A/N: I would like to thank Doomsdayguy12345 and guests number 1 to 6,490,506,487.5 in their constant and almost zombie-like pestering on both this story and other story review pages.

Seriously guys… I know you want me to continue this… but lay off please! I don't want you posting reviews in other stories just to get me to write more for this one. It's rather quite annoying and not that appropriate.

Now that my miniature rant is over and the angry guests lust for another chapter is almost satiated, I leave you with the next Chapter in the Feet First into Remnant Story.

Enjoy!

John slipped another cartridge from the pouch on his hip before sliding it into the magazine of his trench gun. Half-pumping the shotgun, he confirmed that there was a round chambered as he looked over to Robert.

"Robert…" The medic whispered as he crouched, Robert doing the same as he partially lowered his Thompson.

"What is it?" Robert asked in a hush as he scanned the dense forest that surrounded them.

"I don't like this, not one bit… what the hell do you think those things are anyways?" John questioned as they started moving again, holding a low crouch as they stayed as quite as possible.

"I have no damn clue; this place is nothing like Earth at all. I mean you heard what that old man said, this place is called Remnant." Robert stated as the two of them, despite being told about the technology and resources found on this world, still tried to wrap their head around things as they pushed on.

"I would love to say this is all one big dream, and we'll wake up in a hospital tent, a nice nurse by our side, and one hell of a dream to tell the captain." John chuckled as Robert joined in, the thought of it all being a dream was an enticing one indeed.

Only a second later they stopped in their tracks, a gentle clicking coming from their left as they pointed their weapons towards the bushes.

"You wanna check this one out?" Robert questioned as he looked to John, a nervous glint in his eyes.

"Fine, but if it's anything like that demon of a bear, we're running." John stated as he waddled over to the bush, his eyes scanning through the leaves before all the blood ran from his face in fear.

"Run…" He whispered as he looked over his shoulder to Robert, this clicking getting louder.

"What…" Robert questioned, just barely hearing him.

"Good God man, I said haul ass!" John yelled as he jumped back from the bush, forgetting about stealth as from the tree-line burst the largest scorpion they had ever seen.

"Mother of god!" Robert yelled as he jumped to his feet and took off sprinting, John right on his heels.

However, the bulk of scorpion that was chasing them was deceiving as it was keeping a nice clip right on their heels. They were panicking and they knew it. They had seen tiger tanks in action, but even those couldn't move as fast as this damn demon behind them.

Robert took a second to fire behind him, his .45 acp rounds bouncing off of the creature's thick plates, doing next to nothing and appearing to only anger it.

"You got any Satchels Robert." John shouted as they sprinted through the woods, the wind whistling past their ears as Robert nodded.

"Yeah, although since we're running it's gonna be pretty hard to judge the timer." Robert shouted as John nodded to him.

Robert reached into a pocket on his thigh and pulled out a yellow and black square, a Comp-4 demolition charge. As their gear bounced around he struggled to find the pin on the back. Upon finding it, his gripped it tightly and pulled as fast as he could. The charge started to hiss as the slow-burning fuse started to work its way down.

"10, 9, 8, 7, 6…" Robert counted out loud as John looked over his shoulder judging the distance.

"Now!" John yelled.

Robert released the charge from his grip as it tumbled along the ground before coming to a halt, the fuse still burning. As the scorpion reached the charge the top glowed a bright orange. Robert and John hit the dirt, a risky gamble. The scorpion halted for a brief second over the charge as a deafening crack and boom echoed through the forest.

The ball of fire and smoke engulfed the large creature as it let out a hiss of pain. John and Robert quickly shot to their feet and aimed their weapons towards the scorpion.

"If that didn't kill it… I don't know what will, I couldn't carry the Recoilless Rifle down on the parachute." Robert said with a shrug as he looked over his shoulder to John who kept his trench gun trained on the smoke cloud.

As the cloud cleared, they released a sigh of relief as the slowly dissolving chunks of scorpion lay strewn about the forest. The trees and brush around the area were blown back and scorched. Soon, nothing but the small crater remained as they turned to each-other.

"How many more of those do you have?" John questioned as he looked to Robert, taking in a deep breath and supporting himself on his knees.

"I got 3 more of those and one large one for bunkers." Robert huffed out as he leaned back and pushed his chest out.

"That was probably the fastest we've run in the longest time." John coughed out with a half-chuckle.

"Yeah, I still think Drill Instructor Erickson was a pain." Robert shot back as they both struggled for breath between breaths.

After a minute of resting they looked around, their bearings all messed up. However, as Robert looked around he spotted a small cluster of oddly shaped stone through the branches.

"This way, the old man said we were looking for a group of ruins, right?" Robert asked as he looked over his shoulder at John.

