I DO NOT OWN RWBY OR DOOM!

Chapter One: Awakening

A man looked impatiently at his watch. He was middle aged, with dark hair speckled with grey on the sides. He performed little actions of restlessness; adjusting his tie, pulling the glove on his right hand, straightening his white jacket, and so on. His left leg bounced with nervous energy. His thin face was pulled into a expression of annoyance and displeasure. "Ten minutes late." He muttered under his breath.

Being a high ranking man of a large military force did not leave one with much room for patience when it came to business.

"I'm sure they have a valid reason to be tardy, sir." His subordinate newt to him said. "They were very insistent after all. Saying that it was essential that we come in person to see what they were planning to offer. Whatever must be keeping them has to be important."

Ironwood sighed. "I do hope you are right."

The duo were sitting at a table in the front lobby of the headquarters of the United Aerospace Corporation, or UAC, a new private research and development company that also doubled as a military force. It had been founded a while back, and was run by some of the greatest minds currently residing Remnant.

The two were here on account of the UAC's director, Dr. Samuel Hayden, personally contacting them. He wished for them to come to a meeting and see a demonstration of what he and his company have achieved. They appeared to be planning a business transaction or collaboration, as the general guessed.

A voice suddenly broke the silence.

"Hello General Ironwood and Special Operative Schnee. Allow me to be the first to welcome you to our establishment." it said, a hologram eye appearing above the table they were sitting at.

Both named military officials sprang to their feet in surprise. They looked at the floating eye, wondering just what in the world it was.

"Hello." Ironwood said a bit uncertainly. "Uh... who might you be?"

"I am Vega, the sentient intelligence assigned to the UAC Headquarters." Vega introduced himself. "I help operate this entire foundry, following the orders of high ranked officials and helping any working personnel."

"An sentient intelligence?" Winter asked. "Like an AI?"

"Correct. I am an autonomous artificial intelligence, one of the first fully fledged AI that the UAC has created. I was designed by Dr. Hayden himself to be able to run the facility should he or any other high seated board members be unable to do so."

"Ah-huh." Ironwood mused.

"Now, believe you two have a scheduled meeting. Allow me to lead you through the facility and to where the demonstration will be held."The hologram of a eye disappeared, and a nearby door opened leading to a hall, the eye of Vega on a screen near the door. Looking to each other, Ironwood and Winter went to the door, entering and following AI.

As they walked down the hall they looked to their right, which was a collection of windows showing various rooms. Most of them were labs, showing people in lab coats looking at screens and mapping out equations.

"As you can see, we have scientists working round the clock to develop new ideas for our work, and how to improve on various of our current operations."

In one of the rooms, there were robotic limbs constructing pieces to machines neither Atlas personnel could fathom what they did.

"Here at the UAC, we pride ourselves in having some of the best engineering and mechanical equipment. And we produce more every day, product rate reaching about a fifty items an day, or eighteen thousand two hundred fifty items a year."

Ironwood could barely imagine the thought of that production rate. If Atlas had that great a production rate, then they'd have more airships, rifles, and automated soldiers then they would know what to do with.

"And... and all of your products are fully functional?" Winter asked.

"Yes, but sadly over half of what we produce is just standard equipment." Vega said, sounding a bit disappointed. "As much as we are about producing advanced and powerful technology, we are also funded by various organizations who want certain items. We provide them at the best of quality, but it keeps us from focusing on our overall objective."

Ironwood was surprised. For all their talk of creating the best of advanced items, they were limited in funding? That must be why they had come to the Atlesian government. They were looking for someone to fund their products that they truly wanted to build.

They passed another door, this one showing well built men and women running around a track. All looked to be about in their late teens to early twenties.

Before either Ironwood or Winter could ask, Vega explained what it was.

"This is our Elite Guard division. Here we select candidates to become the best of the best. Under intense training and experimentation, these soldiers are given augmentations, top of the line weapons, along with state of the art suits; allowing them to perform far greater than any older and more experienced officer." Vega said.

"Experimentation?" Ironwood asked.

"Affirmative. With need for stronger individuals on the battlefield, many advancements with Dust have been used over the years. But, here at the UAC, we are not limited to just Dust with our experimentation." There seemed to be an odd edge to Vega's voice. Almost as if he was being smug.

"What do you mean by, 'not limited to just Dust?' " Winter asked, frowning at how he sounded when he said the last bit.

"You'll learn soon enough." Vega responded. "After all, it is the main reason Dr. Hayden called you here."

With that said, the rest of the mini-tour continued on in complete silence.

"For the last time, Catherine, you can't speak to him."

Olivia Pierce was sitting at her desk, in the middle of a video call with an old associate and past fellow researcher and friend.

