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Chapter 12: Knightshade

The pair arrived at their hotel to find the doors guarded by men with red shades and red neckties. Their black suits were pressed and fitted with tapered pants legs. Catching his eye, fancy shoes were adorned with silver buckles at the tongue. Upon their waists, a katana was strapped on the left and a pistol on the opposite side. They were imposing and scared the innocent passersby with their assault rifles sling over their shoulders. But as imposing as they set themselves to be, they immediately froze at the sight of their commanding officer and king.

Immediately, the two men bowed in reverence and slight terror. "Your Grace and Lieutenant Belladonna! We have secured the presidential suite for the both of you."

Nodding at the men, the pair walked past them and through the glass revolving doors. Once they entered, Blake's sadness disappeared almost immediately. The two stood close, bombarded with sweet scents and fresh smells. The hotel's lobby was nothing short of a nobleman's castle foyer. Being the son of Valean Nobility, the foyer of the hotel put the Arc Castle to shame. Gazing along, the center of the foyer was decorated with a great red leaved tree. It was most likely harvested from the Forever Fall forest. Surrounding it, dark red bushes and other foliage native to the Forever Fall nestled sweetly against the base of the tree trunk.

Trailing his eyes down, the floors were decorated with polished granite tiles. Carved and painstakingly designed, the tiles were put in such a way that when viewed from above, the symbol of the Kingdom of Vale was made. Smirking at the Junior's choice, he looked up to find more suit wearing soldiers of his army. They nodded their heads at the two as they patrolled the foyer. Across the way, seated on couches and benches, more men gave him quick looks and subtle nods. Realizing, this was one of the businesses that Junior managed to snag, Jaune loosened and placed his hand at Blake's waist, leading her along.

"This seems to be one of Junior's grand conquests." He smirked, whispering to his companion.

She nodded, still a little awestruck at the complex construction and designs. "I can tell…how many men did you count?"

"Enough to make a small company." He responded. "Y'know, I thought he'd give us a nice little quaint room…to think we're staying at a five-star hotel in a presidential suite no less…"

"A little overwhelming if you ask me…" Blake giggled. "It's almost midnight…we should check in."

"Agreed." Walking over to the concierge desk, he was immediately greeted by the overly excited man behind it.

"Y-You're the Prince, Jaune Arc!" The man cried. "Lord Xiong told me you'd be coming. Please, here is the presidential suite key. If there's anything you need, the staff here will be happy to oblige to your every request."

Jaune simply smiled at the title and bowed his head slightly before walking along with Blake in tow. She had never heard the title until now and nearly gasped when the man said it so happily. Sometimes she forgets the man she stood beside wasn't of her time period and was in fact, from the future. A part of her wanted to explore what he knew of his actual past but she feared bad memories might surface and force him to shut down on himself. Eyeing him once more, he walked with pride in his steps as various suit wearing men bowed at him and herself.

Prince Jaune Arc. She wondered. King Jaune Arc.

The title had a nice ring to it. It was short, sweet and rolled off the tongue easy and maybe, the ladies would love it. Blake shivered at the last comment. A strange feeling rumbled in her chest at the mere thought of some other women coming into his life. He was a prince, albeit not an official one, but every prince and lord required a marriage to cement power and his legacy. After all, her own parents met that way. Nobility was tough when it came to love and relationships, something that deeply worried Blake. If he was to end up marrying some other woman, some no good, bratty noblewoman, she felt she'd have to fight someone.

A woman like that doesn't deserve Jaune. Blake suddenly thought.

A hot blush spread across her cheeks, burning against her skin. The mere mention of his name in such a manner made her heart jump. She'd been seeing him, training with him and his army for almost a month. They'd come to respect her skill and most importantly, her council. Not only that, but Jaune as well. He looked to her for almost all decisions that required a subtler touch. He wasn't known for subtly after all. The looks he gave her, the care he gave her and the worry he felt for her – every bit of it was genuine, like reflective mirrors, showing every flaw and blemish.

A smile formed on her face watching the strong lordly knight leading her through the foyer. He was imposing and the armor he wore only added to the image. Crocea Mors was magnetically attached to his spine, making his terror seem all the more tangible than just a deep feeling. While he was indeed, a force to be reckoned with, his attire and strong attitude would not dissuade her joy at being in his presence. The fool was a force to be reckoned with in training and the field but terrible at poetry. Even with Violette and Tukson actually trying to teach him the proper ways – he still failed marvelously. It was only made better when they tried to make him do haikus instead.

