Hello everyone, and welcome to my second story on . This is really just to test the waters to see if there's interest. At this point, I highly doubt that this will be uploaded weekly. This will be more of a side project to my main one, Rubys and Scales. To those of you coming over from that, I hope this one is a lot less heart ripping, though this first chapter man not seem like it.

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"Weiss, do you have the Dust?" Ruby shouted as she sliced through what felt like the thousandth Creep that day.

"Just a second…got it!" Weiss grabbed the Dust fuel from the wall and stuffed it in one of her pockets. She drew Myrtenaster and quickly stabbed a Beowolf that got too close. "How many do you think are between us and the bomb?"

"Way too many." Ruby fired several shots from Crescent Rose and cleared a temporary path through the horde. "Let's go!" The day had gone south incredibly fast. What started out as a simple mission to figure out why several control centers around the Emerald Forest weren't responding turned into a fight for survival under Mountain Glen. Whoever these Merlot Industries people were, they did not want people snooping around their territory.

They set up a bomb underneath Mountain Glen so powerful it could very well bring a good dozen square miles of the city above down on top of whoever was in the tunnels. At that time, Team RWBY was trying to get the bomb to a safer detonation location designated by Doctor Oobleck, who was supervising their mission, but it wasn't going well.

There was a green explosion up ahead, and Yang flew back into a cave wall. She peeled off the rock face and fell to the ground. "Yang!" Ruby used her Semblance to get to her sister's side in less than a second. She cleared out all the Grimm around her before helping Yang to her feet.

"You okay?"

Yang winced and groaned. "Lucky shot."

"You should know that those green ones explode by now!" Weiss yelled as she ran past.

"I'm good, Ruby," Yang said as she reloaded Ember Celica. "Let's get back in there." She ran forward with Ruby right on her heels.

"I could use some help here!" Blake called. Ruby looked to the sound of her teammate's voice and saw Blake surrounded by three Ursai.

"You got this Yang?" Ruby asked. The older sister answered by flashing a grin and sprinting off toward her partner. Ruby ran to catch up with Weiss. She was surrounded by several Creeps and Beowolves. While Weiss was undoubtedly a good fighter, her fighting style was focused on wearing her opponent down with many light attacks, meaning she struggled with the larger and more durable Grimm. Ruby helped her partner by slicing all the Grimm charging behind her in half.

"Nice timing, Ruby," Weiss commented as she stabbed a Beowolf through the eye.

"Come on! We're running out of time!" Ruby sank the tip on Crescent Rose into the head of an Alpha Beowolf. She spun around and cut the front legs off a few Creeps, disabling them. That gave Weiss and her an opening to get to the bomb. The two partners sprinted to the currently stationary mining cart.

Weiss inserted the Dust fuel into the cart so it would move. "How much time we have?"

Ruby looked at the timer. "One minute!" She looked down the tracks. The cart started to move, but at it's current speed, there was no way the bomb would get to the hole Dr. Oobleck said was down the line. Ruby turned back to her sister. "Yang! Can you push this thing any faster?"

Yang leapt into the air and fired her gauntlets behind her to give her the speed necessary to get to the bomb. She landed in a roll, then slammed her shoulder into the cart. Ruby could tell her sister was straining. Her legs dug into the ground after they struggled to find purchase. Veins showed through her arms as Yang tried to push the bomb further. The cart sped up a bit, but even with all of Yang's enormous strength, it just wasn't fast enough.

Ruby looked back at the timer. Thirty seconds. Her heart dropped. There was no way the bomb would get to the safe zone in time now. "RUN!" Yang pushed herself off the bomb and started sprinting. Weiss created several glyphs on the ground and ran across those to accelerate herself. Yang jumped on behind the heiress and grabbed Blake as she ran past. Ruby was still the fastest, and she ran to find a good sniping position to support her team.

When Ruby found a spot, the dug the end on her scythe into the ground and began shooting. It wasn't much, but she could at least thin out the horde a little. She cleared out several dozen Grimm in their path, making the travel for the rest of her team just a little bit easier.

Suddenly Ruby heard a growl to her side. She pulled Crescent Rose out of the ground and swung at the Grimm. Just before the scythe made contact, she saw the sickly green spikes on the creature's back. The Grimm exploded, blasting Ruby off her perch. She fell toward the ground, somehow still holding onto Crescent Rose. There was an impact to her side and she hit the ground relatively lightly. She looked in that direction and saw Yang's concerned face. "You okay?" the older sister asked.

