He awoke to his hands bound behind his back and arms wrapped around his bound ones. He looked up and saw that his Watchmaster walked in front of him as two guardsmen dragged him along, to where he didn't know and he didn't care. The memories of what he did those past three days came back to him as he slipped in and out of consciousness, the faces of the people he killed and what he did to them. He almost wanted to vomit but it would just sit within his respirator, he doubt he would be allowed to clean it if that did happen.

"Sir, he is regaining consciousness." A guardsmen stated as they walked past holding cells, some had civilians from the planet while others had Tau, humanoid like Xenos from an Empire that they have been steadily advancing across their sector of the Galaxy. Its Bluish-grey skin was covered in dark spots, most likely bruises from the torture the others inflicted. It watched him with its red round eyes, never taking its eyes off him as it grabbed onto the bars with its four fingered hands. Its face was flat and round around the eyes, an 'I" shaped slit took the place where a nose would usually be. Most likely to be taken away to the Inquisition just like the other survivors, their fates were sealed. They would experience something far worse than death.

"Good." he didn't look back nor stopped his walk until they reached the end of the hall. "Throw him in here, he'll stay here until we get to the next battle." the Watchmaster stated as the two Kriegsmen threw Jaune into the cell, not caring that he fell face first into the edge of the "bed", causing his lenses to crack. He was too weak to get up or fight off the pain, but his aura was slowly making work of the damage, though he knew a scar would be left. His aura was extremely weak since he came here, taking longer to heal and sometimes not fully healing him.

His breathing grew heavy as the Watchmaster stared at him, anger rising as he looked at the disgraceful state he was in. "Pathetic." he spat before walking away with his fellow guardsmen in tow. "What a pathetic excuse for a Kriegsman." Jaune heard as he walked away, a loud bang coming from the end of the hall. Most likely the heavy metal door being closed.

"I'm sorry…" he cried as tiny tears ran down his face, he was able to cry but just barely. He reached into one of his front satchels and pulled out a folded picture. As he did, his room shook violently as an explosion could be heard from outside. He knew they weren't under attack, no this War had been won in the Imperium's favor. He was sure an Ecclesiarchy priest was giving prayer to those that survived and those that fell. He finally unfolded the picture to reveal his redheaded partner and a much more joyful version of him. A picture they had taken from their first day of training, he was ecstatic and wanted to commemorate this day, so they took a picture together, arms wrapped around each others necks as they smiled.

"I promise I won't let you down Pyrrha! I'll do my best to become stronger and a good leader to you all!"

"I know you will Jaune, I can't wait for that day. Now let's get back to it."

"I'm so sorry Pyrrha...I let you down." his voiced cracked as he found the strength to get to his feet. "I'm a monster. I've let you and the others down. Gods, Ruby would be terrified of me." he cried more as the memories of his team and sister team popped in his head. Their horrified and disgusted expressions if they saw what he has become. He slowly got up and reached the small window to the outside world as he was bombarded by images of all of his friends faces and what they would tell him.

"Monster!" He heard Ren's voice as he slowly made his way the window.

"Murderer!" Ruby's was next,his heart breaking more as he fell to his knees.

"I'm sorry. Please!" he begged as he heard more of their voices.

"You're no hero! You're a vile creature!" Weiss yelled at him, an image of her appearing before him, slowly disappearing.

"Stay away from us! All you do is cause pain!" He saw Yang next, Blake next to her with a disgusted scowl.

"No! I didn't want to do it!" he pleaded as he cried more, his respirator hiding his face but his voice betrayed him. It cracked from the sadness and the fact his throat was starting to get dry and sore. Then he saw his team; Pyrrha, Ren, and Nora. All looked at him with anger and utter hatred. They turned their backs on him as each slowly disappeared, except Pyrrha. She turned around and looked at him. But before he could say anything she raised her hand.

"You're nothing but a monster Jaune. A waste of a human. You'll never be like us, a protector, because all you've done is cause death to the innocent. You're just a monster!" She yelled before disappearing. He cried, wailing as he slammed his fists into the metal floor as the cell shook again. He didn't care because all his friends just left him and called him a monster.

