Hey all! Thanks again for supporting me. This is world three, and I hope you enjoy. As for comments here we go.
Slayer-236: Maybe?
Doopaloop: Thank you. That was more me trying to write every detail of a single episode down haha. It got easier as the episode went on.
CrazyCriticer46: It's obvious given what Zero One is about.
Jer: Thank you for your time then.
Ultimate Kuuga: Ah Saint Seiya such a good show. I might just do one then.
Baron Bolt: Fate, that is something I want to do but unsure what just yet.
Guest with 50 suggestions: OH boy that was a lot. I don't know but I'll give all of them a thought.
Guest: I think you mean...Shooting Star Dragon. Haha.
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Everyone stood frozen at the casual mention of the Cameraman's actual occupation.
Destroyer of Worlds.
All of them seemed worried and that Jaune rolled his eyes before raising his camera and taking a picture. "I'm getting this as a souvenir. I'm going back to their world and grab some more," the Cameraman said to the Curator before a blurry white, black and grey wall appeared before him and swallowed the man whole. This left the spot he was standing in empty.
"I'm sure you have questions," the Curator said calmly.
"Yeah, who the fuck was that?" Qrow asked. "And who the fuck are you?" He was helped into one of the lobby chairs by his nieces and they went and grabbed him some water, with permission of course. Glynda and Ozpin also took seats, both of them still slightly winded.
"That Mr. Branwen is Jaune Arc, aka Destroyer of Worlds, aka Decade." The Curator wiggled his hand and an image of the Cameraman appeared. "He's a multiversal being who can easily traverse all the worlds to his liking."
"And the whole Destroyer of Worlds part?" Ozpin asked.
"Just as it states, he destroys worlds," the Curator responded. Seeing their tense reactions he waved them off. "Do not be like that. The Cameraman's job as Destroyer of Worlds is a benevolent thing."
"And how is destroying a world a good thing?" Pyrrha asked suddenly more untrustworthy of the man before them.
"Would you prefer he didn't destroy a world full of zombies? One where Faunus has been wiped out by humans or vice versa? Do you not want him to destroy a universe where some evil rises to power and rules with an iron fist?" the Curator rhetorically asked. This got the students to go quiet and the adults to be more thoughtful. "What he does is to ensure that nothing goes out of balance. That there is a chance the craziness of the multiverse doesn't go even more crazy."
"But...what of the innocent people?" Nora asked.
The Curator sighed and smiled. "Well, they are safe. When he destroys a world, it resets them to the point before its turn for the worse but also takes out the negative aspect that leads it down the path that it needs destruction."
"How can we trust you?" Ozpin asked.
"The fact that neither of us has tried to harm you outside of self-defense?" the Curator suggested.
"That is not enough."
"What more can I say to I can convince? I can tell you're paranoid Mr. Ozpin, but I can't prove myself if you're not willing to believe now can I?" Team RWBY and JNPR were quiet, watching to adults talk. Qrow looked like he wanted a swig of his flask, which was surprisingly missing. And Glynda seemed ready to intervene at any moment, despite having been trying her Semblance and failing for the past few minutes.
Ozpin sighs and nods. "Very well. I will trust you for now. You seem to be taking care of my students so I can at least trust you that much."
"That is all I ask. Now would you like anything to snack on as I get the next world ready?"
The adults put in their orders, Ozpin being surprised at the rare Vytal Brew that was said to be lost to time was readily available. Qrow meanwhile asked for whiskey and Glynda some iced tea. This was of course after minutes of the kids assuring them everything was fine.
Settling into their seats, the adults one row below team RWBY with team JNPR right above them. The world began to play. Despite their actions, the adults knew they couldn't retaliate against this man's power at the moment when they had none.
Jaune Arc, age 38, awoke in a panic. His blue eyes darted about trying to get his bearings. So far he could tell he was in a cave on a dirty cot. His usually clean hair was messed up and his trimmed beard all out of place. What's more, there was a tube going up his nose.
"Brothers above what happened to Mr. Arc?" Glynda asked as she took in his appearance.
"I don't know," Ruby replied, feeling a little woozy. "The past two worlds weren't anything like this.
