A/N: Hello, and welcome to my first fic! I hope you enjoy it. Feel free to leave comments and constructive criticism, because it is most appreciated! Characters from Penguins of Madagascar and RWBY are not mine, and belong to their respective owners.



A lone pair of spyglasses peeked through a bush in the courtyard of Beacon Academy. Slowly it panned from left to right, and then vice-versa. After a few seconds, it vanished back into the leaves. A hand rose upward and signaled a quick flick of the wrist. Immediately, three teenage boys rolled forward and leaped down the courtyard to hide behind the next bush, followed by a fourth. The same pattern occurred once more. A survey with binoculars, then a hurried dive to the next bush. Slowly but surely they drew nearer the main staircase of the school.

One bush left, and the four paused. The middle-sized boy who held the binoculars whispered to his brothers.

"Kowalski, analysis."

The tall boy with glasses known as Kowalski pulled out a campus map from his lab coat and glanced over the notes written on it.

"Only 32 meters from the objective, Skipper." Kowalski then pulled out a gold pocket watch. "And according to my calculations, if we don't get in now we will be marked for a tardy."

With a swift motion he stuffed them back into his coat as Skipper began reassessing their approach.

The smallest one, Private, spoke up. "Skipper, can't we just stroll inside?"

Skipper took his eyes off his binoculars and turned to his little brother. "Negative, Private. We're still in an insecure position inside foreign territory! The enemy could be watching us from any vantage points out here, like that tree, or that pillar, or in those buildings!"

The young boy sighed. "Sorry, Skipper."

"Alright boys, we need to move this show." Skipper began pointing to his brothers as he gave out orders. "Private, you're on point. Recon ahead and find us the fast way in. Rico, you'll clear the path on Private's mark. We don't move until the road's been cleared. The clock's tickin' boys. Let's roll!"

Private leaped out of the bush and ran up the stairs as fast as he could. Once at the top, he immediately splayed himself against the left wall and sneaked sideways as the other students passed, looking at him oddly. Private ignored their glances as he peeked around the corner. Their objective was in sight: Room 30, Grimm Studies, just down the hall. The doors were open and students were clogging the doorway.

Private rushed back to the top of the stairs and waved. Then it was Rico's turn. The rowdy, scarred punk climbed up the stairs to Private, his satchel strapped on and ready. He peeked around the doorway and signaled for a "Go!" on his earpiece. Kowalski and Skipper followed tout suite, entering the building just as Rico pulled out a smoke bomb from his bag and rolled it down the hallway.

"Fire in the hole!", Skipper whispered.

A small blast, like a firecracker, echoed into the halls and students began screaming. The four boys ran into the smoke cover, emerging into the lecture room and leaping for four empty seats midway down.

"Mission accomplished, boys!", Skipper proclaimed. Kowalski, in turn, pulled out his pocket watch again. "And exactly 8.65 seconds to spare!", the scientist added.

The brothers celebrated with their classic rapid-fire high fives, finishing just as Professor Port entered the room from the bottom-left door. With their notebooks readied on the table, team SKPR began their first day of class at Beacon.

Across the lecture room, team RWBY watched the commotion caused by the four brothers. Weiss just looked at them with disdain, complaining to her teammates. "I don't know what academy those ruffians are from, but I pity their classmates."

Yang spoke up. "Oh I don't know, they seem fun. Especially if they're going to compete in the Vytal Tournament."

"They just smoke-bombed the hallway just to find some seats," said Blake, not looking up from her notebook. "They look like they'd bring more trouble than they're worth."

An hour and a half passed by as Port continued with his anecdote of tackling Ursai with a twig. Skipper was taking notes, Kowalski was wrapped up in his mathematical calculations, Rico was just drawing battle scenes in his notebook, and Private was barely trying to stay awake. Then the bell rang, waking the small boy up from his drowsiness.

Closing his notebook, Skipper stood up from his chair. "Alright. That was a good first class. Private, I told you to lay off the midnight candy, we can't have you getting these morning burnouts when we're not on our home turf."

"Aye-aye, Skipper." Private yawned.

"Let's grab some grub, boys. I hear Vale has quality seafood. Operation: Lunchtime is go!"

Team SKPR commandoed their way out of the lecture room, running from corner to corner, cover to cover, until they breached through the door of the cafeteria with a team stance that got several students chuckling.

As several students walked around the team's human blockade, Rico tossed Kowalski the binoculars as Skipper barked out him an order. "Kowalski, find us an open spot."

Kowalski scanned the room before pointing a finger out. "Thirty-five degrees that way, sir."

"Target locked." Skipper turned to Private. "Private, you're grabbing the food. We'll secure the table. Formation Delta Zulu, boys. Go, go, go!"

The four boys leaped from their spot in front of the door. Skipper, Kowalski and Rico bounced off tables and pillars towards their table. Simultaneously, Rico threw out several objects from his satchel and passed them to his airborne teammates, who tossed them towards their table. As dozens of students watched, Skipper swung onto one of the flagpoles for a midair flip, then landed on the seat with his brothers and a table set up for a game of Remnant.

