Hawk Rifle!~ Hey everyone, I know this is a bit of a drastic change, but I've taken Capone Bege and swapped him out for a different One-Piece character. I know this might come off as sudden, but when I was preparing the drafts for Menagerie and future arcs to come, I found myself delving more and more into Bege and steering away from Hawkins.

I have to remain firm in my decisions, and I think my initial declaration of there not being any other supernovas in Remnant is a promise I must uphold in this Fanfic. Don't worry though, after I've modified a few of the chapters things will get back in line no problem.

The next chapter is gonna be a lot of fluff with Trifa, Jaune, and Emerald. Along with an exciting return of Fiona Thyme and Shyarly. After that, will be a four-year time skip making Jauney boy reach double digits at the age of 10.

Also in this chapter and time, Roman is 14 years old and Neo is 7.

Not much for this author's note, so with that cheers everyone and happy reading!


While the moon shined with promises for the Hawkins family, other developments in Vacuo were on the rise. Upset with the lost lead of the spring maiden, Salem decided it was time to send a proper warning for those who disappointed her. Tyrion was her first option, but seeing he and Watts were busy in Mantle, she decided to ask another charismatic figure who hopefully was more level headed than the scorpion Faunus to get some answers.

"P-Please, I swear to Oum that I don't know what happened! Amaryllis should have been headed toward Vacuo when she abandoned her position here, and there have been sightings of her through the security cameras at the docks and airship platforms. I've told you all that I know, so please let me be!"

The esteemed headmaster of Haven academy whimpered behind his desk. Sweat soaked his beard as his brown eyes focused on the intimidating individual. The daunting man before him was not who the headmaster was expecting, standing in a hunched position with his hands in his pockets, the short-haired blonde man looked around the office with an apathetic expression.

"Fufufu, I don't really care what the old pale-skinned hag wants, but I don't like wasting my time in fruitless chases, Lionheart. I'm sure you can arrange a better lead for me on the spring maiden if you try." His pink feathered coat swished around his knees as he eyed the books on the office shelves.

"I-I can arrange a meeting with the council members of the other kingdoms to see if anyone has seen Amaryllis, but I need more time in order to do so." Lionheart gulped. His brown coat tumbling off his chair from all his trembling.

"And how long will that take? The witch is going to have another meeting soon, and if I'm the only one who shows up empty-handed, Gator boy and Leopard tail are going to have bragging rights over me. I can't allow my reputation to sink among the inner circle hierarchy. Otherwise, I'd be stuck doing petty jobs like Custard."

His red shades reflecting the dim lights of the room, the man seemed more like a giddy demon to Lionheart instead of an actual man. Forcing all the courage from his throat, Lionheart offered a different proposition.

"There are hunters and huntresses Salem would like disposed of. Here, I can pull up the huntresses file right now if you want."

Lionheart reached for the drawers of his desk, but a raised hand from the blonde man froze him in his tracks. The blonde cupped his chin in a nonchalant manner and hummed. He wasn't against the idea, but if he did perform this service for the witch, Lucci might take all the credit.

"Nah, Leopard tail has already been assigned the task of assassination, why don't you give me something else to cure my boredom?" Slamming his hands against the desk the man's shadow loomed over Lionheart, his maniacal grin begging for a worthy response.

"T-There is the issue with Custard, it seems she has fled from her punishments after failing Carmel, and no one seems to know where she is. Perhaps you could start digging up some information on her whereabouts?" The headmaster said meekly.

The man gave a long sigh and stepped back. He didn't feel like searching for some failure, but perhaps he could toy with Custard before killing her in the witch's name. Speaking of the witch, another voice made itself heard as the doors of the office were opened by a Seer Grimm.

"Really Doflamingo, is this any way to treat your allies?" Salem chided. She sat upon her throne in the main hall as she spoke into a linked Seer Grimm.