"Yeah, Im pretty sure that's what he said…" John huffed out, the medic still recovering as they started towards the structure.

In Beacon

Ozpin had his neutral face on but deep down being called "Old man" was not something he was fond of. He let out a quite sigh as he focused back on the action that had just occurred in the initiation of the two young men.

"Quite a show, if I would say." Came a deep voice from behind Ozpin who turned to face the familiar face… or moustache at least.

Professor Port, a name that suited his portly nature well. His thick mustache twitching as he watched the two men making their way through the forest towards the ruins. He took in a deep breath before speaking.

"I do say, these gentlemen are warriors at heat and show no hesitation at doing something quite rash. Especially with their lack of a reaction to being launched off the cliff, that was quite impressive." Port continued on as he motioned with his arms, pantomiming his words before letting out a hearty laugh.

"They certainly seemed used to the launch and fall that came after. Perhaps they have done this regularly." Came another voice.

The spectacled and green-haired Doctor Oobleck spoke from behind his thermos as he scanned ever single detail of the two men on screen. He was a man of history and from what he observed they were part of an airborne unit.

"Airborne soldiers that are delivered, not by Bullhead, but by Parachute. Quite intriguing. As far as the crash of their aircraft and their decent into the forest is concerned they seem accustomed to such stressful and frightening situations." Oobleck observed as he pointed with his thermos at the screen.

"This certainly is going to be an interesting year." Ozpin stated in a monotone as he took a sip from his coffee mug and returned his gaze to the screen, the two prospective students entering the location where the relics would be located.

Back in the Forest

"These look like some pretty old ruins Robert." John stated as he walked over to the carved stone and pedestals that formed a semi-circle in the middle of the ruins.

"I might not be a genius, but these objects look like those 'Relics' that the old man wanted us to retrieve." Robert stated with a smirk as he picked up the small pitch-black pawn from the pedestal.

"These are freaking chess pieces, what the hell kind of relics are these anyways. Do they not play chess around here!?" John stated with mild annoyance as he picked up a similar piece to Robert, the fact that chess pieces were their goal being slightly absurd to him.

They looked at each other before nodding and turning around only to be stopped by a familiar sound, a sound that put fear in their soul and made them pray to god that they had an amateur. They smacked to the ground, not caring if it was solid stone when the low-buzz that resembled tearing cloth echoed through the woods.

"MG-42, stay down!" Robert yelled as the rapid bursts of the gun were followed by the pained howls of this worlds creatures.

As the firing stopped, Robert and John pulled themselves along the dirt to a fallen column that faced the direction the shots had come from. Pushing themselves up against the pillar they slowly peaked over, the sound of breaking branched becoming clear as they heard talking.

"Germans… what the hell?" Robert whispered to John as the silhouettes of soldiers donning the German steal helm pushed towards them.

Beacon

The crowd had gone silent. The only noise was that of people whispering amongst themselves at the two student's reactions to hearing a gun in the distance, and the fear that they mad near palpable.

"What in the blazes is going on!" Professor Port shouted as Ozpin silenced him with a hand.

"Perhaps these are people from their world… the others they had talked about." Ozpin quietly mused as he faced the screen a look of curiosity on his face.

The Ruins

Robert was shaking with a mix of anxiety, fear, and anger as he remembered their plane and the things the Germans had done. The world they had set ablaze. He flipped the fire selector on his Thompson as John checked his chamber for the second time in 10 seconds.

They could hear the footsteps getting closer as it was made clear there were three of them, and one had an MG-42. This was not good.

"That MG-42's gonna be a problem." John stated as he looked to Robert, their backs pressed against the worn stone of the pillar.

"How the hell do you suppose they got here?" Robert question as he gun shook slightly.

"The same way we did I assume… in the crazy ass place anything is possible." John stated as he peaked over the top of the pillar the group now only 20 feet away, his trench gun now within deadly range.

He looked at Robert who nodded, slipping a pineapple grenade from his vest and pulling the pin, his other hand counting from five down. He mouthed it out, five… four… three… two… before closing his fist and releasing the spoon with a loud and all-to-familiar clank.

The German soldiers whirled around to their position as the grenade sailed through the air landing in-between two of them. A look of both shock and fear cut across their faces as they tried to run from the grenade, but it was too late. The one with the MG-42 dove away, saving himself as the other tried to run, getting only 5 feet before the grenade exploded.

Metal shards cut through the air before slicing through their clothing and flesh. The deep gashes and hold in their bodies becoming apparent as stones were also launched outwards. One German found his foot removed at the ankle, a cry of pain leaving his mouth as a shard of metal embedded itself in his neck.

The other solider had a piece deflect off his helmet but the rest of the shrapnel entered his back, tearing through his organs and lungs, his heart being one of the organs shredded by the metal.