"Nice throw Kowalski, not a single piece out of place. Up high, boys!".

As the three brothers high-fived, Ruby and Yang got up from their table three feet away and greeted them. "Nice moves back there. I'm Yang, and this is my little sister Ruby. Welcome to Beacon!"

Ruby perked up and pointed at Weiss and Blake still sitting at their table. "Oh yeah, and over there are our teammates, Weiss and Blake." The two aforementioned girls just glanced.

Ruby then asked them. "Don't you guys ever just walk to places instead of jumping around?"

The three brothers stood up as Skipper spoke, his bravado booming through his voice and guiding his eccentric motions. "For your information little miss red, our techniques are part of a constant training regimen, the exact details of which are a classified secret, even to fellow huntresses. We gotta be in tiptop shape, be prepared for anything. Name's Skipper, and this is my elite contingent."

The boy moved to Kowalski and wrapped his arm on the taller boy's shoulder. "This is Kowalski, he's the brains of our outfit."

Kowalski coughed, stammered and started fixing up his glasses. "Well I don't want to brag but I am quite the intellectual."

The two sisters just smirked to each other, seeing through the boy's struggling attempt at looking good in front of them. "He reminds me of Jaune", Ruby whispered to Yang.

"Yeah but he can actually pull a wall jump." Her sister replied.

"This here's Rico, our weapons specialist and a bonafide psychopath." The wild-eyed boy nodded and gave out a guttural "Hello!", causing the girls to look at Skipper. "He's got a speech impediment sure, but you won't find a bigger bag of loyalty than him."

It was at this time Private approached their table, his tray filled with a large plate of fish and chips. With his sweet posh accent he greeted the girls. "Hello there!"

"And that's Private. He's our uh-" Skipper drew out that "uhh", trying to think of something. "Our candy-holder." Skipper nudged at his little brother and whispered to him. "Private, do that funny thing I always like."

Suddenly, Private put down his tray and saluted at the girls, sticking his tongue out and crossed his blue eyes, looking quite goofy and yet irresistibly adorable. Skipper chuckled, and Ruby and Yang squeed at the sight of it and started squeezing the boy's cheeks and mushing over him.

"Awww he's soo cute!" Ruby cried out.

Meanwhile, Kowalski just scoffed. "How come Private always gets the girls?" Rico just patted his brother's shoulder.

"How old are you Private? You look so young." Yang asked.

Through the stretched, red cheeks, and the boy replied. "I'm 16, actually."

Ruby let go of Private and looked back to Skipper, her fingers pointing to the board game on the table. "Hey can we play?"

Skipper cocked his head. "You've got some moxie to challenge a couple of professionals like us to this game, little lady. I like moxie."

"I call dibs on the next match!" yelled Yang.

The six sat down around the board game, eager to watch a two-player match between Skipper and Ruby. Rico started stuffing his mouth with fish and chips in excitement.

"Go get 'em, Skipper!" cheered Private.

Meanwhile, Blake and Weiss looked at their teammates from their table. Weiss mused to herself. "He is pretty cute."

Blake replied. "I still think they'll bring trouble."

On the table in front of the two girls, team JNPR watched team SKPR and the RWBY sisters squabble. Jaune was still marveling at the boys' agile performance. "Wow, those guys are really good."

"Well, they are brothers," Pyrrha replied. "They've probably trained together for their entire lives."

"Yeah. It'd probably take me years to do moves like that." He mused.

They watched as the board game quickly escalated in intensity. For several minutes Skipper and Ruby were throwing move after move at one another, their voices becoming audible from their table. Pieces started to fly off their table as the two opponents were neck and neck. Their match had drawn out for so long that Private's plate of fish and chips had been emptied.

At this point Skipper turned to his bespectacled brother. "Kowalski, options."

Kowalski pulled out a clipboard and started whispering to his brother's ear. "I suggest using the Mistralian Sea Cutter maneuver, using the Tempest card to lower her defenses in lieu of the usual Artillery Strike. If she tries to retaliate, you could use the Taijitu trap card to disable any attempt at counterstrike."

"And risk leaving the South undefended? I don't think so Kowalski!" said Skipper.

Kowalski flipped to the next page. "What about the Wild Hunt maneuver?"

"What are the chances of success?" the scheming leader asked.

His brother pulled out a calculator and typed for several seconds. "67 percent, sir."

With a confident grin on his face, the boy stood on the table to proclaim his victory. But just before he could call it out, the bell rang. Many of the students had begun exiting the cafeteria.

Skipper slumped back into his seat. "Aw. And total victory was in the palm of my hand!" He gritted through his teeth.

Ruby reached out a hand to the now-gloomy commando. "It's alright, you would've won anyway." Ruby showed her hand, and the cards she had would not have defended her from his attack. "That was a fun game."

"You're a good player, Ruby." Skipper replied. He then pointed to Yang. "And you, I still owe you a match." Yang acknowledged it with a nod.

The leader turned to his brothers. "Alright men, let's pack it up."

