Baffin Island
Official Azur Lane Base
During his stay in Azur Lane, nothing had fazed Jaune Arc like it did right now. Seeing the broken moon outside the window as he walked to the conference room really stoked his fears that he was back in Remnant. The shipgirls knew where he came from, and didn't exactly fret about him being from another world; but what they did get angry about was how his friends treated him when they found about how he faked his admission and transcripts into Beacon Academy and led him to run away and arrive at Earth; where Azur Lane originated.
Over the years, he had earned the respect of every single ally and enemy Azur Lane had ever encountered; Hell, even the Sirens were pleased of his tenacity and were quite understanding of his motives and drive to save the human race, even when he was not from Earth in the first place. Every person inside the base knew where he came from and what he did, but they didn't care much about it, since they were also like that; cheating to get in the military and to serve their country, and even when the sergeants and other high-ranking officials looked at them and knew that they didn't really belong there, they still helped in teaching them the ways of being a soldier and at least making them into what they wanted to be in life.
The island he was staying in was also brimmed to the teeth with coastal defense guns, missile emplacements, and anti-air platforms all around the island, ready to strike anybody that tried to dare invade the pristine and beautiful island that was their home base. The docks neatly housing the many destroyers, flagships and other types of ships were just itching to shoot down and any craft that tried to approach without any authorization from the commander himself. Submarines, along with underwater microphones and naval mines, were all protecting the waters around the island; the submarines themselves acting as a limited rapid reaction force, as well as early reconnaissance just in case the microphones don't get anything good.
Of course, let's not forget the large headquarters Jaune has. On the hill that overlooked the entire base was a complex fifty times larger than the White House itself. Comprised of one main building and two support buildings, it was built with the intention of housing the main man himself, which is the commander, and any other foreign guests or dignitaries that may arrive at the base. The complex is a mish-mash of motifs, both military and civilian. It has guest houses, hotel-like rooms, a botanical garden, a situation room that is complete with satellite and military communication systems, bunkers that are able to withstand CBRN attacks, a lab to detect any CBRN hazards that may harm the health of the commander and may also be used in an attack against him. Signal jammers are used just in case anything goes through all of the security measures.
Other than that, the C4I bunker has three massive supercomputers to sift through the mountains of data the room has to go with once war starts, it also had a massive library, with over one thousand and five-hundred books stored there, and a large reception area for guests. Overall, it was a very grand and very expensive building, built for both comfort and security.
All equipment and weaponry were augmented and/or replaced with brand-new technology, both Human and Siren. Hell, even the shipgirls were augmented with Siren Technology (with their explicit permission to do it on them). Makes you wonder what the heck they built the damn building for when everything is literally crawling with augmented technology from their enemies. This was every previous commander's headquarters first and foremost, and he needed to at least keep up the appearance that it actually still is; a command center capable of holding all on its own despite its disadvantages.
He was quite happy staying on this base. Years of hard work was spent on this base looking the best it could be; filled to the teeth with weapons and gadgets, but still pleasing to look at in the eyes and to stay at this base and take of it was a honor he could not get away for a long time. The island also had full self-suffiency; it could grow its own food, mine its own minerals, get its own building materials, make its own things, and fully-fix anything and everything that needed fixing and replacing when the time arises. Also, due to the mass use of 3D printing techniques, managing and updating the factory and production lines is as easy as updating software PC when the time comes to update it.
Of course, let's not forget that he became young once again, but with a few more tweaks to his own appearance and physique. From what he can see right now, he still had his golden hair; but now it had a different style and feel to it, his physique became much more robust than before (it was already robust even before the transport back here to Remnant due to all the exercises, diets, and trainings that he had done in his stay), his eye color became green instead of blue, and his uniform quite fit him more snugly now, highlighting his already rocking physique and charming personality (he really was dense in the first few years of his life) and was now quite a ladies' man to all the girls in the base; he told himself he wasn't, but to others that wasn't really the case.
But he and the shipgirls weren't the only military people on the island.
Since the Human-Siren War had ended five years before they got transported here, the landscape got more reminiscent of what Japan looked like, quite ironic since that country was literally on the other side of the world. There were still a lot, and I do fucking mean it, a lot of land that could still be used for expansion and other things. First of the things he did was put bases on the smaller islands nearest to the main island itself. Since it was a scant few islands that are in sight, he built as much as he could while not putting everything he has into one basket. The other islands were also built with the same goals in mind; to act as forward defense and delay the enemy as much as they can and slowly deplete them while waiting for the reinforcements that would help them at least either to dig in and/or counterattack the enemy and push them back to the sea. They sure have the land to at least get them long enough of their lines to be at their most vulnerable, but they rather not gamble on it.
He was so engrossed in his thinking that by the time he got back to concentrating, he was already sitting down on his chair and the girls already looking at him, ready for his orders. After a few seconds of silence, he cleared his throat and started to speak.
"Alright, as you all might know right now, we are not in our own home turf right now. This is not Earth, this is my home world, Remnant. If any of you are still in disbelief, the broken and shattered moon should serve as enough reminder that we are not on Earth. I do not know what made this happen; may it just be some paranormal or supernatural magic or something else brought us here; I really have no idea what brought us here in the first place. I already told you my history and the backstory of this world back when I met you all, and I thank every single one of you for being with me through it all."
