Wanted to give an actual Earth/RWBY fic. So I was complaining about how there weren't that many Earth/RWBY fics and decided to give a one chapter shot. I was inspired by both Operation Forging Steel and the Fate of Earth and Remnant. Mostly following the perspective of NATO.
So let's give this a shot. Why the heck not?
Please note, there may be events in this fic that may reflect real-life events. I will apologize beforehand but remember that this is fan fiction.
Allied Database….North Atlantic Treaty Organisation (2037)
The North Atlantic Treaty Organization (or NATO for short) is an intergovernmental alliance of 33 European and 2 North American nations. Established just when the Cold War began by the Western Nations, the alliance has expanded to encompass much of Europe and most of the EU nations. It is considered the most powerful alliance on Earth, representing 60% of all military spending worldwide.
The most defining aspect of the Alliance is Article 5: "An attack on one is an Attack on all." This means that hostile assault on any one nation constitutes an attack on every member of the alliance. This has deterred most attacks on NATO nations, with the only two instances being invoked are during the War on Terror post 9/11 and the escalation of the Korean Continuation War.
All nations in NATO must spend a minimum of two percent of their GDP on defense. This has historically been a debating point between members as for much of their history, many members has had the reluctance to spend that much. However, due to rising tensions with Chinese and Russian blocks, all nations have fulfilled the minimum spending of 2% on military matters.
35 members make up the Alliance. These are Albania, Belgium, Bulgaria, Canada, Croatia, Czechia, Denmark, Estonia, France, Finland, Germany, Greece, Hungary, Iceland, Italy, Latvia, Lithuania, Luxembourg, Montenegro, Netherlands, North Macedonia, Norway, Poland, Portugal, Romania, Slovakia, Slovenia, Spain, Sweden, Türkiye, Ukraine, United Kingdom, and the United States. In addition, the alliance has partnerships with nations worldwide including Australia, New Zealand, Japan, South Korea, India, Israel, Brazil, Taiwan (though more covert and unofficial), Mexico, Chile, Alergia, and many more.
While the bulk of NATO nations' militaries remains under national commands, 12 Battalion-regimental size multinational battle groups have been formed to counter various threats. 7 are located in Eastern Europe, 2 in the Mediterranean, 1 in Canada, and 2 in allied pacific nations. In addition, 3 Brigade sized battlegroups and one reinforced special operations battalion, Battlegroups Saunus, Battlegroup Solitas, Battlegroup Anima, and the First North Atlantic Special Operations Detachment (officially abbreviated to NASOD often shortened to NOD) have been formed for operations on the world of Remnant. These common operated with national units to form effective fighting forces capable of taking on Grimm and sapient beings alike.
For much of its history, NATO was once oriented against the Soviet Union and the Warsaw Pact during the Cold War. When the Soviet Union was dissolved, the alliance turned to stabilizing portions of the Balkans and the Middle East while working with the United Nations on various peacekeeping missions. Its members would be involved in the War on Terror and many sporadic operations against known terror cells. During the early 2020s, it's future was in doubt due to a lack but renewed Russian aggression and hostile expansion by the People's Republic of China gave the alliance a new breath of life along with a new purpose. The 2020s would see NATO nations expanding their military capabilities and see the inclusion of Sweden, Finland, and Ukraine joining the alliance. NATO forces would also be instrumental during the Second Korean War, or commonly known as the Korean Continuation War.
In early 2032 (73 AGW) during an annual summit, the leaders of NATO were 'contacted' (to use a simple term) by the brother gods who requested aid in defeating the Grimm Humanoid known as Salem on the world of Remnant. After much deliberation, the alliance would agree and combat operations on Remnant would commence in the next few years. The brother gods would give NATO the technology to access the world of Remnant. Operations on Remnant, access to natural resources uncontested by other Earth nations, and studying dust reactions have driven the nations of NATO to higher technological standards. Note that while this is a NATO operation, there are a number of non-NATO states that participate in operations on Remnant.
