Hi the author, here. It's been quite a few years since I wrote anything. I had an old fic here that seemed quite popular that I took down out of embarrassment. Anyways I hope you can give this story a chance. Trust me this AU will go places and things will hopefully get done and be more interesting for you all. I know the prologue isn't the best but I hope you all read on ahead and provide some feedback, I'm relearning all of this after all and would love to not have my hopes brutally crushed. (^-^;;;)

K'duh, K'duh, K'duh

The sound of heavy boots trending on roof top pavement filled the air as the man walked to ledge. He got onto one knee, picking up his rifle with his left hand looking through the scope on top down to the group of uniformed individuals off at the train depot. There only a few blocks away he could see many familiar sleeveless black hoods, silver fanged masks and white vest with red logo of the White Fang, a canine of some kind with 3 slash marks going diagonally down from right to left, all in red. The White Fang where an extremist group of Fanus, people with animal traits, that were using terrorism and fear to fight for equal rights. The Grimm masks always seem to be some sort of intimidation tactic to the man, as Grimm then to be all sorts of nasty creatures of black, white and red markings, tend to be in the form of animals, tend being a key word. A quick head count revealed about 12 members working together, only 2 with some sort of automatic rifle and the rest carry various assortments of simple melee weapons. Checking further it appears that a few of them where beginning to attach some sort of home-made satchel charge onto individual trains at the depot.

You could have chosen some other time to be doing this, but no, it had to be when I should be at the station for Beacon. Signed the man as he continued looking about. I have half a mind to head out and go home…but if he's here I'll never hear the end of it.

Standing back up he lift the overly design rifle with ease with his left hand, a slightly glow of his semblance at work. It looked like a rather large, clearly not meant to be used on people or smaller grimm. It was easily 6 feet in length, from buttstock to the end of the muzzle, the gun however had strange supports bolted/melded on and braces attach to its sides with splayed out sharpen blades pointing our sideways. Underneath the barrel was attached a folded back blade itself, with a simple press and fold of the grip into it's stock the rifle closed into itself a bit as the tip of the blade flipped out with the splayed bits locking in with a click, a turn of the stock/handle combo released a second click as his now strange great sword was placed on his back, attached to specialized grips to keep it in place. It was a crude and ugly looking thing but it was his own weapon. The only thing off about it was partially down its length as it neared the second lower there were two wide openings on both sides, leaving the grip and its wielder exposed.

Looking ahead he figured that maybe lifting a large slab of metal and plastic onto his pack was probably a poor choice as he noticed increased movement ahead. Signing he stepped onto the ledge and walked right off, slowly stepping down from the roof, his boots lightly giving a purple hue as he seemed to be walking down some invisible stairs. This wasn't his first time dealing with the White Fang and he was sure this wouldn't be his last, he continued walking on down into the dark of the night, keeping his focus on his boots and sword as he walked over to the scene of the soon to be brawl.

"Make sure it's all set up properly, we need to make sure they're all on at once if we want to have enough time to get out of here." A female voice whispered worried about the amount of time it has been taking to set each bomb up, loaded with dust as soon as they were good to go these things could pop at the slightly vibration.

"Hey look I got it, there's no way I'm going to arm them right away, that's what the remote switch is for, right?" Another male voice whispered back as they worked on setting up the few remaining charges they had left. Making these charges weren't easy so they decided on picking on the few busier lines as well as ones where higher-class folk then to take as their targets. The objective was simple, get them ready for the morning rush and once the trains left the stations, boom. Once it was said and done, they would broadcast it was their doing and threaten to blow up more areas if their demands for equality were not meant. They didn't need to respect them of course, fearing them did just as well, but they need to make this statement here, this was a station to Beacon and if someplace like this could be attacked people would have to acknowledge White Fang presence here. Other members where setting up charges as the two rifle men kept watch, there was only so many places people could sneak in by them without them seeing or hearing them. The two glances as the one of the rifle men to the moment to catch his breath leaning against a storage container, standing guard for two hours around was stressful enough as is but things where

