So, here's the rewrite of my other story. It's going to be different, certain things will be reworked due to the Volume 3 ending. I hope you guys enjoy this one as much as the other one.

Transformers Prime belongs to Hasbro.

RWBY belongs to Roosterteeth.

Machines hummed throughout a large warehouse. Jack, Miko, and Raf sat handcuffed in the middle of a spotlight in the center of the warehouse, handcuffs wrapped in a way that wove them together. On one end of the warehouse several MECH soldiers stood at their stations in front of a large monitoring a large computer screen displaying the surrounding Nevada desert in shades of blue, with five glowing red dots closing in from the northwest.

"It won't be long now," Silas Bishop, the sinister, scar faced MECH leader coldly taunted the children. The bone chilling smirk made his scars stretch strangely. "Once the Autobots attempt their futile rescue, it will be too easy to overpower them."

Electricity lit up all around the kids as guards that stood at intervals around the interior charged electricity blasters. The electricity crackled and arched, making the kids' hair stand on end.

"Jack," Miko whispered. "What do we do!?"

Jack frowned, nose scrunching lightly and eyes squinting as he struggled to think of a plan.

"I...I don't know..." Jack said finally. "Let's hope the Bots can outwit them."

Miles away, a lone figure walked towards the edge of a large mesa. The full moon illuminated the bright red of the figure's cloak. The hood obscured the person's face, and the cloak covered their body completely. The torn edges ghosted over the desert dirt. A supernatural wind carried a storm of red rose petals into the wind. A silver rose pin proudly gleamed on the left side of the cape.

A distant roar made the figure look to the northwest, seeing the distant headlights of five vehicles powering toward the equally distant warehouse. The figure huffed and shrugged the cloak to the side, pulling a device from their back. The device elongated and unfolded until a seven foot tall scythe reflected the bright moonlight. The storm of rose petals became more dense as the figure jumped twelve feet into the air in a corkscrew and became a blur as they sped toward the warehouse far faster than the five vehicles could ever dream of achieving.

Within seconds the scythe wielder appeared at the warehouse, sliver eyes widened under the red fabric at the sight of the three hostages in the center of the warehouse. The figure growled and vanished again, reappearing silently inside the warehouse's shadows.

A guard standing nearby noticed the drifting red petals and spun sharply to face the red cloaked figure. Within a split second, the cloaked woman had swung the butt end of the weapon into the guard's head sending him flying into another guard, who dropped his weapon with a loud bang. The silence seemed to deepen even more before Silas' steel voice sliced through it like a knife.

"Who's there?"

The figure growled at the sound of Silas' voice, chambering a round in the rifle portion of the scythe. With another burst of rose petals, the reaper sped around the warehouse, knocking out any guard and destroying any equipment open to destruction. From the center of the warehouse, the kids watched the reaper speed around, blade glinting in the fluorescent lights above.

"What's that?" Raf wondered. Their presumed savior was moving almost to fast for his eyes to catch, especially with his poor eyesight.

"Too small to be one of the Bots," Jack stated. "And none of them are red and send whatever these are everywhere."

One of the rose petals landed on his bangs and dangled in front of his eyes. He squinted at it, feeling something familiar in his gut. Like he'd seen a similar display before. Before he could dwell on it any further, the rose petal faded until it was like it was never there at all.

"I bet one of the guards got a hold of a Ouija board," Miko snickered. "Summoned something they shouldn't've."

"Miko there's no such thing as spirits or ghosts," Raf frowned. "Those are just fiction."

"So?" Miko retorted. "Ever seen a ghost?"

"Miko," Jack warned. The blur of red suddenly encircled them, spinning around them in a tornado that made them rise off the ground. In a quick slice, the cuffs' broken chain links fell to the ground as the blur suddenly stopped between them and a thoroughly angered Silas. Raf whimpered and slid slightly behind Jack at the sight of a weapon almost twice his height; meanwhile Miko was practically vibrating in place at the same sight. Their savior's cloak billowed to a supernatural wind, allowing the rest of the figure to be seen in full view.