"This is important!" Catherine said. "Samuel cannot just up and ignore me!"

"I assure you, if he could, he'd be there working alongside you." Olivia said, sighing in exasperation. "He'd love nothing more. But you know better than anyone just how vital his work is."

"And my work isn't important?!" Catherine shrieked. "We're working towards the same goal! Surely he understands that, and should be doing all he can to assist me!"

Olivia sighed again, snapping her head up when a knock came at the door. "Look, Catherine. I'll talk to him later when I can. Right now I have a meeting to attend."

She closed the com link before Catherine could say anything else. Rubbing her temples, Olivia called out. "Come in."

The doors slid open and Ironwood and Winter entered.

"Welcome, General Ironwood and Specialist Schnee. I am Olivia Pierce, co-head of the UAC." Olivia greeted, standing up and walking around her desk.

She shook hands with both Atlesians and motioned them to two seats before the desk. "Please, make yourselves comfortable."

When they were all seated, Ironwood was the first to speak.

"Where is Dr. Hayden?" He asked. "It was my impression that he wanted to speak to us personally."

Olivia gave Ironwood a tired smile. "Yes. He was indeed adamant to attend this meeting himself, but some... rather concerning matters have occurred as of recently that have needed his immediate and utmost attention."

"And what could possibly be so important as to be keeping the good doctor?" Ironwood asked, eyes narrowed.

"Nothing too concerning to a point. There has been some, let's say, heated debates rising up from staff members." Olivia explained. "Lately some have begun to believe that what we are researching is pure evil. "The work of the devil", in their words. While others believe that we're on the verge of a second coming, or sign of God."

"That is quite a divide." Winter noted.

Olivia sighed again. "Indeed. Samuel is working on calming heads, quelling fears, and raising moral. As you can imagine it is quite the task, requiring tremendous amounts of time and effort. But Samuel has always been one to push himself towards tasks that seem impossible and has always found a way to come out on top." With a small smile of pride, Olivia ran a hand back through her hair and straightened up.

"So while he is preoccupied, I will just have to do my best to fill in in his absence."

There was a few seconds of silence, witch Ironwood broke. "I'm curious. Where do you fall in that certain debate?" he asked.

Olivia laughed at that. "I do not believe this is the devil's research, nor do I think any God has any sort of hand in any of this. But, I do believe that even if our work is perilous at times and can certainly blur the lines of morals, we do it all for the sake of mankind benefit. Against our struggle against the Grimm, and against mother nature."

Ironwood took a while to watch her carefully. As soon as he had entered the room with her, he had felt something odd. There was this... air about Olivia. She had a kind of active passiveness. She was like someone who could be hidden in plane sight, and even forgotten from other's minds at her convenience. She seemed like someone who could persuade someone to get something she wants just by staying quiet and letting everyone else do the heavy persuasion.

Ironwood pulled himself from his thoughts and continued on with the meeting.

"So, why was Dr. Hayden so insistent that the Atlas military come meet him today?"

"Ah, right to the point." Olivia nodded, smiling. "Good. I like that."

She rose from her chair, and went to the wall behind her desk. Holding up her hand, a holographic screen appeared. With a press of a holographic button, the sound of gears moving was now heard. From the desk emerged a small white box with several clasps and locks. Olivia pressed a few more buttons and the box's clasps and locks opened.

She popped up the lid. Olivia's face was suddenly lit up in a deep red glow. Ironwood and Winter watched silently as Olivia reached into the box and pulled out a ball. It was made of glass and was clear, and in the middle of it was a small, red crystal. The crystal glowed and sparked inside the ball with energy. Th instant it was in full view the room was bathed in it's red glow. Even its energy seemed to fill the whole room as well. Raw, untamed, untapped power just begging to be unleashed and used.

Ironwood and Winter got to their feet and looked in awe at the small object. A crystal of energy with tiny red lightning encircling it. That was the best they could think to describe it.

"This," Olivia held up the little marvel of science in her hand. "Is Argent Energy. This is the next revolution in the field of energy propellant, and the benefits it will create for other industries as well will be quite remarkable, to say the least."

She looked back at the two Atlesians, who had regained their composure. She smiled, knowing she had roped them in. "So. Shall we talk business?"

He stood there amidst the chaos and destruction caused by his actions. The stone ground was covered in rivers of blood, and the sky was a red hue that matched the defiled earth. The dead lay strewn all around him. Both the innocent, ruthlessly slain, and the guilty, brutishly destroyed; everywhere their bodies were scattered.

The corpses of men, women, young children, and horrific demons all could be seen across the desolate plane. He could hear the screams from people far off, howling along side the restless wind. Their earsplitting shrieks of agony ripped through the air, a distinct sign that there was still killing and fighting going on.

