Summer rose was dying. She'd attempted to defeat Salem, but failed. Now a Faunus, allied to the Grimm queen, was chasing her. She collapsed near a tree unaware that she was being watched.

With what strength she had left, the dying huntress forced her body to rest up against it. "Sorry girls, I won't be getting home tonight." She said to herself. The figure tilted it's head, listening to the woman's words.

"Subject appears to be injured, orders from collective?" it transmitted a message. Movement caused the figure to jerk its head in the direction. "Well, well Summer looks as if my poison isn't as potent as it seems." The crazed Faunus said The figure frowned.

"the unknown factor appears to be aggressive towards the subject. Orders from collective?" the figure looked up with a determined expression. "orders received, defend subject. Assimilate or if need be, Terminate offender." The figure raised an arm.

"My queen with be pleased with your death Summer Rose." The Faunus said laughing manically. "Go to hell Tyrian." Summer spat. However, before Tyrian could strike, what appeared to be a green sphere of energy struck him, sending the Faunus flying.

Summer craned her head to the origin and her eyes widened. She nearly screamed in terror. Out of the woods came a figure dress in matte black armor, Its skin was an ash grey. She was horrified to see tubes running from the person's neck down and into its shoulder. The right side of his face was covered in the same material as its body, replacing its right eye appeared to be a camera-like protrusion of some kind.

It turned to her. "save your strength huntress, this unit will deal with the interloper." The person said in a near robotic tone. He then proceeded to approach Tyrian.

"send a medical drone to tend to the subject's injuries. As well as have an assimilation drone on standby, should the need for assimilation be required." The figure transmitted.

As Tyrian regained his bearings, he noticed the figure approaching him. "You bastard!" he snarled firing his wrist guns. The figure stumbled a bit. "Projectiles are piercing phaser shielding, Collective database updated: Local humanoids use projectile weaponry. Remodulating to counter. Send assimilation drone"

After regaining its balance, the figure reinitiated its approach towards Tyrian. Grinding his teeth, the scorpion faunas fired again. This time, however, his eyes widened as a frosted shield-like object blocked his shots.

He continued to fire until he heard clicking. "no, get away!" the scorpion yelled fearfully unaware that another figure dressed similarly to the one in front of him had materialized behind him.

This one was different though. Instead of a camera lens-like, it had a microscope attachment replacing the right eye. it's left arm had two short needles that were attached to two separate tanks on its back.

Despite the pain, Summer watched in awe as the two strangers approached the now fearful faunas. Then to both her horror and surprise the two spoke in unison.

"You have attacked the subject of our research. You will be assimilated as a result." Tyrian's eyes widened. "Mercy!" he screamed as the one with the camera lens took hold of his arms whilst the one behind him plunged the needles into his neck. As a result, Tyrian passed out.

Said figure that had the needles then vanished along with the crazed faunas. Summer tensed as the remaining unknown figure approached her. She watched as it kneeled down beside her. "it will be alright subject 508839. I will have a medical drone come and tend to you." It said robotically. Shaking the uneasiness of being referred to as a subject, Summer shook her head.

"No. I'm not going to make it. That's for helping me. Please, as a request, protect my family." She said weakly showing a photo of herself, husband, and her kids.

"Subject requests that the collective watch over her family after she ceases to function. Awaiting response." Summer grew worried when he didn't respond. She could already feel herself slipping away. She wouldn't let go without hearing the stranger's answer.

"Response confirmed." The figure glanced at summer. "The Collective shall honor your request. We shall protect your family from the shadows." The dying huntress smiled. "Thank…. You…" she said before giving her last breath.

"SUMMER!" the figure whipped its head around. Standing a few feet away was a man and woman that looked eerily similar to one another. The woman drew a sword and pointed it at the figure. Already aware that the locals didn't use phasers, the figure remodulated to handle both bladed and projectile weapons

"This unit attempted to save the subject you call summer. We failed to do so in time." It said as more similar looking figures appeared. "Stand down, they are colleagues of subject 508839's."

"Name's Qrow, and this is my sister Raven." The man said. "Thanks for at least trying to help her." The figure slowly nodded.

"This unit's designation is 6 of 8." The figure said picking up the photo from Summer's body. "Ok, 6 of 8 tell me. what was summer's last request?" Raven asked as 6 of 8 gave Qrow the photograph. "She requested we, the collective, watch over her family. And we shall do so from the shadows." 6 of 8 said before rejoining his colleagues.

"Who, or what are you?" Raven asked. 6 of 8 looked at the siblings and what he said next alongside his colleagues whilst in unison, would both chill the twins to the bone and forever haunt them.

"WE ARE THE BORG. ALL WHO RESIST SHALL BE ASSIMILATED. THOSE WHO HARM THE ONES WE STUDY SHALL BE ASSIMILATED. RESISTANCE IS UNACCEPTABLE."

A/N: Before I continue and, start receiving flames. These Borg were cut off from the main collective when they were marooned on remnant. They DID attempt to assimilate the Grimm, but failed. They've since taken an interest in observing Remnant's human population due to their uniqueness. Due to their experience with the Grimm, they were unsure if these humans were resistant to assimilation. That being said. let's continue.

Qrow and raven watched as 6 of 8 and the rest of his 'borg' friends faded from existence. They looked at each other and wondered the same thing. "What'll we tell Ozpin?"

Later on patch

6 of 8 watched two kids play from the shadows, hidden from view. "Subject 50889's children located. Dispatch four tactical drones in rotation to guard the alcove at all times. This unit shall remain vigilant and continue to watch over the children."

Little did 6 of 8, or Summer's kids know, but two worlds were about to collide.