RWBY: Destiny

She's an assassin, known only by the name of Black Cat, and by her intense hatred of the rebel group White Fang.

She's a wandering adventurer, with a knack for blowing up things and getting into trouble.

She's a huntress, the last of her kind, that's in charge of protecting people from the monsters of the night.

She's a ruthless princess that won't stop until she gets what she wants even if she has to destroy half the world to get it.

These four girls, so different from one another, and with such different lives, will have their paths intertwine with one another due to an uncontrollable event. But with such explosive and dangerous personalities, will they survive the fated meeting?

A dark cavern, lit only by flickering torchlight, illuminated the hooded figures that dwelled in it, waiting for the meeting to start. They sat at an earthen table, drab brown hoods over their faces, hands crossed obediently on the table as they waited. One of them had slight jitters going through his body, small cackles escaping his lips ever so often. He was impatient to begin but a single hooded look from the figure at the head of the table stilled his motions. Even though he couldn't see her eyes she terrified him as she did all people who came across her.

A click clack of heels and the thud of several pairs of heavy boots announced the arrival of five more hooded members into the main hall of the cavern. They took the seats that were empty, on the very end of the table. The leader of the five newcomers sat directly across from the leader of the meeting, her head bowed in penance.

"You're late," the harsh clipped voice stated and the newcomer's all bowed their heads. "It almost seems like you do not take this seriously."

"Apologizes grand master," the other leader said, her voice holding a tremor of fear in it. "There was a slight hold up that I needed to take care of. But you have my word and my soul that I am very serious about this task."

The grand master got up from her seat, the chair scrapping loudly on the stone floor as the torchlight flickered harshly, almost completely extinguishing under her terrifying aura. "Don't let it happen again." Was the final decision and every single one of the newcomers let out a breath of relief. The grand master took to pacing the cavern, hooded heads following her as she spoke. "The time is almost nigh for us to strike. All the chess pieces are in place, we merely need to move them. The world will never see us coming, and soon we shall rule it, as it is our right to do so." The grand master clenched her hand in emphasis.

"What about the prophecy?" spoke up the jittery hooded man. His leg had began to jiggle again and he forgot to control it. "Will that hold us back as it did so many times before?"

The grand master closed her eyes under her hood, her mind sinking into the past momentarily. People before her had failed countless times and no doubt most of those seated today here had worked for those masters before they had fallen to the forces of good. But she would be different. She would succeed where they had failed.

"Ah, yes the prophecy," she breathed out, coming to a stop in her pacing as she began to recite the words that haunted her every waking and unconscious moment. " 'Those chosen by the Grimm shall rise to the call of sin. They fight to bring about the end by darkest of hand. But there will be four, those who will stop the Grimm's chosen in an almighty war. And no matter the power the evil will amass they will always lose to one of ice and royalty from Atlas. They will squander their luck to the one who is in the night and blood stuck. They will face the past to the one who is the last of the last and be on the run, from the one who is more fierce than the sun.' " The grand master finished, shivers running down the backs of her servants. The prophecy always stood in their way of evil conquests. Even though it was intangible for now, soon it would manifest and bring down four warriors as it always did to thwart their goals.

"This prophecy has changed throughout the years, each Fall maiden pronouncing a different and more dire utterance upon the changing of the power from one Grimm chosen to another." The grand master had been Grimm chosen herself after a gap of more than ten years since the last one ruled, only two years of leadership under her belt. Yet she aspired for more than the others ever had.

The Grimm's dark desire's and wishes ran through her veins and her head and heart and she would do whatever she could to fulfill them if only she could have some peace from being their servant. They called about the end of the world, saying that would be the only thing that would sate their hunger. And she would serve it to them on a platter. "But this is the year where I shall prove that prophecy false. The prophecy only works if the four are able to meet. If one of them is prematurely plucked free from life," grand master mimed plucking a flower free before throwing it onto the floor. "Then our victory is guaranteed. But who are the people in the prophecy? I've taken it apart, one clue at a time and was able to decipher who one of them was. Why, the one who is of ice and royalty from Atlas is no other than someone from the Schnee family."