"Fufufufu, speak of the devil here comes the pale hag or at least a feeble projection of her, but it's still as ugly! So, you got any missions for me?" Doflamingo smirked as a vein bulged in the corner of Salem's forehead.

"Even if I gave you a mission Doflamingo, you'd refuse it just to spite me. But... As a matter of fact, I do have a task, I have received word from Tyrian and Watts and It would appear they are in need of your assistance. I tried to get Crocodile to head over there, but he said he's following a lead in Vale. And with Lucci hunting down the silver-eyed warrior, you're the only one who's available at the moment." She said with a frown.

"Hoh, that is good news. The snobby scientist and the scorpion psychopath. I can't wait to see them again." Doflamingo chuckled and strutted to the open windows of the room.

"One more thing Doflamingo." Salem clasped her hands on her lap and shot the former warlord a deadly cold glare.

"Should you take that tone with me again, I'll be sure to use you as an example for the others."

Doflamingo rolled his eyes and stuck up his nose. With a toothy smirk, he kicked open the window and hopped onto the windowsill.

"You can try to chop off my head, but I'm sure you'll lose far more than I will. Besides, who else can make those dull meetings enjoyable?" Doflamingo chortled. His upbeat tune filling the air as he leaped from the window to the skies above. Attaching his strings to the nearby clouds, Doflamingo made his way to the Mistralian airports. However, he still had a scroll call to make.

"Oi Vergo, have you finished your mission yet?"

Peering down to his screen, Doflamingo flew down to the roof of a nearby building and perched himself on its edge. The familiar face of someone he thought had long since passed, Doflamingo couldn't help but smile as a black-haired man with short dark hair, a beard, sideburns, and sunglasses picked up. A piece of grilled steak plastered to his cheek, Vergo dusted off his trench coat and cleared his throat.

"I hate to be the one to deliver bad news Doffy, but Atlas is off-limits for the time being." Vergo appeared to be in a warehouse of some kind, with crates of dust stacked evenly behind him.

"Hm? How so, I thought after we robbed Mantle of its resources the floating Kingdom was next?" Doflamingo sighed.

"There are a couple of old geezers who popped up, and when you hear who they are even you'll be reluctant to step foot in those cold borders." Vergo adjusted the collar of his trench coat then messaged two names for his captain.

"This isn't the grande-line, and you lost your title as warlord anyway, and I doubt these old-timers would simply sit aside while we steal Atlas' supplies. Ironwood also seems to be a collected and calm fellow, so he bears watching." His report delivered, Vergo gave a polite goodbye then returned to work.

On Doflamingo's end, he sported a full frown as he read the names Vergo had given him.

"To think those old bastards would be in Remnant as well." He grumbled as a malicious sparkle glittered in the corners of his sunglasses.


"And that's the whole story," Hawkins said in an annoyed tone. He'd spent the entire morning until noon explaining the events in Vacuo at the kitchen table, and Carla and Sam were finally satisfied.

"Well, what matters at the end of the day is that you and Jaune are alive Hawkins." Sam grinned.

"Though, we have to find a place for that giant bear friend of yours to stay. I don't like leaving him out in the cold every night, but none of the houses in the agricultural district has space for such a person. In fact, I don't think Vale has any doorways that Kuma can fit through without hunching over." Carla added.

"I'll provide the funds for an expansion of the home we have now then. Seeing that Funkfreed caused half of it to cave in any way, this is a good opportunity to update the place." Hawkins replied.

"R-Really Hawkins? We can't have you empty your pockets after being away for so long. It wouldn't feel right." Sam rubbed the back of his neck. Since when did Hawkins become so considerate?

"We have nothing to fear in the terms of lien. I will drop by at Tukson's store later with the new novel of my series ready to print. There's a 98% chance this title of mine is going to fly off the shelves." Hawkins said calmly.

"Also, please keep an eye on Jaune and make sure he doesn't do anything stupid. I've already ordered him to keep his new talents hidden, but he's still a naive novice when it comes to handling such a power."

