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Sixteen year old Bryce Anderson was bored to tears. He loved his father and all, but he could be so freaking BORING! Bryce groaned as his dad, Zach Anderson, rambled on about dimensional travel. He looked at his dad's brown hair and green eyes and wondered how he could look so much like him, but be so different.

"As you know, our powers over Creation and Destruction energy allow us to control things in the universe slightly, as well as heighten our combat prowess, increasing speed, strength, durability, and motor and cognitive abilities, and even physical manifestations, combat or otherwise. But the most interesting of all is the ability to jump between dimensions."

Bryce stretched out his legs, trying to let out his boredom anyway possible, his average frame and height, him being roughly 5'11, still hitting the desk. Bryce looked at the other students in the classroom. They all looked mildly interested in what his father was talking about. All of them tugged at their royal blue military uniforms, which was just a nice pair of khakis, and button up, long-sleeve shirts. They all were had taken his father's class for 'power control' at a prestigious military school on Septon, Septonian home planet, called Epilarchía Academy.

"The ability to duck in and out between dimensions allows us to dodge attacks we might not be able to normally, no matter the scel. This ability is crucial to many of our fighting styles from Adíkima to Psychí Flow."

Bryce's head fell onto his desk. He'd been given this lecture from his father a million times, so while this may be news to those around him, it was driving him insane. He knew all of this already, and he also knew for fact his father wasn't about to teach a bunch of sophomores and juniors how to use these dimensional portals. He was just going to teach them how to change their powers to fit different dimensions.

"However, sometime you'll get stuck in a dimension you enter. So, to hide what you are, it's often best to change your power to match what is seen as power in that dimension, or hide your power all together. Today, I'll be teaching you how to change your powers to match the worlds you go into."

The class whispered excitedly amongst themselves. This was new idea for most of them, and thought it sounded awesome. To Bryce, it was aggravating. He'd been doing this since he was three. Due to his father's teaching, he was better at manipulating his powers than most soldier on Campus. Even his father could barely outmatch him. He rolled his eyes as his father morphed his power to match that of dimension BL1, more commonly known as Bleach, nicknamed for some reason no one understood, but just let it go. His dad began to coach everyone as they struggled to match their teacher's example, with varying levels of success, but never completely pulling off the trick. Bryce sat there doing nothing, till his father turned to him.

"Bryce, care to participate in the lesson? Just cause you're my son doesn't exempt you from the assignments." Zach scoffed, frustrated at his son's attitude. Bryce merely rolled his eyes, and matched the power of SHinigami's in a brief second. Everyone in the class gasped, while his father sighed.

"Thank you for that, although I would appreciate it if you'd not give me such an attitude as you do what I've asked." Bryce sighed, trying to calm his aggrivated mind. He had a large advantage to most every person on campu, and had been learning to control his abilities from a young age, a luxury most didn't have. He couldn't let that advantage cause him to be rude or abbrassive. His mom would kill him if he did.

"Sorry Dad, I'll pay more attention." Bryce apologized sincerely. Zach smiled and nodded before continuing on with his lesson.

…

After class, Bryce was walking to the cafeteria, as it was lunch time, when he heard someone calling out for him.

"Sigma! SIGMA!" a light-hearted male voice called. Bryce scowled and turned to see a small, blond with teasing brown eyes running towards him, waving. His army uniform was loose and flapped around his arms and legs wildly as he ran.

"Shut it Miles! Quit it with that stupid nickname. I get enough flak from you, Bailey and Natalie, I don't need the whole school joining in." Bryce crossed his arms and glared at the excited blond. Miles didn't react, he was used to the expression.

"Aaw, but it was funny. You can't expect us to not hold it over your head," Miles chirped, throwing his arm over his friend. Bryce just sighed, and rubbed his forehead.

"I quote that stupid Artificial Intelligence one time, and you can't seem to let it go." Bryce mumbled softly, only to hear Miles laugh.

"It was what you quoted and how it made you sound exactly like Sigma. It was too perfect."

