At Beacon is a tower, in that tower sits Ozpin's office, "I can't put my finger on it, those two are simply…simply…"

"Different?"

Glynda turned to the speaker, a young human male in a brown cloak. She knew he wore a simple tan tunic and pants tucked into a brown belt and boots the same shade as the cloak. Ezekiel Wolfram had a bladed staff slung across his back, a simpler version of the girl's weapon, but no less deadly to be certain, "The Force is strong in her. The dark and the light vie for domination." An older man in similar garb to the young man paced a bit, "Miss Leona is rather vulnerable right now. I'm questioning the wisdom of letting her have such unrestricted access to the school." He reached up and removed his hood, revealing that he too, was a Cathar, with dark brown hair that, with his beard, gave the impression of a lion's mane. Jedi Master Quilb stroked his wild beard, "Surely you don't think the girl is that dangerous?" Ozpin ask incredulously as he watched his guests, "The two of you combined should have more than enough power and experience to handle her." The Master held up a decahedron, "This is the threat, holocrons by Revan. He taught ideals that were declared unacceptable by the council. If he wasn't so powerful it might've been allowed, but many saw him a fallen Jedi and as such discarded his claims." He put it on Ozpin's desk, "She has enough knowledge to fill every library and bookstore in Vale in this one device. Not to mention she has twenty such things both of Jedi and Sith origin." He shook his head. To think a Sith child had such power at her hands, it felt like a crisis had been adverted, "We will discuss this later. Master Quilb, do you think you could help young Miss Leona?"

"Yes."

The next morning made Demiyse feel tired. The beds were too comfortable and she never liked to wake up anyway. She turned and saw Khem, staring at her, "I have never understood your need to strip down to sleep." As usual, he was wearing a pair of armor plated trousers. Demiyse stretched, allowing the cover to fall off her as she got up, "Dibs on the shower" she said as she reached into the wardrobe and picked out a set of clothes that she didn't think would fit, one of the downsides to being all of four foot six. She entered the refresher and started the shower. Nice, hot water massaged Demiyse's aching body. Killing an entire spaceship, crashing it, getting thrown from the wreck and then fighting and being captured all in one day (at least she assumed it had been one day) left it's mark on her already bruised and scarred body. She took advantage of the luxury of not having to share the facilities (the dorm refresher had two showers and toilets and four sinks) and used up all the hot water. The rug next to the shower was oh so fluffy like the towels. If she wasn't so damn hungry, she would've lie there and fallen asleep. As it was, she dried off quickly and tried to get dressed. The clothes were way too big for her. She carried them back out and saw Khem was gone. Instead was an older woman with red hair tied in a high ponytail. She was also wearing robes belonging to- "You're a Jedi." The woman nodded, "I am Master Yuan Par. I'm willing to answer any questions you may have about our…situation, but first: Would you like some clothing?" Demiyse looked down and realized she was still naked, "Ah…I only have the one set of clothes they took from me. These don't fit at all." Master Par smiled and nodded, "I think we can fix this until we get you new clothes." She walked to the wardrobe and dug through to a moment before pulling out a simple dress, "This should be about your size." It reached halfway down her calves. Since none of the undergarments fit, she simply took a roll of cloth from her bag (which seemed oddly lighter for some reason), and wrapped it around her chest before putting the dress on. She then went to the mirror by the door and tried to get her hair to do something other than the way it always looked when she grew it out. The back and sides seemed hellbent on defying gravity and it made it look a bit wild. Demiyse sensed Yuan walking towards her, "Let me help you with that." She said gently and quickly braided it, "There now. Why don't we go get something to eat while we talk." Demiyse let herself be led to the cafeteria. This place was unlike Korriban and Dromond Kaas, "How do they expect people to prove their strength here?" Demiyse confused, "It all seems so…soft." Yuan smiled, "Come, youngling, you should already know not to make judgments based on looks. This world is not as gentle as it appears to be." Yuan held the door open for her charge and they walked past a handful of humans. Some of the humans had extra ears or tails or unusual skin, Faunus. As an alien in a predominantly human culture, Demiyse was used to being stared at. What had caught her off guard was that some of the stares had pity in them. She took some food and sat down with the Jedi, "So why don't we start with the obvious question: How did you get here?"