Hawkins sipped the last of his lemon tea and adjusted the sleeves of his coat. Carla had been horribly frantic when he and Jaune didn't return from their vacation on time, so to calm her nerves she had spent the entire time knitting and weaving new clothes for the stoic magician and his son.

The end result was several ruffled collared sweaters for Jaune, along with shorts and pants that when folded and stacked, could fill the entire backyard shed. The same had been done for Hawkins, and the magician even offered a polite nod of gratitude.

Now adorned in a dark green coat with a ruffled collar, Hawkins sported a pair of black pants and a dark blue sash that snuggly wrapped his waist with a set of walnut colored boots and matching laces. His chest and abs exposed once more for all to see, Hawkins let out a sigh of relief as he stepped through the doors of his home. The sun basking his pale skin, Hawkins began the trek down the winding paths of the agricultural district he'd missed for so long.

Meanwhile, a certain magician in training was busy getting his best friend up to date with all of his new developments. From what Jaune observed, Trifa had changed slightly from the months he hadn't seen her. She allowed the bangs on the left side of her face to grow long, making her right eye stand out. She was also the same height as Jaune now, or rather Jaune was as tall as Trifa.

Other than that, Trifa was the same spider Faunus Jaune had come to appreciate and respect. Situated on the outskirts of the farmlands were Jaune, Trifa, and Emerald who were skipping stones across the river. Though they wondered why the bridge was destroyed, Jaune performed a tarot draw and concluded a 55% chance of a fight to be the cause of the damage. Jaune decided to leave out the fact that there was a 72% chance his father was the culprit.

"So how does your sword turn into an elephant again?" Trifa eyed the enormous animal whose trunk was plunged into the lake as he took gulps of water to spray into his mouth.

"His name is Funkfreed Trifa, and I have no idea how he's able to transform. All I know is that he can do it and it's awesome. It's like having an extra pal in combat and nifty whenever I get into a pinch. He's saved both me, my dad, and Minty plenty of times in Vacuo." Jaune said proudly.

"So, Trifa, wanna see my new power?" Jaune grinned from ear to ear. He promised Hawkins that he wouldn't display his new abilities to the public, but in a secluded area with only his sister and best friend around, it was okay to show it off right?

"New power?" Trifa raised a brow and gestured for Jaune to continue. Emerald on the other hand was reluctant. She didn't want to break a sweat first thing in the morning due to a dancing act.

"Yeah Trifa, all you gotta do is rub my stomach!" Jaune whipped off his shirt exposing his skin to the warm sun and patted above his belly button to show where his best friend was supposed to rub.

Emerald choked on her spit, and Trifa's eyes widened while her jaw slacked. Did Jaune really ask such a thing? Sure he was only six years old... but to make such a bold demand was unexpected even from him. Jaune tilted his head as he observed the muddled expressions being sent his way.

Jaune peered down to the shirt he'd tossed aside, and once he realized what he'd done and asked a bright red hue spread across his cheeks.

"Hehe, I guess that was a little out of line there huh? Sorry about that." Jaune said awkwardly then picked up his shirt and shook off the dirt and grass bits.

"Gosh, you're as oblivious as ever Jaune." Trifa scolded, the boy winced as a plethora of criticisms were brought down upon him, but oddly enough a stern voice came to his defense.

"Hey, leave my big brother alone, he didn't hurt you or anything." Emerald crossed her arms and positioned herself next to Jaune.

The blonde boy flashed her an appreciative smile, but Trifa was ticked. Jaune's supposed sister didn't respond to her last night when she tried to ask her a few questions, so how come she interrupts when she and Jaune are talking? Trifa squinted her eyes at the younger girl, but from Emerald's experiences with Vernal, she was used to dealing with bullies.

"Jaune just got back from Vacuo, so you shouldn't be spouting rude remarks at him. It's not nice." Emerald huffed.

"I'm his best friend, I'm allowed to say whatever I want to him." Trifa snapped back.