Complexities of literature were lost on the boy, save for reading heroic stories and the occasional smut filled novella with her. That was another thing that really messed with her mind regarding the boy. He was so calm and surprisingly down to read with her. At first, it was a complete accident, he walked in on her in the library reading a smut book while he himself had the next volume of the series. Over time, it became a normal thing for the two to meet up and read and trade stories and reviews of books. It was calming, soothing and relaxing. His presence alone made her soul calm and in turn, made her less uppity and angry. So far, the night was going well. No worries and especially no Weiss.

The smile dropped.

Weiss. Blake clenched her teeth. While she did understand why the girl said the things she said, it was just so hurtful to hear those words come from her mouth. She had this whole image built about Weiss, thinking that she wasn't hateful towards Faunus. Her respect and adoration of Velvet was proof of that. But the White Fang was a past she couldn't just forget and replace – she was literally born into it. Her parents believed in a better future for their people. Set our future free, is what they used to say whenever they'd rally for protests.

While the White Fang were indeed misguided, Blake couldn't turn a blind eye to the accusations against the Fang. Like she told Junior, the White Fang never needed that much Dust. There was something afoot and she would find out. At least, in the morning when she and Jaune were fully rested. Her mind pounded in her skull, beating like hammers as she stepped into the elevator with Jaune next to her. He was silent the entire time, not once speaking a word of questioning.

"I'm surprised you're not asking about how I'm doing." She gave him a look, cat ears tilting.

"I figured you'd tell me yourself when you were ready." He nudged her shoulder with a playful look. "Besides, you were deep in thought."

"How would you know – I probably just zoned out."

Jaune chuckled, throwing his arm over her shoulder, fingers scratching behind her cat ears. "When you're deep in thought or contemplating something, your ears twitch and bend. It's actually really cute, Blakey."

The blush she once had exploded across her face and immediately leaned closer to him. "Shut up, Jaune-Jaune."

Chuckling some more, the boy sighed. "Y'know…in the past…my past…the Blake I knew would have never been this close to me. Aside from reading books and just so happening to be in the common room with me, we barely had interactions outside of team gatherings. So…Blake…thank you."

"For?" She raised a brow.

He simply smiled. "For becoming one of my closest friends, if not closest…I never thought I'd ever say that to you but…here we are. Two closet perverts, leading an army under the nose of the Valean Council, staying in a presidential suite hotel without saying a word of where we're going to our teammates. I can only imagine what kind of ideas Yang will get in her head."

"I'm more worried about what Pyrrha will do to me." Blake shuddered against Jaune's armor and body glove. "She threatened me the same way Yang did to you, word for word."

"Yup." Jaune laughed softly.

But Blake felt something click. "Speaking of Pyrrha…"

"What about her?" Jaune gave her a nervous look.

The Faunus simply returned with a deadpanned expression. "And Yang. What will you do about the two of them? They're obviously falling for you again."

"I will do nothing." He responded with a frown. "At least, for now. There's no point in pursuing a relationship this early in our friendship. Besides, I'm too busy with both school and building my powerbase. On top of that, Yang and Pyrrha don't know about any of this. In fact, none of our friends do except you. Once again, I'm grateful that you joined me."

Blake smirked a bit. "Actually, if I remember correctly, I was taken against my will and forced into the back of an SUV at gunpoint. For all you know, I'm just lying through my teeth preparing to escape when the time comes."

"You wound me, kitty-cat." Jaune shot his hand up, grabbing one her cat ears with a tender grasp, tickling the appendage. Blake squirmed trying to hold back a purr. In her failed attempts, she began to giggle up a storm. "Traitors must be punished!"

"Victory is yours, I submit!" She managed to choke between purrs and laughter. "Please, Jaune-Jaune!"

"Nuh-uh. Use the proper titles, Blakey!" Jaune suddenly started tickling her sides.

"Your Grace, Jaune-Jaune!" She bellowed with a cackle. "Please!"

Immediately, his fingers stopped tickling her and his hand fell from the top of her head. Like when they entered the hotel, his hand fell to rest on her waist, holding her close to his body. While he probably didn't think much of what he was doing, Blake noticed every action and actually leaned closer into him. It was a cold night and a heavy one at that. His warmth was intoxicating and radiating. With a sigh escaping her lips, the elevator doors opened.

