Another story by me and my dead conscience

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Shut up anyway i don't own much and what i do is the story

Jaune Arc packed his bags quickly and effectively, he didn't even look up when his team walked in,

"Why are you packing?" asked pyrrha

"Because i'm leaving." answered jaune

"Why?" asked Ren

Jaune sighed and stood up, "look guys if you think it's your fault, it's not the fact is after what happened with cardin it's better if I leave"

Jaune picked up his bags and walked out calmly without looking back as if nothing was wrong, but something inside him had broken, as he stepped out into the sunlight a shadow covered his face, Jaune Arc grinned

"Oh this is going to be fun." he muttered.

Pyrrha sobbed as she watched her best friend, partner and crush leave without even trying to say goodbye. She watched him get into a bullhead and she saw the ribbon of light that shot through the plane and destroyed it.

Jaune woke up with a light in his eyes, he was laying in a cot with a man standing over him and shouting.

"Wake up recruit you wanna be shocked, take a shower, change, make your bed and wait by your bed for further instructions, now go!" the man shouted, he was holding a cattle prod so Jaune decided to do what the man said. He grabbed the clothes set on the bed and ran for the showers. After a cold shower Jaune changed into a black T-shirt, olive green fatigues, black combat boots and a green belt with a black metal buckle, he checked the name on the tag, 'Jaune Arc huh that's weird cuz i'm definitely in Remnant or Kansas for that matter any more.` he thought, he quickly made his bed as fast and best he could and stood at rigid attention by his bed. The Instructor looked around before speaking er shouting,

"Recruits welcome to Reach you are here to be soldiers but all I see is a bunch of week momma's boys. Now you wanna be soldiers then run, line up and run!"

The recruits lined up with the tallest up front, Jaune was somewhere in the middle next to a well built hispanic man.

"Hey blondie you might want to dye your hair darker, when they cut it blonde will look stupid on you, trust me." the man said

"Thanks I'll consider it ." said Jaune "What's your name?"

"Samuel Ortez, you?"

"Jaune Arc."

"You got time to talk you got time to run so run!" one of the DIs shouted. Slowly the group started running, after a while they picked up the pace. After a few hours the whole group was panting except the drill instructors.

"You call that running?" shouted one "common we still got two hours till breakfast."

No one dared complain, they just squared their shoulders and ran. After running they sat down to a cold tasteless meal then ran to an obstacle course.

"Ok here's the deal you get through before lunch or else, good luck." shouted the DI. Jaune slogged through mud, ducked under razor wire, avoided flash bangs and ran under live fire, finally he got through to the end. The DI didn't even look up when Jaune arrived he just motioned to a bottle of water, Jaune drank the salty, warm water not caring about the flavor, after a while Sam showed up. About thirty minutes later most of the recruits arrived. When everyone had arrived the DI stood up, "good job boys now double time to lunch."

After lunch the DI's ran the recruits to the range where everyone was issued the same bullpup rifle.

"This is the MA5D individual combat weapon system, it holds thirty-two 7.62 full metal jacket rounds in a breach loaded magazine ." a DI explained, he then showed them how to load, check, clean and fire the rifle. Jaune stood in front of his target aimed and fired, when he checked his score he found that he was actually a good marksman, he looked at sam who was cooly drilling each target in the center. The DI nodded at them "good shooting you two keep it up "good shooting you two, keep it up and you could become marksmen."

After shooting the DIs herded the tired recruits back to the barracks for dinner and rest. Jaune closed his eyes, this was going to be hard and fun. For the next six months Jaune trained the same routine with small variations.

Finally after six months Jaune and the rest of the recruits were ready for the final exam. Jaune's team quickly took out the guards outside the building that held a package.

"I don't like this, this is too easy." said Sam

"Neither do I, Jo-en-es go grab the package." said Jaune

The soldier rolled his eyes and muttered something about his name being Jones, when the soldier was almost to the package he got shot.

"Shit! Sniper! everyone down!" Jaune yelled

While the sniper held down the team Sam found his location.

"He`s up there." he shouted to Jaune.

Jaune nodded, "I distract you take him down."

Jaune ran drawing the sniper's attention, then Sam sighted and fired. The sniper froze up as the Tactical Training Round hit him. One of the trainees ran out and grabbed the case.

"Congratulations you have all passed, Arc and Ortez you are being assigned to Kilo-one six ODST squad as marksmen, Jo-en-es you are assigned to Project Freelancer the rest of you are shipping out to Harvest now." the commander stated "good luck men."

Jaune and walked to a Pelican

"So what do you think?" asked Jaune

"Shits gonna get weird I can feel it. Said Sam

I don't know what bootcamp is like so don't judge