Disclaimer: I don't own rwby. The only thing I are the ocs in this story.
In the clock tower of Beacon academy there was a man sitting with a troubled look on his face. The man had a light complexion and sharp facial features. His outfit consisted of an unzipped black suit over a buttoned vest and green shirt. He wore black trouser shoes and long dark green pants. He also wore shaded glasses. He had a small purple cross shaped pin on the cowl around his neck. This man was professor Ozpin and he was in a bind. Amber has been assaulted and lost half of her power. To make matters worse she fell in a coma and the identity of the assailant was unknown. Add the pressure of the council of Vale wanting more results against the White Fang and the dust robberies Ozpin was stretched too thin.
'And then there is still Salem to worry about' the headmaster thought. He needed to and someone new because his group was spread thin too. The problem with that was the person needed to be intelligent, strong, and most important trustworthy. The first two points weren't that hard to find but the third one was neigh impossible to get. Ozpin knew only one such person but she was still a wild card.
'Either she will ignore what I say or demands prove which is risky to do in this situation' Ozpin mentally debated. 'Then again she is an open minded person'. The headmaster of Beacon sighed and went to his scroll to make a call. 'I just hope that this won't be a mistake' Ozpin thought.
Mistral forests where beautiful. Rich vegetation with big trees and branches that are strong enough to support a full grown man so you could avoid the Grimm on the ground. Sitting on a rock in the middle of a clearing was a woman. The woman had pale skin and brown spiky hair that reached to the middle of her back. Her outfit was what almost everyone would find indecent. She wore simple bandages around her c-cup chest with shorts for her legs. The woman most defining part of her was that she had a spiky haired tail. The female was one of the human with animal features. A faunus. The woman was humming a tune when something caught her attention.
"Hey Jaune, you finished with the task I gave you"?
"No just one more round teach." Jaune replied.
"Then hurry up. I have been waiting here for ten minutes already" the woman said. She heard the boy mumble slave driver with brought a smile on her face. Then her scroll went off. The faunus picked it up to answer the call.
"Hello you are connected to the Vacuo police department, how can I help you"?
"Good one Lurmina" the caller spoke.
"Oh hey Ferna, what can I do for you"? Lurmina happily replied.
"Nothing much, I just have a mission for you and your nephew. After that I need you to go to Beacon academy".
"Why? We were in Vale just five days ago".
"I know but Little Ozzie called me to send you to him. Also next time Lurmina, please stop hanging up on your calls".
"Ah but I don't want to talk to Ozpin" Lurmina whined.
"Stop being a little bitch and do what I told you to do. The mission is in Menagerie to kill some Deathstalkers that are being a pain in Ghira's plans to expand further inland" Ferna answered back annoyed.
"Yeah yeah it will be done in a jiffy" Lurmina sigh out.
"Good" Ferna ended the call. Lurmina sigh again. She really didn't want to go to Ozpin. He probably had some annoying request that he could have bothered some random huntsman could do for him, but having Ferna angry at you was pretty much a death sentence. The old hag sank the island of Kurimat with all of Mantle's force still on it during the Great War. One of the reason Mantle agreed so fast to end the war.
'Wait a minute' the Faunus remembered something. 'Maybe I can get somethings out of this situation'.
"I'm done teach what's next"?
"Pack up your stuff Jaune. We got a mission in Menagerie after that we are going to Vale".
"Huh? But we were in Vale just a few days ago. Why go back"? Jaune asked.
"Good to see you don't blindly follow orders little one. Ferna was contacted so it must be important. One more thing before we go" Lurmina replied.
"And that is"?
"If you throw up on me again I will cut your tail off"
Jaune paled. He grabbed his fox tail, hugging it close to his chest. Lurmina smiled. It was great to scare her nephew.
Lurmina walked through the hallway of Beacon following a Glynda Goodwitch. The women had very light blonde hair tied back in a bun with a curl hanging down the right side of her face. Her eyes are bright green and she wears thin ovular glasses. She has dangling teal earrings that match the hanging pendant on her collar. She wore a white long-sleeved, pleated top that has a wide keyhole neckline and gauntlet cuffs that flare in pleats at the wrist. Her lower body was covered by a black high-waisted pencil skirt with bronze buttons and black-brown stockings. She wore black boots with bronze heels, and a cape that is purple inside and black on the outside. The cut of the cape is stylized to end in flames and arrows, with a row of diamond-shaped bronze beads on the back. Above this line of beads appears an emblem of a tiara that is her personal symbol. Not that it was necessary. She knew where the headmaster office was but it was a formality. That and she had the tendency to wander off when in thought.
"Welcome Lurmina Arc, I hope that the journey was without any problems" she heard someone say. The warrior looked up to see she was already in the office.
"It could have been better but it got me where I need to be. Nice office you got here, really time based" the faunus replied. She took a seat on desk causing Glynda to glare at her. It was so much fun to annoy people who were strict followers of the rules. Ozpin just looked amused. 'Then again, I have never seen him mad before' Lurmina thought.
"So what did you need from me"?
"Well I need your help to protect someone important" the headmaster replied.
"If it is a council member tell them they can shove the CCTS tower up there ass".
"Language Miss Arc" Goodwitch replied with a glare "You are a huntress so act in a proper manner". Lurmina was picking her nose with a bored face causing Glynda's glare to become even harsher.
