There is no emotion, there is peace.

There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.

There is no passion, there is serenity.

There is no chaos, there is harmony.

There is no death, there is the force.

-Jedi Code

Prologue

Cannon fire lit up the atmosphere above a terrestrial world, the meager planetary defense weakening with every streak of light. On the surface, the grasslands burned and settlements charred to a crisp. The ruins of an ancient complex started to crumble and burst apart while, in the courtyard, eight young adults screamed around a comlink. The words were muddled – impossible to discern. Soon, the cannons stopped.

Weiss Schnee woke with a start, in one fluid motion her lightsaber flew to her hand, activating in a defensive posture casting a soft blue glow over her chambers. On the other side of the room, Jaune Arc also called his lightsaber to action, clumsily trying to activate the yellow blade before promptly falling out of his bunk to the ground with a girlish yelp. A moment later the door slid open and Bartholomew Oobleck was in the middle of the room.

"I felt something, what's going on?" Oobleck asked as he scanned room for intruders, moving at speeds the two young padawans would have assumed impossible before spending any amount of time with the man. Weiss deactivated her lightsaber and sighed.

"Nothing, sir. I had an extremely… realistic dream." She admitted to the Jedi as he inspected the bulkhead for leaks. "No, not a dream. A vision."

In an instant Oobleck was centimeters from Weiss' face. "A vision? Are you certain?"

"I…I think so. Yes, I'm certain. It was far too detailed and although I hadn't seen half the people before in my life I'm confident I could easily pick them out in a crowd." At this Oobleck was gone. Not simply farther from Weiss' face, but out of the room, no doubt to wake up Weiss' master so she could hear this for herself.

"You really think you had a vision? Was it…you know…good?" Jaune asked as he picked himself up from the floor and called his lightsaber back to his hands from where it'd fallen.
"Yes I'm sure I did, and no. I don't think it is good at all."

"Yaaaaaaaaaaaang, please would you stop that?"

"Ugh, fine. You're just no fun anymore, baby sis!" Yang tossed her sister the helmet she'd been holding out of reach before placing her own on her head. The hissing of the armor sealing accompanied the yellow lights that began to activate and sort themselves before her eyes. For a few moments, all Yang could hear was silence before the external microphones booted fully and let the background noise back in. Soon, an icon on her HUD blinked and Yang blinked back, connecting to the secure close range comlink frequency she and her sister had agreed on for tonight.

"One of these times, Yang, I'm going to take my helmet back forcefully," came an annoyed voice through the helmet comlink.
"Oh, relax, sis! You and I both know it's not in our culture to make empty threats, so why do you always insist upon it? You'll bring all sorts of dishonor to our name, and then what will we do? Dad would skin us!" Yang knew she was pushing it with her teasing, what with Ruby tense about this job to begin with, but old habits tend to die hard, and teasing her sister was the oldest habit Yang had. "Plus, you'd never stand a chance against me!"

"I would too! You're slower than a blasted Hutt with your kit!" Ruby countered.

Yang grinned, and hefted the massive heavy repeater over her shoulder "Hush now, you know Ember doesn't like it when you call her fat!"

Ruby rubbed her forehead with frustration before sighing over the commlink, "Fine, tell her I'm sorry for calling her a useless yellow pile of bantha dung."

"I don't remember you saying that."

"Not out loud."

At that Yang threw her head back in laughter. Soon she was joined by her sister as they began to make their way through grassy fields to their destination – a campfire burning on the horizon.

Blake Belladonna was not having a good night. First, she runs into a group of Bounty hunters. Then, when she ducked into a cave to hide, a hive of kinrath stung her and forced her out. Now, she was ten feet underground and trapped in ancient ruins. She wasn't sure whose ruins these were, it looked like some sort of school, but she was sure that the laigreks on the other side of the door she had shut behind her would very much like to eat her for dinner. After collapsing against the door, Blake finally let her eyes explore the room she would likely be for a while and let out a gasp as she saw them. Hundreds, maybe thousands of holobooks were scattered all over the place, some of them remaining on the shelves, some of them tossed in piles, and – much to Blake's distaste – some of them snapped in half. Maybe hiding from those beasts wasn't going to be so bad after all.

Hey, everyone. Just thought I'd pop up at the end here to mention that in no way to I claim to own any of the characters or particularly trademarked parts of the setting used in this fanfic. All RWBY characters belong to Roosterteeth Productions, all Star Wars stuff is Lucasfilms / Disney and the Mando'a that Yang and Ruby use was pretty much all Karen Traviss. I'm saying this here so I don't have to say it before every chapter, so yeah.

- DtheTrain