"Shut it. I don't want to hear it from you, lover boy, especially when you can't build up the courage to drop the news." This quickly shut Miles up, as he blushed madly.

"Quiet you. If you say anything to Bailey, I swear I'll-"

"You'll do what exactly?" A confident, female voice interrupted Miles. The two turned to see a black-haired girl, roughly five-foot five, two inches taller than Miles, with blue eyes walk towards them. She wore the bottom half of their military uniform, while for a shirt she wore a simple light-green t-shirt, with her military top wrapped around her waist.

"We both know you can't do much to him, and even if you could, I'd get even," the girl smirked before grabbing Bryce's hand. "Besides, I a may need him later."

"I would hope so, otherwise I'd feel very neglected Natalie," Bryce grinned, kissing her cheek. Natalie only rolled her eyes.

"Oh, lord help us, the great Bryce, prodigy of energy manipulation, ever feel neglected." Natalie said, her comment dripping with sarcasm. Bryce winced.

"That's already spread? Geez, I didn't think people could tell rumors so fast."

"What'd you expect. You act bored, annoyed, then easily do what everyone else was struggling to do. That kind of thing attracts attention like moths to flame," Miles added. He had a good point. Those were attention grabbers. Bryce was about to say something in his defense when someone coughed in a means to say 'excuse me.' The three friends looked up to see Bryce's dad standing in front of them.

"I'm sorry Natalie, but I need to steal my son for a couple minutes."

Natalie nodded. "Sure Mr. Anderson." She gave Bryce a quick kiss, and whispered, "good luck," teasingly into his ear before she and Miles continued walking down the hallway, laughing. Bryce looked at his dad questioningly.

"So, what's up? You need me for something?"

"Yes in fact, I do," This surprised Bryce. His dad rarely ever required his help for ANYTHING. But before he could question the previous statement, his dad clarified. "Or rather, I want to help you?"

"What do you mean?" Now Bryce was really confused.

"Well, I know you're frustrated with the pace of the class and what you want to do more. So, I was hoping to start teaching you to jump dimension." Zach explained.

Bryce's heart skipped a beat. "Wait, are you serious?"

Zach only smiled at his son. He could tell he was excited, as anyone would be who was about to learn this particular skill. "One hundred percent."

"Dad," Bryce grinned, "You are amazing."

"It took you this long into your life to realize that? I'm disappointed."

Zach only laughed while Bryce shook his head in annoyance, as they walked down the hallway to Zach's classroom.

…

"Okay, now visualize the portal, just like we first started to teleport, but don't imagine a place," Zach told his son, standing by a computer, watching a list of nearby rifts dimensions run across the screen. They all were relatively safe, and easy to pull out of. Each dimension had a resistance to them when people tried to exit the, unless it was your home dimension. It was like diving into water with a weight on your back. It was easy going in, but harder to come back out, as the weight would limit your movement. These open dimensions had openings between the fabric of reality, making them relatively easy to go in and out of, with very little weight behind exiting.

"Okay, I think I got it," Bryce said. Zach nodded. Knowing his son, he probably did have it, unlike most naive students in his classes. But then again, he'd been learning how to use his powers since a very young age, compared to where most kids had started learning three or four years ago.

"Good, not exert Creation energy to make it, but sprinkle Destruction energy around the edges."

Bryce nodded, then did as his father asked. The idea was simple, and Bryce understood why. The little bit of destruction energy would destroy a hole large enough to traverse to the dimension, while the creation energy created a pathway or pipeline leading to the planned dimension, rather than just landing anywhere, or worse landing nowhere at all. Second after attempting to do so, a blue, vortex like hole with black near the edges appeared in front of Bryce. He smiled and looked down at his sword, Alpha, attached to his waist, just in case something went wrong. He really hoped this wouldn't be like his first teleportation alone, as it was embarrassing and he didn't think he could live through his parents teasing a second time. The sword may have seemed excessive, but you could never be too sure in the world they lived in.

"Nicely done, now open your mind, and try to find a sound, with your powers and your soul, not with your ears, that you feel comfortable with."