"Yo! Do you guys maybe not mind blowing things up?" A somewhat smooth baritone voice came above as the guard looked up seeing two boots planting firmly onto his face as the last thing he saw. The remaining members turned and saw a man standing on top their comrade. From the looks of it he seem to be wearing some a grey hood of over his face, covering a majority his right side, with pieces of armor plates on his chest, shoulders and a gauntlet on his left arm. From what they could tell the rest of his more exposed left side of the clothing looked less impressed, tattered jeans and what looked to be a simple black t-shirt underneath. What drew their eyes however was the revolver and shotgun that seemed to be latched on and dangling on his belt as well as the ridiculous sword on his back, it had to be bigger than him. The stranger rose his left arm up and lift the hood up and they couldn't help but stare. Was this a joke? There was no way this person was a Huntsman, hell his voice didn't even match what they heard a moment ago. It looked like some young teen maybe barely an, he might have not even been 20 yet from the looks of his face, his pale blue eyes and messy hair really didn't sell him off as dangerous. The ridiculous get up made him up look like a movie poster for some bad western. Did he even know who he was messing with?

He couldn't help but role his eyes at their reactions "Look it's a baby face, I can't help it. When I go around telling people I'm a Huntsman I get the looks, I get it. Like really, for once can you guys just believe this guy you see here is like 26, ok? I know I look like I should be attending the academy." He couldn't help but pout a bit, he kinda figured this would happen but he told himself it would be funny to see them lose their minds that "this" was going to stop them. Doesn't look like they're responding, so…

BANG!

In a split second the ringing of the Fanus's ears fade for to realize their only other rifle man was down and out for the count. Looking back at the man, a revolver with a blade sticking out, attached to the barrel and grip was sticking up, and pointed at their newly downed man. "No worries, its rubber bullets. Though to be fair it must really hurt coming out of revolver."

"ARRGH!" Yelled out one of the White Fang rushing towards the man with a spear, another with a sword. The revolver quick pointed towards the sword wielding Fanus, with another loud bang, the man stopped in his tracked as he saw his spear-wielding complain take a stab at the man. With a quick weave back, the spear scrapped against the chest piece as twisted his torso over and he locked the spear into the cress of his elbow. In the momentary hesitation he took a step forward, stepping on the Fanus's toes as he yanked the spear away and took another step in to ram his head against the mask, a gush of blood spurt out beneath it as the White Fang member gripped his face and fell back. Pointing back at the farther few Fanus, he let load his revolver aiming right for their heads with precision, two shots, three shots, four…and then a click. Right, shit… he though as sword swipe went by his face, cutting out a bit of his black hair. Turning his attention to the Fanus he quickly swung the bladed end of his revolver to the man, sure the gun was empty but he wasn't defenseless, or honorable as he rose a kick straight into the Fanus's pride and joy dropping him to his knees before ramming the left's elbow onto the top of the skull seeing him go from his knees to the ground.

"Seriously that's seven down and I only got one arm to use, you guys should leave whatever you have here and go. I promise I won't hunt you down, just go." The remaining 5 took a few steps back before smiling. "Wha-" Before he could even finish the world went diagonal, then sideways, then topsy-turvy as he slammed against another container, the impact making a large dent before he crumpled into the ground. Normally one's aura would do enough to mitigate heavy blows, but it would not be helpful if you didn't catch on to an attack in the first place. His eyes blurry, he saw the shape of someone he clearly didn't account for…a large blur who must have been carrying a sledgehammer got him when he tried to scar off the other White Fang members. He tried to blink and refocus his vision, but he could feel himself fading and fast. Before he knew it, things went dark.

"Hey sleepyhead, wake up." A soft voice called out to him. "Come on Scott, you can't sleep in all day."

"I..gimme ten minutes." He rustled to the side, feeling some sort of sore and have no real mood to wake up.

"If you don't, I won't make you any breakfast for the week." The voiced tease.

"Alright, alright I'm up." The man called Scott sat up and looked about, he was in simple cottage, it was rather spacious and clean turning, he couldn't help but stretch both his arms up as he turned to his left to see a petite peach skinned beauty beside him. Despite her height she clearly had the body of a woman, curves where expected and an ample bosom, not that he noticed too much. She had long auburn hair that on occasional would hide either the one grey and one hazel eye, and soft pink lips he couldn't help but smile at.

"Oh? What's this? You're smiling today, what's the special occasion?"

