Escape From Remnant: A Tarkov X RWBY Crossover

Chapter 24: Unheard Of

Months have passed and earth seems like a distant memory for the men now, they had settled into their new lives and was surprisingly adapting well to being teachers even though they had been doing it just for the money and a place to live before. The students were initially unsure of the class, why have a second class when they had one with Glynda Goodwitch already? Furthermore some of them had training at one of the many combat schools throughout the world.

But now they realise that those from Glynda was not enough, unlike Glynda who has never been in a real war these men were true veterans. They were eerily similar to the men who had fought in the great war. They had learnt a lot from the men, some more than others like Blake who still blamed them for killing her comrades in the white fang and the whole of Cardin's group being well slackers.

Ruby and her team never forgot about the mystery of their teachers and were still determined to get to the bottom of it and discover the truth for themselves. But with the Vytal festival coming up the girls have begun to think less and less about their teachers and more so on doing better. Not to mention all the seasonal foods, activities, games and what not coming during the time of said festival.

The men did not have a clue on what was going on, they had heard about the festival from Ozpin and the other staff, even being requested to take part which they refused because it sounded too much like the arena fr back home. To them it sounded like the Olympics but teenagers beat each other up in a arena while everyone watched them in some sort of gladiatorial battle. But the most interesting thing wasn't the games but who was coming over, remnant was weird. Following their version of the world wars they abolished their militaries in favour of a system of for a lack of a better term, mercenaries. Only 1 kingdom kept their army around, Atlas.

Just like the Americans when oil was found in a third world country they showed up in full force bringing over over 10 regiments worth of men and equipment halfway across the world into another country in the basis of a peacekeeping mission. Now there were soilders everywhere fr Atlas, in the streets, at beacon, even out in the damn skies on their flying frigates. It was only a matter of time Ozpin would introduce them to the man who had lead these forces, after all it was natural to connect the military men of Beacon and Atlas academy together.

Except that Ironwood knew about these strange visitors from earth already. Ozpin had told all the men and women of his group of the new silver eyed guy in town, a development never meant to stay within vale only. With the Vytal Festival bringing Ironwood, the  military men of remnant were bound to meet fast. While Akula ran off to his fishing trip with Ozpin, Texas and Floridaman went into Vale to pick up Texas' jacket from a tailor.

That softshell flexion jacket had that burn from the night with Roman and no way he was going to buy a new jacket since he had grown accustomed to it. On the way to the tailor something caught the 2 men's eyes, they stood out in their outfits. They didn't have any gear above their waist but still stuck out in their modern military clothes, the locals certainly thought that they were from Atlas.

"Hey, don't look back too far but I think those 2 soldiers are following us." Texas muttered softly to Floridaman walking behind them, the 2 Atlesian soldiers had their hands in their pockets, their rifles slung in front of their chests making a pretty bad job at pretending to talk about each other while on patrol like one of those undercover federal agents on the internet. Floridaman tilts his head so that one of his eyes could catch a glimpse of their trailers. "Fuckin stormtroopers..." He mutters before whipping his face back to the front.

"Tell me about it, those fuckers look like Microsoft halo marines. Tailor is on the next storefront." The 2 of them walk in, the door opening knocking a bell to indicate someone had arrived. The tailor, a old frail man in a business casual suit moves to grab the jacket from the clothes rack of finished items.