I am only going to say this once: I don't own RWBY or Warhammer 40k. Shocking, I know.

This story was born of an idea what would happen if Chaos Space Marines attended Beacon academy. Yeah I know, kinda ridiculous scenario. That Idea would never fly like that. So I did some deep thinking. How would I make it happen? It think I found a quite enjoyable solution. This story tells about my RWBY-fyed versions of Adeptus Astartes. I call them Adeptus Venatores.

Many crossovers have a character/s from their universe somehow transported to another one. This is not that type of crossover. I have, to say it simply, taken 40k stuff and merged into RWBY world. It is the RWBY world with 40k stuff thrown in. The 40k universe does not exist in this story. Many things from 40k don't exist, others do, and some have been altered to suit better. There is no bigger galaxy outside of Remnant, there are no Aliens (at least in a same sense) or many other 40k things. But as you might have guessed from the name of this fic, Chaos is very much there. There was once an Emperor, he ruled Terra, he did have 20 sons, and they had a bit of a breakdown. This story also has some alternate Heresy in it. Darker than RWBY, not as dark as 40k with humor as a flavor.

If you are not well versed in 40k lore, you could just read this as an OC centric RWBY story that has some elaborate and strange things in it.

Big thanks to my beta reader Enuncia, without whom this story might never have been written.

The following story contains cursing, heresy, twisted morals, bad manners, unnecessary violence, necessary violence, hilarity and Chaos, among other things.

Chaos is the Prize Chapter 1

A dog could be heard barking in the night and its voice echoed lonely from the walls of the nearby buildings, sounding much louder against the silence. That was rare. It was rare to hear any sounds made by animals in this part of the city. The sound had a certain calming quality to it. It had such a different tone to that of a beowolf.

A cool night air flowed through the opened window as Nox placed the left hand piece of the Dike Talon on the table in front of him. The sizable, recently maintained and cleaned long clawed gauntlet reflected the sparse lighting of the room. It gleamed like is was just out of the workshop. Nox looked at its sharp blades that worked like fingers, before he picked up the almost perfect mirror pair of the weapon from the table. The only difference between the two talon gauntlets was the hole in the palm of the right hand one, where the weapon would channel dust from.

He sat by a table, opposite to the window where the view opened to the nightly city of Vale. He leaned back with his chair, his legs on the table and started to dismantle the other half of his dual weapons. A small lamp on the table provided illumination for him to work.

He did this almost every night, partly because the ancient and many times passed on weapon simply required good care taking to remain functional after all these years, partly because he had little else to do. One got much of time in the one's hands when one did not spent the nights the same way other people did.

He took one of the sharp silvery finger components and looked at it against the shattered moon's light coming from the window. He raised a piece of wet cloth and started rubbing the piece of metal. He took his time cleaning the part of his weapon. He had time.

Speaking of time... He turned his head and looked over his shoulder. The small apartment behind him was sparsely decorated and impersonal, as was common for a temporary residence. The clock on the wall showed it was almost two hours past midnight.

Sangur should have been back already. Though he was not famous from his time keeping abilities. Sometimes he would return to their shared apartment hours early, sometimes again Nox would not see him until the evening of the day after. But it did not really matter to Nox how long Sangur's little blood spilling voyages took. He would be back when he would be back and Nox was not going to babysit him about the time he comes home.

Nox organized the dust capsules his weapon used on the table. Most of them were empty and in a need of refilling. Fortunately, soon Nox would not have to bother using dishonest methods to secure more dust. Beacon Academy would take care of that once he started the semester.

Nox was not sure how to feel about the academy and his soon to begin time in there. He had thought about it often lately, ever since his and Sangur's deal with the headmaster of the huntsman school. He was not hyped about it, but on the other hand he did not really have anything else to do either. The school would take care of many of his problems, but on the other hand it would place restrictions upon him like never before in his life. He and Sangur would have to be more on their toes in the future because now they would be under watch more or less constantly. And if they happened to stray from the narrow path, their situations would become really uncomfortable in a record time. They would have to cover things up well if they slipped. Nox would have to try to make sure Sangur stayed on a leash, but he was not sure that he was up to the task.

