Hello, hello, hello. This is J. Van A with a new chapter.

This chapter is mostly Rexan centered (understatement). I did throw several references so several things like star wars and even 'a blzeing remnant,' my other story, among others. Try to find them all.

I even added a new class to the Beacon class roster, 'Negotiations and Hostage Exchange.'

There is even a slight cliffhanger and something extra if you know the way how I write my stories.

Enjoy


"Rex, please wake up," Aeron said cautiously poking him in the side with a mechanical pencil only to get a lazy arm swatting the pencil away in response. "Come on, the guys put me in charge of waking you up since I'm your partner. And your AI isn't helping, mentioning something about sacrifice."

'It is simple,' the AI responded, 'We get a meatbag who uses Rexan's blue saber to wake him up. Then Master Rexan kills said meatbag in blind rage. It is a simple plan that also results in getting rid of possible meatbags that you hate.'

"We are not sacrificing people," Scott nearly shouted at the AI. "Don't worry Aeron, if you die Tiviah will bring you back." He gave her a fake cheeky smile and gave her a quick thumbs up. Tiviah looked over about to explain something, but then decided to just ignore it and go back to looking at her uniform in disgust.

"Not helping," Aeron replied gripping her pencil tighter. "Maybe if we get a weight we can throw it at his chest as we leave the room."

"Will you just shut up," Rexan said slowly pushing himself off his bed. "I woke up around ten minutes ago, but when I tried to go back to sleep, somebody decided to poke me with a pencil." Stretching out his hand the mechanical pencil flew out of Aeron's fingers and stopped just before it hit Rexan's palm. "So let me make one thing abruptly clear," he said as a crack appeared on the pencil. "If every morning you try to wake me up by jabbing me with a pencil," several more cracks appeared, "This will happen to your face." Just as he finished the mechanical pencil broke into several thousand plastic shards before all colliding together into a small ball of melted plastic from the impact. "Understand?"

There was a complete silence in the room as Rexan let the plastic ball drop to the floor and get out of bed. The other three team members simply watched as he walked over to the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

"Well, that was mildly terrifying," Scott said breathing a sigh of relief as he pulled on his school uniform dress shirt.

"ONLY MILDLY?!" Aeron shouted then pointed at the pencil ball. "NEITHER OF YOU WERE IN ANY DANGER!"

"Oh calm down," Tiviah waved her off throwing her uniform jacket to the side and grabbed at her robe. "Anyway, go get changed."

"Fuck you both," Aeron grumbled as she grabbed her uniform off her bed. Then walking over to Tiviah she reached out and stole the necromancer's robe. "No robes. You are going to wear the uniform."

"Come on," Tiviah complained trying to retrieve her robe from the knight who was now holding the balled up robe above her head. "The uniform is too revealing. I like my robe; it makes me feel covered."

"Tough," Aeron said tossing the robe on top of the wardrobe. "You are going to act like a normal girl even if it means extreme sunburn!"

"This is going to be a long four years," Scott said to himself observing the scene in front of him.

"Look on the bright side, it won't be boring," Rexan said right next to him causing Scott to jump.

"When did you get here?" Scott asked him looking over his current outfit to see that he was still wearing his outfit from the other day.

"I just got out of the bathroom," Rexan said then pulled his scroll onto his belt.

"Whatever, just change into your uniform," Scott said making Rexan freeze in the middle of pulling his beam sabers from his desk causing them both to fall onto the floor.

"Why do I have to wear the uniform?" Rexan asked slowly turning his head to face Scott.

"Because it is the school's uniform."

"But I like my outfit," Rexan replied.

"Too bad. If you wear that you'd probably get in truble," Scott reasoned.

Rexan sat still for a couple moments before formulating a plan. "I can just say that it is for religious reasons. Nobody would ask a monk to change into civilian clothes."

"What? But…" Scott froze as Rexan used his semblance to pull his sabers to their clip on his bed. "You know what? I don't even care." Then there was a loud crash on the other side of the room. Looking over to the source of the noise Scott only saw the wardrobe on the ground and Tiviah's robe fallen on Aeron's bed.

"Did they just?" Rexan asked kneeling down to look at the duo trapped inside the wardrobe.

"A little help?" Aeron asked then Rexan lifted up the dresser and placed it back in its original spot using his semblance. Aeron quickly jumped from the floor and threw the robe back onto the wardrobe before Tiviah could even stand up.

"Oh, come on," Tiviah whined trying to jump onto the wardrobe before Aeron caught her by her sides.

