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The Sith Lord stared outside the Star Destroyer's control bridge, observing the construction of the new battle station. Despite the remarkable progress of the Death Star, Vader was growing impatient. He had heard word of a rebellion that was stirring, yet the Empire has failed to locate them, but this was not what he was concerned about.

Before he could continue to ponder upon it, he heard the doors open behind him as his master entered the room. Vader knelt at the presence of the Emperor.

"What is thy bidding, my master?"

"There is a great disturbance in the Force, my apprentice," the Emperor replied as he gestured the Sith Lord to rise.

"I have sensed it as well."

The two Siths turned towards the window as they continued their discussion.

"Even though they are unaware of their power, they will become a threat to our Empire if we do not act soon. I give the task to you, Darth Vader, to find them and destroy them. Failure will not be tolerated."

"It will be done, my master," the Sith Lord replied as he bowed before the Emperor. After the Emperor left the bridge,

Vader continued to sense for the disturbance. The presence was outside the galaxy, and had managed to find home on an unfamiliar system. They were also strong with the Force, stronger than they were even aware of.

When Vader recognized the presence, he became enraged. It was a Jedi; a boy who had survived Order 66.

"I will destroy you..."


Karek screamed as he awoke from his nightmare. The young Jedi felt cold and afraid, but did not know why. As he slowed his breathing, he tried to recall what he had dreampt about, but could not remember. After his heart rate returned to normal, he sat up in his bed and observed the room he had been situated in.

There were some beds, drawers, a large closet with three uniforms inside, lockers, and a restroom. The room was very simple compared to the architecture of the rest of the academy, but he actually preferred that. After giving a deep sigh, he looked out the window behind him. It was almost daybreak, meaning that classes would begin in a few hours.

Before he could get ready, however, he heard a knock at the door, which was strange since he did not sense anyone there. He grabbed his lightsaber from the nightstand beside him and slowly made his way towards the door. When he unlocked the door, he was greeted by three boys in academy uniforms.

"It's wonderful to finally meet you, Karek!" one of the students said, reaching out his hand to shake Karek's.

"Karek?" the young Jedi replied in confusion. "How do you know my name?" The student did not respond, however, as they entered the room and the other two students followed suit.

"Not a bad place," the second student commented. "I could get used to this."

The third student stayed silent as he made his way to the only other bed that was not taken. Just as the young Jedi was about to say something, a familiar silver-haired man entered the room.

"Sorry about this," the headmaster replied, "but I could not do this any sooner. Besides, I figured you would be more comfortable by yourself for your first night."

"What is the meaning of this, Ozpin?" Karek questioned. "Why are these three boys here, and how do they know who I am?"

"Because they are your teammates, Karek," Ozpin replied in a calm tone, taking a sip from his mug before continuing. "Every student at this academy is part of a team of four, and I have chosen these three boys to be part of yours."

The young Jedi could not believe what the silver-haired man was saying. They both knew that his true identity had to remain a secret. How could Ozpin be so careless?

"It is too dangerous to have these boys-"

"Command 1-A-R," the headmaster interrupted Karek. Instantaneously, the three boys ceased what they were doing and lined up single file beside Ozpin. Their faces were void of emotion as, one at a time, they spoke in automated voices.

"LANCE ELWOOD. PRIMARY DIRECTIVE: PROTECT KAREK SUTO."

"SHAUN FORT. PRIMARY DIRECTIVE: PROTECT KAREK SUTO."

"THEO XAVIER. PRIMARY DIRECTIVE: PROTECT KAREK SUTO."

After they had 'introduced themselves', the three boys returned to their 'normal selves'. Karek was astounded. He would not have guessed that the three boys were droids; their movement and behavior gave the impression that they were human. Then again, it would also explain why he could not sense their presences earlier.

"Now you know why these three are here, Karek Suto," the headmaster replied, clearing his throat before continuing.

"The four of you shall be known as Team Kestrel. Lead by," he turned to the young Jedi, "Karek Suto."

Karek was reluctant to accept his position as a leader, but decided to humbly accept it. The young Jedi turned to his teammates and nodded, who returned the gesture.

"One last thing," Ozpin retrieved a device from his pocket and placed it in the young Jedi's hands.

