FILE:HELL ENTITY 10-12-93

CODE-NAMED:DOOM SLAYER

REAL NAME:UNKNOWN

GENDER:MALE

AGE:18(BIOLOGICAL), UNKNOWN(CHRONOLOGICAL)

PSYCH PROFILE:SEVERE DISREGARD FOR UAC ARGENT PROJECT TECHNOLOGY, HATRED FOR DAEMONIC KIND EVIDENT. POSSIBLE LIABILITY? PREFERS UP-CLOSE AND PERSONAL KILLS.

DOCTOR HAYDEN'S NOTES:The Slayer has proven himself to be a useful asset, even if a little... Temperamental. Him damaging our Argent project cannot be forgiven, I agree with the Board, but I've a plan to remove him from the equation once the Invasion has been defeated and the main gate to Hell closed, without having to kill him... A plan which I will put into effect the moment he finds and deals with the rogue agent named Olivia Pierce.

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I am not the villain in this story. I do what I do, because there is no choice!

REROUTING TETHER COORDINATES, COMPLETE

I cannot kill you... But I won't have you standing in our way... Until we see each-other again.

TETHER ACTIVE...

... The Current flowing through the Praetor suit pricked at his skin and the brightness of the light overtook his vision. The moment he would find out where he had been sent, he would return to Mars and break that failure of a robot known as Samuel Hayden into pieces, but not before destroying the UAC as a whole in front of him. That much, the Slayer swore. Standing to his feet in the middle of a forest clearing, the man stared up at a darkened sky, with black clouds hanging menacingly over him. He breathed in deeply, the smell of his suit's air filtration systems passing through his nostrils.

He checked off his equipment, starting with his trusty super-shotgun. He propped it open and took out two empty shells he hadn't had time to throw out, before sending them into the grass below and slamming in a pair of fresh shells. He slid the Shotgun onto his hip and, from his Void Pack, took out the Light Machine Cannon. Racking the bolt, he fed a round into the chamber, then checked the scope and the Mini-Rockets. All good. After switching through several guns, the man settled onto the Super Shotgun, the double-barreled monstrosity that could rip even big demons apart with a couple of shells.

He settled both hands onto the weapon, then started walking in a direction into the forest, eyes open for any kind of possible incoming threat. By now, he was used to being threatened by everything by now, so anything that moved would receive a few pellets in its lower abdomen if it proved to be a threat. The forest was dense, but no fog had settled just yet, even if Rain was about to fall.

His helmet's sensors picked up movement. And the system intensified the sound from that direction... The sounds of combat. Three against one. He growled, then rushed ahead, shotgun at the ready. He ground to a halt next to a tree and saw it... A woman kneeling, covered by an emerald cape and the three assailants, one of which had a glove with a symbol that made the Slayer feel uneasy. He took out the Rail Gun and scoped in the target... A strange, black and white beetle emerged from a black portal within the glove... Scarlet eyes, red veins on its white carapace... And a Hell symbol on the glove.

That was just enough evidence the Slayer needed... Time to Rip and Tear...

A single shot rung from the Railgun and the demonic-looking scarab exploded... The High-speed, high-caliber slug embedded itself into the ground and the glove partially burned off. Before the bastards could react, he had already, in 3 strides, closed the distance. With his fist cocked back and his momentum giving it extra power, the man sent a jaw-breaking punch into the leading woman, one clad in a scarlet dress, with short black hair and red high-heel shoes. Blood painted the flood and the woman tumbled into a nearby fence, nose bloody and broken.

The Slayer then spun about, grabbed a boy wearing silver and black by the leg, twisted and elbowed the leg at the knee joint and heard a snap, before he yanked him forward and grabbed him by the throat, slamming him hard enough into the floor to leave an imprint of the boy's torso in it. Following that, the Hell Marine drew his Super Shotgun and fired. Two shells and dozens of steel pellets pummeled an Emerald-haired, red-eyed girl who tried to join in on the attack. She doubled over, but was still on her feet with no visible damage.

The Slayer holstered the Shotgun, grabbed her before she could recover fully and yanked her into a choke-hold, before kicking her in the back of her knee to knock her down and tightening the grip. The girl gritted her teeth and, through the choking, asked "Who... The Fuck... Are you!?" in anger. Words to which the Slayer chose not to answer. He felt something stir within the girl... Then he saw something appear in front of him. An illusion of a train. Smart bitch. He yanked the girl, threw her up four feet and punched her when she was on her way down, sending her across the dirt.

He raised his gauntlet-covered hand in defense as two arrows struck and broke off his armor, before he dragged the Plasma Rifle off his belt, aimed it and opened fire. A stream of blue energy balls struck the bloody-nosed woman. She tried to dodge as the projectiles burned the ground beside her... And she failed, two rounds striking her and burning her left arm and left thigh. She screamed in pain and tumbled to the floor...

