-The GOOD, the EVVL, and the STRQ-

Okay! This right here is something I've been planning to do but never got to it in a short amount of time because A: I'm a no-good slacking SOB, B: Procrastination's an evil mistress when you've been with her for most of your life, and C: Read the last two. This is a RWBY fan fiction that takes place 22 years before the events of the canon Rooster Teeth show, and the history (of both Earth and Remnant) will be different in certain places. Hopefully I actually dedicate a good portion of my life to continue this. Enough of my rambling, on with the story!

1776, the year US America won independence from the British Empire, y'know how it is. The Declaration of Independence, Civil War, yada yada yada, I'm not gonna bore you with what history already told you. No, I'm here to tell you what else happened that same year. Something taken out of the books, turned into a myth by government spooks.

It didn't just happen in the US, it happened in other parts of the globe, too. Russia, China, Japan, Germany, Spain, you name it. Hundreds of children taken in the middle of the night; mostly orphans but rarely kids with real pamilya so no one really noticed, worked in the spooks' favor, too.

The kids were hoarded off to a heavily guarded island off the coast of Mexico, where they were put through Hell for the rest of their lives. Before I get to the details, I'll tell you what's on the island.

Large experimental weapons guard that place day and night, making absolutely sure none of the public knew where it was or what it was. In the factories were people collaborating with others in creating highly-advanced tech of all sorts. Guns, armor, vehicles, the whole nine yards, these guys had everything and much, much more.

To the spooks and their friends, the island was called Eden, but to the public? Well, it's not really the island itself, more like the waters around it. It was known to the world as the Bermuda Triangle. You heard me right, the Bermuda Motherfucking Triangle. All those documentaries, all those things said about the Bermuda Triangle, all lies by the government. It kept people off their tracks, and they profited from the obliviousness.

The kids they brought to that place were never the same again. Out of three thousand (3000), only one hundred and fifty (150) remained barely alive. What they were put through changed how war was done forever.

Now here's where the whole thing started. A scientist named Abraham Zuerst made a formula based on forbidden knowledge. Naming it the Zuerst Serum, after himself obviously, the doctor set to work, inviting a few generals from both the US and the British Empire showing them the effects of the serum on a dying patient. The results were… disturbingly successful, to say the least.

The patient rose from the comatose, completely changed. From a frail man, his muscle mass grew, his bones hardened to a metallic alloy stronger than anything recorded, and his intelligence grew tenfold. The generals were impressed, but did the doc really deliver what he had planned? In short, he did.

The first of his kind, the new super soldier was named Primum, after the Latin word, the first of the Genesis Soldiers.

Over a span of twenty years, Doctor Zuerst was funded when the generals witnessed firsthand the sheer brutality and raw power Primum possessed with each mission he was given. The doctor first started experimenting on inmates from both countries, but made a startling discovery when his own son, Isaac, a mere five year old boy, came into contact with the serum. The serum changed the poor boy from a normal child to a skilled and deadly warrior, a professional at stealth and assassinations, far better than Primum in a sense.

That event was called in the history of secrets as the 'Binding of Isaac'.

As for the remaining kids that had survived, they showed potential as they quickly worked as a unit for over thirty years. These few were also selected for breeding. It worked in the long run.

Soon, each of the countries' hidden groups started collaborating with one another and having their own brand of Genesis Soldiers to fight their battles from the shadows and in plain sight.

You might be wondering what exactly are the Genesis Soldiers are capable of. Let's just say they're capable of many things. Whatever that Serum does to the individual, it changes them. It gives them powers like those superheroes from the comic books.

Flight, Super Strength, High Durability, et cetera, these guys pack massive punch, and they know when and where to hold back or go all out. Not only that, but it increased the lifespan of the soldiers to fifty percent more than a normal human.

It's this kind of firepower that many nations fear the government. After all, despite all the secrets, things tend to slip when the new super soldiers are witnessed by bystanders.

1886, a hundred and ten years after the first batch of Genesis was made, labeled the First Generation. Not creative but explanatory nonetheless. It was also the year where the Genesis Soldiers were made officially known to the public eye. Thousands were with the idea but millions were against it. Too bad, none of them knew the true origins of the Genesis Soldiers which suits the spooks fine in the long run once again.

It was also the year Earth has made a startling discovery. They found a cult worshipping a large stone structure while offering virgin sacrifices and even blood offerings. As they got close for a preemptive strike, something emerged from the portal.

Creatures with skin black as ink, with armor white as the rays of the sun, and eyes red like roses. The Genesis Soldiers didn't know the names of these things, so they were simply called Daemons.

A large battle erupted, the cultists and the Daemons on one side and the Genesis Soldiers on the other. After nearly an entire day, the Genesis Soldiers won, but suffered heavy losses. They were pulled back to Eden and given medical attention. Luckily, the spooks were able to secure the structure and keep it hidden from prying eyes.

What they discovered about the structure… proved what was once science-fiction was now a reality. It held a portal leading to a world much like ours, but better. They also stumbled into what was that world's version of the Great War.

Not knowing who to help or what to do, the Genesis Soldiers simply set up base in an island called Draco. There they met one of the four main countries, or kingdoms as they're called here, participating in the war, Atlas. At first they were hostile to one another, often aiming guns at each other's heads or placing blades to one another's necks, until they came to a truce.

Genesis trades their stuff with Atlas and they do the same. None of the kingdoms of the new planet or even the public back on Earth knew about this. In a way, it was a good move, making sure no one leaked the info to public ears and whatnot.