Bryce grunted, then sent out what he'd termed, 'Sensory energy,' which was perceptive creation energy, to listen for the sound. He tried to find one that he felt comfortable with, as his father had suggested. He looked for a full ten minutes yielded no success. He growled in frustration.

Zach had expected this. It took almost an hour on average, and it was common to lose patience multiple times before finding a dimension you could instinctively jump to in times of need. Zach was about to call out to Bryce to keep trying when the computer began to flash red, in warning. Zach looked down in worry to see a problem. On the list, one of the unentered dimension that had yet to be scouted appeared. It's exit weight was the second highest ever recorded, far too heavy for most people to draw out of. But it was always closed off, and never drew close enough to be touched by their powers. Unless…

"Bryce, stop sensing for the sound! Your probing with Omni!"

While Bryce and Zach's species, often only could connect to Creation and/or Destruction energy, the Anderson's contained a rare gene that allowed them to connect to a third source of power. The universal energy, which was used to build, enhance, change, deconstruct, or destroy everything in existence, unlike the smaller and less potent energies most people knew about. This energy was five to ten times as effective as both Creation and Destruction energy combined. With it, any who controlled it could affect things at a larger range more potently, and quickly than others. This also meant that it brought on bigger consequences.

By the time Bryce's father had called out for him to stop, it was too late, he'd found one that seemed calming, it's energetic sound appealing. When Bryce realized what his father had said, his concentration broke, finally understanding what he'd said.

"Wait, what?"

With that, everything around Bryce popped. If you lose focus on a portal of any kind, especially one with Omni-energy within it, bad things happen. Often, the portal would suck in all close objects then close. Once Bryce's concentration fell from the portal to his father, he was immediately picked up and sucked into the small vortex.

"Oh, shi-" Bryce started, only to be cut off as the portal closed behind him. Zach immediately sent out probes of his own and looked on the computer for any sign of the dimension labeled RWBY, but it was gone.

"Dang it," The worried father cursed, "how am I going to explain this to his mother?"

…

Emerald Forest, Remnant

(All unknown to Bryce)

"Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiittttttttttttt!" Bryce cried as he flew through a swirling dark purple and black vortex. Once he exited the dimensional path, he was in the air, hurdling fast towards a forest.

"Oh crap, not landing in those," Bryce yelped, as he narrowly avoided hitting a large tree. Using his Creation energy, he hardened the air underneath him to a level that he could stop on top of like a platform. A useful trick his dad had taught him when he was eight years old. Granted, his father had proceeded to throw him off a cliff to speed up the learning process, but still, it was useful.

"Phew, that was close," Bryce sighed. He looked around, trying to figure out where he was, but it didn't look like any of the known dimensions he was taught about. Bryce shrugged before remembering what his father had told him.

"Before you go trying to break out of this dimension, I would like to bring something you should know to your attention." A voice spoke in his head. Bryce sighed.

"What is it Alpha?" Alpha, his sword, not only was a great tool for combat, but also doubled as a companion for survival, as he was a highly advanced, wise mentor. He often noticed things Bryce missed, and due to his advanced teched out sensors that his father had spent a fortune on, he found things and understood them long before Bryce realized there was something to observe.

"This world was on the red list. It would seem we can not currently leave this place till you replenish you Omni-reserves. The weight is too great for you to escape on your own with Creation and Destruction energy."

"Pffft, please, as if a measly dimensional jump could cause me to lose most of my Omni reserves. They may be small right now, but they're not that small." Bryce laughed, and tried to imbue a portal with Omni energy to come forth, working on the idea that it would be similar to that of creating the first dimensional portal, but nothing happened. He tried again, but he felt no rush of power through his veins. Trying again with Creation and Destruction, Bryce stood dumbstruck as nothing happened.

"So… I'm stuck here." Bryce groaned.

"So it would seem. I tried to tell you earlier, but you ignored my observation."

"Yes, and I"m sorry. If we're stuck here though, it'd be best to find a place we could lie low and wait to restore the lost energy. First order of business is figuring out what their version of power is, then converting our power to it," Bryce muttered to himself. He gripped Alpha nervously. "Any ideas?"

