Misfits (RWBY AU)

The history of Remnant has always been rooted in war. Whether it was war against the Grimm or each other, humanity in Remnant has always been one that has prized fighting and warfare. Only recently has this been in decline, requiring a man to unite the world first under and then against him to change their view. In the present, militaries have become a thing of the past, being replaced by Huntsmen and Huntresses. The army had been almost universally replaced with the Hero, so easily forgetting that many of the greatest heroes of old had once been soldiers themselves.

In all places but one.

On an airship traveling to that place, a certain blonde doofus was busily emptying his bowels and cursing his own existence. This child, only just very close to seventeen, had finally decided to leave his home and family.

Not that it had been too hard. His mother and father had simply nodded at the lies he spun, how he had gotten accepted into a business school around Atlas that was allowing him to move in this semester, simply to continue talking about how his sister had gotten accepted to Signal.

It grated at him to have been ignored, but it was something Jaune Arc had grown rather used to over the past years. His parents were huntsmen, and had always wanted huntsmen children. When he had shown little talent in combat, they tried to mollify him, telling him that the world was a big place and that there were other things a normal person could do.

Like become a farmer. When those words exited their mouths, he had shut them out mentally, seething at the fact that they believed he would have so little skill that all he could do was be farmer! It was like they didn't even know that almost all of those things were mechanized now due to advances in the field (or at least, that was what his science teacher had said).

And then they started to train his sister. Unlike him, she had shown all of the talent he had lacked. Soon enough, she had commanded all of their attention. They personally trained her and taught her everything they knew, taking more and more time into the day to focus on her than they ever had on him.

Not that he hated his sister, jealousy aside, he loved her and his other six siblings with every fiber of his being though on worse days he had trouble facing her without a subtle bit of irritation buzzing in the back of his head.

For no matter how hard any of them tried to hide it, they were all disappointed in him.

In an effort to make himself something they could be proud of, he had done unscrupulous things. He lied and cheated until he had finally managed to get his hands on transcripts that could carry him to Beacon. If he could graduate from the best school to train hunters, then surely no one could question his eligibility to be one right?

He cried himself to sleep the day he received a rejection letter. It was accompanied by a note sent from Ozpin, it stated that while the resourcefulness, determination and cunning it took to acquire such transcripts was admirable, it did not change the fact that such documents were faked and thus invalid. The only bright spot within that was that Ozpin had told him it would be recorded as a normal rejection, not one due to dishonorable means because he was impressed by the fact that what he received had been able to fool everyone but him.

It was a small comfort, but one nonetheless. In the week following, he had almost relegated himself to the fate his parents had proscribed him, looking into more normal jobs and positions. He almost decided upon a business school to enter before something his history teacher had once said in lecture caught his attention for once.

"Many of the greatest heroes and villains from your stories were either outliers or had gained training in a military establishment or army. Chief among these was of course, the man who ran the Greyscale regime, but many of those who fought him were once the very soldiers he relied upon. For example..."

Of course, this was followed by a very dry explanation of the color war, and how the people in there championed the freedoms by doing certain acts of protest, but the opening sentence had piqued his interest.

It didn't take long for him to look into the standards for the last remaining army in Remnant, and to submit an application to enter the serve. Soon enough he received a message of acceptance, detailing where and when he needed to arrive to join up for basic training.

And that brought him here, for a moment just a kid sick of flying. No expectations to restrict him, all tension about what was to come an afterthought compared to the sensation of his lunch leaving his body and the little part of his mind telling him that he was a failure lost in a corner probably laughing at the state of the child before him.

But, as he finally managed to collect himself, it didn't matter any more.

He knew that he wasn't good enough to be a huntsman. He understood that trying to do this might be doomed to failure, but he had to try. He had to show the world that he could be the person they always told him they should be.

He was Jaune Arc, and just because he wasn't a hunter didn't mean he couldn't be a hero.

hat he swore to himself as the airship finally docked in Atlas, causing his motion sickness to spike again.

Well, he'd be a hero when he stopped throwing up.

A/N: This was an idea that got in my head with everyone speaking of the soldiers and military in volume 3. It is meant to show how I think such an establishment would function in a world like that of Remnant. I hope you all enjoyed the prologue and are ready to join me in this wild ride! This will be very OC intensive, you have been warned.