RWBY||Return of the Riftwalker

3rd Person POV

Outpost 42RVB

"...hey?"

"Yeah?"

"You ever wonder why we're here?" an Abyssal soldier, known as Murtogg asked as he and his brother, Mullroy, relaxed at the railing of a platform overlooking Dock 13 of Outpost 42RVB. Stationed in sector... 42, above a red moon, the large space station loomed over the surface, crewed by a Battalion with a Battlegroup surrounding the outpost in a ring.

"It's one of life's great mysteries, isn't it," Mullroy replied as they stared out at the endless expanse of space before them. "Why are we here? I mean, are we the product of some cosmic coincidence, or is there really a God watching everything? You know, with a plan for us and stuff. I don't know, man... but it keeps me up at night."

Murtogg stared at him. "...What? I mean, why are we out here, just standing at the railing and staring out at nothing?"

"Oh. Uh... yeah, right," Mullroy replied, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.

"...But seriously though, why are we even out here?" Murtogg sighed. "The outpost's scanners, Hell, even the ships will pick up something before we can spot it."

"...good point," Mullroy conceded. "Besides, it's not like anything ever happens out here—oh, you've got to be kidding me," he corrected as an alert echoed throughout the base, warning of an opening Transwarp gate.

"...I stand corrected," Murtogg sighed, and the two brothers watched as space itself tore apart, and a Transwarp gate ripped open roughly a mile away from the space station. A flash of light, and a Warship trailing smoke exited, the gate snapping shut behind it. As they watched, blue fragments swirled across a massive gash in the ship's side, slowly repairing it as the spinal fins reconstructed.

"That's weird," Murtogg frowned, eyeing the single ship warily as it drew nearer to the outpost. "Our ships never travel alone."

"Yeah... like penguins on Christmas," Mullroy agreed, earning a strange look from Murtogg. "...what do you think caused that?" he asked, his eyes narrowing as he saw the large gash repair itself. Is it taken by the Resistance? he wondered and extended his senses through the Hivemind toward the incoming ship. No... it's got a signature.

"Dunno... space whales maybe?" Murtogg suggested... almost missing the flicking cloak of a young man as he strode past them.

A second passed... and then both guards turned, drawing guns from their sides that quickly morphed into rifles. "This dock is off limits to civilians," Murtogg said as he and Mullroy quickly stepped in front of the stranger: a young man clad in a dark hooded cloak, a black, glass-like visor covering his upper face that hid his identity.

The stranger nodded. "I'm terribly sorry; I didn't know. If I see one, I shall inform you immediately," he assured and made to step around them... but both quickly repositioned themselves in front of him.

"...apparently there's a new ship coming in," the stranger commented, glancing at the Mogor-class Battlecruiser as the large vessel slid into the dock, a platoon of soldiers awaiting whoever came out. "Shouldn't you two be down there?"

"Well... someone needs to make sure this dock stays off limits to civilians," Murtogg replied, his grip tightening on his rifle.

The stranger nodded. "It's a fine goal to be sure... then I guess I'll just be on my way." He made to move past them, but they shifted, grips on their weapons tightening.

"What's your name?" Murtogg asked, his eyes narrowing. Something about this stranger... there was no aura radiating from him. It was like he didn't even exist.