorrectly

Us three are headed out to provide support to a ambushed caravan. Now you may ask isn't three A10's overkill? For the Taliban. Well, in normal circumstances yes, yes they would be but

Our boys are in a pickle. So Uncle Sam sent us three without the usual fighter escort to bail them out. We where in a rush and didn't have the time to scramble a escort-

"Alright boys I've got eyes on them. Prepare for danger close strikes, bandits got them pinned"

Angling my jet's nose down. Dropping feet by the dozens, I along with my comrades opened fire.

Peppering a white truck I pulled up and banked left A10 screaming. Looking at the battlefield as I leveled out. The hostiles were quickly being torn apart by the men around the Hummer's. Pulling up gradually I started to orbit the area. Watching 1. And 3. Finish off the last vehicle.

"Nice job guys. HQ need us anywhere else?" I questioned "No I do-" radio traffic from Air Command cut My wing lead Off "Beware Hostile aircraft closing fast. Reaper Wing RTB to base" came the sharp command.

"Roger, how many?" asked 1.

"Five, standard fighter wing. Do Not Engage" was the reply. Feeling a chill run down my spine "We don't have a choice command" I interjected seeing the Unidentified fighters blaze through the conveniently placed clouds, well for them it was a godsend. For us it was a very bad bought of bad luck.

"Shit" I snarled out banking right. A cluster of bullets passed harmlessly past my belly. "WE DON'T HAVE THE JETS FOR THIS!" screamed out 3. My A10 shuddered at the rough rolling I was forcing the plane to endure. Pulling up into a defensive circle. Which was for naught,

Because the identified Mig had better maneuverability than my clunky A10. The enemies fighter oriented frame easily kept pace with my A10.

Groaning under my mask. I stalled the engines. To rapidly lose speed, in quick succession, I pulled the air brake and The Mig had to dodge my rapidly slowing plane. The pilot screamed his plane over my tail and right above my nose into my line of fire. I pressed the fire button on my stick. Frame shuddering the A10 blasted hot lead at the Mig, heavy rounds tore the smaller plane apart. Swinging my stick to the left.

In the heat of the moment I failed to notice the pilot eject safely from his burning mig.

The A10 sucked fuel like a greedy beast as I increased the throttle.

My plane must have felt my anger. As I glared holes into the Mig chasing 3. His frantic rolling and banking. left the engine clearly smoking. Pushing the throttle forward till I couldn't no longer in a bid to catch up. 3.'s frantic labored breathing spilled across the coms "Hold on Airhead i'm coming!"

Pushing more fuel into the turbines my A10 flew after 3. With my tunnel vision I didn't notice the fireball that was Pickaxe's A10 slam into the desert below.

Lining my A10 behind the Mig. in my frantic mind I harshly pressed the fire button, not releasing my blunder until the deed was done 3's A10 took the heavy rounds straight to the tail as the. Russian marked Mig danced down and away from the bullets meant for it.

My heart dropped at Airheads screaming as he went down the air resistance tearing the warplane containing my friend's jet apart.

A blistering fireball marked his sandy demise. Everything was a blur, white hot anger bellowed through my veins. My furious fearful scream echoed with the A10's turbines. Pulling up into a corkscrew after the Russian fighter, spraying bullets all the while.

I must've caught a fuel line or missile because the fighter exploded in a brilliant light of yellow flames and black smoke. Let out a almost feral grin as I circled around dodging a 3rd Migs burst firing.

A10 shuddered some more as I used moves similar to a F22. pulling the Air-to-ground combat plane vertical, tail to the ground. Mig screaming under me. Leveling out I barely heard the missile lock alarm blaring at me. Pressing the fire button the Russian plane easily rolled to the left. Scowling I turned to follow as a boom shook the A10 and my vision flushed white.

When my vision cleared. My eyes widened to saucer like proportions I barely pulled my A10 around the tip of a mountain not noticing my own feminine squeak of fear nor the light blue bangs in my face.

Leveling the war plane out I shuddered in my seat. I saw nothing but trees and darkness shattered moon to my back unseen by my panicked looking "where am I-" cutting myself off at my non man like voice. My brain stalled. Finally noticing my new colored hair, obviously longer than the standard military cut. At that point I shook violently A10 dangerously listing to the right.

Gasping, I fumbled for the stick, almost sending myself rolling. Between my erratic breathing and pitiful whimpering I managed to set the plane straight and on autopilot setting my shaking hands in my lap.

I sat in the seat staring forward for god knows how long. Just thinking, trying to sort my thoughts out. I killed Jack… I started shaking again, tearing my helmet off. gagging almost heaving.

I got the next shock of my life. Staring back at me was. A ragged looking girl, blue. No cyan hair matted to her cheeks, eyes red and dilated in fear, Japanese in origin light sea-green-blue in color. I paused at her appearance.

