Author's Note: Hello everyone. I haven't written anything in a long time but have gotten bored recently and decided to pick up this long gone hobby. I won't make any promises as to the length of the story, but I will try my best. For anyone who's read my previous "stories", they know I tended to use lore based characters; but not this time. You'll find out more about her later.

ARMOR SET: MJOLNIR Powered Assault Armor Mark VII GEN3

COLOR SCHEME: Primary light red w/black secondary and white tertiary

TECHSUIT: GEN3

HELMET: Air Assault - UA/CNM Modules

VISOR COLOR: Gold

SHOULDERS

LEFT: Recon

RIGHT: O.D.S.T.

CHEST

Tactical/Patrol

WRIST

Tactical/TACPAD

GLOVES: Standard

UTILITY

Tactical/Trauma located on the left thigh

KNEES

FJ/Para

Disclaimer: I don't own Halo or RWBY as they belong to Microsoft/Halo Studios and Viz Media.

Installation 07

March 19th, 0842 Hours, 2560

Sierra - B264 crept through the well - kept yet empty hallways of the Forerunner structure. The last 5 months had been hell, much like the battlefields of the Human - Covenant War. The Infinity had been broken; the UNSC smashed. She had to watch as the Reverie fell around her to the Banished a month prior. Banished forces, not bound by any religious dogma, assaulted the UNSC's only capable large - scale base with such ferocity that it could only be compared to the worst of fighting during the war.

Now a month had passed, and whatever pockets of UNSC forces that hadn't been killed or captured were now split with no unifying command structure. But brooding on the past never helped anyone, especially during times of survival. Whatever holdouts remained, they committed to guerilla warfare as best they could, but the number of survivors Sierra - B264 had met had been slowly dwindling day - by - day. Now on a personal one - woman - led asset denial operation, she found herself waltzing through one of the many Forerunner structures that littered the ring's surface and underbelly in search of some gateway nexus.

A chatter of voices blocked the path ahead, no doubt Banished forces who she had to clear out before moving onwards towards her end goal. Peeking around the sharp corner she found herself concealed behind, she noted a small handful of Brutes surrounded by a splattering of Jackals and Grunts, all of whom were lazily standing around.
"Good. An easy ambush." She thought, checking on the remaining ammunition her Mark IV/LBE-A Field Case held. She had less than three hundred rounds left, enough for maybe four, pushing five skirmishes if she conserved. Counting to three, she swung her M247H Heavy Machine Gun to aim at the Brutes and pulled the trigger. The 750 rounds per minute was just enough to catch the pack off guard as two of the Warrior's were ripped apart without even knowing what happened.

Caught by surprise, the remaining Brutes dove for cover while the Jackal's readied their shields and Grunts may have pissed themselves. Seizing her shock and awe, Sierra - B264 pushed through the hallways and into the larger, more open room. The last thing she needed was a kill funnel of plasma headed straight towards her. Moving through the door, the first thing she saw was an unfortunate Jackal who was standing a little too close. Bringing a foot up, she kicked the bird - like alien with such force that it was sent flying into a nearby wall, splattering upon impact and crumbling to the ground. Leveling the barrel of her M247H, she sprayed a small gathering of Grunts who were standing out in the open before turning her attention on trying to keep the remaining Brutes pinned behind their cover.

Plasma fire was returned from those who weren't killed in those opening moments. Dodging into cover, a lucky Disruptor shot hit her shields, draining them by more than she had liked. Drawing her Mk. 50 Sidekick, she peeked out from her cover and fired a round into that same Jackal's arm, disorienting it enough to lower its shield and putting a follow - up round through its head. By now the Brutes had recovered from the initial attack and one was using its Mangler to cover his friend who was attempting to rush her position with its stolen Bulldog shotgun.

Putting several rounds into the basic energy shielding of the one charging her, once it got within melee range, she raised the Sidekick and smashed the grip into the Brute's nose, causing it to stumble right into an armored boot. The sound of shattering ribs and its subsequent collapsing to the floor meant it was dead on the spot. Exchanging for her trusty machine gun, the remaining Brute found itself the new and proud owner of a burst of .50 High Explosive Incendiary Armor Penetrating.

Looking around at the scene before her, she silently noted to herself that all hostiles had been eliminated and pressed on through the ancient structure. It wasn't long until she found herself in a room with a raised pedestal in the center surrounded by three pillars, each glowing with an unknown essence about them. She stared architecture with both a sense of awe and disgust. Remnants of a long - dead race such as this had caused nothing but the untold deaths of billions of humans, but it had also been what saved them… her… from ultimate extinction.

