A/N: Just a few quick things before we get started, first off I own neither RWBY or Destiny. They are products of their respective companies. Secondly the T rating on this story is subject to change. My writing style when I was writing short stories professionally was very dark, full of cussing and full of explicit violence and sexual content. Third and finally... WOW! I can't thank you guys who have favorited and followed enough. I think I got more emails after the first chapter of this story was published than after the first 3 or four chapters of my other fic. So once again a big thank you! Alright enough dithering about, let us get to what you are all here for. On to the story!

I passed out shortly after the woman removed my helmet. Waking up I appeared to be in some sort of mobile infirmary. Low hanging lights swayed gently with the movements of the large gray tent. Arrayed around me were several other collapsible cots like the one I was laying on along with medical equipment, some of which looked familiar while others were a mystery as to their function. Looking around further revealed I wasn't alone. Stationed near the tent's entrance two human guards stood chatting in hushed voices.

Sitting up caught the leftmost guard's attention and he motioned towards me. The other guard glanced over and leered at me in a rather perverse manner. Confused I looked myself over and instantly saw why. Someone had stripped me of all my gear, leaving me in nothing but the skintight bodysuit I wore under my armor. Blushing I quickly tried to cover myself and looked away. Normally I wasn't shy but I might as well have been naked as the bodysuit left almost nothing to the imagination when it came to my form. The guard who alerted the pervert just sighed in exasperation and smacked his comrade upside the head and fired up his radio.

"Ma'am, our guest is awake," He said still giving the other guard a slightly disgusted look. I missed the response to his announcement as I was too far away. "Understood ma'am. By the by do you think we could spare a jacket for her? She isn't exactly decent... Thank you ma'am, we will see you when you get here."

The two returned to their previous conversation. The perverted one often glanced in my direction though. He snickered at my attempts to cover myself again. This guy was really started to get on my nerves and it was people like him that made guys in general look bad. I didn't dare try anything to get back at him however other than further try to cover up. While I may not have been cuffed I was under guard which meant one thing. Until they decided otherwise I was these people's prisoner.

"Hey sweetheart, why you trying to cover up over there? I was enjoying the show!" I ground my teeth but didn't look up or respond. "Hey don't be like that. When the Specialist is done with you why don't the two of us get to know each other better?"

"Screw you," I muttered.

"Is that an invitation?" He sneered.

I was about to respond when the sound of a sharp crack filled the air. The three of us looked on in shock as ice encased the lower half of his face. Walking into the tent was the woman who took my helmet off in the clearing who had a saber drawn and was glaring daggers at the man.

"That is strike three Jackson," Her voice was as cold as the ice she seemed to wield. "I told you last time that if I ever caught you sexually harassing someone again you were getting punished with more than reassignment and a busted rank. Corporal Steel take Jackson to the prison transport. He will wait there until we can return to Atlas and have a proper military tribunal."

"Yes ma'am!" The first guard said, taking the offenders weapon and slapping a pair of cuffs on him. Once they were gone the woman sighed and relaxed, but only slightly before turning to me with an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry for his behavior. Jackson has been skating by on thin ice for his behavior for a while now," I nodded and she continued. "So, on to business. I am Winter Schnee, Specialist of the Atlas military. And you are?"

"Serenity." I replied simply. I couldn't remember a last name. One of the downsides of being a guardian was that you often couldn't remember anything about your life before you were resurrected by the Traveler's Light.

"No last name?" I shook my head. "Alright then. What academy are you associated with?"

"Academy? Just how young do you think I am?"

"17, maybe 18?"

I sighed and grumbled that I was actually 22. This always happened. Every time I met someone they assumed I was still a teenager. While most would find it flattering I found it annoying. And all just because I was smaller than others my age.

"My apologies. It's just that with your height, and blue dyed hair you looked younger," She said with a faint smirk. "Back on to the topic at hand though. Just who are you affiliated with? With your equipment and skills it all indicates some sort of training."

Now how to respond to this? If what Bell said before we landed was true I doubted the whole "I'm a bad-ass space warrior from another galaxy on the other end of a wormhole" explanation would work. Either they would lock me up for being a nut-job or worse. Not sure what would be worse than that but I'm guessing nothing good. On the other hand I couldn't lie. Not that I didn't want to as it would make this so much easier, but I actually can't. I am a terrible liar.

Looks like a half truth it is then, I thought.

"I am a traveling warrior," I said aloud. "I was kicked out of my... village after a misunderstanding."

"Must have been one hell of a misunderstanding then," The woman said, with a raised brow.

"Someone died." Full truth.

That caught her attention. Her brows nearly disappeared into her hairline before furrowing in a look that I couldn't identify.

"And they blamed you? Why?"

"Because they found my sword at the murder site. To the Vanguard that was the only proof they needed to put me to death." Full truth.

"The sword we found with you in the clearing? If that's true when did you manage to recover it?"

"I recovered it at the murder site," At her continued stare I elaborated further. "Before the Vanguard got there. I was the first to respond to the attack and as such was found with bloody blade in hand and no one else was around so naturally all the blame fell on me."