The jittery hooded man let out a wild laugh at that, nearly bending over on himself as he tried to contain his glee. "Of course, why did none of us see this before. You truly are a marvel my grand master! What will we do with them, now? Can I kill them? Can I?"

"While your enthusiasm is endearing you will not have a hand in this. The plans have already been handed over to someone else, someone whose skill set caters more to inside sabotage."

The jittery man's enthusiasm fell at that but he was soon cackling again when he realized that either way the one would be captured and killed.

"Grand master," spoke up a big man, who towered over others even when seated. "If I am not mistaken there are only two remaining Schnee members left. Winter, the older sister and current queen of Atlas, and her younger sister Weiss. Which one of them is it?"

"I was stumped by that conundrum as well. But in the end I figured capturing one instead of both would be easier and less likely to lead to us. And if one of them fails to be the one from the prophecy then we have someone on the inside who can always kill the other discreetly." This was said with a glance cast at the leader of the newcomers, who stared back at the grand master, her determination not unwavering.

Everyone at the table let the information sink in. Hope rose in their chests. Soon victory would be theirs and they would no longer have to hide in caves and tunnels like dirty rats. Soon they would walk the streets they owned. The single laughing man's chuckles escalated until they rang around the cave. The torches extinguished one by one and the meeting was adjourned.

Weiss Schnee was always careful. She had to be, given her line of work and who she was. She was the second child of King Schnee and soon to be partial heir of Schnee Dust Company, the biggest corporation in the world. There was a branch in every city, every town, and even in those hard to reach places the company still was known, the conglomerates name on every person's tongue. The Dust Company sold, mined and manufactured dust, having bought out or crushed every other competitor in the market. With such a monopoly on an important object it wasn't hard to find oneself with too many enemies to count: those who were jealous of the families power, or those that reviled their destructive business methods, the list of reasons to be hated dragged on and on. For the Dust Company did not care for its opponents; if you did not join then you were crushed viciously. And having a monopoly in dust, the object that helped sustain people in this world, did not sustain the Schnee's hunger for conquest. Already the company was expanding into any other possible categories. You wanted food? Well Schnee Friendly Foods Enterprises was there for that. You wanted beauty products? Well Schnee's Beauty Bounty Incorporated was there. Books? Entertainment? Toys? It was all slowly being owned by the company as they claimed their stake in the business world.

So yes, Weiss had to be careful. Not only in the way she structured business deals before crushing her opponents in new and creative ways, but also against people that would possibly want to kill her. And there was a lot of them. She spent an enormous amount of money on security. State of the art camera's, alarm systems, heat sensor devices, lasers, guard dogs, guards that were trained in military combat, the military itself, along with an array of highly advanced weapons for her workers and bullet proof everything. This included her windows, cars, clothes and of course hairspray. Which a variation of could now be found in Schnee's Battle Ready Huntress' for 29.99. She always made sure that she knew the ins and outs of her security team. They all had background checks done and were all tested and tested over again to ensure they could handle everything and anything. From a tiny rat to a full scale invasion. Weiss kept tabs on her team and rotated the positions and traps that had been set so that her enemies could never be sure what they could expect. Yes, Weiss was careful, but not everyone that worked for her was.

And that was how they had kidnapped her elder sister, Winter. Winter was the current head of the conglomerate and she was often called the Evil Queen due to the way she tyrannically ruled the markets. If people complained about Weiss being ruthless and calculated in the boardroom, Winter was double that. She absolutely felt no pity from ruining countless people's lives as her company bought land, forcing families off of it as she reshaped the landscape to her liking. And the way she treated Faunus was equally bad. She used them in her mines, and in other jobs that simply had horrid conditions. She treated them as if they were barely human. Weiss did not agree in this particular treatment, but business was business. Although this probably explained why the group White Fang was after them.