"Miss Glynda please" Ozpin held his hand up. Glynda gave one last glare to Lurmina before backing off.
"No, It isn't one of the council but someone just as if not more important I need your help to protect". That caught Lumina attention. Someone more important than a council member, well that's rare.
"That's interesting. Tell me, who is this person"?
"So how did it go auntie"? Jaune asked while passing a plate of smashed potatoes and steak to Lumina who was lying on the table.
"Pretty good actually I got a job at Beacon" Lurmina said lazily poked at the potatoes.
"Wait but what about my training"? Jaune panicked. If his aunt was working for Beacon now then he would lose his teacher. She maybe a little sadistic with training but the payoff was great. 'Well there was that one time in which she dislocated one of my arms, broke the other one and then threw me in a horde of Grimm to learn to reset my arm with just my shoulder muscles while in combat without aura' Jaune thought. 'Still it is good to know how to do it plus it help with pain tolerance and to show that dodging is vital in a fight'.
"Don't worry about that" Lurmina said. "Say do you still want to fulfil your childhood dream"?
"You mean the one where I wanted to become a prince"?
"No plus that would be next to impossible. I mean the one to be a hero".
"Aren't I already one"?
Lurmina laughed. "No you are training to become a hospitaller, those are not heroes".
"They can still become heroes" Jaune argued.
"Yeah they can but for the ones on the receiving end they are seen villains" countered Lurmina.
"Isn't that the case with all heroes"?
Lurmina sighed. "Instead of going in circles I'm just going to say it. I mean the one where you wanted to become a huntsman".
"Oh that one. What about that one"?
"ARGGH"
Jaune screamed. Receiving a glass of water to the face wasn't fun.
"Damn it aunt that could have blinded me".
"Stop being a wimp little one".
"What does that dream have to do with your new job "? Jaune grumbled.
"One of the agreements was that if I would accept the offer the headmaster would let you enter Beacon".
"You're kidding me" Jaune whispered.
Lurmina just smiled. "I am not".
She was suddenly tackled of the table onto the ground.
"You are the best aunt, I love you" Jaune shouted happily while hugging his aunt.
"Oh, having incestuous little one" the aunt teased.
"You just had to ruin it".
They ended the hug and went back to their dinner. Jaune did have a smile on his face.
"Do I have to board this thing"? Jaune lamented. He was really not looking forward to this. With his motion sickness this was going to be one hell of a ride. It was so bad that the moment the ship was of the ground it would kick in.
"Don't be a wimp and just get on the ship. Beside this is the last stop so it won't you won't be on the on the plane for too long".
"Can I-"
"No you cannot climb the cliff" Lurmina said.
"It would be a good training exercise" the young man mumbled.
"True and with your new armour it would be even better" the faunus teacher agreed. "But you are still getting on that plane".
Jaune let out a sigh. He gave a look at his armour. He wore a cyan coloured plate body and legs. The legs have a wicked spike that acted as the poleyn. The vambraces had the same feature. The pauldron has multiple spikes on it so that the shoulder bashes will be devastating. The gauntlets have small nubs on the knuckles for extra punching power. His helmet was in a cylinder shape with small holes where the mouth was and small eye slits. The chest plate back had at the neck area had metal that reach half way to his head to protect the back of his neck. The Arc symbol was on the front. On his hip he had Crocea Mors, a two-handed arming sword whose sheath could transform in to a heater shield for defence. This sword was ancient. Like really ancient. There are rumours that it existed long before Grimm walked Remnant. Most likely not true but what was true is that it was the first shifting weapon that leaded to the creation of hybrid weapons. The forging process was lost long ago. Whoever made Crocea Mors had to been one of, if not the best blacksmith ever to life. The blade never dulled and was unbreakable. Not even Atlas, the leading kingdom in science and development, could recreate it. The sword was a fall back that would never fail to help him in a pinch.
His main weapon dwarfed Crocea Mors. A bearing sword named Grave Officium. The sword had the same colour as his armour. Standing at a height of 7'2 feet or 2.2 metres with a width of 11.8 inches or 30 centimetres, he could hide behind it if he stands sideways and 2 inches or 5 centimetres thick, it was one very heavy monster. The blade width was a bit bigger where it met the guard and in a half circle form with eight finger sized holes in it. The circle end was facing away from the guard. At the pommel was a removable rope attach to which connected the sword with his belt which carried different types of supplies. He carried the sword on his shoulder. To finish his look wore a red hooded cape.
"Well time to face my hell" Jaune sighed out and step on the ship. He turned his head around to give Lurmina one last look.
"Well see you after the initiation".
"Don't go dying on me yet. I still have lots to teach you" Lurmina replied.
Jaune nodded and went straight to the restroom on the ship. He unclipped Grave Officium and let it rest against the wall. Entering one of the stalls he removed his helmet and went on his knees.
"Hello toilet, you and I are going to get to know each other very well at the end of this flight".
Author note
Hello readers. SoWriteIt here. Just wanted to add a few things here. I am dyslexic. This means that I have problems with reading and writing. This may have been obvious because some stupid mistakes I will make in this story. If you see any spelling errors in here you are free to tell me about it. If you have critics about how I can improve my writing feel free to tell me about it so I can make the story more enjoyable for you guys.
That was it. I hope you will read the next chapter when it comes.