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"But Sarge, we don't know when the ship is gonna get here. It's coming all the way from Earth. That could take days, or weeks, or months, or even years!"

Before Donut could continue talking, he was interrupted by a loud crash. He turned to see a crashed ship about a yard from where he was standing.

"Wow, that was close!" Donut said. "I mean seriously. If I was standing around there or it was flying right over me, that would have landed right on me. I guess it just goes to show-"

Donut was unable to finish his sentence as another ship crashed right on top of him.

"Ship's here," Simmons said. "Both of them I guess."

"Shotgun!" Grif said quickly.

"Fuck!" Simmons cursed. "Wait, on which one?"

"Shotgun on both," Grif repeated.

"You can't call shotgun on two ships," Simmons argued. "That's not fair."

"Well it's also not fair that I can't take naps during lookout duty, but you don't here me complaining," Grif said.

"That's because you sleep on lookout duty anyway!" Simmons exclaimed.

"Would you two quit yappin' and focus!" Sarge shouted at them. "Command finally sent the backup I called for."

"But, there are two ships, Sir," Simmons said. "Which one is our backup?"

"Simmons, isn't it obvious?" Sarge stated. "The backup Command sent was clearly so much that they had to put it in two ships."

"Right, obviously," Grif said in a sarcastic tone.

"Now, let's get these ships open and see what Command sent," Sarge said as he began to approach the nearest ship. Simmons and Grif followed behind.

"But what about Donut, Sir?" Simmons said. "That second ship crashed on him. There's no way he could've survived that."

"Oh, right," Sarge remembered. He then stopped heading to the ship and turned to face Simmons and Grif. "Men, let us take a moment of silence in honor of our fallen companion, Private Donut."

-Literally one moment later-

"Okay, moment of silence over," Sarge said. "Back to work. I'm gonna go check the ship that turned Donut into a strawberry pancake, while you two go check the other ship."

"Yes sir," Simmons replied. The three of them soon split up and headed to the separate ships.

As Grif and Simmons arrived to the crash site of the first ship, they saw that it had a different design than the other ship. The main body was longer and had two huge jet engines stretched out on the sides.

"What exactly are we suppose to do?" Grif asked.

"Well, whatever Command sent us should still be inside, all we have to do is get it open," Simmons said.

"And what exactly did Command send us?" Grid asked.

"Well, it could probably be more weapons, or a vehicle, or some more soldiers for help," Simmons guessed.

"If there are soldiers in there, they're probably dead from the crash," Grif said.

Just then, they heard a loud thud that came from inside the ship.

"What the hell was that?" Grif asked.

"Grif, I think there's someone still alive in there," Simmons said. The thudding noise continued again. "We need to get it open."

"And how do you expect us to do that?" Grif asked.

"Well, for starters, you can stop complaining, and find out where the noise is coming from," Simmons stated.

"Ugh, fine," Grif groaned.

They then saw a small dent that protruded from the side of the door, as the thudding noise continued.

Grif headed to where the dent was. "I think the sound is coming from here."

"No shit," Simmons said. "Whoever's in there must be using something as a battering ram to break down the door."

Grif took a closer look at the dent. "Well, if that battering ram is the size of human fist, I'm guessing this door isn't going to open any time soon."

The door then suddenly burst outward, hitting Grif and knocking him into the air.

"What the hell!" Simmons shouted. He could hear Grif screaming as the door flew off. "Grif!" Simmons ran as fast as he could and chased after the flying door, heading towards the direction of the other ship.

"Was that really necessary!?" Weiss shouted, stepping out of the Bullhead.

"Hey, it got the door open," Yang said as she followed her out.

"That was Beacon property you damaged," Weiss said.

"Well excuse me for getting us out," Yang said in a mocking tone. "If you want, you could go back inside and I could put the door back."

"Why you-"

"Guys, stop fighting," Ruby said running out of the Bullhead and getting between the two. "Let's just be glad that we didn't get hurt when we crashed."

"Where exactly did we crash?" Blake asked as she stepped out of the Bullhead and joined her team.

The four of them looked around and realized that they had no idea where they were.

"Where are we?" Weiss asked. She couldn't see any recognizable landmark around them.

"It looks like a boxed canyon," Ruby said.

"I've been around Vale and they do not have any canyons," Blake said.

"How far did we crash," Yang wondered.