"Don't even think about it, we're not dealing with a fallen wardrobe again," Aeron said placing Tiviah next to the bonfire, then she turned to the boys who were simply watching trying really hard not to laugh. "You two, out."

"Alright, just hurry up for classes," Scott said leaving the room with Rexan close behind. "We have around fifteen minutes left before classes start." With one quick wave from Rexan the door closed behind him.

"Did he just?" Aeron asked Tiviah pointing at the door.

"I think he just did."

"You know, I do hate these skirts," Aeron said looking at the outfit laid out on her bed. Thinking for a moment she raised her finger up then looked over to the second wardrobe.

"Aeron, I don't think you're allowed to do that."

"Come on. It'll be fun," Aeron replied giving the scrawny girl a smirk.


"Each of you will be assigned one rocket propelled locker to store your weapons and extra armor," Glynda Goodwitch said giving a quick tour of the combat class's locker room. Scott was listening intently as Glynda explained everything, but Rexan wasn't as much considering he could keep all his weapons and combat attire in a drawer. "Additionally, your locker can be sent to a custom location based on a six digit code." Soon after she had finished the class heard one locker launch from its original position, and one smirking Cardin Winchester walking away from the location looking out the window. "Children," Glynda groaned softly as she turned away and continued the tour.

"You know, I think that was Jaune," Scott remarked as he looked out the window.

"Who?" Rexan asked looking at his leader cocking his head a little.

"Oh yeah, you didn't speak with Ren."

"Who are these people you keep talking about?"

"The people we met yesterday at the temple," Scott said then started pointing out in the group of students in front of them as he said each person's name. "They were Lie Ren, Nora Valkyrie, Pyrrha Nikos, Weiss Schnee, Blake Belladonna, Ruby Rose, and Yang Xiao Long. I talked with Ren and Jaune a bit after initiation, but you didn't have a chance to meet them since you went to the infirmary with Tiviah and Aeron. We'll meet up with them at lunch."

"I think I've heard one of those names before," Rexan said pulling out his scroll.

"Hey, pay attention," Scott said elbowing Rexan in the ribs causing him to cringe.

"Ow, bruised ribs."

"Doesn't matter," Scott said pointing to Glynda who opened a storage room housing a large number of AK-130 robots.

"As you can see here we have several Model-130 Atlesian Knights," Glynda said motioning toward the robots. "Thanks to a deal between Headmaster Ozpin and General Ironwood, when the Atlesian Knight models are upgraded, the previous models are donated to Beacon Academy for the students to spar with. We have an ample number of them and receive new shipments monthly, so feel free to use them in your training."

'This could be useful,' HK-47 said in Rexan's earpiece causing him to scowl.

"HK, we both know that could be a bad idea," Rexan whispered back accidentally getting Scott's attention.

"What would be a bad idea?" he asked in a hushed tone to avoid eavesdroppers.

"HK has been trying to get me to a combat robot for a while now saying he could assist in combat rather than just scanning the enemy and telling me the weak points."

"Is that a bad thing, we could use all the help we could get."

"It is a bad thing," Rexan replied taking the earpiece out of his ear. "HK-47 was originally designed for the purpose of being a combat robot program, but when he was activated he killed the specialists leaving me alive saying he was going to be my servant."

"Why did he kill the others?"

"He mentioned something about that he could only have one master and that I was lucky," Rexan said pinching the bridge of his nose. "So what I had him do was transfer onto my scroll so I could destroy the combat robot. He has been with me ever since then, so he's the closest thing I have to family ever since my teacher left. So, if he were to transfer his programing onto a combat robot there is a possibility of human casualties."

"Hey guys," Aeron greeted them both breaking the seriousness within a moment. "Sorry we were late. Tiviah was being stubborn so I had to forcefully put the uniform on her."

Rexan quickly looked at Tiviah who had a face of mild annoyance. "What are you, six?"

"Hippocrite," Tiviah replied looking at Rexan's current outfit.

Then Rexan glanced over to Aeron and noticed something. "Are those my pants?"

"Well, kinda," she replied placing her hands on her hips. "You weren't going to wear the uniform and I personally don't like skirts. I thought you wouldn't mind."

"Fine, fine," Rexan said walking past her. "But I'm pretty sure it's supposed to be me trying to get in your pants."

"Did he just?" Aeron asked pointing at Rexan as he walked into the crowd of students smirking.

"I have a sense of deja vu," Tiviah said rubbing her temples.


