Unknown location in the sky. Circa 1945. Post-Elimination of Neuroi Hive over Venezia...

Squadron:501st Joint Fighter Wing, callsign 'STRIKE WITCHES'

All members accounted for, Magic systems online.

Commander Minna's eyes struggled to open and her ears rung under the sound of her Strike Unit's engines. She slowly, but steadily opened her eyes, to the sight of a bright-green forest below, about 3000 Feet lower than them in Altitude... She remembered how it all went black. They had sunk the Neuroified Yamato, destroyed the core and rescued Sakamoto from certain death in the damn fusion... But Myiafuji lost her magic, a tragic failure on their part for not coordinating better. Minna placed a hand on her ear, to feel her communicator still there, then spoke softly "Is anyone there? 501st JFW, call out..."

She waited a few seconds, her fingers trembling by her ear... Did they all die? The Core did malfunction and it exploded, sending incredible amounts of Fragments flying through the air. The woman's eyes peered up from the forest, to see clear ground ahead, then she spoke again "Strike Witches, are you there? Girls? Sakamoto... Perrine? Lynne? Barkhorn, Hartmann, fall in... Anyone..." She paused, feeling something warm trickle down her cheek. She spoke again, her voice shaky "Lucchini? Sanya and Eila? Shirley, you there, you bleeding Liberioin? Myiafuji? I... Know it's impossible, but..."

"Ughh... Lucchini here! Jeez, boss, can't we get some slee-WOAH, WE'RE ABOVE A LOT OF TREES~!" The sheepish voice of their Romagnan comrade sounded off, making Minna freeze. Relief washed over her as she spoke "Lucchini, form up on me." Immediately after that, a dozen voices sounded off, allowing the woman a brief moment of resurgence... She waited for the two voices she'd thought she'd lost in that flight...

"Perrine here! Somehow still alive!"

"Lynne, reporting, ma'am! I'm fine!"

"Sanya here. Eila is with me."

"Barkhorn and Hartmann, on standby, Commander!"

"Shirley, the bleedin' Liberion, answerin' the call! Haha!" Answered all girls with joy within their voices, some even scared or surprised. But finally, within Minna's ears, sounded off the voices of a young woman she knew all too well... And did God smile upon them that day. "This is Major Sakamoto to the Commander! I'm alive! Myiafuji's with me, but she dropped her communicator somewhere!"

The voice of their young witch recruit sounded off in the background, apologetic. Minna smiled, then sighed and took her usual stoic demeanor. "All Strike Witches, converge on my position and prepare to land for weapons and equipment check! I want to see Myiafuji personally upon finding a safe clearing to land into!"

"Roger!" Was the answer of the squadron. The woman grinned, then watched as, from within clouds or from around the trees, her squadron reformed. Joining her, to her right, were Gertrud Barkhorn and Erica Hartmann, the two Karlslandians of the squadron. Erica Hartmann, the blonde girl, with bright blue eyes and the most laid-back attitude a Karlslandian, no, a human could have, sat first, with Gertrude Barkhorn, her friend with whom she has clashes from time to time. The brown-haired woman, who carried to MG42s, nodded to the Commander with a smile. Eila, the Suomi girl came close beside Barkhorn, also carrying a single MG42. Erica had an STG44 with the prototype Panzerfaust underbarrel launch tube.

Joining in on the left side was Perrine, Lynne and Sanya, with Perrine carrying her standard-issue Britannian Bren LMG, her platinum-blonde hair flailing in the wind, with her familiar ears and tail following suit, the nutmeg-haired, blue-eyed Lynne and her BOYS Anti-Tank Rifle, also of Britannian Manufacture and, of course, Silver-haired and green-eyed Sanya, with her Fliegerhammer multi-launch shoulder-mounted rocket system.

Above the commander, came Shirley the Squadron's Liberion-born Yankee, carrying her Browning Automatic Rifle and her usually cocky smile. The rabbit familiar white ears and tail were also showing, quite powerfully, over her ginger hair and her blue eyes were steely with determination. Beside the girl, her Romagna-born comrade, the tan-faced, black-haired, pony-tail wearing girl with a Liberion Browning LMG and just as scary a smile, Lucchini...