"I'm just happy to see someone lovely this morning, Aether." He could help but smile a little seeing her. "I could have sworn I had a job do though…"

"Right we got a village to help out today. Just simple transport then you have to head over to Beacon, remember the letter Hawk gave you?" The small woman smiled as she reach over to the counter in their room and passed him a letter with Beacon Academy's seal placed on the back. "I wonder why Ozpin wants to see you, you weren't always the best student around and did cause some trouble with SNDR." She couldn't help and chuckle thinking back to their old days as students in Beacon training to become Huntsmen and Huntresses, making sure the world was just a little bit safer for humanity.

"I honestly don't know but I really can't say I'm feeling it, just thinking about it makes me feel…sleepy." Scott yawned as he plopped back down to bed.

"Nu-uh, no. No sleeping, don't make me use it." With a lift of her finger a spark started to appear as she slowly edged it closer to Scott's exposed back. The hum of electricity was more than enough for her partner to sit right back up and out of bed. Nabbing his clothes and gear he ran into the bathroom. Looking into the mirror he sighed in relief, he knew better than to mess with Aether's semblance, even at minimum amount of the shock would have him feeling it for weeks, again. How much scary can come from such a cute little thing, I swear, he chuckled to himself as he put on his navy-blue jeans and black V-neck t-shirt. He made sure to wash his hair down, straightening it out a little, he remembered how Aether mention he looked better when it wasn't a full mess.

"Alright I'm ready." He stepped out to the smell of omelets in the air. He couldn't help but smile, it was one of the few meals she could cook, and it was pretty taste to him. Breakfast was nice and peaceful with chats about what jobs they must do today from helping the kids get to school, helping complete supply run and the like. Life wasn't always some sort of exciting adventure, but it was peaceful and something he needed. Helping her wash the dishes he started to head out, it was his turn to take the kids to school so he had to be out before she could.

"Alright then Aether, I'm off."

"Take care then, sleepyhead, no sleeping on the job."

"Right, right…well see you later."

"Oh wait before you go there's one more thing."

"Hm?"

"Wake up."

"Wake up man. Wake up. Hey wake up, there's no way he actually killed you right?" Spoke out boisterous tenor. As Scott's eyes slowly focused onto the World around him, he saw a tanned skin man with a hand on his shoulders. He was wearing different shades of grey as a vest pants and shoes as he slowly helped Scott up. Looking at his arm was a hand crossbow attached with some various kinds of bolts with different dust filaments. He could see what look like Javelins on his back in some sort of quiver strapped around him. The man was clearly a bit older and much taller than Scott with want appeared to be plumes of beige feathers sticking out of his elbows. He had a frohawk on his head but unlike his hair, the peak was made of golden-colored feathers almost like a cress. The most important feather was his eyes, hazel and sharp like a...

"Hawk?" Scott questioned as he could feel every bone in his body ache.

"I haven't used "Hawk" in years, it's just William or Will now. You are also getting sloppy; I didn't think I'd need to save you from a bunch of scoundrels." Dorado William Tell was a member of SNDR Scott's old team when he was in Beacon Academy along with teammates Nero Violet and Rojoh Vermillion, people has not seen in years. Finally standing up Scott looked around and saw the last remaining members out cold all around him. Pinned onto a passenger car to his right was the large Wild Fang member, the sledge on the ground as he had several javelins holding his body up like some sort of poster. Hawk helped him up to his feet looking down at his smaller companion, Scott who was patted himself out with his left, making sure not too much gravel stuck to him. Will went over to the large man and seemed to have inject the man with some sort of needle before plucking his Javelins off the clothing one by one.

"What was that?" Scott pondered looking at his old teammate.

"It's all good now, just a simple tranquilizer to keep him asleep until law enforcement arrived. I would like to keep our involvement to a minimum, so I already picked up "our" evidence. You should have received the letter I was told to deliver to you by Ozpin."

"Wait Ozpin had you send it?" Scott could not help but think of the green coat, dark spectacle man. Ozpin was famous even in the small village he was living in. The man led Beacon Academy itself as its headmaster and was even when he was a student. He couldn't image how the man was now, possibly graying by this point in his life. His mind started to wonder if Hawk…he meant Will would have known where to send the message without the man's help. Even after meeting him as a teen he couldn't help but somewhat perplex and suspicious of the Headmaster. He exhumes a feeling of mysteriousness, but the kind Scott couldn't help but find a little uneasy on, as if he had knowledge of things no one else would ever know.

