Chapter 3: Reviewing The situation
Present time, Ironwood's Office, Atlas
Ironwood sighed as he sat in his chair before punching in his code to begin the meeting with Ozpin. A holographic screen popped up, and Ironwood couldn't refrain from groaning as he saw that not only was it Ozpin, but he brought that miserable drunk of a huntsman Qrow Branwen into the meeting.
"What, not glad to see me Jimmy, am I not so uptight you could feed me coal and have me shit out diamonds?" Qrow drunkenly asked.
"No, but you are always drunk and a pain in the ass to deal with Branwen, so to keep this short, what are you calling me about Ozpin?" James asked, trying to ignore the various swears that Qrow was spewing his way.
"I was calling about if you had anything on your end with regards to the Arc family," Ozpin said. "All of my sources have come up dry, and Qrow's…"
"Silent as a coffin," Qrow muttered bitterly. "I mean, you would think that some upshot asshole that wants to make Remnant his oyster would be reveling in taking the Arcs out or holding them hostage, but no one is claiming responsibility for their disappearance."
"So, anything come up for you?" Ozpin asked. James refrained from frowning as he thought. On one hand, he could tell Ozpin everything he knows about Mr. Arc who was now in his own room, but how to do it without looking mad? On the other, he could withhold that information, keep all the knowledge that Mr. Arc knows and the details of his weapons that he and his men were using a secret. But that would mean lying to the one man that he could reasonable say held the needs of Remnant before his own. In the end he decided to upload the medical files and send them to both men before speaking.
He waited as he saw Ozpin and Qrow read the file for a moment, before Qrow came out with his response.
"Bull fucking shit, you believe this Jimmy?" Qrow angrily asked. "You really believe this 34-year old man is the 15-year old son of Nicholas Arc? Have you lost you-"
"Qrow, peace," Ozpin said. "While I have a hard time believing this, DNA doesn't lie, especially if it was gotten from the source and compared to a known sample. So, James, has Jaune Arc spoken about what happened to his family?" James sighed.
"Sadly, yes he has," Ironwood confirmed. "Unfortunately, the rest of the Arcs are dead according to him, and given how passionate he was on the subject, I'm inclined to agree with him."
He saw Ozpin's and Qrow's varied reactions. Qrow threw his flask out of sight, letting out a ripple of curses that not even sailors could hope to compete with, while Ozpin shook his head in dismay. It took a moment but Ozpin finally asked the question James dreaded answering.
"So how did the Arcs die?" James sighed once more before answering.
"According to Jaune Arc, the Arc family, through means unknown to him, ended up in another world and right into the middle of a nationwide insurrection," James began. "His family were killed by a bomb truck loaded with seven tons of explosives." Qrow choked on whatever response he had prepared.
"Seven tons?! Who the fuck needs to build a bomb that large?!" Qrow shouted.
"Apparently, this Global Liberation Army, or GLA for short," James answered. "This GLA had been waging a decade long war against all the world's superpower and well off nations, and this insurrection in…'Germany' was one of the last acts in the First GLA War."
"A war lasting a decade," Ozpin muttered. "Not even the Great War lasted that long."
"Why the hell would this GLA fight for that long, I mean the Grimm…"
"'Earth' as Jaune called it had no Grimm or Dust, and as such they were left to prosper and wage war amongst one another with care about the negativity it would generate that in our world would cause the Grimm to amass," James answered. "Also, it sounds like Earth has several nations that would be able to stamp out the kingdoms, such as this China Jaune mentioned; they ended up becoming a 'superpower' and began rebuilding two war ravaged continents."
"Damn, makes you wonder what the other countries are like if one country can afford to rebuild two landmasses," Qrow said, quietly respecting the Chinese though still having his doubts about the whole 'new world' thing.
"I haven't been able to ask much, but I will be sure to find out as much as I can, as since they don't rely on Dust or deal with Grimm, 'Earth's' countries have some different opinions on what works, militarily speaking at least," James said. "That said, Ozpin, do you have any ideas on what we can have Mr. Arc do in the meantime? He has military experience, if him being a Colonel is anything to say, but with his different experiences, I don't know how he or the council will react."
