A/N: Hey everyone. 2 quick notes before we begin.

1- I started an academy on the Amity Arena game. It's for Mistral and its called 'DrunkenMarriage'. Join if you like... please do, I'm so lonely.

2- Remember in the last chapter when I said my creative writing professor allowed me to turn in that chapter for a final grade? I ended up getting an A on it, really good morale booster.

Alright, let's get to why you're here.

Here's chapter 4. Enjoy :)


"-will form... team Juniper," Oznia said as 'JNPR' appeared on the screen above them. "And they will be led by Joan Arc." Like before, the auditorium gave a round of applause at the announcement of the team and its leader. Jaune was clapping the loudest and gave Joan a big, proud smile when he made eye contact with her.

Oznia gave the girls a nod signaling them to step down. "And now, last but not least... Jaune Arc. Gabriel Angelos. Rost Kaitse. Shadow Nahk." The boys made their way up on the stage as their names were called. While everyone in the crowd started losing attention as the team assignment ceremony dragged on, everyone now gave their full attention when the boys were called up.

They stood side by side up on the stage in the order that they were called in. Like with the other teams, the screen on the stage behind them displayed their names, an image of them, and their personal emblems.

Jaune had the duel crescent arc, the symbol used by his family for generations. Joan also had the emblem on her mask.

Gabriel's emblem was golden chainsword with blue wings, the insignia of the unit he was stationed with before coming to Beacon. It can be seen on his left shoulder guard.

Rost's emblem was a yellow rifle and sickle crossed together in a red star. It's a tradition of Rodnia to use the weapons of their parents for their emblem. It was on the front of his helmet.

Shadow's emblem was a red and black spiral with four spikes on the top and one on the bottom, curved to the right. This emblem could be seen on the back of his jacket.

"The four of you retrieved the black pawn pieces. Henceforth, the four of you shall form… team Argon." The screen went blank and displayed 'ARGN' for all to see. "And you will be lead by Jaune Arc."

Jaune didn't know what surprised him more; the fact that he was made team leader, or that everyone started giggling when Shadow huffed and said 'damn it' as he handed Rost some lien. Oznia nodded and the lads left the stage.

"I'm proud of all of you for passing your initiation. This is just one step on the long journey ahead of you. It will be a difficult road to travel, but keep up the cunning and skill you displayed today and I'm sure you'll some of the finest huntress and huntsmen this world has ever seen. Within a few moments, we'll send you all a message on your scrolls about your dorm arrangements and class schedules. Uniforms and your luggage have already been delivered to your dorms. Until tomorrow, your time is yours. Take care."


Rost laid back on his bed, arms behind his bed as he relaxed. After getting their armor and weapons stored in their lockers, they went to their dorm and unpacked their things. There was surprisingly little fan fair with that, but it wasn't a problem. They took their beds in the order of their team acronyms. Not on purpose though, that's just the order their luggage was set when they arrived and no one questioned it.

After they settled in the rest of his team went out, either to get food or meet Jaune's sister he forgot which. They offered him to join them but he declined, under the excuse of just wanting to relax. In actuality, he wasn't sure if he could handle the attention so he just quickly went cafeteria and got something to bring back to the dorm. Even with how fast he was, the stares and glares sent his way and the whispering he heard made him uneasy. He even saw the beret girl from the firing range yesterday lower her glasses and eye him. He saw the look she had in her eyes once before...

Oznia was the only one who didn't make him uneasy thus far, and that was because of how fondly his mother spoke about her when she described her time of Beacon long ago. That thought made him realize he didn't speak to his parents since he left Vacuo. He then pulled out his scroll and dialed his mother.

It rang and then went straight to voicemail. He called again and got the same result. He figured she was busy and went to call his father when he got an incoming call from her. He answered and was met with the sight of a woman in a face mask and camo-net hood. Anyone else would feel intimidated at the sight, but Rost could see the happiness that shone in her eyes.

"Sweety!" The woman cheered as she pulled the mask and hood down, revealing her smile and brown hair. "I was wondering when you would call!"

"Hey mom," Rost returned the smile. "And you could have called too you know."