"Alright, so Jaune and Ren said that they'll be seated somewhere near the middle of the lunchroom," Scott said leading his team through the cafeteria. "They're actually pretty cool people. Rex, you might like Ren, he also has the whole monk look."

"I'm not a goddamn monk," Rexan groaned as he caught sight of the multi-colored group of eight sitting at a table with Ren and Jaune waving at Scott. "I think I see them."

"Hey guys," Scott greeted them as he sat next to Jaune. "This is the rest of my team." He gestured to Rexan sitting next to him and the two girls sitting across from him.

"Enjoy your trip?" Rexan asked Jaune who chuckled and scratched the back of his head.

"I didn't land that far from school," Jaune replied.

"Doesn't change the fact," Rexan said looking over the group, then his eyes passed over Ruby and Weiss, "Something tells me there is a lot of tension in the air."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Weiss asked him causing Rexan to jump.

"Nothing."

"What is with your getup?" Yang asked him.

"Why am I suddenly the center of attention?"

"Maybe because this is your exposition chapter," Nora suggested only to be shushed by Ren.

"Don't break the fourth wall," Ren said covering her mouth.

"Maybe because you're not wearing the Beacon uniform," Pyrrha suggested pointing at Rexan's tunic.

"It is comfortable and easy to breathe in," Rexan reasoned. "Not to mention I was raised to live a humble lifestyle by my first teacher, so the uniform seems alien to me."

"You keep saying that," Tiviah said confusing Rexan.

"I think that was the first time I said the uniform was alien," Rexan replied cocking his head to the side.

"No, not that. You keep saying your first teacher," she said causing Rexan to freeze.

"Sorry, bit of a habit," he said then sighed, "When I was really young my parents entrusted a person to teach me a lot of things, mostly to use my power responsibly. My semblance is… interesting. You know that some semblances are common or hereditary, mine isn't. Only a couple hundred people get it a generation which may seem like a large number, but compared to the population of Remnant, it is small.

"So, I was trained by the man who took me away from my parents for several years," he chuckled, "When I started going to school the class treated me as a weird kid, but my teacher taught at the school so he would punish the kids who picked on me. Then when I switched schools my teacher got a job at Signal Academy for the first year."

"You went to Signal?" Yang and Ruby both asked somewhat shocked.

"Well, only for most of the first year. I'm sure you remember Yang; we were in the same class at the time, you had your hair in pigtails at the time." Blake and Ruby both chuckled at the thought much to Yang's displeasure. "But anyway, after some accident in the third quarter my teacher died forcing me to move. Then I met my second teacher and he taught me some things for about two years before he left. So anyway, I was taught by two people. There, are we done with my stupid backstory?" he asked looking towards the sky.

J. Van A: Oh yeah, I think we got the point across.

"Aww, why does he got to break the fourth wall and I can't?" Nora whined only to be hushed by Ren again.

"J. Van A is having trouble writing dialogue for this chapter so he probably decided to add a bit of humor into the chapter," Ren explained to the hyperactive girl.

"Fanfiction is weird," Yang said earning a nod from her sister.

"I know what you mean," Blake said placing her book down and pulling up the fanfiction website up on her scroll. "There seems to be a large number of 'shippings' that is between you and me, and the others between Ruby and Weiss. It is strange even though the team SSSN is clearly the complement team to ours."

"What now?" Ruby asked cocking her head to the side.

"We're getting too far away from the fanfic," Weiss said slumping her head down. "This seems like something J. Van A should put in the author's note at the end."

J. Van A: How do you know we aren't already done with the chapter?

"Because you haven't gotten close to 3,000 words."

J. Van A: *sigh* fine, everybody forget everything from when Rexan started to break the fourth wall to now. Now, onto a later part of the day!


"So, last class!" Aeron exclaimed wrapping her arm around Tiviah's shoulders. "And only after that mild group amnesia we had at lunch and the fact Rex and I got dress coded twice, we finally made it through the day."

"Yeah, yeah," Rexan said waving her off. "We didn't even get in any real trouble. Goodwitch believed my religious reasons excuse and since Aeron wasn't dressed provocatively, she didn't get in any trouble. Anyway, Scott, what's our last class?"

"Negotiations and Hostage Exchange," Scott said reading off the paper. "This is a lot of bull. RWBY and JNPR have Grimm Studies this hour, but we had to have it last hour. And none of us even got to fight that boarbatusk, Port had some freaking second year hipster kid fight it using his cutlasses."

"Well, negotiations are one of my specialties," Rexan said walking into the classroom. "My first teacher was very good at negotiations, so this should be a breeze."

