You stood on the small metal square, awaiting the start of the initiation. The school's live feed was wired to your helmet, allowing the school to see everything you see. The two professors hadn't yet said what it was the square you stood on would do. Wasn't exactly a problem for you. "Osiris, scan the structure beneath me." You said. It was meant to be secretive if you found out what was going to happen, but that wouldn't be the case, considering the entire school now had temporary access to your comm device.

"Affirmative, Pilot. Scanning." Your titan replied. As he did so, area below where you stood began to light up, allowing you to see all the internal structures of the square through the ground. "Conclusion- your are standing on a launch pad. Most likely designed to launch personnel long distances at high speeds." So that's how they're playing, you thought, a smirk forming on your face. Looking up, Glynda and Ozpin's faces had look of hysterical shock and wonder respectively.

It was then that an idea formed in your mind. "Hey Ozpin, I'm going to give you a countdown, and I want you to launch me on my mark." You pulled out a blue throwing star, with the Hammond Robotics Corporation logo imprinted on the side, along with the words "Gravity Star."

"Might I ask why this is?" He raised a brow.

"Trust me." Was all you responded with. He nodded and readied his hand over a button. You took the throwing star, spinning it for show, before throwing as hard as you could at your feet. Star erupted into a slightly intensely glowing giant orb of blue energy that surrounded you and pulled you off your feet. You knew that Glynda and maybe Ozpin would be looking at you funny, but payed no mind to it. Instead, you made a countdown on your hand with your fingers. 3-2-1 "MARK," you attempted to yell over the sound of the star's explosion. The platform on which you stood launched you at the same time the gravity star detonated, sending you shooting through the air at eye tearing speeds. You knew your plan had worked. The gravity star was meant to boost the initial distance of the launch pad, and it worked. Almost too well.

The trees moved under you as your upward momentum was just starting to fail. As you neared the tree tops, you curled into a ball, wanting to lessen the chance of hitting a large branch as much as possible. When cleared of the leaves, you shot your grappling hook at a nearby tree and swung yourself around it like Tarzan on steroids.

With your current momentum and speed, you knew you could go a great distance if you slid when hitting the ground. The ground was coming at you quickly. You tried your best to make a crouched position in the air, slightly flaring your jump jets. When contact with the ground was finally made, a loud, grassy 'thud' could be heard. When this happened, you shot forward across the dirt with new speeds that carried you a good deal closer towards your objective. Eventually, however, you came to skidding halt.

Standing up, you drew your flatline from your back and began walking. It was definitely a sight not often seen on the frontier. Lush grasses and tall trees that blocked sunlight when it hit the leaves. It reminded you of something you'd find on Typhon. The sightseeing was unfortunately cut short as you heard a growl coming in front of you. Your radar was ineffective against whatever it was, as it only reacted to the discharge speed of a fire arm for effective tracking.

Stopping, you aimed your flatline towards the sound. Whatever it was in the bushes apparently lost its patience. What emerged was a large bear-like creature. It was all black with a variety of bone armor covering its body. It let out a loud 'roar,' before charging at you. Ok. This could be fun. Boost jumping before it could maul you, you turned mid-air and fired portion of the flatline's magazine into the back and head of the creature. "Osiris, scan this thing." You said through your comm.

"Scanning... Affirmative- native name for this creature is the 'Ursa.' Resembles the bear, a species found on Earth. The exo-skeletal system of bones serves as armor. Recommend targeting the sides and back." You thanked him before taking aim of the sides of the beast and lighting them up. It was barely alive when the magazine measured empty. It took the chance and swatted at your head. Just managing to avoid it, you jumped back, dropping the mag from the back of the rifle, inserting a new one, and pulling the bolt back. From there, you ran at the Ursa, as it did you. When you got close enough, you stuck the barrel of the rifle into the mouth of the beast and emptied the entire magazine into its throat, effectively dropping it. You reloaded the gun and started to walk again. This wasn't very successful, as all the noise caused by the fight brought more unwanted guests. They jumped out from the surrounding brush and surrounded you. With a slight chuckle, you readied for more fun.