Everyone in the meeting gave their form of displeasure at the mention of the council. It wasn't they were bad, certainly better than the monarchs who would wage petty wars amongst each other, but they were far from incorruptible. It wasn't unusual for the councilors to be in the pockets of those with a veritable spring of wealth, as was the case with Atlas's council being in the pocket of Jacques Schnee.
"If the kid's got experience, why not have him keep doing what he is doing?" Qrow stated. "I mean, you officers seem to be lifers for what it's worth, I doubt telling him to become a civilian would really work out well, for him and Remnant."
"I would normally agree, which is shocking since the idea came from you Qrow, but his experience were different than any of the kingdom's military. From the little bit I got from him, it sounds like Earth's armies are focused on ground warfare, as he was the CO of an anti-vehicle division. Imagine for a moment how out of the water he would be if given command of one of Atlas's Air-Cruisers."
"That wouldn't be a good use of his time that would be for sure," Qrow muttered. James sighed; he needed an answer with regards to Mr. Arc, but the most simple answer failed to work because he wouldn't be used to the doctrines employed by any of the kingdoms and would butt heads due to his experiences. Thankfully Ozpin gave him another option.
"You said that Earth doesn't have nor use Dust, is that correct?" Ozpin asked rhetorically. "Then why not have him in charge of an army research group that not only builds new tech but also tries out new doctrines?"
"Hmm, that could work, but getting it passed with the Council will be difficult…" Ozpin smirked, something James rarely saw.
"Then make it sound like his efforts are to supplement what the military already has, so that way Atlas's council's backer doesn't feel threaten by his efforts," Ozpin said. "If that doesn't work, hire him as an outside contractor so his skills aren't wasted."
"I see," James said. "Very well. I must go and see the equipment that Mr. Arc and his men had on him when we found him, I'll be sure to send you a report on their effectiveness." Ironwood didn't wait for the others before closing his display. He got up and headed to the armory, setting his mind on how to sell the Council on Mr. Arc's capabilities.
Present Time, Jaune's Room, Atlas
"Tch, are you kidding me?!" Jaune cursed, angrily tossing the book he had just been reading, disgusted by what he read.
Thinking it prudent to get a lay of how Atlas ran their military in due part because he suspected General Ironwood would want to have Jaune in his fold due to his outside experience and knowledge of weapons that Remnant didn't or couldn't employ, Jaune had spent the last couple of hours reading various manuals, officer's textbooks, and researching the weapons of Remnant. But in doing so, Jaune felt the bitter taste of iron in his mouth, as he became appalled at how…inadequate Atlas's military and those of the other kingdoms were.
First was the issue that it wasn't the military that had the best equipment or soldiers. No, those belonged to the huntsman academies, which followed no higher authority save perhaps the Council (which he thought was chocked full of corruption), and followed no set doctrines and had no orders other than 'kill Grimm' and on occasion national threats. The military had standardized equipment which was its one saving grace, but its men…his rookies fresh from Basic would be able to deal with the supposed 'veterans' of Atlas's military.
The standards the infantry of Atlas were held to were barely above the standard set by the military after the Second World War. In addition, despite being quoted as 'disciplined and unyielding', the average Atlesian soldier was expected to merely 'hold on until huntsman arrive' when it came to Grimm incursions. But by far the worst thing was the lack of squad level tactics. The soldiers would literally be ordered to push to an area and expected to work together despite the very lack of tactical deployment. It was like if a young kid was given command of soldiers and ordered them to just rush a hill, with no care as to how the soldiers got there and when they got there.
Next was the issue that Atlas employed a ridiculous number of drones. Jaune knew from experience that drones had their uses; the US after the First GLA War became obsessed with drones and dedicated entire war factories to pumping out drones. And you know what, they succeeded in supplementing the army the US had and performed roles that fulfilled the three Ds; dirty, dangerous, and dull.
