A/N: I don't own the RWBY or the Warhammer 40K Universe. If I did, then a lot of mishaps would have happened years ago.

One hour.

It had been one hour since she was left alone and strapped to the bed like a rabid animal. It had been one hour since she began plotting of a means to escape from this place. It also has been an hour since she grew irritated beyond belief at the infernal tick-tock noise she kept hearing from the room's primeval chronograph. Growling at the noise for the umpteenth time, she went over the facts that she knew in regards to this world.

One, the group of four that she encountered and fought were undoubtedly sorcerers of some degree. The blonde witch utilized telekinesis - borrowing terms that she learned from a peculiar Astartes Librarian. The olive eyed man was a telepath. The bespectacled academician who referred to himself as Oobleck probably used some sort of sorcery that augmented his velocity. The portly man was a mystery, but she knew from experience that no human could withstand multiple head-butts without gaining some form of laceration. Furthermore, the olive eyed sorcerer was unbelievably resilient despite her application of enough crush force to turn his bones into fine powder. Hell, she was able to crush an ork slugga's jaw with her bionic hands, and the lack of damage was a huge clue to their true colors.

Second, the defenseless schola that she saw could be a haven for sorcerers. The slight fear that the young PDFs had shown Krissa when she encountered the blonde witch for the first time told her that the woman was in a position of power over the PDFs. The thought reviled her and frankly caused her to conclude that the schola was tainted and must be destroyed. Sorcerers being in charge of a schola was sure to yield future heretics, regardless of the student's desire. She didn't like it, as any child was one of humanity's next generations of stalwart defenders, but it had to be done for the survival of mankind.

Third, the heretics harboured unsanctioned abhumans. She may not be a hardcore puritan as some of her comrades were, but the sight of an abhuman outside of the Imperium's jurisdiction warranted her disgust. Sanctioned abhumans, to her and her family, were lost and disfigured people wanting to seek redemption in the God-Emperor's holy light. That was why she tolerated the presence of sanctioned abhumans.

Ogryns and squats, regardless of their status as abhumans, have proven to her time and again in the battlefield that they could be trusted as much as any human to carry out a task or die trying. Her heart clenched for a moment as she remembered Toff, a Bullgryn of the 75th with a heart of a child.

She did not remember when she first saw the massive (for an Ogryn) creature, but it felt in like every skirmish that she undertook, the abhuman was there in the front lines with her. Every time she saw it in the battlefield, it was almost always the exact same scene. With its grey carapace armour and massive slab shield, Toff bulldozed through enemy gates with Klank, a custom-made Ripper, blasting apart anyone and anything that dared try to cease his warpath. Outside the battlefield, the Bullgryn was like a lost Grynx cub. Anything unfamiliar caused it to panic and consequently break something. As such, it was usually assigned a companion in order to calm it when it has panic attacks. She was once its companion, staying by its side in between battles and giving it calming touches. Her assistance of Toff yielded a deep sense of loyalty from the Bullgryn. It was always close by in combat, ready to throw itself in the line of fire to protect 'nice girly'. Krissa enjoyed its company and spirit, and it was enough for her to grieve for it when it perished protecting her squad.

It had been a long time since Toff perished, but her memory regarding the abhuman was always fresh in her mind. Her family's philosophy was forged into her mind after that fateful day. Seeing the animal ears atop that woman's head caused a fury deep within her to surface. To her, humans with appendages belonging to animals of Ancient Holy Terra were living insults to humanity. The abhumans of this world were tarnishing the sacrifice of redeemed souls like Toff, and as such, they must be eradicated. Annihilated. Exterminated.

The fourth object of concern are the daemons that roam the forests at the edge of the schola. They weren't that much of a threat; one well placed lasbolt on regular settings will probably be enough to kill a daemon. Though, she was a little worried about the bigger ones. Using hi-power shots would damage her hellgun's barrel and the avian daemons would probably fly too high up for any lasbolt to hit.

Fifth, she did not know where the rest of her equipment was taken to. Although she could see that the top half of her BDUs were draped on a chair at the corner of the room, the upper body portions of her carapace armour and her weapons were nowhere to be seen. Her anger spiked for a moment as her equipment was an extension of her soul and by proxy, the Emperor's will. Maybe she should interrogate this Oobleck character to find out where the heretics kept it.

Finally, there was the question of human settlements. The sight of these heretics, no matter how worrying, gave her a bit of hope knowing that the Warp had graciously (?) threw her and her father in a world populated by humans. The problem was that she did not know where any of the human settlements are located. She did not have any form of topographical data and her dataslate is essentially useless at this moment of time. Usually their commanding officers would upload data of a planet prior to a mission, but since she's operating behind enemy lines and alone, then she would have to rely on maps or data from this planet's cogitators.