I recognize this face. Trying to put a name to it. Blue hair and eyes who has those.

"S-sinon?" I paled as her lips moved to copy mine and the voice that reverberated through the cockpit.

"I'm a girl?" I muttered. I flinched when a bright blue light flashed in the cockpit "What the fuck?"

My arms no, her arms were glowing a protective energy flowed across them. Almost dancing around her arms. Blinking owlishly at my-her arms covered in my flight suit. It seemed this blue energy flowed across my-Her-our body. Shifting in my cockpit.

Flinching "Fuck!" I howled. My tailbone throbbing in pain. Wincing I shifted on my side trying to relieve whatever was in pain. Feeling something slither up my hip and around my waist. shuddering.

I sat normally making sure not to hit the stick or the red button on it. Shaking once again reliving what I did to Airhead.

Slapping the side of my head. Blue light flaring. I winced as the light reflected off the cockpits glass, "I-I need to land, I'm probably low on fuel" glancing at the gauge. It read full. "Yeah I'm definitely loow" blanching at the gauge I leaned forward poking it once.

Nope still reads full with a capital F. huh.. Slowly grabbing the throttle I pushed it forward expecting the needle to take a sharp dip. To signal i'm draining fuel fast as fuck.

I paused "Yup! That's joining this" gesturing at my body "on the shelf of forget about it"

Climbing higher the A10 tells me I've passed 4,000 feet and was still climbing.

Grabbing the flight helmet slipping it on along with the breathing apparatus. My eyes started drooping, the adrenaline usage catching up with me. I slipped into a fitful sleep without a care if I woke up.

Waking up to the steady thrum of the A10's turbines was weird. But waking up to the sounds of loud cawing trumped it. Opening my eyes I abruptly sprung up in my seat alert. Hands curling around the stick in tight-jawed fear.

Seeing large birds bigger than the Hog was terrifying enough but these distinctly familiar birds sent a new spike of fear through my systems. I pushed the yoke forward to slip the jet into a nose dive. The large bird followed.

Now how a large avian the size of a small house was keeping up with a combat fighter. Was scary beyond belief. I swung the large jet to the left and the bird couldn't keep up.

Pulling around I spied the hovering bird I smirked. Lining my nose up with the target I pressed the button. The familiar Brrr of the canon tore the bird apart. With that and several door sized holes. The Nevermore fell.

Leveling out. I scornfully chuckled, still put out by my distinctly female laugh.

"So I'm now Sinon from sao! But I'm in rwby also!" scowling and letting out a non feminine snort "Of course it has to be rwby" throwing my hands up and crossing them, feeling the squishiness of my chest through my flight suit. I just frowned and slowly removed my arms from their previous position.

I opened my mouth to begin my hateful rant.

"I wonder what fugly will have to say about another worlder" Tilting my head, putting on a mocking voice and puffing out my chest. "Quite interesting Tyrain" I chuckled, "bring them to me" throwing out my limp wrist like a princess would. I cackled. Mocking immortal being's was always fun.

Wiping a tear away from my eye. I grinned

eyeing my surroundings forgetting about how I got here "I wonder where in the timeline anyway" Nodding off to myself looking at the dash specifically at the fuel gage, which hasn't moved.

"I got a A10 warthog that doesn't run out of fuel" still talking to myself I mumbled "where am I?" Flipping the jet upside down I looked. "Nothing but forest" I grumbled spinning the Hog upright. I continued searching.

A handful of hours later I spotted a bright white bullhead flying at 1,000ish feet give or take a few hundred, matching my speed with it I began to wonder what I'll do with my time on Remnant. Wait, how old am I? Putting a hand on my thigh. Grabbing the standard handgun. Pulling it free from the holster. Sunlight reflecting off the slide. I looked into it.

All that looked back was a cyan and tan blob. Shaking my head "figures" shrugging, I retired the handgun back on my thigh. I began doing lazy barrel rolls while watching the VTOL

Nearing what looked like Vale I broke off and flew a little higher. Feeling my breast pocket under the flight suit gently pulling the zipper down I yanked out the single lensed binocular. Entering in a standard orbit I began playing eye spy.

"Ookay I spy a unfucked beacon tower" I spoke "whadda you spy Airhead?" I asked absentmindedly. Removing the Bino from my eye I Looked to my left "Hey asshole what gi-" feeling my heart sink "Oh" I breathed. Pulling my eyes away from his spot on my left to the Hogs nose. Then my heart sank more "Pickaxe?!" opening the coms channel "Reaper 2. To Reaper 1. Do you copy?" I asked…. "No N-No NO!"

My angered scream mixed with the A10's turbines making a furious howl. Slamming my now petite fist on my leg another snarl broke out across my face. "Russian bastards" grabbing the yoke I did a roll and then another.