"Well…here we are." The pair of Hunters walked from the elevator and came face-to-face with a pair of elaborate and beautifully carved doors. "That's…fancy as hell."

Suddenly, the doors were swung open to reveal Junior and the Malachite twins behind him. He bowed deeply with the two girls following suit. "Boss. I hope everything thus far has been up to your standards?"

"Y'know, Junior." Jaune walked forward and shook his hand. "I would've been fine with a motel in the shady side of town. I'm not complaining though. This place is incredible."

"Just wait till you see the shower jets." Melanie squealed.

"Incredible bathing experience." Miltia finished.

"Hello, Melanie, Miltia." Blake smirked.

"Lieutenant Belladonna." The pair's smiles dropped at her voice. The two looked at one another then back at Blake. "I see you're with his grace again."

"I'm beginning to wonder." Miltia began.

Melanie huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "Something must be going on between the two of you."

"And this is my cue to jump in." Jaune waved his arm between the three women. "Blake and I aren't together-together. Just thought I'd clear that up real quick. Carry on, ladies. Junior, care to talk on the balcony, in private?"

"Of course. Melanie, Miltia, play nice."

With that out of the way, the two men left the women to their own devices. More so, the Malachite twins glaring at Blake and Blake soaking up their displeasure. Jaune walked out into the balcony overlooking the entire city of Vale. The proper side of the kingdom was magnificent. Skyscrapers and giant towers stood above the rest of the city, forming the glorious skyline that he fell in love with. In the distance, the great highway that connects the different districts of the kingdom was bustling with yellows and reds showing the midnight commutes to work or to clubs across the city.

Lights in certain skyscrapers could be seen telling Jaune that there were still men and women dedicated to their mundane office jobs – even neglecting a good night's rest to get the job done. Trailing his yes down, the air rushed at him with a cool breeze, gripping him in autumn's breath. It carried a soft, caressing scent that soothed his nerves and stress. Cars passed down below, and stopped at red lights. Pedestrians were numerous – even at this time. There were midnight shoppers and couples out on dates. Arms locked and smiles beaming so bright, Remnant's shattered moon was dim compared.

But alas, a cough knocked him from his mental musings. Turning to face the source; Junior stood with two glasses, both with a large ball of ice floating in a pool of Atlesian Brandy. Handing the future king a glass, the two gave their glasses a heavy swig before turning to face the city once again.

"It's beautiful." Jaune sighed, staring into the distance. "Y'know?"

"I agree." Junior sighed and leaned against the railing, eyes trailing to the street below. His men were securing the entire block with SUV's and gunmen placed at different intervals – even a pair of snipers were stationed on rooftops. "What did you want to talk about, boss?"

"Your men who died." Jaune didn't break his gaze with the horizon. "What were their names?"

Junior gave him a look but complied. "Harlan Styr, a bull Faunus. Cozumel and Culpeo Tan, fox Faunus brothers. Marius Sunbeam, a snake Faunus. And the last…Ramadi Capreolus, a deer Faunus."

"Harlan, Cozumel, Culpeo, Marius and Ramadi." Jaune repeated. "Their deaths won't be in vain. Junior, I swear that I won't rest until the White Fang pay for their transgressions. Not just to humankind and Faunus-kind but to us. Those were your men. Your boys as you like to say. They looked up to you and by extension, me."

"They knew what they were getting into when I told them what they were going to be doing." Junior took another sip.

"Junior." Jaune frowned, turning his face to look at the bearded man. "What King would I be if the men who fight and die for me, no longer become men and end up becoming a statistic. I won't let them become names in a book or numbers to be counted. Did they have family? Culpeo and Cozumel were brothers."

"Harlan had a sister in Vale, she's now living with her husband in Vacuo." Junior answered. "She doesn't know yet. Marius had a wife but she left him when he took this job. Ramadi had two sisters, both are nurses in the hospital we own – neither know what happened yet. As far as they know, Ramadi is off on a long-time mission for you out in the wilderness of Sanus."

Jaune was quiet for too long. But the clinking of ice within his glass caught Junior's attention. "I think I need a refill."

"As you wish, your grace." Junior brought out the glass bottle and began to pour the venerable liquid. "But I must ask…what is your plan for the White Fang?"

