Chapter Two: A Meeting of Two Officers

James Ironwood handed the file over to Winter Schnee, walking up to the resting officer. James tried to wrap his head around what the file concluded, looking over the officer to find anything that screamed bullshit. However, the more he looked, the more James could see similar features on his good friend on this man. Both had shaggy blonde hair, both had a strong jawline, both were similar in their general body build, hell if he didn't know Nicholas was missing and he hadn't read the file, he would think he was seeing his friend in the bed.

But alas, he knew both of these things, causing the General to wearily sigh. He saw Winter's confusion, trying to figure out how a 15 year old became a middle age man, and sadly so was he. He walked up to the doctor.

"Dr. Braun, do you know anything that could rapidly age someone?" James inquired. Dr. Braun rubbed his chin.

"Well, as you know, there are some semblances that work by altering time, but all of these would leave signs in the subject's bones, which I checked for. He doesn't have any signs of a time semblance being used on him. In addition, it wouldn't explain his uniform or the weapons he and his men were using," Dr. Braun said.

"But there is no way for him to be 15 three months ago only to be in his mid-thirties now," Winter said. Dr. Braun shrugged.

"I'm sorry, but I don't have anything I can say to explain this," the doctor said apologetically. A pager went off, causing the doctor to look at his scroll before turning to Ironwood. "If you will excuse me general, but apparently a solider had his weapon blown up in his face and is suffering from metal shards being embedded in his hands and face."

"Of course, but before you go, do you think it would be alright to wake… Mr. Arc up?" Braun paused before nodding.

"Yes, the blow he took to his head wasn't anything serious. The most likely reason he is resting now is due to physical and mental exhaustion; I noticed he was slightly dehydrated, has bags under his eyes, and his leg…ah, it's best you see for yourself."

Before James could ask what he meant, Dr. Braun strolled out of the infirmary to seek out the misfortunate soldier. Winter and Ironwood both looked at each other before walking up to the bed where the officer was lying down. The two pondered how to wake the officer up for a moment, before Ironwood went with something that always had worked for him.

"I love you Jaune," a pale woman with white hair and yellow eyes said, before an explosion ripped into his view. He could only watch helplessly as the fireball consume his vision, before feeling the impact hit him.

"FUCK!" Jaune shouted, curling up in the bed…wait. He saw that while he remained in his uniform, his beret was off, the Bundeswehr Cross of Honor for Valor wasn't around his neck, and his MP57 PDW and HK.23 pistol weren't on him. He then noticed that there were two people next to the bed he was in.

The first was that strange woman that fought with a sabre and dagger against the Grimm, if he recalled the name correctly, still in that white uniform. However, the second person was a tall man that screamed officer to him. His short hair, broad shoulders, the crisp uniform, everything screamed officer to Jaune.

"Hello, apologies for waking you up the way I did, I didn't know-" the man began to say, before Jaune waved the concern off.

"Well, I would've been up soon enough, you just cut into a bad memory of mine," Jaune said. "So…why exactly am I here, and who are you two?" The man nodded, seemingly understanding what Jaune had meant about 'bad memories'.

"First, my name is General James Ironwood of the Atlesian Army, and this is Specialist Winter Schnee," the man, now ID as James, replied. "As to why you are here, well, Specialist Schnee stumbled upon-"

"My command group getting ripped to ribbons by Grimm, yeah, I remember that. But why am I here in this…infirmary if I had to guess?"

"Ah, I see. Due to your uniform and the weapons your men were using, we brought you here to check for injuries, see if we could ID you, and then interrogate you about your group's prescence near Atlas and a known Grimm hotspot. But upon a DNA test, we are extremely confused. So, first off, what is your name?"

"My name is Jaune Arc, Oberst or Colonel, of the Bundeswehr 115th Panzer-Jager Division, attached to the 7th Panzer Division under the command of my foster father General Wolfgang," Jaune replied, hoping to kill two birds with one stone. However, he saw Ironwood blanch.

"Foster father?" Ironwood rhetorically asked. "Jaune, what happened to your father?" Jaune sighed; if there was one thing he never wanted to remember, it was the day his life changed.

"He's dead," Jaune simply answered. "Died trying to shield my mother and sisters from a damned terrorist's bomb truck."

"What, no bomb truck could kill Nicholas!" Ironwood shouted. "I saw him tank a hit from a one hundred pound dust bomb and came out looking no worse for wear!" At this response, Jaune darkly chuckled.