The biggest challenges would be the four sorcerers that she would undoubtedly face, but if she does everything with the proper application of stealth, then the chances of encountering them would be minimal. However, if she had to, she would introduce these heretics to the wrath of the Kasrkin.

At the spire of Beacon Academy's tallest tower, Ozpin silently examined a few of the items that they have taken from their guest. Morally, it was a wrong thing to do; taking things from the unconscious and wounded, but his worry for the safety of Remnant could not be quenched due to the Queen's advances. The appearance of Krissa Acrius gave him an opportunity to have a wild card on his side against the Queen. However, he needed to learn more about her before he could employ her. Besides the books that Oobleck have been religiously studying, he had a few items of interest.

On his desk was a pendant of a two-headed eagle and a few dog-tags. There was also a camera attached to her armour, but they did not tamper with it as they feared that information that is held inside that camera might be destroyed when removed from the armour. Four of the dog-tags shared a last name, Acrius. Zachariah Acrius, Eileen Acrius, Krissa Acrius, and Emile Acrius. Knowledge that he had another individual belonging to a family of warriors in his academy certainly made him more eager to have Krissa on his side. The other dog-tags probably were from old comrades, but he noticed that the bloodstains on them looked fairly new. However, one dog-tag stood out from the rest.

A set of dog-tags belonging to an Icarus Gundyr.

The dog-tag had a dull grey colour to it compared to the matte olive drab that the other dog-tags had. It also had a few feathers belonging to an animal not native to Remnant tied to it near the chain. Since there were no birds in Remnant with feathers that changed colours depending on the amount of light shining upon it. In low-light, it was navy blue in colour and its shade gradually lightened to a very pure shade of white as the brightness of light increased. What caught his attention was a silver ring with gold engravings. An identical ring was found on Krissa Acrius' dog tags. He didn't want to jump to conclusion in regards to the purpose of these rings, but he had a very good guess as to what they were.

Though, the only way he would know for certain was if he asked his guest. Beeping noises emanated from his scroll and checked his scroll to investigate. A low hum reverberated from his throat as he read the message sent to him by Ms. Goodwitch.

"The others and I have created a schedule for security of Ms. Acrius. I shall be in charge during first period as I have a prep period; Professor Peach shall watch over her on second period. Periods three and four would be between Professor Port and Professor Oobleck, depending on who is on break on the period. Fifth and sixth period would be up to both Head Engineer Bolt and Forgemaster Brim. I have to check up on her tonight before I have to return to my paperwork. Have a good evening Headmaster."

He spared a glance at his monitor to watch the room in which their guest resided in. His eyes furrowed at her sudden stillness as he expected her to make an effort to escape the room. 'What are you planning?'

"You didn't have to come with us Professor." Two of Beacon's Medical Team walked towards Krissa's room to conduct a quick check up and to give her a meal. According to Ms. Goodwitch, their patient/prisoner has not eaten a meal ever since she arrived. The speaker, an ex-hunter and nurse-in-training named Jasper Blackwood pushed a cart containing a basic dinner of steak, mashed potatoes and gravy. A bearded man in his late twenties, Jasper had eyes the colour of forest pine and hair the colour of charred wood. The man was a third year drop-out of Beacon and a native of Vale, he had his fair share of Grimm hunting and peacemaking. However, it was the call to medicine that made him shift his attention from the art of killing to the art of healing.

"It's for your own safety" The disciplinarian responded with a tone that left little for argument. She looked at the corner of her eye to see the fox-faunus that the soldier tried to kill within minutes of her waking hour.

Nurse Merigold was clutching a clipboard containing forms regarding their patient's health. Her shoulders shook minutely in fear of meeting her would-be murderer once more, but she felt that she had to do it. Fear was a dangerous emotion; it makes people do stupid things. Thus she had to conquer her fear because if the time came when Ms. Acrius needed her medical expertise, her oath as a woman of medicine must overcome her fear. Delilah Carmine Merigold, widow of Huntsman Cornelius Merigold and loving mother of Lavender Elisia Merigold, vowed that she would not stoop to the White Fang's level just so that she would conquer her own fear.

"We're here." Jasper informed the group as he stopped right in front of the door. "Delilah, before we go, are you sure that you absolutely want to do this? You can meet Acrius some other time, when you're feeling up to it."

"N-no." Delilah stuttered slightly, before calming herself a bit. "I need to do this now, because I know that I will try to prolong this encounter. T-this fear must be conquered for my safety and for hers." Goodwitch and Jasper traded looks, before relenting to Delilah's request.

"Fine, but don't blame me or Ms. Goodwitch when you start having panic attacks." He sounded a little callous, but Delilah knew that he cared. After all, he was the one who comforted her when she nearly died.

