AN: Sooooo it's been a while. Frankly, I could give any number of excuses. But I'm back. There will be a longer Authors Note at the end about a few things. But do Enjoy.

-Start-

UNSC Red Horse. That, Taylor decided, was a very...direct name. She had been in her tent trying to decide how to move forward when the Promise Of Dawn had sent a messenger into the tent to inform her of the new...vessel? person? asset? Taylor had still yet to decided what to classify her power's projections were. They seemed to claim to be ships, with her sample size of two, but they also seemed to have soldiers and vehicles...or at least Promise did, Taylor had no clue what the abilities of the Red Horse was. But considering that Promise had called her an 'ONI Prowler' gave her the idea of a scout of some kind.

But in the end this was all guess work till she met this second ship of her Battle Group...God. Her Battle Group. A fifteen year old in charge of hundreds of people. The thought is confusing and strange. And somewhat humorous. Shaking her head she stood up from her cot and pulled on her Bandanna getting ready for the arrival of Promise and the Red Horse.

The tent flap shifted and in stepped two women. First was the Promise, still wearing her immaculate uniform and a slight almost imperceptible frown on her lips. Next to her was a short woman, who could be best described as utterly average. Straight blond hair was pulled into a pony tail, clashing somewhat with Promises wavy red hair. The new woman was more on the average sizes of height if shorter then both Taylor and the Promise, and her uniform was a gray like Talyor's own instead of the bright clean white of the Promises.

However the most striking part of the woman was her eyes, not because of their color or anything like that. But a distinct lack of...warmth. It was like the eyes of a predator watching a wounded prey. Talyor could feel her eyes flicker over to the Promise and their eyes briefly met. The light blue of the Promise held warmth, held humanity, held what one should expect from a fellow human. But not the hazel ones of her new subordinate.

The Promise of Dawn would snap a quick salute and say, "Rear Admiral, allow me to present the UNSC Red Horse XI-2134 a Horseman Class ONI Prowler." The Red Horse matched the Promises salute and then fell back to attention quickly, an expression that could be charitably described as a pleasant smile on her lips.

When the Red Horse Spoke her voice was light and almost flowy, a harsh contrast to the coldness in her eyes. "Greetings Rear Admiral, I place my self at your service. Until a ONI vessel of higher rank, or if you lose your faith in my abilities, I shall act as your advisor on behalf of the Office Of Naval Intelligence and assist you in the more dark and shadowy aspects of reality."

Taylor studied her for a second, searching for the words to respond with. "I thank you, what are your capabilities currently?"

The Red Horse cocked her head, as if in thought, Taylor got the distinct impression that it was a rather unneeded action that was put on for show. "Nothing compared to even the lightest armed of my naval brethren, but I have twelve Hornet Nuclear Mines and three Pulse Laser Turrets. As for crew I possess a single Pelican outfitted for Stealth Operations a platoon of Marines, a Squad of ODST, and a Pair Of Headhunters."

Promises' head snaps over at the word of Headhunters, her voice is surprised, "Spartans?"

Taylor looked over at Promise confused, Promise had never mentioned anything called Spartans. But the Red Horse nodded looking back at Promise, "Indeed, a pair of Spartan Threes. Both from Beta Company, I'd deploy them but they are otherwise indisposed."

Taylors eyes went back to the Red Horse and narrowed at those last words and the Red Horse looked back and met her eyes. "Don't worry." The ONI Prowler began, "They're not doing anything nefarious, I just sent them to acquire your father."

"Acquire?" Taylor asked slowly, concern clear in her voice.

"It means she had two Spartans kick in his door and kidnap him." Promise accused testily, which got an amused chuckle from Red Horse.

"Their was no door kicking." The Red Horse replies her eyes still on Taylor, her smirk still small and light. She shrugs slightly, "They snuck in the back door."

" So you kidnapped my father?" Taylor asked, her own calmness shocking her. Someone just told her they kidnapped her father and she felt...calm. Either that said more about her relation with her father or her power was effecting her more then she initially realized. She still had emotion, she could feel her rage, fear, and other emotions lurking behind her mind but they're dim. Weak.

"Ma'am, frankly? It's only a matter of time till someone finds out who you are," Red Horse says her smile faltering, "and once that happens they're going to use your father. Be it the Government with incentives or a gang with a gun to the head. I was acting preemptively to ensure the safety of my commanding officer and her immediate family."

