Their new rooms had been assigned. They were going to be temporarily staying within the confines of Beacon's student dormitories until a new house could be set up for them. So, they took it. A large room right at the corner of Student Dorm Block Four. Diana was sat on a bed as she removed most of her gear and set it aside. Vicky was sat beside her, checking her DMR while Vic himself was processing just what the hell had happened.

Victor, to his credit, remained composed as he fiddled with his thumbs. His backpack, LMG and extra ammo lay by his side, while the others in the room looked at him processing it all. Most of his squad was just glad to be alive again, though most still bore the burn marks of chemical and nerve agents that were deployed against them. Vic had noted scars similar to his own on everyone, his sis included.

He asked, "So, it wasn't a dream..."

"No," Diana replied, looking at him, "Bastards dropped a nerve-chem combo on us. Mustard gas to boil away our skin and some super-Sarin that entered our bloodstream. We were both choking on our own lungs melting in our chest and due to the fact our breathing apparatus literally locked itself, man. It was painful, as I'm sure you know... Well, all of us save for Avram."

"I got the news of you all dying to a gas attack when I respawned here," The AT trooper of the squad, one of Vic's more close recent friends in the RoAF, told them. "Literally, found out the moment everyone celebrated I was alive. Then we all realized that this meant two possibilities."

Vicky joined in, adding, "Either you were left alone out in Ichkeria... Thank fuck you weren't," with a sympathetic look toward her brother. One which he appreciated, honestly. Vicky continued, "Or, you died, but you wound up somewhere different than us. Y'know, you were far forward enough that we couldn't see you when the green fog started rolling forward. Got scared."

"Some of us did get gas masks on in time," Diana quipped, motioning to another soldier from their platoon, who had her mask clipped to her belt. The Sergeant continued, "Sara, Tomas, Ion and Cocean made it, only to apparently get gunned down by the Chechen fucks..." pointing out each of them. 'Cocean' rolled his eyes, the spindly cornstalk-looking soldier jokingly glaring at the woman. She snorted and said, "Relax, Martin."

Vic added, "Glad we're all here," before falling back onto his bed and staring up at the ceiling. This entire mess felt like a fever dream to him. Something that his dying mind was trying to play up so he didn't feel so bad as he was dying. He rubbed his forehead with one hand, then looked to their Sergeant and asked, "So, what did you tell the Headmaster?"

"He wants us as Private Security for Beacon, paid-for by one of his buddies in the Vale Council," Diana replied, leaning, elbows on her knees for support. She looked Vic dead in the eye, "I told him I'd discuss it with the rest of you. It's our best bet to maintain a form of steady income and get food in our bellies after our Meal-Ready-to-Eat Supply runs out aboard the Warhound. Shit, we'll probably need to stow the victor, too, not use it because I don't know if we can even buy fuel here."

"Dust is the main fuel source, right?" Vic asked as he straightened up. She nodded, to which Vic suggested, "Maybe Avram can get it running on whatever passes for combustible Dust around here. Modify the engine, or, shit, check if a liquefied variation doesn't exist somewhere for us to use it..." as he looked around. His comrades all listened in to the chatter. He sighed and told her, "As for going PMC for this place to keep our bellies full...? As long as we're not forced to do anything shady, I'm okay with it."

Diana smiled at that, seemingly knowing that she could count on Vic. In truth, the guy who humped the MG didn't have much to really comment on a place that was offering them cash for a service they could provide. Their good Sergeant Danila was about to ask if anyone else thought different, but the entire platoon almost simultaneously gave thumbs-ups, signaling their approval.

Diana rolled her eyes, then chuckled, "Alright, you fuckers. We've got a place to stay for the time being..." before pulling out the strange holographic smartphone device known as a Scroll and sending a confirmation message to Headmaster Ozpin. She then said to them, "I'm gonna start up our Patrol schedule. Toma Twins, you're out on patrol first, right here in the dorms and surrounding area. Everyone else stand by 'till the Headmaster provides us a map."

"Roger," Both of the twins quipped as they stood to their feet and donned their gear. They marched out of the door, gear in tow as they did. Beginning their patrol in the halls of the dorm, the two walked silently, in-step with one-another. Some students that were hanging out in the halls noticed them, but paid little mind. Despite wearing the same uniforms, Vic thought.