"Yeah." Ruby looked toward the bomb. Three seconds.

Her eyes widened.

Her heart stopped.

Her voice caught in her throat. "No..."

The bomb exploded, sending a shockwave in every direction. The wave hit Ruby and she flew out of her sister's arms like a ragdoll. After that, she saw and heard nothing. If anything, she felt the sensation of slowly falling and her weapon in her left hand.

Is this what death feels like? she thought. I thought there was supposed to be a bright light at the end of a tunnel.

Ruby leaned her head back and closed her eyes (or at least the thought she did), resigned to her fate. Well, Mom, it looks like I'll be seeing you sooner than I thought, or hoped. Yang will probably be with us too. Hope you like Weiss and Blake. If all the stories are right, Dad and Uncle Qrow will be meet us in what feels like no time, too...

Suddenly, she felt a freezing wind on her face, then a soft impact into something just barely warmer. "Oof!" Ruby pulled her head out of whatever it was. "Snow...Weiss?" She looked to both sides, but didn't see any of her teammates. As she looked at her surroundings, she saw leafless trees instead of rock walls. She was in the middle of a forest?

Ruby stood up, still with Crescent Rose in hand. "Anybody out there? Weiss? Blake? Yang?" She didn't really expect an answer, but the silence still concerned her. "Anyone?" The only sound was the wind rushing through the empty tree branches.

"Am I dead?" she asked to herself. Ruby pinched her arm hard to check. There was supposedly no pain in Heaven, so she thought that that should be a good indicator. She didn't feel much through her sleeve, but she did feel something. Next she raised her right hand and slapped herself in the face. She definitely felt that.

"Okay…Okay…Not dead or asleep…Survival training…" Ruby took her Scroll out of a pocket and searched for a CCT signal. There was nothing in the area. That didn't mean there wasn't anyone listening for people. She opened the distress beacon app and started making an SOS recording.

"To anyone who can hear this, my name is Ruby Rose. I'm separated from my team in a snowy forest. I have no supplies and I have no idea where I am. My Aura's nearly gone, and this wind isn't helping. I need Evac ASAP." She set it on repeat and hoped the Dust battery had enough charge to keep the message going for a while.

Ruby grabbed a spare magazine for her sniper and removed two Burn Dust rounds from it. When held against the body, two of the bullets should in theory keep her warm. If not, she could always use them to start a fire. She folded up Crescent Rose to its travel form. While it still weighed the same, it was far less awkward to carry.

She started walking through the snowy forest, picking a direction at random. The stars and moon were covered with snow clouds, so she couldn't even use those to help figure out a direction. She only had her own instincts to guide her.

As Ruby walked, it became apparent that her Aura wasn't recharging. The base temperature and the wind chill sapped her strength and drained her Aura bit by bit. She raised her hood to hopefully protect her ears from the wind.

After one particularly bitter gust, Ruby looked at the thermometer on her scroll. "Minus five?" The wind blew again and the scroll calculated the wind chill. "Minus twenty?!" That would be lethal if she didn't find some sort of shelter soon. Even a large hollowed out tree would work.

Unfortunately, no shelter was to be found. There wasn't a shortage of trees in the ground Ruby covered, but none were large or thick enough to provide any decent shelter. There weren't any caves in the hills either. Her Aura was practically gone and was still draining quickly. She wouldn't survive much longer if she didn't find something soon.

Ruby trudged over a hill and saw something marvelous through a gap in the trees. Streetlights! She slightly picked up her pace, but that was hard to do with her freezing legs and foot-deep snow. When she was still several hundred feet away, she felt her Aura finally break.

The full force of the wind hit her. She gasped and wrapped her arms around herself. The two Burn Dust rounds were no longer effective at keeping her warm. She kept walking and fumbled around for more. Her fingers were already going numb from the wind though, making the task virtually impossible.

As Ruby approached the road, she stopped shivering. That meant that her body was so cold it didn't even have the energy to futilely try and warm her up. Her mind felt hazy and her vision blurred. Is this what hypothermia feels like?

Ruby made it to the edge of the road, but there were no cars in sight. It looked recently cleared so there went rescue from a snowplow. She looked both ways for any sign of a town or city, but the snow made visibility almost nothing. She picked a direction and started walking down the side of the road, hoping she was going the right way. Before she took three steps though, she tripped over her own feet. She fell forward and landed face first in the asphalt.