As for Eden's participation in the Great War, both on Earth and on Remnant, the new planet they discovered, their Genesis Soldiers spread hope into their allies and fear into their enemies. Their abilities were described as angels and demons amongst men and women, due to their inhuman capacity to take punishments a normal soldier would die from and still go strong.

The rest of the 19th century was pretty hectic. World War II, the Korean War, Vietnam War and the Cold War on Earth, the Faunus-Human Civil War on Remnant and so on and so forth. It was during the final years of the Vietnam War (1970's) Eden noticed that they need to step up on the Genesis Soldiers. And with the new tech Eden and Atlas have created together, mostly Eden while Atlas simply provided the parts, they created the Second Generation of Genesis Soldiers. These were stronger, faster, and far better than the previous generation by a milestone.

The way the new guys were made was a bit complicated than the First Generation, but quality was better than quantity. Taking in DNA templates from various mercenaries, soldiers, killers, hell, even First Generation Genesis Soldiers, the Second Generation of Genesis Soldiers were kept in large tubes to sustain them over the course of a long year of incubating. Instead of kidnapping thousands of kids, we were simply created in large tubes as the DNA continues to build up our bodies, personalities, and everything that would make us unique.

But there aren't any pros if there are no cons. And the big con of this deal is that most of us don't know of our parents since we were simply combinations of different templates and tweaked to many things.

Here, I was born. March 22nd, 1976, subject $M1L3Y as some called me. Said it had something to do with me being born with a Glasgow grin. It wasn't really noticeable unless you got a good look at my scars. The top brass also said I'm the weakest, seeing as how I was born with a few problems such as a burnt right forearm and right portion of my face, my blindness in one eye and my trouble in breathing early on.

Heh, the look on those fucks when I proved them wrong and came back alive in every single mission they've ever put me through. I wasn't even thirteen at the time. And it was all thanks to my adoptive father.

Marcus Vasquez, a well-known mercenary, a kind father, and indirectly a First Generation Genesis Soldier. When I learned to walk and talk at the shy age of three, my old man put me through my paces. By the time I was five, I already beat a few professionals in parkour and in speed and knew about six different languages. It also helped that I was tall for a kid my age back then, a good five feet and eight inches compared to other kids who should be around four feet and such.

Then, by the time I was eleven, two months before my twelfth birthday, my dad took me to my first mission. Afghanistan, January 6th 1988, called in to help my dad in fighting off a Mujahedeen terrorist group harassing a Russian paratrooper division called the 345th Independent Guards Airborne Regiment, Soviet Airborne Troops.

There me, my dad, and 39 Soviet Paratroopers held off around four hundred Mujahedeen terrorists. On our side we lost only 6 men, the Mujahedeen lost more than a third of theirs. At first, I simply wounded the soldiers with the rifle my dad gave me, a good old 1959-made Modernizirovanniy Avtomat Kalashnikova or Modernized Kalashnikov Assault Rifle, the AKM. I had two spare magazines with me at the time, wasted half of my loaded magazine into the kneecaps of the enemy, before getting a grip and aiming for the hearts. After the Mujahedeen retreated, I ended up losing my lunch. It's never easy, having to kill for the first time and knowing it just gets worse from there on out. But my old man assured me what makes us different from killers is that we kill to stop the killers who simply do it for sport.

That and the fact that the Genesis soldiers were always bred to be leagues better in terms of combat of all kinds. After a few months of training and getting my head out of that topic, I was ready to go once more. Until my dad called me up and told me some good news.

His wife, my adoptive mom I guess you can say, gave birth to a boy, my baby brother. He told me she and little bro would visit once he's three, and I told him I'll be waiting.

By the time I was fifteen, dad kept his promise. My baby bro practically thought I was the best among the other kids since I was pretty big for my age, already at six feet and five inches with an athletic build. It was also here that I would meet my best friend, Vladimir Prozodnikov, another Second Generation Genesis Soldier. Guy was shorter than me by a full foot and younger than me by two years, had blood red eyes and raven black hair in a messy style. Not to mention he was the cousin of Dmitry Prodoznikov, the heir to the Prozodnikov Arms Company, Russia's current largest supplier of small arms and heavy ordnance. Regardless, he and I would often train together to see who was better. It wasn't really a competition, but rather if we can see our flaws and correct them.

Safe to say, we improved on our skills and our coordination after that, going on missions, killing bad guys, that good stuff. We became a two man team by the time we were in our early adulthood years, me being twenty and him being eighteen. There at that point of history, we and a few other Genesis Soldiers were introduced to the structure I've mentioned a while back.

This time, we had help in recreating the portal the structure made. Doctor Angelo Garnet, the man responsible for remaking the portal to a safer scale, sent us to Remnant for the yearly contract with Atlas.

Over the course of the next few months, I, Vlad and some Genesis soldiers were given different orders from Atlas. The top brass wanted the rest to clear up the ever growing threat of Grimm; the Daemons encountered back in 1886, in Draco and Vale, one of the four main kingdoms. Vlad and I were given a different order, something I highly disagreed vocally with the brass at the time.

Oh right, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Enrique Vasquez, but you can call me Smiley.

[Camp Omega/Location Classified/5th of June, 1996]

Slam! The sound of a fist colliding with a metal table caught the attention of those around the tent in the middle of a barren mountainous area.

