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Copyright Notice: I own neither RWBY nor SnK/AOT.

Author's note: Too lazy to write one.

Update: Correcting some factual inaccuracies.

The shattered moon shone over the cargo yard as Ruby Rose hopped from one container to another. Moonlight cast her silhouette over the field, which turned into a blur when she accelerated. Six additional shadows followed her, fanning out behind in a V formation like migratory birds. Their footsteps were eclipsed by the loud thrumming of the Bullhead above. The twin-engine tilt-jet aircraft forged ahead at about 100 feet high, thick smoke coming out from one of its engines. It flew at a limp to its left, though it was still chugging ahead at a snail's pace toward the port.

"Nora!" Ruby's sister's voice came from behind her; it was loud enough to even overpower the sputtering of propeller engines. Yang Xiaolong had always been loud and boisterous, so Ruby was not in the least surprised by her bellowing. "Blake's still on there! What if you made the plane crash!?"

"Let's catch her before she falls off!" Nora Valkyrie, the rather airheaded member of the JNPR team, cheered before she let out a high-pitched wail of excitement. The smoking engine of the Bullhead was the result of when she landed a lucky shot when it attempted to lift off. The redhead hopped and jumped, her shadow on the ground shifting erratically with her movements.

Ruby had no time to worry about her teammate's antics. They were steadily gaining ground, but they had been sprinting at the tail of the crippled aircraft for a while. There was a limit to human stamina, and Ruby was not sure if everyone could follow the plane for as long as it took to exhaust its fuel. Besides, the port was near; given how the plane was heading there, it was safe to assume that Roman Torchwick had his minions and perhaps an alternative mode of transportation there.

Roman was a notorious criminal in Vale for armed robbery, kidnapping, arson, assault, battery, and petty burglary. The man had been on Vale police's most-wanted list for more than a decade, but every time they were close to catching him, he could somehow slip away, and then surface some time later to cause more mayhem. And apparently, he had some impressive backers; tilt-engine aircrafts like the Bullhead were not easy to come by. Why he kidnapped Blake Belladonna—her teammate—was unknown. Vale police had never figured out a motive for Roman's actions save for profit. He had mostly targeted Dust shipments, because high-grade Dust—being the fuel for extraordinary powers—would fetch great prices on the black market.

Speaking of Dust, Ruby had an idea. "Weiss! Can you do that launching thing again?" She shouted to the white ballerina with a side ponytail and dressed like a princess behind her to the right, who had a rapier in her hand and following Ruby as closely as she could. If she could just catch up to the aircraft and latch onto it…

"Who do you think I am!?" Weiss' shrill cry was accompanied by the appearance of a large complex red glyph a dozen feet in front of Ruby. With a grunt, Ruby stepped onto the glyph. It pulsed with a burst of light and bounced Ruby about thirty feet up into the air. Unhooking her weapon, the Crescent Rose, from her waist on the back, she cocked the short rifle and fired a round behind her. The blue-tinted muzzle flare lit the area up for a moment, and Ruby could feel her body lurch forward as it was propelled further still, her speed increasing to the point where the wind was threatening to rip her cloak from her dress.

The moment she reached the top of her trajectory, a white glyph in the same double snowflake shape as the blue one appeared under her slightly in front. Weiss was not far behind Ruby in the air; with a wave of her rapier, several additional glyphs appeared, serving as a platform for the team to hop up. Giving a small smirk, Ruby cycled her weapon and pulled her trigger once again when she found purchase against the glyph in mid-air. With a grunt, she leaped up again, using the recoil and the force of the round to propel her farther forward.

"Woo-hoo!" Nora was behind Ruby as well. She was much less concerned about how they were leaping between precariously small platforms in mid-air high above the earth where a single misstep would cause them to fall to their deaths, but more about how enjoyable the entire experience was. Ruby had no time to think about how Nora looked at the moment, as she was focused on reaching the aircraft itself.