"I was going to later today actually, I didn't want to interrupt anything important or your initiation. How did it go?"

"It went better than I thought. I… mom, is that smoke?"

"Hmm?" She looked behind her. "Oh right. Forgot to mention you called as we just finished repelling a bandit attack near the oasis."

Rost tensed up, but only slightly. Bandits in that part of Vacuo weren't exactly uncommon, but that didn't mean they weren't dangerous. "How big?"

"Just barely a dozen strong, nothing too serious except that two of them had huntress training and weapons."

"Huntresses?"

"Pfft, they wish they were," She rolled her eyes. "Even if they were, they'd make terrible hunters. True hunters-"

"Always watch where they step," he finished.

"I taught you well. I mean seriously, I feel like I don't even have to camouflage the boobytraps anymore." They both saw a pop up showing that his father wanted to join the call, voice only, and both accepted.

"Hey dad."

"Son, good to see you again," a soft, gravelly voice said. "Honey, I'm going to need you to tilt your head to your left." His mother did so. Rost then heard a bang and see a tracer whiz past his mother's head. He then heard a soft, dying scream. "That bandit was still alive, her hand was an inch closer to her knife from when I last checked."

Even when he saw it done dozens of times, he was still amazed at his father's eye for detail like that. "Thanks babe," his mother said.

"That was the last of them, but more could be nearby. I'll be on overwatch, hurry back."

"Ok," his mom's signal switched to voice on and he heard her start jogging. "So as I was asking earlier, how has Beacon been so far?"

"I'm curious as well. How are things?" his father asked. Rost then began to tell them about the past two days.


Shadow sat cross-legged on the rooftop, holding his scroll in hand.

"I'll be honest, I had doubts about the plan, but I'm also surprised that it worked."

"That sounds about right," Rouge replied on the other end. "Take note of it, sometimes it's the stupid ideas that are the most effective. So it's right up your alley."

"Screw you too," Shadow shook his head, the edge of his lip curled up slightly as his aunt chuckled. "I want a new aunt."

"Good luck with finding someone who would deal with your shit. They would have kicked you out the moment you went through your edgy emo phase."

"Please don't remind me," Shadow sighed.

"Never," she replied teasingly. "I am happy to hear that Beacon is going well and that you're getting along with your team. Just keep it up and I'm sure you won't have any problems."

"I already have some," Shadow said. Her smile dropped instantly. "Rouge, Blake Belladonna is here. She's a new student as well."

"Oh. That's… hmm," she cupped her chin in thought, but Shadow picked up on the tone in her voice.

"You knew she was coming here, didn't you?" he accused.

"I knew from Ghira that she was joining a huntress academy, but I had no idea it would be Beacon. Oznia made no mention of that to me at all."

Shadow pondered that for a moment. "I believe you. But Oznia knows what our history with them is. Why didn't she mention that to us?"

"It was possible she was hiding it out of fear that you wouldn't come to Beacon if you knew."

"So she purposely withheld it from us? She lied to us?"

"I wouldn't say she did on the second part. She wouldn't withhold it from us if it was a threat to us. She probably saw no danger and it slipped her mind… well, that or she didn't know Blake was going there because she just skimmed through most of the paperwork as usual."

"That doesn't sound proper of a headmistress of a huntress academy."

"You'd be surprised, Shadow," Rouge chuckled.

Shadow shrugged and accepted his aunt's words as truth. "Well, just because Oznia didn't see anything doesn't mean Blake would try something."

"That's true, but what's the worst thing Blake can do to you? Outside of one-on-one antagonistic chastising that is? Nothing. Blake's a smart girl, she wouldn't do anything stupid."

"I believe you also once said that even the smartest people can make stupid decisions," Shadow countered. "But I guess you're right. I don't like it, but I'll try."

"That's all I ask. Thank you Shadow," her smile came back. "Don't hesitate to call me if you need something."

"I will. I'll talk you to you later." Shadow then hung up and put his scroll again. He turned around and went to the door to head back inside but stopped halfway. He stood at attention and concentrated on the area around him. He swore something was there but didn't hear or see anything, but he had a gut feeling that he was being watched and he knew who it most likely was.

