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Chapter 1

October 14th, 2023

The Grove of Ares,Capital City of New Sparta

Formerly Chicago, Illinois, USA

PFC. Jaune Arc had an easy life 5 years ago. He was a Sophomore in High School, had a pretty girlfriend, and was the starting Wide Receiver for the Varsity Football Team. Life was good. Then the world went to shit. The Disease came out of nowhere and stole everything from him. He lost his family, his friends, and his girlfriend. Within the first three months of the chaos he had resorted to having to fight for his life on a daily basis against roaming bandits and other people just trying to survive.

After spending months scavenging and fighting for food, wandering from place to place, he was losing his will to live. He was so close to ending his life when HE came to town. Major General Eugene Forenzo looking like God himself with his commanding presence and his immaculately clean and pressed uniform.

Following the Man was what appeared to be 20 other men and women all dressed in combat fatigues, looking like fierce warrior who didn't know the definition of the word fear.

Ah... He still remembered the day that Major General gave him another reason to live. He promised to help rebuild society, to make the world a better place, to make them stronger and a better people. He spoke with such conviction and charisma that Jaune immediately offered to join the cause. He never regretted that decision.

The Big Red One gave him a purpose and a family. They gave him a reason to live. He could also see that they were making a huge difference. The land that they governed was at peace and life had returned to normal. Whenever he looked in the mirror, he was certain to say he was proud to be the man he saw in it.

As a matter of fact, he was looking at himself in the mirror in his room. He had grown to a respectable height of 6ft 1 inch (185 cm) and was a solid 190 lbs (86 kg) of lean muscle. He angled his face at the mirror and looked at his clean shaven face appreciatively, most of his baby fat that he used to have in high school was completely gone. Though it looked like his blonde hair needed another trim. Oh well. He could just go to the barber tomorrow.

As he was checking himself out in the mirror he heard the door open.

"Hey hotshot stop checking yourself out in the mirror it's fucking weird." Cpl. Henry Volk stated.

"Yes, Corporal!" Jaune saluted with a fist over his heart.

"At ease Arc, get your shit together and join your squad of fuck ups over at the motor pool."

"Yes, Corporal!"

"Good, now haul ass and get it done."

Jaune shot into action, grabbing all his gear and running to join his squad. He was giddy with excitement as he left the cool autumn breeze sent a shiver down his spine as he watched the golden brown leaves sailing in the wind. Looking out towards the rest of the camp, he could see the beautiful lake with the highrise skyscrapers to the left, right and behind him. He remembered enjoying Lollapalooza at the exact spot where the new camp was. The encampment stretched from what used to be Maggie Daley Park towards the Field Museum and Shedd Aquarium.

Sadly the Shedd Aquarium couldn't be salvaged since all the marine life died in the chaos. A damn shame too. He loved going there as a child. It currently served as an armory now. But thankfully, the Field Museum was salvaged and reopened within a year of New Sparta governing the City. It was now open to the public and was one of the main attractions of the city.

Though the only thing that he could never get used to was how quiet the city was now. With most of the civilians moving out to the countryside to help agriculturally, there was very few people who lived in the city. Mostly just Military personnel and Cadets who were undergoing Urban combat training. There were some non-military civilians, but they mostly helped keep the city in order to make the Capital city of the glorious nation the shining beacon of hope that it was.

Quickly running to the motor pool he saw his squad, his family. He couldn't help but smile when he saw them. They were his reason for living and he would gladly jump on a grenade for any of them...well most of them. The squad was smaller than what squads used to be before the chaos period.

In his squad there was PFC Michelle Garcia she was the momma bear of the Squad, even though she was only 4 years older than Jaune. She had plenty of sass and always made any man who wanted to get in her pants pay with blood. She absolutely terrified him but she was very caring as well. Let's just say... he had mixed feelings for her. She was the CQC specialist of the squad and did not hesitate to remind people of that fact. She was the definition of femme fatale with her olive skin and her dark brown hair and heart shaped face accented her lovely hispanic features. Her body was slightly curvy but lean, obviously trained for combat standing at a solid 5 feet 4 inches (163 cm).

The next one in his squad was his battle buddy PVT. John Miller. John was a good man and an even better drinking buddy. John was a large man standing at 6 feet 4 inches (193 cm) and built like a Tank. He was a gentle giant though and Michelle's "favorite child". He was kind to anyone, unless you pissed him off then you had to deal with 250 lbs (113 kg) of pure muscle. He was an admittedly good looking guy with his milk chocolate colored skin and hazel eyes. He was the heavy hitter of the squad packing an M240 with an thermal optic scope on a bipod. He was damn good with the thing and could easily hit a target from 800 yards out.

Then there was PVT Caroline Jackson. She was the very definition of a cold hearted bitch. Ever since she joined their squad 5 months ago she has shown no emotion whatsoever. She must have lived through hell during the Chaos period in order to be that fucked up, but he wasn't really one to talk seeing as it was hell for him too. She rarely talked but man if she wasn't the best marksman in the company. She carried a SDM-R (Squad Designated Marksman Rifle) which was basically a heavily modified M-16. Her bleach blonde hair and blue eyes were just as cold as her heart, however she was a beauty with her creamy pale skin and petite curves. Standing at 5ft 3 inches (160 cm) she was definitely a pretty sight.