Team RWBY and JNPR (as well as most of the school) sat and watched as the incredibly advanced soldier started his initiation. They had all gotten a good look at the pilot and his odd looking gear. That was, until, the feed died. "Wha- Hey! What happened to the live feed?" Weiss started, sounding like she was about to make a bigger deal out of the issue then need be.

"He asked for the broadcast frequency. Maybe he's doing something to it," Pyrrha suggested.

"What would he be doing? What benefit would he have unless... he was trying to hide something." Yang stated suspiciously, her distrust for the pilot still there in her voice. The thoughts and ideas were soon rejected as the the live feed started up again. What they certainly didn't expect was that it was now in a first person perspective. "Woah... what is that?" Ruby asked, her voice slow and wondrous. Like she was staring at some huge weapon.

"Is that what he sees out of that helmet?" Blake was slightly surprised herself.

"There's no way. Atlas technology is no where near that level of advancement. It-It has to fake." Weiss didn't sound too sure of herself, even as she crossed her arms as if saying 'I have to be right.' She was, of course, proven wrong, when the man asked something to scan. They were sure he was talking to himself, only, something responded. "Affirmative, Pilot. Scanning... Conclusion-you are standing in a launch pad. Most likely designed to launch personnel long distances at high speeds." The teams' faces lit up in aw as the ground beneath the pilot lit up, allowing them to see everything below.

"Somehow Weiss, I don't think it is." Blake looked over at the white clad girl momentarily. The man then pulled out a weird looking blue star, before giving Ozpin instructions. They were somewhat shocked to see the headmaster so easily agree to them, but even more so when they saw what happened next. The man seemed to be enveloped in a ball of blue energy before he was shot off the launch pad at speeds that made the first initiation look like a baby being pushed down a slide. They were expecting him to become a human pizza when he hit the ground, but he slid perfectly fine. It was like nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

When he had been attacked by the Ursa, they didn't expect much of him. They would soon learn that their constant underestimating of him would prove to be their undoing if and when they fought against him. They also continued to be skeptical of the other voice that was coming through the soldier's helmet. The way it had analysed the Ursa definitely made it seem to be even more advanced than anything Atlas had even begun to create. The way he took the Grimm down with almost no effort made them begin to see why Ozpin had let him stay. The doubts began to set in, however, when a pack of beowolves jumped from the surrounding area and formed a circle around him. But instead of aiming his rifle, he put it on his back.He then took a long, weird looking pistol in one hand, and a knife with a disk shape at the end of the handle in the other. The man then proceeded to get into a ready position, waiting for them to strike. When one of them lunged, he took action.

Ozpin and Glynda sat in the same spot they were before the pilot was launched. Glynda was constantly confused with the boy's tactics. Both of them were interested in what he would do in the current situation. Being surrounded by a pack of hungry beowolves was not something any normal student would be able to get out of easily. Ozpin had a growing feeling that whoever this 'pilot' was, as he called himself, was not going to be any normal student. Ironwood wanted him under full surveillance at all times, as he probably trusted him just as much as Ms. Xiao Long. He had a plan that would hopefully change that, but he would still be sending a copy of the initiation feed to the general in the hopes of convincing him that the pilot was not a threat to anyone. Ironwood had, in fact, secretly asked Ozpin if he could still analyse the titan when the pilot was not around. He had responded by telling him it be up to the pilot (who's name was still unknown). Even so, the headmaster knew it would be some time until those two were on speaking terms.

He heard a sharp inhale and looked over to see Glynda completely fixated on the scree in front of her. He looked as well to see things had just started to heat up.