"Well sadly, the dump truck used was filled to the brim with high explosives, roughly seven tons of explosives," Jaune said. "It took out the city block; I only survived because I was sent back to collect my father's weapon and had tripped into a fucking ditch."

Winter and James paled at this revelation; no one had ever used a bomb larger than a hundred pounds, as resources were scarce and no Grimm except the Behemoth-class required a bomb much larger than that to kill. As James remained numbed to the revelation that his close friend and his family save jaune were dead, Winter took up the interrogation.

"And when was this exactly?" Winter asked. Jaune blew out a breath, taking a moment to think.

"Well, the date wouldn't matter to you guys as for reason I still don't know we weren't on Remnant at the time, but for me its been nineteen years," Jaune answered before he clenched his jaw as a shooting pain shot through his leg.

"Wait, nineteen years?" Winter asked. "But your family went missing only three months ago." Jaune forced himself to ignore the phantom pain for a moment to level a glare at Winter.

"Bullshit, I remember the exact day I had my family ripped from me by those damned GLA terrorists, and I damn well know its been nineteen fucking years. Nineteen years since I saw my sisters last laugh, nineteen years since I felt the warm embrace of my mother's hug, and it was nineteen fucking years since I saw their faces before the explosion consumed them and left nothing behind! So don't you fucking bullshit me about it only being three months!"

Winter felt the sheer anguish at Jaune's declaration, and she barely withheld from wincing. Thankfully, she was spared being burned to the ground by Jaune's glare by James grabbing his scroll and handing it over to Jaune.

"This is proof enough that we're not lying Mr. Arc," James said. Jaune held his tongue, before looking at the live video on the scroll.

"And today the 2013's Mistral regional fighting tournament concludes with Pyrrha Nikos, last year's champion, winning the tournament against her opponent Eric Sharpton with no aura lost."

Jaune tuned the rest of the conversation out, as he thought about what his family was doing before ending up on Earth. They were going on their annual vacation to Vale, where his father took the family to enjoy some of the city's entertainment. It was always shortly after the New Year, which was around the time most of the regional tournaments for aspiring hunters and huntress that his sisters and father enjoyed watching began. And due to the large number of entries, it generally took three months to whittle it down to the top two fighters.

Jaune felt a great weight fall on his shoulders. For him, it had been nineteen years of hardships, agony, and eventually great compassion only to be ripped away from him violently, but for Ironwood and Winter, it had only been three months. He began to process this information, wondering what would happen to him. He was alone back on Remnant, where his skills, talents, and knowledge of his history on Earth was effectively wiped out.

"I believe you Mr. Arc, but then we have a lot to discuss," General Ironwood said. "So, mind explaining what happened to your family when you guys went missing? Also, what is this Bundeswehr and-" Jaune raised his hand.

"I'll explain everything General, but can I get something to drink first; this explanation will take a long time to go through." James nodded and sent Winter to get a couple glasses of water.

"Very well, now lets begin; what happened to your family before they…died?" Jaune sighed.

"Well, what do you know about parallel universes?"

19 years ago, January 2028, Berlin, Germany

"Jaune, get up!" A fifteen year old Jaune Arc blearily opened his eyes, only to begin hearing gun fire, explosions, and sirens ringing in his ear. He saw his father looking at him with a look of apprehension.

"Dad, what's going on?" Jaune asked, only to flinch as he heard the tearing of metal as an explosion rang out. His father took a deep breath.

"I don't know Jaune, none of us do. One moment we are sleeping in our mobile home at the rest station outside of Vale, and the next we find ourselves in some parking garage it looks like in a warzone," his father said. "I haven't a clue what's going on, but I don't think it is safe for us to stay here."

"Daddy, I'm scared." Jaune heard his youngest sister Crystal say. He watched as his father pat her head.

"Don't worry sweetie, daddy will get us out of here safely," Nicholas Arc said, trying to comfort his daughter. He then looked at everyone in the mobile home before speaking.

"Right now, none of us know where we are, or what is going on outside. However, I don't think it is a Grimm invasion, as there is too many explosions and gunfire for it to be a Grimm attack. That said, we will need to collect what we need before leaving this vehicle."