The hatches of the plane opened, two on the side and one on the back. The plane turned out to be a military variant; machine guns were brought to bear, and a split second later, a stream of bullets and tracers grazed past Ruby toward the ground. Ruby had to use her rifle to adjust her flight path. In the air her maneuverability was greatly diminished, and she had little time to return fire. But whenever she reached the top of her trajectory, there was always a white glyph under her, appearing split seconds before she would start her descent. Her landing was surprisingly heavy; the glyph released a burst of light as it cushioned her foot, and with another shot she soared up. There was only a dozen feet before she could lodge Crescent Rose into the plane and provide an anchor for everyone else to grab on.

Roman Torchwick appeared in the rear hatch. The man was sharply dressed for a criminal, not to mention the thick lit cigar he had in his mouth. He had a head full of curly orange hair, with bangs long enough that covered his small green right eye. A black bowler's hat with a red stripe adorning the portion immediately above the rim covered his head. He wore a white overcoat with tall red collars, inside which a grey scarf was wrapped around his neck. Ruby would have loved to reach for that scarf and turn it into a noose, but he was a bit too far away. With a hand wrapped in a black glove, Roman held his cane and pointed it toward Ruby. The bottom of the cane flipped up into a crosshair, and he fired.

A red glowing projectile screamed for her. It was fast, but Ruby prepared for it the minute Roman's figure emerged from the hatch. Twisting her body to the side, the blob barely missed her when it travelled inches from her front. There was no time to complain about the heat radiating from the projectile, and Ruby spun in mid-air, Crescent Rose expanding into its full scythe form.

"Give her back!" Ruby yelled, her hand landing on a white glyph as she flipped in mid-air. Cycling Crescent Rose again, she fired behind her, propelling her close enough to the rear hatch that with one swing she could lodge the tip of the Rose into the metal.

"Oh, is this what you want, red?" That cool, mocking voice made Ruby want to slice him in half right there, but he was holding up an unconscious Blake with his hand.

Ruby grunted and her eyes narrowed. How cowardly, using his hostage as a shield! She was about to respond when she saw a white stream fly past the aircraft and plant itself firmly into the wing on the right before exploding. The blast rocked the aircraft and almost made Roman lose his footing. His grip on Blake loosened, and the girl fell from the hatch into Ruby's body.

"NORA! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?" Weiss was indignant. The upward momentum Ruby had was immediately neutralized when Blake landed in her arms, and Blake's body blocked the red girl dressed in a frilly Gothic dress so that she could not swing her scythe.

"Kids these days, crazy as bats—whoa, whoa, no, no, no, no, NO!" Roman finally managed to stabilize his stance, though something else rolled past his foot. Catching sight of what it was, his eyes widened and he almost stepped off of the plane to catch it, only to be stopped by a pair of his henchmen.

The device that slipped out of the cargo hold was a small, studded sphere, not unlike a spiky ball with all the sharp spikes chopped in half at the middle. Each stud had a small gem on top of it, and each gem glowed with a different, radiant color. The sphere itself was silvery grey, most likely made out of some precious metal, but it was hard to discern in a split second.

"Get it back! GET IT BACK!" Roman wailed, ordering his henchmen to achieve something that was frankly impossible. The Bullhead lurched forward, pulling further away from the object and Ruby. The studded sphere collided with Blake on her stomach, and the impact seemed to be the last straw in destabilizing it. The studded gems turned black, and Ruby could not quite describe the phenomenon other than that they emitted black light. The light soon turned into a swirling sphere, and it was as if space itself bent, buckled and broke along with it.

Ruby was right in the middle of everything. She could only hold onto Crescent Rose and Blake's soft body. Light swirled and scenery faded, and the shattered moon twisted when the sphere drew them deeper and deeper into it. Beyond the edge of the sphere, she could see Yang leaping into it feet-first, and Weiss being sucked into it hair-first.

Would this be the end?

What was going to happen?

The sputtering of the engine faded as well, and Ruby sank into a world of black silence.

"Wait, what? You're choosing the Recon Corps?"

