A/N: Alas, my good readers, this is the final chapter. I didn't think it'd be right to cut it in half, so I just went all in. I hope you enjoy.

Industrial District
City of Vale
1800 Hours

The Bullhead passed over the city at a steady pace as it headed for the industrial district of Vale. The day was nearing its end, the sun was shrouded by clouds as it approached the horizon beyond the coast. Through the howling wind, Private conversed with Burt.

"So Burt, why did you choose to lead this mission?"

"Well I have a fascination with the visual arts. A big portion of the cargo is paintings from one of my favorite artists: Audrey Chroma." Burt's voice lit up in delight.

"Ah! Another admirer of Chroma's work!" Kowalski interjected.

"You like her too? Awesome!" Burt and Kowalski fist-bumped. "You'll find it interesting to know that what we'll be delivering is her entire "Grimm Twilight" gallery."

"The original watercolour editions? How positively splendid!" The tall boy motioned to Rico. "You know Rico has some skill with a paintbrush himself."

Skipper pulled in Kowalski close for a slap. "This ain't tea and biscuits, Kowalski, remember why we're really here."

The Bullhead descended as it approached the docks. It slowed to a hover, then finally landed. The five got off and followed Burt's lead. Up ahead, past the rows of boxcars, was their cargo, sealed in thick wooden crates. The five arrived just in time to see the freighter deposit the last of the boxes. Burt greeted the dock security.

"Howdy, fellas!"

The head guard turned to them. "You must be the Huntsman filling in for our extra security. Thanks a lot for coming, some of us didn't think that we could get an actual Huntsman to help with this."

The large man scoffed. "Nah, it's no biggie. I'm actually glad that I could take this!"

The guard looked past Burt's shoulder. "The kids are with you?"

Burt nodded as the four boys saluted. He stretched out his arm and wrapped it around all four of them. "Their first mission." The man in gray answered.

The guard nodded. "Alright then. We'll load them on the truck and from there the crates are in your hands." He turned around, signalling the dock workers to load the cargo.

To their right was the loading truck. As the crates were being moved, Private tapped the burly Huntsman's shoulder.

"Burt, I know there are people that will steal art, but shouldn't painting thieves be easy enough for the regular law enforcement to handle?"

Burt turned around and huddled with his students. "It's not just paintings that are in those crates, kid. There's also some really valuable artifacts, stuff that people would kill for."

"Oh okay then."

Vale National Archives
City of Vale
1930 Hours

After an uneventful drive through the traffic-laden streets of Vale, the five arrived at the Archives at dusk. With the help of the archivists they moved the crates from the loading bay into the underground levels where they would be stored. As they opened the crates of the Chroma paintings Burt and Kowalski became positively ecstatic at the sight of them.

The scientist inhaled deeply. "Ahh, smell that watercolour. It's exquisite!"

Carefully they placed all the paintings inside the closets of the Art Storage level without incident. The next set of boxes they opened did not hold paintings, but antiques of all kinds. These would be stored in the labyrinthine rooms where drawers covered every space of the walls. Among the antiques were ancient pottery, textiles, and a particularly curious gold statue of a squirrel. And then there were the weapons. The four boys drooled at the sight of the unpacked artifacts. Jade swords, shiny black bludgeons of all sizes and antiquated guns. Eventually, all the artifacts were archived, and they were left with the final box.

Inside were five steel cabinets, numbered 11 to 15. Skipper was particularly wide-eyed at Cabinet 15. He knew that the object of his desires was tucked inside, waiting for him to claim it. As he and one of the archivists lifted it out of the crate, he noticed the lock on it. Silently he nodded to his brothers to remind them of the operation.

They moved the five cabinets to a storage vault at a lower level with unspoken perseverance, making observations every step of the way. From the layout of the corridors to the the key code of the vault, team SKPR prepared for their true mission.

After the vault doors were sealed and locked, Burt spoke. "Okay, that's all the cargo. Now we need to stay and guard them till morning. But first, I gotta use the little Huntsman's room. Meet me at the security office."

As Burt ran off to the nearest restroom, the four immediately moved to the elevator and they discussed as it moved back up to the ground floor.

"This operation is gonna be a piece of cake, boys." Skipper began. "Rico, you've got the knockout gas ready?"

Rico regurgitated a small green bomb and nodded before he swallowed it again.

"Excellente. First, we wait for the rest of the staff to leave, which should be at 2100 hours. This is supposed to be a clandestine operation and I want absolutely no witnesses. Once they're gone and Big Gray is out cold, we open the vault and nab my security file. "

Private raised his hand. "Skipper, aren't you worried that actual burglars would appear?"

