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Welcome one and all to Jankmaster98's union of Star Wars and the World of RWBY, wherein the Force, the Grimm, and all that good stuff is going to come together to build a journey that will hopefully not end in a cluster bomb of Overpowered ideas and what not. I don't own Star Wars or RWBY, so without further a do, let's get to it!

A Long Time Ago In a Galaxy Far Far Away...

Star Wars

Knights of Remnant

Turmoil rocks the cosmos! The defeat of the Sith Trimutive by the Jedi Exile has brought an uneasy peace upon the galaxy at large, a Jedi Order with numbers so few must pick up the shattered pieces of their legacy. In these dark days, the leadership of important figures such as Revan, the prodigal knight, and the Jedi Exile is mysteriously missing. As the scattered survivors of the Sith purges band together, some pieces of valuable and dangerous portions of history are being lost to the ravages of time and the scope of the cosmos. Carrying a precious cargo, Zabrak Jedi Master Durant Hess has been charged with the protection of items that could forever change the course of Galactic History...

Everything was flashed and beeping, not a good sign when you were a pilot. The cockpit of the Dynamic Class was starting to sound like alarm clock what was set to overdrive as damage from both the recent battle and impromptu hyperspace jump took its toll. At least he managed to jump into a system. This portion of the galaxy was far off the normal hyperspace lanes, it was almost a damn miracle that he didn't fly into a star or crash right into a black hole. Typing in random coordinates wasn't his smartest idea, but when the navicomputer was fried that was the best he could do really. Someone must've sold him out, the Zabrak Jedi lamented, that pirate fleet came upon him too quickly, too suddenly. Who could it have been? He had been so careful over the long years. Ever since he was given this mission by the council in the early days of the Jedi Civil War, he had been the guardian of these dangerous pieces of history. Even after the end of that conflict though, then came another. The Sith had not given up their dreams of extinguishing the light of the Jedi Order from the galaxy just because Revan had been redeemed and Malak dead with his Star Forge. It was part of why Durant had never revealed himself like the other masters did during the purges.

The Force had other plans for him it seemed, plans that right now seemed to involve burning up in the middle of space. Killing some of the sublight engines to try and cut speed, the Jedi's freighter continued to groan and shake as metal sheared off the hull in strips and plates. Thruster controls weren't working properly and there was little in the way of control of acceleration or deceleration. The best that could be said was that life support was still working and toxins hadn't flooded into the cockpit. The yellow star that this system apparently based itself off of was getting closer and closer as was one of the planets that looked vaguely like Alderaan from this distance. It also appeared to have a moon that saw signs of damage? A weapon of some sort, the result of a war? Perhaps but he could get no reading on any ships or space stations in the area. It could be that was the fault of the busted sensors but that there seemed to be no ships in the area made it seem like this was not a planet that had a space-faring civilization. With no hyperspace routes, easy ones at least, that lead to this location perhaps it should not have been a surprise.

Damn it there wasn't much choice was there? He was going to have to attempt a landing. Seizing the joystick with renewed determination, Master Hess pulled back hard and attempted to angle a reentry that was nothing like standard protocol. Somehow though, despite all the chaos and noise around him, as he drew nearer to the planet he felt a sense of calm come over him. It was if the Force itself was calling him towards this place, the Living Force did work in mysterious ways after all. As the planet drew closer and closer Hess began to sense that this was a world full of life in a myriad of forms. Nothing to the extent of Coruscant or Taris (Pre-Malak) surely, but clearly this was an inhabited world. Light and dark were at play here, he could sense, it appeared a great struggle was on hand. Was it his part to have a role in this struggle? He knew not but he knew that he had to try to land this craft! Entering the planet's atmosphere at high velocity, heat uncharacteristic of a happy landing scorched the outer hull. It took all his effort to stop the craft from burning up before it even reached the ground, now the next step was to attempt to land somewhere that wasn't filled with water. This wouldn't be easy seeing as most of the planet was covered with it.

It was at this point, as mechanical skill failed him, that the Jedi then choose to let go. Computers, engines, metal, they were all about to fail him. With all of that gone, it was time to turn to something else. Taking a deep breath, the Jedi Master closed his eyes and reached out once more to the Force. Instead of gripping the joystick like a vice, he let his grip relax and let instinct guide his movements. The sound of alarms blaring, the heat of the metal that was yet to cool, all these things were distractions. More than anything else he was a Jedi, the Force was his guide. The physical world that the Sith would see to rule and control, he let that wash over him as he made quick and sharp movements with the controls. He was not seeing it at the moment, but everything he did was leading him closer and closer to one of the continents that rose up from the sea. It was also leading him quite a ways away from the major population centers, though some would doubtlessly see the metal hulk cutting its way through the sky. No amount of skill or knowledge, however, could salvage this landing. At the very least, not him. He could see it now, as he concentrated a bit more. It was not his place to make a great journey here. No, it was another's. If he had more time more focus, he could see it in his mind's eye. He could see whom this path was made for. If only he had more time... Then... there was nothing.