The day after the final day of training for the 104th Trainee Squad was bright and sunny. It was the last day of duties for the recruits. They would then elect a branch of the military to join; that would then decide their future. And at the moment, they were talking about just that while they scrub and maintain the cannons on top of Wall Rose.

The surprised question came from Eren Yeager, who had paused his scrubbing of the cannon barrel. He was a rather tall man, despite the fact that he was barely 15 years old. His teal-green eyes beneath his chestnut-colored bangs stared at the short man with a buzz-cut in front of him, who was squatting down and adjusting the gears on the base of the cannon beside his. On his hips, the complex piece of equipment named the "Three-Dimensional Maneuver Gear" hang quietly, only giving some complaints when he rubbed or brushed against it. The revelation came as a surprise to him: "Conny, you ranked eighth in the squad! Didn't you say that you were going to join the Military Police?"

"Well, yeah, that'd be nice, no doubt about it, but… you see…" The smaller man, Conny Springer, replied with some stutter before being interrupted by another recruit.

"Your little speech from yesterday worked, it seems." Thomas Wagner stood beside Eren. At a nice and impressive 5 foot 5 inches, he stood slightly shorter than Eren. He had a head of blond hair, trimmed and cut cleanly unlike Eren's head of disheveled chestnut. Only the top ten graduates in each batch of trainees were able to join the Military Police. Conny was the 8th, and Eren himself was the 5th.

"No! That ain't it…" Conny sputtered in what seemed to be embarrassment, but Eren could not tell due to the angle of Conny's face being in the shadows away from his sight, "well, it's 'cause… um… yeah, that's it! It's 'cause I can't stand being in the same squad as that guy! Yeah!"

"That doesn't explain how you want to join the Recon Corps instead," Thomas teased, his voice mocking the shorter guy. Conny's only response for that was a loud forced "shut up" to cover his lack of a clever retort.

"It isn't anything to be embarrassed about, you know," Thomas continued despite Conny's protest, scratching his chin as if there were something there that was bothering him. "You know what has to be done, but you can't find the courage to do it. It happens, and you're not the only one…"

Eren found the entire conversation between Conny and Thomas surprising to say the least. He still remembered the day when they chose to join the military. Conny was among many that were shameless enough to admit that they joined the military for a comfortable and rewarding life in the Military Police. That had to be part of the reason why only the top ten graduates had the opportunity to choose and join the Military Police, he thought; if the restriction was not there, there would definitely be a lot more who choose to join the Military Police. After all, their main activity was against those they should be protecting and not against who they should be fighting.

"That guy" that Conny was talking about was Jean Kirstein, ranking at the 6th out of the batch of recruits. As far as Eren knew, Jean's intentions to join the Military Police had never changed, nor would it ever change. He had always been a pessimist—or "realist", as he himself called it—and he had never thought about "throwing his life away against the enemy against which humanity had no chance of winning". A despicable man he was; besides, Eren never liked how he looked at Mikasa. He was about to say something, when a rather high-pitched voice panted: "Excuse me everyone, but…"

Eren turned around to see the 9th member of the top ten graduates, Sasha Blause. The brunette had her hair tied back into a pony tail as usual, but Eren found her excessive perspiration and panting strange. It was not a hot day, and on top of the wall it was even cooler with the wind, but Sasha for some reason seemed like she was exerting herself fairly recently, and there was a rather large bulge under her uniform jacket to his left.

"I stole some meat from the officer's supplies," the brunette said between pants, revealing the bundle of salted meat bound with strings under her jacket. Meat was a rare commodity inside the walls, because pastures and ranches took up way too much space and the humans could not afford to waste precious farmland to feed luxury items such as cattle. Only the most privileged and the richest echelons of the society would have access to meat, and even then it was not an item regularly present at their dinner tables.

The boys' jaws dropped simultaneously as they gaped at the brunette. In fact, everyone who saw her had their jaws firmly planted on the ground. There was a moment of silence on the walls. Nobody knew what to say at that. On the one hand, it was meat, something that they had only during festivals. On the other hand, if it were found out, not only would Sasha be in big trouble, everyone at the scene would be punished accordingly.