"Well yes. He figured you would come if one of us from the old team had been the recipient. To be quite honest, the fact you even came here speaks loud enough to me." Will gave a half-smile as he helped put Scott's left arm up to his shoulders and started carrying him off. "Mind letting me know what's the deal with your right? I didn't want to pry but this entire time you've been hiding it under the cloak. You know I wouldn't check, but Nero and Rojoh would pester you to no end if you don't give some excuse."

"I broke it."

"You what?"

"I broke my arm."

"Since when?"

"A while ago."

"And you decided to fight 13 people with a broken arm? "

"I used my left."

"As someone who's suppose to be the leader of team SNDR that is by far the stupidest thing you've done since the "Glynda" incident." Will looked aside towards his former team leader's back, seeing the large sword on his back. He could have sworn Scott's old two Halberd/Sniper rifle combination, Sky Piercer, was the weapon he left with one the day he disappeared on them.

"… You know I nearly forgot about that till you reminded me. It's been like 12 years…" He muttered as they limped along. "Let's just get to the station…I'll take the train home now."

"No you won't, you're here so you're coming. If not, I will drag your ass back to Beacon myself. Ozpin has a rather interesting proposition for us that isn't wet works related." Unbeknownst to many, Huntsmen and Huntresses may not necessarily need to hunt Grimm all the time. Ozpin had picked their group in particular for more dirty business, usually around picking off crazed huntsmen or working to ensure certain folks in an inner circle of sorts stayed in power. It was not something anyone in SNDR really questioned, the pay was good and they had a bit more freedom from the government that other Huntsmen would never experience in life. If it wasn't for their "lack" of morality he more than likely wouldn't have chosen them.

"So what is it then?"

"Can't tell you. It is not in my place to say. Once you speak to Ozpin we will see. After all it has to be something special if we're coming on the late night express there. Now don't go being a child about this."

"I hate this."

"And…you start."

The train ride to the city of Vale was a quite a quick one if not awkward for the two men. Will spent time trying to break the ice with his old leader, trying to play catch up and find out where he's been for the last 4 years. However, studying his former leader's face he could see he wasn't going to get anywhere. The walk to Beacon was a silent one, Scott made a few attempts to dash but Will was always the faster of the two. It didn't help that Scott's crude armor plates were clearly weighing him down.

Upon arrive to the large gated campus, Will and Skype both presented their Huntsmen A class IDs at the gate along with some documentations. Beacon at night seem hauntingly quiet, with it going to opened in the next few days there wasn't a soul around except for the occasional night guards. Eyes where one them but Will took care of most of the socializing and showing official documentation, he had been carrying for such the occasion. Entering an elevator Will pressed a select sequence of buttons that they had all personally known, a specific room where Ozpin would debrief them for certain "jobs" he had in store for them.

Entering a dark office space, with hues of greens lighting the floor Scott could see them. Off on a couch sat a dark skin man with large shield, Pride, placed down beside him, Rojoh. He had a rather large build with crimson red dreads, brown eyes and what seem to be a leather jacket with jeans and large black boots. Rojoh looked back at the arrivals as he gave a small smile to Will before locking eyes with Scott, a scowl appeared on his face as he pointed over to the other side.

There sat another man on top what look like some sort of small automaton. He was a rather scrawny man, Nero, even compared to Scott's rather average build. He was dressed in a rather flamboyant purple suit with a gold trims around the collar and cuffs. His glasses reflected the green lights as his teal eyes and blonde hair clashed with the rest of his costume. The automaton seems to be entirely made of steel, and was that a bike seat, handles? Scott could swear he saw some wheels on its legs. Scott could have sworn Caligula did not look like that before, more of an earthen make of a golem. He remembered that Nero was well verse in technology, glyphs, and dust. Nero seemed to look right passed Scott and Will and seemed to have a look of abject horror as he looked at the pair. He looked as if wanted to say something but choose not to, for sitting at his desk at the end of the office stood Ozpin.

Scott couldn't help but take a double take at Ozpin, sure his hair had greyed since he's last saw the man but it really seemed like time has yet to truly touched the man. He looked like he could have been in his 30s but Scott new better. He's been Headmaster for quite a while and outside of his hair he still hasn't aged a day. Will pat Scott on the shoulder and gave him a gentle push forward. Between the four men he clearly stood out, he made sure to keep his cloak on only have the hood down and his crude greatsword exposed to the group.