The road felt warm in comparison to the wind. It was so comfortable too, like her bed back on Patch. Ruby didn't get up, deciding to take a nap in her new bed...

"Looks like the snow's finally letting up," Fred commented.

"Maybe we shouldn't have come back tonight," Natalie murmured.

"You finally admit it!" Fred took his hands off the wheel for a second. "I don't know how you talked me into driving through a freaking snowstorm at night!"

"Remember the forecast for tomorrow? It was supposed to be way worse. And I thought you didn't mind driving at night."

"I don't when it's past midnight, snowing, and I'm exhausted from after that game!" Fred sighed, then chuckled a little bit. "Still, I can't say that game wasn't fun. You going to Frisco this year?"

"I'm planning on driving down with a bunch of other friends. Don't know if we'll be taking Lindsey's van or renting one for the trip."

"Should've joined the band. This will be my third time going, and I haven't had to pay a cent."

Natalie crossed her arms. "Yeah, that would have gone over so well."

"Not my fault you're the only one in the family who has no musical talent." Natalie fake gasped, then jokingly punched Fred's shoulder. "Hey, not while I'm driving!"

"No fun." Natalie shook her head, then looked up ahead in the road. "Looks like we got a deer on the side of the road."

Fred took his foot slightly off the accelerator. "Alive or dead?" He searched the road ahead for the animal. Sure enough, a little red pile was bunched up under a streetlight. "I don't think that's a deer. I've never seen a deer bleed that much from being hit by a car. It's mainly broken bones. Someone must have lost something." Fred looked in the rearview mirror and saw no one was behind him. He slowed down slightly so Natalie could get a better look as they drove by.

Right as they passed, Natalie gasped, then slapped Fred in the chest several times. "Pull over! Pull over! That was a person!" Fred slammed on the brakes and his relatively new car came to a stop after sliding forward slightly on the ice. He turned on his hazard lights and looked back in his seat behind the car. He slowly reversed his car behind the street light. Fred threw the car back into drive and parked just behind the person lying on the ground, being extremely careful not to hit them.

"Natalie, call 911!" Fred ordered as he removed his seatbelt. He flung open his door and ran over to the downed person. A gust of wind blew off their hood and revealed a teenage girl with black hair and red highlights.

She had a small cut on her forehead, and it most likely would have been bleeding if it hadn't frozen shut. There wasn't any discoloration on her face, meaning she hadn't gotten frostbite yet. Fred placed two fingers on the girl's neck. She still had a pulse.

Fred carefully picked the girl up and walked her over to his 2016 Camaro. Natalie stood outside her door with a phone to her ear. "Nat, clear one of the back seats. I don't care if you break anything."

"What are you doing?" she asked somewhat frantically.

"We can't leave her out here! It's not like we're kidnapping her. You're on the phone with 911!" Natalie gave a sideways nod, then placed her phone above the dashboard. By the time Fred got there, his cousin cleared out a seat with most of their stuff thrown on top of his trombone case. The blankets rested on top of everything. Fred and Natalie gently got the girl into the back seat and buckled her in. They both then got back in the car and closed their doors.

Fred snatched Natalie's phone. "You wrap her up, I'll do the talking." He raised the phone to his ear and turned the car's heater up all the way. "What have you been told?"

There was silence on the other end for a second. "That you found a person lying in the shoulder of I-94." The person on the other end paused.

"Well, we did, and she's alive. I'd say she's between thirteen and fifteen years old. There wasn't any obvious discoloration visible, but she could still have frostbite. Judging by the frozen cut on her head, she's been out here a while, and I'd have to guess she's in the early stages of hypothermia." Fred opened up the glove box and took out the first-aid kit. He handed it to Natalie. "Wrap her head up. Too much is better than not enough." Natalie nodded and opened the kit.

"Okay," the 9-1-1 receptionist said, "and did I hear that you brought her into your vehicle?"

"I don't know if that's against the law, but yes. She has a better chance in here than she does out there."

"Where exactly are you on the road?"

"Just passed the 75 exit, but I'm not planning on staying here long."

"I'm going to have to ask you to stay at that location until an ambulance arrives."

"With all due respect to the first responders, they'd take too long to get here. You can have someone meet me on the road there, but this girl needs medical attention as fast as possible."

Again, silence from the other end. "Alright. What is the description of your vehicle?"

