The three days later(a Saturday), the twelve marines were at the gym due to it raining outside and getting some sleep in.

The men(Anthony, David, Igor, Kang, Felix, Michael, and Pavel) were exercising with just PT shorts and running shoes. Their bare chests showing muscles and healed injuries and battles scars. Even tattoos(Anthony, David, Igor, Michael, and Pavel). Which made a lot of the female students stare and blush.

Jie, Mari, Shino, Bula and Dae were just in either sports bras, PT shorts/leggings or olive green T-Shirts. Catching a lot of the male students attention. Especially, Jie with her muscular toned, curvy, feminine body or BRICC bod.

The twelve were listening to music in their earpieces while doing this.

Teams RWBY, JNPR and CFVY entered later to get some workout in when they saw the twelve pumping iron and sweat.

Coco saw David's and Pavel's six pack, drooled, and spoke, "I think I'm straight now..."

Velvet raised an eyebrow at her, "I thought you was bi?"

"I WAS bi. Until I saw marine abs and ass." Coco replied not taking her eyes off.

"Do not lust in your ---Monty, you're right." Ruby spoke then changed tunes when she stared at Pavel's butt.

Yang, Pyrrha and Nora looked at Jie, Mari, Shino, Bula and Dae. Then down at themselves. And back at the women in a bit of jealousy for being both fit, cute face, strong, and having great sex appeal.

The twelve marines continued their workout routine, oblivious to the reactions they were causing. Sweat glistened on their bodies, a testament to their rigorous training and discipline. Each one was focused on their exercise, pushing themselves to their limits.

Anthony was in the middle of a set of bench presses, his muscles straining under the weight. David and Igor were spotting each other during a squat routine, their camaraderie evident in their coordinated movements and silent communication. Kang, Felix, Michael, and Pavel were engaged in various workouts, their focus unwavering.

Jie, Mari, Shino, Bula, and Dae moved with a fluid grace, their strength and athleticism clear in every motion. Jie, lifting weights, exuded an air of confidence that drew more than a few admiring glances. Mari was engaged in a high-intensity interval training (HIIT) routine, her speed and agility on full display. Shino and Bula were sparring in a corner of the gym, their movements a blur of precision and power. Dae was on the treadmill, her steady pace and determination evident.

The arrival of Teams RWBY, JNPR, and CFVY did not go unnoticed. The students watched in awe and slight envy, their eyes drawn to the marines' impressive physiques and the sheer intensity of their workout.

Coco, still staring at David and Pavel, nudged Velvet. "Seriously, Velv. Look at that. How can anyone compete with that?"

Velvet shook her head, amused but also a bit overwhelmed. "I see what you mean, Coco. They're...something else."

Ruby, still staring at Pavel, tried to tear her eyes away but failed. "Okay, yeah. I see the appeal."

Yang, Pyrrha, and Nora exchanged glances, a mix of admiration and determination in their eyes. They were competitive by nature, and seeing the marines' level of fitness only fueled their desire to push themselves harder.

"We need to step up our game," Yang muttered, cracking her knuckles. "No way are we letting them outshine us."

Pyrrha nodded in agreement. "Absolutely. This is a great opportunity to learn from them and improve ourselves."

Nora, ever the enthusiastic one, grinned. "I'm all in. Let's show them what we got!"

The students started their workouts, inspired by the marines' example. Jaune, Ren, and the others joined in, each determined to push their limits. The gym buzzed with a new energy, the competitive spirit infectious.

After a while, the marines finished their sets and began their cool-down routines. Anthony wiped the sweat from his brow and glanced over at the students, a hint of a smile on his lips. "Looks like we have some competition."

David chuckled, tossing a towel over his shoulder. "Good. Keeps things interesting."

Jie, catching her breath, looked at Yang, Pyrrha, and Nora with a nod of approval. "You guys are doing great. Keep it up."

Mari added, "If you ever want some tips or need a spotter, just ask. We're happy to help."

Yang grinned, her competitive spirit flaring. "Thanks. We might take you up on that."

The gym session ended with a sense of camaraderie and mutual respect. The marines and students mingled, exchanging tips and stories, the bond between them growing stronger with each passing day. As they left the gym, the rain outside had stopped, leaving the campus fresh and invigorated, much like the spirits of those within it.

After a nice shower, the large group went to the cafeteria for a good post-workout meal. Made by Kang, Anthony, Bula, and Dae.

"You guys can cook?" Shino asked teasingly. But quickly shuts up as the four gave her a dirty look.

