1. Were Not in Remnant Anymore (1/2)

i do not own rvb or rwby

"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

eak 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!"