NATO battlegroups (please note that these only mark nations that have contributed 100+ personnel to operations. Many more are aiding with logistics and intelligence gathering):
Battlegroup Solitas: Composed of soldiers experienced in arctic and mountainous fighting. Operates in the Kingdom of Atlas
Major Nations: Canada, Norway, Sweden, Finland, United States, United Kingdom, South Korea, India,
Battlegroup Saunus: Composed of personnel experienced in desert, forest, and urban combat. Operates in Vale and Vacuo
Largest battlegroup in size
Major Nations: France, Australia, United States, Taiwan (unofficially), Poland, Germany, Australia, Greece, Japan (unofficially), Canada, Mexico, Israel, India
Battlegroup Anima: Composed of soldiers fighting in forested climates. Operates in Mistral and occasionally Mistral
Major Nations: New Zealand, Ukraine, Latvia, United Kingdom, Brazil, Japan (unofficially), Taiwan (unofficially), Turkiye, Spain, Romania, United States, Poland, Estonia
North Atlantic NASOD (Or known as NOD to its members), a special operations force operating within the major cities
Major nations: Every NATO nation and partner aware of Remnant
Headquarters on Remnant.
Bastion - Naval and air base on an island between Solitas and Saunus. Home to the USS Reprisal Carrier battle group (secretly constructed on Remnant)
Mist - Located near the continent of Anima. Home to the ORP Dauntless cruiser battlegroup (Former the Slava class Ukraina cruiser, purchased by Poland from Ukraine)
NAV Chorus Carrier battlegroup - A hybrid Kyiv-Izumo design jointly constructed by NATO nations and partners. Power plant replaced with a hybrid Nuclear-Dust Reactor. Equipped with American Cyclops laser defence systems, Israeli Iron Dome defences, French Sylver VLS tubes, and British F-35Bs (among other systems). Home to the 1st NASOD Detachment.
SDC Mining facility, Kingdom of Atlas, Continent of Solitas
75 AGW (After Great War)
Atlas, the industrial powerhouse of Remnant. A nation forged from the ashes of the Great War and the ruins of Mantle. It was the biggest producer of weapons, dust, airships, machines, and more. Many called it a Utopia.
But underneath this facade of a utopia laid dark secrets. That being Atlas was the most racial segregated of the five nations of Remnant. It needed a lot of dust, and dust was a labour-intensive job. So the Schnee Dust Company, looking to line its pockets, committed one of the biggest sins to grow larger: slavery. Well, forced labour but it was the closest thing to slavery
In many of the mines worked thousands of both Faunus and lower-class Humans toil away in the mines to feed the industries of Remnant. And the higher-ups of the SDC didn't care.
Well, they cared about dust output, which was why they had a few hundred mercs lining the perimeter of the mining camp.
"Work faster you animals! We aren't paying you to be lazy!" an SDC manager shouted.
Many of the workers grumbled. "Not like we're being paid much."
"What was that peasant?!" the SDC manager demanded as he marched up the Faunus worker.
"Nothi-" the Faunus worker was then punched in the gut.
"You animal. Polluting our world. Should have sent you all extinct during your little war. Get back to work!"
The worker hobbled away, the others could only watch helplessly as they continued on with their menial tasks.
"Ah!" a young teen dog Faunus yelped as he stumbled over a piece of equipment.
"Hey you little shit! What do you think doing?! Damaging Atlassian equipment?! Well I guess its time for some fun time!" the SDC manager declared, raising his whip.
"I'm sorry! Please I-"
"Shut up!" the SDC manager slashed his whip down, causing the young wolf faunus to howl in pain. "You animals just damaged a piece of equipment. Valuable equipment."
It was just a rubber pipe snaking in fluids for the mines.
"Time for your punishment." the SDC manager raised his whip to give the young wolf pup a beating.
CRACK! A gunshot was heard in the distance and then a loud THAK! The SDC manager looked at the hand that was holding the whip, only to see it blown off. It was at that moment the sadistic Human began screaming.
Over on a ridgeline, Sergeant Chris Korhonen of the Finnish Defence Force Jaeger Regiment, briefly admired his work while observing through his sights. A smoking TRG-21 sniper rifle in his hands, he laid on the roof tops scoping for his next target.