"This is a scroll. It will be used for your identification, for communication, and other various functions. I will also notify you on this device when I will require you and where to meet me."

The young Jedi played with the device for awhile, impressed with the technology despite using similar or even further advanced gadgets back on his system. He placed the scroll in his pocket and looked up at Ozpin.

"Thank you."

The headmaster nodded with a half smile on his face, taking a sip of coffee before replying.

"Well, now that everything is in order, I must return to my office. There is much I have to attend to." Ozpin made his way out the room, making sure to close the door behind him. After Karek turned to his new teammates, who were all still lined up and looking at their leader.

The one who had identified himself as Lance was the most cheerful of the boys. His short blonde hair, green eyes and tall build further emphasized his caring and 'radiant' personality.

Shaun, on the other hand, was the near opposite. Despite being the shortest of the group, his spiked red hair, red eyes and strong build made him quite intimidating.

The first thing Karek noticed about Theo, was is shoulder-length dark blue hair. Rather than that, he was average on every aspect and did not speak a word.

After briefly looking over his team, he thought for a moment as to what he should say to them. When he found the words, he cleared his throat and addressed his teammates.

"I know we have all just met each other, but I hope that we become good friends and become a strong team."

"I hope for the same as well!" Lance responded cheerfully with the most genuine smile Karek had ever seen. The other two boys simply nodded at their leader's brief speech.

"Alright then. Let's get ready for classes..."


The headmaster made his way into his office, making sure that no one had followed him before entering. He looked up at the other three people in the room who had been awaiting his arrival.

"How is the boy, Ozpin?" Goodwitch asked.

"He's currently greeting his new teammates and getting ready for classes," Ozpin replied. "Everything is going as we hoped it would."

"I still think this is ridiculous." the drunken hunter called out angrily. "He's free to escape any time he wants! Why didn't you put him in a cell the moment you captured him?"

"He knows that if he tries to escape, he will be captured by the other kingdoms. Even worse, Torchwick's group or the White Fang. We cannot afford that."

"We do not even know anything about him! For all we know he's going to-"

"He is not a threat to anyone, Qrow. And right now we need to gain the boy's trust. He will not tell us anything otherwise. That is the main reason I am allowing him to be a student instead of a prisoner."

"What's the other reason?"

The headmaster sighed and made his way towards the desk. He placed his mug down and took out his scroll, playing a holographic video of the young Jedi's encounter with the combat androids.

"There is great potential in the boy; talent and great power which has yet to be mastered, but it does not come from aura. As a student, he will advance his abilities while allowing us to learn more about his powers." He stopped the video and returned the scroll to his pocket, turning his attention to the blonde huntress.

"This task will fall upon you, Professor Goodwitch. Have him spar in your classes as often as you can and record the matches. If what I think is true, then we will need him for more than his knowledge."

The blonde huntress hesitated to agree at first, concerned about Ozpin's motives. However, she knew that whatever it was, it was for the sake of Remnant.

"Understood," Goodwitch replied, nodding lightly while keeping her eyes on the silver-haired man.

"If this goes south," the drunken hunter said while making his way to the door, "don't say I didn't tell ya so."

"See you soon," Ozpin replied before Qrow slammed the door behind him.

"I know I haven't said much," the general commented, "but I have to get going too. I hope the androids I provided work."

"So do I, James," the two exchanged nods before he left the room.

"Are you sure this is going to work, Ozpin?"

The headmaster retrieved his mug and took a sip before replying to the blonde huntress.

"I would be lying if I said I was..."


"Dust, we should have studied harder!" the heiress complained, feeling like she definitely failed Professor Port's test.

"Come on, Weiss! I'm sure you didn't do that bad! You're the smartest girl in the school, after all!" Ruby chuckled l ightly at her own remark, but quickly looked away and whistled as she noticed her partner's cold stare in the corner of her eye.

"Meh, ya win some ya lose some!" the blonde boxer remarked, looking and sounding as cheerful as her younger sister. "Good thing Goodwitch's class is next! Some good ol' one-on-one fighting will take care of your stress!"

"If either of you two are my opponents, then yes. Yes it would," Weiss muttered sarcastically. The two sisters felt shivers down their spine from hearing the heiress' threat.

