Remnant... a planet whose technology is the envy of others. Swords that turn into guns, launchers that turn into giant hammers capable of mass destruction. And these same guns fire ammunition that changes according to what type of 'Dust' is in them. Fire, Ice, you name it. Remnant has hovercrafts, mechs, robot soldiers, ships capable of flight and more. And yet, humanity on Remnant is under attack. On one side, the Grimm... Monsters born from who knows what, darker than night. Killing all they can kill to satiate their bloodlust. And the other, the White Fang. A group of people called the Faunus, people born with animal limbs, formed this group, once for peaceful protests, and now... turned into something more violent.

However... one race from the deepest reaches of space does not care about how advanced a planet's technology is, nor what creatures live there that could tear them to shreads. In the space above Remnant, near its shattered moon, an alien spacecraft looms over the planet. Little did they know, a hunter from another planet will change the lives of many in Remnant forever.

Alien Mothership Spacecraft...

Hunters... Demons... these Aliens have had different names for as long as they've hunted. They are the Yautja. However... they are more colloqualy known as The Predators. A race of technologically advanced Aliens that live to hunt and kill. For honor, for sport. Those they kill, become trophies. Skulls put on display, weapons taken from fallen warriors. On this ship looming above Remnant, these masked hunters walked about the ship, tending to their duties or their weapons. However, among all these masked aliens. One hunter stands out from the rest. His face... human. However, his biology is as alien as the hunters. His eyes glowed an unnatural green. His long black hair tied into the recognizable dreadlocks of their kind, a painful process to undergo to become a hunter. He was heavy, and muscular, likely a gift from the harsh training on Yautja Prime, the Predators' home planet. And yet, all these things. No one knows why this particular hunter looks more human. An experiment? Birthed from a human parent? Or maybe a genetic mutation? No one knows. Not even he.

There he stood in front of a wall in his room on the ship. Skulls show from this wall. He was obviously a veteran of many hunts. Another wall in his room showed off his weapons. Two wrist gauntlets with razor sharp blades are on his arms. On his weapon wall, a whip addorned with sharp blades. A spear with even MORE sharp blades. In fact... one could look at his arsenal and remark most of them are fitted with blades. In the center of all these weapons, a mask. The top part of the mask had letters of the Yautja language adorning it. The mask itself would scare those of weak disposition, and make the stronger prey nervous. The mask's eyes shaped in an ever frightening glare. A small beeping caught the hunter's attention and he went over to a large chair. As he sat, the chair span to the front as several holograms appeared. He pressed a few buttons on his arm rest and watched as an older Predator appeared. If our Hunter was a regular human, understanding what the elder was saying would be impossible. For their language is grunts, roars and clicking. Our Hunter however... was not a regular human.

"Rion." The Elder grunted. "Two youngbloods have gone missing on this planet while scouting and hunting." He told the situation.

"Would you like me to search for them?" Rion clicked back. Although he was wanting to find the bodies of the young hunters, he secretly wanted to hunt on this planet himself.

"Yes. And yet, there, your task is not over. This planet is ripe with honorable warriors. If you wish to hunt here... you may." The Elder Yautja told him.

Rion placed his fist over his heart. "It will be done..." He told him as the Elder disconnected.

Rion stood up from his chair and headed over to his weapon wall. He checked his wristblades first, making sure they were in fine condition. He then took his razorwhip, his bladed spear called a Glaive and two heavy blades shurikens. A shoulder-mounted cannon-like device rested on his shoulder. He then picked up a small metal container.

"Just in case." He told himself. He spotted his mask and slowly put it on. His vision changing to Infrared vision thanks to the mask. A very useful tool indeed. He clicked on a hose that allowed him to keep breathing in case the atmosphere did not support him as he left his room, heading to the hanger.

The hanger was large, many spacecraft rested here. Rion climbed into his personal spacecraft, watching as the cockpit closed and lit up. He pressed some buttons and flew out of the Mothership, heading toward Remnant. A forest would make great cover for hiding his ship.

Remnant... Cliffside...

Professer Ozpin stood on the cliff overviewing the forest. He had hoped that these new students would survive initiation.

"...I don't care what the transcripts say... Jaune is not ready for this level of combat." Professer Glynda Goodwitch said on his side.

"Even so... it will no doubt make this year... very interesting." Ozpin retorted, drinking a sip of his coffee. Goodwitch looked up and saw an object falling from the sky.

"What is that...?" She narrowed her eyes to get a better view. 'A meteor?' She thought, it looked like something falling from atmospheric reentry.

In the forests...

The ship landed roughly in the forests, several tree branches were broken and some dirt had kicked up. The cockpit of the ship opened up as the ship itself slowly turned invisible. A cloaking device had been activated. Rion jumped out of his ship and looked around, scanning for signs of life. Anything could have heard his landing.

"Yaaaaaang!" A young voice caught his attention.

"Yaaaaaaaang!" It shouted again. It sounded close. Rion clicked a few buttons on his wrist bracer, activating his cloaking device as he jumped to the trees, making his way through the forest.

Moments later... Rion stumbled across a sight that he knew he would find... yet still disheartening to see... He had found one of the dead Youngbloods. He jumped down from the tree and kneeled down near the body. He placed his hand on the dead hunter's mask and gave a saddened grunt. Even if he did not know the Youngblood, he was still his brother in a way.

"Ruby?" A voice asked coming from the bushes. Rion quickly turned, releasing a loud snarl. He activated his wrist blades and cloaked.

"Nope!" The same voice said and started running the other direction. She quickly stopped herself. The Grimm had found her. However... the blonde smirked as she drew back her fists, the sound of a shotgun pumping was heard as she charged toward the bear-like Grimm called an Ursa. Rion had heard the sounds of fighting and headed over to watch. She had handled herself pretty well. She dodged a swipe from an Ursa.

"Ha! You guys couldn't hit the broadside of a b-" She stopped as she saw a blonde hair fall from the sky. Rion tilted his head slightly. "You... You MONSTER!" She shouted, fire erupted around her as she charged toward the poor Grimm. Rion had to shield his eyes from the sudden heat surge.

'Interesting.' he thought. In her blind rage however, she missed a Grimm sneaking behind her. Rion grabbed his spear from his back, watched as it unfolded and threw it at the Grimm. The Grimm yelped in surprise as it soon got pinned to a tree. The blonde quickly turned to see what had happened, she was as shocked as the Grimm was. Rion uncloaked and made his way to the dying Ursa. The Ursa roared in rage at Rion and tried to swipe at him. Rion activated his wristblades and swiped at the neck of the Ursa. The Ursa stopped moving for a few seconds. The blonde raised an eyebrow. The head of the Ursa slowly fell off its body, the body itself going limp. Rion retracted his blades and pulled out the spear. He folded the spear again, sheathing it on his back.

"Um... wow." The blonde said, getting his attention. Rion turned and looked. "Um... I'm Yang?" She chuckled nervously, extending a hand to shake. Rion looked from her to her hand.

'Is this what human women wear on this planet?' He thought. Then again, his outfit was a fishnet like material covering his body with peices of armor, metal and skulls adorning it. Rion simply turned and walked away, activating his cloaking device. Yang went wide eyed and looked around.

"What the?! Where did he-?!" She looked frantically. "I have SO many questions!" She shouted. She took a moment to regain her bearings. "Ah... whatever... time to find Ruby." She shook it off and started running again.

From the trees, Rion watched as she ran off. "This planet... is very interesting." He told himself, smirking behind his mask.