She leaned forward and fixed me with an intense stare that I met unwavering. In that silent exchange I was hoping that maybe she saw me as who I was. A warrior of honor and not some sort of cold-blooded murderer. I don't really recall how long we stared at each other but when it ended she sighed and leaned away from me.

"I believe you," She said. "I don't know why but I believe you."

"That's a relief. I thought I was gonna get another group of people gunning for me."

She had a faintly amused look as she turned and picked up a bundle of cloth from the floor between us that I had failed to notice and tossed it at me. Unfolding it I found a pair of black cargo pants and a gray jacket.

"Get dressed. After your done my superior officer would like a word. He's hoping you could help us with the reason that we are out for."

Nodding I pulled on the articles of clothing and followed her out into the camp. Looking around I saw more tents like the one I emerged from scattered around a huge clearing that was closed off from the rest of the wilderness around us by a tall temporary fence lined with barbed wire and the faint hum or electricity told me that it was electrified. Guards were constantly patrolling the perimeter.

"Quite the setup you got going here Specialist... You know I never caught your name," I said.

"Schnee. Winter Schnee." She said that like I should recognize the name. Without my personal encyclopedia ,aka Bell, I couldn't just learn the name.

"And just who am I going to be speaking with and about what?"

"General Ironwood, and he and the rest of this task force have been given the mission to find and eliminate the terrorists that attacked and unleashed a horde of Grimm on the citizens of Vale and Beacon Academy. By lethal force if necessary."

"Understood,"

Winter nodded and lifted the flap of a much smaller, but more extravagant tent located at the hart of the camp. Ducking in I made note of all the computer and communications equipment and people operating them. I almost did a double take when I saw some of them had an animal characteristic ranging from tails to ears. As soon as I got in contact with Bell again I was gonna have to ask about animal people. Situated in the middle of the room was a holographic map of the area and bending over it had to be the General that Winter had mentioned earlier.

"Sir, I've brought her like you asked," Winter said with a salute.

"Thank you Winter. I'd like you to stick around for a while, your input may prove useful," He said not lifting his eyes from the map in front of him. When he did look at me I saw the face of a man who had seen the worst of the worst that war had to offer and was under pressure from his superiors to preform well in this terrorist hunting task. "Welcome, I am General James Ironwood. I wish to apologize for your first impression of my men. That is not how I conduct my business but with this threat we had to bring in conscripts that normally don't get through our screening process."

"No problem Sir. Now what can I do to help? I've been out of the loop in regards to society so you may need to fill me in on recent events," I said.

"You are the first person we've met out here and according to recon drones this is the last know location for the White Fang," At my confused look he sighed and continued. "The White Fang are a Faunas civil rights group turned domestic terrorists. As Specialist Schnee may or may not have told you, we have been tasked with bringing them in, dead or alive."

I thought back to my conversations with Bell during landing and before I wandered off trying to remember if she ever mentioned anything about life signs. I recalled her saying to be careful as there were two large groups in the woods that she couldn't detect while we were in high orbit. If these military guys were one group the other must have been the terrorists that they were after. Now if I could figure out which direction I had been taken from the clearing I could point these guys in the right direction and hopefully get out of here. Not that there guys weren't good people and the Specialist was great to look at, I just didn't feel like getting caught up in another war. Turning to Winter I asked wich direction we had left from the clearing.

"East," was her terse reply.

"Then you guys need to head back to that clearing and head directly south from there. Their encampment should be that way."

"Good," Ironwood said with a nod before turning to Winter. "Return her equipment. She'll need it if she is going to show us the way."

"At once Sir," She said and hurried off to get my stuff.

"But..." I started weakly.

Ironwood fixed me with a glare and my mouth dried up. As far as this guy was concerned I could still be a spy and leading his people into a trap. I did not want to be on these people's bad side. Just as he turned away I felt a familiar tingle go down my spine. Bell was back.

So what's happened while I was away?

Oh you know, I said through our connection, Just got roped in to hunting some terrorists, met a cute girl. The usual.

I thought we were the terrorists.

I chuckled darkly and several of the command staff in the tent gave me funny looks. I smiled sheepishly and ducked out of the tent and bumped right into Winter sending her flat on her rear end.

"Sorry," I said offering a hand to her. She brushed away the gesture.

"Go get dressed in the medical tent and meet me back here," She said, throwing me and icy glare as she passed, though I thought I saw a faint blush of embarrassment on her face.

Smooth lady-killer.

"Shut up Bell."

With that I went and got kitted up and rearmed to go hunt a terrorist organization on a planet I had been on for less than twenty-four hours. There was no way that could go wrong.

A/N 2: Hey guys and gals I know I said I was done at the end of the fist author's not but just one more quick thing before y'all go. *Dodges a rotten tomato* I know, I know bad author. I just want to say thanks again for reading and if you could, please leave a review. I love hearing from y'all and any feedback, be it positive or negative, is greatly appreciated. Anywho I will see all you lovely people in the next chapter!