"I know you're there," he called out. "I also know you definitely eased dropped on my call. Let bygones be bygones?" He waited for a minute, and then a little longer. Nothing. He then made his way to the door, but right as he was about to go through it he heard something behind him.

He snapped and saw nothing but a crumpled up paper ball. He picked it up and unwrapped it.

'Bygones be bygones. But I don't trust you. Try anything and I won't hesitate to bring you down.'

"Well, at least we see eye to eye on something," Shadow muttered as he pocketed the note and went inside.


Gabriel Angelos squeezed the trigger again and again, sending rounds down range. He decided to spend part of his evening at the range Rost mentioned. The range provided dummy rubber rounds that were reusable, so sparing ammo for target practice wasn't a problem.

Unfortunately, he was becoming frustrated. During initiation, he noticed that some of the Grimm moved faster than what he was used to from training and on the field in Atlas. He selected a program with fast moving holographic targets with small crosses that symbolized weak points and only shots on those would count. With each session he averaged 90% accuracy on the large targets, but only averaged 30% on the weak points. He honestly felt embarrassed with such a poor performance, only glad that the accuracy scores were sent privately to his scroll so the other girls here couldn't see it.

It made him think on the King Deathstalker fight. Only Jaune's quick thinking got them to expose the Grimm's soft underside and got them to kill it. The large Grimm did have weak points, soft spots in its armor. It had to, he just couldn't find and hit them. That wouldn't bold well in the future. Should they come across another higher tier Grimm, it was almost a certainty they wouldn't be in the same situation nor would it be likely to be alone. They could get beaten back, maybe even take casualties.

Gabriel would admit he didn't see as much combat up close and personal as he would like. He still saw combat, but today would mark only the fifth time the enemy was close enough for him to draw his chainsword. His squad never took casualties, but it didn't mean he didn't see them. He saw fellow soldiers shot down by White Fang and bandits, cut down and torn apart by Grimm, and other sights that didn't haunt him as much as they should.

He supposed he had Chambers Ironwood to thank for that last part. The General's wife had been the closest thing he had to a mother figure, and she was the one to teach him the basics and train him with his aura. Chambers was the one that comforted him when the horrors and stress from what he did and saw got to him. Not to discredit James Ironwood in any way. He helped train him and got him back up on his feet after tough times, but Chamber stopped him from stooping down further.

Forgetting his current frustration, Gabriel's thoughts turned to the Ironwoods and some of the times he spent with them. He owed a lot to them. They practically raised him… correction, they did raise him. The provided him with food, a home, and taught him everything he knew.

He recalled something Chambers told him while sparing: 'I know what it's like to be frustrated, it's hard not to be in this profession. But one thing I learned is that trying to brute force through something while frustrated won't work. You'll just keep messing up and getting angrier because of it. In training like this, it's best to just back away, figure out what you're doing wrong, and then come back later. It'll take more time, but you'll get significantly better.'

Gabriel slung the rifle over his shoulder and went to head back to his dorm. When he reached the door to the armory, someone else, a faunus student with horns student, bumped into him.

"Sorry," he apologized. She muttered something in a low growl and kept walking. Gabriel just shrugged and kept walking. But then a thought crossed his mind. When the faunus came through the door, she seemed to move closer into his path. He turned back to look at her and something caught his eye.

There was bubbly saliva on his shoulder pad, right on his symbol. Someone spit on him, and it didn't take him long to figure out who as he looked behind him. He caught the faunus's glare before she turned back and continued forward.

"Great," Gabriel muttered, shaking his head and leaving. Disrespect like that would have brought on punishments back in Atlas, official and vigilante justice from the troops, and Gabriel had the justification and want to confront her. But he didn't. She looked like an older student and thus was most likely known to others around the school and others in the range. Should he confront her, he'd have the disadvantage and could have the whole situation turned against him with a few choice words.

She won, for now. At least Gabriel now knew to avoid her for the time being. He'll think of what to do about her later.