"I'm sorry! Gods I'm sorry!" he pleaded. But his pleas fell on no one as the cell shook again. He found the strength again to get up and make it to the window, looking out reveal he was back on Death Korps battleship, The Emperor's Judgement, as it floated above the planet they were just on. He watched as other battleships and cruisers fired their massive cannons down to the world below just as the one he was in did before. He looked at the planet, it was once green with massive hive cities that could be seen from orbit but now? It was unrecognizable. The Green flora was nothing but ash as giant fires spread across the planet from the battles that waged below. The once sprawling hive cities were nothing but ruins of death and decay as the Battleships bombarded them from orbit. This world had 18 billion souls dwelling on it.

Now? It would be lucky if only a few million were left after what the Death Korps have done in the name of The God-Emperor. How many were actually innocent but died thanks to the sin of a few? Billions? He didn't know but he didn't want to know it either. He watched as a massive explosion could be seen from his cell on the planet's surface, a hive city was finally destroyed. Millions, possibly a billion, lost in the blink of an eye. How many were his fellow guardsmen though? He doubt anyone cared. They were just sacrifices anyway, conditioned to march towards death without any hesitation. To gladly give their lives for the Emperor and Krieg. He walked away and lied down on the metal slab that was supposedly a bed. He looked at the picture one last time, his heart ached before he put it away. Part of him wanted to believe that they would still be by his side, even if they learned what he did. This picture gave some strength to keep going but for how long? How long before he decided to end it all. "Prepare for War Jump!" an electronic voice stated over the intercom. Its snapped from his thoughts as metal shutters closed on the window, leaving him in darkness.

-JNPR's Room-

Jaune had cleaned up his armor he'd thrown to the floor earlier, he didn't bother opening the door to grab his helmet. He knew Weiss probably still had. Why he gave it to her, he didn't have that answer. Maybe in hopes that when saw it, it would give her some clue as to what he went through? Maybe she'd see that horror he saw whenever he looked at it? He didn't know. Maybe he just didn't want to see that skull staring at him. Reminding him of what he is. That he's no longer human. " A monster." he quietly said to himself as he began to work on the respirator. Fidgeting with its tubes and looking at the High Gothic that was etched into it, he didn't know what it said but his comrades said it was the tongue of the Emperor. The words said a prayer but they didn't know what it was. He ensured it was cleaned thoroughly, drilled into his head during training to always keep those words from getting any filth on them. He saw that it wasn't coming off so he kept scrubbing it but to no avail, he kept going as he grew frustrated. Too concentrated as to what he was doing that he didn't hear the door open, or see his team walk in. No, this dried green blood wouldn't come off! It was staying on, staining those words that so many died for! That his squad died for!

"Jaune?" Nora was the first to speak to her leader and friend. But ignored them, too focused on getting whatever that was off. He scrubbed harder, tearing the cloth as he did.

"Jaune stop!" Yell Pyrrha when she noticed red was being smeared on the words. Blood. His blood. He was too focused on getting it off that he didn't notice his fingers were starting to bleed from the excessive scrubbing. His skin and nails were being torn, his aura barely keeping up with it.

"Come off! Come off! Come off!" he repeated as Ren and Nora tried to pry him away from it. "You're not gonna sully their memory dammit! We always kept this clean!" he yelled as Pyrrha joined in, ripping the tube from his bloody hands as he frantically reached for it.

"Jaune! Please its us, calm down!" she begged as Jaune let out a frustrated yell.

"No! Its all I have left of them, please! I need to keep them cleaned or it would tarnish his words!" he said as they held him in place, tears running down his face as he frantically fought, sometimes getting of their grasps.

"Jaune snap out of it!" Ren yelled, losing his cool demeanor as he saw his friend and brother injuring himself. For what? Some words? But he didn't stop, no he was fighting back and was slowly winning. Memories of his squad flashed before his eyes. One showing them fighting together. Another showing how they lost one of their own. He was getting angry and Nora saw this. She once saw this same killing intent years ago, a memory she never wants to revisit.

"I'm sorry." she said as she reared her fist and punched Jaune, knocking him unconsciousness, she'd hope he would understand. Pyrrha cradled him as Ren mended his wounds. Team RWBY had come to their room, one because of the commotion and to stop Yang from murdering him for making another member of her team cry. But Nora stopped them. Allowing Pyrrha to explain what happened before pointing at the blood covered tube, the writing covered in his blood. Yang's anger dissipated when Weiss explained what he told her, her anger was now of sympathy as she looked at his unconscious form. Weiss put down the helmet, Yang looking at it with hatred. She no longer wanted to hurt Jaune, he was a victim of someone far more cruel. She wanted to hurt them.

