This is another Predator/RWBY thing I'm trying. Enjoy!

Jaune Arc was looking at himself in his room mirror. A scar running from his left eye down to his right cheek, three scars on his neck down his chest, fading scars where his right arm was ripped off, lean muscle and hard abs with scars popping up here and there. He sighed as he rubbed his facial scar, from a Xeno that got lucky.

Damn bugs. Thankfully, the Predators welcomed him as one of them since he managed to take down a Primarch. Not an easy task to. His marking of the stylized T type symbol marked him as an official Predator and one of the Scawa'aa clan. His custom Hunting armor and weapons are pretty bad-ass too. Not to mention the advancements he made to his human weapons.

A dark figure walked up to him and wrapped scaly arms around his waist. "Dear, let us sleep. You must be tired at this time." His girlfriend, or mate, was a six foot three, black scaled Yautja. The females are damn sexy. With a slim waist, long and smooth legs, silky scales, long dreadlocks, small and slitted eyes, a sexy purr, and a well built rump, they were beautiful. Not to mention there loyalty and bravery. Yautja clans had different ways of teaching and ways of honor, but all believed in a honor system and caste system that divided up duties.

The Predators may be a hunting race, but they were damn smart and advanced.

"Coming Chey, just..thinking." Chey purred into his back, her mandibles clicking against his neck. Turning around, Jaune placed a kiss onto her neck, nuzzling her small neck scales, enjoying the feeling of her scales and smooth skin.

Walking into there bedroom, Jaune took a brief second to look around before he got onto the bed with Chey and made love to her. A round room, warm brown with advanced tech and pieces of equipment here and there, Yautja styled clothing and styled furniture from the bed, couch and to the kitchen, with touches of Jaune's military and Earth styles.

Nibbling her neck as he thrusted into her, Jaune loved her scent of the herbs and oils that the females use for there mates. It was intoxicating.

Chey's purrs were sexual and warm, the slight hitches of breath as she wrapped her long and smooth legs around his back, trapping him there, it was very amazing to feel the scales rub his bare back.

Speeding up, Chey gave a loud purr/howl as she reached her end, her mandibles grabbing Jaune's face and bringing him into a kiss as he reached his end to. After thirty seconds of climaxing, Jaune laid down on his mate, rubbing her big and round breasts with his face. Luckily, females and males had a close to same amount of stamina and limits in sex, her tiring and holding his head against her chest, her fingers and webbed appendages rubbing his hair, her purring with tiredness and love for her male.

"Night dear..."

"Night Jaune..."

Jaune woke up refreshed and with a good morning kiss from Chey as she climbed out of bed, making sure to give Jaune a good view as she slowly and sensually pulled on some underwear, or their version of it.

Jaune grabbed her very thin waist and gave her small kisses on her stomach, enjoying the purring he got in return. Getting up, Jaune and Chey made out for a bit, pulling back for air, a thin trail of saliva in there wake.

"Come on Chey, I'll make you something to eat." He got a loving purr in response. Chey eyed him hungrily as he hasn't yet put on any clothes, his well built frame, while not extremely muscular like a Yuatja male, he was still strong and had muscle to show it. His rather long member the only thing Chey looking at. At least he managed to rival a Yautja male down there and his compassion and bravery was an amazing bonus as well.

Chey smiled as Jaune placed on some standard meats and breads, mainly the human bacon and the Yautja bread mixed with herbs and human wheat. For a good ten minutes, Chey and Jaune ate in silence, enjoying each others company. Chey eyed Jaune's muscles as he sat bare naked at the stone table, getting moist in her crotch as she watched.

Slipping under the stone table, she crawled to his crotch, his familiar smell and hers mixing together, making her extremely horny.

She poked the limp member, enjoying the feeling of Jaune smiling and rubbing her cheek with tender care. Moving some plates to the side, Jaune picked up the rather light woman and placed her on the table, giving his mate a loving stare. She returned it with more lust.

Capturing both of their lips, Chey's rather thin one's rubbing Jaune's. Flicking her tongue against his mouth, Jaune complied and both began to fight for dominance in each others mouths. Jaune began to rub her bare thighs, rubbing her puffy and pink area, smirking as he felt her tremble.

"Time for some fun dear~..."

You don't get to see. Use you pervy minds!

Jaune slipped on his armor, hearing as Chey slept peacefully after the rather rough pleasure both received. Placing the netting over his Special Forces armored jeans, he enjoyed the feeling of the silk against his skin. Taking his chest plate, he decided to put on a different one today. Taking a series of plates that formed a downward triangle, just reaching the ends of his chest, he then magnetically placed the oval shell on his back. Placing the hunting drone in the cubby in the middle, Jaune looked for a good mask.