Her allies wounded, Cinder Fall now stared down the masked face of a man clad in the armor of Titans. With a sawed-off, engraved double-barrel shotgun in his right hand, a strange energy weapon in the other and emanating an aura of pure death, the man stomped toward her wounded form while she could only stare in horror. Strange symbols were etched onto his armor, seemingly demonic in nature, but with a different connotation to her. Claw marks, burn marks, dented armor... All of it on multicolored, green plating.

The dark-blue, tinted visor of the soldier stared down at her with an almost imperceptible anger. Had it not been for the way this... Man... Or whatever he was, handled her comrades and her, she could've sworn he was backup sent by her Master to aid with the capture of the Maiden. Blood dripping onto the dirt below her, Cinder stared on and, with half a mouth, asked "W-Who... What are you?!"

Wordless... She felt his grip tighten around her neck as he picked her up by the throat and stared her square in the eye. The Plasma weapon had vanished somewhere whilst he held her by the neck. She was choking... The veil of night fell over her eyes as her breath faded. Then bullets pinged off the man's armored back. He turned back, throwing Cinder aside and raising his Shotgun. Two gunshots sent the assailant-Emerald, to be exact-to her knees.

"Fuck... Dammit..." Cinder swore. "EMERALD! WE'RE EVACUATING! This is too much!"

The girl, bloodied herself, nodded, then focused, scowling at him... The Slayer's vision went blank for a moment... Then returned. And they, all 3, were gone. The only one remaining was the young woman who was under attack. The Slayer turned to her, holstered his weapons and walked up to her, before kneeling in front of her. She was a bit of an exotic beauty, with a good tan, amber eyes and nutmeg-brown hair, as well as freckles. She was wearing what looked like Victorian-Era clothing. The Marine sighed, then extended his hand to her. With eyes wide, the girl took it and the Slayer lifted her onto her feet.

"... Thanks." She said with half a mouth. "Who are you?"

The Slayer didn't answer. He crossed his arms.

"Okay... Holy shit." A gruff man's voice said shakily. The Slayer swiveled about, ready to draw his Super Shotgun, but the girl pressed a hand against his own and looked up to him. He gazed down upon her and she shook her head, before saying "That's Qrow. My bodyguard... And where are my manners, I'm Amber..." and smiling reassuringly. The Slayer could see through the facade. She was scared...

He then met gazes with the old man before him. Gelled-back raven hair that was greying out, a stubble goatee, scarlet eyes, a grey uniform with a black and red cape and what looked to be a massive fuck-off sword folded up on his back. His hand was wrapped around the hilt of the blade, in response to Slayer's own hands being placed around his Shotgun.

"Uh... Hello, there." Qrow said, standing up straight. He looked to the girl and asked "Amber... Who is this guy?"

"I've got no idea. But he did save me." Amber answered with a smile.

"I... Have to send Oz a message about this." Qrow said, then looked to the Slayer and said "I'm Qrow Branwen. Amber's guardian. Well, probably used to be. Thanks for keeping her safe while I tried to catch up." extending his hand. The Slayer shook it firmly, then nodded, allowing Qrow to take out a strange device from his pocket and call in to report. What looked like a videocall...

A grey-haired man, looking younger than what one would expect of his age, appeared in front of and surprised the Slayer... The man in the screen, his amber eyes wide, stared at the Marine with absolute shock... His first words were "Qrow... Where did you find him?" as the Slayer lowered his hands beside his body, staring just as disbelievingly behind the Helmet. An old Ally lived? And on this Forsaken world of all places?

"He was defending Amber. Got to her before I did and stopped... How many of'em were there?" Qrow turned to Amber. She raised three fingers and Qrow looked to the Slayer, before he asked "You went Three on One alone?" in surprise. The Marine nodded, then showed one of his gauntlet-locked fists, which was full of blood. This scared Qrow even further.

"... I'm sending a Bullhead to pick you three up." Ozpin had just genuinely smiled as he looked to the Slayer. "It's good to see you again in full Armor, Master Sergeant."

The Slayer nodded. Indeed. It had been a long time since the two had last met...

"Wait, Headmaster, you know him?" Amber asked, to which the man, smile as wide as can be, nodded "Yes. I will explain it all to you at Beacon, but for now, I will tell you this much. The man before you is the single most deadly creature currently alive on Remnant. And the fact that he defended you from assault, Amber, proves that his combat skill hasn't decayed in the years I haven't seen him."

"Oh-kay..." Qrow said, slightly afraid now as he looked to the Slayer "When Oz says you're deadlier than all... He usually doesn't kid around."

"Hmm..." The Slayer nodded. That was the first sound he'd let out ever since meeting the crew. Ozpin... So that was the name he went by now. It was good to have an old ally back and a place to probably rest at. It had been long since the two had discussed anything, so he hoped to get some free time to do that as well, but knowing the man... Or what Ozpin truly was... He wouldn't get many a chance to rest.