A/N: Yes, it's the worst thing of all time; the pre-story head note. And worse still, I've got another fanfic on my mind (when will it ever stop!?) As you know, I am a huge Destiny fan, and if you didn't know...now you do. And after watching RWBY for the zillionth time...something clicked...and it happened instantly.

I kept asking myself, is Monty Oum a Destiny fan; or has Bungie been watching a lot of RWBY lately? The two properties have WAY too many idiosyncrasies for them to be purely coincidental. Seriously, just watch the opening prologue to RWBY episode one and see if it doesn't sound point for point like the plot of Destiny.

Which is exactly why these two properties make such an amazing crossover. Everything is practically already in place, you just have to flesh it out.

And in regard to this fic's contents; The setting is Earth, pre-collapse, just at the tail end of the Golden Age. I believe Earth makes a better setting than Remnant for this due a few infuriatingly inexplicable nuances that are present in the show, (most of them racial/cultural). There were a few opportunities that I think were missed and I warn you that I'll be taking a few...'ethnic' liberties with the characters. Also, usually I create entire casts of OC's...

That will not be happening here.

The characters and worlds of RWBY and Destiny really are dynamic enough to stand on their own without being tampered with and skewed to death; so expect to see the various characters of both properties involved...as well as some others!

But enough from me. You want the story right? Well, gets ta readin', I hope you enjoy!

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*Legend 1*

The Ides of March

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It was windy; it was very windy. What made this even more annoying for poor Ruby was the fact that she was walking into the breeze, making her hood all but useless. And then of course, there was the additional weight of the weapon she had strapped to her back which made making headway into the wind even harder.

She was currently on her way to the center of Basel's theater district, where an exhibition from the tower's Guardians was set to take place later that afternoon. What the exhibition exactly entailed was not made public knowledge, so it was all up to conjecture. But Ruby knew that this was her one chance to see Guardians in action with her own eyes. Up until now she had only ever heard stories recounted to her or watched glorified television broadcasts that showed the soldiers of the light thwarting the various threats that had begun to spring up all over earth.

The city of Basel was just in the south of the country that came to be known as The New United Kingdoms. Although Ruby was born and raised here along with her older sister, Yang Xiao Long, her heritage is exactly as Chinese as her elder sister's name...well, half so; both of the girl's are also half Caucasian. But even their unique ethnicity paled in comparison to their surroundings; what with strange blue-skinned awoken; human-like robots called Exos; and the various Faunus that populated Basel, no one thought a half Caucasian, half Chinese girl walking down the street was worth much of a second look.

Ruby ducked swiftly through the door of a small convenience store on her right, furiously rubbing her ears to get their blood flowing as to warm them up again. She swept her silver-colored eyes over the isles of various offerings until she found what she was looking for; the magazine section. She glided an index finger over the brightly-colored covers until she found her choice, "Weapons Mon Mar," she whispered triumphantly. With it being the fifteenth of March, she knew the weapons magazine would be on store shelves. She excitedly flipped through the pages, passing over the boring advertisements and other media related propaganda to get to the good stuff.

The guns.

Ruby was an admitted 'total super nerd' when it came to weaponry. She loved and appreciated every weapon type there was; their varied forms and functions striving them to separate themselves from one another, much like people did. Ruby always thought that seeing a new weapon was much like meeting a new person; she wondered how it worked; how it would fare when pitted against weapons of similar makes and models. She stopped just on a page with a selection of hand cannons. She smiled to herself, remembering her sister's fondness of the heavy magnums. One in particular caught her eye. "Hard Luck Mk. 52. 'Marked with spades. Tuned for a fight. Ready to end any uncomfortable disputes.' That sounds like Yang all the way," she chuckled.

Ruby's weapon of choice was the pulse rifle. She favored their smooth ballistics and reliable precision. Of course she knew that there was no pulse rifle in this magazine or any other that could possibly outperform the one currently in her possession, but it excited her to look at them anyway. "Ooooh!" She squeaked. "The new Baryon MSc! That's not supposed to be out for another year!" Her fangirl squee had caught the attention of two other shoppers in her isle, right where the candy section began (Ruby's next stop). Their initial frowns of disapproval quickly turned into gapes of horror as their eyes fell on Ruby's pulse rifle. Ruby kept her eyes on her magazine as she expelled a huff through her nostrils. Crescent Rose always elicited this kind of response from people; she was used to it...and she kind of liked it.

Just then, the shopkeeper walked his way over to Ruby. "Sorry young miss, but no browsing," he said rather gruffly.

"Oh, sorry, I was buying it anyway," Ruby said back. As she passed the candy isle, she plucked a bag of her favorite treats from the rack; P's and Q's. "Sooo Tastyyyy..." she sang.

