I was a freshly new White Fang grunt that had been drawn in by one of their more recent rallies for new recruits. I wasn't a very "productive" member of society as every job that I had tried applying for rejected my application once I came in for an interview.

The extra set of ears in case anyone was wondering.

Funny how scarred human children can get when they see sloth claws, or are they just really long finger nails? To summarize my mom and dad (bless their souls) were two completely different Faunus. Mom was a cat while dad (you guessed it) a sloth.

The lucky winner that I was I inherited both sets of features from my folks and let's just say that I was considered "different" amongst other children to put it lightly.

Another funny thing was how just having two different animal features also makes you an outcast to your own species.

Go me.

So… yeah. I wasn't exactly popular with either humans or Faunus, and that made getting, well, anything hard. My parents were kind enough to take care of me until the dreaded day came.

My big-ol' eighteenth birthday party.

Times were getting tough for my folks and they both wanted me to try and find something in Vale. Oh, did I forget to mention that we lived outside the walls in a small village named Oakwood? My bad.

Anyway that brings us back to my whole job situation. Couldn't find a job, rejected due to being a Faunus, sloth fingers blah blah. The point was that I couldn't make any money, and since my folks forced me out to "start a new, better life" I was trapped in Vale.

Well I guess it's a good thing considering both my village and entire family got gobbled up by Grimm a few weeks later. (Heh… bet dad died like a hero with his sloth claws in hand.)

… Oh? Sorry I kinda spaced out there for a sec.

So, as I was starving and basically already half dead, I decided to join the White Fang. I went to a rally, got recruited, got a Grimm mask along with a simple hand gun, and a new uniform.

Black and white really brings out the red in the Grimm mask.

First few weeks were just like my childhood: social outcast and all. I wasn't heading anywhere fast concerning rank or position, but I didn't care. I was getting fed and got to take naps when the lieutenant wasn't looking. Maybe that's the sloth side of me? I don't know.

So life was pretty good.

Of course, I didn't really care for the Fang's true goal: the eradication of all humans to free our race and blah blah blah.

I had recently been enjoying a nap inside a cargo container when Sydney, a fellow outcast slash the closest thing I ever had to a friend came to get me. Sydney was half deer and tiger Faunus.

Now while I'm okay with people making jokes behind my back, Sydney always made sure to beat the crap out of anyone who even joked about her legs. (psst. They are really hairy)

…Phew, I thought she might have heard me, but I guess nobody can when you're trapped like I am.

We'll get to that soon enough.

So she and I stuck together most of the time, but whenever I tried to go and take a quick snooze she could always somehow find me. Even when I tried hiding up in the warehouse's support beams she freaking found me!

I know right!

Oh… that's just in case you found that as bizarre as I had.

Well, regardless, she knew where I was at the time and had told me that the boss wanted me.

When I told that I don't roll that way she kicked the crate I was resting on hard enough to cause me to fall five feet to the cold, hard, unforgiving floor. Then she proceeded to kick my lazy butt up and shove me on my way.

What a cruel mistress. (Still miss her though.)

Once I went to go see the boss he looked angry, as he usually did.

Now this guy was all clean, cut muscle. He even showed off his muscular arms by cutting the sleeves off to expose his bear arms. (Ba-dum tssh) Get it? He was a bear Faunus and… nevermind.

Anyways he told me that I would be on guard tonight to help prevent the rally from having any "un-wanted guests." Now naturally as a loyal follower of the White Fang's noble crusade, I agreed. (Not like you had any choice in the matter you numbskull.)

It apparently was an important one considering that big boss Roman bloody Torchwick was there. Now what made our oh so glorious leader decide to work with humans when the rulebook clearly stated: "All humans must die."

You must be thinking that I'm joking right? You'd be surprised what a little black sharpie marker can do to piss off your superiors. Best night in the isolation cell I've ever spent.

Now the thing that Mr. Bowler Hat was trying to convince the crowd of potential followers was what perked my interest.