"Well it's been quite a while Mr. Byia. I had hoped the letter reached you safely."

"It had." Scott spoke up, "Not sure why'd you want 4 Huntsmen turned killers in your prestigious academy, wouldn't want to hurt Beacon's reputation, right?"

"While I had originally plan to not contact you Mr. Tell insisted that reaching you would be for the best of the assignment I have in mind for you. I understood that once I asked each one of you to carry out tasks that would leave scars around the lives of many, I wish to propose something. Think of this as having a "second chance" at an honest living in life. I've already made for the arrangements that once accepted I'll have any of our personal records in our previous relationship scrubbed clean as well as have the other Academies know that your lot will no longer be available to such things as honest, hardworking Huntsmen.

"That honestly sounds like a ton of bullshit to me." Scott retorted, "I already was having my second chance and the moment your letter entered my life…" He could feel his left hand clench a bit. He knew Ozpin to well for this to be something actually good, too many secrets surrounded this man.

"I can ensure you this is no "bullshit" as you speak of it but mind you try to keep up a professional tone when speaking with your employer. Before I let you retort once again, I wanted to show you these two in particular.' He slid two files and photographs before the man as he stepped up and observed. They're…just kids? Scott thought as he looked at the files placed on the desk. One seems to be a young man with rather…rustic attire. A Pair of jeans, a black hoodie, some plating over the clothing, he honestly looked like a cleaner version of himself if he was a blonde. The other photo seem to be of a young lady, maybe too young to Scott's eyes. She was wearing a black long-sleeved dress with a high collar and red lacing up the front. The most notable feather was her red cape and grey eyes…where did he see them before?

"The young man here is Juane Arc of the Arc family and the girl here is Ruby Rose, daughter of Summer Rose."

Arc? Rose? Arc? Rose? The names rattled in his head until he remembered. The fire, the smoke, the snarls. The whisks of red and grey going about and fierce, determined, yellow eyes saving him from nearly being devoured by a pack of Grimm. The two saved him and gave him a sense of purpose from that day seeking to a Huntsmen like them so no one else would suffer. A childish dream really, but something he had believed in.

"As I remember you once told me of two Huntsmen who saved you from a Grimm attack that nearly wiped your village of Cecil. These two are the children of said people who saved you, mind you of separate families. Mr. Arc's records tell of a tale of great promise, but something tells me he needs a few eyes on him to steer him the right direction. As for Ms. Rose she wasn't originally going to attend Beacon Academy, but some circumstances earlier tonight led to me taking her into the academy in order to observe her. I had Glynda take care of some arrangements for me. I may be headmaster here but bumping someone two years ahead of schedule still requires some paperwork."

"And you lost me." Scott turn and slowly began to walk off to the elevator, he had an idea what was about to happen and if it involved these guys, her, and gods know what he's going to be between a rock and a geist.

"I want you to teach these children Mr. Bia. Something tells me this is something you would feel somewhat obligated for, after all these are the children of your saviors. Each member of your team has already accepted to become a part of Beacon's staff and train our future Huntsmen and Huntresses. I have a feeling this year's batch is something special for everyone here at Beacon Academy. So, I want you to teach them as well, you where one of my best students after all and I believe you could teach them what it means to lead a team."

After the works where spoken the silence in the air was choking. Not a word came from Rojoh or Nero as they glared at their former "leader." Will could only look on and try to process what Ozpin was asking of the man who purposely left his team years ago. Scott knew what this meant, he'd be clear of his past and any other burdens he'd built over time, but it also meant working for the man who send him into the abyss in the first place. Ozpin wasn't wrong, Scott did feel some sense of obligation now knowing that these kids existed now. I always wanted to thank their parents but he seemly missed his chance as far as he could remember. The pay would be nice to. He needed the money now more than ever to pay a debt he occurred on his time away.

"Alright right then, but it won't be for leadership, I'll do it for combat training, I won't take it any other way."

"Then I'll leave it to another professor to fulfill the role. I will not ask of you to do something you're not comfortable but if you believe this is the class you wish to teach please sign the documents here."

Scott walk on over to the papers in front of him and rose his left hand, gripping the pen and signing his name away to what he felt like was he devil.

"Mr. Bia, I didn't know you where ambidextrous during your time in the academy."

"I am now."