As the shopkeeper rang her items up for sale, he caught sight of the weapon on her back. "You out to see the Guardian's exhibition today?"

"Absolutely!" was Ruby's musical response.

The man grunted acknowledgment. "Wouldn't really need Guardians if the Traveler was doing it's job, now would we?"

Ruby pursed her lips in response. No one was supposed to bad mouth the Traveler; it was responsible for all of the blessings of the Golden Age they were currently enjoying. There were no faults with it. Ruby hastily handed the man twenty glimmer to pay for her goods and exited the shop. "Stupid jerk..." she huffed. She stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and cast her view out towards the horizon, where the tip of the mysterious sphere was just barely visible at the limit of the skyline.

The Traveler had come to rest at the northernmost part of the New United Kingdoms, and that's exactly where they built the Tower; the place where the Guardians lived. Wouldn't really need Guardians if the Traveler was doing it's job, now would we?... The doubt crept into Ruby's mind along with the memory of that statement. Lately, vicious creatures have been showing up on earth. Their origins were as mysterious as that of the Traveler's, but one thing was clear; they were enemies. The Traveler was believed to be protecting humanity, not just on earth, but on all the worlds beyond it. Then what were those creatures doing here? And why were they so opposed to it's existence?

Ruby shook off this grim train of thought as she remembered her itinerary. 'This is supposed to be a happy day' she thought. She was going to meet real life Guardians for the first time, she should be ecstatic. But more thoughts came into her head. Just what were the Guardian's roles? Protectors of humanity. But from what? Why would the Traveler grace Guardians with such fantastic powers? It's almost like it knew it was being hunted...

Ruby's thoughts were truly derailed by the sound of screams that suddenly pierced trough the air. Those were not screams of delight, as such a day should bring. The screams were soon followed by a flood of civilians running as fast as they could in the opposite direction Ruby was walking. "What's happening?" she asked as they stormed passed.

"Fallen, in the square!" One of them answered at top speed.

Ruby was sure she heard wrong. How could the Fallen possibly be here of all places; this close to the Traveler? She tossed her magazine and candies to the ground as she sprinted up the block, her red cloak flapping behind her. She came to a stop at the edge of the open square and caught her breath. She crouched low as she surveyed the area, and there in the center, sure enough, were the Fallen in question. Four arms; ragged cloaks and shaggy armor; they were Vandals.

How in the world did they get here? More importantly, there was supposed to be a contingent of Guardians on hand for today's event, where the hell were they!? If no one else was here, Ruby knew she was going to have to take matters into her own hands. Her Hunter instincts began to take over as she surveyed the area, noting objects she could use as cover and any good vantage points that the square offered. Ruby unstrapped the weapon from her back, loaded a fresh clip from her belt and cocked the hammer. She was ready.

Ruby took a quick series of sharp breaths before charging from her hiding place. The hard rubber soles of her boots slammed across the pavement, which gave her position away immediately to the Vandals, but she had expected that. Ruby grinned as she charged faster, knowing these aliens were in for a battle that they could not win. For Ruby's pulse rifle of choice...

Was the Red Death.

TWULAT! TWULAT! TWULAT! The sound of Crescent Rose's ballistics filled the air along with the death screams of three of the Vandals. The rest of the group scatted, seeing the deaths of their comrades. They shouted at one another in a guttural and esoteric language as they scrambled for better positioning. The pop of their electric rifles alerted Ruby to their return fire as she sprinted for the base of a stone staircase. She carried the momentum of her sprint into a tactical slide which she used to enter her chosen cover. She wasn't safe however. A Vandal sniper had espied her position and let loose a round from it's wire rifle. The electric beam struck Ruby square in the shoulder. "GAGH!" She quickly traced the trajectory of the beam and lined up the sniper with red cross bones of her iron sights. TWULAT! What was left of the Vandals soul was jettisoned from it's body as it fell over dead. Ruby sighed in relief from her pain as her weapon's healing agent took affect.

But still she wasn't safe. Every kill with Crescent Rose granted her bonus dexterity, which she used to reload her weapon in a flash as she readied herself for the next assault.

A bright blue flash suddenly sailed over the stairs Ruby was hiding behind as it wedged itself into the concrete there. It was a shock grenade. Ruby yelped as she was forced from her position by the electric explosive; she took a running aim and let Crescent Rose loose on the remainder of the Vandals. They fell with little effort, and Ruby was left alone in the square amongst the carnage.

Weapon still in hand, she approached the nearest group of the lifeless husks that now littered the area. "Sheesh...they're even uglier when they're dead..." She nudged the carcass with her boot; morbid curiosity prompting her further investigation of the thing.

Little did Ruby know, however, that she was being stalked. A silent and invisible assassin was slowly creeping towards her from behind. And when it was finally in range, it struck.