"Um, it's okay Minty..." Jaune tried to interject but his presence was pushed aside as the two girls continued to bicker.

"If you're his best friend then you shouldn't be such a meanie. Then again, Jaune did say you could be difficult. I guess he was telling me the truth." Emerald crossed her arms and sneered at Trifa.

The blunette's gaze switched to Jaune with a hurt look. Trifa wasn't mean, she was protective that's all...

"I-I didn't mean it like that Minty, Trifa isn't like Hedgehog. Sure, she can be a little hard to approach, but she's my best friend for a reason!" Jaune protested.

His words only added more fuel to the fire. Emerald smirked as Trifa's mood dampened.

Jaune didn't like being the center of attention anymore, so he tried to veer the crumbling situation down a new path. "Um, why don't we go back to skipping stones, I have a few more in my pockets we can use. Heh, I bet you guys can't beat my all-time record!"

Presenting a clump of flat and smooth pebbles to the two girls, Emerald took a few as did Trifa. However, the hand of the spider Faunus was a tad more aggressive than his sister and took her stones with a huff. Jaune beamed a toothy smile as he threw the first toss and earned himself two skips. A breakthrough from his previous record of one skip.

Thinking the mood had been saved, Jaune was oblivious to the rising tension around him. Every time Trifa would chuck a stone across the calm river, Emerald would follow up right after and surpass the number of skips the Faunus produced. Emerald didn't show it, but she was secretly giddy at how she trounced Trifa's attempts to show off were squandered as her expression soured with each passing minute. "Hah! Six skips Jaune, try to beat that!" Trifa gloated. Her hands on her hips, she shot her blonde friend a mischievous smile as he lowered his head in defeat.

"I've only been able to get two skips at most." He mumbled.

"Plunk plunk plunk plunk plunk plunk plunk!~"

"Looks like I hit seven. Are we going to start bets?" Emerald snickered at the fuming visage of Trifa. Her cheeks puffed and eyes narrowed, she picked up another stone and threw it but only managed to hit five skips much to Emerald's amusement.

"T-The number of skips doesn't mean anything!" Trifa shouted.

"What? You're only saying that because I won. Talk about a sore loser." Emerald scoffed.

"There are plenty of other games I can beat you at Minty!" Trifa hollered, pointing an accusing finger at the green-haired girl.

"Only Jaune is allowed to use my nickname! Actually, maybe you and my big brother aren't that close." Emerald's words earned a curled brow from Trifa.

"I mean, Jaune comes up with nicknames for everything, even Vernal the bully back in Vacuo was given one. Yet, for some strange reason, he only calls you by your actual name. Odd isn't it?"

Trifa felt as if a bullet of dejection had pierced her heart. Scowling at Emerald, she turned to Jaune with a pleading expression and trembling smile. A bead of sweat rolled down the boy's forehead. He had tried to bestow a nickname upon his best friend, but whenever he did the name was shot down immediately. Why is it only now Trifa wants one?

"Of course I have a nickname for my best friend!" Jaune announced with false bravado. He puffed out his chest and racked his mind for any possible nicknames that wouldn't annoy his best friend.

"It's... um..." Jaune stammered.

Trifa resorted to full-blown puppy dog eyes and the most adorable pout she could muster. The force of her cuteness battering Jaune's passion to an all-new level, he blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

"It's Silk-moon! Yeah, because of your cool spider webs Trifa and from all the times we spent on the roof at night!" Jaune smiled his trademark goofy smile and raised two thumbs up toward his best friend.

"That sounds lame." Emerald quipped.

"I think it sounds sweet~" Trifa tilted her head in a bashful manner with her hands on her blushing cheeks. Though she squeaked and averted her gaze when Jaune tried to catch a glimpse of her face.

Jaune sighed a breath of relief. "Um, guys, how about we head back home for lunch? I think Grandma Carla made some apple crumble..."