"Well, there are roughly eight beings that I can identify as intelligent and humanoid to the north, near that cliff," Alpha responded. Bryce really hoped he didn't look crazy talking to the air, as Alpha could only be heard in his head, via the chip implanted near his brain. He prayed no one was watching this, or heaven forbid recording this. Not only would he be under serious suspicion, but he'd also be thought of as crazy for talking to the sky while standing in the air.

"Good to know. Think you can emulate their power so I can match it?"

"Give me a moment," Alpha hummed with power for a second before the small amount of Creation energy he emitted changed to something else entirely, presumably similar to the eight people just ahead of them. "This should be an accurate representation. I suggest changing most of your power to this, while leaving the amount you use to physically enhance your body intact."

"Good idea, Alpha," Bryce nodded. He proceeded to take up Alpha's suggestion, before continuing on. "Now then, I'll go over there and say hi, figure out what this world is, then try to build up enough Omni-energy to get out of here. With how much I seemed to have depleted, it'll be a long time before I replenish my tank anywhere enough to even possibly punch through this pocket."

"Fair point," Alpha acknowledged the intelligence behind the plan. And with that, Bryce dashed off towards the eight people, over several black, large, menacing creature, but ignored them for the most dropped down fifty feet out from the sky to the forest line below to observe the eight unknowns in front of him. To his surprise, they were all teenagers, and split into two groups of four, fighting off two very large, angry black creatures. One was bird like, attacking four girls nearest to the cliff, while a scorpion-like monstrosity battled two boys and girls. Since those four were close enough, he observed them, trying to burn them into his memory, as he figured it'd be useful later. The first young man was in white armor, with a black hoodie, wielding a sword and shield, mainly playing defense against the large creature. He had blond hair, and looked like he was mainly directing the other three. The other boy looked older, with black hair, with a pink streak and pink eyes. He wore a green tailcoat and white pants, with pink arm band that went up to his elbows, from his hands. He wielded two green, machine pistols that had blades attached to them, and was jumping around the creature quickly, shooting it as much as he could to gain its attention.. The girl that stood next to him was smiling, her orange hair whipping around like crazy, with a gray shirt and pink skirt, swinging around a large hammer, smashing down the claws before they hit anyone. The last girl jumped around, flying smoothly between the monsters attacks, her red hair, tied up in a ponytail, flinging around, hiting it's claws with a spear, blocking its tail with her shield. She wore a feminine, red breastplate, a spartan's skirt, and red gloves.

"Just a heads up, these creatures the adolescents before us appear to be fighting are inherently soulless. I sense no Soulspark within them." Alpha informed Bryce. The teen shivered.

"Nekróspsychí?" He asked tentatively.

"No, they are too instinctual, like animals, and considerably weaker. THey don't appear to be very intelligent."

Bryce let out a sigh of relief. The Nekróspsychí terrified him. They mode monsters from horror films look like child's play. It was a relief to know these things, soulless as they were, weren't Nekróspsychí. Bryce locked at the two creature before saying, "Fifteen percent?"

"Eighteen should cut it out by a safe morning. Just don't fly or use any flashy attacks until we know much we can get away with."

Bryce nodded. "Fair enough," he said, before diving out of the tree and running towards the first black, scorpion monster. As he got closer, one of the young men fighting the monster saw him approaching, and yelled at him.

"Hey, get out of here! This thing's dangerous!" Bryce only smiled at that.

"Why do you think I'm attacking it?" He called back before grabbing the creature's tail with both hands, and flipped it over his shoulder. It screamed in pain and frustration as it hit the ground. The blond boy just stared in shock, while the other three stopped their attacks and just raised their eyebrows in surprise at the turn in events. Before the creature could even attempt to right itself, Bryce jumped onto its underbelly and cut right through the creature, cutting the creature nearly in half.

"Okay, maybe I need to limit myself a wee bit more," Bryce said aloud, as now everyone was blown away at what he'd done. This was going to be hard to explain in the future, but, that didn't matter, he just needed to take these things out.