But Atlas's drones weren't the kind the US employed; oh no, instead they were built to replace soldiers. In fact, Atlas's military has a drone to human soldier ratio of, according to one source, 2 to 1. And apparently, these drones weren't that great. The Atlesian Knight-100 were equipped with 5mm submachine guns with a capacity of two hundred rounds…only. That right, these knights couldn't reload and they only carried two hundred rounds. The average FELIN rifleman in the ECA was expected to carry no less than six magazines carrying forty rounds of 5.7mm caseless ammunitions for their HKFN-22. And the knights weren't programmed to handled CQC situations, being only made to enforce the gun line that Atlas was sure was the best solution to the Grimm.
Alas this led to the third issue; lack of depth in the military. Sure, Atlas has their infantry, their crappy knights, and finally their air-cruisers, but other than that, they had nothing! No artillery, no tanks, no remote weapon systems, no landmines, no surface to air missiles, no surface to surface missiles, hell their infantry had no anti-armor weapons! If the Atlesian military encountered a fortress or high-class Grimm, their response was either use an air-cruiser to bombard it with rockets and gunfire or to call in a team of hunters.
Which in turn led to the final issue, Atlas, along with all of the other kingdoms, didn't expand in any way that made fucking sense! Instead of building a module outpost with weapon systems, a garrison of men, and then build outward before creating a walled off city, they tried to make a civilian city and expected the citizens and their undertrained militia to hold onto the ground they 'claimed'. In fact, Jaune was certain that if Vale had taken the same practices the ECA had when building a regional command center, that the disaster of Mountain Glenn could've been avoided.
A knock on his door alerted Jaune to the presence of someone at his door. He sighed, minimizing the window on the computer before he called out.
"Come in," Jaune said. The door opened, revealing Winter with a plate with a steak and potatoes.
"Hello Mr. Arc, I checked with the kitchens not too long ago to see if you had eaten, and the staff notified me they never heard from you, so I brought you something to eat," Winter said. "Though I see you were busy reading about our military. I hope its meets your expectations-"
"To be honest Specialist Winter, your military is being run into the ground by incompetency and compliancy," Jaune answered. "If what I read was put in front of the leading generals of the ECA, or for that matter any of the other major powers back on Earth, it would be laughed at and dismissed as amateurish." Winter choked, but managed to place the plate of food on the desk.
"It can't be that bad, can it?" Winter asked. "I mean, I agree the military could use some adjusting and updating, but it's working isn't?" Jaune chuckled.
"Tell me Specialist, what would the Atlesian military's response to a herd of Goliaths rampaging its outlying cities?" Winter frowned for a moment, thinking what would really happen.
"Most likely, the air fleet would be martialed and sent to destroy the Goliaths before they could do too much damage," Winter answered. Jaune hummed for a moment before posing another question.
"And pray tell how long does it take for the air fleet to be martialed?" Jaune asked. "Say, for instance, the city of Ostburg at the edges of Atlas's border was under siege, how long would the air fleet take to get there?"
Winter raised an eyebrow, not quite getting where Jaune was going with this, but she decide to humor him. She knew that with a well-trained crew that an air cruiser and its compliment of Arrowhead and Bullheads and knights could be readied in an hour, and the speed of an airship was roughly 130 kilometers. Taking into account the distance from Atlas to Ostburg was roughly 650 kilometers away, she figured it would take six hours-
Winter felt her blood chill at what she realized Jaune was getting at. It would take the air fleet six fucking hours before it could arrive at Ostburg, and it wasn't the furthest city from Atlas's capital. In that time, Ostburg would likely be flattened by a large group of Goliaths.
"I glad that your response is stunned silence, as it means there is someone in this piss-poor excuse of a military with a working brain," Jaune said. "So, let me ask you this, what would be the first thing you would do if you could improve the military with a blank check?" Winter sighed.
"I probably invest in giving our cities and settlements some means to protect themselves until the military could arrive, give our soldiers weapons that could tackle large Grimm without relying on our airships, and perhaps build faster airships so they could get to our cities in a couple of hours, not in a quarter of a day," Winter answered. Jaune nodded.
"Not bad suggestions overall, but sadly the foundation Atlas's military has is quite bad. Your soldiers I hate to say are so grossly incompetent compared to what I was used to working with and against that the GLA, if they were here, would run you guys over," Jaune said. "So your suggestions would fall because the men under your command are largely incompetent." Winter bristled at the insult.