"Dark green 2016 Chevy Camaro, Minnesota plates, I-P-B-I-Z-O-N."

Natalie turned back around and buckled in. "I've done all I could." Fred turned around to see the girl wrapped in several layers of blankets. He handed the phone back to Natalie."You talk, I'll drive." Fred buckled himself in and started driving down the road. Normally, with snow coming down he would have driven at least ten miles under the speed limit like any sensible person. Under the circumstances though, he drove slightly over it. It wasn't like there was anyone else on the road at that time anyway. Still, it took longer than he would have liked to actually reach the next exit to St. Cloud.

Shortly after the exit, Fred saw the red and blue lights of a police cruiser behind him. "Nat, did they say that they'd send an officer to take over?"

"No," Natalie said while looking back at their unconscious passenger. "They did say that they'd send an escort though." Sure enough, the cruiser pulled in front of the Camaro and sped up a little. Fred followed suit and trailed his escort through the city. There were few cars on the road due to the weather and late hour, so the escort was most likely to make sure all the stoplights were green.

After a few more minutes of driving, the two vehicles pulled into St. Cloud Hospital. Fred parked right outside the emergency room. A few doctors and nurses ran out the doors with a gurney in the center of them. Natalie stepped out of the car and moved her seat up. Fred pulled the blankets off the girl so the doctors could get her out slightly quicker.

Once the girl was heading inside, Fred finally allowed himself to breathe easily. He did all he could, now it was up to the professionals. That was a stressful fifteen minutes. It would make a nice story to tell the rest of the 'bones though, not to mention his emergency management classes.

An officer knocked twice on Fred's window. He hit the button to roll it down. "Yes, officer?"

"I'm going to have to ask you a few questions. But first, you're going to have to move your vehicle out of this area."

"Of course. I'll go ahead and park in the garage. Should I meet you right inside these doors?"

"That will do." The officer walked away and Fred rolled his window back up. Natalie sat back down in her seat and closed her door.

"Well, that was a thing," Fred said as he drove toward the visitor's garage.

"I need to call home. Mom and dad might get worried." Natalie opened her phone again.

"Probably a good idea. Mine are actually staying up until I get home."

"That might be a while." Natalie brought her phone up to her ear.

Fred yawned as he pulled into a covered parking spot. "I need another root beer."

Weiss Schnee didn't know how she got to a desert from Mountain Glen, but she didn't like it. Being raised in the snowy tundras of Atlas only worsened the experience. The temperature around her home barely raised above seventy degrees due to its proximity to the North Pole. Weiss' scroll said the temperature was a hundred and ten. At least it was a dry heat.

She had been walking in the sand for a few hours, and she was quickly running out of Ice Dust. She saved what she had left in case a real emergency popped up. In all that time walking, the only things that showed some sign of civilization were a few oddly shaped airships (Presumably from Vacuo, if the desert was anything to go by) high in the sky. For whatever reason, her scroll wouldn't contact the airships. If there was good in the situation, she didn't see a single Grimm.

When Weiss crested yet another sand dune, she finally saw some vehicles in the distance. Finally, a rescue! "Hey!" she yelled as she ran toward the trucks. "Over here!" A few of the people around the trucks looked in her direction, then entered their vehicles. The three trucks then sped over to the heiress. As they approached, Weiss saw large guns in the truck beds, shockingly reminiscent of Coco Adel's minigun, manned and pointed in her general direction.

Only then did she realize that she had made a terrible mistake by gaining their attention.

Her fears were confirmed when the trucks quickly surrounded Weiss and the men inside pointed their guns at her. The heiress raised her hands to show she wasn't holding a weapon. She made sure Myrtenaster was at the ready for when she made her escape, though.

One man left his truck and raised an assault rifle that looked very much like an KA-74 at Weiss. Some kind of bandanna covered the lower half of his face. He screamed at the heiress in a language she was unfamiliar with. "I don't understand what you're saying!" Weiss yelled back almost frantically, quickly starting to panic.

The Gunman's eyes widened slightly, then narrowed, and Weiss could have sworn the man smirked under his bandana. Then, with an accent as foreign to her as his clothing, said, "American. You'll do."

He turned to another of the trucks and yelled again. Six men got out of the other two trucks and moved toward Weiss. Two of them held metal bars in their hands.