He paused for a moment and watched out of the window. He knew he was looking in the direction of the academy, but it was concealed by the darkness and the distance.

A huntsman. His mouth twitched a little, unsure whether to smile mockingly or frown in disgust. He disliked the name. And soon he would be considered as one. He would be associated with all the others who were huntsmen or huntresses. He did not like it but there was nothing to be done about it. Ozpin had taken something as an assurance from Nox, and if Nox wanted to ever see it again, he would have to follow the headmaster's terms. Was it really different from anything in the past? There was nothing new about fighting the Grimm. If things got too intolerable, he and Sangur could just say "F it" and hit the road. Like they had done with Terra. That was what they would more or less do anyway when they graduated if not before. If they took their leave early, it would unfortunately mean losing the Nox's treasure Ozpin held in his possession, but there was a limit for what Nox was willing to endure. The leader of the hunter academy could not force Nox to became a hunter. Nox had no desire in the slightest to fight and die for the people of the kingdoms, or anyone really.

That was the a thing that Nox had realized soon after he had left the ruins of Terra behind. There were hell of lot of things he did not want to do, but he had nothing that he really wanted to do. Except maybe go around scaring little children from time to time.

He was just about to detach the dust activation piston from his weapon when he heard the door open and then slammed back shut. Nox did not bother to stop the maintenance of his weapon. He heard heavy steps walk behind him across the room. He also heard when something heavy and metallic was hurled aside. Nox did not say a word as Sangur opened another door and left the main room of the apartment.

After a few more moments, Nox took a pause and turned his head. Sangur's Skalathrax was thrown on a shelf in the corner of the room. The crimson dual chainaxes were a bit dirty and showed signs of recent use. Nox could smell the dirt and the odor of the old weapon's engine's exhaust fumes. But there was no stench of blood, nor were the teeth of the weapons coated red. This time. Tonight they had shredded the bodies of the soulless one, and the flesh and gore of the creatures of Grimm disintegrated soon after death, and so the weapons were clean.

It looked like Sangur had managed not to involve humans in his bloodletting. It was good that it was so. Not because Nox cared about who Sangur slayed in his red frenzy, but because the deal would be off if Ozpin found out. And Nox did not like how the headmaster seemed to be awfully well aware of their doings. Vale was not like Vacuo. It was harder to get away with lot of things here then it was in the other Kingdom. The officials of Vale were much more attentive, and Sangur was not really the type who covered his tracks well or cleaned up his own mess.

Nox heard Sangur return from the other room, but still did not turn to look. He continued handling his weapon as he said "Did you have any problems?"

"No," Sangur grunted shortly. "I am going to sleep."

"You do that. I keep my eyes wide open," Nox replied as he started cleaning the chamber of his weapon where the dust capsules went.

Sangur left the room, leaving Nox to his devices. Nox was jealous of Sangur and his sleep. He was tired like he had stayed up for a week, which he almost had, but he could not do like Sangur and withdraw to a peaceful slumber.

He wanted to do it, but he could not, not yet. Not this night. He would have to wait.

Nox kept on treating his weapon, like he done thousands of times before. He stripped it down to its barest components, cleaned every part multiple times, before putting it all back together. Then he kept on cleaning the assembled weapon until it could not have been any more pristine. He pulled it onto his hand and tested that it worked without a hitch. As he flexed his fingers, and the sharp claws gleamed like they were made of pure silver.

A lone fly flew through the open window, the sound of its wings dominating otherwise completely silent room. The insect started to buzz around the lamp, lured in by its modest light. Nox observed it as he carefully took a dust capsule from the table. He clicked open the chamber slot of the weapon in his right hand, slipped the capsule in and encased it. After that he reached out with his talons, the hole in the palm part of the weapon upwards. There was an audible unrefined click as a piston inside the weapon ignited the dust in way that more modern weapons never would have. A small, well contained blue spark of electricity appeared from the dust channeling outlet, engulfing the bladed fingers in dancing sapphire lightnings. The power of the dust was channeled on a minimal capacity, so the weak strands of electricity did not even compete with the illumination of the lamp.