Taylor looked at her and frowned again, thinking. "Red Horse, how long have you been here?"

The slight upturn of Red Horses lip was curious but she answered, "Three days by now. I've been keeping an eye on everything and wanted to see how you did, so far you've done well. Well, as well as can be expected." She gave Taylor another small smile, that was clearly faked, and shrugged.

"So where is my Father Currently?" Taylor asked her

"He's being brought here, through the woods currently. Can't have the Government thinking we're kidnapping people so they're taking it slow."

Promise sighed heavily and lowered in head. Taylor was able to keep her sigh in and said, "So. Beyond that, what else have you done?"

"Oh, a few things. Been keeping an eye on the reaction to you, so far surprise and oh so many conspiracy theories. That and looking around on the internet catching up with the times." Red Horses voice was the height of innocence as Promise glared at her and Red Horse shrugged. "Your father will be here in a few minutes, but theirs one thing I want to show you."

Taylor watched on curious as Red Horse pulled out a little disc, blue light emanates from it as an image forms of a man wearing greek armor with a Corinthian style helmet on his head, he looked of Mediterranean descent. Promise pauses and raises an eyebrow and says, "An AI?"

The Figure bows and says, "Indeed. I am Democritus. I am a Smart AI focused on fleet Command and Control as well as strategic advisement, I have looked over the information provided by Red Horse and determined a few courses of action to move forward."

"Like what?" Taylor asks, curiosity getting the better of her. An Ai. An Honest to god Ai. Nothing like that existed to her knowledge, beyond something a tinker might have been able to make. She mentally frowned as she did consider they claimed to have come from Five Hundred Years in the future, she imagines the works of the Tinkers of the present day are nothing compared to the wonder that humanity made. Taylor hadn't yet gotten a chance to go through those texts and historical papers from the 2550s that Promise had some how scrounged up, while she had never been a major fan of history or sci fi something in Taylor couldn't wait to devour it all.

"Well a variety of plans. The biggest obstacles I've found is I do not know your end goal so most of them are bare bones at best. But the basics of them are, increasing your prestige and renown in a variety of ways. My main suggestion? Slavery. Not conducting it, but acting against it. In the regions of the world that have collapsed, and even within the US and most of Europe, Slavery is alive and well. While most nations have it being illegal it still happens, hell it even happens in Brockton Bay with the ABB being a local example, and they are a minor player on the national or global scale."

"That's quite the plan...So what we're to be the modern John Brown?" Taylor asks, folding her arms across her chest.

"With hopefully more success." The Greek Ai agrees, "Unlike John Brown I imagine we have air superiority over the slavers this time. But your attempts to reach a deal with the US could be good or bad. Your world is strangely anti killing, well at least the Governments are. But even then I doubt most people would bat an eye if you didn't exactly let a trafficker or slaver make his court date, and if you can get official Federal Sanction. That will be even better, and I got a few ideas of how we could convince them to agree."

"That will have to wait, the Spartans just entered camp with their acquisition." Red Horse interrupted, "Where do you want him brought?"

Taylor was forced to confront a choice she wasn't exactly prepared for. if she had it her way, her father would never learn of her being a Parahuman. But that choice has been violently ripped from her, so should she try and rip the band-aid off or try and hold it off. She wants to hold it off. She truly does. But she can't. It's too late. As much as he was distant, as much as he was blind at times. He is a very smart man, he wouldn't have helped kept the DWU alive for so long by being an idiot. Given time he would figure it out, especially since he has to wonder why he was grabbed and no one else, no one more important then him.

Finally she sighed heavily, "Bring him here. I may as well look him in the eye."

Red Horse nods as Promise strides over and takes position behind Taylor with Red Horse moving into a corner to watch, Democritus flickers and vanishes from the chip Red Horse was holding.

A few seconds later the flaps of the tent shift and in strides three figures. Two are massive standing over seven feet tall easily covered head to toe in armor that looks more in place on a Main Battle Tank then the personal armor of soldiers. These must be the Spartans her ships had mentioned, they certainly look menacing and considering it seems they snuck into Brockton Bay and snuck out with her father with no one the wiser certainly hints towards them being effective.

They took up position at either side of her diminutive in comparison looking father, who eyed her defiantly. The two Spartans snap a hand up in Salute and then fall to attention. She watched her fathers eyes narrow as they looked at her, he looked equal parts scared, angry, and curious.

