For those of you who don't read my other story, I was gone for work in the mountains for the summer and when I got back, immediately went to Costa Rica. I am back now and will be updating again. It will still be irregular but expect at least one chapter every other week. Maybe. I may be able to actually update more due to having more free time this semester. I hope you all have a good day.

osterreicher97: Yeah, I plan on having Qrow still be in the plot, but he'll be more serious after finding out that actions have consequences.

Spenge: Youchies for sure.

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War is Eternal

Andrei wasn't happy. To be frank, he was pissed. Not at the medics, who couldn't save Jaeger's legs (though they did save his life) but at Dr. Polidenia who refused to make any prosthetics until he was done reviewing one of his "projects." Not willing to lose a member of his command squad so quickly, he got into contact with another scientist and tried to get prosthetics from them. Dr. Gerbel was unable to make very good prosthetics, but could make good hover pads. Jaeger had begged for a floating battle chair upon hearing of it and within two weeks, Andrei caved. Now Jaeger would float around the ship in "The Chair of Valhalla" going 24 kilometers an hour and nearly bowling people over and causing mayhem wherever he went until Andrei threatened to take his chair, give him a regular one, and have Emma be the driver.

Needless to say Jaeger was a lot more calm. But now Dr. Polidenia was being even more difficult. The doctor was asking Andrei and his men to escort his daughter around town and make sure didn't get in trouble… again. Andrei had declined to do it at first, but then General Ironwood ordered him to do so.

"Stupid General. Stupid Doctor. Stupid frakking students and all their groxshrakk."

It wasn't just the assignment that annoyed Andrei. It was the details that annoyed him. They were to escort the student around the festival and into the arena to fight. Personally, the whole tournament seemed like a waste of time. Time and resources that could be spent fighting the enemies of mankind. But naturally, it wasn't his job to question orders, but to follow them.

Andrei looked boredley around the bridge waiting for anything to happen at all. It had been quiet, and if Triox taught him anything, it was that the silence was worse than fighting. Not knowing when and from where the enemy was going to attack made everything worse. Most of the soldiers were looking at a few screens showing the tournament fights out of boredom. Anything was better than just sitting and twiddling thumbs. Only one interesting thing had happened so far, and it was a student attacking another after he had already been downed. The next fight of the finals looked to be interesting. Perhaps. Andrei watched on as one "Pyrrha Nikos" went against the doctor's daughter. Andrei was surprised when with a gesture of her hands, Pyrrha ripped Penny to pieces and revealed her to be a man of iron. Andrei scowled at the screen at the existence of abominable intelligence but knew this meant trouble was about to start. Already, his soldiers were rushing through the ship to get geared up. Andrei scowled deeper as he walked to the PA system in the bridge and brought it to his mouth.

"ALL UNITS! GET GEARED AND GET READY! WE ARE DEPLOYING NOW! SCRAMBLE THE TRANSPORTS! WE GO TO WAR!"

The chaotic rush turned into an orderly affair as officers got their men in order. Already, many of the Mantas were ready to launch but waited. Once about half were ready. Andrei climbed into one and ordered the launch. The mantas launched into the sky and headed for Beacon. Already, grimm and white fang were out in force. Even worse, all of the automated soldiers had turned against the populace using their weapons to gun down civilians and attack the huntsmen trying to help.

Most of Andrei's forces split off to go into the city to secure areas with high concentrations of people. The rest of the mantas continued their course for Beacon. The ground was covered with so much debris and fighting that the mantas couldn't land. Instead of trying to find a place to land, the mantas opened the ramps and the troops dropped right into the thick of the fighting. The mantas then peeled off to go back to Valhalla to get more troops to deploy.

Andrei ordered his men to fire from cover while he got to a comms officer and got on the radio. He was immediately bombarded with several hundred people all yelling that they needed support or evacuation as their automated assets turned on them. Already, an entire airship was lost due to the robots killing its entire crew. Andrei sighed and closed the radio. He would most likely not get any support from any of the other regiments. At worst, morale would suffer due to having to listen to squads go silent as they were wiped.

"Hold this position! Not one step back!"