Jaune felt his ire rise as Trifa and Emerald continued to try and get one point over the other as they followed behind Jaune. Tossing heartfelt stories about their times with the blonde boy for the rest of the trip.

"Well, at least they aren't using their fists..." Jaune grumbled as he led the way home.


"Hawkins!" Tukson cheered as the blonde magician stepped through the front door.

"When Carla and Sam said you were missing, I thought you were off doing your own thing again, I'm glad your back in one piece though." Still sporting his usual attire, he left the front desk and extended a hand for a firm handshake.

"Sam and Carla have probably bugged you for all the details so I won't pry, but can you at least give me a brief summary?" Tukson asked.

Hawkins told his friend the same story he did for Carla and Sam, when the memory was done with, Tukson gave a few comments here and there and returned to business.

"I do have something that might interest you, Hawkins." Tukson returned behind his desk and retrieved a large flyer. The image of Sora the warrior of the sea was proudly posing with his seagull Faunus at his side.

"Sora the movie?" Hawkins curled a brow. He hadn't invested in a movie company, and Tukson wouldn't have arranged it without his permission.

"A lot of producers are looking for the author's approval, they've been sending me scripts for weeks now begging me to get you to sign a contract." Tukson handed the poster to Hawkins who already had a skeptical outlook.

"Hand me the most promising scripts and I'll select which one to pick. If any of them offer less than a 70% profit I will decline them no matter who they are." Hawkins said bluntly.

Tukson chuckled and pulled out the scripts. Many of them were lacking in plot and were merely leeching off the already famous Sora, so the obvious choice remained.

"I will write a new script worthy of my novel, give me four years and you will have a movie unlike any other," Hawkins said.

"F-Four years Hawkins?" Tukson coughed.

"I will not have Sora's name dragged through the mud because a greedy producer is hoping to earn a quick bundle of lien. Until then, reject any offer for a movie and do not mention my name by any means. Do you understand?" Hawkins stood tall and shot Tukson a stoic glare.

A bead of sweat rolled down the Faunus' cheek, but he noticed a hint of a smirk on the magician's face. Was Hawkins teasing him for the heck of it? Perhaps the blonde man did change for the better after his extended vacation. He was definitely easier to converse with and approach that's for sure.

"Oh, by the way, Hawkins, there's a man who's been asking for you specifically. He comes by every now and then, and he gave me this business card hoping it would reach you when you returned."

"Vito the gunslinger?" Hawkins muttered.

"Ding~" As if on queue, the store bell rang a second time and echoed over the bookshelves. Walking in, was none other than the most frequent visitor since his first appearance. Adorned in his trademark magenta suit and bowler hat, his eyes widened behind his small shades as his tongue curled through his long grin that stretched from ear to ear.

"Tukson, I've come to purchase the Sora the warrior novels you reserved for me. Also, it's nice to finally meet the esteemed author of the series-rero."

Hawkins stiffened, if this man knew his true identity, then he might have to disappear. Feeling a malicious aura that stemmed from the blonde man before him, Vito raised his hands with an apologetic smile on his face.

"Don't worry Hawkins, I'm not planning to muscle in on your business or expose you, I'm actually your number one fan-rero!"

Hawkins' scowl cooled as he eyed the man with a suspicious glare. He took out his tarot cards and performed a few draws, and was happy to see this Vito fellow only had a 4% chance of desire to rat him out.

"Anyhow, I've been wanting to talk to you for a while-rero. Would you happen to have some spare time? There's a nice coffee shop where we can discuss things. I'll even pay for your drink and meal-rero." Vito tipped his hat and took out some lien for his books which Tukson had placed on the counter for him.

Hawkins would have declined, but his home was currently under construction from Funkfreed's carelessness. Heaving a sigh, Hawkins complied with Vito's offer and the two left the bookstore.

"So you're a hunter Vito?" Hawkins asked as he sipped his black coffee. On an outside table of a local coffee shop, two men who dwarfed those around them chatted about old times and their past lives in the grande-line. Then Hawkins remembered the card Tukson had given him regarding Vito's new profession.

