Hey guys, so while writing this some of you commented on the new story, so first,
RebelRaven: Mk 4 suits are the first we see, Mk 1-3 are basically exo suits and I think I will treat his aura as a last line of defense per say.
Pinkpower: Yes! However I'm keeping him a spartan, but he act independently. Let me explain, imagine if an intelligence agent reports both the CIA and the President, but receives his/her orders from the CIA. And the attack on Beacon will happen, but fail.
-Beacon Academy, Professor Ozpin's Office-
"You know why I called you here?" He asked. A man in his forties, maybe, with glasses. He sitting in chair with some coffee and lots of paperwork on it. Next to him was the headmistress of the school: Professor Goodwitch. Recently the news that one of his students, the very one in front of him had cheated his way in. His name was Jaune Arc, he came from the famous Arc family, a family of heroes and leaders. Ozpin, however, knew about this and let him stay, he saw potential in the young Arc. A smart tactical mind with a large reserve, and to be fair, his family holds some blame for this happening. His father refused to train him, his mother tried to prevent from going down the path he wanted to, and his sisters, all seven of them either didn't or couldn't find/make time to train him. So he was self taught, and to fair, he did fairly well. He could use a sword and shield with some confidence, and his time in Beacon has improved his tactical mind further and fighting ability. However with the recent revelation, he would not be accepted anymore, that left him with one option, leaving the academy.
"Yes, I'm sorry professor." Jaune said.
"Don't be. I know of your training and your forged transcripts. I had wanted for you to stay Mr. Arc."
"You did?" Jaune and Goodwitch said, both clearly surprised.
"Mr. Arc, you have a great tactical mind, and with more training you could have become something greater, but that cannot come to pass."
"Does my family know?" Jaune was concerned because he knew how his family would react: banishment and taking his Arc title.
"Yes, they know." Jaune looked down.
"They demanded Crocea Mors back. It will be sent back." Goodwitch said.
"I understand. When is the next bullhead leaving?" Jaune asked.
"Ten minutes." Goodwitch said.
"I'm sorry Mr. Arc." Ozpin said.
"Don't be professor, and it's Arc anymore I guess." Jaune said. As he left he thought about where he would go know. When the elevator opened he was greeted by Ruby and Yang.
"Hey Jaune, how'd it go?" Ruby asked, she clearly didn't want to know.
"I'm leaving. By choice." Jaune said.
"Wait why?" Yang asked.
"Yang it doesn't take a genius to understand what would happen if I stayed." They knew he was right. Ruby looked and the ground and Yang held her sister.
"So where will you go?" Yang asked.
"I don't know Yang, somewhere." Jaune said.
He was pulled into the hug by Ruby, who was starting to cry. He hugged her back. Yang under normal circumstances would kill anyone who caused Ruby to cry, but not today. She knew how important Jaune was to Ruby and he was pretty much forced out. She would kill Cardin and his team later.
"I'm sorry Ruby but the bullhead leaves in ten minutes." He steps back, but the hug had it's effect, "Can you come visit?"
"I can try Ruby." He said. On his to the bullhead he heard many different insults. He arrived he saw the bullhead. "You Jaune?"
"Yeah."
"Where to?"
"Vale."
"Alright, strap in." One their way there he saw something coming towards them. It looked like a purple tear.
"Uh, what's that?" Before there was an answer the craft fired on them. He blacked out. Back on the cliff facing Vale Ruby and Yang watched with horror as his bullhead was shot down and crashed. They stood there and cried.
-A few hours later, UNSC Fireteam Stealth-
"Hey I found a survivor." Matt called out.
"Who?" The team's leader, Aaron asked.
"That looks like Jaune Arc sir."" The teams AI Friday said.
"The kid that cheated his way into the school?" The team's marksman Natasha asked.
"The same Nat, he looks uninjured. Aura took most of the impact." The team's medic Alfon said.
"How do you guys know this stuff?" Matt asked.
"We just got done decoding everything on the CCT networks, that's how." Friday said. Matt simply shrugged alright.
"So what do we do with him?" Nat asked.
"We take him with us, he nowhere else to go." Aaron said. "Morrison wants to speak to him."