"How dare you say that?! Atlas has one of the best militaries Remnant has ever seen, it-"
"Humor me and answer this one question; how long is your military basic military training and what are the requirements for a soldier to become an officer?" Jaune asked as he cut into the steak. Winter sighed.
"Basic is five weeks, and in order to become an officer a soldier must have served at least one two-year tour of duty and go through a three-week officer's training course. Why do- Oh god, are you alright?!"
Jaune had begun to choke on his steak, shocked at Winter's answer. Winter quickly got behind Jaune and performed the Heimlich Maneuver, quickly causing him to cough up the piece of steak. He coughed a couple of times, before eventually getting his breathing back under control. He then spoke.
"On Earth, basic training is no less than eight weeks in the ECA, going up as far as twelve in some countries, and to become an officer you are expected to have gone through 4-years of higher education following high school, go through basic, and then you can go through Officer's training which lasts for roughly three to four weeks. Of course, you can bypass some of this by attending military academies like I did which cuts the time involved slightly. But on average, a private can be as young as 18-years old, while the lowest rank of officer is generally 22-years to 23-years old," Jaune answered.
"Why so much time is spent on training?" Winter asked. Jaune sighed.
"Because the time spent training is time spent instilling the soldiers with discipline and a thick skin so when they end up in combat they don't immediately fold and break rank," Jaune answered. Winter nodded, but she was still miffed that Jaune didn't have any respect for Atlas's military.
"Okay, but why do you hate Atlas's military?" Winter questioned. "What are we doing that is so…wrong?" Jaune rubbed his chin, thinking for a moment before answering.
"It's a multitude of things, but chief amongst them is that the army's response isn't to face the problem with its own resources; instead you rely on your air fleets or the huntsmen to solve problems you can't solve. This kind of thinking causes the army to stagnate, and when an army stagnates it allows for an enemy to figure out your weakness and exploit the ever-living shit out of it. I respect those that choose to serve, but they aren't getting the training or equipment they need, and they are being let down by a failure in doctrine."
"I see," Winter said quietly. "So what you would do if you could change the military?" Jaune chuckled.
"Well, first I rewrite and improve the standards of basic training, to include squad and higher level tactics, field aid, and heavy weapons training," Jaune began. "Then I would expand the weaponry the military had to include man portable anti-air and anti-armor to tackle large Grimm and armored foes, and introduce Remnant to the Panzer Division, the Engineering Corps, and finally the Artillery Brigade."
"What are Panzers-"
"Ah, Panzers is the German shorthand for tanks. The engineering corps would be mainly to build fortifications and defenses that would allow the build-up of new cities over time, and artillery- ah, nothing quite compares to the thunder of 155mm artillery shells raining down on the enemy from over thirty-five kilometers away. I doubt most Grimm horde would withstand the force of a battery of 155mm howitzers blasting away at them from that far away."
"So is artillery a big deal back on Earth?" Winter asked, slightly worried by how calm Jaune was with his description of artillery. Jaune nodded.
"Yes, every major power has some form of artillery as his disposal. The ECA has the Mortar Track which uses an auto-loading 120mm mortar, the 155mm emplaced howitzers and the Claymore cannon, the US uses their Tomahawk cruise missiles, Russia uses mostly the Gorgon SPG, and the Chinese have their Inferno Cannons and Nuke Cannons. The GLA does use artillery, but not as extensively as the aforementioned nations, as they either have to make their own from scraps or steal them from unguarded weapons depots. They used to use SCUD-D IRBMs, but they were largely neutralized during the First GLA war, so now they use the BM-21 Grad and their annoying, pesky Rocket Buggies."
"Rocket Buggies?" Winter questioned. Jaune nodded.
"Yeah, that was my reaction the first time I saw them shortly after my family died, but they are fast and mobile. But after seeing a group of three tear into a Chinese Tank column unscathed, I learned to respect them."
"Odd, but why did artillery become so popular on Earth?" Winter asked. "I mean, the biggest gun on Remnant I think was the train mounted 100mm cannon, but it was inefficient against the Grimm."