"Got a merc, he has an RPG." Chris's Swedish spotter, Sergeant John Nillson of the Swedish Army's SOG.
"Taking the shot." The TRG barked again and another round slammed into a SDC merc. The merc fell dead, his deadly rocket launcher to never be fired.
"(Comms) This is Brick, Taking a shot." the British sniper team reported. A crack of a TAC-50 echoed through the winter plains of Solitias, striking an SDC enforcing belittling some workers.
It was at that moment the SDC employees realized they were under attack and began directing orders. "GET THOSE ANIMALS INTO THE MINES! SOME- BANG!" the familiar shot of a 50-Cal M82 Barrett cut into another SDC enforcer. Well cutting was the wrong word. More like causing their head to explode.
"Nice shooting Canuck." Chris commented to the supporting Canadian sniper team.
"(Comms) Thank you. also hell of a shot for you, Fickle. Taking out the defensive turrets now."
BANG! BANG! BANG! Three shots rang out from the various sniper teams and promptly sliced through SDC automated defences. Once mighty Atlas laser turrets were reduced to useless husks.
"Ok." Chris let off another shot from his TRG-21, taking out the last laser turret. "All laser defences down. We are cleared to move onto phase two."
"(Comms) Copy that Fickle. Apaches moving in for an attack. Keep taking out mercs."
The unfamiliar thumping of rotarys craft could be heard by the employees of the SDC mining complex and out of nowhere, two AH-64E roared over the complex entrance. Suddenly its M230 30mm autocannon began barking as massive rounds meant to defeat armoured vehicles and buildings tore through mercs.
BANBANGBANGBANGBANGBANG! Dozens of rounds slammed into security towers, guards barracks, armed vehicles, and more. Miners began screaming and dived for cover as SDC guards began dropping dead.
"Gunfighter 06, 11. That's some good hits. Looks like most of the SDC personnel are down." Chris said into his comms.
"(Comms) Copy that Fickle. Wait-" the Apaches saw a single SDC bullhead rise from a tarmac. "(Comms) Comanche Actual, this is Gunfighter 06. We have a Bullhead VTOL taking off. Are we cleared to engage?"
"(Comms) This is Comanche Actual. That Bullhead is carrying SDC security personnel and mercs. Do not let them leave the A.O or we'll have Atlas after our asses. Take out it's engines."
"(Comms) Copy that. Engaging with guns." the Apaches' M230s barked again and a few rounds of 30 mike-mike cut into the thin metal armour the Bullhead engines. The Bullhead sputtered, then fell to the ground."
"Good shooting Gunfighter. One Bullhead down." John Nilison reported.
"(Comms) All NATO elements, Ospreys, Stallions, and Pumas helicopter are coming into land-ground elements. Keep overwatch and make sure no Grimm get close."
"Fickle here. Copy that Comanche. We'll keep them pinned. Out." Chris reported as he swept the complex with his TRG for more SDC mercs.
Back in the complex, many of the poor abused workers stood in shock as their oppressors fell dead where they stood. Two iron pegasus fluttered overhead, bringing down punishment to those that fought back.
THUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMP! The sight of 24 more massive rotary craft brought terror into the workers' hearts.
But when they landed it was revealed not members of the White Fang or Atlas military, but dozens of winter camouflaged soldiers carrying a variety of weapons. Nothing was ever designed on Remnant.
"Move up! Move up! Secure prisoners and get medics to check on the workers!" one of the soldiers yelled.
"ALL SDC SECURITY AND MANAGEMENT PERSONNEL. YOU ARE IN VIOLATION OF THE BASIC RIGHTS OF SENTIENT LIFE. LAY DOWN YOUR ARMS AND SURRENDER TO THE NEAREST ARMED PERSONNEL" a speaker from one of the rotary craft was heard.
"Who da fuck are you?!" One of the SDC managers, now on their knees, yelled at one of the armed soldiers.
Captain Jericho Wilson, of the Canadian army, chuckled. "We're NATO. And we're here to stop you slavers."
Mistal, same time
Temporary Branwen Tribe Camp
Maia Blossom was a young girl. Age of 12, born in the city of Mistral. So why was she out here in the woods in a dangerous bandit camp?