Having no time or awareness to anticipate the blow, Ruby was sent sprawling across the concrete, Crescent Rose flying from her grip. Ruby was barely conscious. In her blurring vision she could just make out the shimmer of distorted air that told of the use of active camouflage. 'A stealth Vandal...' she thought. With Crescent Rose yards from her grasp, and Ruby barely coherent, she was sure she was going to be killed. The Vandal dropped it's camouflage, sensing that the kill was at hand. It sounded it's eerie howl at the sky and brought it's beam sword down-

Only to be blasted away at the last moment.

A sudden explosion of deep purple energy had come between the Vandal and it's quarry. Ruby was shocked alert and quickly scrambled to her feet. She watched as the purple energy formed itself into a small bubble between her and the Vandal. 'That's a Vortex Grenade' she thought. 'But that would mean...' As though in response to her imminent epiphany, a figure fell, as though from the sky, and landed lightly just in front of Ruby.

It was a woman, with blonde hair and bright green eyes. Ruby was sure she recognized her, but her mind was still fuzzy from the Vandal's blow and she couldn't piece together properly from where she might know her.

The woman pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose as she assessed the situation. While she was no doubt aware of the Vandal in her immediate field of vision, her eyes were darting this way and that, as though scanning for threats that were less apparent than the one in front of her. And no sooner did she realize they were there, a flock of stealth Vandals joined up behind their brethren. There was a small "Hmph," from the woman as she primed her weapon; a dark blue hand cannon, and sprung into action.

CLOUGH! CLOUGH! CLOUGH! Vandals were dropping left and right from the pin-point power of her weapon. The Vandals fired back; their shock rifles filling the air with swimming blue projectiles. She easily dodged these by taking to the air with a flare of void energy and hovering quite a few yards above her assailants.

From there, she focused her mind as she called upon her bond with the infinite void of space. She began to shimmer with an ethereal aura, and then, with a sweep of her arm and a sound like tearing space-time, a trio of volatile bolts of void energy hurtled at her enemies. The Vandals were instantly disintegrated as the void energy slammed home. She landed gracefully on her feet again and turned her eyes to Ruby, who only just now remembered who this woman was.

"You're a Warlock..." she gasped. Ruby could do little to suppress her oncoming fangasm. "Can I have your autograph!?" And the next thing Ruby knew...

She was in custody; Guardian's arrest.

She was staring at four gray walls and two angry eyes, who's owner was currently pacing about the room, the sharp heels of her boots clik-claking on the tiled floor. And seemingly worst of all, her weapon had been confiscated.

"I hope you realize, young lady, that your actions today will not go without repercussion," she started.

"Repercussion?!" Ruby whined. "But if I hadn't acted, people could have died!"

"And by doing something as impulsive as engaging a group of unknown hostiles, you put not only yourself in danger, but the lives of the very people you were trying to protect," Was the woman's counter. "Our Guardian contingent would have had the situation under control."

Ruby fell silent as she lowered her eyes to the floor. Her new angle of vision crossed over the woman's calf-high boots. It was there that Ruby noticed her weapon, stowed rather stylishly in a holster at the top of her right boot. "Nifty Biscuit..."

Though Ruby only whispered this, the sound carried true enough through the small confines of the interrogation room. "I beg your pardon?"

Ruby smiled somewhat sheepishly. "Your hand cannon...it's called Nifty Biscuit."

The older woman let out a sigh, mostly through her nose. "While what you did was far beyond reckless, there is something to be said about your skill in combat, and with that...weapon of yours." She grimaced just slightly, as though just the memory of Ruby's deadly pulse rifle was enough to cause her discomfort. "If I had final say on your discipline today, you'd be sent home with a pat on the back..."

Ruby's hopes began to rise just high enough to-

"And a slap on the wrist!" She finished sharply. She gave her rectangular glasses an adjustment before heaving another sigh. "But with all that said, there is someone here who would like to meet you."

She stepped aside to one side of the doorway, her chin in the air and hands clasped behind her back; the classic posture of attention. And from the darkened doorway, stepped a figure that Ruby had only before seen on a television screen. What he was doing here, to see her of all people was beyond any guess she could muster. As he stepped under the room's one light, his full profile was revealed. He could be described as just past middle-aged; his gray-silver hair reflecting the spotlight above him. He wore a neatly pressed black suit with green trimming, and shaded bifocals over his brown eyes. He leaned rather heavily on a walking cane clutched in his left hand.

"Ruby Rose," were his first words upon entry to the room. He leaned over the table, as to better inspect the young girl's face. "You have...silver eyes..." Ruby didn't know what to make of this comment. She had seen stranger eyes on people; mostly awoken, whose eyes literally glowed like neon lights. He settled himself into the chair opposite Ruby and studied her for just a moment before saying, "So tell me, young lady, where is it that you learned to use this" And from under his chair, he hefted Ruby's beloved Crescent Rose onto the table between them.