Closing my eyes I breathed " Don't worry boy's I'll rain hell on my enemies for you"

Opening Sinon's pretty cyan-green eyes I let my tears fall. Girlish sobs wrecked my body.

I don't know how long I sat in an orbit around Vale bawling like a little girl. But I eventually had no more to spew out.

So like any self respecting human I continued my game of eye spy. "I spy with my little eye a perfectly normal vale" feeling a pang of hunger I winced "Fuck me i'm as hungery as a bear, I could eat one"

I started looking for a place I could land after I announced my hunger "natta natta natta~" cutting myself off "FUCK! These shit headed fuck nuts. Have no runways or anything similar?!" I paused "anywhere" I ground out. 'Well except beacons big as fuck main walkway. Now why was it as large as a runway? '

'Fuck if I know'. I sighed through Sinon's pretty nose. "I mean" furrowing my brow I eyed Beacon's courtyard. I did some quick math, it seemed long enough. Smirking "I could" getting a devious glint in my eye "Oh, I'm definitely" doing one more full orbit around Vale.

I started rapidly losing altitude while I lined my A10 up with my new makeshift runway. Dropping my landing gear, I opened the air flaps, angling my nose up I began bleeding speed. The Hog rumbled when the rear gear hit concrete. Flaring the breaks the big bird slowed. Looking down I grinned, unhooking my harness. Unlatching the canopy I pushed the noticeably lighter glass up and to the side.

Hearing the click clack of heels approach and an almost shrill voice ask. "Who are you! You can't land that thing here!" Jumping down from the cockpit I simply looked up at a very very angry Deputy Headmistress.

Pulling my helm off "I'm hungry bitch!" I played it out "Been fighting grim for days holy shit!" I wasn't being polite. In fact I was being nothing but a ass, and my only excuse is. I was still processing the things that happened.

Flipping her off for good measure. "And where's the strong shit?" unzipping the front of the flight suit down to my waist, I pulled the half crushed box of cigs out of my other pocket.

Lighting one up, just to piss off the Deputy Headmistress her off. I checked on my progress Glynda looked about ready to blow a fuse but I was saved by the bell. "Now now Glynda, how about you get our guest a plate?"

I chuckled "She's a maid?" The old fool gave me a look "No, now you are Miss?"

I Guess since I am her.. "I'm Shino but feel free to call me Wraith or Sinon" I gave him a look over. Yup same Ozzy "and you are?" I raised a brow for an answer, Ozpin pushed his hand forward.

"Headmaster Ozpin" Taking his hand

"Nice to meet you" I blandly stated.

He didn't look bothered by my dead tone nor the smoke in my mouth. "Where did you acquire such a vehicle?" Shrugging "built her" I mumbled. Noticing a familiar crow "I thought spies were frowned upon" seeing my pointed look I saw his eyes widen a fraction. That's when I knew I made a mistake. But I buried the spike of fear via Nearly laughing at his expression.

Within seconds of the words leaving my lips, I heard the whirr of gears and managed to duck in time before a scythe took my head off. Stumbling forward "Woah there dude! Take me out to dinner first"

Grinning like an imp at Qrow's serious look, putting my hands in a placating gesture "I'm not hostile" he didn't relax at my words, in fact he tensed up even more like I strapped a bom to Ruby's chest and was flipping the detonator in my hand. The situation quickly grew out of my control as Qrow flipped his scythe at me.

I thanked Sinon's agile frame as I jumped to the side dodging his buckshot which frankly amazed me.

Pulling my pistol in a flash plugging off two rounds at him which he batted aside with his scythe in a twirl. 'Holy shit' he was on me in a blink of an eye. I get nailed in the face by the bladed outside of Harbinger.

Now that hurt. Landing on my ass I backed up from the downward swing. "I sai-" squeaking, I rolled out of the second blow. On my knees now I plugged off three more rounds, two of which hit Qrow in the side.

The other horrifically went wide, right at the old coot. I forgot he was an old reincarnated wizard for a split second. My eyes widened when I felt something dig into my middle and I was sent flying.

Tumbling and rolling like some fucked up pinball I skidded to a stop. I froze at the sight of a cyan tail floating in my vision. "Uhhh" I blanched stupidly. Qrow was more than happy to rake his scythe across my face, sending me sprawling on my back.

"I SAID I'M NOT HOSTILE!" my irritated and crackling shout got him to stop. I glared at him Qrow glanced back at Ozpin the old wizard help up a aged hand. The grizzled Huntsman frowned and lowered his scythe. I choose to ignore the completely non-verbal conversation, because I had several large ass fish to fry.

"Now that your done being a jackass" I stood up put out my hand "Hi I'm Shino"

Qrow raised both his brows in an expression that spelled out just how much the universe fucks him. "Qrow" he didn't put out his hand, instead he took out his flask.