"Really, a breeze?" a voice said from the opposite side of the large room. Looking over they saw a woman in a neat black suit with a red tie. She had shoulder length brown hair, blue eyes, and a large smirk from hearing Rexan's comment. "Take your seat."

"Yes. ma'am," Rexan said walking over to his seat.

The rest of team STAR followed close behind and soon the classroom was filled. The woman from before then walked into the middle of the room and placed a stack of papers on the secondary desk.

"My name is Liza Neros, and I am the teacher for Negotiations and Hostage Exchange. The class itself is pretty self explanatory; for the year I will teach you all how to properly execute negotiations and hostage exchanges for the future since as hunters and huntresses you may end up in certain situations that will require you to partake in life or death negotiations," she said walking in front of the desk to sit on the desktop. "Now, this talent for negotiations may come natural to some people, but some others may need some work. So, I will give each student one chance to attempt to convince me to allow them to automatically pass this class with flying colors without having to do any work. So," she said pulling out her class list, "Mr… Ando? Since negotiations are one of your specialties, would you like to try and convince me to pass you?"

"Are you trying to challenge me?" Rexan asked with a small smirk on his face.

"Am I?" she asked him with a similar smirk forming on her face.

"Well then," Rexan said leaving his desk, "let's see who wins."

"Rex, it's a trap," Scott said trying to get his teammate to sit back down.

"Most likely, but I think I can show you guys why my semblance is ineresting," Rexan replied giving his team a cocky smile as he passed through the rows of desks to the front of the room.

"So, let's see you try your hardest," she said giving him a challenging glare.

"I know you want me to fail hard at this getting rid of my one chance to get out of this class," Rexan said getting a nod from the teacher. "So, let me try this." He waved his hand in front of the teacher causing her glare to turn into a distant look. "You are going to pass me with flying colors and will not require me to attend class, but I will attend class and you won't mind if I leave classes early." As he finished he waved his hand back breaking her distant look.

She blinked a couple of times before shaking her head slightly messing up her hair. "Well Mr. Ando, I have been teaching this class for seven years, and never once has anyone convinced me on the first day."

"And?"

"And you may leave if you like," she responded gesturing towards the door shocking the whole class. "I will see you around, Mr. Ando," she finished just as he left the room. "Now, would anyone else like to try?"


"Interesting," a voice said to Rexan as he passed around the corner stopping him in his tracks. Looking to the source of the noise Rexan saw Headmaster Ozpin standing there after witnessing what had just happened in the Negotiations and Hostage Exchange classroom. "I have never once seen a student convince Ms. Neros to let them pass the class on the first day."

"Well, I did kinda cheat a little," Rexan replied scratching the back of his head.

"Not exactly," Ozpin said leaning on his cane. "One thing Ms. Neros never mentions till the second semester is that during a hostage exchange, if there is anything you can do to convince the opposing party to release the hostages, then it is not cheating. The same thing goes for negotiations. So, if your semblance can convince people to do whatever you want, then by all means, use it. I am just glad you plan on learning to be a hunter so you can use your semblance for good."

"Right, good evening, professor," Rexan said waving to Ozpin as he walked away.

"I wonder if she even knows?" Ozpin asked himself silently as he continued down the hallway in the direction towards the Grimm Studies classroom.


'Master Rexan, might I suggest something?' HK-47 asked as Rexan left the cafeteria after a quick supper.

"What is it, HK?" Rexan asked through the earpiece.

'If you plan to take your trip to Vale in the next few weeks, might I suggest you bring backup?'

"What do you mean, bring one of the others along?"

'Not exactly. Those meatbags are inefficient for protecting you. If you were to allow me to enter an AK-130 unit, I could develop a body fully capable of protecting you. My main programming is to ensure your safety.'

"If that is so, what is stopping you from doing this on your own?"

'Because I need confirmation. You may supervise me and at any time you could cancel my directive forcing me back into your scroll. Knowing your 'friends' located in Vale, my plan is the best course of action.'

Rexan sighed, heart beating faster than normal. "How long would this take?"


Now, how was that? Rexan has mind control powers, reasons why explained later, somewhat sciency answer.

This ending is also connected to briefcase #66 from the previous chapter which will be explained later.

One more thing, I will not make this story a YangXOC story like my other one was briefly. I threw in him going to Signal because I wanted to, and it may be a bit important later.

And if you have noticed that there will be some perverted jokes between Rexan and Aeron, there will be oh so many more in the future.

Have a nice day,

-J. Van A