"At the Jedi training grounds, I was tasked with finding ancient relics and uncovering the secrets of our past. We had rediscovered many useful things about the time before the sundering of light and dark, when all Force users were simply that. Among those things was something called a Force Still. This device channels the Force, pure, unaltered Force, and imbues a person with it for a short period." Demiyse looked up in confusion, "Zash was looking for one of those, except it was supposed to permanently infuse the person with what she called 'Pure Force'." Yuan smiled sadly, "Ah, there are drawbacks to that. You have noticed how alive in the Force this world is. Everyone here has what your former master wanted. Though that power comes at a high price. A mortal body cannot sustain the power of your Pure Force, which is why everyone here can only use a single aspect. They call this ability a Semblance, which is powered by Aura."

"Aura is their word for the Force."

"Yes." Yuan took her empty tray and placed it on the stack of used trays. Demiyse followed and did the same, "Anyway, just as people are more attuned to the Force, or Aura, so to are certain…beings. They refer to the light as Oum and the dark as Grimm. And the Grimm are physical manifestations of the dark side." Demiyse stared at the sky for a bit before a thought crossed her mind, "How long have you been here to know all this?"

"As mentioned earlier, we were searching for relics on Tython. Aside from the Still, we located a…gate of some sort." Master Quilb looked at Khem, "When we tried to move them, the Still activated and my padawan was imbued with power. He was knocked into the gate and somehow turned it on which sucked the three of us into it. And now for the last year we had been studying this planet in hopes of understanding the Force better." Khem paced, "A full year here. How did you hide the truth from them for so long?"

"It helps that Professor Ozpin knows enough about us to hide the more damning details without endangering this world's evolution." Master Quilb stopped and gave Khem a hard look, "I don't know what you and that girl brought with you, but if I get a bad feeling from either of you, there'll be hell to pay." Khem returned the look, "You better hope you are worthy of being eaten."

Demiyse barely kept the surprise off her face, "You and two others have been here a year and you already know all this?"

"To be fair, we had a lot of time on our hands. Your arrival, however, seems to be a precursor to great events. The fact that you and the Dashade-Khem, survived what you went through is a sign that your fate and this world are somehow intertwined." Yuan was appalled at what she had learned from the girl. After some back and forth, Demiyse had opened up a little and spoke of her time on Korriban. Mostly vague and uncomfortable hints and rumors were confirmed. She wasn't surprised to learn about Demiyse's affinity for darkness and her seemingly impenetrable defense. Her first master would've wanted her to be able to keep other Sith before moving on to the more aggressive parts of combat training. They headed towards the dorms again, "Your stuff should be here by now, so we can get you geared up and run a bit of sparring before deciding what to do next." Demiyse entered her room again and saw her clothes folded on her bed and her war staff set across it. Yuan put her hand on Demiyse's shoulder, "does your weapon have a name?" The girl laughed a bit, "It's a bit tacky. I call the damn staff my Cataclysm since I've only been miserable since I got it." Yuan smiled sadly, "I suppose you should call it something else then, seeing as how things are starting to turn around for you." Demiyse shook her head, "I should be dead a thousand times over. I want to die. Why continue this stupid-"

"Demiyse, please don't talk like that. Yes, you should be dead after everything that's been thrown at you. But you aren't, so there must be something greater in store." She kneeled in front of the girl and looked her in the eye, "What about Khem Val? If you died, how would he take it? What about all the lives you could save and all the good you could do here if you fight and survive? Just think about it." Yuan pulled her into a hug, "Please don't do anything rash."

And thus ends this chapter. I had to go through seven versions of the bit where Khem and Demiyse learn how the Jedi got to Remnant and the exposition dump they got.

I'll be honest, I didn't expect this story to get the 104 views in less than a week. Mostly because there are all these other RWBY crossovers that are leagues better than Remnant's Demiyse.

That being said, Reading is a must, Reviews would be appreciated, and haters can drop dead for all I care.

On a side note, I may do trailers for the team soon, it'll be interesting to see how that turns out.