Finally, below her, akin to the phoenixes arising from ashes, came the two Fuso-born girls of the squadron. Major Mio Sakamoto, the eyepatch-toting, Katana-carrying magic samurai badass with tan skin and raven hair and, of course, beside her, the squadron's healing unit and Tank-type shield-girl, whom all had thought had lost her magic, Myiafuji Yoshika. Her brown eyes stared at the commander as her smile never faded her face.

"Ladies, it's a damn proud moment to see you all here, alive and still empowered by magic!" Minna called proudly. "If there was ever a moment of doubt we'd make it out of that damn thing, like I know I had at the start, well, I'm damn sure it's all wiped from your memories now! No more worrying about that Neuroi hive above Venezia, or Romagna! Two more countries we just pulled out from behind hammered by the Neuroi!"

Assorted chants came from the girls. 'Hurrha!', 'Banzai!', 'Witch Sisu~!'(Of course, miss Eila's) and several others sounded off, as the girls celebrated. Minna raised her hand and continued "However, we must first figure out where on Earth we are and how far have we been flying! Sanya, get us a Radar location here!"

Sanya's quiet humming came over to everyone as relaxing... Her Radar spell activated, the strange crown-like holographic displays placing around her head, her eyes closed as she scanned the area. Her eyes widened "I believe we're no longer in Venezian airspace... But I do not detect Neuroi in the area... Wait... Another flier detected..." She smiled as the tags ran through her head "Friendly pilot from the 505th is coming in..."

"Oh?" The girls gasped in surprise. They couldn't be anywhere near the 505th's position. They were flying in the opposite direction and their Magic would've run out should they've gotten that far away from Venezia. Minna looked to Sanya and asked "Which Pilot?"

"Unknown. She's too far ahead of us to determine her exact ID." Sanya answered, then blinked twice "Four more contacts on a rural road ahead... It appears someone is fighting alone against three opponents..."

"Human v Human?" Asked Myiafuji from below, receiving a nod from Sanya.

"Well, that just won't fly in this squad." Smirked Shirley, getting groans of disapproval from everyone else. Lucchini laughed, though... Minna looked up above to be greeted by Shirley's wide grin, then asked "What're you doing now?"

"What, boss? I'm tryin' my hand at new material. Puns are a thing, y'know?" Shrugged the Liberion, to which Minna sighed.

"Carefree as ever, Speed Maniac?" Asked Gertrude, to which the Yankee's grin widened. "Aye, aye. Why, still pissed off about it, Soldier-boy?"

Seeing the two ladies about to pounce each other, the Britannian of the squad got an idea... "Ladies, before you start a fight... Can we please focus on saving the person currently being attacked?" Lynne suggested wearily, to which the Yankee and the Karlslandian looked each-other in the eye, nodded, then said "Let's go." In unison. Minna looked at all of them, then said "Alright, girls! Follow my orders to the letter!" She looked to Lynne "Bishop, if you have a clean sight on the enemy from here, stay just below the clouds and provide covering fire! We'll be moving in at tree level to make sure we don't get spotted, or worse."

"Aye, aye, ma'am!" Yelled the sniper girl, powering her Striker unit and pushing herself up into the sky. Minna looked to Myiafuji, then said "Myiafuji, not sure how you got your Magic back after that light-show back against the Venezian Neuroi hive, but I'm damn glad you did. You're with Lynne! Provide her covering fire from anything that may prove a threat up there! If Neuroi are still around, I don't doubt you'll have what to shoot at!"

"Yes, commander, understood! It'll be my pleasure!" The Fuso-born medic said, smiling widely. She peeled off from the formation, banked up and followed the trail of white smoke left by Lynne in her ascent. Minna looked to the others, then said "We'll be splitting up into teams! Shirley, Lucchini, Barkhorn and Hartmann, together! You're taking them from that direction!" She pointed to the right-hand side. "Barkhorn, keep me posted on your attack run readiness!" And she looked to the rest of the squad "Sanya, Eila, Perrine, Mio, with me! We're taking the other!"

