Chapter 1: Start Up

"Unit 1 and 3, flank left!"

Swift movements obscured the behemoth sized Death Stalker, as it made large grabbing motions with its pincers, only grabbing air.

"Unit 4, charge forward!"

A quick shadow rushed from above the grimm. It noticed the movement as it coiled its giant barb tipped tail to strike.

Unit 2, NOW!"

Suddenly the tail was soaring through the air as a swift strike cut it clean off. The larger than usual Death Stalker screeched in pain, thrashing its body around. However, this gave the chance needed from the strike in the air to collide right in between its eyes. With a sickening crunch followed with a slam, the Death Stalkers body slumped and folded inwards, much like a tin can.

"Nice!" A loud, somewhat high pitched male voice cheered in triumph, before feeling an ominous feeling behind him.

"Leader! Watch out!" A quick claw thrust into the male's chest, giving him no reaction time. He managed a barely audible gasp as his pupils shrunk. As the grimm removed its claw almost as fast as it had entered, the young man felt his body shuddered as his eyes rolled back in his head, his vision slowly fading as the Beowolf appeared to be readying another strike.

"NOOOOOO!"

"And why would you propose such a thing?"

"Face it Ozpin. You and I both know what's coming and we have very little time to prepare. It's either now or never."

Two figures were staring each other down inside a large, unusual office. The turning sound of gears could be heard in unitary movement, and the stars overhead of the glass ceiling illuminated the room. One man sat down behind a very mechanical looking desk, with his fingers crossed into each other as he locked eyes with the other man. He wore a very formal green suit with a stylish scarf. While appearing at first glance to be a young man maybe in his twenties, the look in his eyes revealed he was much, much older. Across from him stood a very upright man. Wearing a white generals attire, he looking down at Ozpin with no disrespect, but certainly no fondness either. With streaks of white in his clean cut hair, he looked as if he was being aged by stress not at all by age.

"So you are telling me that you want to do this of your own free will. To help us. Why? What's in it for you?" Ozpin held his gaze at the other man, not even blinking as his green glasses sat on his nose.

"I've already gotten clearance from the other kingdoms. They all think it's a fine idea. And it isn't to help you, it's to help all of us. Ozpin, time is short. You need to make a decision." The man moved his arms as he talked, as if he were speaking to a crowd of people and persuading them to join his cause. Never once though did he risk breaking eye contact with the other man sitting down known as Ozpin. Not when he has come this far. He NEEDS him on his side.

"And who would pull this off and organize everything. Hm?"

"I would."

Ozpin allowed a slight amount of surprise to enter his eyes, before quickly suppressing it. To think, him of all people would take the time to assist students to this extent...

"And who exactly do you want for this program? I'm sure a student from your own kingdom, so that you can add to your little corps." Ozpin hissed, clearly getting defensive.

"No. Not this time. I'm not looking for an elite. I am going to MAKE an elite. I need someone with promise. Capability. Untapped potential. Someone who has not gotten a clear path decided for them like we all have." Ironwood dropped his arms as he looked at Ozpin, slowly walking towards his once comrade. As he placed his hands on the desk, he bowed his head and closed his eyes. "Please Ozpin... This is the right thing to do. We need more capable huntsmen who aren't just huntsmen, but leaders."

Ozpin stared at him before eventually sighing and leaning back in his char as he grabbed hold of his mug filled with coffee. "...Very well then." Ironwood snapped his head up in full attention. "However, I do have one condition. I get to choose the student, is that understood?" Ironwood took a few steps away from Ozpin as he smiled.

"Understandably. Who did you have in mind?"

Ozpin sipped on his coffee as he quickly swiped through the scroll that laid on his desk. The new students had just finished their initiation exams in the forever fall forest. He analyzed each video feed with lightning fast analysis, sorting through about 1500 minutes of footage from throughout the forest during the exam. He saw techniques that he could only nod at, as well as bravery that caught his eye. There was one individual however, that stuck with him even as he opened the scroll and swiped through the videos. "This young man right here." Ozpin raised the scroll so Ironwood could get a clear view of the subject. He was holding his sword high as his head was turned clearly giving orders to the people around him.

"He seems like quite the candidate Ozpin. I'll gladly accept." Ironwood took the scroll as he began to view pieces of footage about the young man.

"Ironwood?"

Ironwood turned around to face Ozpin as the battle footage loaded.

"No take backs." With a devious smile Ozpin sipped on his coffee. Slowly moving his downwards at the scroll as if his neck had to be forced to move, he watched as the blonde practically ran away from the whole fight, screaming his head off the whole time. The next slide was no better, neither was the next, or the next. Placing a hand on his temple he groaned quite loudly as Ozpin chuckled, turning to face the exterior of the office.

Some time later...

As Ironwood boarded his private bullhead, he kept reviewing Jaune Arc's videos and transcripts. Clearly, the boy had forged his own transcripts and snuck his way into Beacon, yet Ozpin should have already noticed this... So why was he handing the boy over to him? Maybe.. He saw something in him? No, that can't be right. Because he's an Arc? Frustrated, Ironwood snapped the scroll shut as he sat in his personal recliner aboard the vessel as it took off back to Atlas. 'Very well Ozpin. I'll play along. Mr. Arc WILL be a tactician. And he will be mine.'

AN: Hi! This here is my first ever fanfiction! I wanted to release this chapter to see if maybe I should keep going along with it. I'll probably update soon, especially depending on response. I'm a new author so please review and give me some critiques so I can make the story even better! I should probably explain a little bit about the story and what I'm going with before I continue huh? This is an AU where Ironwood arranges a new type of curriculum for all of the kingdoms in which they train one of their students to become skilled tacticians. I'm going to try to keep this as canon as possible but once again, this is a fanfiction right? So anyways, I drew a lot of inspiration from Warhammer 40k, RWBY (of course), Fire Emblem, and from an old fanfiction called "Jaune Arc, Tactician" by Lord Forehead. It hasn't been picked up in a long time but it is definitely worth a read. The inspiration to take Jaune and mold him into a tactician came from there actually, so a big thank you to you Lord Forehead. Anyways, please do review this and tell me what you think, and until next time!