The last member of the squad was Sgt. Kevin Hollins. He was a strong burly man about 5 ft 10 inches (178 cm) in height and weighing close to 200 lbs (90 kg). He was the only member of their squad that was part of the Big Red One before the world went to shit. He served two tours in Afghanistan and one in Iraq helping the Kurds and Iraqis retake Mosul. He was a good man and took care of them as if they were one of his own…..even that bitch Caroline. He was the commanding officer and by the look on his face they were about to get into some serious shit.

"Alright everybody fall in!" Sgt. Hollins commanded.

"Yes Sgt!" The squad replies with pride and strong salutes.

"At ease." Everybody settled down. "I just got orders from command that we will be shipped to the our garrison near the Wabash river close to Lafayette. When we arrive, a strike team from Fort Riley will join us in an operation behind enemy lines. Then, a Chinook will drop us off deep within HCO territory. There is supposedly a Labor camp located there where they put their enemies of state. Basically we are going to break them out of prison. Word is that these camps are as bad as the concentration camps back in World War II, if we can confirm as much and guide them back to our territory it would be a huge PR stunt. This is exactly what command wants. Thing is we will have no helicopter evac so we will have to get back to our territory through other means. We have been in communication with local resistance fighters in the area and they agreed to help us get back across the Wabash after we free the prisoners."

"Sgt. what do we do if the prisoners are injured and can't walk?" Jaune questioned.

"Arc, as our squad medic you will have to quickly assess the injuries and patch them up to the best of your abilities as we move… if they are unable to walk and have no one to carry them, then unfortunately they will have to be left behind. Reality is we have to stay quick and mobile. If we have to slow down for one person, we risk the whole operation getting shot to fucking hell. Sometimes, you have to sacrifice the few to save the many. The weak don't survive long in this world anyways. If this camp is as bad as the rumors, for anybody that can't be saved, put a bullet in their head and you'll be doing them a favor. Do you copy?"

"Yes Sgt."

"That goes for all of you. If we can't save them the least we can do is take them out of their misery."

"Yes Sgt!" The whole squad replied somberly.

"Good. Now suit up and get ready, we'll leave in 30 minutes to the garrison. It's going to be a long drive, so before we leave take a piss or a dump, I don't care. I don't want to have to pull over the truck just so one of you can take a piss. Dismissed."

It was dead silence until Sgt. Hollins turned a corner and was gone. Jaune heard the deep rumble of a voice that came from his battle buddy. He almost lost his footing from the unexpected pat on the back.

"Hey, Jaune don't worry about what Sergeant said. I doubt the camp is going to be as bad as he said. We'll just go in, get the prisoners and get out. Simple as that." John gave him a playful wink.

"He's right mi amor. It's not going to be a problem. No need to worry. I highly doubt the HCO are such savages." Michelle's sultry voice came from right next to him.

"Yeah, I guess you guys are right. This shit's just got me spooked is all. I don't wanna have to kill civilians. But we gotta do what we gotta do."

"Yeah, and don't worry mijo me and Margarita will protect you from the big bad confederates." Michelle gave a hearty laugh as she lovingly stroked her 16 inch Kukri knife that she named Margarita for some reason. If Jaune payed more attention, he was certain she once said that it was named after her mother, it was the one thing that she could never sleep without. She loved that knife if not a bit too much, making many question her sanity.

"Well ignoring Senorita psycho here I'm going to go hit the John before we leave." John patted his pants.

"Well I think we all have things to do I'll see you guys at the transport in 30 minutes." Jaune said

"Alright mijos I'll see you guys later." Michelle walked away with a sway in her hips that neither man could look away from.

"Ok that woman is too damn sexy to be treating us like her kids….there's just something wrong with her upstairs man. Normally I would say don't stick your dick in crazy. But I don't know how much longer I can stand her teasing us like this man." John growled as he desperately tried to hide the bulge in his pants. Jaune glanced at his buddy amused.

"Looks like you got another reason to 'hit the John' don't ya." As Jaune started laughing.

"Oh screw you Arc, she's hot and you know it."

"I had no idea you were bisexual John. I'm sorry to tell you but I don't swing that way."

"Oh fuck you Arc!" John yelled out, feigning pissed off.

Shaking his head and sighing, Jaune decided to walk away and headed back to his bunk before he actually pissed John off. Nothing worse than a big pissed off man with a boner even if the man wasn't actually pissed off. Better just leave the man to beat his meat in private. Maybe he should have a round too.

Author Note:

This will likely be the only day in which I upload two chapters in one day. I figured since the first chapter was only a Prologue í might as well give all of you the first actual chapter as well. The story will be updated at least once a week since í already have the next 3 chapter written and have been planning out the storyline for the last month and a half or so. Fret not for all of you who worry that it will be a Jaune only story the other Rwby characters will be making an appearance In this story.

Thank you for reading and reviewing have a lovely day!