A weapon, that was what he needed. He at least needed to get some armor. He was trained in a few obscure styles of hand to hand combat by an old Family friend. But he knew that knowing how to grapple would do him almost no good against a Grimm. He would need both a weapon and armor in time but the armor takes precedence.

And all of that was a moot point as he was currently lost in the forest just beyond Vale. Well to say just beyond... He really meant that he had no clue where he was or where he was going. He was just hoping that he somewhere near Vale.

Suddenly there was a rustling in the underbrush. Turning he fell into a natural fighting stance with his right hand extended out and his left hand held close to his chest with his feet placed in a southpaw stance. Not that he knew any of that it was just how he was trained to fight by his father's old partner.

He was shaken from his fear by a deep and authority ridden voice breaking the silence and saying "You are a long way from home kid. Don't worry. I am not going to hurt you." After a moment Jaune lowered his guard as he knew that if this man had meant him harm then he need only not speak and strike when the moment fancied him.

" Good" the voice continued. Following a brief pause, a tall man emerged from the underbrush. He was well built but lacking a monstrous amount of upper body mass like some warriors Jaune had seen." So you are the runaway son of Romerean Arc." he said as he looked Jaune up and down with an appraising glance.

"when I heard that you were heading to a combat school in secret I simply had to see it for myself. So tell me Arc what weapons do you carry. To be honest I am more than a little surprised that you didn't just steal your father's sword and armor, although I don't know if it was ever recovered so."

Jaune's expression fell from inquisitive to crestfallen as he remembered his father. Romerean was a renowned warrior and hunter. His team consisted of Jorge Telmarvak, a man never named but simply call signed Saint, along with a man named Pius, and Romerean Arc. together they made up team JSPR (Jasper). The only known member of team JSPR was Jorge the former team leader.

Pius betrayed them to a major crime family and nearly got Jorge, Romerean, and Saint killed. No one really knew what happened to Pius. all they do know is that Saint, his old partner, went out to hunt him down and no one had seen either of them since. That then left Jorge and Romerean to work as a team of two. That was until Jaune was nine. Then his father and Jorge went on a hunt and his father didn't come back.

He never asked for the details as to how he had died. All he knew was that they could never find the body. His family sword Crocea Mors had been lost and never recovered.

" you seem to know who I am but I know nothing of you " Jaune said, " who are you."

the reply was quick and firm leaving no room for argument. " My name is no concern of yours. Rest assured that I am here to help you. I owe your father a great debt and you have friends in very high places. Now I repeat. What weapons do you carry?"

Jaune knew that this could be a very dangerous question as if he said that he had no weapons then he may be vulnerable to being attacked, yet again if this man meant him any harm them he would have attacked by now. After taking a moment to think Jaune finally said " I have no weapons, nor any armor."

He was waiting for something to happen when the man before him smiled and said to him " then we better fix that then." The man before him then took of his backpack and unzipped it before pulling out what appeared to be a very large handgun in a holster.

" what is that?" Jaune's voice was back to being curious with the slightest hint of confidence as he now knew that this person wasn't a threat and that he had judged them properly. The man offered the oversized handgun to him and waited for him to take.

Sensing that Jaune was nervous he proceeded to strap and lock the pistol to his own right leg before drawing another one from his bag and again offering it to Jaune. " It is a weapons package made for C.A.S.A.C.O.M. if you don't know who that is it stands for the Center of Atlesian Special Actions Command. Everyone just calls it a C.A.S.A.C.O.M. for short. So quick recap. What is this weapon called."

Jaune took a moment to think about all the information that he was assaulted with." it is a weapons package simply called a casacom." the man's face spread into a small smile as he said " that is correct now try to draw the weapon from the holster." as Jaune tried to he soon found out that he couldn't. After he had pulled harder and stronger he then gave up and shot the man a suspicious glance.

Before he could say anything the man continued " what you are experiencing is what everyone else who tries to use this weapon will experience now we need to reprogram it to activate to you. There is a hand-shaped imprint on the holster press your hand into it and hold for five seconds." he did and once the five seconds had passed he heard an electronic voice coming from the holster asking for a configuration code.

Upon being struck with another slightly more annoyed glance the man then spoke the configuration code. " Private. Flamingo. Charlie." there was a click and the holster asked him to keep his hand in place for five more seconds. After those five seconds, the holster immediately released the gun into his hand. Jaune took a moment to heft the rather heavy weapon in his hands.

It would have been heavy for a pistol and the odd grip didn't help. It was a strange pistol style grip with a buttstock that seemed to telescope back and forth to an impressive length over the back of it.

Overall it was about 15 inches long and almost 8 inches tall at the magazine well which was placed just forward of the chamber. The magazine itself was about 6 inches tall and was slanted to provide for a higher capacity. That plus the double stacked nature of the round meant that each mag held 14 rounds before needing to be reloaded. While this may have seemed like a rather small ammo capacity it must be noted that it fired 55 caliber custom made rounds that when fired out of a pistol were lethal and when fired out of a longer barrel were nothing shy of devastating. And soon all of this information was relayed to Jaune by the man who gave it to him.

They had spent the next three weeks traveling together. The man who still had yet to give Jaune his name seemed to know where they were going and Jaune was more than happy to follow. They often spoke of battle tactics and how best to use the casacom that Jaune had come to welcome hanging from his right thigh. They had even seen a few grimm although they didn't engage them as the man had told Jaune that it would be a good chance for him to see just how quiet he could be. They had snuck past the small group of beowolves just fine and afterward the man told Jaune that the secret to avoiding a Grimm is that you have to act as though it is any other predator and then maintain a positive attitude. If you panic or allow your fear to control you then they will always sniff you out. He learned then that the Grimm, though they were strong were not exactly known for their intelligence and that they could be outsmarted relatively easily. This illusion would hold true until his first real encounter with a Grimm.

They had been trekking through what Jaune presumed were the forests of Vale when they were ambushed by an alpha beowolf. The beast itself was no major threat as the man Jaune was traveling with simply stepped between them and told Jaune to watch carefully. He first made eye contact with the Grimm and deliberately refused to look away. He was challenging it. He knew full well that an alpha beowolf would never allow a blatant challenge to its authority.

This would be of use to a huntsman in order to keep the Grimm from losing interest and going after the first human that draws to close. Then he quickly fired at the beast's hips and seemed to be targeting its left hip. After two rapid shots to the into its left hip, the Beowulf fell to the ground. When it tried to stand it couldn't make use of its left leg and could only limp towards him. Then he put a round into the Grimm's left elbow. This resulted in the Grimm only being able to use the right side of its body next he swiftly stepped back and around to his right. He promptly fired off 4 shots that all punched through the Alpha's back leaving three .55 of an inch holes nearly 7 inches apart before punching a single ragged hole roughly 20 inches around in the front of the beast's chest. It was dead before the body landed on the ground.

" first you watched now you listen. The first step is to acquire the alpha's focus do this so that you are in danger and only you, you can defend yourself. Contrary to popular belief you only defend yourself. You can try to protect others, but you can only really do so much. So any chance you get you force it to see you and only you. Do you understand."

Jaune nodded in agreement with the man who had just more than proved his lethality." good" was the response Jaune received "that was your first lesson. You have much to learn."