"Nicholas, are you mad?!" Jaune's mother Jean shouted. "Our vehicle-"

"-will only make us a bigger target, and we would be forced to drive along predesigned roads," Nicholas said. "No, if it's a warzone as we all hear, going on the main roads will lead us to being ambushed and open to incoming fire. So everyone, get into your warm clothes and carry whatever your mother and I say to carry."

No one argued, as everyone was unsure of what was going on. Jaune put his hoodie on, which also had his chest plate that his father had given him last year in the hopes of inspiring Jaune to become a huntsman. However, Jaune didn't think much about facing the closest thing to pure evil in the form of Grimm as something he wanted to do. But as he wore the chest plate, he felt marginally calmer, glad to have some protection against whatever was happening out there.

Soon, the family was all bundled up in warm clothes, and his father and mother went to the door. His father pointed to Jaune's older twin sisters.

"Sapphire, Amethyst, you will keep an eye on your brother and sisters, while your mother and I scout ahead, making sure the path is clear. Don't let any of them out of your sight."

"Yes father," both sisters said. Jaune then saw his father open the door, and a few moments later saw his head pop back in the mobile home.

"Alright guys, I found the exit to this garage, follow closely behind and don't stray off." Everyone nodded, and soon the Arc family made their way slowly out of the parking garage. When they got to the exit, Jaune was shocked by what he saw.

Instead of the large brick buildings with pointed rooftops and other minor details like holographic street lights, this area appeared built up with large concrete buildings with entire faces of buildings covered in windows with flat roofs, yet also interlaced with older looking buildings built along open streets. It felt different from Vale, that much Jaune knew.

However, he saw his father cross the street and got around to the back of a building, before waving his family over. The Arcs dashed across the street and met up with their father, where Jaune saw his father peering around the corner. Jaune wondered what his father was doing when he heard voices getting closer. Due to living in a community with little variety in their language, Jaune didn't recognize it, yet apparently his father did to a point.

"Who or what are the GLA?" Nicholas asked to himself, before moving his hand to his waist, only to feel the weapon he used, a 6-shot hand cannon that Jaune couldn't remember the name of, not on his waist. However, the voices were getting closer, and Nicholas made a snap decision.

"Jaune, go back to the mobile home. Next to the driver seat in the door is my pistol. Get it and come back," Nicholas ordered. Jaune nodded, understanding why he was being sent; he was easily the fastest of the family. Whatever their semblance was, it made the Arcs kind of sluggish. Thankfully, Jaune hadn't found his semblance, and thus free to run as fast as possible.

He darted back to the garage, made his way to the level the mobile home was in, and went to the driver's door. He opened it, and quickly found the hand cannon, but before he could rush back to his family, he heard voices. It was different from the first set, but what caused Jaune to freeze was the jingling of bullets coming from where the voice came from.

The voices and the jingling was getting closer, and Jaune didn't know what to do; run, hide, or fight. He wanted to dismiss fighting; after all, he didn't have a clue what was going on. Hiding would be a great option, if the mobile home wasn't practically the only vehicle to hide near. Running would be his best bet, if he hadn't stalled for so long.

"Who are you?!" Jaune jumped, before turning to see five men standing over him. Well, men might be an overstatement; of the five, only one looked to be over 20, with the rest being between fifteen and eighteen. However their age didn't matter as all were carrying various weapons and ammo. One of the men had a tube with a scope and a pointed warhead, most were carrying assault rifles with wooden pieces and banana clips, and the oldest of the five had a long-barreled belt fed machine gun.

"I'm Jaune Arc," Jaune answered, not liking the looks the group was giving him, especially the one with the tube, as while his face was covered in a tan balaclava, his eye's shone in a fashion Jaune imagined a madman's eye would.

"Heh, tell me Jaune Arc, what are you doing here in the middle of a warzone?" the older man asked. Jaune debated telling them the truth, but as the group slowly pointing their barrels at him his will to hide the truth crumbled.

"My father sent me to collect his pistol so he could keep our family safe as we got out of the city and the fighting," Jaune said. The man smirked.

"Well, what coward sends his teenage son to collect his weapon in a warzone?" taunted the man, and the others chuckled. Before Jaune could resist, the one with the large tube disarmed Jaune and handed the pistol to the oldest man in the group. The man whistled in appreciation.

"My, this is a mighty fine hand cannon, a shame your father isn't going to have this. But because you spoke the truth, we'll let you live, and remember; the GLA spared your life today so don't resist the cause!"