"So, whaddaya think about our current sitch, eh, brother?" Vicky asked as they walked. He shrugged. He really didn't have much of an opinion at the moment, for his mind was stuck on something else. Vicky smirked and said, "I'm gonna hope you didn't realize it yet, because that means I get to expose you to the truth... She might be here, too. And we just hafta find her."

Vic paused, looked to his sister, then furrowed his brows and narrowed his lips. There was no way life was going to be that simple, was there? He told her, "I highly doubt Vesna's anywhere but in heaven, Sis, just by the consideration of what kind of person she was alone. As much as I'd love for you to be right... As much as I'm praying..." He hesitated, then sighed and asked, "What would I even do when I see her? I fucked up. We were late to rescue her and..." as he grit his teeth, then shook his head, "No... I don't know if I can look her in the eye after what happened."

Vicky stopped him, turning him to face her. The two siblings looked eye-to-eye as she snapped back at him, "Don't... Ever... Blame yourself for that shit again, Victor..." her eyes filled with both disappointment and fury. She told him, "It was those Chechen fucks that got us, too. They killed her. And even before that, it was the War a certain fucking bald dickhead dictator started that caused their entire country and way of life to go to hell and a handbasket. You did your damnedest to save her."

Vic opened his mouth to reply, but didn't find the strength to deny anything. He scoffed and said, "Maybe," while brushing his sister's hand off gently and turning away. He told her, "C'mon. We got the patrol here to run..." while she stared at him with a frown. With a heavy sigh, she followed along, her gear clattering on her as she did so. He knew there was no point in arguing with his sister. They grew up together, after all.

Vicky, meanwhile, just wished to drive home the point that the poor bastard wasn't at fault. She loved her brother, for fuck's sake. Seeing him suffer like this so many months after the fact was painful. She understood needing time to grieve to a point. Still, she could not exactly comment. She knew Vic had given up hope of finding anyone like Vesna before they all ran into each-other in KFOR.

The pair continued their patrol until they seemed to have a moment of pause. Ahead of them, team RWBY was just coming out of their dorms, about to head out for classes, presumably. Yang noticed the pair first and, with a slight blush on her face and a smile, she waved and greeted them, "And there's two of our new troopers. Already walkin' around and getting acclimatized?"

"More like we already got a job," Vic replied calmly. The four confused members of team RWBY stared at him, to which he explained, "Headmaster Ozpin apparently decided it was a good idea to hire a bunch of soldiers as Beacon Security. Don't know what his thought pattern behind that was, but here we are, patrolling the Beacon Dorm until we get a map for the place and set up a proper schedule."

"Huh, cool!" Ruby beamed, "So you two can maybe walk us to class!"

"Sure thing," Vicky smirked, looking to Yang. Ruby cheered, while Weiss and Blake seemed a little confused as to why they'd even need escorts. Yang knew, however, why. Ruby probably wanted to talk to them more about their firearms, Yang thought as they started on the path. Vicky, however, still eyed Yang. She grabbed her fellow blonde by the arm as the two hanged back, then asked, "Something the matter, Blondie?"

"Oh?" Yang raised a brow, "Huh? Nope. Why?"

"You been starin' at my brother for a while," She quipped, causing the usually brash and tomboyish brawler to blush. With a light chuckle, Vicky murmured, "You're lucky he's into blondes..." as they walked. She then asked, "Anyways... How was he when you found him? I mean, he looks okay now, but I can't imagine he was any better than most of us..."

"Yeah," Yang's expression switched from embarrassment to sympathy as she looked at Vic, "He coughed up some sort of gas."

Vicky nodded, "So, yeah, like the rest of us, then."

Yang noted the change of expression. The sniper of the Squad looked at her brother with sadness, something that only the soldiers of this platoon could understand. Honestly, the multitude of facial expression changes also gave her a whiplash, so she chose to change the subject. She asked, "So, how'd you and your brother wind up in the military there, Vee?" with a strange curiosity to find out about their new friends.