A small gray blip suddenly appearing on her motion tracker broke her out of her thoughts. Scanning the room, nothing was there until she noticed a small orb floating throughout the room. Everything she had been trained for said to eliminate the object, but luckily for it, the Spartan Branch had debriefed all of its members about the existence of the Forerunners more so than contemporary sources for the public.

Its 'eye' flickered over and finally noticed her own presence standing within the same room. With a jovial, female voice, it quickly approached the Spartan. "Ah, thank the Forerunners. I was worried the intruders would finally access this room. Forgive me, Reclaimer, I Adjutant Manifold, sub - monitor of Installation 07."

"Alright, Adjutant Manifold, we don't have much time before their reinforcements that have been hot on my ass catch up. I need to find a way to disable this… whatever this is." B264 trailed off, gesturing to the conduits surrounding the raised central platform.

The sub - monitor nodded, or that's what she had guessed it did. "This is the Installation's primary facility for its interconnected portal network. While it can be modified to travel to other locations, its primary function is to provide quick and efficient transport to other locations. However, it has been offline ever since a large portion of the ring has been removed from the overall structure."

Sierra - B264 reached into a satchel and pulled out a brick of plastic explosives. "Then I need to destroy it." Her words caught the sub - monitor off guard as it reeled back in terror.

"No! You cannot! It would shut down the entire portal network!" Adjutant Manifold exclaimed in a panic stricken voice.

Looking directly into the eye of the monitor, she shot back with an ultimatum. "Good. Look, I'll say it plain and simple. Once I'm gone, no other "Reclaimers" are coming back here. The vast majority of us are dead and the Banished control the ring. So either I take it out or they get their grubby little hands on it. End of story." The sound of multiple alien languages echoed through the halls from which she had come from. "And that sounds like them. Tick - tock monitor, we're running out of time."

Adjutant Manifold shook its head for a moment, clearly attempting to make a decision. It didn't take long to weigh the pros and cons. The intruders had been posing a clear threat towards the ring for as long as they had been here, and with no response from Despondent Pyre after Cortana's takeover, it was an easy choice. "Fine. It sounds like they're getting close so I'll lock the door for you; but please, work quickly. If they've managed to infiltrate this far, they will no doubt find a way in."

Nodding, the Spartan began rigging the demolition charges throughout the room, predominantly on the conduits that surrounded the platform. It didn't take long for the Banished who had now found themselves at an uncooperative door to begin cutting through it. Looking for any other ways out, she found none except for potentially the pedestal that stood before her.

"Monitor, can you activate the portal manually?" She asked, readying her machine gun for a potential conflict.

"It will take a moment, but yes. I will need to override the ring's protocols." It responded in a hurry.
"Then do it fast because we're running out of time." Barely half a minute later, a loud "Done!" was heard from across the room as a large, bright blue swirling vortex opened on the raised platform. "I might actually survive this, go me." She thought. Pulling out the detonator, she held it out for Adjutant Manifold to see. "Can you sync yourself up to this detonator? I'd rather not have to time it myself when jumping through."

A single yellow colored beam of energy shot out from the sub - monitors eye and connected with the device. "Done. I understand what you wish me to do. Once you're through, the intruders will not be allowed the contents of this room." Adjutant Manifold valiantly declared.

"And where will the portal take me?"

"Away from here." Adjutant Manifold responded rather cryptic and vaguely.

Sierra - B264 just blinked, dumbfounded at the sheer level of detail in the answer. Shaking her head, she wasted no time and jumped through just as the door's were blown off. Unfortunately for the Banished, however, Adjutant Manifold detonated the prepared explosives, sending them to a grave of fire and blood.

Location: Unknown

Date: Unknown, Time: Unknown, 2560

Slowly opening her eyes, they adjusted to a night sky rather than the more familiar blue haze of slipspace. As feelings of sensation began to pour back into her body, she clenched her hands tightly and sat up from the soft patch of ground she found herself laying on. As her eyes adjusted to her surroundings, she realized that she was somewhere in a forest, albeit one that didn't have the same trees as the vast majority of the ring. Looking up into the night sky, she noted the severe lack of a Halo ring stretching beyond the horizon and a seemingly shattered moon. Something was definitely wrong.

