Season 1: Dragonborn | Arc 1: Thrown into Chaos

Hey guys! I know a lot of you wanted a second chapter to JPTR (Jupiter), but genderbend Renora is hard to write, so that'll come later!

I got an idea after playing Skyrim for five minutes.

Jaune as Dragonborn, but in Skyrim.

Awesome, right? Nope? Don't care. Writing it anyways.

Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY, that belongs to Monty Oum and Rooster Teeth, extensively. I do not own Skyrim, that belongs to Bethesda. I do, however, own any and all OCs, as well as twisted plot/Canon.

Now, for the love of God, let this Fanfiction begin!

-= *Jauney Loggy* =-

"Hey, Serana!" I called to the Vamprincess. "Where'd you put the camcorder?"

"It's in the back!" she called back from the little metal room of this damned ship. I swear, if I ever get space sickness like my air sickness, I will go insane and perform Seppuku. I have a sword, and it's ready to plunge into the depths of my stomach in revenge of any floating green stomach shit I may allow up by accident. Serana...really didn't need to know what Seppuku was, let alone what my sickness is...as it was completely rendered useless on Tamriel. Now, back on track!

About three years ago, Ozpin called me up to his office, stating he needed to talk to me. This is how that went:


"Yes, sir?" asked Jaune as he approached the Headmaster.

"I have a reason to be curious about these transcripts of yours, young man. Do you know of them?" he said as he threw them onto the glass table. Jaune stared at them with fear, that was, until Ozpin spoke up again. "You seem to have improved fairly at this school, albeit you still have attributes to accurately perform in order to be a true student here," he finished by throwing a long list of attributes he'd have to have one day.

Needless to say, he was not amused.

"Yes, sir..." sighed Jaune as he slumped in a seat behind him in defeat.

"No, don't worry," assured Ozpin. "I'm not going to expel you."

"Really?" asked Jaune with newfound confidence.

"Yes, think of it as..." he trailed off, waving his left hand around in twirls to think as he took a sip of his coffee in his right. "A three year suspension."

"What?!" he yelled. "How am I supposed to lead my team?!"

"A cousin, perhaps?" hinted Ozpin, throwing another file. It was his cousin, John d'Arc, with his little cousin Joan with her hands all over his back. He was giving her a piggy back ride in downtown Vale.

"I'll contact him."

"Already did," said Ozpin. Jaune's eyes widened in surprise. "Now, your mission, should you chose to accept it, will prove to me that you are worthy of this school as well as useful to your friends. Then, and only then, will you have the ability to become a true Huntsman."

"Yes!" yelled Jaune eagerly. "On one condition, however."

"Shoot," Ozpin indicated him to give him, in full detail, what his condition was.

He sighed for half a second before looking at Ozpin with fierce eyes. "If I get back to my friend, and I know John won't do anything to anyone while I'm gone," he said firmly. "Don't forget visits!" he added quickly.

"Granted," Ozpin said, and he sighed once more in relief. "Though, your first experience is going to be a bit...jarring."

"Excuse me?"

"Let's just say, you may experience another...launch..."

"Oh..." was all Jaune could say.

"Agent Texas," said Ozpin. "Put him out."

"Understood," came a female voice from what seemed like a radio.

All of a sudden, slowly a figure appeared from nowhere. In a black armored suit, with the only difference - that Jaune could see - was a bronze mask. The seeming female walked up to him.

"What?" asked Jaune.

"Advanced Technologies Industry," she piped. "Unfortunately, you're only a guinea pig, so you won't know much."

"I understand that much..." he muttered, though she could hear him all too well.

"Omega," she said as a purple being appeared next to her, only tiny and near her head. "Put him out."

"Understood," came to the raspy voice, and Jaune was out like a brick.


Log 1: Recap of my Beginning

"Well," I said as the feed finally came onto the camcorder. "I'm going to be recording a bit for a special log, as this is the first.

"What you saw back there," I continued. "Was the account of my being here, and as you can see," I gestured to a black screen behind me. "It cuts off as I get knocked out by the crazy black-suited girl.