White Fang was a rebellion group, with the goal of revolution in order to change the treatment of Faunus by humans. They often took Winter's crimes against these Faunus as examples to rile others of their species into action. And it was working well. Many Faunus had already revolted and attacked other workers of the Schnee corporation as well as the stores. This caused a lot of money in damages, and in expanses paid to the military to stop these revolts. So of course it made sense that White Fang would eventually target the heads of the company after bidding their time and working up the resources for it. Weiss knew this would happen and so she had handpicked all the security and personally saw to the installation of all the traps and bullet proof items. But still, someone on her team had been careless and this was all that was needed for the White Fang to kidnap Winter.

It was absolute chaos when the White Fang bandits had made their way into the mansion belonging to the two sisters. Weiss had been in her study enjoying her tea and reading a particularly interesting journal about Keynesian economics when all the lights went off in the house and metal grates went over all the windows. Weiss sat in the sudden darkness, momentarily surprised, before she put all her objects aside and strode cautiously to the door. She put her ear to the door.

Silence.

This was odd.

Usually she would have been alerted ahead of time if there was going to be an attempt to breach the house or if there was going to be a practice drill. Frowning, she cracked open the door. In the darkness of the hallway the dull gleam of the various suits of armor lining the hall greeted her but that was it. There was no shouting, no running around of people. Was it a malfunction? The system had just recently been checked. No, it was too quiet.

Something was wrong.

She reached for her weapon, which she kept by her side, a sense of security flooding her. Even if enemies had made it into her house she was still trained in combat. She had attended Beacon Academy, a place for aspiring hunters and prodigious huntresses, after all, and graduated with honors. She was no slouch in a fight. Her sister too, had trained in Beacon Academy and was even better than Weiss in her skills.

Weiss crept down the hallways, one hand on her weapons hilt and the other holding her phone. "Weston, Weston, can you read me?" she whispered into her phone but all she heard was static. Why could she not get in contact with the head of her security team? She had to go find her sister who she knew was upstairs finishing up a business proposal. She tried calling two other squadron leaders on her phone, but was meet with failure yet again. Gritting her teeth in frustration she hid her phone away after silencing it. She didn't want loud noises attracting her enemies to her. She made her way to the large staircase that led upstairs, casting furtive glances here and there, her body held in a sneaky crouch. She was at a disadvantage because she couldn't see in the dark but if she used her flashlight she would be spotted more easily. But it seemed that no one was here. Had every one evacuated the building? But no, they couldn't. It was on lock down after all. Nothing could get in or out.

She had just put her foot down on the first step when suddenly loud sirens blared, making her jump out of her skin. They rang loudly, rattling the inside of her head as a voice screamed over the loud speaker. " There has been a breach...White Fang is here... communications cut off... their jamming our ability to correspond with each other...please everyone remain in the rooms. Enemy seems to be unarmed...but we don't know how many there are...all units report to duty. Please all units report. Someone respond-" There was a high pitched cry before the man's voice was cut off. Weiss gulped loudly. That was Weston. And from the sounds of it something had meet him. Weiss made her way up the stairs now with purpose, her heart beating rapidly. The white Fang were here. That was bad, very bad. She had to get her sister and they had to get out of here.

She pulled out her phone and called her. The emergency red lights were on, throwing the whole house into chaos, only made worse by the sirens and the buzz of the loud speaker which had not been turned off. The phone call didn't go through and Weiss cursed her luck. What had Weston said-that the communications were cut off or something? Did White Fang somehow manage to disable a state of the art system? Impossible! They didn't have the resources for it.

Weiss had made it up the stairs and down the hall at this point when she ran into a butler. "My lady, come with me. You mustn't be out of the room." He gestured wildly to her.

Weiss frowned. It was too dark to make out his face and she wasn't sure if he was not a spy. "Where are the other butlers and maids?" she inquired, voice calm despite the unease in her.

"They are all in the kitchens. A handful of us has been running around and checking that you and Winter are okay."

Weiss's grip on her weapon tightened, unsure what decision to take. She was just about to ask him another question when a loud explosion tore through the mansion. Walls and the ground shook from the impact as the whole front of the place was torn down in one fell swoop. Weiss fell to the ground from the shock wave, her weapon skidding away from her as she held onto the ground until the wave subsided. Her ears rang in protest to being subjected to such a loud noise and as she got up, dusting off her dress she could hear faint noises of gunfire and screaming. So now the enemy had brought out their cavalry. And among the din she could hear Winter's voice shouting out commands. "Squad one hold them off with squad two. Squad three report to west wing. Squad four search the mansion for my sister. Make sure she is safe."