"Always with the naive questions, Private. Of course not! We can handle those sissies!"

The hours seemed to drift slowly in the empty archives. After thirty minutes of watching and waiting inside the security room, the five got bored, and that's when Burt decided to take them on a security patrol around the building. They met the remaining archivists and historians who were working in the late evening. Still, the brothers hungered for some excitement.

After spending another half hour at the security office, the hefty Huntsman took them along for another patrol to check on the security gadgets. It was during this time that he noticed the weariness of boredom that had accumulated within his four students.

"Cheer up, guys!" He began. "I know you want to taste some action, and I know that there's a low chance of actually getting some tonight. How about I order us some pizza?"

"Mmm pizza." Rico growled.

Burt and team SKPR talked around a table inside the security office with three large pizza boxes, the third being exclusively for Rico, lest he devour their slices as well. Burt bit into a slice as he began asking his students questions.

"You guys look like a closely-knit team." He began. "What made you want to become Huntsmen?"

Skipper answered with pride. "Burt, we've known each other since the beginning. And working as a team was all we've known from the beginning. All we had was our uncle and each other, and even as kids, we knew that we could do anything when we pooled our skills together." He high-fived with his brothers.

"Our uncle Nigel was really supportive of us!" Private added with glee.

"He taught us everything we know, at least until we enrolled in the Atlesian Academy." Kowalski mused.

"What about you Big Gray?" Skipper asked. "I reckon if you wanted to be a snooty, pretentious finger painter, you would've done it."

"I may have dabbled in the visual arts in the past, but I became a Huntsman because I understood that they were the inspirational spark behind my favorite artists' work. Take the Grimm Twilight paintings for example. All of them were made in homage to great Huntsmen and Huntresses. It came to me then that the people in those paintings were more influential than the brushstrokes and color shadings. I wanted to be like them, to be able to inspire others to do great things too. And here I am now, guiding a fresh team on their very first mission. Besides, when it comes to art, everybody is a critic."

"I think that's very noble of you, Burt." Private responded.

"Aw shucks."

After they ate, Burt went on one last patrol to check if anybody was left in the Archives. Apparently, the only other person in the building was a burly, muscular man named Gus who still working on the water mains.

Midnight had crept in without announcement. While Burt was out on another solo patrol, the four remained in the security office. Skipper and Kowalski were eyeing the monitors, Private began drawing using the office supplies, and Rico was playing five-finger fillet with a switchblade. Skipper stirred his styrofoam coffee in impatience at Gus, who was on one of the monitors.

"Come on, get out of here already. How hard can it be to fix a couple of leaky pipes?"

"Can't we just use another gas bomb on him?" Kowalski whispered.

"We could, if somebody didn't use it on us to sneak away to a stupid dance." The commando glared at Private as he remarked.

Gus eventually finished by 1:30. As Skipper watched him leave through one of the back doors, he signaled to his teammates to initiate their plan. They moved out of Burt's line of sight and put on their gas masks as Rico released the gas bomb. Their teacher instantly dropped on the table. Private moved him off to the side, apologizing as he dragged him into the closet. Meanwhile, Kowalski opened the door to vent the gas out. Skipper took off his gas mask as he spoke.

"Kowalski, you're holding the fort here. Ring us for any developments. Private, Rico, let's move."

The four hooked up communicators to their ears and moved out. While the trio headed for the elevator back to the storage vault sublevel, Kowalski flipped through the security camera footage. Then, one of them went static. And another. And another.

"Skipper, I'm experiencing some technical difficulties. Several cameras have gone offline."

Kowalski attempted to conduct a diagnostic, but as he typed the remaining cameras also went dark.

"Skipper I lost visual on all fronts, I-"

The scientist's voice was cut off by a scream before going silent.

The commando tapped into his earpiece. "Kowalski, report?" No reply. "Man down!" He yelled.

The elevator doors slid open, and the three were surprised to face several armed grunts dressed in black suits with red ties and shades.

Private yelped while Rico readied his weapon.

"Well look at that, a chance for action." Skipper remarked. "Engage!"

The intruders charged out of the elevator, only to be tossed every which way by Rico's crazed dual sword techniques. Private tussled with three at once while Skipper used his hand-to-hand combat maneuvers to fight his way into the elevator. He gave out an order as the doors closed.

"Keep 'em busy, men! I'm going after my file!"

After Private and Rico dealt with the attackers, they ran back to the security office to check on their brother. They found Kowalski under the table, unharmed yet knocked out. Rico dragged him out and tried shaking and slapping him awake, but to no avail. Before he could attempt a more violent method, Private whispered into his ear.