Team RWBY made their way into Professor Goodwitch's lecture hall, taking their usual seats near team JNPR. Nora was chatting away endlessly with Ren who was staring coldly to the front of the class. Jaune way away from his team, attempting to pick up some girls from other teams, who laughed after hearing his terrible pick-up lines. Unknown to the blonde jester, a red-haired Spartan girl had her eyes fixed on him the entire time, giving a sigh of relief whenever Jaune failed to impress a girl.

'Sheish, she should just confess already,' Yang thought to herself. As she looked between the two partners, her attention shifted to an unfamiliar group of people. She had never seen the four boys before, which was odd since she practically knew everyone at the school. One student in particular really caught her eye; who had short brown hair, green eyes and a scar on his cheek.

Her train of thought was interrupted when Goodwitch entered the room, clearing her throat before addressing the students.

"Good morning everyone. As you all know, the Vytal Festival is beginning in just a few weeks."

The students in the room cheered and applauded, but were silenced when Goodwitch slammed her wand on her desk.

"With that being said, some of you in this class have been chosen to participate and wish to train as much as possible. After this week's classes are complete, you will have much time to prepare. But since this is not the case yet, I have decided to start class today with sparring matches instead of the usual."

Everyone gave a brief and quiet cheer.

"Now, who would like to-"

"Yo Goodwitch!" Yang shouted, standing up and pointing to her desired opponent. "I wanna fight pretty boy over there!"

The young Jedi noticed that everyone in the room had their attention fixed on him him. He turned his head to look at who had challenged him. It was a blonde girl with light purple eyes and the most gaudy and revealing outfit he had ever laid eyes on. He turned his attention back to the front as Goodwitch spoke again.

"Ah yes, Mr. Suto. If you would make your way-"

"I do not wish to fight," Karek interrupted the professor. He did not want to attract attention to himself, let alone take part in unnecessary conflict. Yet it seemed as if it was too late for that.

"Mr. Suto," the blonde huntress addressed the young Jedi, "may I remind you that your grades in this class will be at a failing level if you do not choose to fight."

Karek was surprised at what the professor had just said. He had (secretly) just started classes today and he was already failing? Was this Ozpin's doing?

"What's the matter, pretty boy?!" Yang taunted the young Jedi. "Scared a girl's gonna kick your butt?!"

"Yeah sis!"

"Ruby!"

A loud slap echoed across the room, starting the students.

"Now if you two would not waste any more time," the professor gestured to the two students, "let us begin the battle." Karek sighed as he made his way towards the front. He placed himself in the spot the professor pointed him to, looking up at his opponent. She placed her hands on her hips and leaned forward, grinning at the young Jedi.

"Ready to rumble, pretty boy?"

The young Jedi folded his arms, continuing to stare down the blonde boxer.

"Ooh, giving me the silent treatment now? So mysterious!"

The young Jedi sensed that the girl was incredibly powerful, yet rash and reckless. She also had gauntlets which seemed to fire projectiles. With this knowledge, Karek conceived a battle plan and put in into action.

He sat on the ground and began to meditate, clearing his mind and connecting with the Force.

"Not going to put up a fight? I was hoping we would get to know each other!"

The professor activated the large score board above her and checked that both combatants were ready.

"Begin!"

Seeing that her opponent had yet to make a move, she pouted and reading her gauntlets.

"Fine! Be that way!"

The blonde boxer furiously fired all her shots towards her opponent. The young Jedi raised his hand and stopped the projectiles near inches way from him. He opened his eyes and reached for one of the bullets, observing it while the others fell to the floor.

"Think you're funny, huh?" the blonde boxer grinned. "How about this?!"

Yang charged at incredible speed towards her opponent, readying a punch to take out Karek in a single attack. When she swung, however, she realized her punch did not land. Karek repelled the blonde boxer and sent her flying into a wall below the students, causing the room to rattle for a moment. The young Jedi was about to return to his seat until he noticed the score board above him. To his surprise, his opponent's health bar wasn't even a quarter down.

Karek quickly turned his head after hearing the blonde boxer lift herself off the ground and enter her fighting stance.

"Let's dance, pretty boy!"

"Great..."