In a series of swift moves, the table was cleared of the board game, leaving only the empty plates. Kowalski then pulled out their timetable.

"Our next class is World History, Skipper."

"Let's roll!" Skipper ordered as he flipped off his seat and ran to the door. Rico and Kowalski we're close behind.

Ruby walked up to Private just before he followed. "Your brother is quite the leader." she said.

"He really is," the boy replied. "I couldn't ask for better."

"Hurry up, Private!" Skipper shouted from the cafeteria door.

"Oh dear," the boy stammered. "It was nice meeting you Ruby!" He said, waving as he ran after his team.

Later that evening, at Jaune and Pyrrha's rooftop training…

Pyrrha had just knocked Jaune down for the ninth time this week, and was picking him up on his feet again. Slowly but surely though, he was improving.

"Nice work," she began. "You've managed to last three minutes longer!"

"I'd like to get to five minutes." Jaune replied.

As they wiped the dirt from their clothes, they heard a smattering of hollow metal clanking, as if something was approaching. It got louder and louder, and before they knew it, the ventilation grate next to the rooftop door fell off as four boys poked their heads through the opening. They stared at the dumbstruck pair for a second before Skipper broke the awkward silence.

"This isn't the food storage," the boy said. Immediately he started pushing the other three back into the vent. "Dive, dive, dive!", he ordered, following them back down.

Pyrrha called out to them. "Wait! What are you doing?" The four protruded out of the vent again, and this time, the smallest one spoke up.

"We're looking for the food storage." he said, earning a slap from his leader.

"Through the vents?" Jaune asked.

Before Private could reply again, his mouth was shut by Rico. The boy then grabbed his brother's arm and pushed it off his mouth. "Well actually, we're looking for our dorm room."

Pyrrha walked closer. "I'm pretty sure the exchange students have a separate dorm building."

"Mistral's walls, we're in the wrong building! Kowalski, reassess those blueprints!" Skipper groaned.

Kowalski replied. "Sorry sir, reading in tight shafts is slightly more difficult than anticipated."

As the four dived back down the vent, Skipper pointed to the two teens. "Hey lovebirds," he called out, causing the two to flinch and turn red. He started waving his arms slowly. "You didn't see anything, got it?"

The flustered partners nodded meekly. Pyrrha was just about to say something, but the four had vanished back into the vent. A second later, Rico popped back up to grab the vent grate and sealed it back on, leaving the two alone and embarrassed on the rooftop.

Finally, in team SKPR's actual dorm room….

Team SKPR's dorm room was messy. Not in the sense of a cluttered mess, but rather an overstuffed space littered with all manner of gadgets and papers and an unusual amount of foil wrappers. Rico was busy trying to tear his pillow apart, while Private was still arranging his shelf of unicorn plush toys. Near the window, Kowalski and Skipper were wearing headphones, listening intently to a small device with a radio dish placed on their bureau. Kowalski's fingers delicately turned the small dials on the gadget, adjusting volume and frequency to gain a clear reception.

Through the static, the two heard a peculiar conversation.

"The White Fang, all of it!", said a female voice. "Something big is happening and no one is doing anything about it!"

Another more familiar voice spoke up. "Ozpin told us not to worry. Between the police and the huntsmen, I'm sure they can handle it."

"Isn't that Yang?" Kowalski asked.

"Well I'm not! They don't know the White Fang like I do!" the first voice shouted.

Before they could listen any further, the device was struck by a flung half-pillow, knocking it off the bureau. The two listeners' ears were struck by piercing static, forcing them to remove their headphones.

"Rico!" Skipper shouted. "We're conducting an audio surveillance here! Do you mind?"

"Sorry." Said the boy in a raspy tone.

Kowalski readjusted the device, turning the dials once more to regain the conversation. After a few seconds, clear voices came through once more.

"They're out there somewhere planning their next move and none of us know what it is but it's coming whether we're ready or not!"

It was all they could hear before the device short-circuited.

"Kowalski, analysis." Skipper ordered.

The inventor broke open the case and observed the damage. "Sorry sir, but I don't have the parts to repair it."

"So", Skipper began, taking off his headphones. "Little miss Red and her team has intel on the White Fang. Boys, looks like we've made progress on our mission. Tomorrow we rendezvous with those girls at approximately 1600 and nab the rest of the info we need." His brothers saluted in response.

A few hours later, as the rest of the campus was asleep, Skipper stood in front of the window staring at the shattered moon. His scroll was in his hand, and he held it close to his mouth.

"Skipper's log. Our first day at Beacon, and already we have a lead on our mission. So far we've managed to maintain the secrecy of our operation, but being in unfamiliar territory, I remain vigilant. Despite the peaceful relations we've managed to strike up with the locals, I fear that deep down that the only people I can trust is my team. But, if the citizens of Vale are anything, it's that they're trustworthy enough to be usable to our plans. End log."

A/N: I can't believe I spent a whole day writing this. Still, no regrets. At the time of writing this, I'm still thinking up the Penguins' exact arsenal and powers, but hopefully I've made a decent enough introduction for readers to want to continue onwards.