"Kowalski, Doris wants to go on a date with you!"

"Really?!" The scientist shot up as if he was never unconscious. Noticing the ruse, he frowned. "Oh come on!"

Private spoke again. "Kowalski, the Archives are being raided, and Skipper went to get his file."

"We've got to go help him!" Kowalski readied his battle gloves and charged out of the office, his brothers tailing close behind.

Down at the sublevel, Skipper used his invisibility Semblance to clear his path to the storage vault. Armed grunts dropped left and right as they never saw him coming. Eventually, he arrived at the huge tumbler door and dialed in the code. However as it unlocked he heard a noise from behind. He tried to dodge, but he found himself frozen in ice up to his waist. Out of the shadows behind him strolled out a devious figure who was holding a high-tech weapon in his hands.

Skipper gritted through his teeth. "Hans! I should've known you were behind this raid."

The pirate cackled as he walked. "Good evening Skipper! Well, technically it's 2 in the morning but whatever. I had a feeling you might come after your precious security file."

"You fiend! How'd you know of its location?" Skipper struggled to free himself from the ice.

"I have my sources." Hans walked smugly into the open vault and pulled out the file from the cabinet. He waved it just outside of Skipper's reach in pure mockery and laughed. "I'd like to stay and destroy you but that defeats the purpose of stealing this file in the first place."

The fuming commando pointed his assault rifle at his enemy, aiming for the folder in the latter's hands. However Hans noticed Skipper's intent and fired another freezing bolt, encasing Skipper's arms in ice. The boy struggled even more as his enemy gloated his weapon at his face.

"Behold, the Hansmatic 9000, made from the latest in Schnee Dust-processing technology! And also also it makes a nice cappuccino." The pirate pointed to small cup on the back handgrip. "See, this where you get it." He pressed a button and a stream of fresh coffee filled the small cup, and he took a sip. "At last, my ultimate victory against you is complete!"

"Not while we're around, Hans." Another voice proclaimed.

The two turned to the source of the noise. It was Private, Kowalski and Rico, all aiming their weapons at the pirate. Enraged, Hans switched the Dust cartridge on his weapon and fired an explosive blast, causing the trio break formation and giving him the opportunity to slip through for an escape. As the smoke cleared, Rico fired a rocket at the elevator as the doors closed in front of the criminal, blasting them open and breaking the elevator's mechanisms. Hans fired a few more shots from his weapon as he climbed through the maintenance hatch up to the next level. While Rico gave chase, Kowalski and Private freed their brother from his icy shackles.

"Thanks for the rescue, boys. Now let's move. Hans is not leaving this building with my security file."

As the three climbed up to the storage level above them, they heard Rico babble into his earpiece, amidst sounds of firing and explosions.

"Speak English, soldier!" Skipper replied.

The punk's raspy voice came through the speakers again, this time more coherent. "Art Room!"

Kowalski gasped. "Not the Chroma paintings!"

Rico and Hans were caught in a stalemate inside the Art Storage room. While Rico was taking cover behind the storage closets, Hans had built toppled over several of them and used them and the paintings as a barricade. Smoke and snow covered the room as Skipper, Kowalski and Private entered.

The scientist cried in despair as he saw one of the stray bolts from Hans' weapon strike one of the Chroma paintings, covering it in ice. His grief was quickly replaced with fright as Skipper pulled him back into their cover position to avoid taking a face full of frost.

Skipper shouted across the hall to his enemy. "Give it up, Hans! You're outnumbered!"

"That may be so, but with the Hansmatic 9000, you're all outmatched!" The pirate turned the cartridge chamber on his weapon and fired a barrage of ricocheting thunderbolts that sent the four reeling. He cackled as he continued his assault.

"I blast you! I blast you again! Hahahaha!"

Through the crackle of thunderbolts, the commando called to his brother. "Kowalski, options!"

Kowalski pulled out his clipboard. "I recommend a two-way flanking maneuver to divide Hans' focus and leave him open to-"

"Reckless action it is!"

Skipper charged into the fray screaming and firing his assault rifle at point-blank range. Amazingly, he dodged the bolts of lightning without so much as a single burn. He leaped on Hans' makeshift barricade and fired his grenade launcher as Hans shot out a thunderbolt, sending the two of them flying. The blast also triggered a chain reaction, causing the rest of the storage closets to topple over. When the smoke and dust cleared, the combatants all found themselves trapped and buried under debris while the security file slowly drifted to the floor. The commando shouted to his teammates as he attempted to lift a closet off his back.