"Admiral Morrison?!" Alfon asked. Aaron nodded.
"Alright then." He looked down to see him stirring awake. "Welcome back the land of the living." Jaune was clearly stunned.
"What happened?"
"You got shot down, you're lucky to be alive." Alfon said,
"I'd rather not." Jaune said.
"Yeah we know, our commander wants to speak with you. He'll answer your questions." Aaron said.
"O-Ok." Jaune said.
They all started heading towards to the transport. After they boarded Jaune looked over to Beacon. 'They might want to know I'm alive, well at least Ruby and Yang.'
"You alright kid?" Alfon asked as he took off his helmet. He had dark skin with brown eyes and a thin layer of brown hair on his head.
"Yeah, just thinking that a few of my friends might want to know I'm alive." He said.
"After what just happened I wouldn't think of calling them friends." Nat said after she took her helmet off. She had light skin and short black hair with green eyes.
"Two of my friends, Ruby and her older stepsister Yang. I guess they're the only friends I have left." Jaune said looking at the floor. Then something occurred to him, "How do you guys know about what happened?"
Aaron looked back, "Our commander will answer your questions, now hold on." Just as he said that the craft lighted up and launched upwards at a seventy degree angle, towards space. As they crossed the threshold into space Jaune looked in awe. They then closed on a large ship. An older Autumn Class Heavy Cruiser, used during the Human-Covenant War some 100+ years ago. Almost 1.5 kilometers long with a crew of over three thousand. Jaune simply looked in awe. As they passed he saw the ships name, UNSC Overwatch. As they docked they were greeted by Friday, despite being assigned to Fireteam Stealth, she was housed in the Overwatch. "Welcome back."
"Oh, shut it Friday." Matt said.
"Mr. Arc, an escort will be here shortly. Please remain here." She said before disappearing. A few minutes later two UNSC marines walked up.
"Jaune Arc?" One asked.
"Yes sir." Jaune said.
"Follow us." After about five minutes of walking and riding internal trams the three arrive at a conference room. Inside they saw a single man looking out a window in the room. He had an officer's uniform with looks like an admiral's insignia.
"Thank you troopers, you're dismissed." The two marines saluted and turned around. "Take a seat Mr. Arc. You've come a long way from Remnant." He said while sitting down.
"Uh thank you?" Jaune didn't know how to react.
"I'm Admiral Morrison, commander of this ship and exploration force. I know you have questions, shoot."
"Exploration force?" Jaune asked.
"There four other ships in this force, their currently exploring the rest of the system."
"Ok, do you know what attack my bullhead?"
"Storm Covenant." Morrison then through explaining the last 200 years of the UNSC.
"O-Ok. What were those soldiers that brought me here and why did you bring me here?" Jaune asked.
"Spartan super soldiers and I have a proposition. The Office of Naval Intelligence wants an operator who uses a unique talent: the use of aura, something that you should be all too familiar with. And due your dropping out of Beacon, you're open to new jobs." Morrison said. This seemed to catch Jaune off guard, but he thought about it.
"What's the catch?"
"You report to both ONI and UNSC command. You will receive Spartan training and augmentations. If you accept you be trained under Warrant Officer Jun A266." Morrison said.
"I accept." Jaune said.
"Very well. Report to hangar 7. ONI Seven-One-Nine will take to UNSC space to begin your training." Morrison said.
"Yes sir." Jaune then got up and headed to hangar 7. As he walked he received directions from crew members and marines. As he entered, he saw the prowler. As he approached he was greeted by two marines.
"Jaune Arc?" One asked.
"Yes sir."
"Perfect, head to the bridge." He said.
As Jaune walked he took note of the small size of the prowler. As he walk into the bridge he saw only a few crew members at several computers around a main holotable.
"Ah Mr. Arc please come with me." A woman said. They then arrived in yet conference room. "My name is Captain Ben Feller, I am in command of the prowler. We are take you to Reach, to begin your training. Now, the details. You will be training for exactly eight months then receive your augmentations and your Mjolnir armor."
"Ok, but what about Remnant?" Jaune asked.