"Now, for the first order of business here in this base it to make sure everything is in tip-top shape, anything that needs to be replaced will be replaced, and that's going to be the same for the repairs that are going to be made in case something broke down during the transfer. All the fleets will be on high combat alert, ready to deploy when the time comes. I'm pretty sure no one has seen us yet, so prepare as much as you can, stock up on everything that you need."
"I'll be heading the other forces as I will check on them later. I'll be having Takao and Atago be with me in all of this, just in case anything happens or the backlash from what transferred us here comes back to bite our asses. Make sure every single civilian will be safe in the underground bunkers once the worst happens and our troops ready to defend when that actually does happen. I want every gun, missile and radar to be in full working order once morning arrives and recalibrate anything that needs it, because we may not know what stalks us outside these waters."
He stood up as the leaders of each faction also stood up along with their secretaries; Atago and Takao already beside him, ready to do what they need to do.
"You're all dismissed." And everyone saluted before scattering to do what they need to do.
Beware Remnant; because there is a new faction ready to fight.
Beacon Academy, Kingdom of Vale
Headmaster Ozpin was sitting at his office atop Beacon Academy, drinking his cup of coffee while looking at the city of Vale. There had been really something wrong with Team NPR to leave their own team leader even under the circumstances that he falsified his transcripts when entering his academy; I mean, he already knew those transcripts were falsified the moment they came to his possession, even though it was near-flawless. He wasn't the only one who falsified their transcripts in order to get into this institution, hell even the damn Branwen siblings falsified their own transcripts in order to know how huntsmen and huntresses works and how to kill them; but then made the single most skilled Huntsmen team of their generation before their dissolution; Team STRQ. Their own teammates knew about them, and they didn't even scorn them or left them for dead in the Grimm lands no less.
There was also the part where the constant bullying when his transcripts were revealed after the Forever Fall incident (that was when started to go downhill for one Jaune D. Arc). All the beating, scorns, and other things that hurt him culminated on the terms that his own team ditched him for those reasons and those reasons only. To say he was quite mad of what they did; Headmistress Glynda Goodwitch and fellow Headmaster and General James Ironwood were there to reign him in as he talked to the students in the amphitheater; the General himself having his revolver out, loaded with lightning rounds to stun him, just in case he tried to kill the students.
The tongue lashing he gave to the students was quite immense, and the urge to kill and kick every one of these up-and coming hunters and huntresses out of the institution was at the very forefront of his mind, a mentality shared by both of his closest allies and of teams SSSN and CFVY, two teams that went with him the most and the ones that didn't care about his transcripts and treated him like any other student; with respect and with goodness. The current generation was a failure in all accounts; they were too engrossed on the fame and glory they will get for saving the people from Grimm. The job was supposed to be noble; a job not a lot of people want to have and really just wanted a normal life outside of the Kingdoms; but life really doesn't work that way, and the popularity of Hunters and Huntresses has decreased so low in the past few years.
He was a failure of a headmaster, being unable to stop the death of one of the most promising students Beacon ever had. Sure he didn't have any combat experience, but he had the tactical mind and know-how to get around things; somewhat thinking outside the box when it came to overcoming the obstacles that faced him.
To make things worst, Arcadia wanted to have blood for the death of their only boy; they wanted revenge against the ones that caused his life to go downhill so fast and so badly, and Ozpin was quite tempted to just throw them at the mercy of the Arcadian system, but the council had stopped him from doing that and getting the justice for the young man's death. Vacuo and Mistral supported the moves that Arcadia did, calling for justice on the killing of the young man, stating that killing the young man was too much, and that Ozpin needed to act and not sit on his ass all day inside his office, and calling to the council of Vale to stop protecting those responsible for his death.
Being a prince had its advantages, even in death. Besides, the sentence of having false transcripts was community service for a month at best, and it was a minor offense, nothing much to kill a single student whose only dream was to help others in need.
His train of thought was disrupted when the elevator doors opened, Glynda Goodwitch coming out of it.
"What is it, Glynda? The protests still ongoing?"
"Yes, as always. They've been at it since Mr. Arc died. Arcadia still wants blood, and are at full military readiness. Ironwood still is still trying to at least get the tensions low enough that talks could be held by both sides, and has actually put some thought into it before talking to both sides."
"I never thought that James would use voice than violence."
"He can actually put it into account when he really concentrates on it. Atlas is still neutral on it, though they are leaning to Vale's side a bit these past few days."
"I never thought the students would do this, even to their own and what he did."
"You can't fault them all on it; they trained their entire lives just to get to this point, while he just waltzed in here, with false transcripts no less."
"I know, Glynda, I know." He sighed, putting his cup down before continuing. "How goes Qrow's reconnaissance?"
"She hasn't made a move yet, but the Grimm activity has risen lately, especially in the outlands, while the White Fang keeps stealing dust, but even he doesn't know what it is and where it has been going."
"He's bound to find something. Report to me once he does."
"Understood, sir." She said as she left.
When the doors of the elevator closed, he swiveled his chair back, facing the window as he sighed once again. Where did he go wrong? When did this all start? What happened to fighting the Grimm and keeping humanity alive? Those were all the questions swiveling around his head as he sighed one more time, looking at the night lights that littered the Kingdom of Vale.
Unknown to him, the next few days and weeks would shake Remnant to its core.