"It's time." A deep, resounding voice said, interrupting the nightmare. "Time to return to the world of the living, and continue your never ending mission." It chuckled amused. "It's time for you to be awakened."

Broken sword clasped in his hand, he looked on to a hoard of monsters, even worse than what the human imagination was capable of conceiving. Each being was more horrific than the last, and stronger as well, or at least much harder to kill. Currently they held back from him, as they had seen first hand what he had done to their kind, their remains lying at his feet and trailing behind him. They knew to fear this man, for he was vastly different from the rest. He stood out from all other humans any of them had encountered.

There was an raw, unbridled ferocity that he held that was comparable to what the demons themselves held.

"As much as I'd rather not unleash you, as I know full well to doubt that I could ever control you... I need you. I can, at the very least, point you in the right direction. You'll achieve an end that meets both of our goals, I'm sure."

He spat out some blood onto the ground, whipping his chin with his forearm. Holding up what remained of his weapon, bloodied gauntlet grasping it tightly, the sentinel pointed it to the demons. It was a silent challenge, saying that he did not fear them, going as far as daring them to make the first move. They backed a step away instinctively, fearing to meet their doom.

It was not until a roar split the air, drowning out everything else, that things moved along. The demons scattered, making way for the new arrival. Stomping through the hoard of demons, came a large monstrosity. Eight feet tall, without visible eyes and large limbs, it distinguished itself from the rest of the lesser demons. As to be expected from one of Hell's Knights.

But the Sentinel was not one to be intimidated easily. After all, he was a Night Sentinel, a guardian fighting off the forces of the night. He alone had been given many titles branding him as hell's worst enemy. The Bane of Hell, The Hell Walker, and The Unchained Predator.

Dubbed by the demons themselves, he was the one and only, Doom Slayer.

Throwing away the near useless weapon, the Slayer stood his ground before the Hell Knight, fists raised. The Hell Knight roared, baring it's set of serrated teeth and razor claws. The two charged, roaring their war cries. They met in the middle, the Hell Knight's claws primed to shred flesh, and the Slayer with fists ready to rip and tear.

"The dark forces are collecting together, planning something no one can even begin to imagine. They will rain down upon us all, bringing Armageddon with them. They will be rage, brutal, without mercy. But you..." The voice boomed into a powerful laugh that echoed within his nightmare world. "...You will be worse. Rip and tear, until it is done."

The Slayer awoke, bellowing savagely and launching himself upwards. However he found himself pulled back with resistance. After a second to recover from this confusion, he found his hands chained. Inspecting closer to his restraints, he found that he seemed to be bound to a table made of stone, with nothing but undergarments on. With a shake of his head to rid the rest of the fog in his mind, he pulled against his restraints and broke the chains with a little effort.

Once free he sat up, rubbing his wrists as he begun observing his surroundings. He was in a room was in near perfect darkness, the only light coming from wax candles placed around the stone table. In the light available, he made out the shapes of walls covered in metallic objects. He was not familiar with most of it, but from what he could guess, these were extremely advanced technological machines, having seen a few before.

The room was cold, void of any sense of warmth or anything remotely close to hopped of the the stone table, his bare feet met a cold metal floor. Rubbing his hands and breathing on them, he was again reminded of the issue that he was basically naked. The thought of being naked didn't bother him, it was just not wearing anything to protect him from any on coming attack. He looked around, and his eyes found the stone table he had been on just a moment ago.

The slayer found it was not a table, but in fact a large slab of rock in a rectangular shape. On it's surface was a dent, outlining the form of a person, of him he realized. Looking up he saw metallic limbs hanging from the ceiling, claws clamped onto another stone, matching the width and length of it's counterpart below it. Gazing between the two it wasn't hard to piece things together.

He had been lying within the confines of those two stones, trapped between them like a corpse inside a coffin. He frowned at the stones, disturbed by the thought of how he had ended up like that. He shook it off, forcing himself to focus. Looking around again, he found a doorway, leading out of the room. Without hesitation the slayer headed for it, his rapid foot steps making hardly a sound.

Entering the new room, he was met with a comforting sight, the first since waking up. Before him was a suit of armor, embedded in rock. This armor belonged to none other than himself. Why it was in stone, and how it even got there in the first place was beyond him, but it mattered little to him as he approached it.

In no time he was back in the familiar armor, holding his helmet before him. He found the red symbol painted above the left corner of the visor, running this thumb over it almost fondly. Then he placed the helmet over his head. Once he put it on, he looked down, seeing something odd.

A backpack, looking to be no bigger than one a child would use. It matched his armor's color scheme, with electronic symbols dotted around. There was a note on it, which he picked up.