The first of the Grimm had pounced at (Y/N) from behind, though he was expecting it. When it jumped, he ducked under it and vertically cut across the stomach of the wolf-like Grimm. They all seemed to get the message and moved in together. Knowing he couldn't dodge them all, he phase shifted and ran past the lot of them before teleporting inside the outermost beowolf and imploding it from the inside leaving a bloody mess. Turning around, the pilot aimed the smart pistol and quickly dispatched four more, leaving three bullet holes in each of their heads. The remaining 19 all looked over at their intended pray and began running at him. Smirking under his helmet, (Y/N) boost jumped over the mass and threw a gravity star down in the middle, trapping a good six of them. He then threw an electric smoke grenade at the wolf-like creatures, hearing the painful screams and howls of the unfortunate victims. When he hit he ground, he spun 45 degrees to the left and slit under the belly of a beowolf that was distracted with its comrades being burnt in the smoke. As (Y/N) slid, he cut horizontally across the Grimm's stomach, spilling its entrails. As he stood from the slide, he shoved his data knife into the head of another beowolf from the lower jaw. Bringing up his smart pistol to his right, he dropped one beowolf that lunged from the side with a triple head shot, aimed to the left and took out another, before dispatching a third that lunged from above. The remaining eight attempted to attack by surrounding the pilot. When they attacked, (Y/N) used the suits auto injection system and injected stim into his blood stream, watching as the edges of his vision became discolored and bright. Grappling to a nearby tree, the pilot tacked off it and landed on the back of another beowolf and started punching the head. He did it so fast that his forearms left after images. The speed and force of the punches broke through the armor on the head before breaking through the head entirely.

With the stim still in effect, (Y/N) jumped off the falling body of the beowolf to the right and slid under the neck of the next beowolf, cutting off its head completely with the data knife. Getting up from the decapitating slide, (Y/N) side flipped, rolling over the back of another beowolf, bringing his knife arm back and stabbing the side of its head before it could react. When the next victim lunged at him, rather than dodging, (Y/N) boosted into the air and performed a flying knee the bottom jaw of his attacker mid-air. The pilot knew he succeeded when he heard the satisfying crack of the beowolf's neck.

The remaining four stood in front of him, a low growl emitting from each of them. It was then that the stim wore off. Knowing the advantage had been lost, (Y/N) reloaded his smart pistol and fired on the remaining four. Three of them could not move fast enough and were all killed by the life hacked bullets. Because of the reload, however, he didn't have time to kill the last beowolf, as he only landed one shot to its head. The Grimm managed to reach the pilot, clamping down on his arm and disarming the pilot of his pistol. The force knocked the him to the ground and the two got into a struggle. The Grimm was tugging away at (Y/N)'s arm, trying to rip it off. Of course the pilot resisted, but there was no way he would be able to win a fight of brute strength. Not knowing what to do, the pilot started repeatedly punching the beowolf's face, though it was not very effective. As the pain worsened, so did (Y/N)'s thought processing. If he continued trying to rip his arm away, the result would be him losing it. The last thought caused something to trigger in his mind, and a plan (or at least the beginnings of one) began to formulate. It would be risky, but a broken arm is better than no arm at all.

Using his jump jets, (Y/N) managed to get to his feet and swing himself up onto the back of the beowolf and lock his legs around either side of its neck. When he got all the way into place, he felt an extreme amount of pain in his left arm (which was still in the beowolf's mouth) as he heard a crack, signifying his arm was no longer in its socket. Well, better than a broken one, he thought. From that position, he took his other arm, and continuously jammed his data knife into the eye sockets of the Grimm. Eventually, his plan worked, and the beowolf threw the pilot away from itself.

Just barely managing to roll, (Y/N) got to his feet and turned to face the now blind beowolf. He ran as fast as he could towards the unsuspecting Grimm. Once he got his right leg under its head, he kneed the Grimm in the chin, using his jump jets to shoot himself into the air, furthering the strength of the attack. The result? Somewhere in the forest, the head of a beowolf just smacked something.

Now looking at his disfigured arm, (Y/N) grabbed the forearm and hoisted it behind his head, the rest of it following suit. When it would go no further, he yanked it as hard as he could. A loud pop could be heard, as the arm reentered its socket. Grunting in pain, the pilot then directed his attention towards the extremely deep and extremely bloody gouges and cuts that had been left by the teeth of the beowolf. (Y/N) reached into his M18 pack on the hip of the suit and pulled out a syringe filled with green liquid. On the side was the word STIM. He took it and injected the substance into the middlemost gouge, and watched as the skin slowly pulled back together, the cells replicating at speeds that would put the worst cancer to shame. When the wound finally closed, he retrieved the smart pistol he'd lost. Picking it up, he reloaded the weapon, placing the near empty magazine on his hip and inserting a new one, not bothering to pull the slide back, as there was still a round in the chamber. The built in compass in his HUD marked which direction north was. Turning, he jogged further towards his objective.