While he was spared death, that didn't mean they left him unbeaten. The leader kicked Jaune in the face hard enough to cause Jaune's head to hit the mobile home. The men took turns kicking the shit out of Jaune, who curled up in a ball and covered his head with his arms instinctively. After a few moments, the men moved on, leaving Jaune to nurse his wounds and figure out how to tell his father he lost his prized pistol.

Getting up, Jaune noted that the sounds of gunfire were getting closer. He began making his way back to his family, all the while keeping an eye out for those men that beat him up. He got out of the garage and across the street, only to trip into a ditch just a hundred yards away from his family. His sister Crystal cried out for him, causing the Arc family to look at him. Jaune tried to get up, but a chain of event occurred that would haunt him to this very day.

Crystal's shouting had attracted the attention of the local military police, who began moving out of their position to found who had cried out and possible help them out. Alas, the city of Berlin was caught up in an insurrection caused by the GLA.

When the MPs gave their position away, one of the GLA commanders ordered a bomb truck to roll out and destroy the position that MP came from. The bomb truck, a modified dump truck disguised as a supply truck with a reinforced grill and run flat tires, rumbled to life. Gaining speed, the MPs were to slow to react to the massive bomb truck, and the driver pressed down on the detonator of the seven tons of explosives that were in the back, but not before shouting words that cause untold amounts of wrath to build up in Jaune.

"For the GLA!" the driver shouted. Jaune saw his family, his father's concerned face, his mother's distraught, and his sisters' fear, one last time before a massive explosion ripped through the area. Jaune didn't see much, as his body reacted faster than his mind could and he ducked into the ditch, but he felt the devastation the bomb truck had. The nearby buildings, not designed to withstand several tons of high explosives detonating, began to crumble inwards on themselves, crushing people who sought to hide from the GLA inside the building. The resulting collapse caused dust and debris to rain down everywhere.

Jaune was largely protected from shrapnel caused by the explosion thanks to the ditch, but the debris that went high in the air began to rain down into everywhere, including the ditch. With his hearing shot due to the explosion, Jaune didn't hear the whistle of a jagged piece of concrete before feeling it as it glanced off his head. Yet it impacted hard enough to knock the blonde out. He collapsed in the ditch, unaware of what was happening around him.

Atlas Huntsman Academy's infirmary, Kingdom of Atlas.

"My god, who the hell would use a dump truck loaded with explosives and then willingly kill themselves?" James asked, horrified at the tale he heard. He had seen many horrible things that some desperate people did, such as willingly opening a gate to let Grimm flood the city they were trying to flee from. But this went above anything the General was used to. The budding violence of the White Fang seemed to pale in contrast to fanatics who sacrificed themselves to kill people. Winter was silent, but James noted her hands were gripping the glass extremely tightly.

"Yes sir, the GLA was…fond of it, and some cells were dedicated to mastering the 'art' of suicide bombing," Jaune replied bitterly. "First it was the bombmaker Rodall Juhziz, then it was the leader of the White Falcon Cell Abdul bin Yusuuf and that damned lieutenant of his Qahira Zaima." At this point, Winter finally spoke up since Jaune began recalling what happened to his family.

"Who or what is the GLA?" Jaune blinked, before shaking his head.

"Thank God Remnant never had to deal with the GLA," Jaune said before taking a sip of water. "Where to begin? Well, the GLA, or the Global Liberation Army, is a massive conglomeration of various terrorist cells that had one very rough goal; destroying foreign imperialism on their land."

"The spark notes version is that through the 2010s, its founder General Mohmar 'Deathstrike' formed a collation of various leaders, most of whom would become the current 'generals' of the GLA, began amassing an army, before in 2019 Deathstrike made his first move. Using a nuclear weapon that a traitorous Chinese General gave him, he detonated the 5-kiloton nuclear weapon in Beijing during the PRC, or People's Republic of China, 70th anniversary military parade, marking the start of the GLA War. For ten years the GLa fought all across central Asia, the Middle East, before the final battle in Europe, where the GLA was 'defeated' and expelled from the aforementioned areas in theory after the Battle of Hamburg, where Rodall Juhziz detonated a dirty nuke before the remaining GLA fighters in Europe were defeated by the Chinese Army."