"Mom? Dad? Anyone?" Jaune Arc shouted through the trees, only to receive nothing but echoes in return. "Hello?"

How did he get separated from his family this time? Jaune scratched his head as he tried to remember how he lost track of where his parents and his sisters when they always as loud as a circus troupe marching through the woods. Strangely, he didn't feel so lost as he perhaps should've. He was only nine years old and alone in the woods, however, there wasn't panic setting in yet. Despite all the things that could go wrong out here, it felt as though a presence was calling out to him, telling him things were going to be alright.

Now he recognized at least something, he remembered now. Early he thought he heard something roaring above the treeline but he could not see it above the canopy. He was following it, wasn't he? Against reason and sense, he wanted to discover what it was that made that sound. Was it some sort of plane or some sort of Grimm? He didn't know and for some reason that excited him more than it frightened him. Without the chattering and arguing of his family, the young Arc now found himself listening more to the forest itself and the little sounds it made. Wind whistling through the trees while birds and other small animals scurrying about filled his ears, and Jaune also thought he could hear a stream in the distance. His footfalls scrunching on the damp leaves joined into a steady rhythm, moving forward towards something he knew absolutely nothing about. He had a feeling that whatever he had heard was close, he couldn't see it, but he knew that he was going the right direction

He wondered if his parents and his sisters were looking for him right now, scrambling desperately to find their young child before something awful happened to him. He didn't know how long he was walking, whether it was for minutes or hours, but soon enough there were signs he was close. The smells changed first, the fresh air of the forest giving way to a slightly smoky aroma. Next, the sounds changed, no longer could he hear the sounds of the life of the woods. Now he heard groaning and straining metal and the crackling of small fires. Slowly but surely what he began to see changed as well. The trees here were now broken and shattered things, no doubt devastated by whatever it was that crashed here. Eventually, Jaune saw where the ship had at least partially touched down. Here the trees were all but shattered and a massive path of dirt was plowed through in a mostly straight line. Jaune followed this path, careful not to get too close to the small fires that flickered around, and then he saw it.

The young boy had seen airships before, he had taken one into Mistral for this trip in the first place, but this thing was unlike anything he had ever seen before. It wasn't that it was larger than any of the ships Jaune had gazed upon, he had once seen an Atlas Airship during a parade, but this still had a look that clearly set it apart from the other flying craft he'd seen before. Though he wasn't a mechanic, Jaune could see that this thing had taken a lot of damage in the crash. The ship was broken apart in many places with the hull having lost plates and panels aplenty. Jaune would've starred more at his discovery but he then heard the distinct sounds of coughing and gagging coming from inside the ship. Emerging from one of the broken corners of the ship was someone that looked to be some sort of horned Faunus to Jaune. He had lines across his face and several horns sticking out from his head, and in addition to that, he was dressed in strange robes that didn't look like normal clothes. The Faunus was clutching his side and what Jaune could only assume was blood seemed to be leaking onto his cloak. As he emerged from the ship he briefly tried to stand before tumbling onto the ground. Seeing the hurt man Jaune quickly rushed over to him, strangers were just friends you hadn't met yet, right?

"Who... where?" His voice was very weak, he would need help. Jaune went into his backpack and got out his canteen.

"My name's Jaune, mister. You look like you're hurt bad," Jaune held out his canteen to the Fauns who grasped it with an unsteady hand.

"Thank you, Jaune I- Look out!" Jaune found himself tossed to the side by an unseen force as the Faunus man leaped to his feet.

Turning around from his position face down on the ground, Jaune saw a small pack of three beowolfs bearing down on the man. Panic set in as Jaune wondered what he could do. He was just a kid and this man was hurt. He didn't look like a Huntsman, what were they going to do? It was then a new sound cut through the forest, another sound Jaune had never heard before. A clashing clang that then gave way to a low hum as something blue shone in the light of day. In the Faunus' hands was some sort of metal cylinder, and from that cylinder, a pillar of white light surrounded by an aura of blue. The weapon of a Huntsman? Jaune knew his family's ancient sword was once the tool of Huntsmen of ages past, but a simple blade wasn't something most of the defenders of the people used in the modern era. And yet, seeing that blade Jaune felt some sort of hope spring up in his heart. He didn't know how or why, but seeing that man with his blade raised in the air gave him some sort of reassurance this would be okay.