"Oh look, over there!" Ruby pointed. The rest of them looked at the direction she was pointing and saw an unrecognizable ship and some figures in armor moving about.

"Maybe we can ask for some help with where we are," Blake suggested.

"It's better than standing around doing nothing," Weiss agreed.

"Alright then," Ruby said. "Team RWBY, onwards!"

Grif finally stopped screaming when he and the door landed. Right on the side of the other ship. With his body pinned by the door.

Simmons reached the site of the other ship and saw the door of the first ship now stuck on side of the other ship. The door was dented with an outline of Grif as he was stuck between the ship and the door.

"Grif, are you okay!?" Simmons shouted, unsure if Grif could hear him.

The response that Simmons received was groan of pain, which indicated that Grif was still alive.

"Hold on, Grif!" Simmons said. "I'll get Sarge and then we can pull you out." He then went around the ship and found Sarge, who was standing behind the ship. "Sarge, what are you doing?"

"Isn't it obvious Simmons," Sarge said as he turned to face him. "I'm trying to get this ship open."

"It just looks like you're staring at it," Simmons pointed out.

"'Course not," Sarge said. "It's clear that this ship will only open for a true Red soldier. So I've been standing here, channeling all my inner Redness. Then the ship will clearly see me as a Red."

"...Right," Simmons replied, unconvinced with his leader's 'strategy'.

"By the way, what are you doing here?" Sarge asked. "I thought I told you and Grif to check on the other ship."

"We were, Sir," Simmons said. "But the door of the ship flew off and knocked Grif all the way to this side and got pinned on the side of this ship."

"You're saying Grif's dead?" Sarge said. "Well, at least something good happened today."

"Actually, Sir. Grif's still alive," Simmons corrected. "He's just stuck."

Sarge sighed heavily. "Simmons, why do you give me joy and take it away?"

"Sorry, Sir," Simmons said.

"Forget it," Sarge said, snapping out of his disappointment. "Now, how do we get Grif out?"

"Well, I was thinking," Simmons began. "There's a cable on the jeep. If we-"

"Good thinking Simmons!" Sarge interrupted. "We can use the jeep to go back to base and see if there's anything that can get Grif off the ship."

"But sir," Simmons protested.

"This is no time for dawdling," Sarge said as he headed to the jeep and got in. "You wait here with Grif, and I'll find something to get him out. I seem to recall there being some explosives we can use." Sarge continued to think of what to use as he drove off.

Simmons just shook his head as he went back to where Grif was. "Grif, you might be stuck there for a while."

Grif simply replied with another groan.

"Helllooo!"

Simmons turned around to see where the voice came from and saw that he was face-to-face with four girls.

"Helllooo!" Ruby shouted at the maroon-armored soldier.

"You don't have to shout," Weiss said, her ears ringing. "He's standing right there."

"Where did you all come from?" the soldier asked.

"Our ship crashed here," Blake said.

"Wait, you mean that ship over there," the soldier pointed. "You're the backup that Command sent?"

The four of them looked at each other in confusion. They had no idea what he was talking about. In fact, they didn't recognize the armor that he was wearing. The only soldiers they knew were from Atlas and the armor was clearly not the same.

"Command?" Ruby said, confused. "We don't know anything about that."

"Who are you people?" the soldier asked.

"I'm Ruby."

"Weiss."

"Blake."

"Yang."

"What's your name?" Ruby asked.

"It's Simmons," Simmons replied. "So, you don't know anything about Command or what's going on here?"

"Nope," Yang replied.

"Our ship malfunctioned and we crashed here," Weiss explained. "Wherever here is."

The five of them soon looked at the other ship when they heard a groaning noise. Team RWBY saw the door from the Bullhead stuck on its side and human-shaped dent around it.

"Is someone there?" Blake asked.

"Yeah, another soldier, Grif," Simmons replied. "He got stuck after the door on your ship blew off all of a sudden."

Ruby, Weiss, and Blake turned to Yang giving her an accusing look.

Yang just shrugged. "Sorry?"

"Oh, it's fine. He had it coming," Simmons said. "But now, I can't get him off."

"I could get him out," Yang offered. "Should take just a sec."

"Look, I know you want to help," Simmons said. "But that door is extremely heavy. I don't think you-"

Simmons was interrupted as he saw Yang head over to Grif and grabbed onto the door. In an instant, she pulled the door out and flung it away. Grif then dropped to the ground, groaning.