"That is because Earth has a long ass history of siege warfare," Jaune simply stated. "Whereas Remnant had to stay mobile in the case you needed to run from the Grimm, Earth had the issue of the old kingdoms building impressive series of fortifications that required heavy siege engines to break. As cannons moved from breaking down castles to dealing with moving formations of men, artillery become more mobile, using various shells, and there were a multitude of designs of heavy guns, from direct fire cannons, long range indirect fire Howitzers, and plunging fire mortars. Even now artillery is going through several changes to suit the changing battlefield."
"So is bigger artillery better?" Winter asked. Jaune chuckled.
"Not really," Jaune said. "I mean, the Germans during the second World War made a 800mm railway cannon that weighed around 1350 tons and could lob a seven hundred kilogram shell up to 47-kilometers. But the thing required a minimum of 250 to set the gun up, not to mention the 2500 is took to lay down the tracks to make the thing mobile. And the destruction it could unleash with its shells could be replicated or bettered by bombers of the time. No, the big three of artillery is firepower, mobility, and range. In fact, of the major powers, the Chinese Nuke cannons are the biggest by caliber and powe-wait, I forgot about the Pandora Cannon the ECA has." Winter was surprised by Jaune's bitter tone at the end.
"What's the Pandora Cannon, and why are you seemingly disgusted with it?" Winter asked. Jaune leaned back in his chair.
"The Pandora Cannon is the center piece of the ECA's Pandora Protocol. To explain, I must ask, does Remnant have anything close to unconditional warfare?"
"Um, what do you mean?" winter asked. Jaune shook his head.
"From your response that would-be no. Unconditional Warfare is just that; a war with no limitations, no restrictions, no conditions. On Earth the term used was 'No Quarter', and in essence it meant that the nation wouldn't take care of any prisoners of war it captured, it would use weapons normally banned by war conventions, and in general showing no mercy to their enemy."
"The Pandora Protocol is focused on that idea, only in a way worse. It's the ace in the hole, the trump card, the line in the sand for the ECA's higher ups. I only know of it because of my fa-adopted father's vehemence against it and he wanted to warn me about it. In essence, in the event the defeat is inevitable for the ECA, as was looking the case when I was fighting against the Russians in the Third World War, the Pandora Protocol would lift all the bans on restricted weapons that the ECA had agreed to."
"The tear-gas bomb strikes that would immobilize our enemies would be replaced with nerve gas to outright kill them and anyone exposed to the gas, our ground penetrating bombs would be replaced with neutron bombs, or salted nuclear weapons which unleash untold lethal levels of radiation in addition to the explosion they cause, and the Pandora cannon would be fielded."
"The Pandora cannon is a massive 495mm railgun able to launch 'enhanced radiation' warheads up to one hundred kilometers and destroy everything in the immediate blast zone. It then leaves behind a field of radiation that can penetrate the armor of even the heaviest tanks, killing men in a manner so gruesome that if I was in their shoes, I would take my pistol and blow my god damn brains out before succumbing to the radiation."
"My god, did the Protocol ever go into effect?" Winter asked horrified.
"I hope to hell not, but by 2047, the ECA was pushed back to France. I don't know how much longer we could've held out without allies, and I don't know how long it would be before our Prime Minister decided enough was enough. I ended up here before it went into effect, so I pray it was never implemented, because if Russia's nuclear arsenal was given to General Alexsandr, he would've glassed Europe without a second thought."
"What?!" Winter shouted. "This Alexsandr, he would've used these nukes to 'glass' Europe? You mean these nukes…"
"Nukes are powered by either atomic fission or atomic fusion, and can reach temperatures and pressures that can seemingly 'glass' the Earth, and yes, General Alexsandr is a monster in the guise of a human, seeing people as mere test subjects to his shock divisions and his experimental weapons."
Winter looked at him numbly, trying to process someone so vile that the thought of destroying thousands to millions of lives wouldn't even weigh on their consciousness. She couldn't, and so prayed that such a person would never show up on Remnant.
"Anyway, I believe we've talked for a bit, but it is getting late and my pursuit of knowledge has left me wishing to rest so I can think more clearly about the situation," Jaune said. "So I'm going to retire for the evening Specialist Schn-"
"Just call me Winter," Winter said. "I understand in public being called Specialist, but in private I rather be referred to my name."