"Ok, no longer on the ring. If that's the case, then where the fuck am I?" She asked no one in particular, looking around to try and discern anything through the thick foliage. "Alright step one: high ground. Step two: communication. Step three: survive." Internally noting a vague plan, following her armor's in - built compass, she headed north in the vain hope of finding anything out here.

Taking it nice and slow, she constantly stayed on high alert; no need to rush on a potentially hostile planet and get caught with few resources at her disposal. Hours passed by with nothing more but a gentle breeze that rustled the leaves and branches of the forest around her. By now, the sun had begun to slowly rise over the horizon, illuminating the world around her with earthy colors. But it also brought something new and unfamiliar.

Dotting the sky were several aircraft. Clearly VTOL in design with their wing and engine structure. They were varied in color: white, brown, green, and yellow; and they were all heading in the same direction. Deciding nothing was better, she followed the mass of aircraft who had yet to notice her. It wouldn't take long until any of them did. Several unknown blips appeared on her motion tracker and were quickly moving in her direction. Scanning through the tree line, she could barely make out tufts of black fur and smoke.

Seeking cover behind a nearby tree, she sat and waited for whatever it was to break into an open clearing. Barely a minute passed by before when multiple large wolf looking creatures with red eyes and covers in patches of white came in view. When the one in front, presumably their pack leader judging by how big it was compared to the rest, stopped and sniffed the air, Sierra - B264 knew it had probably picked up her scent.

Holstering her machine gun, she equipped her Sidekick and combat knife in anticipation for a fight. Revealing herself, she aimed her pistol at the pack leader and pulled the trigger. A 10mm round impacted the head of the creature with such force that it knocked it back and broke whatever armor plating protected it. A pair of follow - up shots quickly slammed home and dropped the animal where it stood. The rest of its pack howled at the sight of their now dead leader and charged the large, armored woman.

Several more shots rang out with multiple of these unknown creatures dropping like flies. A few were able to close the gap, but they didn't last long as a high carbon steel knife embedded and gutted them with ease. It didn't take long to eliminate the pack of wild beasts, nor did it for them to suddenly begin to evaporate into dust.

"What in the ever living hell?" The Spartan asked, taken fully aback by the scene playing out before her. Taking a handful of the wolf dust, she rubbed it between her fingers and found it left no residue on her gloves. "So they disintegrate when killed, but leave nothing behind to even mark they were there. What genetic experiments led to these things?" She pondered the question again and again in her head, searching for any logical answer that could steer her in the right direction. But nothing about this was logical.

The ring was gone. The moon that orbited this place was shattered. Aerial vehicles she had never seen before were flying in tandem to somewhere. At least that meant this place was inhabited, although by whom was another question entirely. It didn't matter. She had to make contact with someone because with dwindling ammo and food stocks, she wouldn't have the supplies to last on her own. Continuing on her journey, she soon broke the edge of the forest and found herself staring at a massive stone cliff with vague notions of civilization given the ruins that covered a large ravine were quite clean and well taken care of.

On the other end of the ruins, she spotted what appeared to be a service elevator. Walking across the aged stone bridge, her weight shifted the structure more than once leaving her slightly paranoid at its overall integrity. The service elevator on the other side was a simple lever switch that slowly, and quite loudly, brought her up from the cliffside. Reaching the top revealed a massive, bustling urban center with a damn near armada of airships all traveling towards a central structure that stood out amongst the city skyline.

Looking intently at the city, she mentally noted its lack of practicality. "Not UEG architecture, too dynamic."

Surrounding the perimeter of the city was an array of objects planted in the ground at regular intervals. Analyzing them with her wrist mounted TACPAD, she found them to be motion detectors of some kind, although for what, she could only guess those wolf - like creatures she killed earlier. The sound of whirring engines soon drowned out her thoughts as one of those airships began to descend nearby, no doubt for her. One of its side bay doors opened and out stepped a blonde human woman with glasses in business casual dress wear. The expression on her face seemed like that of annoyance as she huffed her way up to the armored Spartan.

Staring at her, the woman just simply gave her a once over before bluntly stating, "I thought we told Jame's he couldn't use Vale to test out his new toys. Come on, get in. You and I are going to see Headmaster Ozpin and are going to get to the bottom of this."

"Who?" Came a simple response by the pink armored figure standing before her.

"Headmaster Ozpin. Headmaster of Beacon Academy?" Her attempt at clarifying was met with the large figure tilting her head in confusion. "You must be new around here then. If you would please follow me, we could do this in a more sightly location."