"Roger!" The girls responded promptly, readying their weapons. The two squads split off and mobilized to their assigned attack directions. Passing clear of the Forest via the air, the squad made the link-up with the trail, a dirt road on which several carts and things have seemingly traveled. The girls banked hard right, making a 180 and aligning themselves to the road, going about 200 meters off the tree tops as not to be spotted.

"What now?" Asked Mio, readying her Assault Cannon. Minna nodded, then tapped her microphone and said "Lynne, if you have a shot at anything you think is important the enemy is using, shoot! we'll take your first AT shot and rush in at full speed!"

"Copy that... Zeroing in on an unknown enemy object... Seems pretty important." Stated Lynne.

"Good... I trust second squad has got what I said, right? Good." Minna said, cocking her MG42's feeding bolt back. "You may fire when ready, Flight Sergeant..."

The far echo of the Boys AT rifle sounded off just as the squads came over the horizon. The woman saw the shell land, shattering something small, breaking it to pieces. A woman's white-gloved arm jolted back from the high acceleration of the shell, nearly breaking off and said woman, someone in a red dress, clutches her left arm, the one with the white glove on. Minna tapped her microphone and said "THEY'RE CONFUSED! HIT'EM NOW, LADIES! WEAPONS FREE!"

"Uhh, Commander..." Chirped Lynne, surprised.

"Fire at will! Take out any one of them you see trying to fight back!" Barked the woman. She angled up into the air in a near-vertical ascent, followed by her squadron, then stopped, hovering mid-air, to the sight of four persons. One hooded one and three others, two of which were holding the hooded person down. All of them looked like they saw ghosts when they spotted the girls hovering around them, a dozen, all armed... Good. Minna aimed her MG42, then yelled "WEAPONS FREE! TRY NOT TO HIT THE HOODED ONE!"

"Commander?" Lynne tried again.

An deafening symphony of guns started to sing and staccato rounds struck at the feet of the bandits. With no cover to hide behind, this'd be a turkey shoot. Minna tapped her microphone, then yelled "ALL GIRLS! DON'T SIT STILL! THEY MAY HAVE WEAPONS, SO GET FLYING!"

The girls scrambled toward the enemy, moving close to the ground and firing away, utilizing their high maneuverability and, in Shirley's case, high speed, to engage. Bullets hit around the people and projectiles, green ones, started flying from their side as well. White rounds as well, from some guy below who seemed to be... Kicking the air to launch them. Their main problem, however, was a girl with two pistols that could have rapid-fire abilities.

Sakamoto went to the floor, to greet the woman in the red dress just as she was about to utilize her swords for something, blocking whatever she was doing with her sword. Reppumaru yet again proved its utility as the eyepatch-wearing Fuso girl smirked and said "Why, hello there! Thinking of doing something nasty today, are we?" As she pushed the woman back utilizing her Striker unit.

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU PEOPLE!?" Barked the woman, angered as her eyes shone bright amber.

"Just some friendly neighborhood Witches!" Sakamoto answered, delivering a swift kick with her Striker unit right to the gut. The strange woman tumbled back as Mio moved toward the hooded one, sliding the blade over her shoulder and into her sheath, then stopping dead ahead of the girl and helped her up. "Hey, you okay?"

"I'm fine now, thanks..." nodded the hooded person. She looked up, to the sight of the girls flying around, then asked "Just... What in Oum's name are you girls?"

"Call us Witches, ma'am." Sakamoto answered, smiling warmly. The woman nodded and drew her weapon, a staff with two crystals at each end, then extended it. She twirled it, took her hood off and said "Name's Amber, by the way. You are?"

"Major Mio Sakamoto. Pleasure to meet you, Amber... Now, onto the enemy..." She charged again at the woman in red, an attack which the woman barely dodged as the sword cut so close to her face she felt the wind rush past her eyes. The woman's amber eyes peered toward her two goons, the green-haired girl and her chrome-looking pal, both of them under constant harassment from the other air units in the area, then she yelled "WE'RE RETREATING! EMERALD, USE IT!"