A pre-field tested Atlesian Paladin stood with its menacing fifteen foot height, loaded weapons including rockets, chain guns, lasers- You get the idea. It was pretty freaking intimidating to say the least, but what made it less intimidating (to me at least) was the White Fang logo plastered on either side of where I assumed the pilot's seat sat.

Like, "Oh my god lookout! The red menace is coming for us all! Save the children, the people, but most importantly the food!" Like, oooh a big scary wolf is coming for us, run. Why couldn't they have thought of something a little bit more original?

In my personal opinion it could have used a spray job of a sloth.

Because sloths are badass.

So the rally was in motion and guess where I was? That's right.

Up on the rafters sleeping the night away as the rally went on far down below. It was going so smooth too until some black cat Faunus decided to bring a gun to the scene and fire it right in the middle of the crowd.

Now that completed three things both good and bad.

The good: the rally was over, so I could go back to sleep after this all ended.

The bad: She aimed for the fuse box and cut off the power, and before anyone's eyes adjusted to the dark she and her monkey friend had fled. But what was worse was that she had startled me awake and caused me to fall off the rafter I was snoozing on.

Now that fall hurt.

I think I broke about twenty bones give or take, but since I landed on my side it caused my entire leg to be shattered and my left arm to fracture. I even recall feeling my lungs fill up with my own blood as I think a rib punctured one.

What was even worse was that when my eyes finally stopped swimming, I could clearly see Roman jumping into the Paladin and rushing after the girl and her friend.

That was all fine and dandy, but since I was right in the middle of his path it made it… less dandy.

I died underfoot by the Paladin, and let me tell you that it is not a fun experience!

I'm not going into how it felt since it still gives me nightmares.

So, I thought that was the end of me as all I recall seeing was nothing by darkness. Not even my natural Faunus night vision helped as it was just an endless black.

It didn't last long as I saw a bright light appear above me.

It shined down hard and I felt myself getting closer to it. Gentle at first, that ride soon picked up in speed as I was flying! Zero to fifty and all that and beyond.

Eventually the light blinded me and the dark was back, and I thought that I imagined the light, but thankfully that wasn't really the case.

When I came to the first thing I noticed was that there was some weird red screen around my vision. There were numbers, graphs, and a lot of other features that I don't know how to pronounce unless I use the Hoogle search engine.

But I haven't found out how to activate that feature yet.

Anyway the next thing I notice is an annoying flashing light being shined right into my face, and when I try and move my hand to swat it away. I found that I only felt my left arm rise.

A small shriek filled my "ears" and the light moved away as I saw a little girl running down my chassis.

Yup, I had somehow found myself inside the same Paladin that Torchwick had (un)consciously crushed me under. The only way I could tell was by the clock and the picture that showed flashing red images of where the Paladin had been hit.

Legs were unresponsive, the pilot's cockpit (aka my head) had been dented immensely, and the right arm had been completely torn off.

Now like any sane person would have done in the moment that I had woken up, I went to sleep. The little girl had run off and I didn't see her, so why stay awake?

Of course though, it wasn't that easy.

I couldn't feel anything really, except that I was attached to the Paladin's body. I tried everything from "Shut down" to "By the powers invested in me I command thyself to sleep!" Nothing worked… so I just sat there for what felt like hours.

Only an hour had passed when the little girl came back, but this time with a little metal pipe in hand.

And now your all caught up with the beginning. Now, let's see where this goes…

Well hello there everyone. Some of you may know me, but most others won't considering that I've only one main fic up on this site. The other is just a couple specials I put together.

Anyway I've had this idea in my head for a while now, and thought to finally put it out there. Chapters will remain short since I wish to concentrate on writing my main fic instead, but this will be updated from time to time. When, I don't know, but I would really like to see how the RWBY community will take to this idea.

Unsure if it's been done before, BUT I haven't seen anything like it in the RWBY forums so I'll assume no.

Hope you all enjoy this first chapter and please consider leaving a review as I will value any constructive criticism and/or feedback. Have a good day everyone!