"Sir, I don't think these orders are right for someone of my skill set," a pissed-off and coarse voice of a twenty-year-old individual spoke as he glowered at the commanding officer in charge.

The individual that slammed his fist was a tall man, going up to seven feet and four inches tall with a built chiseled body, wearing black cargo pants, a silvery gray shirt, dull brown combat boots, and a few pieces of armor on his shoulders, left arm and lower legs. He wore a custom vest over his shirt, the vest providing two large pouches in his rear for his drum magazines for his main gun, while he had two belts on his pants, one for actually securing the aforementioned article of clothing, and the other for his holsters for his custom handguns.

His head sported facial hair just shy of a 5 o'clock shadow and his brown hair was trimmed to a narrow buzz cut, not even an inch tall for each individual strand of hair. His lips, or the edges of them, sported faded scars mimicking a smile, a Glasgow Grin or Chelsea Smile. His eye pupils were the dullest of bluish-gray, giving the impression that he was like a mindless drone. His lower right arm was pinkish-white along with the right portion of his face in contrast to his light brown skin. Multiple tattoos decorated his exposed skin, one being on the back of his left hand, a silver eagle holding a generic-looking AK-47 in one talon and a bastard sword in the other talon. Another tattoo was on his back, tribal patterned decorating his upper back and going to his shoulders.

This was Enrique Vasquez, Codename: Smiley and he wasn't so pleased right now, unlike his partner Vlad, who was busy chatting and flirting with the female soldiers around the base.

"Direct orders from the council, Sergeant Verde! Either you deal with it or go for cleanup duty," Enrique's eye twitched as he glowered down the commanding officer sitting on the chair, one Lieutenant General Eugene Stone as the CO simply twiddled with a smoking pipe.

"But sir-!"

"No buts, Sergeant, except yours going outta here," Enrique made a noise of annoyance before leaving the tent with a foul mood. Just as he made about twenty feet away from the tent, he heard someone speak up.

"Not liking our orders, partner?" Enrique turned his head to look at the speaker. Six feet and six inches tall, with a slightly thinner build compared to his, wearing a gray trench coat over a white shirt and some form-fitting suit pants with some leather shoes to go with the style, a fedora slightly tipped over the individual's head. Two ornate revolvers, both Colt Python .357s, were holstered in his cross-draw chest-rig holsters while an SVD, customized with a shorter barrel, a 20-round magazine and a night-vision scope, was slung over his back.

Blood red eyes, pure-black hair, a face many women would faint from nosebleeds and men would be jealous of, along with that perfectly maintained row of sparkling white teeth compared to his yellowish teeth.

This was Enrique Vasquez's partner, Vladimir Prozodnikov. The two have been close friends since they've met and have helped one another on the field and in general. Their styles of combat were different. Where Enrique was all brute force and preferring to get straight to the point, Vlad's style was more flashy and distracting, often mesmerizing his enemies before finishing them off with a well-placed bullet through the skull.

"Hmph, not my style of work," Enrique crossed his arms over his chest, narrowing his eyes at the tent.

"Well, Enrique," Vlad spoke, patting him once on the shoulder, "my father once said that one must adapt to whatever situation he gets thrown into. I think this is your chance to adapt." Enrique lightly shrugged off his friend's hand.

"But this…" Enrique muttered, "Is a lot different than anything else."

"Oh please," Vlad playfully mocked, "what's so bad about this one?"

"We're to be stationed at Beacon Academy." As soon as Enrique finished his sentence, Vlad's eyes widened in glee.

"We're enrolling, eh? I heard the girls there are tight~!" Vlad's head started to wander into the gutter, until Enrique promptly forced his head way up.

"ACK! Okay! Okay! Uncle! Uncle!" Enrique promptly released Vlad's head, causing the Russian teen to gasp at the sudden sensation of his neck being forced back to its proper place. As he regained his bearings, Vlad mock-glared at Enrique.

"You're evil." The Filipino Genesis Soldier simply shrugged before heading to a place many knew would calm him down.

[Camp Omega Firing Range]

BANGBANGBANGBANG! A four round shotgun barrage shredded through the paper targets, as the man firing reset his aim.

Enrique held his custom automatic shotgun tightly as he continued firing. The shotgun's general shape resembled an AA-12, the finished 1987 model, with various notable differences.

The overall materials made for the gun were carbon-fiber for the body and stainless steel for the metal parts and bits. The most notable feature was below the handguard. It was a streamlined chainsaw bayonet, running either on electricity or on Dust, Remnant's main fuel source for various purposes.

The chainsaw was called Long-Ya, while the shotgun was called Salhaeja, the shotgun fires 8 Gauge 3-1/2-inch Magnum shells from box magazines holding from 5 rounds to 10 rounds or drum magazines holding 20 rounds or 32 rounds, which Enrique loaded it with the last option.

As the last shell ejected, Enrique reloaded, oddly adding an extra shell into the chamber before loading the next drum. Setting the large shotgun down, Enrique picked up his other primary custom weapon.

It resembled the Russian-made KORD-12.7 heavy machine gun with notable differences. It still fired the 12.7x108mm rounds loaded from a linked belt still inserted to the right side. The main change of this gun was the use of lighter but stronger materials. Mounted on top of the heavy machine gun was a 1PN58 night vision scope that as more suited for an SVD rather than a Kord. The stock was also modified, taken from the PKM general purpose machine gun. The handguard for the weapon resembled that of the American-made M60E3 complete with foregrip, although it was relocated further back.

