Where we left off...

VVMC HQ, Mannerheim, Kingdom Of Vale

"I am Sargeant Doe, your senior drillmaster. From now on you will speak when spoken to, and the first and last thing you maggots will say to me will be sir. DO YOU FUCKSTICKS UNDERSTAND THAT!"

"SIR YES SIR!"

The man continued.

"When you toads leave Mannerheim, you will be ministers of death, praying for a mass Grimm attack, praying for war. But until that day, you are pukes! You're not even human fucking beings! You are nothing but idiotic bourgeois socialistic pieces of Grimm shit!"

Many tried to speak in retort to it, but with Doe surveying his students like a hawk, they all stood still.

"Because I am an asshole, you will not like me. The more you hate me, the more you will learn. I am hard, but I am fair. I do not look down on Snowflakes, Noirs, Desert Rats, Greenshites, Misfits, or Faunus. Here you are all equally worthless. And my orders are to remove anyone who does not pack the manifolds to serve in my beloved Corps.

DO YOU MAGGOTS UNDERSTAND THAT!" he finished.

"Sir, yes sir." the crowd said, drained.

"BULLSHIT, I CAN'T HEAR YOU! SOUND OFF LIKE YOU GOT SOME KIND OF BRAIN!"

"SIR YES SIR!" the lines sang back.

"NOT LITERALLY, YOU MORONS!" Sgt. Doe spat at the readers.

Turning to a guy from Vacuo, Doe closed in on him rapidly, staring at him like some sort of thing which caught his attention.

"What's your name, shitbag?"

"Private Ochre sir!"

"Bullshit, from now on, you're Private Mudball. Do you like that name?"

"Sir, yes sir!"

Behind the lines, Jaune decided to play a trick on Doe.

"Is that you, Mr. Jones? Is it me?"

Doe turned his neck 180 degrees abruptly.

"Who said that? WHO THE FUCK SAID THAT? WHO'S THE SLIMY LITTLE ATLESIAN SHIT TWINKLETOED COCKSUCKER DOWN HERE, WHO JUST SIGNED HIS OWN DEATH WARRANT?

NOBODY, HUH? THE GODS OF LIGHT AND DARKNESS SAID IT! OUT-FUCKING STANDING! I WILL PT YOU UNTIL YOU DIE! I WILL P.T. YOU UNTIL YOUR ASSES ARE SUCKING BUTTERMILK!"

Jaune, realizing he was fucked either way, decided to speak up.

"IT WAS ME, SIR!"

"Well... no shit. Private Arc. I admire you. You could go to my house and fuck my sisters. Reminds me a whole lot of your father."

Doe said, closing in on Jaune before... suddenly kicking him in the stomach.

"WHO WAS A SLIMY, JADED ASSHOLE, LIKE HIS SPAWN RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME! I SAW YOUR EXPULSION FROM BEACON, PRIVATE ARC, YOUR EXPULSION FROM SOME SHITSHOW BECAUSE OF SOME FUCKING TRANSCRIPTS!

I HAVE YOUR NAME, ARC, I'VE GOT YOUR ASS! YOU WILL NOT LAUGH, YOU WILL NOT CRY! YOU WILL LEARN BY THE NUMBERS, I WILL TEACH YOU! MAYBE EVEN BETTER THAN THOSE SCUMBAGS AT BEACON, TOO!

SO, WHY DID YOU JOIN MY BELOVED CORPS?"

"SIR, TO KILL GRIMM, SIR!"

"TO KILL GRIMM? LET ME SEE YOUR WAR FACE!"

"Sir?"

"AAAAAAAGHHHHH! THAT'S A WAR FACE. LET ME SEE YOUR WAR FACE!"

Jaune yelled as hard as he could.

"Work on that." Doe ordered.

"Sir, yes Sir!" the blonde answered.

With that, the sargeant ordered everyone to drop down and do 200 push ups.

This wasn't turning too well as Jaune thought.

The next day, the entire group was ordered to march around the base. Jaune, along with several others, put on grayish green outfits and headed outside.

Sergeant Doe was waiting for them, standing outside.

"Now, ladies and gents," he said, handing them old muskets. "This is your official tour of your grounds. You will go over obstacles along your way. The goal is to make it out as a unit. Good luck, all of you.