Realizing it was now or never, Weiss quickly drew Myrtenaster and pointed it at the first man. "Call them off! I'm warning you!" He just laughed and said something else. The heiress heard a whooshing sound, then felt a metal bar hit the back of her head. Instead getting knocked unconscious like her assailants must have expected, she quickly turned around and stabbed the bar wielder in the gut. No Aura protected him, and he screamed in agony as the rapier went all the way through his lower torso.

The other members of the group shouted in panic and raised their guns. Weiss didn't give those on the ground the chance to use them. Using her Semblance to speed herself up, she rushed between all of them, taking them out in a similar way to the first.

Two of the miniguns on the back of the trucks opened fire on Weiss. She felt her Aura draining as the bullets hit her, but not as much as she expected. The Huntress flipped herself onto the back of one of the trucks and slashed at the gun's operator, nearly cutting his head off. After that, she manned the gun herself and took out the other two trucks, riddling them with countless bullet holes.

After barely a half-minute fight, Weiss was the only one still on her feet and uninjured. Everyone else lay dead or dying. As her adrenaline rush faded, she realized what she just had just done.

Ten people lay dead at her hands.

They were trying to abduct her, or worse, and they could have been connected to the White Fang, but that didn't make ending nearly a dozen people's lives any better.

She stood in shock for about a minute, then shook herself out of it. She had to get out of there, in case more soldiers came. Weiss let go of the machine gun she didn't know she'd been gripping so tightly until then and quickly opened the driver's side door.

Mercifully, there wasn't a corpse in the cab. The heiress got in and quickly drove off. She followed the tracks the trucks had made to get to her for a few miles, then veered off, deciding that going to where her attackers came from was a suicidal idea.

Weiss drove for some time, hoping she could come across something. Eventually, she saw a walled village in the distance. She stopped her stolen truck and walked around back again. While it would be nice to have the extra firepower the weapon provided, the locals might not approve of a truck with a large machine gun on the back. Since Weiss didn't have any actual tools, she sliced the legs off with her rapier and pushed the massive gun off. It would soon be covered by blowing sand.

The heiress drove to the village and parked outside. None of the interior roads looked big enough for the truck with all of the people walking around. Weiss left the vehicle and walked into the was a decrepit-looking place, with old, run-down buildings, dirt roads and pathways, and people in tattered clothing looking dirty and malnourished. It couldn't have been larger than a few acres, yet Weiss would have guessed there to have been hundreds of people in the streets alone.

How could anybody live like this? And how had this place not have been destroyed by Grimm yet? She hadn't seen anybody who looked like a Huntsman, and couldn't imagine there being one here who would let the village fall into such decay. How do these people defend themselves?

All the villagers were talking the same language as the kidnappers from before. All of them either looked at Weiss then quickly walked away, or pretended she wasn't there and quickened their pace, as if wanting to get away from her.

One elderly woman though made her way through the crowd toward Weiss, pulling her out of the open. She was wearing a veil that completely obscured her face and body like all the other women she'd seen, but her slow, slightly hunched gait indicated her age "You are American?" She asked in semi-broken Vytalian.

Weiss was about to say no, but that was the same word that her attackers used. Unlike those soldiers though, the woman didn't appear hostile. If anything, she appeared concerned. After a few seconds, Weiss replied, "Yes, I am."

The woman cautiously looked to either side of her, then back at Weiss. "Come. Not safe here." She turned and walked through an alleyway, towards the village wall behind the buildings. Weiss followed the woman, keeping her guard up. She wasn't exactly sure if the woman could be fully trusted, but she had no one else to trust at the moment.

The two made their way to the back door of a house. The woman looked around, then gave two quick knocks and opened the door. There weren't any lights and all the furniture in the room was missing some type of covering. Weiss didn't think she'd be anywhere near this place if she had a choice. Two other people were in the room, an aging man and a younger boy. The woman's husband and grandchild, perhaps?

The woman turned back to Weiss. "Why you here? Here very, very bad place."

"I don't know." Weiss took care to speak slowly so the woman could understand her. She sat down in one of the few chairs. "There was an explosion and I got separated from my team. I don't know where they are. I don't even know where I am. I was ambushed in the desert by some men who attacked me, and I took one of their vehicles." She looked down at her lap.

The woman blinked. "Team…You army?"

"What? No." Weiss fervently shook her head. "I'm a Huntress."

"Hunted..." The woman nodded sadly, misunderstanding what she said. "They take young women and children. Not safe here, you in danger."

"Wait... they take people... as in kidnapping?" Weiss suddenly felt far less guilty about killing those people.