The linked belts used for the gun originally only could hold 50 rounds, but due to Enrique's large height and higher degree of strength, the linked belts can now hold up to 150 rounds. He also personally uses the 12.7x108mm rounds in Depleted Uranium ammunition, as the gun is more or less used for heavy firefights against aircraft and vehicles. The gun works well against people, but… his other weapons can deal with them just fine.

The gun, being customized by Enrique, was placed through multiple torture tests and made that it would operate well in the harshest of environments, much like his Salhaeja and Long-Ya and the legendary AK rifles. He called the gun Dzhaggernaut and, much like Salhaeja, it had an under-barrel weapon in the form of the six-shot Milkor Multiple Grenade Launcher or MGL improved to fire high-speed 40x46mm grenades, thus delivering explosive ordnance at ranges of 600 meters and beyond, requiring a minimum arming distance of ten feet, otherwise it would simply explode a few seconds later after bouncing off of a surface.

Setting the machine gun and aiming with the HAMR optic installed on the top of the gun just in front of the rear iron sight, Enrique flicked off the safety and began firing, a five-round burst slicing the targets clean apart. Satisfied with the accuracy from a hundred meters, Enrique then began aiming at the targets at over six hundred meters away.

Taking a moment to catch his breath, he firing a ten round salvo at the each group of targets, most of the rounds hitting their mark while two or three would miss and go far to the right or the left, regardless, Enrique fired the remaining rounds from his gun, alternating between five-round and ten-round salvos until Dzhaggernaut ran dry. Pulling back the charging handle to eject the last empty shell, he opened the upper receiver and began to load the next large ammunition drum for his machine gun.

Once he was done, Enrique took both of his guns and went back to the Bullhead docks, where Vlad was waiting for him.

"'bout time you got here, tovarishch," Vlad spoke as he boarded the Bullhead, holding on to the safety bar as his partner simply sat down on one of the seats just as the Bullhead VTOL took off from the landing pad and off to its destination.

"Had to sharpen up for the mission," Enrique said as he pulled out his customized handguns, each one of the handguns being the most recent models of the Desert Eagle handgun, the Mark XIX.

The visuals of the pistols were quite simple. Both handguns sported 10-Inch/254.00mm long barrels outfitted with muzzle brakes. One of the handguns was with a silver body with dark gray grips, and the other a dark gray body with ivory grips. Attached to their trigger guards are small laser sights, designed for quick target acquisition at 50 feet or less. The handguns are ambidextrous, giving the user the ability to switch hands on the fly. These were Enrique's custom handguns known simply as Whitetail and Blackhawk.

Vlad grunted in response. "Come one, Enrique, liven up a little, man! We finally get to relax and go to a normal school." He released his grip on the safety bar, closed the door on his side of the VTOL and relaxed on the chair next to Enrique, relaxing as he leaned back.

"What's wrong with our old school?" The Filipino asked as he holstered his handguns as he pulled out both of his bolos from their sheaths integrated into the sides of his boots.

The Russian chuckled and he lazily glanced at his old buddy. "Nothing, nothing, man, it's just that… this school could be the chance for us to be normal for once, y'know what I mean?" Vlad opened one eye as he stared at the roof of the Bullhead.

Enrique nodded and replied, "As long as I don't really socialize that much, I'll be fine."

"Heard they'll put us in four-man teams." The large twenty-year-old looked at the smaller eighteen-year-old with a raised eyebrow.

"Come again?" Vlad smiled as his hair casted a shadow over his eyes; it was never a good sign whenever Enrique was involved.

"The Huntsman Academies have four-man teams." With that Vlad got up and sat on the opposite end of the Bullhead. "Better get used to two other guys with us."

"Two civvies, Vlad. And that's why I don't like this one mission." Enrique argued but fell silent when he saw Vlad had fallen asleep so quickly. Deadpanning at his partner's heavy sleeping ways, he groaned silently as he looked out of the VTOL's window.

[You back there, we'll be arriving at Beacon Academy in about ten hours tops, 'sumin' we don't get any turbulence or go off course]

The pilot spoke over the intercom, to which Enrique nodded.

"Ten hours, huh?" He spoke in his mind as he watched the clouds whip by. "Gonna rest, no use staying up just to fall tired in Beacon." With that in mind, Enrique slowly drifted to sleep, snoring softly as he eased onto the empty chairs and using them as a makeshift bed.

Prologue - Welcome To Beacon

[Airspace on route to Beacon Academy/Vale City, Vale/5th of June, 1996]

Eyes fluttering open, Enrique took notice of the change of scenery after a moment or two of regaining his senses.

"So this is Beacon… Not a bad looking place. Wide open areas mean good vantage points for sniping or suppressive fire." Enrique spoke in his head as he scanned the area. He took notice of the body of water below and that the cliffs are a few minutes away.

"Judging by our current speed and the distance, I'd say we're five minutes to the LZ." Standing up from his makeshift bed, Enrique slowly moved over to Vlad, his large form casting a shadow over the sleeping Russian.

"Oi, Vlad, wake up." He heard no response from his old friend. Narrowing his eyes a bit, the large Pinoy lightly placed a hand on each shoulder before doing what he always does to Vlad whenever the Russian would sleep heavily.

He hoisted him up on his shoulders before throwing the poor man down to the floor of the Bullhead face-first.

BUNGH! "OW!" Vlad was immediately awake, clutching his steaming face with an annoyed grunt. Glaring at the person responsible, Vlad simply grumbled as he got to his feet and began to stretch. As soon as he was done, Vlad took notice of the change of scenery.