"What are you, stupid!?" Thomas was the one to break the silence. "Are you trying to get yourself locked in solitary confinement, Potato Girl!?"

"There ain't no brain inside that skull of hers!" Conny joined in.

"So incredibly idiotic it's kind of scary!" Another female recruit joined the conversation. She—Mina Carolina—had a head of black hair bound into two shoulder-long tails to the side and onyx black eyes. Indeed, there was about half a dozen recruits around Sasha then, and everyone was gaping at her reckless stupidity. But all of them were then salivating at the prospect of having meat.

Sasha was the most obvious one. She was blushing, her breathing was hard and heavy, and a small cloud of steam seemed to rise from her head. Ever since the first day of recruit training, she had earned the nickname "Potato Girl", when the Drill Sergeant found her eating a boiled potato while they were standing in formation for initiation. Upon being questioned, she had the audacity to split the potato in half and offer to share it with the Sergeant. It was, according to her, a rather generous gesture, and the recruits tended to believe her after she chose to run laps around the camp until she collapsed of exhaustion instead of missing lunch. At the moment, her saliva was dripping down her chin with each exhale, and Eren could not tell whether she giggled in euphoria or in delusion: "Ehehe, we can all share it later… slice it up, it between some bread… ehehehe…"

"Go put it back before anyone finds it missing!" Thomas almost yelled at Sasha. Instead, Potato Girl simply walked toward the crate of ammunition lying beside a cannon, opened it, and gently dropped the bundle of salted meat inside.

"We'll be fine," she said, closing the crate and patting the lid with her hand as if she were petting a puppy, "we'll be able to have plenty more cows and sheep when we recapture the land—"

It was then a dark sphere began to open above the group. There was a rather loud crackle and pop as it opened into a man-sized sphere, and then Eren found something landing on top of him as it was ejected by the sphere. He was a slender guy with not too bulky a build, and that something was soft and warm and human-sized. He collapsed on the ground, finding the mass suddenly on top of him, and then his head hit the top of the wall with a light thud.

"Ow," the object that landed on top of him groaned with a high-pitched voice. Eren could feel his stomach and innards squish under the weight. He was fairly certain that it was a person that landed on top of him, but given the mass, he could not stand up. Not only that, she had the audacity to wriggle her bum and crush his innards further!

"Could you please get up!?" Eren demanded, propping his upper torso up with his arms. The girl complied almost immediately, rolling off of him nimbly like a cat, and that was when he caught a glimpse of the whole situation. Thomas, Conny and Sasha each had a person land on them, and the blackened sphere was nowhere to be seen.

The girl that landed on top of him was wearing a black blouse with what seemed to be a corset, secured on her abdomen with crisscrossing black straps on top of dark red fabric. She was wearing a belt with a satchel and a cross to his left and some cylindrical objects in a belt to his right. Her skirt was likewise black with a red frilly edge, and her legs were covered with a translucent black fabric to below the knee, where a long pair of black leathery boots fastened with crisscrossing red straps covered her lower legs and her feet. She had a full head of straight dirty red hair and a pair of grey eyes. A hooded cloak was attached to her shoulder. Her strange attire was not the feature that attracted his attention, however. She was holding the largest scythe he had ever seen. It towered easily over him or the diminutive redhead when standing on its shaft, and if she had planted the blade down on the ground, he was pretty sure that the shaft when held parallel to the ground would be at shoulder level to the girl. The scythe was not made from a single piece of metal and a wooden shaft like a farming tool, either: it had obvious segments on its greyish blade, guarded by its red and black spine. On the other end of the scythe, there was a sharp bladed hook as well. There was a strange trapezoidal protrusion from the similarly segmented shaft, and there was a handle to the side whose purpose Eren could not fathom.