"Easy." Jaune took another drink. "We take a small company of men and attack the docks when the Fang arrives. I'm sure you can get word out to our boys in the Police to look the other way until we say otherwise."

"I can." Junior nodded. "What do you intend to do when you see Roman? He is a good friend of mine…"

"If you think I'm going to kill him, think again." Jaune quickly responded. "Roman is too important to kill. I'll give him an offer he will not refuse."

"If he does?"

"He won't." Jaune smiled. "I mean…I could just offer him up to Carolina with his arms zip tied to his ankles and let her loose. Carolina would enjoy that, a lot. Where'd you find her, anyway?"

"Hmm. Well, there was this old para-military organization that worked for Vale during the Faunus Wars after the Great War." Junior began. "The organization was called Project Freelancer. Carolina is the daughter of the founder of the project and Freelancer's best fighter to date, Agent Texas. Then somewhere along the line, Project Freelancer was disbanded and most of the members were either arrested or went into hiding. After all, they were assassins, operators, super soldiers and equipped with Greene Armament's best power armor and reactive overshields, since most members didn't even have their Aura unlocked. They were that good."

"Greene?" Jaune raised a brow. "Isn't he supplying us too?"

"Project Freelancer was given Howard Greene's own special prototype MA5C Assault Rifle and the BR55 Service Rifle. With the fall of Project Freelancer, asked if he was supplying us, yes? Well…now we have the MA5D Assault Rifle, which has helmet HUD sync activated sight reticles for better usage and accuracy. The BR55 was discontinued and replaced with the BR85, which he solely produces for us. I also believe he's working on contacting some of his friends in Vacuo to supply us with vehicles. I believe there's one company in particular that makes tanks."

Jaune was mid-drink when he choked on his brandy. "T-Tanks?!"

"And walkers, if my memory is correct." Junior smirked. "The AT-TE, all terrain tactical enforcer – six-legged walker with one driver and a massive one-o-five-millimeter ballistic canon on the head. Capable of carrying a unit of men and travels at a top speed of fifty kilometers. It also has two plasma guns at the driver's cockpit and can ascend vertically with the grips at its feet."

"Things are getting serious." Jaune frowned. "It hasn't even been six months since I began my mission and we're already getting this much support…"

"It's quite easy to understand, if you ask me." Junior piped, filling Jaune's and his own glass. "Judging by your look; the Valean Council is lax. Look around you, look at me. I've been running my crime syndicate and rackets for almost five years without a single eye turned my way. The White Fang is running wild and several terrorist groups working to uproot quite literally anyone in the government are growing. I'll be honest, Anima's honor and prestige dropped since the emperor was defeated in the Great War. Vale is no different."

"Mountain Glenn was a tremendous failure because the Valean Council did nothing to stop the Grimm invasion, holding Headmaster Ozpin back from being able to defend the city…" Junior shook his head. "I was in my early teens at the time, and my father died in the city trying to save his business. When the Valean Council didn't even think about reimbursing the surviving colonists, it tore a rift between the council and pretty much everyone else."

"Vale needs a king, Jaune." Junior rested a hand on the blond's shoulder. "It's been eighty years since we've had one. Since then, our Kingdom was dragged through the mud with bureaucracy and inaction. How many outlying villages and towns have been destroyed by Grimm when Huntsmen and Huntresses could have dealt with the threat? How many are held back by the council?"

Jaune's eyes trailed to the streets winding through the dark city, glowing in iridescent street lights. "I never knew about any of that, Junior…"

"There have been rumors that the Valean Council made some bigshot weapons development and research company head of Mountain Glenn." Junior continued, ignoring his query. "Merlot Industries, I believe. The company is thought destroyed by the Grimm invasion that in turn destroyed Mountain Glenn as well, but the rumors say, Merlot Industries worked on Grimm studies and weapons tech to defeat the creatures easier. The CEO apparently had a device that attracted Grimm to the city because he ran out of specimens to examine…then the rest is history."

"Rumors." Jaune scoffed. "Sounds like a coverup."

"My thoughts exactly." Junior frowned. "Over half a million people lived in Mountain Glenn. Almost all of them died, feeding the Grimm and destroying Vale's first and only major attempt at a new major city. My father died along with most of my clan when we moved to Sanus. Now, I'm the last Xiong in the world. What do you intend to do when you become king, boss?"

