Greetings! I am pleased to kick off my first ever fanfic! Honestly I don't know how far I'll get into this and I am really just kinda trying to just work off a random outline I created for the story. For the most part this story popped into my head randomly one night and I just couldn't get it out of my head, the idea being taking the characters and placing them into a real war and changing the world to be still unique but also alittle more like ours to allow for a more down to earth and gritty story. Sorry I am rambling, I plan on updating when I can and since I have never tired writing anything longer then a poem I know I would love feed back from anyone who reads the story.

I'm still getting used to posting but let's get this started!

Flowers in the Wastelands

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"As Things Become"

-Shadow Valley: Southeast of Vale City- 27 miles pass Vytal Advance Line-

Jaune Arc

The rain fell in heavy grey shards that sliced the tree canopies along the mountain side, slamming down into soft dirt with a confident rumble before collecting and seeping out of the mud. The rainfall was sudden and unexpected, storm clouds cutting off the mountainside to much needed air support and making it hard for Fireteam JNPR to advance much farther than they had the day before; which meant they hadn't moved much at all, still in hiding after the unsuccessful recon three days prior. Afraid of alerting the enemy of their false retreat they had split into pairs and maintained radio silence for the bulk of this time.

Jaune shivered, snuggling against the black scarf around his neck and hugging the grey-brown overcoat as tightly as possible for warmth. Though all of his equipment was waterproofed the moisture still condensed on the inside of his clothes, nipping the scruffy blonde as he tried to ignore the itch of his skin; instead scanning his surroundings. It was was the beginning of winter and the animals had long since gone into hiding, silence and the nights falling earlier and the cold biting harder as the weeks passed by. Jaune knew that tonight would have to be the deadline for the last part of his team's mission; to strike a White Fang armory and dust supply that had happily nestled itself into the base of the Shadow Valley. Largely untouched by the war and very hazardous to reach from "The Line", the valley contained thousands of acres filled with forest, rivers and plains and sadly made it easy for the enemy to mask their presence from the Military forces of Vytal.

"That doesn't explain how they've managed to convert the entire valley into a production center.'" Jaune sighed.

There were several large buildings, Jaune mused to nobody, the abandoned mining town retrofitted to suit some unknown White Fang agenda, with tunnels and caves passing throughout the valley and connecting with various hostile outpost in the territory southeast of Vale. Despite the large scale of this mission only two teams were sent to scout and eliminate the supply

'What in the hell was Ozpin thinking,' He sighs again, adjusting the scope on his rifle and digging his knees into the mud, "this was destined to end badly."

His ears perked up to the slight sound of suction as someone approached his right flank. Reaching for the sawed-off shotgun like "Ursa-Cannon" attached to his hip, he pulled, adjusting himself to strike as soon as they reached his position. The steps slowly drawing nearer by the seconds that Jaune counted nervously in his head. His fingers were slipping on the trigger, his fingerless gloves soaked, joints sore and arm tired from overuse. Jaune knew he'd only one shot, the recoil possibly making him lose his grip before firing off the second or third. Time slowed as the target reacted, quickly accelerating to reach the peak of the pit. As they did Jaune noticed the person brandish their revolver in one hand, the other gripping a hunting rifle. Their grey-brown helmet shifting as they leapt forward, the figure of a spear and shield engraved in it. Near the apex of the jump the briefest glimpse of wet crimson bangs appeared, relaxing the blonde.

The whole exchange took less than five seconds, with Pyrrha Nikos automatically recognizing the blonde mid lunge and twisting to avoid crashing into him. As she did so the revolver instantly returned to her coat pocket and she landed into the mud silently, save for the light click of a hunting rifle being put onto safety. She goes prone, the mud moving away as she takes her position next to Jaune, all of this happening in under 15 seconds.

Fireteam JNPR is noted for being an effective scouting and strike team, with speed and efficiency in all of their missions, what they lacked in flashy fireworks they made up for with strong tactical skill and teamwork. Alongside their sister team "RWBY" they had been the only Fireteam allowed to go passed the Line before their second year evaluation. Almost unheard of for a Fireteam with only one year of service together. Jaune Arc was proud of that fact, he had a solid team between himself, Nora Valkyrie, Pyrrha Nikos and Lie Ren. Having survived and thrived under fire and in situations that claimed the lives of teams three years their senior. To the other recruits stationed at Fort Beacon it was beginning to look as though these teams could do damn near anything. Even Jaune started to believe it, always hoping that if any team could make it, it would be His team that would survive the war.

Jaune often forgot his dreams…

Just a Prologue I plan on putting up the next chapter tomorrow, Night everyone!