Back in the Beacon cafeteria, teams RWBY and JNPR sat there with all there mouths practically at the floor. "H-How?" Weiss was still locked the screen.

"What did he just do to his arm?" Jaune asked, looking like that cracking sound wasn't going to settle well in his stomach

"He just... popped it back into place. With almost no reaction at all. How could he have done that without making any kind of hint that he was in pain?" Pyrrha looked to her friends and teammates, her voice slightly breaking, more so from shock then anything else.

"He must be some kind of super hero! There's no way he would be able to withstand something like that without some kind of supernatural powers!" Nora exclaimed, somewhat exited.

"Or... maybe he's just use to it." Ren said this with little emotion, most likely losing himself in thought.

"What? Come on. There's no one like that. How could anyone be used to that kind of pain? At least not without some kind of dark secret. I don't know. I think we should stay away from him." Yang crossed her arms and looked away, narrowing her eyes when she thought about what it was the soldier could be hiding.

"What do you mean? He could be a valuable ally; he clearly posses the skill for it." Weiss said, now out of her daze.

"Does he thought?" Yang said skeptically.

"What do you mean 'does he though?' He just took out an entire pack of beowolves on his own. And he was like, super cool too. He was like 'watchaaa! And hyaaa! How could that not be cool to you?" Ruby asked, making the cliche karate noises and motions, just as she had done for Ozpin when they first met.

"I dunno. He just seems like bad news." Yang said, her voice low and suspicious.

"Yang. This isn't about what happened in Vale is it?" Ruby looked to her sister with an upset expression.

"What? How could you not be upset about that? He nearly killed you. Killed us all! Yang raised her arms for a second as to make a point.

"You heard what Professor Ozpin said yesterday. We may have attacked him first." Blake suggested.

"What?! Your taking his side? The guy who we don't even know the identity of, just came out of nowhere, and killed a bunch of innocent people, and you're defending him?" Yang was pissed to say the least. She knew the man was a danger and she didn't want to see her friends get hurt.

"I'm not siding with anyone, I just want to consider all possibilities." Blake said, turning back to the screen.

"I agree. We shouldn't rule out any possibilities just yet. He is our classmate, after all." Ren had a thoughtful tone to his voice.

"Whatever," Yang grumbled. "Lets just get back to watching."

Ozpin watched as the pilot dispatched the pack of Grimm with relative ease. He was getting close to the relics, and so far, he had surpassed any expectation Ozpin had for him. He figured that the man's skill would be minuscule when outside his robot. He was wrong, and though she would never admit it, so was Glynda. He had also been surprised when the pilot had managed to fight with a dislocated arm, and just as easily relocate it. He would prove an interesting factor to the already diverse group of students he had this year. He was only concerned about the way he would be interesting. "Oh my Oum. Who is he?" Glynda asked with her eyes widened.

"I think that may be a question better left unanswered for now. Besides, he's just about there. The real 'show' is about to start."

"Ozpin, what did you do?"

"Why would you think I've done anything Glynda?" Ozpin smirked, looking back at the screen.

As you walked into the clearing, you saw a large stone platform on the ground with pedestals lining the edge. There was also one in the middle. The middle one was, in fact, the only one with something on it. Walking over to it, you saw it was a small toy robot. Small enough to fit into the palm of your hand. It was cute, and somewhat ironic. Slipping it into your pocket, you considered just running back. That idea was quickly thrown out of the window when a very large rustling sound was heard behind you. Turning, you saw nothing, but your instinct said very much otherwise. You walked forward a couple of steps to see if something would happen. There was nothing. You then tried lighting off a few rounds in front of you with your flatline. When you did, it hit something close. You could tell mostly from the fact that you heard an angry roar. Not wanting to wait, you drew a pulse blade and threw it to where you had fired off the bullets. Something screamed in pain when the blade hit it. That something was very, very big. A second after the blade hit its mark, the thing it hit jumped from the brush. In front of you stood a huge black scorpion, and it looked very pissed. The first was followed by two more that came out 20 or so meters to either side of it. When you slightly backed up, they took it as a sign that there was nothing you could do. All three bolted at you at the same time. "Osiris! Get your happy titanium ass down here NOW!" You yelled through your comms.