"For now, we will continue to observe them, while continuing to gather intel, the rest is classified." Feller said. With their conversation over, Feller escorted Jaune to the cryopods to sleep through the trip.
-Five Days later, Reach Orbit-
"Is he awake yet Captain?" Another Fleet Admiral asked.
"Not yet sir we're thawing him out now. Sir, there were better candidates for this." Feller said.
"I know this, but other candidates could take longer to recruit. Storm Covenant are becoming more bold in their attacks. We need someone like him now. Oh, and is that how you address your Uncle?" The admiral asked.
"No, it's not Uncle Terrance." Feller said with a chuckle. He turned around to see Jaune walking towards him.
"So, this is the place?" He asked.
"Yup. Reach, humanities fortress in the stars. Destroyed during the war, then rebuilt." Feller said. He turned to face Jaune. "You will be training at ONI Shield Base, near the North Pole."
"In the snow and ice?"
"Yup. Most effective way to train in survival situations. A pelican will be up to take to the base in about five minutes." True to his word, after about a five minute wait, a pelican docked in the main hangar. "Good luck Arc, you've come to far to fail."
"That sounded so cliche." Jaune said, getting a few chuckles from both of them. After about a ten minute flight, the pelican flew over a military base with several landing pads connected to a central building shaped like an octagon. Oppong landing, he was greeted by several ONI officers as well as a tall man with a tattoo on the side of his face.
"Welcome to Shield Base Arc, I am Warrant Officer Jun, you're drill officer while you're in this base. Follow me." Jun said. After riding down an elevator they arrived at a large atrium. "To your left is the barracks, to the right is the mess hall, and head is the simulators and firing range. Learn the layout. Report to the firing range in one hour. Dismissed."
Upon entering the barracks, Jaune saw ten bunks in one room, with showers in the other. Turning around and heading to mess hall, he was not surprised, it was a mess hall, enough said. Turning back the barracks he saw a bunk and foot looker with his name on it. Opening the truck he saw a piece of paper with the lock combination on it.
Upon realizing that he had ten minutes to head to the firing range he closed the trunk and walked to the range. He arrived with two minutes to spare. "You're early, good we can begin. First dog tags and ID number." Jun then handed Jaune a pair of dog tags. Arc, Jaune AR 345-9265-9845 ONI Operative. "Now then, first salute me." Jaune tried to salute, but he saw a look of disappointment and approval. "Spent time around military?"
"Yes sir."
"Corporal, fix his salute. That salute my work on your planet, but not here." (A/N I'm just gonna use the standard US Military Salute for this story for the UNSC.) Said corporal fixed Jaune's salute. They continued to go basic military commands for the next three hours. Next they moved on to weapons. "This is Chief Petty Officer Ironfoot, he is charge of the armory, you need to do anything with a weapon, talk to him. He will teach you everything you need to know about said weapons." Jun said.
Ironfoot proceeded to go over every single weapon used by both the UNSC and the Covenant. About twenty minutes later a grenade was thrown into the room causing everyone in the room to scatter, including Jaune. They hid behind anything they could, then the room was filled with bright, white light and a loud bang. Sense everyone was behind something they were protected from the flash, and somewhat from the bang. "Excellent Arc, remember you're enemies can and will strike at anytime. Carry on Petty Officer."
With the surprise attack over, Ironfoot continued with his lesson. After about another two hours Jun stepped in. "Alright, next class, history follow me. After walking around they arrived at a classroom.
"Permission to speak."
"Permission granted."
Why didn't you mention this classroom before?"
"Simple, a test."
"A test?" Jaune sounded puzzled.
"Correct. I told you to familiarize yourself with the facility, which did with the limited time I gave you." When they entered, they saw an AI avatar modeled after Jedi Master Yoda at the front of the room.
"A new student, you are, hm?"
"Yes sir."
"Use formalities here, you will not. A place of learning, not war, this room is." Jaune hadn't noticed Jun leave. "Find a seat, you may." He noticed something was bothering Jaune. "Something you, is there?"
"Yeah, I just feel bad for telling my friends, Ruby and Yang that I'm alive. I just feel guilty."