"Retrieve the file!"

Hans managed to scramble himself free first. He switched the Hansmatic 9000 to its wind Dust cartridge, creating a suction force to draw the file to his hands. As it fluttered across the air, Private popped out of the rubble with his rifle and fired a shot.

The folder exploded into burning embers onto the pirate's outstretched hand.

"Atta boy, Private!" Skipper shouted from his pinned spot.

Hans screamed in utter defeat. His anger turned to fury as he switched the cartridge back into fire dust and pointed the barrel end towards Skipper.

"Well at least I get the pleasure of eliminating my archenemy!" Hans taunted.

Before he could fire the killing shot, Hans was blasted through the wall and into a hallway by an explosive bolt from Kowalski. As Rico and Private pulled their leader out of his spot, Kowalski kept the scoundrel at bay.

"Your spree of vengeance ends here, you sociopathic destroyer of beauty!"

Skipper and the others regrouped with their brother. He lowered Kowalski's arms as Private and Rico kept their aim at Hans.

"At ease, soldier." Skipper ordered.

"What's going on here?" A new voice hollered.

Burt walked in from the corridor that Kowalski busted into. As he stepped into the scene, his foot landed on a piece of debris. He looked down at it and saw that it was what was left of a Chroma painting. The sight of it caused his heart to sink into a bottomless pit, from which a wrathful flame roared to life.

"You.." The gray Huntsman growled, cracking his knuckles. He stomped towards the incapacitated criminal, each step building up his rage. The boys stepped back to give him space. "You destroyed the Starlight Victory…"

As the criminal stuttered to parley with the furious Burt, Skipper uttered to his brother. "Kowalski, cover the Private's eyes. This might get excessively violent."

Skipper, Kowalski and Rico watched as Burt lifted Hans into the air with one hand. Before he could throw the first punch, the entire building shook around them.

"What in the name of Mantle was that?" Skipper asked.

Another tremor hit, causing the lights to flicker.

"You boys go check it out." Burt beckoned. "I'll deal with our little vandal."

The four could hear Hans' cries of pain echo along the corridor as they walked away from the scene. When they exited the building, they saw that it was already dawn and a wailing siren permeated the air. They looked to the skies as huge black shapes soared above: the unmistakable silhouette of Nevermores.

"Well boys, looks like we have a Grimm invasion." Skipper remarked. "And before breakfast too."

A pillar of smoke erupted from the plaza as Bullheads and Atlesian airships began flying into the city. The leader turned to his teammates.

"Men, I won't stand by as the Grimm launch a full-scale assault and we're not in the middle of the action. Kowalski, get me a way to the plaza, ASAP!"

As they glanced around, Rico turned their attention to a parked jeep across the street. After a brief pause, Skipper answered.

"Eh, we'll bring it back."

The four hopped into the vehicle swiftly. Within a few seconds, the punk hotwired the engines to life.

"Ignition! Gas! Music!" Skipper ordered. When Kowalski pushed the tape into the player, a rock song played through the speakers as Rico drove the jeep through the streets at high speed.

Private tapped his head to the beat. "Ooh, I like this song!"

"It never gets old." Kowalski added.

"It does have a catchy ring to it." Skipper remarked.

After a few minutes, the jeep approached their destination. Rico hit the brakes as they turned the corner. Down the street was the plaza, infested with Grimm. Private ramped up the volume on the speakers as Skipper and Kowalski stood up, their weapons at the ready.

"Alright, Operation: Cavalry is go!"

The punk floored the accelerator and they rammed straight into the frenzy with guns blazing. There was no time for mid-battle greetings with their friends, only carnage. After mowing down hordes of Beowolves and Creepers, a King Taijitu lashed at the car. The quartet leaped out just before impact, and Rico embedded his chainsaw into the serpent Grimm's skull. Activating the rocket function, he slid down the monster's spine with the blade still embedded, bifurcating the monster snake.

"So much for returning the jeep..." Kowalski muttered.

He and Skipper caught the attention of a Death Stalker. Kowalski expertly pinned the scorpion's limbs with ice, allowing Skipper the opportunity to slice off the creature's stinger with his blade before shoving a grenade into its mouth. When the beast exploded, two man-sized Nevermores swooped down on them from above, only to take several explosive blasts and crash into a building, courtesy of Private's golf-swung Dust crystals.

After covering his brothers, Private found himself surrounded by Boarbatusks. Using well-timed strikes, he managed to incapacitate them and form a growing pile of paralyzed creatubeneath his feet. Propelling himself into the air with a recoil shot, he finished them off with a falling stab from his polearm.