"What the fuck!" Simmons shouted.

Weiss snorted. "With that language, they're definitely not Atlas."

Yang then dragged Grif, who was still groaning, and put him beside Simmons. "He sounds like he's okay."

"How did you do that! You're just a little girl!" Simmons exclaimed.

"Awww," Yang said. "Well, I do consider myself a-door-able."

Ruby, Weiss, and Blake groaned at hearing Yang terrible pun.

Grif soon back on his feet. "What the hell hit me?"

Simmons pointed his gun at the four girls.

"Who are they?" Grif said.

"This is Ruby, Weiss, Blake and Yang," Simmons said. "They're the ones who were inside the ship we were investigating."

"They're our backup!?" Grif said. "They look like they're ten years old!"

"Excuse me," Yang said, crossing her arms. "We're seventeen."

"And fifteen," Ruby added.

"Excuse me, can we get back on topic," Weiss said. "Now that your friend is alright, could you tell us where we are?"

"Um, you're in a boxed canyon," Grif deadpanned. "Obviously."

"That's not what she meant, dumbass," Simmons said.

"Look, we just want to know where in Vale we are?" Blake asked.

"Vale?" Simmons repeated, not familiar with the name.

"Never heard of it," Grif said.

"What?" Blake said, confused as well. Surely they should have at least heard of Vale.

Before any of them could ask any further questions, they were interrupted by and honking noise. They all turned to see a jeep heading there way. Once it stopped, Team RWBY could see a man in red armor coming out of the jeep.

"Who's that?" Ruby asked.

"That's Sarge," Simmons explained. "He's our commanding officer."

"Well, maybe speaking to him will help us get some answers," Weiss said.

"Prepare to be disappointed," Grif said.

"Simmons, I'm back. Bad news, I couldn't find any explosives in the base, but I did find a lighter and some of Donut's hairspray. We could use them as a makeshift flamethrower and-"

Sarge stopped talking when he saw that Grif was free and standing beside Simmons. While this disappointed him, he also noticed that there were four girls standing beside them.

"Now who are these lil' ladies?" Sarge asked.

"Sir, this is Team RWBY," Simmons said while introducing each of them. "They were inside the first ship that crashed."

"So, this is Command's backup?" Sarge said in a surprised tone.

"Sir, actually-" Simmons tried to explain.

"But they're girls," Sarge continued.

"Listen," Weiss said. "We're not-"

"Wait a minute," Yang interrupted. "What do you mean we're 'girls'?""

"Well, last I checked, this was the Army," Sarge said. "And the Army wouldn't allow people with lady parts to enlist."

After hearing the statement, Yang growled in anger, her eyes flickering a shade of red. "I'll have you know that I am great fighter and could probably take on a hundred soldiers."

"Yang, calm down," Ruby said to her sister. "We don't need to start a fight."

"Well, you have a fire in you Missy," Sarge said, impressed. "If any of your friends are the same, we can make you fine soldiers of the Red Team."

"That's what we're trying to tell you," Weiss said. "We're not part of your Red Team."

"Well, that's just nonsense," Sarge said. "Simmons said you came from the ship, and the ship was sent by Command. That means Command sent you to help us."

"But-"

"And this girl over here," Sarge said, referring to Ruby, who was giving him confused look. "She's wearin' a red cloak. Well, if that doesn't say 'Red Team', then call me crazy."

"Is he serious?" Blake asked Grif and Simmons.

"Welcome to our lives," Grif said.

"Listen!" Weiss shouted, having enough of this insanity. "We're not soldiers, we weren't sent by Command, AND WE'RE NOT RED TEAM!"

There was a silence after Weiss' outburst. Her teammates were surprised by the outburst and the Reds were equally surprised.

"Well, if you're not with the Reds then..." Sarge began to say before he came to a realization.

He then raised his shotgun, pointing it at Weiss.

"What are you doing!?" Weiss shouted in shock, backing away slightly.

"If you're not with the Reds, then there's only one logical explanation," Sarge said as he cocked his shotgun. "YOU'RE A DIRTY BLUE!"

Everyone just stood in silence, with the members of Team RWBY becoming even more confused.

"Well fuck," Grif said.

Greetings!

This is my first attempt at writing a crossover with RvB and RWBY. Please leave reviews and tell me what you think.