"AFFIRMATIVE. STAND BY FOR TITANFALL." As he said this, a trio of blue rings appeared in front of you, spinning in and out of each other. You smiled knowing what would happen next. As the first scorpion launched at you, forty tons of solid death dropped onto its body, bringing its fist down onto the Grimm's head, crushing it. When your titan made contact with the ground, you sprinted forward and jumped towards him. As you did, OS stood up and reached out for you, picking you up and placing you inside the cockpit before taking his X0-16 off his back.

The other two scorpions recovered from their state of shock and charged the titan from either side. You dashed back and faced your opponents, firing a rocket salvo at one and lighting up the other with the chain gun. The 20mm rounds were having trouble penetrating the thick armor of the creature, while the rockets did considerable damage. Either way, they both came at you again. "Hmm. Alright, fists it is." Placing the chain gun on your back, you charged the two Grimm and met them in the middle.

Kicking the right one away, you caught the giant pincers on the left one in either hand and got into a wrestling match. You managed to push it away and punch it in the head as hard as you could, knocking it onto its back, temporarily immobilizing it. You then turned around just in time to meet the pincers of the other scorpion as they collided with the front of the hull. Stumbling back but recovering quickly, you charged forward while reeling your right leg back. When you got in range, you kicked it as hard as you could, sending it back a good amount. It lunged at you again, this time swinging its left pincer. You dodged it and spun to the side, dodging a strike of the opposite arm. The spin dodge had landed you on the scorpion's right, allowing you to quickly punch it in the back while it was still turned away. It was definitely an advantage that this thing wasn't standing up strait. As you went to punch it again, it caught your forearm, stopping your fist. Then its stinger rose and started stabbing the front of the hatch. Before it could hit you again, you snagged it with your free hand and kicked away the pincer holding your other forearm. With its stinger still in hand, you dashed to the side, picking up momentum, and started swinging the scorpion around like a lasso via the stinger. From there, you slammed it down onto the other Grimm just as it got up and started moving to attack you.

With both of them dazed and/or immobilized, you started punching the one on top, breaking its armor and keeping the bottom one pinned. Finding yourself satisfied with damage, you deployed the rocket pods over either shoulder and emptied all 16 rockets into the torso of the top scorpion, effectively blowing it part. A thick black liquid now covered a good portion of anything with a 10 meter radius of the explosion. With that done, you stood up from within your titan, relaxing slightly. That attempted breather was also denied, just as all the others had been that day. The bottom one was still alive. By the time you had turned, it had tackled you to the ground. Your titan's hands were now gripped by either of the pincers, with the scorpion's weight holding the titan down. Your rockets were still reloading and you couldn't reach your chain gun. With this in mind, you thought of something really stupid. "Osiris, take control. Hold it in place." As you said this, you reached around and picked up the satchel charges that were on the inner wall of the chassis.

Opening the hatch, you climbed out of the cockpit and on top of the scorpion's body. The first thing that came to mind was its stinger, which was currently shooting toward you. Your dodge would have been considered a close shave. Running toward the tail, you found several breaks in the armor that were meant for increased maneuverability. Placing a charge on either side of one of the breaks, you boost jumped away and detonated both of them, blowing off the stinger from the middle. It screamed and lurched in different directions, making you trip and fall off its body. When you recovered, it was trying to escape, but your titan was now holding it in place. Jumping up, you threw one charge to the far pincer, and placed one on the close one. Your titan's hatch then opened up as you jumped inside, blowing the charges as the doors closed. The detonation had damaged the joints enough that you were able to rip off its right pincer and punch it off you. You didn't, however, let the left pincer go. Getting up, you placed your foot on its body and yanked its other pincer off. The scorpion screamed in pain at its now severed limbs, but you weren't done yet.

Picking it up by the head, you pulled the creature up to where its body was positioned diagonally. From there, you took your X0-16 off your back before shoving the barrel into the mouth of the scorpion, firmly pushing down the trigger, emptying the entire 40 round magazine down its throat. Dropping what was left of the slowly disintegrating corpse, you started walking back to Beacon cliff.