"We're nearing Beacon?"

"Arriving at the RV point in about a minute," Vlad shook his head at his partner's treatment of this enrollment as a mission.

"Enrique, you need to relax. This isn't your typical run and gun mission."

"Would've been better if it were just that," Enrique muttered and made a light grunt as he looked outside the windows.

"We're approaching the landing pad."

"I can see that, Captain Obvious." Vlad opened up the door as the Bullhead fully settled down. Jumping off the VTOL, the Russian teen looked around to marvel the sheer size of the entire school and the school grounds.

"Wow… Seems like something outta Wizard of Oz, right?"

Enrique grunted, "Preferred function over aesthetics." Vlad responded by playfully slugging Enrique in the shoulder.

"Knock it off."

"Knock what off?"

"You are treating this enrollment as a mission. Look, I know this came from the top brass, but even they would want us to relax for a bit. Come on, just smile for once, Vasquez, huh. Can you do that?"

Enrique frowned for a bit before sighing. Looking at Vlad, the edges of his lips curled into a barely noticeable smile.

"Eh, could use some improvement, but a start." Vlad swiftly turned on his heel and began to walk towards the large building that is Beacon Academy. Enrique watched Vlad for a bit before slowly resigning to his new orders.

Slinging both his primary guns over his shoulders and firmly securing them to his back, the Genesis Soldier started to follow Vlad. Along the way, he heard his future schoolmates and classmates mutter and whisper to one another as he passed by.

"Woah! Dude, did you see the guns on that guy?"

"Who is that guy? Seems too tall to be a Huntsman to me."

"Might be applying to be a teacher's assistant, maybe."

"Did you see the scars on that guy? Holy Oum, what the hell did he go through?"

Enrique heard words like those but paid them no heed as he caught up with Vlad.

With Vlad, he heard more gossip from the girls due to how dressed he was and how he looks.

"Wow, d'you see the clothes that guy's wearing?"

"That face…"

"That body…"

"He's just too…"

"PERFECT!" Vlad chuckled at the squealing of the girls and removed his fedora, giving them a passing glance, complete with a dashing wink.

He noticed Enrique walking beside him, who whispered to his ear.

"You're attracting attention."

"What? Jealous I'm getting the limelight?"

"No, I prefer if we both keep low profiles.'

"Come on!" Vladimir playfully shoved Enrique, continuing with "Says the guy who practically went Rambo back in '93."

"Someone had to distract them." Enrique countered as he entered the auditorium, where a massive group of students are inside waiting for the headmaster to arrive.

"Hey," Vlad poked Enrique, pointing to a spot near the doors leading to the main building, "Let's go there, it would be best if we exit first."

To his surprise, Enrique declined and pointed to the center of the auditorium. "We can assess the area from there; easier to see people come in and out, good defensive perimeter." Vlad shook his head at his friend's way of speaking.

"Okay, you're the boss-man." With that, the duo made their way to the center. Like Enrique said, they can see from a complete 360 degrees, looking at various ways to exit and various methods to defend themselves. The two also noticed a few notable people in the crowd.

Enrique noticed a girl shorter than anyone else wearing a white cloak, sporting dark hair that's red at the tips and silver eyes, a blonde, green eyed girl wearing glasses and sporting an unbuttoned jacket and black skirt with her hair loosely falling down to her hips, a raven-haired boy with a massive sword on his back sporting blood red eyes much like Vlad, and a girl wearing a simple night blue dress with dark hair and the truest amber eyes anyone could ever see.

Vlad noticed a girl, presumably the sibling of the boy as she was beside him, with equally dark hair that spikes downwards to her ass wearing red Japanese-esque clothing, likely a yukata or something similar, with a bulky scabbard for her katana sword, a girl with cat ears sprouting from her hair and with a feline-like smile on her face, a blonde man who'd look more at home in a gym, and another blonde man, this time who sported wings, wore armor, had steel blue eyes, and carried a sword and a shield much like an angelic knight.

Vlad took notice that there was a girl a few feet beside him. Taking a look, he noticed that the woman wore Viking clothing, sported pure silver hair style in a ponytail and the bangs framed both sides of her face neatly, and had a green eye on her right and a beige eye in the left. He took note of her weapon, too. It looked like an ordinary battle axe, until he saw the grip had a trigger guard and an elongated trigger while the top of the axe head was a smoothbore barrel, possibly for firing shotgun shells the size of 20 Gauge or 16 Gauge. He'd have to ask Enrique about that, he was always the expert on all kinds of weapons.

The Russian noticed that the Viking he was looking at take a glance in his direction. She smiled at him, not the sweet kind of smile either but the one of knowing. Still, he blushed; the woman's face was pale much like his with a little scar on her left cheek.

"Like what you see, mister?"

"Oh, uh, I didn't mean to stare, miss... I-I'm sorry, I don't know your name." The Viking simply giggled at him, hiding her mouth behind one hand.

"My name's Tatiana. Tatiana Lazuli. And you are?" Vlad made a little bow and answered.

"My name is Vladimir Paprika. It's nice to meet a fine warrior such as yourself." That got a little chuckle out of Tatiana.

"Oh, and you don't see me as a simple woman?"

"I see everyone here as warriors, and potential allies." Vlad replied as he and Tatiana continued conversing.