"In reality, the war was a victory for them. Yes, China became the world's superpower, but the US and her allies in Europe were in tatters, and most of the GLA's leadership remained intact. In fact, General Deathstrike fled with his second Anwar Sulaymaan to North Africa where they were greeted not by protesting citizens but rather adoring masses who saw Deathstrike as a liberator and the slayer of Imperialism. The GLA then went a period of relative quiet as it fell into infighting when Deathstrike 'retired', but his death in 2032 allowed Anwar to take control over the GLA."

"Holy hell, what about the world, why didn't anyone stop them?!" Ironwood shouted. Jaune sighed.

"Its kind of hard to fight a war when your country had to deal with an economic downfall, civil distress, and or been fighting for several decades. Europe was finically broken by the GLA War, having to rely on China to rebuild themselves. The US went into extreme isolation and suffered an economic crash which caused them to downsize their military and caused a couple of their own Generals to revolt. As for China, well they were rebuilding Europe and Central Asia, so they had their hands full so they couldn't take the fight to the GLA in North Africa or the Middle East." Jaune answered.

James took a deep breath, angered that such an extreme terrorist group was able to wreak havoc and remain intact, but he understood that sometimes it is better to stop chasing your enemy rather than risking a civil war due to economic troubles. James then decided to ask some questions that he had about Jaune himself.

"Well, going away from the GLA for now, what is this Bundeswehr and Panzer-Jager company you mentioned earlier that you were a part of?" James asked.

"The Bundeswehr is the German Federation's army. However, due to the rise of the European Continental Alliance, the Bundeswehr is one of the several armies that form the European Continental Army, which while each army may run things their way, they must use the weapons the ECA had decided to use and follow the ECA's military operations. As for my company, the 115th Panzer-Jaeger was one of several dedicated anti-tank companies formed to counter the threat of enemy tank formations. Usually my company and others like it were running across the front, fighting where intel indicated the enemy armored forces be."

"I see, so what are tanks?" James asked. "I haven't come across that term during my time in the military." Jaune paused, almost as though it was inconceivable that James couldn't have heard about tanks before groaning.

"I forget this is Remnant and not Earth," Jaune moaned in dismay. "Short answer is this; tanks are tracked armored fighting vehicles that generally carry a massive cannon in a turret that can fire high explosive shells or armor piercing shells, designed to support infantry in their pushes. It was my job to use my tanks and tank destroyers to find and neutralize the enemy tanks."

"Ah, I see now, but that doesn't seem useful for against the Grimm," James said. Jaune shook his head.

"Earth doesn't have Grimm to deal with, so their equipment is tailored to fight against one another, to devastating effect," Jaune stated. He raised a hand to stop the protest that James and Winter were about to begin. "Seriously, if there is one thing I've learned from my time on Earth it's this; there is no peace, only an interlude until the next war. Man will always fight against one another, for whatever belief they use to justify war. Religion, economies, peace, land, whatever it is, it doesn't matter."

James and Winter saw that Jaune was tired, as though this truth weighed on him like a ball and chain. James was able to sympathize with Jaune, while Winter felt pity for him, which made to two of them want to get off the topic of war. As if sensing their desire to get off the topic, Ironwood's scroll pinged. He checked and saw it was from Ozpin.

"Well Mr. Arc, until we finish discussing what had happened for the last nineteen years and can determine what to do with you, you will be lodging in one of the officer's room. Specialist Winter will show you to the room. If you need anything, the room has an intercom system linked to the various facilities, and give them the code Winter will give you so they know you are supposed to be here. I have a meeting to attend to, so if you'll excuse me…"

Jaune watched as the general left the room, before he saw Winter hand him an envelope. Opening it he saw his ribbons and medal were inside, along with a slip of paper with a twenty digit code.

"If you will follow me Mr. Arc we will get you settled into your room," Winter said. Jaune nodded, getting up. Winter's eyes slightly widened as she saw Jaune's left robotic leg and the small battery that rested on his lower back. Jaune saw this and shook his head.

"If this is shocking to you, then you should see some of the more unfortunate bastards that lost more than a leg," Jaune said. "In war, losing a leg is bad, but some men I knew were left little more than drooling bodies due to damages to their brain, and then there are the unlucky sods who suffered from injuries caused by things like radiation, napalm, and chemical weapons. Those kinds of injuries stick around for life."

"It sounds like where you had come back from is hell," Winter said. Jaune shrugged.