Ruby stuttered for just a second. "Ummm...Basel's Signal," she said slowly.

"They taught you to use one of the most dangerous pulse rifles ever constructed?"

"Well, one teacher in particular," Ruby said back.

"Hmm. It's just that I've only ever seen one other weapon of this model before. It's owner was a dusty old Qrow..."

"That's my uncle Qrow!" Ruby squeaked excitedly. "I was utter garbage until he took me under his wing. Now I'm all like, PEW! PEW! BANG! BANG! And stuff!"

The man chuckled as he inspected the weapon before him. It was a twisted and cruel design; fatal in it's function, and beautiful in it's brutality; this was an instrument of death, and was aptly named so. So unbecoming of the cute young girl before him. He tilted his head slightly as he noticed an inscription along the weapon's barrel. "Red like Roses..." he read aloud. He looked Ruby in the eye and said, "Perhaps this should be read as, 'Red like Death.'". The girl shrugged rather uncomfortably, a gesture that did not dissuade his next question. "So tell me, what's an adorable girl like you doing with a weapon such as this?"

Ruby knew that in this moment, honesty was the best move she could make. "Because..." she started slowly. "I want to be a Guardian."

The older man leaned back in his chair, his eyebrows just slightly elevated. "You want to slay monsters?" Was his response.

"Yes," Ruby said back. "My parents always me to help others, so I like to help people, and so does my sister; she's leaving for The Tower tomorrow. And I'm like, if I wanna help people, might as well make a career out of it. I mean the police are cool, but Guardians are so much more romantic; star tripping through the galaxy to save the day and protecting the people. I always wanted to go to the moon like that old song; 'Fly me to the Moon, and let me play among the stars'...And just...GEEEE! Ya know!?" Near the end of her statement, Ruby's voice had reached the pitch that only dog's could probably hear.

The man before her chuckled endearingly; the girl's youthful enthusiasm eliciting said response. And then he asked her slowly, "Do you know who I am, Ruby?"

Ruby was nearly insulted by the question. "Of course, You're Ozpin, the Speaker of the Light." How could she possibly not know who he was?

Ozpin chuckled again in a sort of self-satisfied manner. "Hello there," he said, inclining his head.

"Nice to meet you," Ruby said back.

"Do you want to come to my Tower, Ruby?"

"More that anything," was her honest whisper of a response.

"Well, alright then," Ozpin said, raising himself from his seat. "Glynda, please see to it that the necessary preparations are made."

"Of course, sir," Glynda said with a bow. Ozpin hobbled his way out of the room, leaving only Glynda and her scowl in his wake. She reached into her blouse's pocket and retrieved a small holographic ticket-chip and handed it to Ruby. "The Skylark bound for the tower will be leaving tomorrow at 3:00 PM sharp; we will be departing whether you are there or not." Ruby had the distinct impression that Glynda much preferred the 'or not' part of that statement.

"Thank you very much," Ruby said. Glynda nodded curtly and clik-claked out of the room. Ruby stared at the small trinket in her hands. A scale model image of the illustrious Tower was projected from the chip. After a short time, the Tower was replaced with an image of a Guardian recruitment poster she had seen in various places about the city of Basel. It displayed a female Hunter, expertly twirling a throwing knife through her fingers; a male Warlock, harnessing the essence of the infinite void in his palm; and an intimidating Titan, cracking his knuckles, spoiling for a fight. And in blazing letters over their heads was the Tower's recruitment slogan: JOIN THE GUARDIANS. FIND YOUR DESTINY. BECOME LEGEND.

Ruby nearly snapped the thing in half in her glee. She was really doing it; she was going to The Tower! Her eyes came alight with fantastic daydreams of her flying through the galaxy to thwart evil on worlds beyond her own; to see things that no one had ever seen before.

She was prepared for her greatest moments; she was prepared for her finest hour; the dream that she always dreamed was suddenly about to flower. But it was up t her to take the first step.

Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough.

*End of Legend 1*

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A/N:

Yeah it's me...again. I was thinking that I wouldn't post this until I had another three or four chapters compete, but I decided to get it up (Bow-Chica-Bow-Wow) while the whole RWBY x Destiny genre is pretty new. Destiny is a really young game, and there will no doubt be plenty of new Fics for it. And if anyone else could see the absolute brilliance of the crossover potential for these two properties, (as nine people already have) then there should be plenty more stories of this like to come.

And speaking of said stories, be sure to read, RWBY: Guardians, by fanfiction user, SOVIETxEAGLE. It's a good read that I just had to give a follow! Now if you'll excuse me, I have to do some patrol missions on the moon...

- B.D Skunkworks