They talked for a couple of minutes, clearly enjoying one another's company, until the sound of footsteps on the auditorium's stage silenced them and everyone else, gaining their attention.

It was then that a man with hair in a vibrant orange and with eyes as black as coal came into the lone microphone in the stage, his features revealed as soon as the spotlight turned on and the rest of the lights dimmed.

He stopped in front of the microphone, tapped it a few times and began to speak into it.

"Greetings, students." His voice was mellifluous but still held a voice of strong will. "My name is Drakonus. I am the school headmaster as some of you have already figured it out." A few murmurs and whispers were heard as both Enrique and Vlad had picked up on.

"Now that introductions are out of the way, I shall begin." A deafening silence washed over everyone else.

"You all have trained most of your lives to get where you are now, a school where the best are trained to be the public defenders of not only Vale, but all of Remnant." Despite the dim lighting, Enrique and Vlad saw a couple students nodding in agreement.

"But I warn you now. Things will get harder for those who do not strive to be Huntsmen. Knowledge, after all, can only get a lone individual so far before they fail on them." Subconsciously, Vladimir nodded. Taking a glance at his partner and his new friend, Vlad couldn't help but agree to Drakonus' words.

"I get. You need allies and to know the ropes instead of simply relying on what you've learned so far."

"Adaptation, looks like this base's CO is trying to tell the other recruits to adapt." Enrique gazed towards the other students, taking note of some of them.

"Girl with the white cloak looks too young to be here, looks too innocent too. That blonde woman in the black skirt and jacket seems a bit weak, only armed with a riding crop it seems like. That man with the wings and armor, a bird Faunus, looks tough, may put up a good fight." This continued for a while before he looked back at the Headmaster to catch the end of his speech.

"-nd for that, I thank you all for your time. Take the door on the far left corner to be lead to the ballroom, where you shall be staying for the night." With that, most of the students began to leave through the exit that the Headmaster spoke of.

As he made his way towards the door, he felt someone bumped into his backside.

"OOF! S-so-sorry!" He turned to the speaker and noticed that she was the girl in the white cloak from earlier. She looked extremely nervous, possibly due to his massive height of 7'4" compare to her average height of 5'6".

He noticed her features a bit more since he was within close proximity to her. Her face had nary a scratch or flaw, and it was a bit pale in comparison to his light brown skin. Her hair was long, compared to his which was in a buzz-cut, reaching past her shoulders and stopping there, the color of the hair was black but got lighter into red as it went further away from the scalp. Her figure was fit for someone of her size, lithe enough for her to fit into tight spaces (his assumption) and enough for her to quickly dodge oncoming attacks as long as she stays focused. She wore a black corset with a bit of red in the middle over her white blouse and had a black gothic skirt that was just above her knees. She wore a pair of dark stockings in addition to some feminine boots. He took notice that, under her cloak's hood, barely visible unless you had good vision, were a pair of wolf ears idly wiggling as they picked up on the sounds around her and him.

Going out of his calculating mood, the Genesis soldier spoke.

"Its fine, kid, just be mindful of your surroundings next time, alright." The girl nodded, but started tapping the tips of her fingers together, a universal sign that she was unsure or nervous.

"I… uh, w-would you… help me find my way to the ballroom, please?" Enrique was surprised, but he did not show it. He had just met this girl and she was asking for guidance towards the ballroom. Often, people would steer clear of him due to his large stature or his deadly skills in combat.

Here he had two choices. One was leave the girl behind and catch up with Vlad, which would hamper any benefits of alliance with the girl or anyone close to her. The other would be more beneficial, and that was to aid the girl on the way to the ballroom.

Having made up his mind, Enrique spoke, gaining the girl's attention.

"Okay, I'll help, miss…" The girl tilted her head to the side before perking up and scratching the back of her head lightheartedly.

"O-oh! My name is Summer, Summer Rose." The now-identified Summer Rose lightly bowed to him. "It's nice to meet you… uh, I didn't catch your name."

"That's because I never said it." Turning swiftly on his heel, the Genesis soldier began walking towards the doors leading to the school's main hallway, gesturing with one hand for Summer to follow him.

"H-hey, wait up! It's no fair I don't get your name!" The Genesis soldier chuckled at the girl's change of attitude from a shy girl to an adorably fierce girl.

"It's Enrique Verde. That's all you need to know, ma'am." He spoke politely as he and Summer made their way to the ballroom.

Far behind them, the girl in the yukata and bulky scabbard watched them with a careful gaze. Just as a pair of students passed by her, she disappeared, a raven taking her place and flying towards the doors of the ballroom.

-With Vladimir-

Vlad made his way to one of Beacon's locker rooms. To say that this certain locker room was large was an understatement.

It was as big as a warehouse, with many lockers for the future and current students to use and store their gear.

As he glanced around, he spotted the girl with cat ears from before seemingly on all fours looking for something. Going in for a closer look, he heard what the cat girl was going on about.

"Come on, come on. Get out of there, you stupid mouse! I'm hungry!" The cat girl began reaching into the bottom parts of the lockers, clawing at whatever was hiding behind them.

As humorous as it was, Vlad decided to make his presence known. Clearing his throat, the sound caused the cat girl to jump in surprise and quickly stand up, with a clear blush decorating her cheeks. When she turned around, Vlad could see her features clearly.