"Retake Mountain Glenn." Jaune was steady. "I've read up on the vast ruins. The culture, the music, the history behind the great city. How we were almost successful, how we almost managed to create real settlement in Grimm infested wildlands. We have a few settlements that could count as new cities, but it is practically impossible for these other cities to become self-sufficient. Mountain Glenn though…is a haven of vegetation and untapped potential. It's a mark that no longer has to be seen as a dark blotch on Valean History."

"Also, I intend to fix the Human-Faunus relations." He continued, Junior stood, listening intently. "While Vacuo is far more progressive than the other four Kingdoms, the Four Kingdoms need to be together in this. Change cannot be made if it isn't unanimous. Even if some act with some ulterior gain – bettering Faunus relations would bring Remnant closer together to face our real enemy. We won't win against her unless we fight side-by-side, free and without prejudice."

"You told me her name." Junior shivered. "I still get scared of saying it. It just…rubs me the wrong way. To think we'd be facing a being that creates the Creatures of Grimm…it's worrisome. Sometimes I ask myself, what am I doing in the service of a prince. I'm a dirty, no-good, criminal. Yet here I am, being called Lord Xiong and promised mayoral rule over the City of Vale once you become King. How do you honestly think we'll be able to fight someone like that?"

"Easy." Jaune smiled. "We won't be alone. Vale won the Great War with the Battle of Vacuo. But the King held back too much. He made the mistake of letting the other nations go as they please without any control. Atlas became militaristic, expanding its army and air fleet. Anima is falling apart from its own lack of a true leader. Criminals run rampant. Vacuo is too free – almost near anarchy with no central government. Vale lost her king, leaving it under the control of councilmen who only had their own family's and companies in best interest. Vale is the first stepping stone to the ultimate goal."

"You plan big, boss." Junior laughed, sipping at his brandy. "But…a part of me feels this will go one of two ways. Glorious victory and painful, agonizing death."

"That's how it usually is." Jaune laughed with him. "Junior. I apologize for how I've been with you and the men lately. I've been heartless and cruel. I wish to be king, not a tyrant."

"As I told you before, you don't need to apologize." The man sighed. "Let me ask you this, Jaune. Does the lion apologize to the wildebeest? Does the wolf apologize to the sheep? Does the cheetah apologize to the antelope?"

"No." Jaune sighed.

"Then why should you apologize to your subordinates?" Junior frowned. "I understand your honor and morals demand you apologize for unwarranted violence and cruelty, but this is what being a leader is about. Be strong armed and willed when need be and soft and caring when need be. You cannot be one or the other all the time – that will make you weak and fall to your own fears and doubts. You've disciplined the men and myself when need be. We accepted you as our leader because you have what it takes. Sure, you're a hard ass when it comes to training and combat preparations, but in the end, the payout will be worth the pain. Believe me, I know you're sorry, but know that I accept the measures you need to take to accomplish the goals you've set. No pain, no gain, right?"

"But I will apologize regardless." Jaune smiled, finishing off the last of his brandy. "You're a great advisor and friend. Sure, we've had a rough introduction but…you've grown to be a worthy ally. I would not have made it this far without you, Junior."

"You're the key, the cornerstone of our operations, Junior." A voice came from behind. "Jaune is rough because he's been stressed and has very little way to relieve himself. Hopefully, a few nights from now will let him stretch his legs properly."

"Blake/Lieutenant Belladonna!" The two men shouted in surprise. "How much did you hear?"

"I heard something about our worst enemy." She raised a brow. "Salem, right?"

A harsh, bone-chilling screeching wind breezed by, whipping through their hair, against their bare skin and even Jaune, encapsulated within his temperature controlled body glove, shivered. The three of them stared at one another with wide eyes, feeling a weight fall upon them. Junior fixed his tie like he usually did, but shifted uncomfortably in doing so. Jaune felt a phantom pain rush through his body and a small flash of the woman's face.

"That was ominous…" Blake whispered underneath her breath. "U-Uhm…you still don't know where she is right?"

"Not a clue." Jaune shook his head. "But I know what she's doing…Greater Grimm are arriving in Sanus, born from something that I don't know of yet. Greater Grimm that are native to different continents. Nuckelavee and Beringel of Anima, Golden Deathstalkers and Golden King Taijitu from Vacuo, Orang-bati and Manananggal from Menagerie's deserts. The list goes on and on, some reports are of Greater Grimm, I've never even seen some of these creatures before. I fear what's to come."