The blonde boxer charged at her opponent once more, which the young Jedi eluded at the last moment. Before he could respond, she dashed to his side, nearly landing a blow to his left cheek. The young Jedi repelled her once more, but the blonde boxer quickly recovered and began another assault.

"Yeah! This is starting to get fun!" Yang cheered.

She continued to avoid her opponent's blasts while continuing her onslaught, but kept swinging at air as the young Jedi evaded her strikes.

"Ah come on, pretty boy! Cooties are so first grade!"

To the young Jedi's surprise, the blonde boxer had learned as quickly as she could move; avoiding all of his Force repels and throwing punches closer and closer to him.

"Now I'm over here! Now I'm here! Over here! Now I'm-"

Karek found an opening and launched a final attack on the blonde boxer. With an incredible amount of force, Yang was launched into the air and impacted with the ceiling. The students gasped as she fell towards the ground; her impact creating an echo which silenced everyone in the room. As she laid motionless on the floor, the young Jedi bowed with a sorrowful expression.

"I'm sorry," Karek said to his opponent before making his way back into the stands.

"THAT DOES IT!"

The young Jedi quickly turned towards his opponent, who looked different than before. The girl's hair was vibrant, her eyes had turned crimson, and her expression was one of pure rage. She lept at blinding speed towards her opponent, determined to beat him until he was an inch away from death.

Karek lept into the air, nearly avoiding the blonde boxer's attack. His opponent jumped towards him, repelling her at the last second back to the ground. As he landed, he found his opponent to be nowhere in sight. He frantically sensed for her presence, and found her right above him. Before she could swing at Karek, however, she found herself frozen in the air.

Karek managed to confine her at the last moment, preventing her from dealing a fatal blow. Yang tried to break free from the prison, but found her efforts to be of no use. The young Jedi watched as his opponent's eyes returned to her normal color.

"Alright," the blonde boxer said in a defeated tone, turning her head away from her opponent, "Ya win, pretty boy."

The score board rung, notifying that Yang had forfeited the match. The students gave a standing ovation for the two combatants, astounded by the spectable which they just witnessed. The young Jedi released the girl and approached her with his arm extended.

"You fought well," Karek commented. The blonde boxer was confused for a moment, but then began to chuckle, which eventually turned into boisterous laughter. She looked up at the young Jedi, shaking his hand rapidly.

"'Bout time you said something!"

The professor made her way towards the two students, commdending their fighting.

"Well done, both of you. With that being said," Goodwitch turned towards Karek, "you should not always wait for your opponent to make a move, Mr. Suto."

After pondering briefly upon the professor's advice, he realized that his hand was still firmly grasped by the blonde boxer. He gestured her to release his hand, to which Yang instead pulled him in for a hug, causing the class to cheer.

"Catch ya later, my sweet prince," Yang whispered into Karek's ear before returning to her team. He watched his opponent make her way into the stands, sighing and shaking his head as he dismissed what she had said. As Karek returned to his seat, many of the students patted him on the back and praised him, to whcih he humbly accepted their remarks.

"Well that was somethin'," Shaun said, trying to hide how impressed he was with his leader.

"I did not expect her to be that powerful," Karek pondered. "Professor Ozpin told me that humanity could only fight off the Grimm with dust, but it seems to me that they do not even require it."

"Very few people have talent and abilities like hers," Lance replied in his ever estatic mood. "Approximately 1% of all Remnant's population, to be exact. Because of this, the kingdoms of Remnant utilize dust for weapons and defensive technologies."

"I see," the young Jedi said. After pondering upon the new information, he remembered how Ozpin had said that his knowledge would save Remnant. But was that really true if Ozpin wanted him to fight other students who had the capacity to kill? He began to question the headmaster's motives, deciding that it was something he would have to ask him about the next time he saw him.

Conveniently, Karek received a notification from Ozpin on his scroll, notifying him to come to his office. He looked to his teammates, who had also received the message, and nodded to their leader. Silently, the young Jedi made his way for the exit, feeling the eyes of the blonde boxer on him until he left the room. He took out his scroll and looked at the map of the school, locating the headmaster's office. As he made his way to Ozpin, he was unaware of the two people who were watching him.

"You sure that's him?"

"Trust me. He's the one we're looking for..."