She heard them speaking to each other outside of her room. Three distinct voices conversing in not so hushed tones. The arrival of 'guests' was an unwanted deterrent to her plans, so she had to improvise. So she closed her eye and pretended to be asleep. When the door opened, her sense of smell was assaulted by a tantalizing scent. Being sustained mainly by tasteless and scentless MRE's or barracks food for a good majority of her life meant that the scent was foreign to her. Though the scent's foreign origin did not deter from its sinfully tantalizing goal of coaxing her hunger.

She willed herself to ignore the scent, reminding herself that the people who are responsible for the scent are heretics, mutants, and sorcerers. The squeaking of inadequately oiled wheels approached her bed, as well as the scent. The noise stopped roughly an arm's length to her right, but she could still hear the shuffling of clothing and the footsteps of the three visitors as they walked around her. The familiar clacking of those unfamiliar shoes that the blonde witch wore stopped to her left. One set of footsteps was moving about near her feet while the last set of footsteps stopped dangerously close to her.

"Hey wake up." She heard a man speak, but refused to open her eye. Rather, she remembered something that would tip the scales to her favour. Subtly moving her jaw, she dislodged a false tooth that contained a minute dose of combat stimulants. It had been added when Chaos came to Cadia's doorstep for their most recent Black Crusade. The effects would only last for a few minutes, but that is all the time that she needed for her plan to succeed.

"Hey wake up." Jasper politely tried to rouse the admittingly pretty woman strapped to the bed. Ever since they walked into the room, the lady had been asleep. Though, he couldn't shake off this feeling of foreboding and by the looks of it, Ms. Goodwitch also was having the same feelings. Then, he heard a crunch. It was nigh inaudible and originated from the woman. As soon as he heard the noise, Krissa tensed up. Then, the slow rhythmic beeping of the heart beat monitor sped up and became erratic.

"What's going on?" Goodwitch asked in alarm.

"I don't know, she just tensed up and her vitals are going haywire!" Merigold exclaimed as she rummaged through the cabinets in search for something to calm down their patient's erratic heart. A cry of pain caught their attention as Jasper clutched his face, with smoke seeping through the cracks of his fingers. Ripping leather was heard immediately after, and before they knew it, Krissa leapt out of bed to tackle Goodwitch. The huntress was caught off guard by her burst of strength and aggression and was not able to call upon her semblance in time to defend herself.

As soon as the blonde's body impacted the floor, Krissa straddled her chest and rained devastating blows upon her face. Although she was augmented by Aura, Goodwitch could not do anything as her arms were pinned by the Kasrkin's legs. All she could do was close her eyes and hope that her Aura would protect her from most of the damage as well as the broken fragments of her glasses. The sound of metal impacting flesh and glass were the last things she heard before she blacked out.

Meanwhile, Merigold had filled a syringe with sedatives and was stealthily approaching the volatile woman as she bludgeoned the witch of Beacon. When she was behind Krissa, she mentally apologized to the woman before stabbing her with the syringe. She did not expect Krissa to elbow her gut. Unlike the other two Beacon occupants of the room, Merigold did not have her aura unlocked. So when Krissa rose to smash Merigold's face to her knee, a sickening noise and an explosion of pain dominated the faunus' senses. She fell to the ground clutching her nose in pain.

As Merigold writhed in pain, Krissa knelt down and wrapped her bionic digits around the prone woman's neck. But before she could snap the abhuman's neck, a reflection of light caught her attention. One of the hands wrapped around the bleeding nose had a gold ring wrapped around a finger. For a moment, all her hate and all her anger took a backseat in her mind as she gently ran her metal fingers on the band. Years of mental conditioning and emotional repression were thrown out the window as she remembered what she almost had. Years of suffering and hardships were forgotten as she remembered the quiet whispers and warm embraces.

All of it was brought back to her when she remembered his broken promise.

A lone tear escape her violet eye before she broke the abhuman's wrist with a furious roar. Krissa was about to silence the infernal screaming with a fist to the mouth when grabbed her behind and locked her arms behind her head.

"Run Delilah!" Even though she could not understand that words that came out of his mouth, Krissa could hear the tone of desperation in her male captor's voice as she tried to break out of the arm lock. She idly gave the abhuman some credit, as it managed to remain conscious enough to make an escape despite the pain it must be feeling. "You're not going anywhere you bitch. Not while I'm still breathing." The man, who a point blank from her bionic eye's trump card, whispered in her ear whilst tightening the arm lock.

She tried to break free, but Jasper was much stronger to her due to his natural bulk and Aura. He tried to trip her by placing a leg between hers, so that he could keep her immobile until the others arrive. Dark thoughts plagued his mind as he struggled to pin her down, begging him to kill her. And he was very much tempted to do so, for hurting his co-worker and fellow huntress. He was not expecting for her to bend over, grab his leg and lift him off of the ground. Knowing what would come after, he let go of her neck and kicked her on the face. As she tumbled backwards in surprise, he rolled on the ground and grabbed a bonesaw. On the other hand, Krissa grabbed a scalpel.