Weiss was not having a good day. It started in the morning when their (admittedly sometimes correct) childish leader woke them up at 4 in the morning to "Get good seats" when there were perfectly good screens elsewhere, with multiple angles to better help her find weaknesses in her competition. So there she was, sitting in the bleachers with 5 hours of sleep, 3 hours before the first fight of the day. In other words, suffering. The fights had started off fine, more final matches between singles before it was Yang vs Mercury. Yang won the fight, and then promptly attacked her downed opponent. She was arrested. Then Pyrrah and Penny fought, leading to Penny's death and the giant battle going on in front of Beacon. Now, she was running at about half her aura and down to her last 12 vials of dust.

Then help arrived. No one really expected any help from the Atlas Military as they were busy trying to keep themselves from getting overrun by their automated troops, but then it became clear why there was any help at all. The 1212th Cold Bloods didn't use automated troops. They were a purely human regiment, which meant all of their mantas, their airship, and their troops were ready and fresh. Andrei himself was on the front, blasting Grimm apart with his pistol and revving his sword. His shouts to hold the position they had seemed to bolster his forces as they fought ferociously for the quartyard. The Mantas that had dropped them off had already left, and even as the Cold Bloods and White Fang traded shots, more Mantas came by to drop more troops right onto the front lines.

"Fix bayonets! Affix bayonets! Prepare to charge!"

Weiss almost tripped up in her fight. Having troops charge enemy lines while holding a steady position was madness. Then she noticed the troops that weren't on the front lines. They had set up mortar tubes and were firing preparing to launch their shells. Andrei spoke into the comms and suddenly her ears were ringing. The ground shook momentarily as the mortars launched their payload. She could vaguely hear an order to charge as she regained her bearings and saw the devastation wrought by the mortars.

The Cold Bloods charged into the smoke made by the mortar's detonations yelling at the top of their lungs. Several students seemed to get caught up in the moment and charged alongside the Cold Bloods joining the battle cry. She herself was running alongside them. She could hear her blood pumping in her ears as her heart beat the drums of war.

Then they all heard the cry, "For the Emperor!"

In her haze she responded to the cry, and many others did as well. "FOR THE EMPEROR!"

Andrei was surprised. He hadn't really thought through his battle cry. In the rush of battle, charging alongside soldiers against the enemies of humanity, he remembered the Emperor, the Imperium, and his comrades. It was of no consequence. What surprised him was the response to it. The cry resounded across the battlefield as they pushed through enemy lines. Andrei's men ensured that any White Fang soldiers that were alive remained as so for as little time as possible. Bayonets stabbed into disoriented White Fang grunts and Grimm alike. The huntsman in training hesitated for a second at the sight of dead bodies before focussing and attacking any enemies still standing.

"Enemy counter attack from the left sir!"

"Man down!"

"Get to cover"

"Mechs! Run!"

Andrei scowled at the panicked yells of the students. "Not one step back! If you retreat I'll kill you myself!"

The panicked students and soldiers stopped their retreat as one continued anyways. Andrei pointed his las-pistol at the soldier and shot him in the head. His head turned to fine red mist and his neck steamed as it cauterized. The body fell forward and went a little bit farther before stopping. This truly made some of the students terrified as they went to fight.

"Grenades! I want those mechs gone!"

Several grenades flew towards the mechs, detonating after a few seconds. Two mechs fell over, completely disabled and one was no longer able to move due to damage to its legs. The rest of Andrei's men charged mechs, firing all the while. The two disabled mechs had their cockpits pried open, their pilots then slaughtered. The damaged mech was swarmed and its pilot was killed when thermite was detonated on the cockpit, cooking the White Fang member inside.

"No Mercy for the traitors! Kill them all!"

Andrei's men shouted at the top of their lungs as they counter-attacked. Two more mechs existed and had escaped the worst of the grenades. The mechs were mowing down soldiers out in the open and shooting huntsmen with missiles to deter them from trying to attack. The ground shook once more as the mortars unleashed a second volley. The mechs fell under the heavy fire and many more grunts died in the resulting fragmentation explosions.

"Sir! Reinforcements from the Valhalla have arrived. They await your orders."

"Get them on the front, I want the wounded to the back."

"What about those too injured to move?"

"Give them mercy. The Emperor's Blessing."

"Yes sir."

Andrei always hated that order when he was in the guard. It made the people of Valhalla numb to the death of comrades. It brought down morale and always broke recruits. Andrei knew that deep down, this would not be the last time that order would have to be given. Not until this war was over.