"Gahh!" she stumbled forward and found herself on the ground. Exhausted and out of breath, she looked up at her 'teacher': Raven Branwen.
A combination of stress from Professor Lionheart's semi-harsh teachings, stress at being this maiden, and bad decisions was the answer. In a fit of frustration, stress, and anger, Maia decided running out into the middle of nowhere was a good idea.
And to make matters worse, this Raven person wasn't even trying to be a good teacher! She just wanted to use her for the bandit tribe.
"You're sloppy. Arms coming down too quickly. You keep looking around. Keep that habit up and you'll end up dead." Raven growled.
Damn it women! I'm 12! Didn't even want to be here anyways.
"Up, now. Or you don't get dinner." Raven ordered.
Maia glumly obeyed and got into a fighting stance, ready to take her new master.
Or she would be if an explosion didn't rock the camp.
"Oh what is it now?" Raven said with more irritation than fear. That was when another bandit bursted into the tent the 2 were training in.
"Lady Branwen! We're under attack! We have unidentified attackers at the front entrance!"
"What are you idiots doing? Do I need to handle everything myself?" Raven hissed. "Who is it? Atlas? Vale? SDC?"
"We don't know but-" BOOM! "They got teeth!"
Raven growls and then unsheaths her sword, Omen. "Stay here girl until I come back." The head of Mistral's largest bandit tribe departs, leaving Maia alone in the tent.
Maia gulped as explosions rocked nearer to her tent. And then all of a sudden-
BOOM! Maia yelped as the tent fell on top of her.
?
"…..gone…search."
"Bandit….rescue"
Maia could only groggily moan, pinned under what was the roof of a heavy leather tent.
What was that shouting?
"Someone …..under."
"Rameriz! Giv…hand!"
"Gaah!" Maia yelped as the collapsed roof of the tent was suddenly ripped off her body and the orange hot sun bombarded the young teen with photons.
"Woah. What's a kid doing here?" someone asked. Maia tilted her head up to see a helmeted figure in forest camouflage, a streamlined rifle, a tactical vest, and a flag divided in half with red and white on their shoulders. Another was standing not far off, but he had a patch with red and white stripes, a blue rectangle, and white stars.
Maia just stared, confused.
"(In Polish) Medic!" the man yelled and someone with a similar dress style, but with a white armband with a red cross tied around their arm ( and a green, orange, and white flag instead), rushed to her location.
"Jakob! Speak english you dolt. You realize this is a NATO op right?" the man with the red cross on his arm said.
"Kid, can you understand me?" The medic asked.
Maia nodded. "Who…who are you?"
"NATO special forces. Are you hurt miss?" Maia shook her head. It was at that moment Maia turned around to see the once large bandit camp flattened. Small craters pocketed the region, and dozens of other helmeted figures either dug through the rubble or shepherded a few captured bandits.
"What-what did you do to this place?" Maia asked.
"Dropped a couple of dozen mortars on them, suppressed the bandits with machine gun fire, and tossed a few grenades. We were surprised to see Raven fleeing with most of her tribe. She won't be a problem for this region." the one with the red white and blue patch shrugged.
Maia just stared. Is the biggest bandit band of Mistral gone? Who were these people?
"Can I join you?" Maia's mouth ran faster than her mind. The three figures just stared.
"Uh kid, you don't have family to go home to?" the one with the red and white patch asked.
"Noo..no." Maia didn't want to talk about the fact that she was an orphan and her 'family' were a bunch of hunters who just wanted to have her powers for their own needs.
"Ok, bring the kid back home. Let the colonel figure out what to do." the one with the red cross armband said. "Kid, you sure?"
Maia simply nodded.
Spooky 1-3, AC-17 Spectre Gunship
Same time, somewhere in Vacuo
Colonel Victor Ross of the Canadian army was not someone who liked to be stuck in the back of a desk. This was why when he was taking command of an operation, he liked to be in an aircraft circling the battlefield.
Which was why he was in a brand new AC-17 Spectre gunship circling an abandoned village in Vacuo.