As soon as the creature began to dissipate into mist, Bryce ran off towards the other four people on the other side of the bridge, fighting the bird thing. As he ran fast the four who had been fighting the scorpion, three of them looked at him in awe, while the orange haired, hammer wielding girl stared at him with stars in her eyes.

"There's proof that you went a bit too far." Alpha said, and Bryce only shook his head as he began to get ready to climb up and fight the creature. Bryce shot ALpha's plade like a grappling hook, which it partly was into the rock face. The sword broke into eight smaller blades, all connected to a metal wire, the tip of the blade separating into four hooks. Bryce pressed a button on the handle of the blade, and the line reeled him in, forcing him to come into contact with the cliff face. Before he could continue to try and go up the cliff face, a large thing fell past his back. Turning his head to see what it was, Bryce caught a glimpse of the creature falling into the crevice below them, headless. Obviously, the other four girls had succeeded in their attack, which impressed Bryce a little bit. Bryce jumped of the rocks after pressing another button to release the hooks from the cliff face, then shot it again into the top of the cliff. As soon as the hooks gripped the top, the tether pulled Bryce back up again, launching him past the edge and up to the ground above. He flipped multiple times, mainly for style points and because it was fun, and landed on the ground. Getting his bearing quickly, Bryce spotted four inquisitive girls looking at him as if he was crazy, which he didn't blame them for.

One girl, who looked younger than the rest of them, stood next to the creature's head, with a trail of smeared blood leading up to the severed body part. She held a hugely oversized scythe, which was stuck into the ground in one hand. She had short black hair that was tinted red at the edges and silver eyes, which Bryce found interesting, as that was a rare trait, even where he came from. She wore a red cloak on top of a black blouse with a high collar and a black skirt, with black leggings and combat boots. All of her clothes had red trims at the edges. Just a couple feet behind her stood the other three girls. The first to left was a blonde with long hair and purple eyes, and for some reason, aviator glasses. She wore a yellow crop top underneath a brown, leather jacket, paired with black mini shorts, underneath a brown belt that matched her jacket, along with leather, knee-high boots. On her arms were yellow gauntlets that looked like they had shotgun shells in them. She seemed to be smirking at him like he'd caught her attention. The third girl stared at him in disgust as if he were causing a problem. She had 'perfect' white hair pulled back into a ponytail, and blue eyes. She wore a pristine, white dress, and held what seemed like a fencing saber with what seemed to be a revolving chamber above the guard that had vials of some different colored substance. She seemed like a noble and it already ticked Bryce off, as he REALLY didn't like nobles. Beside the noble girl stood a girl with black hair that had a black bow in it, and yellow eyes, similar to a cat's, which already was raising flags in his head. She wore a black vest over a white sleeveless crop undershirt. She had one hand placed on her side, on top of a pair of white shorts, connected to white leggings. In her other hand, she held a sword with a bladed sheath, that looked like it had a pistol for a handle.

"Uh… hi," Bryce said, awkwardly. He really was unsure what to say in this setting without saying something stupid to give himself away too much. He honestly didn't even know if they understood Koinós, despite it being the most common language among the dimensions, for some odd reason he didn't quite understand.

The younger girl in the red hood responded quickly, and not just in how fast she responded, but how fast she talked and zoomed around him as she ranted. "That. Was. AWESOME! You just jumped over the bridge like it was nothing, then shot your sword out and then you were like WHOOSH, then jumped off the wall, barely missing that Nevermore, and you were like VOOSH, and just shot up here and flipped like 'yeah, i do that everyday.' You gotta teach me how to do that." Realizing she was rambling, she blushed and rubbed the back of her head.

"Oh, sorry about that. I haven't even introduced myself. I'm Ruby Rose! What's your name?"

Bryce looked nervously between the four people in front of him, three of which had questioningly raised their eyebrows in his direction. Bryce smiled, hoping it looked convincing, he really couldn't tell.

"Um, I'm Bryce Anderson. Nice to meet you Ruby."