"Now, as you can see," I repeated in a choice of words I seemed to have liked a lot without realizing it. "I agreed to prove my worth of Beacon with Ozpin, therefore, here I am, three years later, and still not back. Why, you ask? Because that was my Beacon, in a way.

"A lot of you may have insinuated the fact that Pyrrha and I liked each other, which we did, but it dissipated soon after I left, leaving it in my cousin's footsteps for me. And now he's with my previous partner, Pyrrha Nikos," I said, feigning joy. "And I'm never letting him take credit for being both with her as a boyfriend and as a partner," I soon muttered afterwards. "But, I digress.

"Well, Ozpin got me thrown on some black horror in the middle of space called the Mother of Invention, and the only thing I noticed my entire three weeks there were scientists, and more of those bronze-masked lunatics," I said with a roll of my eyes, as they weren't really lunatics, but following orders from one. "Every once and a while, the occasional Juniper visit would take place, and luckily the J was still there, as it would sound weird any other way possible. I swear, the choices Ozpin makes a damn-near perfect!

"Anyways, the day we were ordered to say goodbye for the last time, I was launched into space and I blacked out, not even knowing where I was going. And, apparently, four centuries crossed before I awoke. And on Remnant, that was one and a half years! I would have to spend that same amount of time just to pass Beacon, but not only academically, but also Hunterally.

"Motivationally speaking, this was all just to I can show off to Pyrrha later," I said as the Vamprincess joined me from behind, throwing her embrace around me. I shuffled my hand over hers and simply said, "But, now I can show off to my cousin!" I yelled before leaning in for a kiss from behind.

I reached for the keyboard - slapping the desk in the process - as I turned fully into Serana and slammed my hands on the keyboard. Just as the video ends, you can see me jumping onto Serana.

The video sizzled off.


Seppuku, an ancient Dragonborn tradition where he or she would stand at the exact summit, further up from whence Parthurnaax currently resided.

Joan d'Arc, the current Dragonborn, was to perform this, as she had grown weary over the past twenty years.

"I..." Parthurnaax started. "Believe...I know your plight, in a way, quir viin."

"Thank you, Parthurnaax," said Joan heartily as her blonde braid flew into her sky blue eyes. She brushed away the offending braid to just behind her, lightly tapping away at her Dragonbone armor to which she donned. The wind was a little crazy up there sometimes, but that was all she could do.

"No," Parthurnaax refused. "Thank you. You saved the world, Dovahkiin. What kiranin, can I possibly do?"

She smiled again at him before nodding. She turned on her heel and began the short climb to the top of the mountain.

Seppuku, the ancient Dragonborn tradition, where Talos himself would strike down the Dragonborn and take them into Sovngarde. Then, he would create a new hero of stone, and upon the cracking, he or she would arise to save Tamriel from whatever dragon who chose to destroy it.

She made it to the summit and waited for the moon to rise and shine down to her from above. When that part was completed, clouds swirled above her, soon dowsing the entire mountain in its eerie black smoke. The tip was completely open, giving her a view of the stars past. The storms electrified, and like that, nine bolts of lightning evenly sprawled to the middle, creating something that she'd never seen before. She looked down to Parthurnaax and all seemed still for a moment. "Goodbye," she said with streamy eyes. "Parthurnaax."

"Goodbye," was all he said as the center of the anomaly decided that was her passing words, and shone down onto her.

In the blinding light, Parthurnaax could not see, but feel, her death. The stone beneath her shattered, the clouds dissipated, and there was the stone. In all its glory, Parthurnaax could not hope to see it. He wept for her, as she was the only companion other than the Graybeards that both accompanied and listened to him.

He could not tell if it was the never ending barrier of white whispy fog, or the red still branding his eyes that was obscuring his view!

For four centuries...FOUR!...all he was able to do as he waited, was fly around, check around the lands for any news to bring to the hobbit-like Graybeards. But he found nothing of interest, still entertaining them when they asked. Seriously? he thought. They're humans, why don't they just walk down?! So, in his frustration of this, he sent them down once in a while to stir trouble. He sent one to influence King Ulfric Stormcloak to go against the Empire in order to free Skyrim. Due to the Empire, Parthurnaax was secluded to the mountain, and therefore could not, for the love of his life, be able to show himself!