She had yellow eyes that brightly gleamed with the sunlight, and had long, fluffy, black hair flowing down the bottom of her spine with a ribbon decorating and securing it tightly near the end. She wore a small, black jacket over a white tank top that exposed a little bit of her midriff. Her lower clothing consisted to a pair of white jeans that hugged her fit legs neatly along with a pair of sandals that oddly had cat bells on them. Her face was shaped beautifully, with the cat ears making her look extra cute in Vlad's opinion.

"Need any help there, kitty cat?" The girl blushed a bit harder as she gripped her right upper arm tightly. She pouted slightly before sighing.

"I was trying to get that stupid mouse." As she said that, Vlad heard a little squeak coming from the lockers.

"And you were trying to eat it?" A hesitant but quick nod was his answer. Vlad cupped his chin with his thumb and pointer finger as he got to thinking.

"I don't think it's right for you to eat a mouse, no matter how tempting." The cat Faunus lowered her head, but perked up when Vlad continued when he made his way back to the ballroom.

"Tell you what; I'll treat you to some food later, m'kay?" The cat Faunus could only make a little noise of agreement as she nodded slightly.

"But… we don't even know one another." Vlad stopped in his tracks and glance back at her.

"My name's Vladimir Paprika, you?"

"Kali Noir. It's nice to meet you, Vladimir." The girl now identified as Kali made a little bow as a sign of respect to Vladimir. With the introductions out of the way, the two began conversing as they made their way to the ballroom.

-With Enrique-

When he told Summer to stay in that one spot, he had expected her to follow his orders like a soldier should.

Unfortunately, he remembered that he wasn't in a military operation anymore and that Summer decided to tag along with him like a dog following their master.

...

...

That may or may not have sounded racist. He'll have to shoot himself in the foot later.

Luckily, Summer wasn't that bad of company as she kept her voice to a minimum but still talked with him on lighter subjects. In fact, they continued talking and roaming around the school for a while until it was nearly night time by the time they've reached one of the minor halls leading to the ballroom.

Still, he was kind of glad that someone interrupted their little chat. When he heard the sounds of a burst of feathers impacting with the floor nearby, Enrique brought his hand up to silence Summer. Glancing to her, he spoke in a hushed tone.

"Head back to the ballroom. I'll be just a minute." Nodding, the Rose went back, the sounds of her shoes clicking against the quartz floor echoing across the hall.

After making sure she was gone, Enrique pulled out Whitetail and Blackhawk, the sights on the handguns making a neon white glow and the slides being reflected by the moonlight. Bringing the guns upward, the Genesis soldier slowly moved through the hallway. Granted he didn't plan on using the handguns, but he could never be too sure.

As he walked on, he noticed another corridor leading down to the right. Narrowing his eyes, the Genesis soldier concentrated for a bit.

If there was one advantage Genesis soldiers shared with the Faunus of Remnant, it would be their enhanced senses. Because of this, Enrique saw someone hiding behind one of the pillars, although he couldn't tell the gender from afar.

Looking around, he saw some parts of one of the supporting pillars chipped away, forming a makeshift ladder of sorts. Walking up to it, he placed his fingers into the cracks. They were just big enough for his hands and the spikes on the front of his combat boots.

After a few seconds, he got on the roof of the halls and began to walk to the location directly above the person hiding. Glancing down, he saw the person with clearer clarity on their details.

It was a female that was for certain. She wore a shallow cut black dress with red accents, with five necklaces, each having an assortment of beads, a red-girdle belt, and a pair of matching gauntlets with black fingerless gloves. Her hair was spiky, black with red highlights and the hair went down to her waist.

After taking in her features, he pulled out his twin bolos and jumped down.

The woman looked up just in time to block the oncoming twin bladed strike with her sword. The sword was long with a single-edge, making it resemble the Japanese Odachi in regards to its appearance. Enrique noticed multiple thin and almost invisible lines separating the blade into segments, meaning it was telescopic. That would explain why it was now twice the sheathed length as he simply continued to push against the blade with one of his bolos while the other one made an inward slice, causing the woman to jump back into the hall.

Despite the low lighting and thanks to his enhanced vision, Enrique got a closer and better look at the woman.

She had a youthful face, probably because she was a student to this school, and had blood-red eyes, the kind that freaks normal people out. Regardless, he took a step back to look directly at the woman.

"Who are you?" The girl inquired with her sword positioned and ready to cut him down should he make a lie.

"Just a man that's attending this school."

"You don't look like a student to me."

"Says the woman that was lurking in one of the halls," with that said, Enrique shoved the woman's sword back, his physical strength clearly outmatching hers, causing the female to be forced back and lose a bit of her grip on the sword.

Just as she recovered she tried to lunge back, only for the barrel of a handgun larger than any she'd seen so far pressed against her temple.

"I'd be careful on what to do next if I were you." The Genesis soldier growled his words out at the woman, who held a look of frustration on her face.

With a grunt, the woman sheathed her sword, prompting Enrique to put away both his bolo and his handgun.

"So… why exactly are you lurking in the halls?"

The woman made a sound, answering with a question of her own, "Why were you jumping from the roof of the hallways?" The woman's retort made the Genesis soldier mutter a 'Touché' under his breath. Regardless, Enrique tapped the woman on the shoulder, although he had to obviously lean lower to her level to do so, and asked another question.

"Exactly who are you anyways? You're a student, yes, I know that, but I'm asking who you are in general." The woman simply smirked and leered into his eyes, her blood-red orbs staring directly at his impressively pale and stoic orbs.

After a moment or so, the woman stopped smirking and said with a clear voice.