"Clearly not UNSC. Lost colony perhaps? No. The only report about a shattered moon was by Vice Admiral Whitcomb years ago." Her mind was bouncing with questions, and to answer them, it seemed like she would need to speak with this Headmaster Ozpin. Thankfully, whoever this woman was, she seemed to confuse her as a project for someone named James. "Probably military, could be useful."

The flight towards this Beacon Academy barely took ten minutes before they touched down on the overcrowded landing pads. Individuals who looked no older than tennagers were overpopulating the area as they were scrambling to get inside. While she was observing the crowd, many eyes stared back, her towering 7'10" MJOLNIR size standing several heads taller than even a few of the airships. A loud crash came from nearby resulting from a blonde haired boy who couldn't be older than seventeen who seemed to have run into a white haired girl's trolley.

"Watch where you're going you stupid dolt!" The girl exclaimed, furious about her multiple bags having spilled all over the ground.

The boy, clearly cowering in fear over the authority, nodded rapidly. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" He repeated again and again.

"You better be sorry! You could've broken several hundred lien of Dust!" The girl claimed, staring daggers into his soul as brightly colored vials were picked up from the scattered mess. "If any were damaged, you would owe the Schnee Dust Company reparations." Her snobby tone apparently had no end.

Not being able to stand the clear bullying the boy was facing over a simple mistake, no doubt one that she had caused by standing around, Sierra - B264 broke off from the blonde woman's path and made her way over to the pair. Planting herself in between the barely sitting up boy and overbearing girl, she stared down the little - over - five foot tall Snow White.

"Kid, that's enough. He made a simple mistake and no one got hurt." She said, her golden visor glowing brightly in the morning sunlight.

The girl balled up her fists in anger and frustration. "I'll have you know I'm Weiss Schnee, heiress to the Schnee Dust Company. You better treat me with more respect than that." She demanded, glaring back at the golden visor. When she got nothing but silence as a response, she huffed. "Expect me to tell father and General Ironwood about this." Turning away, she continued to follow her trolley with that familiar look of superiority and arrogance.

Turning to the blonde boy, he nervously scratched his head and put on a forced smile. "I uhhhh… thanks." He barely stammered out in shock and fear.

"We all mess up from time to time. C'mon, get up." The massive woman stated extending a hand for him. Grasping it, he felt himself weigh almost nothing as he was pulled up with such ease that it made him feel even smaller than he already did.

Gesturing him to be on his way, the blonde woman from earlier stood to the side and gave her an approving nod when they locked eyes. Continuing to follow the woman, they were stopped when a pair of girls, one much shorter than the other, approached her.

"Ohmygoshyourgearlookssocoolwhoareyou!?" The black and red one exclaimed at a speed barely comprehensible by her Spartan III augmentations.

"Ruby!" The blonde one said with a tone that screamed family. "Don't just go wandering off like that. I'm sorry about that, she tends to get excited when seeing weapons." The taller blonde apologized. "Name's Yang. And that bundle of joy is my little sister, Ruby." She introduced herself, holding out an arm for a handshake.

Grasping Yang's hand, Sierra - B264 felt the girl have a very firm grip even through her gloves. Even though her face couldn't be seen beneath her helmet, Yang clearly sensed something and gave a cheeky smirk. "Stronger than you thought, huh? I tend to have that effect on people."

"Impressive." A simple yet well deserving compliment. "What brings the two of you to Beacon?"

"We're training to be huntresses of course!" Yang enthusiastically claimed, striking a pose with Ruby following up in a flash.

The Spartan raised a brow. "Huntresses?"

"Yeah don't you know? We train to go out and fight Grimm and protect people and build cool weapons! Speaking of which, what's yours called? Mines Crescent Rose!" The every bubbly Ruby explained while pulling out a red device almost the size of her. Opening it, it transformed into an oversized scythe that pierced into the ground with enough weight to break the concrete.

"Ms. Rose!" The stern voice of the woman shouted above the crowd's collective audio. "No weapons outside of combat classes. I thought you would've learned that at Shade Academy."

Ruby shrunk in size at the scolding. "Sorry Ms. Goodwitch."

Yang stepped in front of Ruby with a mischievous smile plastered on her face. "Don't worry Ms. Goodwitch, I'll make sure to keep a close eye on my baby sister!"

"Somehow, I doubt that." The Spartan thought, making a near inaudible chuckle.