"AYE!" The emerald-haired girl yelled, but before she could do anything, she saw her comrade take an explosive shot in the back. A flash of white appeared as her friend lost whatever was defending him, then tumbled toward the ground, knocked out. Looking up, Minna saw who took the shot. A woman with black, long hair, messy, long enough to reach her hips. She had golden eyes and her familiar was similar to Sanya's, the Black Cat. She had a Panzerbuhse 35, the Karlslandian AT rifle, and on her back, an MG34. The model of Striker unit was one common to an air force she knew all too well...

"Reserve Flight Lieutenant Constantia Cantacuzino, of the Mirage Witches, at your services, Strike Witches!" Smirked the sniper woman. She fired again, knocking one of Emerald's pistols out of her hand. The green-headed girl dashed, grabbed her pistol and took a look of concentration... Everyone's vision turned black for a moment and, immediately upon returning, the bastards vanished.

"What?!" Asked Minna, shocked. She felt a hand placed on her shoulder, then looked back to see Cantacuzino's warm smile. The Dacian Fighter Witch nodded to her friend, then said "At the very least they are gone." Happily.

The girls gathered, with Lynne moving in with complete surprise as she looked at the woman ahead. Constantia Cantacuzino was one of the most elite sharpshooters within the Dacian military. Her aim from about a kilometer out proved her worth as a shot. She'd destroyed something Lynne had scoped in before the girl got to fire a shot and you could easily say the Britannian was overjoyed to meet one of her idols.

So much so the girl couldn't breathe...

"Uhh, Lynne?" Asked Myiafuji, waving a hand in front of her blushing friend. Constantia chuckled, then said "My, my, another aspiring Sharpshooter for the Witches... A britannian at that." The woman bowed, then nodded and said "I would suppose you know of me?" And she received her answer via a series of quick nods from Lynne. The woman looked to Minna. "I believe we have met once before, Commander."

"Aye, we have." Minna nodded. "Shall we touch down and talk there? I fear us running out of Magic powers to fly."

Everyone nodded as engines began to sputter from girl to girl. The girls touched down and each exited their Striker, slinging their weapons on their backs via Leather straps and picking up the dual leg covers. Of course, none of them was wearing anything to cover up their legs and lower extremities aside from the standard-issue underwear, so this left Amber in a bit of shock as she looked at them.

"Do... You lot not wear PANTS?" She asked, looking at Mio, who shot a glance back, then laughed aloud and said "Nope. Restricts our movement and our embarking speed into our Striker Units. We always need to be ready with the ever-present threat of Neuroi around us." And she watched Amber's expression turn from one of dumbfounded surprise, to one of interrogation and worry. "New-Roy... What is that?"

"Neuroi." Corrected Minna, then she looked to Amber and asked "You do not know of Neuroi? They occupy this entire damn continent."

"If you mean 'Grimm'... Sure... No idea what the hell a Neuroi is..." The woman said, holding a thinking pose as she examined the girls from head to toe, depending of which kind of toe... She shook her head, clearing the thought out of her head and asked "You... Girls aren't from around here, are you?"

Mio, still somewhat shocked at the reveal that there was no Neuroi here, shook her head and said "No... I guess not... This is... Earth, right?"

"No..." Amber shook her head. "It's Remnant..."

Okay, now everything was clear. They were on another different world... An Alien world. The girls gave each-other silent glances that spoke a million words and many of them were in clear shock. What could've done this, only God himself knew.

"Well... This is an odd thing to look at..." Said a gruff voice from behind them. The smell of alcohol assaulted their nostrils from how close the person probably was and everyone swiveled around, to be greeted by the sight of an older man, with crimson eyes, oily raven hair that was somewhat short and a smug grin. The man wore a cape that was black on the outside and red on the inside, and was torn at the ends. He also had a retractable, heavy sword on his back, currently in idle. His white shirt was stained by sweat and his black pants were dirty with mud. It was clear the man had been running through the place to get to here.

"Qrow." Said Amber, smiling. "Took your sweet time, didn't you?"