"My name is Raven Branwen. And to answer your original question, I was making sure I didn't make the wrong assumption."

"And what exactly would that be?" The smirk on her face returned, making Enrique unsure on how to deal with this 'Raven Branwen' character.

"I thought you'd just be like the other men in this school. Weak and preferring intimidation on smaller people such as myself."

"Too bad I ain't weak, ma'am." Raven lets out a short chuckle, seemingly agreeing with his words.

Turning on her heel, Raven began to walk towards the ballroom. "Are you coming with, big guy?" Her answer came in the form of Enrique walking past her, seemingly silent apart from his footsteps.

She narrowed her eyes at Enrique's retreating back. Something about him didn't seem right. She'd have to investigate later. For now, she silently followed the man back to the ballroom where the other students, their future schoolmates, classmates, and/or teammates, were resting.

[Camp Omega/Portal Transport Area/June 5th, 1996]

As the soldiers of Camp Omega go about their daily routine, the ones stationed at Camp Omega's Portal Transport Area were about to receive a good shock to keep them up for days.

The scientists overseeing the area noticed a few messages popping up on the multiple monitors.

"What the hell? I thought we didn't have any more transport from Earth today?" One scientist said in confusion as he sat down on one of the chairs and began typing a few commands down on the keyboard. After a moment or two, the scientist noticed the oddity within the messages. These weren't any Trojan-Horse styled virus; the systems of Camp Omega were far too powerful and fortified for any hacker or virus.

It wasn't until he noticed the symbol that was watermarked onto the messages that the scientist stopped inputting any commands to the computer he was on.

He turned to a guard and spoke.

"Get Lieutenant General Stone down here, ASAP!" The soldier simply nodded before running off to the sector of the base the CO was currently located.

In a few moments, the soldier came back with Lieutenant General Eugene Stone in tow.

"What the hell is so important that you disturbed me, Doctor Garnet?" The scientist, one Doctor Ichabod Garnet, began to explain in a hurried tone.

"S-sir, something went wrong with the monitors. A-at first I thought i-it was a security breach, but then I noticed the symbol watermarked on each and every one of them." Doctor Garnet went over and forcefully grabbed Lt. Gen. Stone and showed to him the findings on the monitor.

"See? See?!"

Eugene Stone narrowed his eyes at the message on the screen then to the watermarked symbol. What he saw made his eyes widen. Looking at Doctor Garnet, Stone nodded. Seemingly knowing what was going on, the doctor pressed on the button to confirm the message.

Down in the Portal Transport's Receiving Area, the large arch that served as the stabilizer for any portal began to spark, bronze flashes of electricity began to hit to multiple Tesla coils surrounding the wide pad that the arch stood in the middle of.

After a few more sparks and flashes, the arch began to form a portal, bronze on the rims and black in the body showing the stars of the cosmos.

Multiple soldiers guarding that one area began to stand firm, the Earth soldiers having AUG A2 assault rifles and M14 battle rifles at the ready while the soldiers of Remnant held their Atlesian AR-34 rifles (imagine the assault rifles used by the Atlesian Knight-200s in the canon RWBY show, but are smaller and have computerized scopes in gray with red highlights, with a slightly canted magazine similar to the AN-94) and SDC-brand LBR-308 (imagine a hybrid between an H&K G3 and an H&K SL8 with the Schnee Dust Company colors of white with blue accents) at the ready.

They've waited for what seemed to be an eternity, until something went through the portal. A single man stepped out of the portal, his appearance instilling fear to the men stationed there.

This young man wore a black long-tailed coat that was thin and fits his athletic runner build over what looked like a straight gray variation of the German KSK uniform with German Polizei body armor worn on the arms and legs with the vest directly over the coat. He had shiny blonde hair styled in a clean and orderly hairstyle one would find on the World War II German SS Officer. His eyes, the coldest of blued steel, pierced through the atmosphere like a superheated knife through butter. He stands firm at six feet and six inches, towering over the other soldiers.

Slung over his back was a customized Walther WA-2000 outfitted with an extended magazine holding 22 rounds of .300 Winchester Magnum plus one extra round in the chamber, a more sophisticated scope that can accurately tell the distance and properly calculate for the different factors that would affect the trajectory of the bullet, as well as a specialized silencer that also acts as an extended barrel.

On a chest-rig holster, one can see a Beretta 93R pistol with spare 20-round magazines on his belt.

The man's presence stunned many of the soldiers, but they simply kept straight faces. But to Eugene Stone and Ichabod Garnet, this was someone who was not to be trifled with.

The man began to step towards the edge of the platform, before jumping off and plummeting 20 or so feet into the ground. Most were sure he'd break his legs but were surprised when he emerged unharmed.

The man gazed upwards, looking directly at the Lieutenant General.

"Herr Stone, it is good to set foot on this base once more." Stone simply narrowed his eyes at the new person.

"I'd be honored by your presence here, Schadel, if it weren't for the fact that you were visiting on business terms." The man, identified as Schadel, smirked.

"I'm here to talk about the plan."

And that's all she wrote, baby! What'd you guys think? I've decided to step away from the safe, but overdone, RWBY storyline and decided to turn back the clock to before it all went to shit (*cough*Volume 3*cough*).

But anyways guys, thanks for read, and I'll have a new chapter if you guys liked this one.

Translations:

Long-Ya – Dragon Tooth (Chinese; Simplified)
Dzhaggernaut – Juggernaut (Russian)
Salhaeja – Slayer (Korean)