Jack sat, spinning in the Starclimber's command chair, as the Time Rotor vworrped behind him. He had lent the Rift Blade to Link to set up that predestination event, leaving him without a sword - for now.

Let it never be said that Jack Grayson would make do with a normal weapon, Jack thought, smirking. The only problem is where to get an abnormal weapon. Jack looked back to the Dragunov, AK-47, M16 and SPAS-12 on the Starclimber's small weapon rack, and had an idea.

I performed reasonably well with a hand-and-a-half sword like the Rift Blade, so that part can stay. The biggest problem here is the lack of a workshop.

And so, Jack checked his dimensional coordinates.

Hmm... High levels of magic and technology... High percentage of weapons dealers... High percentage total of abnormal or anachronistic weaponry... It's perfect.

-/|\-

The early morning was silent as Ozpin checked over Beacon's list of applicants. He studied the one on the top of the sheaf of papers with great curiosity, and more than a little amusement. The young man described in the application form was from a long line of Hunters, yet the traits seen on the form were almost too good to be true, and incredible in a few places. Ozpin sighed, and sipped his coffee. He stamped the form with the Headmaster's Seal of Acceptance and continued to the next form...

Or, at least, he would have, had a bright flash, loud mechanical ripping noise, and a small aircraft not appeared right outside his window.

The small black box streaked past the tower, and with a sputtering noise and a lurch, lost power right as it neared the boundary of the Emerald Forest, sliding to a halt right on top of the launch pads, both wings snapping off of their downward-pointing mounts and the landing gear folding backwards with a metal scream.

Now standing right up at his office window, Ozpin could see a small figure walk out of a hatch on the rear of the box, between two large, intermittently lit cannon-type structures, about a stable as the box's *graceful* landing.

Keeping an eye on the newcomer, he reached for the intercom on his desk.

"Professor Goodwitch?"

A voice sounded from the other end, clearly groggy. "It's 3 a.m., Headmaster. What is it?"

"Did we remember to deactivate the launch pads following last semester's graduation exam?"

A metallic groan followed, and Ozpin could faintly hear a boy shouting.

"... Never mind that, Glynda. Sorry for waking you up," Ozpin said, deactivating the intercom.

This year at Beacon was going to be interesting...

-/|\-

Jack woke up on the cold stone bench he'd laid down on, regretting his decision to land and have a look around. Seriously, if it had been just a few metres off on either side the combined centre-of-gravity of the ship and him would have resulted in both parties staying together.

Although, given that, the universe had insisted on messing with him.

He sat up as dawn broke, folding his arms and shivering slightly as he took in his surroundings, in full daylight, for the first time.

"Who are you, and what are you doing here?" A calm, yet stern voice asked from behind him.

Jack was distracted from his thoughts as he turned around, making sure his snot hadn't formed icicles or anything.

"I'm... trying to find... my ship... make a sword... and go... but first, warm up... Jack Grayson, by the way," he said, looking up at the voice.

The owner of the voice, a blonde woman in white with a skirt and riding crop at her waist, looked down with emerald-green eyes, at Jack sitting on the bench, at his hand, which he had just extended, and back at Jack, her expression softening a little.

"All right, Jack, follow me, then," she said, beckoning him to follow.

Jack stood up somewhat shakily, and followed Glynda inside, revelling in the warmth of a confined space in direct sunlight.

"Since you might not have heard," Jack said, "I'm stuck here for the time being since my ship crashed. Where are we?"

"Firstly, I heard plenty of your small rant. Who's this 'Terminus'?"

"No one of consequence..." Jack said, his eyes widening as he backed away from Glynda a bit, slowing down.

"Secondly, you are walking through the halls of Beacon Academy, a prestigious school for Hunters and Huntresses."

"Hunters?"

Glynda sighed as she turned a corner, walking towards what Jack guessed was a stairwell up a tower. "My, you're lost, aren't you? Hunters defend humanity - that term including both normal humans and faunus - against the Grimm. Anyone who's even been here - 'here' being Remnant, that is - knows that."

"... Grimm?"

Glynda let out an exasperated sigh, rubbing her eyes. "I'm not even going to begin answering that so I don't drown myself in branch questions. Just talk to Ozpin about it." The indicated the aforementioned man's office door, then leaned up against one wall, closing her eyes.

Jack took the hint and stepped inside, taking in the spacious room around him.

Either decorated to look like the inside of a clock tower or actually built inside of a clock tower, the office's walls were painted in green. A silver-haired man in a green suit, drinking a cup of coffee, sat at a wooden desk, a small built-in monitor displaying security footage of last night's crash.

"So you're the marooned sailor I heard so much of last night. Who is 'Terminus', as you put it? No one of consequence, I understand?"

"In this conversation? Yes. How did you hear me and Glynda?"

"Very little happens in Beacon without me knowing, Mr. Grayson. Please, sit down," the man said, indicating a chair beside the desk which Jack sat down in.

"You must be Ozpin, then. Assuming you heard everything I told Glynda through some means magical or otherwise, you'll know why I'm here."

"Indeed I do. I'm afraid we might need to shuffle you around a bit to get you settled in here, though, as start-of-term is only a few days away."

"What do you mean?"

"As I've heard from a dear friend of mine, 'To each Hunter his own weapon'. And I do believe swords take a while to make, Mr. Grayson. Surely, you can't easily make the trek from the academy proper to your ship through a Grimm-infested forest?"

Jack looked up, and looked back to Ozpin. "You've got a point. Thanks, Mr. Ozpin."

"Although, many of the areas of Beacon might be off-limits, seeing as you're not a student."

A small *ping* sounded from Ozpin's desk. He tapped a few on-screen keys, and a window popped up, showing a full application form, complete with cover letter and everything.

"... I stand corrected," he said, looking up from the monitor, "Someone sent in an application form."

Jack made a mental note to thank the Starclimber, whose semi-sentience, paired with its futuristic technology, had let it count as technically a person, for having the awareness and foresight needed to send in an application to this Beacon Academy.

"Well, what do I do now?"

"Now," Ozpin started, holding the dramatic effect, "You would normally move in. However, since you appear to have little to no possessions with you, all that's left is to find your dormitory and get to know the building. The other students should move in in the next few days."

"Well, then, I'll be off, Mr. Ozpin."

"Considering your newfound status, that's 'Professor Ozpin'."

"Well, then, Professor Ozpin, I'm off."

And with that, Jack left to explore the school building, sonic screwdriver out and simultaneously scanning and hacking, searching for the best network hotspot open to his iPhone.