The Kasrkin grit her teeth as she glared at the medicae, mind working furiously to comprehend why his face is missing the gaping hole that usually followed after a hit from her bionic eye. At the corner of her eye, she found her answer. The man was like the blonde witch, a sorcerer in disguise, and he was blocking the only door out. Years of training and frantic last stands deciphered her current situation with the medicae-heretic. She could see that the man was simply buying time for more sorcerers to arrive, and with their infernal magics, they could very well kill her with a thought. So, she had to resort to utilising a meat shield and there was one conveniently located nearby.

Dashing towards the unconscious woman, Krissa held the small blade against the witch's neck. The man hesitated and was glaring at her with great intensity. When he made no indication of standing down, she dug the blade into the woman's neck, weakening the magical shield surrounding her. Only then did the man accept his defeat. Resisting the urge to smirk, Krissa hooked an arm around the witch's waist and lifted her with a bit of difficulty. She motioned the man to exit the room and drop his weapon. He reluctantly obeyed and dropped his weapon as he got out of the room. As he went out, she followed with haste.

"Out." Krissa spoke, gaining the man's attention. When he gave her a confused look, she pressed the blade deeper into Goodwitch's neck, prompting the huntress' weakened aura to try to protect its owner. "Me. Out." She could see him grinding his teeth together in anger as he pointed to her right. "You. Lead." Krissa ordered the man, and hugged the wall so that he could go in front of her. Jasper glared at her before walking towards the elevator, mindful not to go too far or too close as the woman may slit Glynda's throat if she felt threatened. A subtle glance was cast towards one of the cameras and he was glad to see that it was trained them.

"Attention all staff and students, we are now on lockdown. Students please remain in your dorms and do not, under any circumstance, leave your rooms. The staff shall deal with the threat present in the building." Ruby read the message on her scroll out loud, even though her teammates also received the same message. "What do you think that's about?"

"No idea. Might be Grimm?" Yang ventured a guess.

"It can't be Grimm. We're students in a school that teaches us how to kill Grimm, so if anything Grimm would be practice for us and should warrant a lockdown." Blake answered, unable to focus on her novel. The message was sent a few minutes ago and anything that could incite a reaction like that from the headmaster must be a very big threat. "It's something worse."

"What could be worse than Grimm?" Ruby inquired.

"The White Fang, for one." Weiss commented off-handedly with bitterness in her voice. Blake bristled at the response, but bit her tongue. The faunus-in-hiding just waved it off as the heiress being annoyed that she wasn't made leader if her reaction during the announcement of teams was any indication. Though, she couldn't help but feel angry at her for even suggesting that a misdirected organization dedicated to equality was worse than monsters whose sole purpose was to eradicate humanity.

"What would the White Fang have to gain from attacking a school filled to the brim with hunters and huntresses?" Yang asked Weiss, not noticing Blake's wince at the reference of the White Fangs recently violent actions. "Whatever, or whoever, causing this kind of a ruckus in the school must be pretty dangerous for us." The blonde finished with a rare look of seriousness on her face, but it was broken when she saw her sister looking at her in shock and awe.

"Who are you?" Ruby whispered, prompting a raised eyebrow. "Who are you and what have you done to my sister?!" The young reaper exclaimed while pointing at her sister. "Yang never had any of these moments of insightfulness!"

"Hey!" The older of the two siblings exclaimed as she wrapped an arm around the reaper. Ignoring the pitiful cries of mercy from underneath, Yang Xiao Long unleashed a noogie of epic proportions that only older siblings could give.

From across the room, Weiss scowled before crawling into her bed and wrapping a pillow over her head to muffle the noises of two fighting siblings. Meanwhile, Blake stared out the window, deep in thought about what her partner had said.

'What would the White Fang gain if they were to attack this school?'

"We have a grave situation in our hands, my friends. As of right now, Krissa Acrius, a guest of ours that was detained for her violent nature, is making her towards the main elevator. She currently has two of our staff members, Ms. Goodwitch and Nurse Jasper Blackburn, as hostages. For the safety of our students and innocents, detainment will not suffice. I'm afraid that I must ask you to kill her. She is much too dangerous to be kept alive." Ozpin spoke to the other hunters residing in Beacon via an earpiece connected to a private channel in his scroll.

"I told you so Ozpin." Port huffed as he thundered through the hallways. Defiance, the blunderbuss-axe hybrid that got the man through the hardest of missions, shone dangerously in the light as the heavyset hunter gripped on the lacquered mahogany handguard tightly.