The other three arrivals were also dressed in outlandish gear. The girl that landed on top of Thomas was wearing an elegant bluish white dress, though the frilled end of the skirt only reached halfway down her thigh. It was fastened around her waist with white ribbons that fragmented into frills at the end. On her back there was a rather large satchel. She was wearing a short pair of boots with a V-shaped opening at the front. The tip of the shoes were white; an ornate piece of silver separated the tip from the rest of the shoe, which was watery blue and had rather sharp, high heels. The collar was azure on the outside and red on the inside, surrounding a small teardrop-shaped gem that adorned her neck on a necklace. She had absurdly long white hair tied into a side tail, draping as long as to the back of her knee. The tail was fastened with a piece of silver that frayed into jagged edges like a crystal of ice. She had a pair of penetrating blue eyes, and Eren could not help but draw his attention to the scar on her left eyelid. In her hand, there was a rapier as ornate as the rest of the girl's dress, with a rather bulgy crossguard that had a strange cylinder in the middle.

The girl that landed on top of Conny was a blonde, buxom babe. She had a head of gorgeous wavy hair that draped all the way down to her waist, and skin fair as the snow, though it was a healthy shade of slight pink instead of the white princess' paleness. Her eyes were amethyst purple: it was the first time Eren had ever seen someone with that eye color. Conny's head was unfortunate enough—or fortunate enough, depending how one looked at it—to be lodged between the considerable bulges on her chest, contained only by a daring low-cut shirt inside a rather brownish short-sleeved jacket. Her lower body was almost completely exposed save for a pair of incredibly short black shorts covering her hips, secured in place by a leather belt. Her shoes were leather boots similar to what Eren wore, but it was fastened with zippers instead of crisscrossing strings. Strangely, she did not seem to carry any weapon, though Eren did notice the matching golden bracelets she wore.

The last girl was unconscious and she landed with a soft thud on top of Sasha, unfortunately smashing the Potato Girl's face into the crate. What she wore was far less modest than the rest. Her theme was black and white, with what seemed like a generously cut-down tuxedo covering her outside with its twin tails. She wore a skin-tight white blouse inside, on the top and on the bottom, leaving her pale, firm belly exposed to the air. Her thigh-high black leather leggings were hoisted up by a pair of garter belts; on the side of her legs just below the edge of the legging, a white flame-like symbol that looked slightly like belladonna flowers was inscribed in rather glossy leather. Her shoes were shorter with short heels as well. She had wavy flowing black hair, adorned on the top with a black bow tie. On her back, there was something that looked like a sword but was not quite a sword; it had a slight curve to it, and its hilt and cross guard consisted of strange blocky shapes.

"Blake!" The red-haired girl yelled, dashing toward the black-haired woman and holding her up in her arms away from Sasha. Blake was coming to consciousness with a small moan, her eyelids slowly lifting to reveal amber, piercing eyes.

"Who are you?" Eren asked. They were obviously not from this world. Nobody they knew dressed like that, and given that the remnant of humanity was a pretty small number already, that was certainly proof enough. What was that dark sphere? Why were they dropped here?

The girls were as confused as everyone else. They were somewhat surprised, as well, because somehow they could understand Eren. "I'm Ruby Rose… where am I?" the redhead opened her mouth to answer that question and to follow up with questions of her own.

Standing in front of Ruby was a guy almost a head taller than she was. He had a head of chestnut-colored hair and piercing steel-grey eyes. He was wearing a rather simple drab-colored short jacket with a crest of crossed swords on top of a shield on the left breast pocket. Under that was a garment of a lighter drab color, secured in place with belts and buckles. Dark red cloth wrapped around his hip, secured in place with more belts and buckles. His pants were dull grey, and similarly secured in place with buckles and straps, all the way down to his knee, where his long, dark red boots began.

But his attire was not what caught her attention. He had a set of objects on his hips. It consisted of two rather bulky boxes on the side of the hip and a small drum-like object on the back. The boxes were rather long and had a cylinder of similar length resting on top. The cylinders were connected with a pair of loose handgrips with what seemed like hand brakes on top and triggers on the other side, and the barrel at the back with hoses.