Nox suddenly slashed with his weapon, using his semblance to identify the exact location of the tiny bug. It would have been almost impossible to kill it with just the claws, but the blue sparks of The weapon made his hand like a big electrified swatter.

The metal made contact with the fly, scorching the helpless little insect instantly. Because screw the Plague God.

Nox quelled the dust generated mini thunder from his weapon. Then he took it off from his hand and laid the right talon on the table. He picked up the left one and started maintaining it again. He kept on doing this until the first rays of sunlight could be seen on the horizon.

The Gods were there.

There was no words to describe their magnificence, nor could a mortal mind comprehend their whole essence. There were no greater beings in existence. And the great Pantheon rewarded those who carried out their will.

The Gods were...

Azuhrius opened his eyes. Had he fallen asleep?

He fixed his posture on the gaudy chair that was bolted to the floor and looked around. The cabin of the airship was completely silent. Lights were out, and only weak illumination came from a small circular window on his left that showed the starry night sky and the dark sea extending endlessly on the horizon.

Opposite of him, on the other side of the table between them, Kaltrina sat on a similar chair, manipulating the scroll in her hands. Her black and aquamarine racer jacket was placed on the back of her chair, and the black shirt she was wearing had no sleeves. The green Hydra was clearly visible on her right shoulder, an identical tattoo to what Azuhurius also had on his shoulder under his clothes.

He reached out with his hand for his own scroll that was on the table, shoving off the blanket in his lap in the process. Kaltrina must have draped it over him after he had fallen asleep.

He picked up his scroll from the table and checked the time. There was still over an hour before they would arrive to Vale. Airships sure were fast. Azuhrius did not want to even think about how much time it would have taken for them to travel from Vacuo to Vale, if he had not been able to acquire a conveyance from this ship.

His movements drew Kaltrina's attention from her scroll to him.

"Did you have nice dreams?" she asked with a gentle smile.

Azuhrius looked at her. "Yes... No... I am not certain, actually."

"What did you dream of?" she asked curiously.

He thought about it for a while. He had something in his mind, a vague feeling of what he had dreamed about, but he could not recall anything solid. "I... I am not sure," he replied. His eyes remained unfocused for a while as he fought to combine the pieces of the dream that were slipping away from him. But the dream was gone, he was awake now and such things mattered little anyway.

There was a small portable chess set on the table next to his scroll. He had played a match against Kaltrina some hours ago, shortly after airship started its journey. Unfortunately Kaltrina was not very good at playing chess. She had tried studying the game, had stubbornly tried to improve her skills, but she just did not possess the right mindset for it. She was no match for him. Azuhrius had stopped asking a long time ago for her to play with him, and when they did play, it was from Kaltrina's initiation.

Azuhrius liked playing chess. It was the only place where he would wage fair war against an opponent. Both players had the same pieces and almost mirrored starting positions at the beginning of the game. Chess was a perfectly balanced game. Victory went to the player with the sharper mind, to the one who would be able to play turns ahead better than their opponent. And in this Azuhrius excelled.

One must always think about the long term. In chess, and in war. That was the way of the XXth. But unlike in chess, a war should be fought as unfairly as possible.

"Want to play again?" Kaltrina said hopefully, as she saw his gaze linger on the chess set.

"No, not right now." He had no need for another easy win. "Some other time."

He checked the corners of the room with his eyes, confirming that the two of them were the only ones in the room.

"Where is Orchid?" he asked returning his gaze to her.

"He went out some time ago. I guess he wanted to look around the ship," she replied.

Azuhrius sighed lightly.

"You did not tell him to stay in here with us for the journey," Kaltrina reminded him.

"Just because I don't forbid him of doing something does not mean it is okay to do it."