"It can be, but on the other hand it can be like heaven, just depends where and where you are," Jaune answered. The two remained silent until eventually they arrived at the room Jaune would be temporarily residing in. Jaune punched in the code for the room and saw it was a modest affair; a bed in one corner, a desk with shelves along a wall, and finally a TV with some machines for whatever downtime the officer might have.

"Well, here we are, dinner is generally served at six, so when it comes time just use the intercom to call in a meal," Winter said. She paused for a moment. "One last thing Mr. Arc before I leave, were the GLA the worst thing back on Earth?"

She saw Jaune's features darken, his fists clenched so tightly Winter saw blood bleeding out of the wounds his nails had caused.

"Regrettably they aren't the worst, which is saying something," Jaune growled out. "No, by far the worst people are General Alexsandr and his god forsaken Shock Divisions. They make the GLA look like undisciplined soldiers with anger issues."

"They are that bad?" Winter asked confused. "But I thought the GLA-" Jaune chuckled darkly.

"Put it to you this way; the Shock Divisions are well known for using prisoners of war as target practice, and they didn't shy away from public executions in conquered areas," Jaune said. Before Winter could speak up, Jaune spoke up once more.

"I'm tired and I've lost a lot of good friends today, so I would like some time to myself if it's no different to you Specialist Schnee." Winter only nodded, staying in place after Jaune closed the door. She felt slightly sick, as what kind of monster would use prisoners as targets?

Author's Note: Damn, long chapter, but it covers a lot of ground quickly. So onto some points.

-Jaune's affliations with the ECA: I choose to have Jaune join them as in ROTR's timeline, the ECA get involved in a lot of things, including Operation Nemesis (more on that later in the story), the failed attempt to rescue General Orlov's forces in Africa against the GLA (very critical this point, both in ROTR's canon and this story's) and finally World War 3, where the ECA is on the backfoot in the beginning due to the Russian Juggernaut smashing through their lines and making it as far as the Lowlands, France, and the British Isles.

But also, I don't see Jaune working for the GLA (they are terrorists), China (too large a cultural change and he would stand out like a sore thumb), America (America would be in the decline and going through military downsizing after the First GLA war), or Russia (already have a story set in Endwar's canon with Ruby fighting for the Russians, plus there are some elements that wouldn't make it conductive for Jaune to be fighting for Russia). So the ECA being quite possibly the closest culturally to what he would be used to plus he shares a lot with the ECA's general opinion on things (terrorists need to be brought down, personal freedoms, etc).

-Tanks in Remnant (or why there aren't any): For a while, I was puzzled as to why Remnant has airships, drones, and the Paladin combat mech, but no tanks. But then I thought about the main threat Remnant faces; the Grimm. The Grimm have armor to be sure, but its clear that huntsmen's weapons can pack quite a punch (see Coco cutting a Deathstalker in half), and the nature of how the four kingdoms form themselves; they choose areas that is difficult terrain to limit the Grimm they face. Tanks may be able to traverse difficult terrain, but you know what works better? Airships that can bypass terrain, drones that can walk between trees and aren't hampered as badly in things like mud, snow, sand, and finally Mechs, which are a little eccentric but are shown to be fairly mobile.

Tanks also are expensive to produce, and if you never had experience building one, it would be a massive drain should the tanks you build get smashed to bits and pieces before they have any noticeable impact.

That said, Remnant is about to see what tanks (and other things that would seem to be a no brainer unless you consider that Remnant doesn't have the luxary or peace to develop them) can provide. For instance, tanks are fucking tough, and won't be bitch punched like the Paladin did when Roman thought to face Yang with it, they can mount huge ass cannons (which btw, where the hell are they on Remnant? You literally so no big ass guns to blast hordes of Grimm to a bloody mess), and finally you could use them to protect forces on the ground with them like a shield line would do in ancient to medieval battles.

-Jaune's role in Remnant: It will be shown in the next chapter, but suffice it to say, Jaune will be implementing his experiences on Earth to keep Remnant safe from the Grimm and to hunt down the White Fang (and others, but that's for later). But he will have some obstacles, such as the Council (arrogant pieces of shit who refuse to see the larger picture if it means a loss of power for them), the SDC (Jaune will meet Jacques Schnee, and let's say it will be quite memorable), and finally the huntsmen's society, for reason that will be explained later. So just wait, it'll be great.

That's it for now, so read the next chapter, and I'll catch you guys next time.