"I had to my Mom and Dad sometimes to cook for my siblings." Anthony said.

"I had to learn how to cook at an early age." Kang, Bula, and Dae said in unison.

"So all of you. Sit down. Shut the fuck up. And we'll cook you all something great." Anthony said in a tone that rivaled the famed Gordon Ramsay, but in a Trinidadian-American accent. "Got it?"

"Yes sir." Teams RWBY, JNPR, and CFVY said sitting down.

"Yes SSgt." David, Mari, Shino, Igor, Jie, Felix, Michael, and Pavel said as they sat down.

Kang the Chinese ROCMC, Anthony the Trinidadian-American USMC, Bula the Russian-American-Ukrainian-Korean USMC MARSOC, and Dae the Korean ROKMC went into the kitchen. Yelled at the cooks to 'FUCK OFF!!'. Cooks step out. The four put on aprons and hair nets. And began to cook.

The cafeteria was filled with a mix of curiosity and anticipation as the group watched the four marines take over the kitchen. The aroma of sizzling ingredients soon filled the air, promising a meal unlike any other.

Anthony, with his Trinidadian-American heritage, worked swiftly and confidently, his hands a blur as he chopped vegetables and prepped meats. His movements were precise, almost like a dance, and his determination was evident. "All right, we're starting with a classic Caribbean jerk chicken. I want it spicy and full of flavor," he said, his accent lending an extra flair to his commands.

Kang, representing the Republic of China Marine Corps, was equally adept, his skills honed from years of necessity. "I'll handle the stir-fry and dumplings. We need something quick, tasty, and packed with protein," he said, moving with the efficiency and precision of a marine on a mission.

Bula, with her diverse heritage, brought a unique fusion to the table. "I'll take care of the borscht and pelmeni. Trust me, you haven't lived until you've had my borscht," she declared, her hands deftly kneading dough and preparing fillings for the dumplings.

Dae, the Korean ROKMC, was a master of her craft, blending traditional Korean flavors with her own innovative twists. "I'll whip up some bulgogi and kimchi fried rice. Let's give them a taste they won't forget," she said, her focus unwavering as she marinated the meat and expertly tossed the rice in the wok.

In the dining area, the others watched with growing excitement. Shino, who had earlier teased, now looked on in awe. "I take it back. These guys are serious," she admitted, her eyes wide as she saw the precision and skill on display.

"Who knew they had such talent in the kitchen?" Ruby said, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and hunger.

Jaune nodded, equally impressed. "I guess being a marine means being prepared for anything, even cooking."

Yang grinned, leaning back in her chair. "I can't wait to see what they come up with."

Inside the kitchen, the marines worked in perfect harmony, each complementing the others' strengths. They moved seamlessly around each other, communicating with just a look or a nod. The atmosphere was charged with their combined energy and focus.

Anthony tasted the jerk chicken sauce, nodding in approval. "Perfect. Let's get this grilling," he said, moving to the grill with a tray of marinated chicken.

Kang had several woks going simultaneously, the sound of sizzling vegetables and meats blending into a symphony of cooking. "We're almost there. Just need to finish these dumplings," he said, expertly folding the dumpling skins around the savory fillings.

Bula's borscht was a vibrant red, the aroma rich and inviting. "Soup's on. Let's get this ladled out," she said, filling bowls with the hearty stew.

Dae's bulgogi and kimchi fried rice were nearly ready, the sizzling sounds and mouth-watering scents promising a feast. "Time to plate up. Let's show them what we can do," she said, carefully arranging the dishes.

The four marines carried the platters out to the dining area, the sight and smell of the food drawing appreciative murmurs and wide eyes from their audience. The tables were soon filled with an array of colorful, fragrant dishes, each one a testament to the skill and dedication of the cooks.

Anthony set down the jerk chicken with a flourish. "Eat up, everyone. This is a taste of home," he said, smiling proudly.

Kang placed his stir-fry and dumplings on the table. "Enjoy, and don't hold back," he encouraged.

Bula served the borscht and pelmeni with a satisfied nod. "Dig in. You won't be disappointed," she promised.

Dae added the bulgogi and kimchi fried rice to the spread. "Let's see if this lives up to your expectations," she said, her eyes twinkling with anticipation.

The students and marines dug in with enthusiasm, their initial skepticism replaced by genuine appreciation. The flavors were bold and varied, each dish a reflection of the cook's cultural background and personal touch.

The cafeteria was soon filled with the sounds of happy eating and lively conversation.