3..."

Holding a pistol, he raised his right arm in the air.

"2..."

"1! Go, go, go!" he said, firing it.

"And when I say good luck, I mean it!" he shouted.

With all cadets running for the grounds, they passed another unit, all carrying rifles and marching in unison, their left arms swinging like pendulums in motion.

Passing a couple of buildings, Jaune could see a massive runway, a mail room, a CCT Tower, and several strange green things that people in dark gray uniforms were sitting on. If he could hear them clearly, he could hear them call them "tanks" and "Longhorns."

Another was an even larger runway, with rectangular airships lining the designated landing spots.

"Those are Eagle Class Frigates." a female cadet told Jaune. "Landing Guardsmen and Huntsmen into Grimm zones since its debut."

"Never thought they'd be so... big." Jaune said back.

"Yeah." she replied.

"Welcome to Mannerheim, Arc." a male cadet rang. "We'd like to show you the city, but since we're stuck at the base, we'll wait until parade day appears."

First obstacle was a course involving a field of huge wooden walls. It took a while to realize that they should climb over it. Jaune was one of the last, but he was pushed up by one of the bigger guys in the unit.

"Thanks." Jaune said, pulling the guy up.

"No problem," the cadet said. "I'm Grant. Aurelian Grant."

Second obstacle was a narrow bridge with rushing water. Because one private was too cocky she ended up having a finger ripped off by a small fishlike Grimm.

"MEDIC!" she shouted.

"Wait!" Jaune said. "Let me try something."

Activating his Semblance, Aura Amp, he touched the finger and suddenly instead of bloody red hole, a small stump remained.

Just then, Grant appeared.

"We found a bridge!" he exclaimed.

"Go to the bridge," he instructed the injured private, and go to the clinic. Now. We'll fill in for you."

She ran to the bridge, with Grant guiding her and the other privates.

A few obstacles later, the last one appeared. With the leading private looking over the hill, he shuddered.

Grimm, six lines, charging at them!

"Wait!" another private shouted! "Form 5 lines of 10 cadets, move, move!" he ordered.

"Oh." a private spoke to Jaune. "That guy's Napoleon. He's a huge Great War nerd."

"First rank, fire!" Napoleon shouted.

With that, they did, and the first and second line of Grimm mockups went down.

"Second rank, fire!"

Third, fourth. Now the fifth had no need as all mockups were downed. What remained was a sign.

"Return to barracks in 1 hour." Jaune read.

With that they sang a song in the sunset; a native Atlesian military march:

/"We've a long way to go,

Cheer up soldier, raise your head!

The signal is given,

And the command is ahead,

So soldiers push, push, push!

And for you, my darling,

Mail will arrive.

Farewell, the bugle calls!

Hey soldiers, go on!

Each legionary, a brave warrior

with falcon eyes!

We are bound in glory,

glory we won in battle!

So soldiers push, push, push!

And for you, my darling,

Mail will arrive.

Farewell, the bugle calls!

Hey soldiers, go on!"/

By the time they arrived at barracks, the sun was halfway gone.

Sargeant Doe was waiting for them.

"You all are early." he said. "Fall in line. By height. One row, for both sexes."

They lined up, making long horizontal lines, each twenty five cadets, facing the sargeant.

"Now, I will admit, you were all underwhelming. But you have proven your dedication and teamwork. You have proven your wanting to stay in Basic Training. Tomorrow, you will learn how to disect, load, fix, and fire a rifle.

DISMISSED! NOW HEAD TO THE MESS HALL!" he said in his usual way.

Everyone except Jaune left, the latter going around the grounds to see a small black bird perched on one of the oak trees.

The bird then turned into a man slightly taller than him, with a laid back expression and messy hair.

"So, Jaune, huh? I'm Qrow. Qrow Branwen. Ozpin, and on another note, Ruby and Yang, wanted me to look for you."

"Tell them I'm busy."

Foreword from the Author.

Said cadence is the lyrics to "Let's Go" a Soviet marching song.

Also, incoming third chapter is where we get to see Mannerheim and its army, the Vale Voluntary Militia Corps. as well as Ozpin, Glynda, and teams RWBY, PNCR, and CFVY's reaction to Jaune in boot camp.