"Yes. They keep in town. Do… bad things to them." The woman seemed on the verge of tears.

Whatever residual fear she felt was replaced by shock, then a steely determination as Weiss made up her mind. There was absolutely no question as to what to do next. She wanted to be a Huntress, and it was time to start acting like one. "Do you know where they took them?"

"These men weren't killed by bullets, ma'am," Private Parker said. "They've been slashed and stabbed. I don't think it's the new wildlife around here either. It's too smooth."

Lieutenant Clara Flowers looked around the devastation. This definitely wasn't the work of the coalition military. Only three of the corpses had bullet wounds, and there weren't any bomb craters anywhere indicating an airstrike. Since there were corpses left to observe, it couldn't have been Grimm either.

There was no way some bog-standard human could have taken out a convoy of armored vehicles with nothing but a sword; that was a forgone conclusion. No, this had to have been the work of someone with superhuman abilities.

She could only think of one other possibility: someone else from Remnant made it to Earth.

But unlike her, whoever made it appeared in hostile territory. That didn't mean Clara arrived in the friendliest area either. She arrived over sixteen years ago just outside New York City. From there, she tried to get around in the astonishingly large metropolis for a few months. After several months living on the streets, then in homeless shelters, she had scraped together enough money working multiple jobs to purchase a small apartment.

A few months after that, she had bought a television and a laptop, and even planned on taking some classes at her local community center to both further her education on her new world and better help others. Things seemed to be coming up roses for Clara, so to speak.

Then the planes hit the Twin Towers.

Like everyone across the country and world, Clara was shocked to her core. Unlike so many others though, she could do something about it. Her Semblance allowed instant point-to-point travel. She didn't know how many times she went in and out of those buildings that day, and she didn't care.

After the first tower fell, she sped up as much as she could, taking as many people as possible to a safe location away from the burning buildings. Even when she was about to pass out from exhaustion, she kept going. Only when the second tower fell did she allow herself to collapse.

Somewhere in that frenzy, Clara must have rescued a high ranking government official. Three weeks after 9/11, a couple of FBI agents came to her apartment. They asked her to come with them and took her somewhere outside the city for questioning. Having heard rumors about what the U.S. government did to get information out of people, she was worried that she'd have to kill the men with her in the windowless van and have to escape, then spend the rest of her life on the run.

Instead, they offered her a job.

As it turned out, almost every government agency had a need for her Semblance. For a few years, she served on the FBI's Hostage Rescue Team. They never lost a single hostage during that time. After a while though, she became concerned about what was happening in the Middle East. She tuned out all the politics, all the hatred.

She focused on all the people, all the families that were being torn apart. It wasn't just from terrorists either; First-World countries raked in a hefty death toll too. For a while, she thought about going out on her own to help out where she could, but figured it would be better to have some backup.

Her superiors agreed, though as with her previous career, she would have to keep her talents a secret from all but a few trusted people. They would assign her to a squad of four members, including herself, who would help train her in all the things she needed to serve in the Middle East. She smiled when she heard that. She had missed being part of a team.

So there she was, part of one of the few American squads still in Iraq. She helped her fair share of people; even without firing a weapon, she had saved countless lives, earning herself a reputation as a harbinger of peace, an angel where things always got better wherever she went.

For some people, a simple act of compassion made all the difference. With others, unfortunately, she had to use force. So many people kidnapped, all of their faces burned into her mind forever.

The scene in front of her reminded her of her first few weeks in the country. Her squad picked off small patrols and raiding groups. The particular cell that this group was a part of typically traveled in groups of three trucks, yet there were only two there. Whoever just arrived from Remnant must have taken the third. The tracks on the ground leading away from the scene proved that. She followed the tracks with her eyes. "Remind me, Parker, there's a village in that direction, correct?"

"Yes ma'am, about ten klicks away." Parker stood back from the body he was inspecting.

The lieutenant nodded. "Looks like that's our next stop, whether this bunch was from there or not."

Yep. Earth. I've always liked fanfics that intersect with Earth. I will say this, I am going to try and stay away from politics, except for maybe a few bashes at a certain presidential candidate. I would rather not open certain cans of worms. Also, this won't come in till later, but there is a slight time dilation between Remnant and Earth. Also, for those of you who read Rubys and Scales, there is a good chance there will be some references in here, but these two stories are not linked in any way.

Again, this first chapter is to test the waters. Reviews are especially appreciated here.