"Wow, this is amazing!" Ruby exclaimed, her mouth full of bulgogi.

"Absolutely delicious," Pyrrha agreed, savoring a bite of pelmeni.

"I've never had anything like this," Coco said, her eyes wide as she tasted the jerk chicken.

The marines looked on with satisfaction, knowing they had not only provided a great meal but also shared a piece of their heritage and skills. The bond between them and the students grew stronger, united by the universal language of good food and shared experiences.

Later at night to the early next morning~

Over the night skies of Earth's southeastern hemisphere, an Atlesian Air Fleet soared through the early morning skies, being escorted by several Manta dropships.

"Sky-1, this is Manta Leader. We're just near the coast of some islands(the Key West Islands), over." Manta Leader said via the radio.

"Understood Manta Leader, maintain your present course. Once we reach the shore, deploy the paladins, AK-130s and 200s." Sky-1 also known to be the Captain of the Air Fleet said back to Manta Leader.

Unbeknownst to the fleet thinking the islands were unoccupied and great places to gather resources. They didn't see that the couple of the islands were occupied. And they didn't see what the flag of said islands were flying. And they really didn't see the tall buildings in the area they're now above.

Before the Air Fleet could pass the waters. The captain then looked out the window to see 30 fast aircraft approaching from the north. Their designs were nothing like a standard dropship or bullhead. The roundel on them was also not of Atlas or any kingdom.

Suddenly the radio burst to life. "Atlesian Air Fleet, this is the United States of America Air Force. You are violating United States airspace, divert your course immediately." One of the F-55 Warhawk VTOL/Jet Fighter Pilots warned the Atlesians on the radio.

The captain stood there dumbfounded at his post. What are those ships? And how did these people get them or how they're made? Now that he thought about it. The pilot said, "United States of America". Who are these guys? Bandits? Mercenaries for hire? Rogue Huntsmen?

"I say again. Atlas Air Fleet, you are violating United States/Unified Nations of Earth airspace! Divert your course or you will be shot down! This is your final warning!!" The same F-55 Pilot repeated the same thing once again, but this time threatening to shoot them down. Some jets flew in VTOL mode in front of the Atlesian airship in weapons ready range.

The tension in the Atlesian air fleet was palpable as the United States Air Force jets closed in, their sleek, advanced designs intimidating even the seasoned Atlesian pilots. The fleet captain, still reeling from the unexpected encounter, quickly regained his composure and grabbed the radio.

"This is Captain Frost of the Atlesian Air Fleet. We were unaware of any occupied territories in this region. We do not seek conflict. We will divert our course immediately," he responded, his voice steady despite the growing anxiety among his crew.

The F-55 Warhawk pilot, maintaining a firm tone, replied, "Acknowledged, Captain Frost. Ensure you comply immediately. Any deviation will be met with force."

The Atlesian fleet began to change direction, turning away from the islands and the ominous presence of the United States' advanced military aircraft. The captain, now fully alert and concerned about this new development, issued orders to his crew to maintain a safe distance and to avoid any further incursions into this unknown territory.

Inside the fleet, whispers and murmurs filled the corridors as soldiers and crew members speculated about the nature of their encounter. The name "United States of America" was foreign to them, and the advanced technology they witnessed was beyond anything they had encountered before.

Meanwhile, on the bridge of the lead Atlesian airship, Captain Frost consulted with his officers. "What do we know about this 'United States of America'? Are they affiliated with any known kingdoms or organizations?"

One of the officers, a young woman with glasses and a focused expression, quickly brought up a map and some intelligence reports. "Sir, we have no records of any nation or organization by that name in our databases. They appear to be completely unknown to us. Their technology is also unlike anything we've seen."

Captain Frost nodded, deep in thought. "We need to report this encounter to General Ironwood immediately. This could be a significant development. Prepare a full report and have it transmitted back to Atlas. In the meantime, we'll continue our mission, but we must be more cautious. We can't afford any more surprises."

As the fleet diverted its course, the United States Air Force jets maintained their position, ensuring the Atlesian ships adhered to their new path. The skies over the Key West Islands gradually returned to a semblance of normalcy, but the encounter had left a lasting impression on both sides.

Back on the ground, in a secure military facility, the United States military personnel monitored the situation closely. The lead pilot of the F-55 Warhawks reported back to base command.

"Command, this is Warhawk Leader. The Atlesian fleet has diverted course and is no longer a threat. No hostilities were engaged. Over."