It looked like her sister was safe. She'd just have to get to her. She was on her way to pick up her weapon when she felt a burst of cold air and someone grabbed her by the back of the collar. Ah, that's right. She had momentarily forgotten about the butler. She scolded herself for this lapse in memory as he threw her down the stairs with ease. She let herself go limp as a rag doll to avoid serious injuries, letting the cold marble stair edges bruise and bite her. Once she landed with a thud on the final step she sprung up ready to summon a glyph when the butler slid down the banister on his feet and then jumped off near the end propelling his nice leather shoes right into her face. She tumbled backwards head over heel, an angry cry coming from her lips. Her nose had most certainly been broken and blood streamed from her nose in rivulets, staining the front of her snow white dress.

"You-" she mumbled out coming to her feet, wiping the blood away. She steadied her hands, ready to send out a burst of glyphs but the butler just smiled and threw a smoke bomb at her. Coughing heavily, she tried to wave the smoke away and circled, making sure she had a watch on all sides of her so that he couldn't surprise her. But her eyes were growing heavy and with another sigh she realized that she had miscalculated. This was sleeping dust infused smoke. A barely out of testing item of the Schnee corporation. How had the White Fang gotten their hands on it? Cursing herself for her other lapse in carefulness she let out a sigh and fainted into the waiting hands of the butler.

A thrumming noise filled Weiss's head as she slowly regained her consciousness. Her head was griped in a splitting headache and her mouth felt parched and dry. She pried open her eyes, almost instantly regretting her decision as bright slants of light relentlessly stabbed her eye balls until they formed tears. There was a green army coat covering her and she was laying down on a lumpy couch that did nothing to soothe her bruises, her nose throbbing the most out of all of the injuries she had sustained. She sat up with a groan, clutching her head and the thrumming increased. Only when she gave her surroundings a quick survey did she realize that the noise was coming from outside her head, not in it. She was on a flight ship. But heading where? Would she have to fight her way out? She needed to make a plan.

She scooted over on the couch closer to the window where she could make out that they were flying over green fields dotted with the occasional house or two. Several other flight ships were around her in a protective formation. She recognized them as Atlas' army ships and a bolt of relief went through her. The army had arrived to save her. Had it been Ironwood's forces? Just as she thought his name the door to her small cabin slid open and a man walked in.

"Good to see you awake, Princess Snow White."

Weiss turned her head to see her guest, a hulking man with black hair. "General Ironwood." She greeted with a curt nod of her head. He was the general of Atlas's military force. They had known each other for a long time as he had worked with her parents before they expired and now he worked for her and for her sister. His pet name for her was Snow White as her white hair reminded him of the famous princess from decades ago, despite the two not sharing appearances or personalities for that matter.

"I'd prefer it if you'd drop the princess title," Weiss stated as she got up off the couch and handed the army jacket on her to him. He took it and folded it over his arm, a grin on his roguish face. "I see you still insist on not using your official title. Whether you like it or not you are royalty, Weiss. And not just in business. I still don't understand why you would give away a royal title like that."

Weiss waved a hand dismissively. He could try all he wanted but he was not getting an answer out of her for this topic. She had sworn that she wanted to earn her title. That she would only wear it once she had inherited her parents money and set off to build a business empire of her own. Until then she would just be referred to as Weiss.

"Anyways, I want to know how I ended up on one of Atlas's army ships. Was the enemy apprehended?"

Ironwood frowned, unsure of his next words. He truly did not want to tell the princess but he knew she would not be satisfied if he only told her roundabout things.

"Winter has been captured," he said with a depressed sigh, deciding it was best to get straight to the point.

Weiss clenched her fists, her heart stopping momentarily on those words. "How? Give me the full details."