The Grimm leaped at the Faunus, howling and snarling with horrible ferocity, but even as the monster moved fast the man moved faster. Charging forward, seemingly unafraid of the creature, he moved in with a wide slash that quickly cut the beast in two. There was no doubt in Jaune's mind now, this guy must've been some sort of Huntsman. He had to be, nobody else could kill a Grimm that easily. The first beast dead, the other two tried to close in but the man was too fast. As easily as he had killed the first beast he stabbed his sword through the skull of another. While that was happening the other tried to swipe his claws at him, but the man simply raised his hand and the beowolf stopped. Jaune wondered what he was doing for a moment before suddenly he saw the beowulf rise off the ground and into the air. The boy's eyes were as wide as dinner plates and his mouth was agape as the Grimm went sailing high into the air before it was slammed into a tree. That wasn't the end of it however, as a finishing blow the Faunus threw his sword at the pinned beowolf. The blade spun rapidly in the air, blue light blurring where it began and where it ended until it lodged itself directly into the Grimm's chest.

Awe and wonder were all that could be said to be going through Jaune's mind right now as the blade deactivated part of itself until only the metal cylinder remained. With that same power he used to move the Grimm, the stranger pulled the cylinder back to him before placing it on his belt.

"Are you alright young one, I did not- arrhhh!-" Jaune's savior collapsed onto his knees and Jaune once more rushed to his side.

Blood now was becoming more and more evident on his cloak, staining the light brown a dark red. Jaune had seen people get hurt before, but this was something beyond what he'd ever known.

"Mister, mister, are you gonna be okay?" Jaune asked frantically, not wanting anything bad to happen to this man who had just saved his life, "What's your name, how did you do all that? What happened to you?"

"I... I am Jedi Master Durant," He coughed roughly before he caught his breath again, "Durant Hess, little one. I.. My ship it's..."

"Your ship?" Jaune looked at the damaged hulk of metal, "You mean your plane? Your thing doesn't look like a boat? And... What's a Jedy?"

"Jedi, and," Another cough, this one rougher than the last, "My time, my time is at an end."

"Mister Hess, what do you mean, what's happening? What's going on?" Jaune felt as though millions of questions were running through his head and he wasn't getting any answers.

"There isn't time, I'm sorry, Jaune," The Faunus took a deep breath and then he looked more peaceful than before, relaxed and calm even as he was hurt something awful, "You... I see it, I can see the Force in you."

"The what? I don't understand?"

"The Force does not need to be understood, it merely needs to be listened to. You hear it and it answers you as you answer back," From his cloak, the man pulled out some sort of cube and placed it in Jaune's hands. "This is yours now, little one. Keep it secret, keep it safe. I can see your path before me now. These are your first steps."

"Hold on what do you mean, what is this? I want to know!" Jaune sounded like a pouting child at the moment, but none of this made sense!

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, trust your instincts young man, and May the Force be with You," With those words, the man stopped breathing and then as soon as that had occurred his body faded into nothingness.

His cloak and everything else remained as proof he had been there, but as to the man himself, he was gone. Jaune wanted to cry to scream, to do something to vent his frustration at this turn of events, but instead, his heart and mind were drawn to the little cube the man had given him, and the metal cylinder that he had left behind. Jaune was afraid to touch it, he had never once considered messing with the weapon of Huntsman or a... what was it again? Jedi? Yet something told him it would not be proper to leave this metal thing here for others to find. As long as he didn't mess with its buttons or anything he probably wouldn't hurt anyone. Yet as cool as that thing was, something in his mind told him the far more important object was the small cube no bigger than his puzzle cubes at home. It had a weird design to it, lots of details and little shapes inside other shapes. Like the metal cylinder he put it in his pack, he'd look at it more at the hotel or maybe he'd wait until he got back home. Though Jaune Arc could not have known it at the time, these were his first steps into a much larger world, and indeed, all of Remnant's first steps into a much larger galaxy.

A/N: And so as one Jedi's journey ends, another's will begin. Durant Hess is an original character created for this fic. The next chapter will cut right to the arrival of Jaune Arc at Beacon Academy. What will change in the years since receiving the Jedi Holocron? Find out next time, leave reviews if you can, and have a nice day!