"Then don't call me Mr. Arc, call me Jaune," Jaune said. "But regardless of the nomenclature we wish to go by, I should retire, as I expect the General to want to speak to me more in depth tomorrow." Winter nodded.
"Very well then Jaune, I'll hopefully see you in the morning," Winter said, before she left his room. Jaune sighed. The thought of the war he had been fighting in only to be removed from it was beginning to plague his mind. He prayed that whatever it was that took his and his emergency HQ wouldn't bring any other horrors to Remnant and that the war in Europe would come to a end.
Outpost Charlie, Vacuo
"Damn it's so hot out here," complained Corporal Andrews of Vacuo's Rangers. Unlike their Atlesian counterparts, Vacuo didn't rely on a large army of robotic knights and shadowing air-cruisers to keep their lands safe, but rather small teams of rangers who were trained to survive in harsh deserts the surround Vacuo and report the positions of any Grimm, and if need be take them out with long range sniper rifles.
"Shut up Andrews; you're a ranger, act like one!" snapped Captain Kelly. "Anyway, we have a job to do, apparently another Bullhead went missing near here, and it will be our job to find them if possible." That caused the rangers in the small pillbox to listen.
"What could've taken out a Bullhead out here?" questioned Sergeant Smithers. "The only thing out here are deathworms, King Taijitus, and Creeps, and none of them can take out a Bullhead."
"I said it went missing, not taken out; perhaps they ran out of fuel and their radio is busted," postulated Captain Kelly. "Now come on, get to the Warthogs!" The rangers quickly grabbed their gear and got in their 4x4 warthogs that were modified for desert environments. They quickly rolled out, and for hours they scoured the desert, looking for any sign of the Bullhead.
It was when Captain Kelly was about to abort the search when he got a frantic radio message from his Sergeant.
"Captain, we're under fire!" reported Sergeant Smithers. "We can't see whose firing, but Corporal - and Private Bell - and slowly - out, we need-" Captain tried to adjust his radio, but the interference kept getting worse until nothing was forthcoming. He then tried to raise the others, only to get the same interference.
"Damn it!" Captain Kelly shouted, throwing his radio down. "Why the hell do they give us piece of shit equipment!? Why if I-" Kelly was interrupted as his driver Corporal Baker's brains splattered across his face. Kelly immediately ducked out of the Warthog as another round impacted the front windshield. Kelly heard his gunner Private Deckard open fire with the chain gun at a sand dune, only for a round to blow out his brains, which was followed by the echo of the gunshot.
Kelly rolled underneath the Warthog, hoping it might provide a level of protection against the snipers. However, as he lay there, Kelly pondered who else would be out here. The White Fang perhaps, but as far as he knew they operated out of Vale, not Vacuo. Then there were bandits, but they tended to stay near the popular caravan routes, not some practically unplottable desert.
He was pulled out of his musing when he heard a truck approaching him, followed by the opening of doors. Kelly was about to pull out his pistol when he heard the ratcheting of a weighty bolt of a heavy machine gun and the clicking of several safeties.
"Throw away your weapons and come on out Ranger, and you have my guarantee you won't be killed. Resist however, you and your men we have captured will be killed," a deep voice demanded. Kelly froze; his training never covered what the fuck to do in this kind of situation! He was meant to kill Grimm, not people!
"You've have ten seconds to obey before I decapitate the first man," the voice said. Kelly gritted his teeth but decided to obey the man's order; he wasn't going to let his men die due to his stubbornness, to hell with being labeled a traitor. He threw away his pistol and his rifle, before crawling out from underneath the Warthog.
In front of him was a group of men with several belt-fed machine guns, a few with machetes, and two with a six-round revolving grenade launcher, with a truck that was modified with a hardened grill, steel mesh over the window, and a heavy machine gun on a stand that cleared the cabin of the truck. The leader, a heavily black skinned and incredibly fit man wearing a red beret and black sunglasses smirked as he pulled out some zip chords.
"I'm so glad you were so cooperative, the other rangers were so dammed stubborn that we killed them all," the man. Kelly recoiled in disgust at the man's casual manners to the execution of his men.