Ironwood sighed again and pinched the bridge of his nose, looking away from Weiss momentarily. "The enemy must have had an inside resource. A very clever and useful resource. They managed to jam communications in your place, take down most of your highly secretive system, and had weapons that were clearly manufactured by the Schnee company. In fact I am certain they had to have outside help. They arrived at the mansion using the public train tracks and using flight ships. Normally they would have gotten spotted the moment they set foot on such transportation especially given how much military power they were packing. But no one reported them and by the time they were seen it was too late. That's why we could not arrive until much later. They blew down the entire front part of your mansion before they reduced the other wings and rooms into similar rubble. The White Fang should not have had such fire power but they did." A pause here as Ironwood drew in a deep breath. Weiss waited impatiently for him to finish. She had already garnered as much from her fight with the faunus butler. She didn't care right now that she had no home to go back to, or that top secret Schnee weapons had been used against her. She wanted to know about the status of her sister.

"You were kidnapped and Winter ran after you. We all sent our resources on getting to you, not realizing you were the decoy and that they were really after your sister."

Weiss let this sink in for a bit, the noise of the engines the only sound in the tiny cabin. If only she hadn't been as incompetent in protecting herself then her sister's kidnapping would have been avoided. "Well then," she said at last, with enough steel in her voice to build a skyscraper. "We go after White Fang and we completely destroy them." With that she pushed her way past the general and into the corridors of the ship. People walked up and down the hall giving her a curt nod as she stormed past.

"Princess, wait!" General Ironwood cried out as he hurried to follow her but she did not slow down.

"For far too long have I been lenient with them. But now I see that by being too kind we have only let these weeds grow until they choke us and kill the beautiful garden we have strived hard to create." Weiss had never hated the Faunus before, and she was slightly sympathetic to their plight, but no one, no one dared to take her sister. True, they might be cruel and nasty to one another, often times their conversations leading hands to the others throat, but only a Schnee could harm a Schnee. No one else had the right to.

"Princess if you could just wait." Ironwood had now caught up with her. "Let us not be rash here."

"There is no need to be rash? Folly!" Weiss snapped, her heels now clanging loudly on the metal boardwalk she was on. They were in the heart of the machine, workers below them running among the engine and fueling it with water, coal and Dust to keep it afloat. Steam burst through the pipes below and a warning went out to keep the ship steady.

"Take me back to my house. I have matters to attend to."

"You cannot go back. It is in shambles. It is not safe," Ironwood countered, walking by the princess's side but not doing anything physically to stop her. "White fang members could still be around."

"That is exactly what I need. I'll run them through with Myrtemaster. Speaking of which, were is my weapon?"

"In the cargo hold in the back. Please listen to me princess-"

"Don't call me that!" Weiss hissed turning on her heels to stare at the man. She stopped her enraged walk and put her hands on her hips. "And why should I not go back? I have every right to. My kingdom is now without a queen, my family business is now without a CEO. I have to go back and keep watch over these affairs or else everything will go to hell." Weiss leveled the general with a stare and he remained quiet as he looked down at her. "Do you understand?"

"Perfectly, your highness." He gave a half bow and then came up, displeasure at her choice clear on his face as day, yet he did not argue more with her. Weiss sniffed haughtily and then resumed her walking, albeit less angrily, and spouting out orders. The general followed after her, his hands behind his back.

"Excellent. Once I return home I will take over the affairs there. I will need double the security and your finest men on the search squad to get to her. They couldn't have gotten far. White Fang will pay for this indeed."

The general gave a sigh. "Your highness."

"Don't call me that either," Weiss growled. She was not ready to take that title, even if she would have to momentarily due to her sisters disappearance.

"We cannot go after White Fang."

"Why not?" Weiss arched a brow, coming to a stop. She turned her head to her side to glance at him. The general swallowed deeply before he spoke, his face dark.

"They didn't take your sister; someone else did."

A/N: So this story is in a slightly AU world. It retains most of the regular universe's concepts just utilized a bit differently.

There will be ships in this story, but I'm not quite certain which ones yet. Once I figure more of the plot out I will be able to tell.