'It's a gift. It will help you on your journey. Use it well. -S.H.' it read simply.

Confused, he picked it up and looked inside. There was a pistol inside, which he took out and examined before clipping it to his side. He stuck his hand inside the bag, searching for anything else. He came up with nothing, but found it to be more spacious than he thought at fist. Reaching far in, he couldn't feel the bottom, and yet it was no bigger than his forearm.

He found that with it up to his shoulder, it appeared as if he had a stump arm. The only conclusion he could make that made sense to him is that it was some kind of magic. He didn't initially like the idea of using magic of unknown origin, but it would be of use. It would allow him to keep multiple times on hand at all times and not having to worry about weight or movement restriction. Slinging it on his back, he adjusted the straps and fitted it to him.

The slayer turned to his right to a device next to the stone where the armor had been. He touched its glowing screen, quickly figuring out how to operate it. He found a map, showing where he was and how to leave. Once committing the map to memory and sure he would know where to go, he pushed it to the side and walked to another door, leading out to a hallway.

He had no idea where he was, or where he was going, but he knew that he had to move. So, after a quick stretch to get all the knots out of his muscles and the cricks out of his bones, he started a moderate jog. He put his unseen game face on, readying himself to face whatever got in his way.

Olivia slid the contract towards Ironwood, pointing to where he was to sign. "This is it. Just one signature here, and the transaction between your resources and our products will be official." She said.

Ironwood nodded, pulling out a pen. Before he could put his pen on the paper however, alarms suddenly blared and bright red lights came to life, interrupting the signing.

"What is that?!" Winter asked, hand nearing her sword.

Olivia pressed a finger to a button to a com link. "Security, what is going on?" she demanded.

"We're under attack, ma'am!" A voice responded, trembling in fear.

"An intruder is tearing through the facility, blazing past all our defenses! " Another said, just as full of fear.

"There's only one intruder?!" Olivia asked bewildered. "How can a single individual be such a problem!?"

"He's too fast! They never get a chance against him, as he gets to them before they can start to effectively fight back. He's throwing them around like rag dolls, and he just-!" there was a loud bang in the background. "Oh gods! He just got hold of a rocket launcher! Our men are dropping like flies!"

Yet another voice spoke up. "We need back up! He's too strong! He's like some sort of demo-AAAAAAHHHHHH!" the person was cut off, the sound of explosions filling in, then static.

Olivia's face was pale, sweat starting to bead on the back of her neck. 'There's no doubt about it. It has to be him.' she thought. 'He's escaped. But how could he have possibly-!?'

She was pulled from her thoughts when Ironwood spoke. "This will have to be put off till this is resolved. My subordinate and I will help neutralize this threat."

Olivia wanted to protest, but she knew that would look suspicious. Nodding she leaned back in her chair. "Please be careful, and try to keep damage to a minimum." she said. "I'll operate from here, as I have no combat experience on the battle field."

Ironwood and Winter nodded, turning and leaving out the door. Olivia locked her fingers together, resting her forehead on them.

"I can only hope you manage to stop him." She muttered. "He'll ruin everything if he's allowed to interfere." She got up, pulling out a small stone tablet with a green glowing symbol. She paled even more, dreading that she had to inform her 'partner' of what was happening.

The slayer fired the rocket launcher, causing several explosions and screams. Running through the fire, he came out the other side, holding the launcher in one hand as he punched a guard with his other in his helmeted face. He rounded a corner only to find several other guards. He had a brief moment of slumping his shoulders in what looked like exasperation, then put the rocket launcher away and cracked his knuckles.

After quickly dispatching of the guards he continued on, re-equipping with his shotgun and entering a large hallway. He made it about halfway through it when he heard a yell.

"Halt!" the yell was behind him.

Turning, he saw two people. One was a man, and one a woman. Both wore white, high rank militaristic outfits. The woman held a saber in her hand, while the man held no visible weapon, but that didn't mean it wasn't there.

"You have trespassed on private government property, vandalized and destroyed parts of said property, and attacked personnel." The man said. "Identify yourself and turn yourself in now, and you will see a fair trial."

The woman brandished her sword at him. "Resistance will not be tolerated and will be met with force."

The slayer looked between the two, knowing that these were higher tear warriors than the ones he'd been facing prior. These people were a obstacle and a threat to him and his goal.

He put the shot gun away, storing it in his backpack. The two people gave shocked expressions when the weapon seem to just up and disappear, without transforming or anything. Just 'poof,' it's gone!

'What in the-?' Winter thought before she got into a stance as the intruder charged, unarmed.

He drew back his fist to throw punch. Winter shifted her stance a bit, and prepared to engage. He threw the punch, and she brought her sword to intercept it.