The machine-gunner, however, had gotten up unscathed as he brought is MG-42 to bear on Robert and John. The tearing was deafening as he emptied the magazine at their cover without thinking. After the trigger clicked John shot up, shouting in his native tongue.

"Lass de Waffe fallen! Lass de Waffe fallen!" Over and over John repeated in the best German he could muster but the German drew his pistol regardless.

The German only got halfway as he started firing wildly, stopping when a blast of buckshot smashed into his chest from 15 feet away. The metal pellets tearing through his ribcage and out the back of his torso. His shattered bones and mutilated organs were all that remained as he slumped to the ground.

"Son of a bitch!" Robert shouted in pain as he grasped the bullet hole in his leg.

"Hold on you damn pussy, you'll be fit as a fiddle when I'm done with you." John quipped as he rushed over to Robert.

The blood soaked earth behind them lay charred and filled with bullet casings. The torn and mutilated corpses of mortal enemies lay sprawled across the ground. One still moving, tears of pain and fear ebbing from his eyes. Tears that stung his torn and burnt flesh that now covered his face.

"Fuck that hurts…" Robert exclaimed between clenched teeth as John pulled out a stick of morphine and slid it into the wound.

"This'll hurt a little…" John said as he pulled out a pair of tweezers and stuck them in the hole, the blood flow not stopping as he felt the metallic clang on the tweezers.

"Gotcha!" He exclaimed as he tore the smashed bullet from Roberts leg, fresh tears coming from his eyes.

"Fuck! Son of a bitch German cock eyed rat!" He yelled at the bleeding corpse of the German who had shot him.

"Now, now… don't take it out on the dead man." John mumbled as he pulled out a bandage and wrapped it tightly around the wound.

They spent a minute sitting there, the only sounds echoing through the clearing were the calls of birds, the whistle of the wind, and the slowly dying German who had his foot amputated by a grenade.

"Put him down…" Robert muttered as he pointed to the German on the ground.

"Nein, bitte ... lass mich gehen ... bitte." The German cried out as John approached him, a pistol in his hands.

He knew the German was begging to be let free, but after all they'd seen, after all they'd been put through by his people. This was the kindest thing he could do. He raised his pistol, ready to fire as the sudden drone of engines could be heard in the distance. They were not propellers but the strange vehicles they had seen before.

From the craft jumped the woman from earlier, the tall blond who stomped over to them. The riding crop in her hand raised.

"Mr. Hanes-Worth…" Glynda started, recalling his name from something she heard from Robert while he talked to Ozpin, "Lower your weapon… immediately." Her voice was near a hiss and she sounded equal amount disturbed and angry.

"This man must die… they are trash, filth, they must die!" John yelled back as he cocked the hammer on the back of the pistol.

Glynda squinted as she flicked her crop and the weapon jerked from Johns hand. His eyes were filled with confusion as the pistol landed a few meters away from him.

"What the…" John mumbled as Robert stood up, grunting as he put weight on his wounded leg.

"You don't understand her lady… these men are our enemies…" Robert started as he pointed to the broken and bloodied man on the floor.

"Yet he is still human… he is under our jurisdiction from this point onwards." Glynda stated as two men from the vehicle came over with a stretcher and loaded him onto it.

As the German was carried to the Bullhead, Robert and John looked on with suspicion in their eyes at what they had just witnessed. A growing anger in their system as John went over to Robert and supported him on his shoulder.

"You two will come back to Beacon… there are things you must answer." Glynda stated with a shudder as her eye passed over the two other corpses in the clearing, their blood drying as she turned away quickly.

Such grizzly sights would never have occurred had these men had aura. 'If these men fought like this in a world where aura simply did not exist.' She shuddered as she brushed the thought aside, saving it for a later time.

Beacon

The feeds had been cut just before the grenade had exploded, but students were starting to talk loudly amongst one another.

"They looked like they came from the same place…" Said one student as she thought about what had just occurred, while another said, "They were going to kill each other!" In a loud whisper to someone next to him.

In the back, the Professors looked at each other. Their screen still showing the aftermath of the encounter. The blood, the gore, and the unbridled hatred that the initiates had shown for these people simply out of what they assumed was the place they had come. Seemingly wanting to kill them on site.

"It appears as though there is much we do not know, but must obtain from them." Ozpin said as he looked at his scroll, a message from Glynda sending a chill up his spine.

'On the way back with the survivor… and the two students.' Was all the message read, but Ozpin could tell, Glynda was afraid… not just for the mutilate man, but for the students at the academy.

A/N: There you go ladies and gents! There's the chapter you've all pestered me for and that's the chapter you've received; the Germans are on Remnant. How many? How powerful? We don't know yet but your feedback is appreciated.

Until next time, take care.