"Hmm. Time will tell, if see them again, you will. Now, the lesson, begins, it does." The history lasts about two hours. Mostly going into detail of the last 150 years of UNSC history, then Yoda did something that shocked Jaune, he asked about Remnant. Jaune told what he could, however history has never his strong point. After another hour, the session was over and Jaune was dismissed to the mess hall. After eating he was dismissed to the barracks. After showering he looked at the clock and saw it was 10:30. He laid his head and quickly fell asleep. Inside Jun's office, Jun pondered on Jaune's training regiment, all in all he did well, better than what ONI had expected. They had expected him to fail in some places, but his time in Beacon had helped him combat wise. Tomorrow Jun would have Ironfoot begin training Jaune in the use of firearms.
-Five months later-
To say Jaune was a changed man would've been an understate the size of a battlecruiser. His muscle and tactical thinking strength has easily tripled, his competence with most weapons and himself. The leaving of his homeworld has done both good and bad changes, with the good being just said. The bad however, he was becoming anti-social. This however was going to remedied, his training was going to be accelerated by four months. He currently was speaking to Jun about this change. "Why again sir?"
"ONI believes that your progress has moved far past what they were expecting to achieve in these last five months. You are to transported to ONI Sword Base to receive your augments. We'll be leaving in one hour." True to his word the left on a Falcon transport and after about three hours of flight, the arrived at Sword Base. As they walked in the were diverted to a small room with a medical table. "Doctor."
"Spartan Jun, Mr. Arc, I request you put these on and lay on the table." After doing so he laid on the table as a doctor put a mask over his mouth. "You put under anesthetic for this, otherwise you would be in extreme pain." With that Jaune blacked out. Several hours later he awoke and was meet by lots of pain.
"AHHH!"
"Mr. Arc! Please hold still!" The doctor then injected something into him, likely painkillers seeing how his pain was reduced.
"How you feeling?" Jun asked as he walked in.
"Hell, sir. I've never felt pain like this."
"We all did, every spartan has received those augments." Jun said. "It's almost become like an initiation into the Spartan Corps. Speaking of which, we're gonna get your armor, but first, get readjusted to your new body." With that Jaune tried to stand and was succeeded, somewhat. He staggered a little. He quickly realized something: he was much taller, at least 6' 7. He also felt stronger, 'Only one way to find out'. He thought to himself. True to his own word,he headed down to the gym to know his new limits. After about hour to two hours of gym time, Jaune was fairly confident in his new abilities he was able to run and lift about three times his weight now. Then Jun walked in.
"Feeling better?"
"Yes sir."
"Well now it's time for you to get your armor." After walking for about five minutes they arrive at a large room with dozens of circular machinery putting some armor on other soldiers.
"What are those?"
"Specially made equipment that will put your armor on you." Jaune's mind, he had to process what he heard.
"Wait, what?"
"You heard me. The Spartan's Milijonar armor can't be put on the same way other armor can. It needs this specialized armor stations to be put on and off, and for what ONI has planned for you, you better get used to it on."
"Alright then, when do I get mine?"
"Right now." A technician said. "Step forward and let the equipment do they work. First put your hands through the arm guards." Jaune followed the technician's instructions. "Now it will finish the rest." The station put his shin guards, followed by his upper leg and groin guards. Next the machine spins him around and angles him about 45 degrees. Next are his abdomen and chest pieces. The machine sets him up right and attaches the shoulder and upper arm pieces, followed by the helmet. The magnetic locks on the feet and hands release allowing Jaune to move again.
"How does it feel?"
"Like a glove sir."
"Good, that is the recruit version of the armor, you want better versions, earn combat experience. We don't hand out the best out to rookies. I've also got your first assignment. Recon."
"Recon, sir?"
"Gotta start somewhere. Oh and think you'll recognize the team as well."
"Oh?" Jaune turned around to see the very team that picked him on Remnant, some five months ago.
"Oh, you're a Spartan now, eh. Welcome to the Corps." Alfon said.
Hey guys, so this took a lot longer to type than planned, mostly thanks to real life. Now my college plans, I won't be starting till next semester, however I won't be idle, I will be job searching. In the meantime, I will thinking about the long-term plot for this story, major events and such.
