Escape From Remnant: A Tarkov X RWBY Crossover

Chapter 43.3: What's So Civil 'Bout War Anyway?

"Alert. Incoming Grimm attack. Threat level: 9. Please seek shelter in a calm and orderly manner!" The warning control system took over the intercom of Amity quickly following the subsiding of Cinter's Monologue. The reasoning for the announcement became evident very quickly as a massive nevermore nearly the diameter of the colosseum itself came down onto the hardlight dust roof and began to peck at it like a colossal coal thumper. Every peck from that thing felt like a mini earthquake from the sheer force it brought down. From this, the crowds of civilians begin to panic scrambling for the exit tunnels like a flock of wild scared birds.

"Ladies and gentlemen, there's no need to panic!" Professor Port desperately shouted into the announcer's microphone to regain control of the situation to no avail.

"Are the fuckers on the AA guns sleeping or what?!" Texas shouts, colt python drawn, looking up at the ceiling.

Ironwood is quickly making his way down to the exit tunnels, directing the local Atlesian soldiers to help evacuate people off the colosseum when he gets a call from Ozpin on his scroll about what the actual fuck was doing on. Initially, he tries to defend the whole Penny being an android thing, but instead, Ozpin demands him to do something with his army that he brought all the way from Atlas to Vale disregarding everything from before he may have wronged. Ironwood opened his scroll's Atlas military app and moved to contact the Atlesian frigates above Vale right now.

"All Atlesian frigates come in! This is the general speaking! I need one of you to route over to Amit-" Before he could give the full order, the connection fully completed and his ears were assaulted by waves of the various Frigate captains panicking. It was a complete sea of chaos out there, far worse than what was going on here.

"General, is that you?! What the fuck is going on?! It's me! Captain of the 'Deliverance'!" The captain of Ironwood's fleet flagship bellowed into his microphone.

"Captain Gerasimov is dead! Fucking nevermore ripped his head off! 'Evolver' Caprain take over command of 'Faithkeeper' please!!!" The commodore of 'Faithkeeper' begged.

"Screw this shit! This is Captain Woodward of the 'Eminent Domain' I'm taking command of all ships willing to have their crews live to tell the fucking tale because someone in the 'Deliverance' can't do their job!!! 'False Albacore', 'Sinfaxi', 'Sweet Liberty'! Fall into defensive positions!" One of the captains announced as he quickly took command of the few ships that weren't under attack from hordes of airborne grimm.

"Hey! Captain Woodward!!! Direct your Frigate to help Amity Colosseum!"

Ironwood grits his teeth as nobody seemed to listen to his commands too busy trying to fight their own battle like a rabble rather than acting cohesively and following his orders.

"Hey! 'Circus'! You're on a collision course with 'Stalwart'! Do you read me?! YOU ARE GOING TO CRASH IN 5 MINUTES!!!"

Despite Captain Woodward's pleas for the Frigate to respond, there was none as little did anyone know with the help of a disguised Neo the criminal Roman Torchwick had broken out after having been kept prisoner on the ship since the events of mountain Glenn. Everyone in the command bridge was dead by the hands of the criminal duo, and now Roman seized control of the ship's armaments using it to shoot down another Frigate known as the 'Sun Haven' which quickly blew up falling back down to remnant.

It was all out chaos now as Captain Woodward too lost control over everything, and Ironwood, seeing the futility, finally closed his scroll breathing in deeply to calm himself as he thought of what to do next with the deck of cards he'd been dealt.

"We need to leave!!!" Texas shouts as him, Akula and Floridaman rush out with the rest of the civilians through the exit tunnels, but before they could do so, they have to find Moron and Katya first. They run around the length of the outer section, looking in every entrance to the arena or toilet or anything really where they could be. None of them felt comfortable without any of their combat gear, and priority number 1 would be to get their stuff from their dorm.