He chose a round sphere of metal that reached back with two small horns horns above the long slitted eye holes, there version of plexi-glass in a spider web pattern with silver tints. The mouth was flat and smooth, two round holes on the right and left sides, with the symbols of the Special Forces eagle and the Scawa'aa clan on each circle. Placing the four tubes into the air chambers, Jaune pulled up the sewn in hood, the metal at the ends attaching to his armor and two locks clicking into the ends of his mask.

Placing his wrist computer on his left arm, and placing the dual bladed gauntlet on his right, a mixture between the Yautja claws and human style knight gauntlet. The curved blades unfolded out of an area above his wrists, looking like Wolverines claws. He chuckled to himself, remembering as he introduced human movies and entertainments. The females begged him for the human romance movies, and he always made dares with the teenage and other male and females who dared to watch horror movies.

He loved the horror movies, not like he could say the same for most Yautja's who watched it with him. He chuckled darkly as he sent some of the braver Hunters cowering with the extremely graphic and horrifying effects in the movies. But, hey, humans are pretty sick when it comes to horror.

Checking his different modes of sight, from infra-red to night vision to searching for cold spikes and illuminating certain areas and sounds. Check. He flipped out his dual shoulder cannons and checked his helmet laser. Both worked. Check. Taking his plasma rifle, a slim rifle that is a thinner and slimmer version of a .50 cal sniper, just no clip or extra long scope, but instead a small port for the round clips and a long and small scope that was the size of his eye. Check.

.45 auto pistols. Check. Throwing knives. Check. Chain whip. Check. Other weapons. Check.

Smiling, Jaune headed out of his house, deciding to look at the job boards for the Yautja Hunters. Chey is a good Hunter, several skull trophies and successful Hunts under her belt. So did Jaune. After he first joined his new clan, Jaune was given a good course on understanding Yautja language. It was surprisingly easy.

Jaune also had the opportunity to share stories and facts about human development and other human things that the Predators don't know. Walking past, he patted and walked for a bit with some small pups, their excited laughter and aura making him feel better than he already felt. Nodding to passing Yautja's, many of them giving him formal greetings and some small talk, Jaune simply laughed and went along with what they were doing. Which wasn't much since the markets and most business's haven't opened yet.

Walking up to the building, which is opened always, Jaune searched through one of the many terminals and searching briefly through some of the walls. Papers and technical jobs were posted everywhere. Jaune had to admit that it was interesting just how close the Yautja tech resembled human tech. Well, the Yautja's did help out with human evolution. So.

Jaune stopped on an interesting job:

Eliminate Demons (Xenomorphs) in a closed sector on planet XZ-299.

Reward:

~732.000.000.

Jaune whistled. That was some serious money. Clicking further more info on the job, it read that there was a downed Science vessel that had crashed near a populated area and that the Xiaoa's (Face Huggers) captured a inhabitant of XZ-299 and the Queen Xeno that was captured escaped. Jaune sighed, moving Queens was so risky. It cost more lives and caused more injuries moving one, especially if it was still awake, to another Hunting planet or something.

Jaune clicked accept, deciding to wake up Chey and get her ready.

A/N: Jaune carries weapons around as it is tradition and a Predator that is searching for a job or something never knows when they are to be leaving or called for. It's best to be ready.

Jaune made some small talk with a passing Hunter, Yu'wa. A seven foot tall and heavy hitter Hunter who uses heavy plasma cannons and two heavy axeson his tank like body.

"XZ-299? Isn't that the planet that oomans and those animal oomans lived?" Yu'wa's gravely voice was layered with curiosity. "Yep. Which will make it interesting. Humans have gotten pretty smart there and it will be interesting to see what happens." Yu'wa nodded with excitement. The best part about Hunts was the danger and the thrill that came with the fight.

Jaune smiled as well. Being a combat junky did that to him.

Reaching his house, he saw his mate putting on her armor, a rather simple styled armor: chest plating that covered both shoulders with metal netting, a long shell with her one, long sniper cannon, her dual whips, forty or so small knives, dual wrist claws, wrist computer, plasma pistol (same thing as a shoulder cannon, just pistol sized and made for hand firing), standard plate mask with the emotionless look etched in, her marking placed on the forehead, four air tubes and metal plating sewn in here and there at her blind spots.

"Hey Chey, got us a job." Handing over the information, Chey hummed and clicked as she read, taking time to download info on XZ-299.

After a few minutes, Chey closed the holo-pad on her computer and nodded for leaving. Making their way to the pods, they got in the cylindrical pods and smiled to each other as the four long thusters shuddered and sent them off.

Here we come...Remnant.