On this particular day, however, he found himself in a sour mood. Odahviin recently found Alduin, and was curious too much to stop.

He was seething in anger as he landed on the Dragon Wall he'd been so kind to say he'd protect, but only to bludgeon it in anger. But now, it didn't matter if it was protected or not, since the bloody Dragonborn still stood up there in all their-

Crrrrack!

Parthurnaax turned to the offending sound, right at the...summit.

"By Akatosh!" he bellowed as the fog lifted. In the setting sun, he could finally, after four hundred years, see what it was that he was told to wait on!

Donning a shield, two arcs were crested upon it, one over the other. His sword, untarnished by stone, gleamed in the orange sunlight as dusk fell upon Skyrim and its Throat of the World. Now cheery, he Shouted in happiness. In concern, the four Graybeards asked his meaning in his mirthy shouts. He replied the Dragonborn was coming. He could see it in their eyes, happiness seemed to dredge up the smoothest of their wrinkle lines!

Parthurnaax was a happy dragon, dancing upon the crisp wind - still warm from little daylight - and Shouting heartily into the sky. He was so cheery, he almost ripped a wing off a jagged edge of the mountain in his carelessness.

He swooped down from another crack, and a few bits of rock fell down. He could now see the chestplate donned on him, the silver, trimmed by yellow, only covered the top half of his torso. That'll have to change, thought Parthurnaax jokingly.

Ah, how nice it is to be among the youth again! yelled Parthurnaax in his mind. He had not been this happy in over a hundred years!

He called in the Graybeards with supplies for the Dragonborn's return. Arngeir got the tomes and books needed for him to learn, while the others got the map and tacks, bow and arrow, and the other carried the ancient knowledge for the more powerful Words of Power.

Finally, with an almighty crack, the mountain shook, and the ground bellowed. Parthurnaax checked if everything was ready and set his eye upon him once more, realizing there was a problem.

A four century running stance was standing in place, ready to take off as soon as the last of the stone fell-

Crrrrrrack!

The stone churned, and finally left his face. With control of his body, the blonde, blue eyed Dragonborn could not help but pay heed to the need to run, and ran right off the edge.

"NOOOOOO!" he yelled. "NOT AGAAAAAAAI-"

"Oh, dear," Arngeir said.

"I'll go receive our Savior From Stone," said Parthurnaax jokingly. He let out a chuckle before springing up. His wings waved downwards, pulsing snow and dust around, and took off quickly.

Upon noticing, however, that he'd have to be quick to catch the savior, he swatted down strongly, and gave out a cry.

The Dragonborn tumbled and tumbled about in the sky, all the while screaming in his native Human language. Sometimes, Parthurnaax did not understand it when it was blatantly thrown into the wind, but he could make out bits and pieces as, Not again, why me, and-wait, he thought. Again? Did he have some sort of bout unbeknownst to us prior to his coming.


Jaune tumbled about, screaming out at the top of his lungs. But noticing the shield, unusually with a sword embedded into the end, he drew it to his chest before curling into a ball. He crashed into the tall woods below, and a white light overcame all within the immediate area.


Parthurnaax shielded his eyes from the strange, but blinding blast of light that invaded his vision. He tumbled, faliled, and finally slammed onto his back onto the ground. He both failed and refused to scream due to the bystanders around. He needed to keep his identity hidden, but for now, he needed to check on the Dragonborn.

Parthurnaax struggled, but finally rolled over to look up at the confused blonde. He saw the unusual white fog lining his body. The boy was looking at his hands in all confusion, that is, until he saw Parthurnaax.


A scream was heard in the distance.

"Some girl is in trouble!" yelled Ralof.

"I'm pretty sure that isn't a girl," said Ulfric.

-= *End of Chapter 1* =-

Sorry for that, but I couldn't help but want to get this idea out. It felt so good writing this! Sorry, Jaune, but I have to pull the scream girl joke on ya!

Anyone like it? It was a weird beginning to do, but that's just me.

Now, for the love of God, let the next Fanfiction begin!