Escape From Remnant: A Tarkov X RWBY Crossover

Chapter 27: Its Snowing In Texas

"Well, it seems that my friends don't want to take part in...this..." Texas mutters to Ozpin standing alone beside him on one of the many landing pads at Beacon Academy. It was bright and early in the morning, meaning the place had the feature of being tranquil and devoid of people. He was alone in the decision to take on the training mission for extra cash with Atlas, partly because Floridaman had convinced the 2 Russians not to accept the offer, seeing Atlas was nothing but trouble.

Texas didn't know exactly why he had accepted the offer, maybe he wanted more action in the field although the wording made it seem more like another lecture to idiots who were cosplaying as a fighting force again just like his instructor role in Beacon Academy even making the all too eager Moron have his doubts. Deep down he knew that this would probably lead to even more deep shit with Atlas and eventually with time all 3 of the men he was with would be laughing at him for doing such a painfully stupid thing when he could've just let it go and die on its own accord.

"It's alright, I'm sure Ironwood had planned for such an occasion." Ozpin simled at him, planting a seed of hope into Texas, his demeanour completely opposite of the man standing right beside.

"Right. I'm sure, and I'm sure the person I'll be working with is a noble that thinks war is all honourable and some bullshit like that." The sound akin to a plane engine droned in nearer and nearer, it was the Atlesian bullhead that was going to ferry him to wherever they're keeping the troops. Texas threw down the Cigwar he was smoking onto the ground, extinguished it under the sole of his boot, pulled up his half mask and got a tight grip on all his equipment like the gun case containing his RD-704 and backpack with essentials.

The aircraft touches down without issue, and the back door opens to reveal Ironwood standing there with 2 Atlesian soldiers standing at his sides at guard.

"I think it's your cue, Texas. I'll see you in 3 days." He steps up to the Bullhead, the ramp in front of him inviting the man to walk up. The 2 military men stared each other down, Texas and Ironwood's eyes locking in meetings. "I suppose you were the only one that accepted the offer..." He stated

"No shit Sherlock!"

"Yes, yes, I prepared for this scenario, so there shouldn't be any problems. Ozpin did relay the information to me 2 weeks in advance..." He puts his hand to his chin while explaining to him. Sick of the formalities already, Texas just walks onto the ramp as he had begun to speak even more, not intent on more delays.

"I see you're a man of quick action...pilot, set a course for the Deliverance."

The journey was silent for the most part, with Texas staring out the window as the ground bellow him got smaller and smaller until they were in the clouds. But despite his attempt of being emotionless, a hint of amazement slipped past when the Atlesian frigate fleet 'docked' above Vale came into view. The ships were something out of a sci-fi movie or show, easily larger than american aircraft carriers but not by a large margin to a point it was like a ship out of warhammer 40k.

Like the back of an amphibious assault craft, the back was like an open hangar, Bullheads flying and docking within the belly of the frigate. On the side of the front, a large protruding lance like design making up the front of the ship, the word 'Deliverance' was in big black bold in sleek modern font.

The bullhead Texas was in bumped as it landed within the frigate, the back opening up to reveal 2 squads worth of men on each side lined up orderly. In the middle, greeting them was a girl with snow white hair dressed in a formal uniform. She looked like an older version of Weiss, one of his students from Atlas.

"Texas, I'd like you to meet Specialist Winter Schnee. Whom will you be working with for these few days."

Holy shit he was right about her being an older version of Weiss.

"Thank you, general. I hope these few days will be informative."

She said, "Ironwood invited Texas to walk down the ramp and inspect the lined up men who were all in standard Atlesian combat armour." Texas wasn't used to the feeling when he stepped off the Bullhead, this kind of thing only being reserved for higher ranked men back on earth. He never got close to that in the US army, infact he was the one being inspected but a inspection was a inspection and he was to help them get out of the sorry state they were in now.

"Inspections, right? Winter." He turns to the girl who stands proud, ready to answer whatever he wants.

"Yes?"

"Do you wear that shit when in the field?" He asks, sizing her uniform up. The soldiers at their sides tried their best to keep from staring.

"Why, yes." She answered confidently.

"What colour is Vale's foliage? White? Blue?"

Winter chose not to respond, knowing he was about to dig into her kit.

"No! It's green! All you fucking idiots!" He turns to the men and then to ironwood facing away from Winter.

"Ironwood why wear white in a environment made up of greens, browns and greys? You might as well wave a white flag to say hey come put a bullet in my arse!"

"Well we never found the need to adapt to vale's foliage because Atlas never deals with conflicts with humans anymore. At least militarily."

"Ironwood, what is the military for if your not going to fight humans? You have the huntsmen right? I think I can tell Atlas wants a force incase the huntsmen system made up of paid mercs is no longer reliable. But clearly even down to gear Atlas is lacking. Look at my pants!"

He grabs his Rhodesian brushstroke print pants bending his leg forward so everyone could see.

"This shit would be hard to see miles away amongst all the foliage! I can blend in to anything that senses mainly through sight. Enough now, I'll get ready for whatever op your putting together." He finished off with.

"Yes...Corporal Runt! Bring this man to the armourer." The man known as Run stepped forward to do as he was told. The moment Texas left everyone felt like a great weight had been lifted from their shoulders. "General...this man. You think he's the right one? He cussed all of us out and insulted Atlesian military prestige." Winter crosses her arms, the mask of discipline and respect slipping the moment they were talking about Texas behind his back. She felt as if he were too cocky, who was this random teacher from Beacon Academy to lecture them on military matters.

"Let it slide Winter, you will be working with him. Besides, some of his words were true...although they echo the military radicals back home..." Ironwood reasoned and recalled at the same time. The military radical faction of Atlas was akin to bogeymen of the Atlesian political world. Remnants of the old Atlas or Mantle as it was known back then during the great war. They were absolute militarists believing Atlas should prepare for war with other kingdoms by any means, lifting the technological ban on any development going towards war specifically with other kingdoms.

Although the faction seems like its dead, its a open secret that a small number of the military and police still support such ideals and form the core of said faction. Could this man have association with the faction? His arguments are sound but his potential affiliation could pose a problem...

Ironwood looks around him, wondering if the men and women around him were gleefully celebrating his arguments in secret. Even Winter was a suspect despite her extreme loyalty to him and the kingdom.