"Nyororo! It's a simple profession for a man of my ability, and seeing that I don't have my captain to follow anymore, I'm putting my combat abilities to good use and earning myself an honest living. For the most part anyway-rero." Vito replied.

While a talkative sort, Vito was surprisingly polite and didn't speak past his respective boundaries. The conversation was pleasant, to say the least. As the memories of the old days raced through Hawkins' mind, he felt at ease at how simple it was to admit his failures as a pirate.

"So you were one of the right-hand men under Capone 'Gang' Bege of the Firetank pirates?" Hawkins reached for another honey-glazed biscuit.

"That's right-rero. I netted myself a bounty of 95,000,000 berries and proudly served the father of our faction. Though, at times I do wonder how they're doing without me. I was responsible for attending all meetings as both an advisor for father and muscle if required-rero. You should have seen us when we entered the new world! Father's expression when our ship was lifted into the sky was priceless-rero!" Vito looked to a fluffy cloud in the sky with a melancholic expression plastered on his face.

Hawkins knew that look all too well, and decided to perform a few tarot draws for his new friendly acquaintance.

"Don't worry Vito, there's a 93% chance that your captain and cohorts are alive." Hawkins's words filled the gunslinger with gratitude.

"By any chance Vito, have you tried searching the other kingdoms to see if any of your other crewmembers made it to Remnant? I've already encountered a few in the six years that I've been here, and I even have a former warlord patiently waiting for me back home."

Vito choked at the mention of a warlord. "Is there somebody that strong here-rero?!"

Hawkins nodded. "Fear not, Kuma is a docile sort and he is far from his prime. Should you meet him he'll probably leave you alone."

"That's a relief-rero." Vito patted his chest and sipped some coffee to calm his nerves. "I have ventured out to the numerous kingdoms, but I haven't been lucky with Mantle and Mistral. They're not all that appreciative of a 'chameleon' Faunus entering their borders for no good reason. I didn't expect Remnant to be this racist, but that's just on the surface. There's plenty of good-hearted folks who treat me with respect, but not as many as I'd like-rero."

"By the way Hawkins, I've been told by Tukson that you can deduce the chances of certain outcomes correct?" Vito asked.

The magician nodded. "I can, but only for certain and individual scenarios. For example, if I have a 90% chance to win a fight, that's only for the fight itself. I need more time to include other variables such as possible interference from outside forces or sudden shifts in terrain. All because my tarot readings offer one outcome, it doesn't mean it's secured if it's in the positive."

"Then could you see if you can predict if any of my crewmates are in Remnant-rero?" Vito's tone was close to begging. He was a loyal subordinate, and he viewed his fellow pirates as family. That was how Capone considered him, Gotti, Chiffon, and their son Pez anyway.

Hawkins shrugged. There was no harm in doing Vito this one service, and to the blonde magician's expectations, the odds were zero.

Hawkins didn't say anything, but from his expression Vito understood.

"It's alright Hawkins, as long as they're alive that's all that matters to me-rero!


Shifting in the darkness of stacked crates of dust and cargo alike, one boy and a girl with long split hair of pink and brown scampered across a long line of boats perched on the docks for departure.

"Come on Neo, we gotta get on that ship headed for Vale no matter what! I'm not staying here in the slums of Mantle forever, and neither are you!" A boy with short curly orange hair and bright green eyes tipped his raggy bowler hat and ushered his newfound friend inside through the back entrance of the ship.

Neo shook her head, in fear of the journey to come if they were to leave the recognizable territory of Mantle.

"Come on Neo, you trust me don't you? I'd never steer you wrong on purpose!" Roman begged his friend to gather courage, and to his surprise, the mute complied. Clambering inside a half-loaded crate, the two partners in crime closed the lid and waited to be loaded into the ship destined for Vale.

"Hey, Neo, we got lucky here too, they've got snacks galore in this box!"