RWBY: The Remnant Past

Chapter 30

Scott McTavish, Shakeel, Ivan Bolkov, and John Franklin, as well as Rameriz and Sargent Folley and his Rangers look at the at the City of Atlas and Chaos that is unfolding.

"Damn." Scott muttered, his blue Viking Warpaint furrows into a sneer. "Those Bastards created the Portal.

Shakeel, standing beside him, nodded grimly. "We need to shut it down before more of those things come through. This isn't just about Atlas anymore; it's about the survival of our world."

Ivan Bolkov, the stoic Russian operative, checked his gear, his expression as cold and determined as ever. "Da. We must find a way to close the portal. If we fail, we risk unleashing Hell itself upon Remnant and beyond."

John Franklin, the tech-savvy soldier, scanned the scene with a pair of high-tech binoculars. "The city's defenses are in shambles. We need to find a way through the chaos to reach the portal. If we can disrupt whatever's powering it, we might stand a chance."

Rameriz and Sergeant Foley, along with their Rangers, formed a tight circle, their expressions mirroring the gravity of the situation. Foley, ever the seasoned leader, spoke up. "Alright, Rangers, this is it. We push through, neutralize any hostiles, and get to that portal. We can't let the Nazis' plan come to fruition."

Scott's sneer transformed into a determined grin as he tightened his grip on his weapon. "Let's give 'em hell, lads. For Remnant, for Earth, and for all the free peoples standing against this madness."

The group moved forward with purpose, navigating the war-torn streets of Atlas. Buildings lay in ruins, fires raged, and the air was thick with the sounds of battle. They encountered pockets of resistance from both Nazi soldiers and Atlas militants who had joined the enemy, but their combined skills and determination pushed them through each skirmish.

As they advanced, they witnessed the horrors unleashed by the portal: twisted, demonic creatures emerging from the fiery glow, adding to the chaos and destruction. The sight only steeled their resolve further.

"Stay focused!" Foley barked, his voice cutting through the din. "We can't afford to get bogged down here. Every second counts."

John Franklin's eyes lit up with recognition as he spotted a familiar structure in the distance. "The central power station! If we can get in there and disrupt their power supply, we might be able to shut down the portal."

Ivan nodded. "Then that is our target. We move swiftly and strike hard."

The group moved with renewed urgency, cutting through the chaos with a single-minded determination. The closer they got to the power station, the more intense the resistance became. But they fought on, driven by the knowledge that their actions could mean the difference between victory and defeat.

Finally, they reached the entrance to the power station, a heavily fortified structure guarded by elite Nazi soldiers. Scott, with his Viking spirit roaring within him, led the charge, his battle cry echoing through the air.

With precision and ferocity, they breached the defenses, pushing their way inside. The interior was a maze of machinery and conduits, but John quickly identified the central control room.

"This way!" he shouted, leading them through the labyrinthine corridors.

As they burst into the control room, they were met with fierce resistance, but their combined skills and unyielding determination saw them through. John rushed to the control panel, working frantically to override the system.

"Cover me!" he yelled as he typed furiously.

Scott, Shakeel, Ivan, Rameriz, and Foley formed a protective ring around him, fending off the relentless onslaught of enemies. The seconds stretched into what felt like hours as John worked, but finally, he let out a triumphant shout.