"Roger that, Warhawk Leader. Good work. Return to base for debriefing. We'll need to assess this new development and prepare for any future encounters. Command out."

As the jets returned to base, the wheels were already in motion for a thorough analysis of the Atlesian fleet and its intentions. The United States of America, now aware of a new and unknown presence in their skies, would not be caught off guard again. Both sides, having glimpsed the other's capabilities, knew that the world had just become a much more complicated place.

General Ironwood who is still in Vale has later received the report via a video chat with Atlas Councilman Sleet and Councilwoman Camilla who are at Atlas Academy.

He also received the report from many UNE nations that are allied with America. Like Canada, Mexico, Russia, China, Cuba, the UK(who sent the full report due to Atlas not far from them), Germany, Finland, Ireland, Scotland, France, Ukraine, the Baltic Union, Denmark, the Netherlands, Belgium, and Slovenia. Let's just say that Ironwood had earful of yelling and angry politicians and military leaders for the aircraft flying without clearance.

Councilman Sleet spoke up, "We must begin an investigation at once!"

"I already have. Captain Frost has been dishonorably discharged, never really liked that guy." Ironwood spoke calmly.

Camilla chimes in, "Liking or disliking someone has nothing to do with this situation General. What matters now is that we must not let this escalate any further!"

"Then I assume we're in agreement then?" Sleet said.

Both he, Ironwood and Camilla nodded.

Then they all heard shouting from outside the office. An all to familiar voice that is now giving most in the room(Ironwood) and video(Councilman Sleet and Councilwoman Camilla) a migraine.

"Let me through! I must speak with the council this instance!"

Ironwood with a hand on his forehead mutters, "Monty Oum..."

A 'man' then broke past the two guards, revealing none other than Jacqass-I mean Jacques Schnee(Gelé), who stormed right up to them.

"JAMES! I've seen the news of what happened! We must retaliate at once! Those poeple and whatever those in UNE must pay!" Jacques shouted in rage.

Ironwood mutters again, "Hello to you too Jacques..." Now Ironwood wished that HE was with Frost now to not have this walking headache here. "And I'm afraid we come to a different decision." He said looking at the surprised and shocked reaction from the video feed.

"A DIFFERENT DECISION?!" Jacques shouted shocked and angered.

General Ironwood straightened up, adopting a composed and authoritative demeanor to address the outburst from Jacques Schnee.

"Yes, Jacques. A different decision," Ironwood said firmly. "We are not in a position to retaliate. Doing so would only escalate the situation and put our people at unnecessary risk. We need to gather more information and understand who we are dealing with."

Jacques' face turned red with fury. "Understand who we are dealing with? They violated our airspace, and you want to sit around and talk?"

Councilman Sleet interjected, his voice calm but resolute. "Jacques, we are dealing with an unknown and potentially powerful entity. We have to proceed with caution. Our priority is the safety of our citizens and ensuring that we don't provoke a conflict we cannot win."

Councilwoman Camilla nodded in agreement. "This situation requires diplomacy and careful consideration. We cannot afford to act rashly. We need to communicate with these nations and understand their intentions."

Ironwood took a deep breath, trying to keep his frustration with Jacques in check. "Jacques, your concerns are noted, but this decision is final. We will investigate this thoroughly and take appropriate actions based on the findings."

Jacques opened his mouth to argue further, but Ironwood raised a hand to stop him. "This meeting is over. We will keep you informed of any developments. In the meantime, I suggest you focus on your responsibilities and let us handle this situation."

With that, Ironwood turned away, signaling the end of the discussion. Jacques stormed out of the office, muttering under his breath. The video feed with Councilman Sleet and Councilwoman Camilla remained active, their expressions reflecting a mix of relief and concern.

"We need to handle this carefully, James," Sleet said. "This could have far-reaching consequences if not managed properly."

"I agree," Ironwood replied. "I'll begin diplomatic efforts to reach out to the United States and their allies. We need to establish communication and ensure they understand our intentions are not hostile."

Camilla added, "And we must be prepared for any eventualities. Strengthen our defenses and gather intelligence on these nations. We cannot be caught off guard again."

Ironwood nodded. "I'll coordinate with our intelligence and defense teams immediately. Thank you both for your support. We'll get through this, but we need to stay united and focused."

With that, the video feed ended, and Ironwood began to outline the next steps. He knew the road ahead would be challenging, but he was determined to navigate it with caution and resolve. The future of Atlas and potentially all of kingdoms depended on it.