The blonde sniper chuckled, "Well, we both needed jobs when we turned eighteen and due to the orphanage life not giving us much in the form of education beyond how to avoid anyone older than us, we tagged in with the Army. I mean, shooting guns, running patrols and listening to orders from people who at least fake giving a fuck about our well-being certainly helped. Diana also joined with us."

"... Oh... You three from the same orphanage, then?"

"Yep," Vicky nodded, then explained jovially, "Diana was one of the Big Kids, so to speak. Three years older than us..." though even she hid something behind that happy-go-lucky attitude. Yang could tell at least that much. Them and their squad went through a lot of shit, from the looks of things. Her mind wandered to exactly just what could their platoon have faced wherever they went on their world.

Their world. Yang just realized the implication and let out a laugh, "Oh, damn, I just remembered you folks are basically alien."

Ruby, who was about to turn and ask her sis what they were chatting about, overheard this, as did the rest of team RWBY. The team leader beamed as she, too, remembered it, then said, "YES! Dang, Yang, thanks for reminding me! Hah, I wanna learn more about your world, guys!" with the same excitement one would expect from a kid in a candy store. Yang and Blake chuckled at that, while Weiss shook her head, despite wearing a smile.

The twin's looked at one-another, then both seemed to simultaneously decide in a bout of Twin Telepathy to start talking about various, random good things from Earth. Best to keep the team entertained instead of terrified of just how bloodthirsty mankind could get. So, they told them about many of the cool things that were back home. Movies, TV shows, food(Which was surprisingly similar), music...

In fact, it was Music that Vic and Vicky had stuck to. Singing an ironic acapella rendition of a song in another language in synch, smiles on their faces, "Ne valyay duraka, Amerika! Vot te valenki, morznesh' nebos'. Chto Sibir', chto Alyaska – dva berega!" before an enumeration came. The irony of two of the biggest Americanophiles in the world singing something like this was palpable only to them.

"... What language even is that?" Weiss asked, a little amused at how off-tune the two were. She was not going to mention it was familiar.

"Russian," Both of them quipped. Vic then told the four confused girls, "It's the language of the country we were in before we got here. A bit of a semi-satirical tune is what were singing, called 'Don't Play The Fool, America'. Basically a means to ironize Russian irredentism. That, or if you ask a Russian, it was meant to be a serious threat toward the biggest nation in our world, with the best damn military."

"The United States of America. Also our best ally," The girl grinned.

"So, Atlas of a sort on your planet," Blake offered, "They stick their nose where it doesn't belong, too?"

Both siblings let out a short laugh and, despite Weiss's glare, Vic replied, "Some times, yeah, but it's better for us all that they do. Trust me, we've been around on both sides of the wall, so we know that the American side is the best side to be in. If Atlas is anything like the US, then we'll probably get along with'em just fine... Hope they won't be angry at the fact Vale has a security group protecting Beacon, though."

Weiss shrugged, then told them, "They should not be, considering we employ our own Private Military Contractors to keep SDC sites safe across the more dangerous parts of the world," which made Blake let out a short chuckle, before covering her mouth. The group looked at her as if they wanted her to answer something, but they then returned to their discussion.

"Suppose that's smart," Vicky answered, "Keeping your stuff secure means less money to replace shit like... Personnel and materiel in that location," She shrugged, "I dunno, man, I'm not an economist, I use math to snipe people," which got an actual laugh out of her brother, while the stares team RWBY seemed to give were a little less 'happy go lucky'. Rather, they seemed a bit surprised that someone would so easily admit to shooting people.

Vic shook his head, "Keep the blood thirst for later, sis," all while wearing a smirk.

And good ol' Yang felt her heart skip a beat while the rest of team RWBY awkwardly let out laughs. Yang thought to herself 'cute, can sing, can crack jokes' and wondered if she should try any sort of pun, though nothing came to mind. She was actually drawing a goddamn blank when it came to puns. Meanwhile, the two Romanian twins hefted their gear up properly so it didn't chafe while they walked.

"So, have you guys gone through a lot of fighting back on your world?" Blake inquired.