It did not really matter. Orchid would just blend in with rest of the passengers, and as long as he did not pull attention to himself, nobody would probably check for his ticked and discover he was free traveling. On the other hand, Orchid was not the most subtle of the individuals. Azuhrius would have preferred if he had stayed with them.

"I will probably have to talk to him about things like rules and restriction. Again. Just to make sure he understands."

He knew Orchid was capable of doing something like going undercover. If he had not been, Azuhrius would not have included him in this. You just could never be sure with anything with Orchid, and Azuhrius did not like when he was not able to be sure with something. He could guide Orchid and contain him rather well. It was not that difficult, when he had the right methods and tools. But he did not even remotely have full control over the eccentric guy. He would just have to try his best, and put some trust in Orchid.

"I wonder if it would help him if we wrote down some basic rules," Kaltrina suggested.

Azuhrius gazed at the ceiling thoughtfully.

"He might be able to follow them better, if he just had them written up somewhere where he could check anytime," she continued. "Like an "Absolutely Don't"- memo. Things like 'Don't kill anyone unless Azuhrius tells you to'. You know, the basics," she elaborated.

"That is actually very good idea," Azuhrius mused.

"I will start making the first draft immediately!" Kaltrina said enthusiastically, fingers already flying over her scroll.

"No, you don't have to start now," he said while watching the door. "Do you have any idea where he might be?"

Kaltrina lowered the hand held smart device. "No I don't. Do you want me to go look for him?"

"Yes, I think that would be the best. We are closing in on Vale, and we must be ready to take our leave as soon as we enter the city's airspace."

"As you wish," Kaltrina said, and stood up from her seat. The door of the room closed behind her, leaving Azuhrius alone to think about scheming and stuff.

It took over half an hour for Kaltrina to find Orchid. At first she had searched near the engine room of the airship, because she deducted it would be the noisiest place on the vessel. And Orchid loved loud noises. However the walls of the engineering deck proved to be quite soundproof, and since the lock of the door to the area was not busted, Kaltrina concluded that he must be somewhere else.

She finally found him from quite unexpected location: one of the small storage rooms of the ship. There he was, just sitting on the floor between locked lockers that held belongings of the passengers that were on board the ship legally.

"You could have said where you were going before you left," Kaltrina said with a tone that was strict enough that it shoved her disapproval, but not enough to offend Orchid, or at least she hoped so. Azuhrius had ordered her not to be too lax with Orchid, as he had to be kept in check. She did not know Orchid that well, but some of his cousins back at Terra were easy to get set off by a tiniest sign of disrespect, so she exercised some caution when dealing with him. It was really unlikely that Orchid would actually do something to her, as she was an important part of Hydra Network and Azuhrius had very, very strictly prohibited Orchid from laying a hand on her or any woman during their mission. But like Azuhrius often said, you could never be sure with Orchid.

He slowly and unhurriedly shifted his gaze from the small window of the room to her. His eyes focused on her after an inappropriately long moment.

His eyes always unnerved her. They were the color of strident pink, glaring out almost like a neon lights. But they were dim and without spirit, like something was clouding them. Like seriously, they looked so unnatural that somebody might actually question Orchids eyesight.

But Kaltrina preferred them that way. She had seen those eyes unshrouded.

"It is not like I knew where I would end up when I left," he replied after a lengthy pause. He really looked like a drug addict just laying there with poor posture and foggy expression. Oh wait, he was just that. Most certainly biggest drug addict on the planet.

"Have you taken doses again? I mean, more than normal?" Kaltrina said with a hint of irritation in her voice.

"It is not like there is anything else to do on this ship. Azuhrius said not to cause commotion. They did not even let me into the engine room."

"You tried to get in?"

"They said it was off limits for passenger."

Kaltrina massaged the bridge of her nose. At least he did not force his way in. "So then you just went and decided to fill your veins with even more of gods knows what and hang out in a storage room. While we are just about to arrive and need to get off this ship soon," she stated. "Fortunately we are not dealing with anything too timing sensitive."