"How was this guest of yours able to capture two licensed hunters Headmaster? From what Ms. Goodwitch told us an hour ago, she didn't have any aura and was stripped of her weaponry." Brim, a dark-skinned man with eyes the colour of the fires of a forge, asked with his deep voice. His response was a video sent by the Headmaster. Slowing down to a brisk walk, Brim opened the file and watched how Krissa brutally escaped from her confinement. The man scowled when he saw the woman used Glynda's unconscious body as leverage against the young hunter.

"She's pretty strong then for a civvie." Bolt commented, his steel grey eyes watching the video from behind Brim. Although he was shorter than Brim, he had no trouble seeing what had occurred. He noticed that the blacksmith was clutching the scroll rather hardly. Sighing deeply and running a hand through his thinning gray hair, Bolt closed the scroll for his colleague before the larger man accidentally destroys it. Brim calmed down and gave Bolt a reassuring smile. The older man rolled his eyes as he took off again, as he they were making their way to the hospital's main floor elevator.

"I find this odd as Glynda told me when you four returned that the woman was struggling to break free. An hour later, she just rips them off without any effort. There's another variable to this." Peach spoke up, her quiet voice was unaffected by the sprinting she was doing from her lab towards the elevators. The petite professor was essentially Glynda's best friend in the school and seeing her friend get hurt badly was enough of an excuse for the small woman to hate Glynda's attacker.

"I agree, something must have happened to Krissa for her to gain a boost in strength. However, only she knows the answer and I am absolutely certain that she would take that piece of information to the grave." Ozpin morbidly responded to Peach. Then he noticed something odd. Oobleck has been oddly quiet throughout the conversation. Too quiet. "Bartholomew, are you there?"

"You have been quiet, old friend." Port quipped, he was the first one of the group to reach the main floor's elevator and was repeatedly pressing the down button.

"It's just….." The history professor began before sighing loudly. "We could have learned something from her. Something useful. Something new. Information about a world that is a complete unknown to us. Information about a civilization that has a technological advantage over us. Her books are only the beginning and probably contain very little compared to what she knows. I want to know more about her."

"If this were a different circumstance, I would've said that you had a crush on her." Peach teased and was closing in on the main elevator. "However, we can't have everything and we can't save everyone. I'm sorry, but this has to be done."

"I know, but that does not mean that I want to do this."

"She's in the elevator." Ozpin's voice broke through the conversation and everyone momentarily stiffened before redoubling their efforts to either reach the main elevator. Port even forcefully opened one of the elevator doors on the main floor with his bare hands and began to climb up the elevator's emergency ladder.

When they reached the elevator, Krissa kicked Jasper inside before entering. The man glared at her and was tempted to close the doors without her inside. Before he could even do so, she had already entered and reminded him that Glynda's life was in his hands by digging the scalpel against her neck. To his worry, the blade drew blood. Unwilling to be the cause of Goodwitch's death, Jasper clicked the main floor's button and stepped back.

As he waited for the damnable doors to open, he noticed that his captor was slightly shaking and was starting to breathe heavily. Her grip on Goodwitch was starting to slip and each time she tightened her arm, it slackened not soon after. Her eye, once sharp and focused, began to dilate. He also noticed that she was swallowing at an increased rate. His eyes widened as he recognized the symptoms of stimulant withdrawal from her. It meant that it wouldn't be long before she would be too weak to fight back. All he needed was a distraction.

Meanwhile, Krissa was feeling the full force of the combat stimulant's side effects. Her muscles began to burn from her past exertions. Her eyesight was starting get blurry and her lungs desired more air than she could inhale. A throat drier than the sands of Tallarn was making her very irritable as well. At the corner of her eye, she could see her the other sorcerer staring at her with a tensed up posture. 'What is he planning?'.

Before she could address the paranoia building up in her mind, a loud thud from above startled her. Said thud shook the elevator and staggered the occupants. Unfortunately for her, her arm gave out and the blonde witch fell from her grasp. That was when her male hostage struck. He closed the distance in a quick step and slammed his fist against her right cheek. She tried to retaliate, but he weaved out of the way.

"Whoever's up there, help me out! Goodwitch is free!" Jasper yelled at his saviour while keeping his eyes trained at the woman in front of him. Her breathing began to increase in fervor, no doubt that adrenaline was kicking in once again. He kept himself between her and Goodwitch, acting as a shield for the still unconscious professor. Not waiting for her to gain an advantage, he lunged for her again.

He did not expect her to push off against the wall to tackle him mid-lunge. When his back hit the metal wall of the elevator, she began to punch him at the ribs relentlessly. It surprised him as he thought that she was too weak to fight back due to stimulant withdrawal. A creak from above caught his attention, and he saw Professor Port aiming Defiance at his aggressor's back. However, Krissa also heard the creak and removed herself from the huntsman just as Port fired his weapon.