"What the hell do you want?!" Kelly asked. "Why the hell did you kill all of my men?!" The leader chuckled.
"Hehe, I don't know," the leader said. "I'm here for the coin. My employers however want you for reason I don't know, but he offered us these fine weapons, which will make our jobs so much easier in the future." Kelly felt a bloom of disgust as he realized that these men were mercenaries, Remnant's dirty little secret, as they had no qualms about doing things that would haunt men till the end of their days.
The leader grinned, before leveling a massive revolver to Kelly's head.
"Now, be a cooperative prisoner and tie yourself up with these zip chords, I do want to be paid for tonight's hunts," the leader said. Kelly did as the leader said, and before long he was in the bed of the truck with one of the mercs point a gun at him. He wondered where the hell he was going to end up, and who would want one of Vacuo's rangers.
Author's Note: Another chapter, and this is it for the day 1 chapter upload. So we get to see jaune's opinion on Remnant's military, in particular Atlas's, and it's not good. To explain why, let me explain.
Drones are useful for a multitude of jobs. Want to sneakily shove a missile into a terrorist's truck without risking a pilot? Use a UAV equipped with ATGM and blow them up to kingdom come. Want to observe the enemy for hours without having to risk a recon team or waste resources on fuel the man power stakeout? Use drones to observe them, then you're only concern is fuel, and well, drones like the US's predator are pretty fucking fuel efficient all things considered.
But the knights-series that Remnant employs are fucking garbage! Seriously, the Knights-130 that appear in the Black trailer are dismembered by Blake and Adam like they were fucking bowling ball pins! And the knights-200 in volume 2 and 3 are able to be hacked like everything else is by a single computer virus, are you kidding me?! Does Remnant not know of something call compartmentalize programming?
Then we have the soldiers of Atlas, which Cinder is able to defeat like they were novice when she infiltrated the CCT Tower, which by the way, if it was closed off for the night, why didn't the soldiers, oh I don't know, turn off the only elevator to the top?! The soldiers of Atlas are pathetic excuse, and they are considered the best in Remnant? Oh, you can bet your ass I was going to tear into them.
Plus, we see nothing as far as armor is concerned; and no, the Paladin doesn't count for if Yang can literally shatter one with a punch (granted it was buffed with her semblance but still), it isn't armor! So they only rely on crappy drones, shitty soldiers, and a fleet of air-cruisers, which btw, Neo was able to hijack so Roman can destroy the other cruisers. This is simply inexcusable, so of course Jaune, having been in an actual military that faced off against human opponents would have huge issue with Atlas's military.
So Jaune's role will be reforming Atlas's military into something a bit more capable. How; by structuring it to resemble the ECA's military, which is perfect for Remnant as its focus is on hard, sturdy defenses and blowing up threats well before they get within range of the defenses. But since he lead a Panzer-Jager division, do expect him to supplement the bread and butter of the ECA's bunkers and artillery with tanks and tank destroyers for Atlas.
Also, why has no one asked about nuclear weapons to Jaune despite him mentioning how one destroyed Hamburg in Chapter 2? Well, that is simple; they don't know it's a big deal, until Jaune informed Winter of the Pandora Protocol. Plus, its not like you can build the facilities needed to begin nuclear research and building the bombs when you are surrounded by things that are trying to kill you, so don't expect nukes on Remnant any time soon.
Now, somethings about ROTR that you might want to know about are the units. I could do a little bit at the end where I talk about the tech and history of weapon systems, important people, etc that appear in ROTR so you guys can know without having to go through 5 forum pages of dozens of developer dairies to get the story, but only if you guys want me to, so leave your opinion in the reviews or shoot me a PM expressing your opinion.
Now, that short scene with Captain Kelly, trust me, it ties into ROTR, and it's not going to be pretty; the White Fang is going to have some serious competition for most dangerous terrorist organization on Remnant soon. It will be expanded on in the next couple of chapters, and just to let you know, Vacuo is about to be in some deep shit soon.
Anyway, that is all for now, so please read, review, follow, and favorite this story, leave your opinion on the 'ROTR technical details', and I'll see you guys next time.