"You scions of XXth and your discipline," Orchid huffed.

"Discipline leads to victory," Kaltrina cited coldly. "you should try it some time."

"Not really my thing," Orchid said as he pulled a small metal cylinder from his pocket. Without further hesitation he pressed it against his neck, and there was a faint hiss as the contents were injected into his body.

Kaltrina sighed as he turned towards the door. "Have you ever been clear? Ever?"

"Yes, the first few years of my life...," Orchic replied sluggishly. "And they were total hell..."

"Well get yourself together. We are about to get off this ship. Come on, Azuhrius is waiting."

Orchid rose from the floor with perfect coordination, which was an amazing feat considering how much drugs there probably were in his system. It would have been impossible for any other individual in a same situation, if they would not have been already dead from poisoning. This reminded Kaltrina that drugs just not were the same thing to Orchid as they were for other people. She should really stop talking to him about them like he was normal human being.

"Let's go," she said as she stepped out of the storage, Orchid few steps behind.

The night air rushed to meet them as Azuhrius opened the pressure sealed door of the airships outer hull. It was still dark, but the first rays of lights could be seen on the horizon, soon to be shining on the nightly city of Vale below them.

Orchid stepped on to the metal of the long passage that ran along the side of the airship exposed to the elements. Azuhrius and Kaltrina were standing by the safety rail at the end of the passage, and Orchid joined them to grab support against the air current of the still moving airship. Behind him, the hatch closed automatically, as the emergency opening was overridden by the system's protocol that dictated that all hatches must be closed during the flight. The Ship had reached the Kingdom, so it did not move as fast because it was preparing to land, but still a strong gust of wind might cause a careless person to lose their foothold.

Azuhrius was peeking over the rail at the city below. "This is good enough. Gear up, we are dropping out here." Azuhrius pulled out Stalker from behind his back, and started fiddling with the under slung grappling hook of the bulky metal gray gun. Beside him, Kaltrina was pulling on a climbing vest and attaching wires.

"We are just going to jump?" Orchid asked glancing over the rail. They were still pretty high.

"As I explained during the mission briefing," Azuhrius replied.

"So... did you hand out parachutes at some point?"

"We are too low for them to be any use. You are using you own landing strategy. I asked you if you required wiring during the briefing, and you said there was no need," Azuhrius said as he attached the bindings of a vest same kind as Kaltrina's. Now that he mentioned it, Orchid did remember something like that from the boring mission talk that Azuhrius had held.

When Azuhrius was done with his vest, he gave Kaltrina a small nod and she immediately connected the wires of her vest with those of Azuhrius'. She Tightened them so that she was tied against him closely and safely. Azuhrius would have been okay without the vest, but Kaltrina was not an Aura user and required some assistance with landing safely.

"My own landing strategy..." Orchid said glancing again briefly into the depths. Yep, they were still high.

"So we are ready to go?" Azuhrius asked. Orchid looked at him and Kaltrina tied against him. She was manipulating a strand of her jaw length blue hair with her hand, that she had colored just because Azuhrius liked blue. She had a straight face, but Orchid could see her laughing behind her eyes. She must have really enjoyed the situation all around.

"Yeah..." Orchid replied.

With that Azuhrius stepped against the railing with Kaltrina still tied to him, shot the Stalker's grappling hook into the deck and hurled them both over it. Orchid had just the briefest glimpse of the falling pair before the wind took them with it.

Orchid jumped after them couple of seconds later, cursing silently.

So, what do you think? Does this seem like it will be a good RWBYhammer40k story? I tell you, I have big plans for this.

I will have a list of all the OC characters of this story in my profile so that it is easier to keep up with all of them.

If you have no idea what is going on in this story, feel free to ask me.

Again, big thanks to Enuncia. If you have not already, you should check out his wonderful RWBY story: Bunny and the Bully (I would recommend reading it before this story for reasons). Don't forget to leave review for him from being awesome and writing awesome stuff.

Also leave a review for me, if you feel it in your heart.