A loud bang startled the occupants of the hospital and got the attention of the Hunters and Huntress present. Brim and Bolt sped up, with the blacksmith eager to neutralize the threat running in school grounds and the engineer hoping that said threat would not be a stain on the ground when Brim and Port are finished with her. Oobleck frowned as he neared the main elevator, mentally grumbling at the loss of any prospect of peace with the Kasrkin.

"That's Port, he's found her." Peach commented as she stared at the broken elevator doors. One of the elevators to her right chimed and when they opened, she was surprised to see a weeping Delilah cradling her broken wrist. "Oum almighty, Delilah are you alright?"

The fox-faunus could not answer, but she shook her head. She was not used to this degree of pain, and was starting to regret coming with Jasper to help out with Krissa. Gentle hands lifted her up and Delilah's watery eyes could barely make out the sympathetic peach eyes of the biology professor. "It hurts." She choked out in between sobs and pain-filled hiccups.

Her uninjured hand was carefully moved out of the way before the calloused fingertips of Professor Peach lightly pressed against the affected area. Warmth began to spread from the area of contact and Merigold was relieved to have her pain subside. Briefly she wondered why Peach refused to take a medical degree rather than a biology degree because she could have eased a lot of pain with her semblance. While not an overtly powerful semblance, Peach could 'share' her aura with anyone. This 'transfer' gives the recipient a boost in energy and minor enhancement in strength. The warmth around her wrist was an after effect of Aura's pain nullifying properties.

"Better?" The biology professor asked kindly, and she was rewarded with a thankful nod. Helping the faunus to her feet, Peach took her out of the elevator.

"I'll take her off of your hands." Peach turned around to see a somber Oobleck looking at the duo. Behind his glasses, she could see the inquisitive man was saddened by the turn of events. Sensing that the man would like to be away from the killing, she handed the nurse over to him. The history professor walked away with his charge towards a safer area in the hospital where other doctors could treat her.

As they rounded the corner, Brim and Bolt came into sight with weapons unholstered. "As soon as the elevator arrives, unleash hell."

At the dorms adjacent to the hospital, team JNPR jumped in surprise from the gunshot.

"Who shot that?" Jaune looked up from his scroll.

"I would assume that would be the staff dealing with the threat that is running amok on campus." Pyrrha answered as she returned cleaning her equipment.

"Well I think that someone in team RWBY finally snapped and shot someone." Nora threw in one of her theories.

"Nora, that's preposterous. The girls wouldn't do that." Jaune retorted, looking at the team's resident explosives expert in shock.

"Are you sure fearless leader? Have you seen the murderous glare that Weiss gave Ruby back at initiation." A manic gleam was in her eye.

"She's got a bit of a point." Ren answered, and when he spoke JNPR listened. There was an awkward silence after he spoke as JNPR resumed their activities prior to the gunshot.

"Hey Jaune, what are you reading?" Pyrrha asked her leader, who had been pouring over his scroll ever since they returned to the dorms.

"I'm doing some research. Did you remember what the symbol on that Krissa's armour looked like?" He responded, not looking up from his scroll. The young Arc's eyes were narrowed in focus and his jaw was clenched as he found another dead end in his research. This look of focus had the effect of flustering his partner.

"It was a double-headed Nevermore." She managed to keep her voice level as she fought down her blush.

"Not Nevermore, it looked more like an eagle. Y'know like those animals in protection facilities*." Pyrrha nodded, and prompted him to continue. "Believe it or not, I have seen this symbol before back in my home. However, I can't seem to find information about it online."

"Why don't you just call your parents?" The champion saw him stiffen and was curious at his reaction.

"I can't.. There are… Complications between me and my family as of now. And I don't want to talk about it."

"I understand." Pyrrha relented to his request, ignoring the nagging thought to bug him about it.

Jasper's aura levels were just enough to absorb the force from the dust-round. Unfortunately, the interception caused his aura to shatter; a testament to how powerful Defiance was regardless of its antique look. He saw his body flicker in pine green light before exhaustion engulfed his being. The gunshot caused Goodwitch to stir minutely, but she still remained unconscious.

He tried to get up, but was soon pushed back down with a forceful kick. Any further attempts were ceased when she broke his right leg with a powerful stomp. Just as he opened his mouth to cry in pain, a bionic fist smashed itself square on his face. The blow got him in a daze, but he was lucid enough to see her ram a cloth covered fist into the elevator's controls. The bionic limb went right through the metal plate. He briefly noted that if he could see a reflection of himself, it would be of him with his jaw wide open. This sort of feat was something he could see hunters pulling off, not a 'normal' human. Soon, he would learn that Krissa Acrius was not a normal human.