"Boss, I have to go now." Junior looked at his watch and placed his glass down. "I'll be sure to answer any call you make later today when you are fully rested. Boss, lieutenant. Have a good night."

With that, he disappeared into the room, fixing his tie and motioned the Malachite twins to follow after him. They exited the room, letting the doors lock automatically. The two were finally alone, on a balcony watching over the city of Vale. She walked past the table holding the half empty glass of brandy and pulled a pair of seats along. Sitting, she pulled the knight along, resting him in his own seat. Her hands held his tenderly with a small smile on her face.

"You're stressed."

He coughed. "That obvious?"

"I'd say so." She giggled. "Your mind is focused on too many things at once, Jaune. Tonight…just calm down and rest."

"Blake." Jaune sighed, blue eyes staring at the woman in front of him. Her golden-amber eyes glowed in the night. "Can I ask you something personal? Well…why did you become a huntress?"

"I thought you knew everything about us?" Blake gave him a pointed look.

The boy in question had the decency for a sheepish expression. "Uh…I mean…remember how I said you and I weren't all that close in my timeline?"

"R-Right…" Blake giggled again. "Okay…well…my reasons for being a Huntress haven't changed – rather, I've found clarity and direction in and for my reasoning. After the Faunus Wars, relations between Faunus and Humans changed forever. We were given equal rights in all Four Kingdoms and we were even given our own continent…but it wasn't enough. The humans of the Four Kingdoms didn't give a damn about written laws and continued to discriminate against Faunus-kind with any way they could. Denying Faunus business, terrible work conditions like the SDC in Atlas, horrendous trade deals with Menagerie, denying requests for a CCT Tower. Then the White Fang was born, as a way to watch over Human-Faunus dealings to make sure the laws are followed."

With a sigh, she leaned back, relinquishing her grasp on his hand. One hand did remain clasped with one of his, fingers interlocking. "My father was voted to become the leader of the White Fang and eventually the organization was denied presence at business meetings and treaty signings. So the White Fang became an organized protesting group. You could say that because of that – I was born into the Fang."

"Five years ago, my father stepped down and a new leader was put into place." Blake frowned. "Sienna Khan, a Tiger Faunus. She was volatile but had a tongue of gold. The way she rallied the people – myself included – we believed that it was only through violence that we could make our voices heard. We saw the passive response to passive-aggressive protest and believe me, it was negligible. So, as disgruntled members of an organization dedicated to bettering the lives of Faunus, worldwide, Sienna made her first act known."

"From that point on, history is as you know it." The girl fell silent for a while. "We attacked shops that denied Faunus service; we destroyed businesses that treated Faunus unfairly; we stole Dust from companies that treated Faunus as slave labor. Our signs of peace were replaced with weapons of war. Over time, it started working. We were being treated as equals but not out of mutual respect – out of fear."

Turning to face her companion, her eyes locked with his, feeling a warmth glow within her chest. "I wanted to become a huntress because there is too much evil in this world; someone has to do something to stop it, curb it somehow. But I didn't know how to go about it, until I met you and was introduced to all of this…my goal to being a Huntress was to fix the mistakes of the White Fang – to fix the relations between our people, Jaune. But it was hard finding someone who understood what I wanted and the goals that I simply couldn't put into words."

"I understand…" Jaune smiled, gripping her hand. "So…what you're saying is…"

"You are my reason." She blushed. "You are the one who will bring that change, Jaune. The world hasn't had a true monarch in over eighty years; a true leader. You will fix our world and I intend to stand by your side every step of the way to make sure you don't stray from the path of righteousness. Knights have aides and squires; King's more so. Besides, every King needs a Queen right…some even have a few Queens?"

Rising from her seat, she sighed, fixing her hair and walked towards the room, doing what she can to hide the burning fire of her cheeks. Jaune watched her walk away, not even processing the last sentence she said, simply nodding at the girl as she disappeared from –

"Wait." He snapped from his mental musings. "What the hell did you mean by that last part! Blake!"

So, yeah, references.
Jaune's gonna be getting Scorpion tanks and fckn AT-TE walkers from Star Wars lmao

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