The four regrouped again to watch the other students and teachers finish off the rest of the Grimm. The sight of a fashionable girl unfurl a minigun in the middle of the courtyard and demolish dozens of Grimm singlehanded had them swooning. After the majority of the Grimm were eliminated, Professors Port and Oobleck gathered around a large rubble-filled hole in the street and cleared a horde of the creatures coming at their position. Then, Goodwitch marched into the chaos and used her Semblance to repair the hole. The battle was over as quickly they had entered it.

The boys walked down to the courtyard where their friends were. There, an Atlesian airship had landed and they looked on as two students apprehend a familiar face to the androids.

"Watch the hat!" The criminal sneered.

They peered inside the transport and saw Burt watching over the cuffed and beat up Hans and the henchmen as Torchwick was moved with them. The teacher in gray clambered down the ramp to meet with his students as Skipper taunted at his defeated nemesis.

"You boys did a good job today." The Huntsman commented.

"We're sorry about the paintings." Private replied. "We know how much they meant to you."

"Aw it's okay. At the end of the day, it was just a painting. What matters is that nobody got hurt, the other items weren't stolen, and we stopped the bad guys." The man hugged the four all at once. "I'm gonna miss you boys!"

Kowalski groaned from his squeezed lungs. "We'll miss you too, Burt."

The Huntsman got back in the airship and it lifted into the sky, leaving the four at the plaza. Team SKPR boarded a Bullhead with their friends and flew back to Beacon. As it took off, Ruby opened the conversation.

"So, how was your mission?"

"We put a wanted pirate behind bars, expunged me from Vacuo's "Most Wanted" list and slaughtered hordes of Grimm. If that ain't a three-for-one success then I don't know what is!" Team SKPR celebrated with a round of high-fives.

"What about you guys?" Private asked.

Team RWBY looked dejected.

"It didn't work out the way we wanted." Ruby answered.

"But at least we caught a lot of dangerous people, that's something to be proud of." Blake added.

"Ugh I just want to sleep already!" Yang groaned.

Kowalski yawned. "I concur with that assessment."

The commando sighed. "Oh alright you knuckleheads. Break approved."

Rico instantly turned off, his body collapsing on the floor. Kowalski and Private immediately picked him up and moved him to the seat.

When the Bullhead returned to Beacon, it took all three brothers to carry their brother back to their dorm room. Once they tossed Rico back into his bed, Kowalski and Private collapsed on their beds as well. When the three were fast asleep, Skipper took out his scroll and stared out the window. The campus slowly came to life with the morning. He brought the scroll close to his mouth and clicked the "Record" button.

"Skipper's log. My team and I have accomplished our mission in Vale. Hans is now behind bars, and my name is stricken from the Vacuan criminal records. As much as I desire to celebrate this victory, my deep-seated paranoia tells me that the real struggle is far from over. My head is still filled with questions, such as the identity of the burglar Private and Ruby encountered during the night of the Beacon dance. I fear that a conspiracy may be afoot in Vale. However, I have no leads and therefore I must bolster my vigilance. But for now, my team rests. My gut tells me that this unit will need all the strength it can muster, because if you ask me, this is just the beginning. End log."

A/N: Now I can talk about stuff. First things first, the questions of seeing other Penguins characters. Not every character is going to fit neatly in a crossover, it's why you don't see the lemurs in this fic and never will. Hans is more workable than Blowhole, but that doesn't make the latter completely unfit, just harder to work with. Another reason why I wanted Hans was because the "Skipper Makes Perfect" episode was lacking him, which was odd for me. I chose Burt to be their professional Huntsman for also being workable, and also I don't have to make up an original character for this fic. Technically, Marlene can fit in RWBY, but I don't think she'd be a Huntress. If you ask me what characters could also be Huntsmen (in training or otherwise), my money goes to Kitka, the Amarillo Kid, Doris and Joey.

Edit: By this point the Penguins' semblances have already been determined. Sorry if I haven't been clear on that.

After this I guess I'll just watch Volume 3 and maybe make the sequel fic after it finishes. In the meantime, what do I leave you with? Some SKPR oneshots and drabbles? Sketches of RWBYfied Penguins characters? I don't know.

Anyways, thus ends SKPR's Log, my first ever fanfiction. It was a good run, I'm glad readers have enjoyed it. To be honest, I wrote this because nobody had thought of it and I said to myself "If someone else did it, it probably wouldn't come out as I would've thought it would be." So thank you all! ^_^