HIs musings were interrupted when the elevator experienced a sudden drop. Thankfully, the lift's emergency systems were able to stop them from plummeting all the way down to the main floor. Unfortunately, the sudden change from free-fall acceleration and a total stop caused Port to lose his balance. This resulted in him accidentally discharging Defiance towards the elevator's cable housing.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-"

"-UUUUUUUUUUUUU-" The scraping of metal against metal and the screaming of a man notified of their target's arrival. However, the same noises also meant that something was very wrong. A metal box with a man on top sped past the main floor's doors with sparks flying out.

"Port!" Brim shouted and peered down the elevator shaft and was surprised to see that there was a floor about six feet below the surface, but no elevator.

"Uh, guys… The elevator disappeared." Two more heads joined his as they stared at the floor in confusion.

"How'd this happen?" Bolt asked and simply let the question hang in the air as the three of them tried to comprehend the elevator's disappearance.

"-UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" Jasper's scream ended just before the elevator hit the ground. The force of the impact caused them to fly about 2 feet above the elevator floor before being painfully reaquainted to gravity. When Jasper hit the floor, Krissa fell on top of his broken leg causing the fractured bone to break skin. He screamed for but a moment before passing out from the pain.

Atop the elevator, the sudden stop caused Port to hit his head quite painfully against the cable's housing, knocking out the veteran huntsman. The only person who was conscious was none other than Krissa. The Kasrkin laid down for a few moments to catch her breath and to get used to the burning that she was feeling throughout her body. Once she felt that she was okay, she exited the elevator with a scalpel in hand and travelled down the dark corridors in front of her.

Minutes pass and Krissa has yet to find a way out. Part of the problem was that she was lost in the dark hallways, as there were no indications of her location. So far, she has been trusting her gut on which hallway to choose when there was a fork. It was driving her mad. Another issue that she was facing was the side effects of the combat stimulants she took. Specifically, her agonized muscles screaming for her to stop moving to let them rest. She couldn't take the risk of being caught as she rested, so she powered on and did her best to ignore the pain.

"I am going to kill whoever designed this place." She muttered as she took a left turn. A sigh of relief escaped her lips when she spotted a massive door at the end of the hallway. She speed walked towards the door and with the final vestiges of her energy, she opened them. The Kasrkin resisted the urge to curse out loud when she entered yet another hallway. However, unlike the dark and barely illuminated corridors, she was in a grand hall fit for those parties that Imperial Nobles loved to have. As she carefully entered the hall, she spied an odd contraption to her right.

Her curiosity, an emotion that she was very rarely subjected to, spiked as she saw two glass sarcophagi connected by a machine when she got closer. To her surprise, inside one of the sarcophagi was a woman. Bandages covered her modesty as well as one eye. She was also still breathing, but barely as she noted the minimal rise and fall of her chest. What caught he majority of her attention was the fact that the woman was glowing in gold light. And unbeknownst to her, Krissa was also glowing. Initially it was faint, but as she got closer to the glass pod, it grew in intensity. However, the colour of the light emitting from Krissa's corona of light was a sickly shade of pink and purple reminiscent of the Immaterium.

As she got closer, the light increased in intensity as it was trying to escape its glass prison. She also started to feel a warmth permeating from the woman. A warmth that she felt once in her lifetime. It was when she was in the presence of the Imperial Saint Celestine of the Adeptus Sororitas. The warmth was intoxicating. As if she was a possessed, Krissa raised her hand and made contact with the glass. What she felt next was nothing short of agony.

A portion of the gold light jumped into her hand and made its way to her head. Once the first tendril entered her skull, an immense pressure engulfed her mind. Her training against psychic presences was made null by the sheer power of the psychic energy assaulting her mind. The pain was so great that she did not feel herself fall to the ground and convulse. The agony ended with a sight that she will never forget for the rest of her life.

'Begone warpspawn!' An ethereal voice, powerful and full of conviction, echoed in her mind as an image of a man donning grand golden armour and a flaming sword dominated her vision. Tears escaped her convulsing body as she recognized him. After all, who wouldn't?

Miles away from the phenomenon, at the centre of a barren wasteland crawling with Grimm, a woman shudders. Salem, the mother of Grimm looked at the horizon in surprise before her visage morphed to that of fury.

"Ensure that nothing enters my chambers." She ordered a Seer as she made her way to her private chambers. The Grimm glowed in understanding as it relayed her message to her subordinates residing within the fortress. When she entered her room, she immediately locked the doors and turned to an rune etched to the wall adjacent to the door. Drawing a knife, Salem cut her palm and smudged black ichor atop the rune, causing it to glow in a miasmic colour of purple.