-Aboard The Emperor's Judgement-

"Why can't I execute him?!" demanded the Watchmaster as he stared at his Officer. The Officer wore a more ornate armor than the others. His great coat was more clean than others but was still covered in holes from lasguns and previous battles. His metal chest plate, dented and covered in blood splatters from previous war they had fought in. He breathed heavily through his respirator as he looked at the soldier before. A Death Korps Officer, one could only achieve this rank if they survived hundreds of battles.

"Watchmaster Kagor, compose yourself!" ordered the Officer as the man before straightened himself.

"My apologies my Lord, I overstepped." he apologized, looking directly at his officer.

"I understand your frustrations with the soldier Jaune arc, he has shown many times to be unwilling to comply with the duties of a Krieg guardsmen." he wasn't alone, the officer was quite annoyed by this boy's actions. Granted Jaune was an excellent tactician, able to come up with plans rather quickly and use some soldiers to their full strength. But he was still resisting his duties! His actions during the cleansing was one of many, he would have been executed for his actions were it not for the high lords placing a special protection order on the boy. "Thank the Emperor for the procedure. His activation words will always ensure he'll comply but sooner or later, he needs to do it of his own will." he stated as the Watchmaster spoke up.

"But he should be dead! He makes a mockery of The Death Korps." the anger in his response was clearly visible. "Its like he isn't from Krieg."

"He's not." the watchmaster was surprised by the answer of his Officer.

"What do you mean sir?"

"Jaune Alexandros Arc is not from our planet. He's not a full blooded citizen of Krieg." the Officer sat down as he removed his ornate helmet, he looked at the holy symbol of the Imperialis. A winged golden skull, the wings representing the holy Aquila while the skull in the center represents the Emperor's sacrifice for the salvation of Humanity. The Death Korps always looked to his sacrifice as inspiration for their sacrifice.

"Jaune was discovered one day in one of the city depths after we detected an unusual burst of energy." he explained to the Watchmaster. "He was fighting an unusual creature that was black as the void but with bone like armor. We were able to kill the creature and extract the boy. Before we could examine the creature, it vanished into a black like smoke. Leaving nothing behind."He remembered getting that report, they feared a Xenos invasion or some new Tyranid was on Krieg. Despite their thorough search, they never found another. They turned their attention to the boy and thoroughly interrogated him. "He had no knowledge of Krieg or the Imperium." He grew silent before continuing.

"He didn't even know who the God-Emperor was." this stunned the Watchmaster. How did one not know the master of mankind? The one true god and ruler of a million worlds? He needed to know more. "We noticed that his injuries were slowly healing themselves, even the ones from his interrogation were almost gone. We alerted the inquisition to this, fearing we discovered a pysker or something born from the warp."

"What happened?"

"He wasn't tainted by the warp. He had not even a speck of its power on him but something else. We don't know what it is but it heals his body. We learned that depending on the severity of his wounds, his power would heal him faster." the officer continued. "The High Lords told me leave him the death korps, to ensure he was always in danger and enduring more trauma to better understand that power and one day harness it for the Imperium. Even one day use it to heal the Emperor." the last response left his Watchmaster speechless. To heal the Emperor? To bring him back? Could that be possible? "Few in the inquisition believe him to be a miracle of the Emperor, blessed with this power by him to save him."

"Really? The Emperor would give someone like him that power?" he scoffed. His Officer rose quickly.

"Do you say you know the Emperor's will? That you know more than him?!" the watchmaster stepped back, frightened at the accusations.

"No! Never! I would never dare to assume that i know more than his holy majesty!" he said, looking down in disgust at himself.

"Good. For now Jaune arc is be left in his cell. In time he will see our way and soon his power will be fully understood so that we can use it. You are dismissed!" he ordered as the Watchmaster saluted before leaving the room. Sooner or later, Jaune will follow orders without using the trigger words. He will become an ideal Death Korps, he just needs to be broken some more before he can be molded.