Glynda squinted her eyes, deeply analyzing Yang's quite easy to read face. "Given orientation has yet to start, I'm willing to overlook it this one time. But please make sure to place your weapons in your assigned lockers afterwards. Now you, soldier, we have to speak to the Headmaster."

"Lead the way." The Spartan nodded.

Beacon Academy

Date: Unknown, 0916 Hours, 2560

The elevator ride was long. It was also a clear defensive weakness. It ran the whole spinal length of the central tower with nothing protecting it from the outside except a thin layer of glass. The ride up was rather silent with Glynda standing whole heads shorter than her pink compatriot. The whole time was spent messaging this Ozpin figure on a device that acted similar to a phone.

"So what can you tell me about him?" Sierra - B264 inquired, breaking the silence that lingered between the two of them.

Glynda glanced up from her scroll, a brow raised at the question. "Well to start, what do you know about Ozpin from your time in Atlas?"

She shrugged. "I've never even heard of him before. From how you talk about him, he seems very important to this institution." She noted, her fish - out - of - water experience was ever present. "You haven't even asked me about my name. Doesn't it worry you that you're just taking a stranger to meet with your upper echelon of leadership?"

Glynda stood there for a moment, listening to the low rumble and hum of the elevator making its way to the top floor. Tapping her chin with a finger, she nodded in response. "Alright, I'll bite. Who are you to James?"

"My name's Alexandria. And while you're right to assume I'm a soldier, it's not exactly to whoever you think." Alexandria briefly explained making Glynda grip the handle of her weapon a little tighter with uncertainty. The subtlety was not lost on Alexandria. "I'll explain when we meet your Headmaster. It's a rather long story, but I'm fairly sure I'm not a native to this place, this… planet."

The lack of spacecraft visible in orbit, no available Waypoint connection to her TACPAD, strange creatures that disintegrate when killed, unrecognizable aircraft, architecture that wasn't human made, all of it were clues leading her to believe that she wasn't somewhere in either human nor Banished controlled space. And yet, humans were here. Glynda, Wiess, Ruby, and Yang, all of them were human. Thinking back to the crowd of civilians on the landing pads, Alexandria could've sworn she saw a few with more animalistic features like ears and tails.

She didn't get to think long about it before the elevator ding informed the duo they had arrived at the Headmasters office floor. Stepping out of the parted doors, Alexandria and Glynda were met with an unassuming man with short gray hair, brown eyes, a pair of spectacles, and business casual attire not too far from Glynda's. Somehow it felt like Alexandria's eyes met Ozpin's irregardless of the helmet that sat firmly on her head.

Glynda stepped forward to address her boss. "Headmaster, she's the one I messaged you about. Now, I don't know why General Ironwood is sending anything this far south this early before the Vytal Festival, but it's not a good look. We should call and ask him what he was thinking –"

Ozpin calmly raised a hand towards Glynda, slowing her down. "We'll talk to James in due time. But before we do, I wanna know what exactly you were doing down in the Emerald Forest before we found you on the edge of Vale."

Alexandria stood silent. She contemplated whether or not this truly was the right decision. However all roads kept leading back to this planet not being within UNSC jurisdiction. Hell, she didn't even know if the UNSC still existed. Clearly seeing her hesitance, Ozpin smiled and nodded to her, giving her his vote of confidence to whatever she chose to do.

Weighing her options, Alexandria relented and slowly brought her hands up to the base of her helmet. The audible hiss of decompression was heard as she lifted the Air Assault helmet off of her head and held it at her side. With her face clear as day, Ozpin and Glynda took in every detail they could about their guest. She stood at a firm 7'5 - 7'10 if they had to guess. Her facial structure felt artificial, almost like it had been genetically crafted and honed. A light tan covered her skin contrasted by a pair of shining golden - amber colored eyes. To top it all off, a busy mess of blonde hair ended just around the base of her head.

Noticing the intense gaze of their stares, Alexandria tilted her head. "Like what you see?" She asked with a smirk forming on her lips.

Taken aback by the sudden crude remark, the pair blinked a few times before Ozpin spoke up. "You do look quite unique. Still, I would like to know what you were doing in the forest."

A sigh escaped from Alexandria's lungs. "Long story short, I woke up there in the middle of the night after god knows how long in slipspace. Stranded in the middle of nowhere with barely any supplies, I did what I do best: move. I decided to head north and that was that. Fought some disintegrating wolf things, found those ruins by the cliffside, rode the elevator up, and was picked up by Ms. Goodwitch here." Keeping the truth from them would only hinder her means of trying to get back to the UNSC, and the only way she would survive in this unknown place would be to cooperate.