As if it were alive, her blood began to move in its own. The droplets defied gravity and moved in a circle. Some droplets deviated from the path and created arrows of black blood pointing at the cardinal points of Remnant. Moments later, the blood stopped and the sigil painted on the wall pulsed in power. Salem kneeled and raised her arms to proudly display identical sigils carved into her forearms.

The sigil of Chaos.

A tendril of warp energy escaped the symbol and wrapped around her head. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as a link was established to the most prominent residents of the warp.

"My lords, I have felt Anathema's soul stir."

"Most interesting." A voice spoke, soft and meticulous, as if it were contemplating and calculating the words it uttered. The sigil pulsed once more, this time in a blue colour. "A new piece whose fate I can toy with."

"It means she has failed to kill the Imperial that has entered this planet! This incompetence and lack of action demands punishment!" The sigil pulsed more powerfully this time, a shade of red dominating the blood that drew the mark. The voice, rough and strong, roared in fury and Salem winced at the tone. "Your Grimm may be competent in granting my realm more blood, but this failure of yours cannot be overlooked."

"And what punishment do you think is enough for her." Salem shivered at the seductive tone of the next voice. The owner of the voice, while young in comparison to the others, still gave her the chills. There's also the fact that his/her area of expertise is inflicting maximum amounts of pain. "Perhaps I can help with finding an appropriate course of action, Khorne dearest."

"She was sent to the outskirts of the academy where the defenders of the Anathema's vessel reside. I couldn't risk gaining Ozpin's attention. He's been wary of my movements ever since the failed attack on the Fall Maiden." As soon as she reasoned her inaction, a powerful pressure assaulted her mind, threatening to obliterate it. Black ichor flowed from her tear ducts and nose as the psychic assault of Tzeentch slowly crushed her mind.

"You dare make excuses at us, girlie?" Tzeentch's voice become maniacal. "I certainly did not foresee our loyal servant acting like a procrastinating child. What's next, you'll become a rebellious teenager?!"

"Enough Tzeentch." The grandfatherly voice of the fourth god echoed in her mind and the pressure was immediately lifted. Salem felt her body lurch forwards and her hands plant themselves onto the ground to prevent her from hitting the ground. "While your caution is noted my dear, need we remind you what you were before we found you?"

"No milord." Salem quietly responded, both out of fear of remembering what she was and out of respect towards the eldest god. Nurgle was always patient with her, but she could clearly hear that his tone suggests that he was anything but patient at that moment.

"Then find a way to eliminate the vestiges of the Anathema's power as soon as you can. My patience is not infinite and the longer you spend making excuses, the higher the chance for more of the Corpse-Emperor's forces to arrive to this planet. It has been ten thousand years since the Anathema created the forsaken barrier that prevents the Warp from reaching this planet. So far, this miniscule rift you have found is the only viable presence of the Warp for parsecs. So hurry my child, and conquer this world. Your efforts will be rewarded in the end." With his speech over, Nurgle withdrew from her mind and so did the rest of the gods bar the God of Fate.

"Nurgle might be very lenient with you, but remember that your Grimm will not exist without us. So don't toy with fate, or you will suffer by all of our hands." Tzeentch withdrew from her mind, but not without a 'gift'. A blue bolt of warp lightning escaped the sigil and impacted the exhausted form of the Grimm matriarch. A scream tore itself from her lips as she was forced to relive memory after painful memory of her abused life.

Outside her chambers, the Grimm howled in agony as they felt their mother's duress.

*- I always thought that Remnant has facilities where endangered animals, mostly predators, are kept. Think of an indoor zoo, but with heavier security.

A/N: Hello guys, it's been a while and I'm dreadfully sorry for taking this long to update. I just started my first year in University, and it's hell on earth for me at the moment trying to balance my life with the uni-life. It doesn't help that I am distracted with another project of great value.

Anyways, I'll try to update more frequently but I can't promise you that I'll update bi-weekly or something like that. On the other hand, I have started a poll in regards to the S3 finale. Would you like Ms. Nikos to perish and give Jaune fuel for the fires of vengeance, or would you like her to survive, so that she will be 'rebuilt' from the ground up.

Finally, after thinking this through, I will redact my statement of Krissa being the only Imperial Soldier on Remnant. She will gain a partner later on, but her partner will be the only Imperial that will be present on Remnant along with Krissa. And please don't PM me about ideas on who her partner will be, I already made the storyline and the notes about her partner.

That is all that I have to say, so I bid thee adieu and will see you again in the next chapter.

Oh, and please don't forget to rate or review. A review would mean to world to me and would continue to fuel me in my endeavour to entertain you all with this story of badasses in a world unfamiliar with war.

Shout out to Varangue for beta-reading (even though I uploaded this chapter before sending it to him for beta-reading XD). Guess I was too excited.