"Yeah," The two replied in unison, like Twins would be expected to. Vic explained to Blake, "We were all in combat before we dropped here. Got hit by an enemy weapon and that's kind of why we... I think, why we came here," He shrugged, seemingly trying to downplay it. It had just hit Blake, too, that they were alien to their world. Not just that, that the possibility of their unit coming back from the dead onto Remnant was real.

A little horrifying, Blake thought to herself as she tried to keep a poker face on. She replied, "Well, that's... Terrifying to think about. Especially since that implies you guys either cheated death or were revived..." before blinking and grinning, "Oh, yeah, this is insane. This sounds like a plot from a book I read a while ago! Some old Mistrali something or other..."

"Sounds like something loosely based on the Isekai genre, honestly," Ruby chuckled, while Vic and Vicky looked to one-another and snorted. Ruby raised a brow at that and asked, "Take it you know it?"

"Let's just say there's a similar genre in our world," Vicky chuckled, "Shit, they're right, though!"

"Yeah, let's not think too hard on it and keep moving, ladies. You still have to get to classes," Vic told them, despite the smile he himself wore. The four nodded to the soldier and his sister, then they started walking again. A trip down and out of the dorms, with Vicky focusing on memorizing the road for their return, and the pair of Romanian siblings looked around at Beacon's campus.

So, this was what a platoon of Romanian soldiers was supposed to be securing, both thought almost in-synch, a fact punctuated by them turning to each-other with concern. Both let out a sigh, then started forward with team RWBY. Vic radioed, "RAION Actual, be advised, RAION four and seven are mobile outside the dormitory AO. Escorting students. Will report when we RTB, out."

"Copy. Safe trip, Four and Seven. We just got the map," Diana replied, "Actual out."

Continuing their trip, the pair of soldiers heard screaming, then laughter. Vic looked at his Sister and asked, "You mind?" only to get a shake of the head. The young man ran toward where the noises had come from, only to see a four-man team of people that looked exactly like the type of douche bullies you'd see in American movies pulling someone's ha-... Ears.

Rabbit ears.

The Romanian staggered for a moment, doubled over, then looked again. Yes, in fact, the brown-haired beauty they were bullying had what seemed to be the ears of a rabbit. It took him a good second to process the sight, time in which the men kept tugging at the poor girl's ears, causing her pained cries to wake him up. He rolled his eyes, then stepped forward and started with a feigned kindness, "Hey, fellas. What's going on over here?"

The leader, a guy with nutmeg hair and blue eyes and the jawline you'd expect of a neanderthal type like this, looked the Romanian PKM Gunner up and down. He wrinkled his nose and frowned at the Romanian, asking him, "The hell is your problem, Soldier-Boy? You just drop in from Atlas for a visit or something? We're busy with this little bunny here in case you couldn't see."

A few laughs from his buddies and Vic had switched from calm and pleasant to slightly irked and slightly less pleasant, to be honest. His mind was already considering ways to defuse this without actually kicking a Student's teeth in, considering the fact the Headmaster might just chew him and Diana out about it. So, he just went and told him, "Beacon Security. New hire," with a rather fiendish smile, "Unless you want your ass thrown in detention, I'd suggest letting the girl go."

"The f..." The man blinked, "We didn't hear anything about any new hires!"

"Last second decision," He replied serenely, then warned, "Now, you going to let her be, or do I have to drag all four of you to detention by your throats?" as he gently, but visibly tapped the holster of his sidearm, arm resting on top of his LMG. His sister marched up beside him, sniper rifle in hand, to which Vic made an addendum/correction, "Pardon me. Will we have to drag you four in by your throats? Final warning," while she cracked her knuckles.

The serenity with which the two soldiers looked at them bordered on creepy. Their empty eyes, focused on all four and not blinking, caused shivers to run up the spines of the bullies. Beads of sweat visibly ran down the men's faces, their leader letting her go and raising his hands, "Alright... You made your point... Let's go, guys," before turning around and leaving speedily.

The girl sighed, relieved, then looked upon her saviors and said, "Thanks..." in an obviously Australian accent, "They just can't seem to let it go. They really love messing with me and any other Faunus students..."

"Don't mention it...?" Both of them blinked, confused. There were Australian accents here?

And Faunus?