She was a full grown woman, wearing a white blouse with puffy sleeves and brown leather straps, a black skirt, a black and red corset, a black belt bordered in red, black leggings with an image of a long stem rose, and black boots with red soles and four silver buckles each. The hood remained up, obscuring her face, but the strange rose pin reflected a little of her pale skin. A small part of hair fell from her right side, starting black and ending red.

"Who are you?" Silas demanded, fire in his eyes. The Red Woman didn't say anything in response, opting instead to chamber another round in the rifle and pointing it at the taller man. Silas' face warped in rage. He pulled his own energy blaster from behind his back and charged it with one swift motion. "Tell me now and you might live."

The woman didn't reply. In a spit second she was behind him, the curve of the scythe's blade against his neck. The kids jumped back, with Jack shielding the Miko and Raf behind him. The woman leaned in and whispered in a deadly tone in Silas' ear.

"One wrong move and your head will be wrenched from your body before you can say 'death.'" Silas' eyes narrowed as she spoke. He recognized her voice.

"You wouldn't dare," Silas spat. He leveled the blaster to her head. Red Cloak didn't flinch. She planted a boot on his back, pushing him even closer to the blade.

"I don't care what monsters like you think I would do or wouldn't do," She whispered.

Jack squinted, straining to hear. He knew she was speaking, but couldn't make out her voice. Five sets of headlights lit up the back wall of the warehouse as the Autobots pulled up. All five transformed and the hum of weapons filled the air.

"Children," Optimus addressed them. "Stand back."

The trio turned and ran out of the warehouse, ducking behind the doors. Silas growled and turned the gun on the fleeing children. Red Cloak's eyes widened and then morphed into anger. She fired a shot and used the recoil to nail Silas in the head, sending him crashing into a stack of crates, which splintered and tumbled onto him.

The bots' optics widened as Red Cloak chambered another round, ready to fire should Silas try to attack.

"Who's she?" Bulkhead asked the children. Red Cloak heard Jack say something in reply but ignored it, favoring scanning the area for Silas in case he snuck around to attack her from behind. She spun around, looking over the destroyed machinery.

"Whoever she is," Arcee stated. "I don't trust her. No human just runs around with a weapon. Especially one like that."

Red Cloak again ignored the comment, finding an interest in a glowing piece of white crystal laying in a container on the computer's console.

"She does not appear to be a threat to us," Optimus observed. Red Cloak finally acknowledged them by spinning to face them and speeding over to the door. The Bots jumped back in surprise, but didn't fire their weapons. Optimus knelt down to the woman's level. "I must thank you, Mysterious Red Woman, for saving our human charges."

Red Cloak curtsied, much to the confusion of the Bots, who didn't know what a curtsey was. She collapsed her scythe back into it's compact form and stowed it behind her back before vanishing in a flurry of rose petals.

Red Cloak watched from behind a mesa as Team Prime pulled into their base, children in tow. As the door closed, she pulled down her hood. At her waist, her Scroll went off. She expanded the device and put it to her ear.

"Ruby," A confident female said. "We saw you leave your house in a hurry. Everything alright?"

"No," Ruby said. "I found an evil man holding three kids hostage. That's not the worst part though."

"Then what is it?"

"He had a piece of Dust with him. And not a naturally forming one either," Ruby said. She pulled the Ice Dust from the pack on her back. "It's a piece of Ice Dust the length of my hand, if not slightly bigger."

"Dust is rare in these parts altogether," The female on the other end thought aloud. "Whoever the man was, he must be either getting shipments from someone in Remnant or..."

"Or he's figured out how to manufacture Dust," Ruby finished. "Coco, this is bad. The man is a terrorist. He believes in a new world order achieved through the use of the most advanced technology. If he has Dust..."

"Then who knows what he has planned."

Hey...sorry about the wait. If you liked this new version, leave a review. Unfortunately, the previous version got to chaotic and I didn't like how it was going (esp. with Volume 3's ending).

Thanks for the support.