"Rivine, this is Comanche Actual. I see a horde of Grimm heading your way. Get the package and get the hell out." Victor said, watching from the helmet cams and holographic combat board, showing the general location.
"Ziraphe spotted. Taking it out." the Spectre gunship's gunner reported.
The AC-17, a design based of the C-17 Globemaster, answered the calls of the Grimm with a 155mm Howitzer round that zipped into a massive giraffe Grimm Ziraphe and turned it inside out.
"Good hit, good hit." Victor said. "Rivine, status."
"(Comms) We are engaged with the Grimm." came the familiar voice of a Canadian-Eastern European immigrant that Victor befriended in his childhood. "A lot of them. Beowolves and some of those Sulfur Fish."
"Good copy Rivine. Do you need danger close?" Victor asked.
"(Comms) negative, almost got it. BANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANG" A burst of gunfire ripped through the comms. "Stand by."
The comms went silent and then lit up. "Comanche Actual, this is Rivine. We got the package from the Grimm!"
"Good work my old friend. LZ Sapphire is too hot. Head to LZ Diamond and prep for Fulton." Victor responded.
"(Comms) Fulton? Oh you SOB."
"Move. Now. We can't get any more Helos or VTOLs in the area, it's getting too hot." Victor responded. "I'll buy you a beer when we get back to Bastion."
"(Comms) make it one for my team and we call it even, my friend. All Tartar elements, move!"
Victor watched from above as a 4 person spec ops team rushed out of a decaying building and into the desert.
"Spooky 1-3. Keep hitting those Grimm. I want my boys and girls out of there. You are free to go nuts on the Hellfires, 25 mike mike, and 155s."
"Acknowledged. Giving them some extra." The AC-17's twin 25mm Gatling guns, 155mm howitzer, and hellfire missiles screw down from the sky to Remnant. Terran metal and explosives descend onto the Grimm, vaporizing these foul beasts.
It didn't take long for Tartar team to get to LZ Diamond and begin setting up the Fulton recovery device.
"(Comms) Comanche Actual, this is Rivine. The Grimm are crowding around us."
"I see it. Tornado, Tempest. Clear for action. Come from the Northeast to the Southwest. Danger close bombing run. Cleared to drop your Paveway Laser Guided Bombs on Grimm."
"(Comms) Copy that Comanche Actual. Coming in hot."
Over the horizon, 8 Eurofighter Typhoons screamed in from the Northeast. The sonic boom echoed across the desert, briefly disorienting the Grimm.
"(Comms) Targets locked. Bombs away."
Over 2 dozen JDAMs were released from the underbelly of the Eurofighters as they turned and broke away from their attack.
Terran explosives crashed into the Grimm, detonating their warheads and sending hordes of once mighty Grimm into dust. More massive explosions rocked Vacuo's desert, waking up distant towns with their detonations.
However, these massive explosions brought time for the spec forces team to finish up. "(Comms) Fulton ready! We're green for pickup!"
"Spooky 1-3, you know what to do." Victor voiced out loud.
"(Comms) Copy that sir. Coming around." Victor felt the massive aircraft bank left and over towards the Fulton balloon now in the air.
"Come on, come on." Victor whispered. That was when he heard the faint smack and then a cry of cheers from the aircrew.
"(Comms) We got them! Reeling in Team Tartar!" One of the crew members cried out.
"Rivine, Tartar? You still green?" Victor said into his comms.
"(Comms) Copy that comrade. We're still alive."
"What about the package or your sanity?" Victor replied back.
"(Comms) Package is good. But my team needs a break. Fourth mission this week."
"Understood. Spooky 1-3, get our boys and girls back in the plane and get us to Bastion. Typhoon, Tempest, good work out there. Your flying escort and then I'm buying you all drinks for those good bomb hits."
A series of affirmatives and cheers could be heard over the radio as the 9 flying beasts of Terra flew Northeast towards NATO's main base on Remnant.
3 missions in one day. 3 missions that spited the villains of Remnant.
All in all, a good day.
The end. I had this chapter lying around for a few months now and decided to upload it. So this is just an experimental chapter. I won't be updating it often compared to other stories. Review it please.