Jaune's time at Beacon was going well so far. His sister was supportive and there for him, and proved that he could and did kill a lot of Grimm, and his new teammates were pretty awesome. They seemed to get along and settling their dorm business was actually pretty easy.

And none of them snored when they slept! It was a miracle!

However, it was during the morning when they were getting ready that Jaune found a problem with Beacon.

"Still having trouble?" Shadow asked from his bed.

"Gah!" Jaune groaned in frustration as he failed to tie his tie… again.

"Alright, I can't stand seeing you suffer anymore," Gabriel sighed. "Here, let me help you." He stood and walked up to Jaune. It what took Jaune five minutes of failed attempts, he got done in a few seconds.

"Thank you. How'd you do that so fast?" Jaune asked.

"Ties are part of our parade uniforms. They practically dedicated a whole week to make sure we could dress properly."

"Wait, seriously?" Rost's head tilted to the side.

"Well, not a whole week, just one class every day for a week. But you get the idea," Gabriel replied.

"Good, would have hated to hear that my taxes paid for soldiers to play dress up," Shadow remarked.

"You don't pay taxes, you don't get to complain."

"So, you're not denying we pay for you soldiers to dress up?" Rost chimed in.

"Just like how you're denying that everyone seeing your face beat in before our first class starts is a bad thing."

"How about we don't beat eachother up before breakfast," Jaune chimed in. "If one does break out, I'm siding with Gabriel." The two of them then shared a brofist.

"Wow, you'd turn on your own?" Rost fainted a gasp.

"I feel so betrayed," Shadow placed a hand on his forehead, his bored expression still present on his face.

"My youngest sister is a better actor than you." Jaune then checked his scroll. "We have some time before class, want to go get some breakfast?" With a unanimous vote of 4-0, they went down to the cafeteria.

Moments after they walked through the doors, the sound of conversations that filled the air simmered for a while but soon picked up again. Jaune and the rest of his team continued to small talk with one another, but each of them knew what was happening in their surroundings.

They were now the talk of the hour, especially among the upper year students who were seeing them in person for the first time. Most of the girls eyed them with curiosity, some seemed to blush or smile and look away, others looked with less positive vibes. Jaune noticed a girl, behind them in line, with a beret lowered her sunglasses as she checked him out. He would have felt flattered, but the much taller and muscular girl standing behind her glaring with a neutral expression and a raised, challenging eyebrow, intimidated Jaune and made him look away.

Though the boys took notice of similar things, no one said a word about. They were just content with their small talk unless someone came up to them. No one did though, but they weren't really complaining. The line went rather quickly and team ARGN got their trays of food.

"Hey, little bro! Over here!" They all turned to see Joan waving them over to her table where she was sitting with seven other girls, including Ruby. Jaune led the way as the rest followed suit. Whether he noticed it or not, he paid no mind to how his team lagged behind him by a few steps. As he approached his sister's table, he did notices that the black haired girl seemed a little nervous and the white haired girl seemed to scoff at them, but the others seemed curious and thrilled to see them come over.

Jaune may have been a little intimidated, he didn't exactly have a good social track record back home. However, this was a new school with new people many miles away, and Joan was here to have his back. He was still a little uneasy, but felt like things would be alright.


A/N: And there we have it.

I feel bad for cutting it off there, but ARGN's first interactions with RWBY and JNPR just fit and flow better with what's happening in the next chapter. Speaking of, after chapter 4 we'll start skipping ahead a bit to the juicy and important stuff.

Also, quick trivia:

-If you look at the cover art, you can see the letters in in the corners spell out ARGN

-After thinking I was being original, it turns out that Argon is actually the 18th element on the periodic table

-Yes, I did just basically made Rost's parents Glaz and Kapkan, I couldn't resist (might add Tachanka and Finka later on)

-Rost's emblem is a play on the USSR's symbol

-Shadow's emblem is the icon from his 2005 video game

Let me know what you think in the reviews, all criticism is welcomed. And thanks again to AustinGaKill for betaing, idea bouncing, and for coming up with Gabriel's emblem; and to Kc4229 for betaing and being a bro.

[Austin - I actually did things!] (for once XD)

Thank you for reading, have a great day :)