"You're on top of Wall Rose," Eren rubbed his head and stood up, and Ruby did the same. "I am Eren Yeager of the 104th Trainee Squad, and—"

"NORA!" The white-haired girl let out a loud scream that made Eren's ears ring. And then, she stuttered and looked around, not at all concealing her shock: "Just… where are we right now?"

"Ow…" The blonde's reaction was far more subdued than Weiss'. Rubbing her head, she seemed to be in a state of shock before realizing her position. She was lying belly-to-belly against Conny, whose Maneuver Gear was pinching around her hips. Given how tall she was, Conny's face was precisely sandwiched between the soft mounds. The shorter boy's muffled cries were enough to get her to stand up with a spring: "Sorry about using you like a cushion."

"N-no, it's, uh… a-any time!" Eren had never seen the boy's face gain luminescence like that.

"Well, like I explained, you're on top of the outskirts of the town that we call the Trost District," Eren continued. At this point, it may be useful to just to get to know them, because despite their outlandish clothing and their behavior, they may be able to help the next time the enemy attacked. "We are recruits on the Fixed Cannon Maintenance Team Four, and today's our last day before we officially join the military."

"I see…" Yang chuckled a little as she rubbed the back of her head, "well, it's kind of obvious that we aren't in our world any more…"

"Yeah," Eren nodded. They were right above the gate on the southernmost point of Wall Rose. The enemies are known to be attracted to clusters of humans, but at the top of the Wall it should not be too dangerous. Still, there were way too many people gathered at the same spot for his comfort. He gestured toward Blake: "Is your friend okay?"

"I'm… okay," the black-haired girl mumbled and rubbed her eyes. Her voice was surprisingly mellow and gentle, nothing similar to Weiss' and Yang's. "Where are we? The last thing I remembered was being knocked out and…"

"You're safe now, Blake," Ruby cooed, smiling.

"Well, 'safe' would be a relative term," Thomas added, choosing to temporarily ignore Weiss' high-pitched lecture to Nora. "Beyond this wall lives the last remnants of humanity. Ever since five years ago when they breached Wall Maria…"

"Wall Maria?" Ruby walked to the edge of the wall and looked down. She stumbled back a couple of steps and almost fell; it was Blake who supported and stabilized her smaller frame. "Whoa!"

"Pretty tall, huh," Thomas smiled at Ruby. The Walls were at least 150 feet tall, and they were wide enough for the entire group to comfortably gather into a circle without fear of falling over. "This is the only thing standing between humanity and total annihilation, and it's been standing for over 100 years."

"This is amazing!" Ruby looked around. The wall was lined with railway tracks both front and back, on top of which lay fixed cannons with adjustable base. The cannons were positively ancient looking: they were not rifled at all, and their bore was big enough to fit a human head into it. Beside the base of each cannon there was an ammunition crate that stored some amount of propellant and shells. The breech of each cannon can open as demonstrated by the cannon beside Sasha. The entire system was laid out as far as the eye can see, and the wall curved gently to the north when Ruby was facing the sun.

"Well, just having the wall isn't enough," Eren added, standing beside Blake and Ruby with his hands on his hips. "One day, humanity will strike back, and we'll exterminate those bastards and retake our land."

"Those bastards? Who are you talking about—" Suddenly, there was a bright orange flash of light. Then, a long, ominous shadow cast over Ruby and the group. The moment she turned her head, she saw the most terrifying thing in the world.

In front of her was a gigantic, flayed human face, resting on shoulders wide and thick enough to be considered walls on their own. The skull itself was at least twenty feet tall by her estimates; its nose was as tall as a cannon propped up vertically. Its eyes were comparatively small, but it was glaring down at Ruby as if it considered her as nothing but a snack. Its lips had no skin on it, leaving its teeth exposed; they extended far back into the head, and each one could easily be as wide as a human arm. Because there was no lips, it was as if it was smiling, mocking the humans for their "marvel of engineering".

There was a split second of silence as the recruits regarded the giant face in shock. Weiss held her breath; Yang directed her attention toward the giant, and her jaw was just about to drop to the floor. The entire world stood still as steam wafted from around the giant face.

The Titans were back.