"Interesting. You mentioned this 'slipspace', what is it?" Ozpin inquired, intently focused on the explanation.

Looking at Ozpin's desk and grabbing a blank piece of paper, she crumbled it into a ball and held it up. "Basically, it opens up a wormhole in one location, surrounds whatever goes into it in a protective bubble, then after some time in real space another wormhole opens up and spits out whatever was inside somewhere else. There's a bunch of other stuff to it, but I'm no scientist and it confuses the fuck out of me." Throwing the paper ball across the room, she waited for it to hit the wall and land harmlessly on the floor. "That's slipspace." She said, pointing to the piece of trash.

Ozpin and Glynda just looked at each other before looking back at Alexandria. "So there's other civilizations than just Remnant?" Glynda asked with a side eye.

Alexandria nonchalantly shrugged. "The entirety of humanity under the UEG has been colonizing for hundreds of years, but we've never had a colony called Remnant. If that's setting off any alarm bells, then you'd be right. According to you folks, I'm technically an alien. Oooh ahhh I know I know."

"And the UEG is?"

"Unified Earth Government. It's got a history of its own. The only important part about it is that it's the government of humanity. And if the name doesn't explain it, Earth is our planet of origin. But to be entirely honest none of that matters anymore. If I've never heard of you and you've never heard of us, safe to say I'm fucked." Alexandria casually remarked, accepting the possibility that going home would not be an option.

"And so what's your plan now? You look heavily armed and armored, definitely capable of handling yourself." Ozpin asked.

"I'm a Spartan. The short version is we were chosen, trained, and given enhancements to become super soldiers. Here, try to lift my helmet." Alexandria challenged them, placing her Air Assault helmet on Ozpin's desk.

Accepting her request, Ozpin grabbed ahold of the helmet that was now firmly planted in the middle of his desk and tried to lift it. It was incredibly heavier than he had anticipated, needing to work his muscles just to lift it. Seeing the Headmaster struggle, Glynda took the wand she had been carrying and raised it. The next thing Alexandria knew, a purple hue surrounded her helmet as it began to float in the air like it weighed nothing at all.
Clearing her throat to gain their attention, Alexandria simply pointed at her floating helmet. "Excuse me, but what the fuck?"

Ozpin chuckled at her reaction to seeing semblance. "That, Ms. Alexandria, is what we call a semblance. Think of it like an ability tied to one's aura. Everyone has one, it just needs to be unlocked." He explained.

Alexandria thought he sounded insane, speaking mumbo jumbo about what's effectively magic. "Semblance? Aura? What? Do you have a library or Waypoint system or something where I can read up on this? If I'm going to have to stay on Remnant, I may as well know every little detail about it."

"We have the Cross Continental Transmit System. We'll provide you with a scroll to connect to it. Given your humanity's apparent technological capabilities, I doubt I'll need to show you how to use it." Ozpin said, pulling a small phone looking item from one of the many drawers in his desk.

Alexandria waved him off. "I'm not using something unencrypted, especially civilian. My TACPAD should be more than enough for your transmit system." She said, holding up her arm to better show them the technology.

"If you wish." Ozpin easily relented and put the device back where it came from. "However, in exchange for you using our services, I will ask that you prepare an information package explaining to us as much about your humanity as possible."

Alexandria nodded. It was a simple exchange really. Not like she would say anything that could compromise her in any way. "Give me a few days and I can put something together. Won't be a complete picture but it should be enough."

Ozpin warmly smiled. "Then if that's settled, Glynda, please show our guest to the CCTS and get her connected to the system. I'll organize a room for you to stay here until you figure out what you want to do."

"Thanks, I appreciate it. We're taking a real leap of faith with each other, but my instincts haven't flared yet so you're in the clear." Alexandria remarked. Turning to leave, she was stopped by Ozpin who asked her one last question.

"Do you have a family name, Ms. Alexandria?" The question made her pause. A part of her that she vowed to always remember came to the forefront of her mind. Even after the Covenant invaded her home all those years ago, she still remembered her name.

"Briarton. My name's Alexandria Briarton. But please, call me Alexandria or B264, it's less painful." She said with a level of sorrow. Entering the elevator alongside Glynda, Alexandria began her journey on Remnant a lot better prepared than when she had initially arrived.