"What do you want?" Danny demanded his eyes flickering to Promise at Taylors shoulder, his eyes go back to Taylor and she can feel him studying her, "I don't have money so if your expecting a bribe your not going to find one."

Taylor was silent, trying to decide on how to do this and decided to just do it the simple way. She reached up and pulled down her mask, her father gasped and his eyes went wide as he sat dumbfounded. "Hey Dad" She said, he blinked slowly. "Spartans let him go."

The two Spartans saluted and took a step back, covering the entrance to the tent, and Danny looked around his eyes trailing over the tent meeting all three women eyes before he finally spoke. "Taylor? What is going on?"

"I...I..." God staring down a Admiral Of The United States Navy was less challenging than this, "I have powers...and this is them. Introduce yourselves please."

Promise took the order quickly stepping forward and holding out a hand, "UNSC Promise Of Dawn, Paris Class Frigate, FFG-320. I am acting Flagship for the Battlegroup, a pleasure to meet you."

Danny hesitantly took it, "Battlegroup?" He looked around and his eyes met Red Horse who shrugged slightly.

"The quiet one in the corner is the UNSC Red Horse, she's acting as our resident spook." Promise continued, which drew a smirk from the Prowler. "Would you two like some alone time?"

Taylor nodded slightly and the two vessels left silently with the Spartans moving to follow. Taylor opened her mouth to speak, but before she could her father's arms wrapped around her as he pulled her into a deep hug.

"I was so worried..." He said, his voice weak as he hugged her. She hesitated before her arms wrapped around him. "What happened?"

"I...let me start at the beginning." She said back weakly.

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"How are they?" Promise asked, looking over at Red Horse. The two were outside the Tent, a fair distance away to give the two the look of privacy.

Red Horse looked over and gave the Promise a look of pure innocence, "Dear friend, what ever are you implying?"

"Your listening in on them, aren't you."

"Well not directly," The Red Horse responded with a smile, one she didn't have to force this time. She was impressed, these navy types usually too scared to speak aloud about ONI...but I imagine that bravado is due in fact that Red Horse is without her usual support. The Network ONI had spent it's entire existence building.

She sighed internally, a network she would have to rebuild from the ground up. She'd probably steal someone else's. Ah she should probably respond to Promise now, "Fine, I am. Democritus' chip is still in the room and listening. He's keeping in contact with me. Our Admiral is presently explaining everything to her father..." Her voice trailed off with a hum.

"What is it?" Promise asked, Red Horse looked at her and shrugged.

"Wondering how best to use him. I see a fifty-fifty shot of him either supporting his daughter fully, no matter what, or he could try and force her into the PRT and Wards. Which I think we can both agree is not in our interests." Red Horse said, her voice quiet, more from habit then a genuine fear of being heard. The only ones that could hear her, where her Spartans.

Promise was silent for a second as she thought, "If he tries to force her into the Wards?"

"Then we go around him." Red Horse looked over at Promise and smirked at the slight disbelief in the Frigates eyes, "What? Did you think I was going to propose we try and overthrow the US Government or something? We don't have the forces for that yet, and I doubt we'd be able to convince the Admiral to go along with it."

"You said yet."

"Indeed I did." The ONI ship responded, "I imagine we'll begin seeing reinforcements arriving soon. In fact, I suspect today or tomorrow the next ship will arrive."

The Frigate looked over at the tent and hummed silently, not questioning how the ONI ship knew this. Red Horse glanced over as well, listening to Democritus' summary of what's happening inside. She sighed externally, but internally she was excited. A whole new world to build, a whole new world to tear down so a new one can rise. All she needs to do is convince the Young Admiral that the only way forward was her vision.

AN: So yeah. Not the happiest with this one, this is about the forth revision and I was already about a year late for this. So I moved forward and released this. Hopefully I can get back into the vibe with future chapters and we'll begin seeing some action and not just dialogue.

Also, I will be doing a story along side this one. It'll be a Warhammer 40k/RWBY crossover, nothing special. But I'm hoping I can bounce between them and not burn myself out on one. We'll see how it goes, if I feel like problems are arrising from it, I'll drop one and just focus on the other one.

Also also, Despite English being my first language, I suck at it. So if you notice any weird grammer or anything like that let me know.

Anyways that's all. Ya'll have a good day, and see you all when the next chapter gets released. Toodles.