"Friend of yours, Amber?" Asked Mio, pointing at the old man, 'Qrow' as she'd called him. Amber nodded with a smile, then said "Old Man Qrow's a comrade of mine, helping to combat those guys you just saw attacking me."

"I was delayed." Qrow crossed his arms. "Who's the skirtless cheerleaders group here?"

"We're The 501st Joint Fighter Wing, colloquially named the Strike Witches by our compatriots." Minna answered, looking at Qrow with a hint of disapproval in her crimson eyes. The old man gave the girl a sly grin, then said "I'm from Vale, a Huntsman. Name's Qrow Branwen. Who would you be girl?"

"Wing Commander Minna-Dietlinde Wilcke, leader of the Strike Witches." Answered the girl, arms crossed. Qrow sighed, shrugged and said "Never heard of your 'Strike Witches', there, Wilcke."

"And I have an entirely different definition of Huntsmen, mister Branwen." The girl deadpanned. Qrow nodded "Alright... Hold up, getting a call." And he walked away, taking what seemed to be a mobile communications device from his pocket. A few minutes into the conversation, the man turned toward Minna and threw her the item, which she promptly caught out of the air. She placed it to her ear, then said "Hello?"

"Is this Wing Commander Wilcke?" Asked a man's voice from behind the speaker. The woman nodded, then said "Aye. This is her, speaking... Whom am I talking to?"

"I am professor Ozpin, Headmaster of the Huntsman school of Beacon. I have a wish to speak to you and your girls in person." Said the man. Even on this strange comm device, his voice sounded crystal clear, calm. Minna sighed, then said "I suppose you'll be providing transport if we agree? Me and my girls are not from your 'Remnant', so we do not know our way around..."

"I see..." Ozpin mused, then agreed "Very well. I'll be sending a Dropship to your position, to pick you, Amber and Qrow up, miss Wilcke. Thank you for agreeing on such short notice."

"There are conditions which I'd like to discuss for my girls as well, Headmaster... We will discuss them upon our arrival there, Headmaster. I bid you a good day."

"Same to you, miss Minna. I hope to see you well here. Good bye." And a silent ring was heard as the man shut the line between them. Minna tossed Qrow the com system back, straightened her shirt on and said "He's sending a ship to get you..." And she looked at their Striker unit "We'll be providing Aerial Escort to your ship." She started, then she looked to her squadron "Girls, mount up... We're going to Beacon."

"Roger!" They all yelled...

Qrow stared idly as the girls put on their flight systems ,then looked to Amber and asked "And you say they FLEW IN on those things and saved your ass?"

"Would I be lying?" Asked the Fall Maiden, grinning. "Whilst odd, they seem like a cool bunch to be with."

"They aren't wearing any pants, Amber..." Qrow remarked, clearly weirded out by the girls ahead of him. Amber chuckled, then said "So you've been staring at that, you old pervert."

"Oi... What're they doing now?!" The man asked as the girls had strange symbols forming below them. Glyphs like those of the Schnee family... Tails and animal ears like those of the Faunus emerged from their bodies, but both were present, unlike at the Faunus and propellers emerged from the ring-like slits of the strange metallic systems attached to their legs. The engines revved, then lifted them off the ground. All girls there were... Flying.

"Well screw me sideways..." Qrow smirked, then looked toward the surprised Amber "Guess they are pretty cool. Wonder if my nieces would like to meet'em..."

AN:Credit goes to Blazblade and his story RWBY:Remnant of Flames for the idea of this intro. Thanks man for being so awesome as to make that story. Can't wait to see it updated. Anyways...

This was a small idea I got from watching Strike Witches(More like bingeing both seasons and preparing for the OVAs and Movie today) and remembering how shitty RWBY vol. 3 ended... So expect to see the World Witches (A lot of squadrons of Witches) joining Beacon and forming the Remnant Witches, the 1st Strike Fighter Regiment. So yeah...

From Karlsland, with love, Johnnieboy11(P.S. GOTTA LOVE DEM KARLSLANDIAN GALS!)

TOODLES~! :D