"It seems like something terrible has happened to your friends," Qrow said taking a swig from his flask. He had to grimace as it wasn't alcohol. The Curator had put in some sort of smoothie into his flask telling him it would make him better.
"Gee, you think?" Yang said rolling her eyes.
The blonde carefully pulled the tube out of his right nostril, panting. To his left, he saw a cup of some sort of liquid and a canteen. Reaching over he tried to grab the cup only to have it fall over. Blinking his bleary eyes, he comes face to face with an old man shaving his neck in front of a dirty mirror.
"It's Professor Oobleck," Weiss stated as she saw her rather...jittery professor on the screen. Well, he was not so jittery here.
"It's Doctor Oobleck," Glynda stated, reminding everyone that the man liked to be called his level of expertise in his field.
The man notices Jaune as he tried to reach over with his right hand for the canteen.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," the man said.
"Huh?" As Jaune stretched he felt some sort of resistance on his chest. Trailing it, he sees a car battery atop a crate with wires leading to...his chest.
"That can't be good," Ren said gripping the arms on his chair. Something told him the situation for Jaune was going to go from bad to worse into a moment.
His panic growing by the second, Jaune tore at what he now knows as bandages. One strip, then two, and on the third one he sees there's something on his chest!
"What the heck is that!?" Yang shouted at the Curator who said nothing in reply. "Oi You said if we had questions you'd answer. I just asked a question."
"Yang, the answer to your question will be revealed shortly. If I answer that now, it would only be repetitive," the older Jaune said from his booth.
A few hours later, the man had put himself in a decent shirt, still showing off the device in his chest. "What the hell did you do to me?" Jaune demanded the old man. Said person was busy cooking something in a pot over a fire pit.
"Yeah! What did you do to fearless leader!?" Nora demanded her professor. Pyrrha was nodding her in agreement. She wanted to know what happened to her crush.
"What I did?" the man laughed. "What I did was save your life." Jaune looked at a tiny mirror in his hand, showing his unkempt face before showing the device once more. "I took as much shrapnel out of your body as I could, but there's still a lot left going for your atrial septum. Do you want to see?"
The old man tosses Jaune a vial with tiny tree-like pieces of metal before turning back to his pot of food. "I have seen many wounds like that back in my village. We call them the walking dead because it takes about a week before for the barbs to reach vital organs." Jaune tries to process what was being said, his mind in shock still.
The Hunters-in-Training all gagged at the thought. Shrapnel slowly digging into your body until it ravages your insides? That was a disturbing way to go. Glynda also looked horrified but managed to keep her expression neutral. Even though that wasn't her student, that was still a grizzly fate. Qrow just took another swig of his smoothie and Ozpin drank from his coffee, both having seen horrors just as bad or far worse in their lifetimes.
"What is this?" Jaune asked nodding to his chest.
"That is an electromagnet," the man responded. "Hooked up to a car battery. And it's keeping the shrapnel from going into your heart." The blonde man shuffled on the cot before slowly closing the jacket, hiding his disfigurement.
"Ouch," Yang said.
"That...that is terrible," Blake agrees. That was worse than some of the things Faunus went through, and this was for his sake!
Jaune looked up and saw the surveillance camera. "That's right, smile." The older man teased. Jaune remained quiet as the man kept stirring. "We met once you know. At a technical conference in Vacuo."
"Oh? Are we getting some backstory?" Ruby wondered as she tried to resist sipping her soda. At least until after this scene. She didn't want her tummy to ache.
"A technical conference? What sort of job did he have I wonder?" Glynda asked.
"I don't remember..." Jaune replied, his unease very perceptible to all.
"I'm not surprised. If I was that drunk, I wouldn't be able to stand, much less give a lecture on integrated circuits."
This caused the students to blink and then look at the booth. The Curator sighed and decided to throw them a bone. "Jaune in this world is a genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist," the man said to them. "His wealth and company far exceed the Schnee Dust Company, in multiple universes in fact, and he's a genius since childhood."
"WOW! Do you think that one can loan us money?" Yang excitedly thought of it. If she could meet this Jaune, she would be set for life.
"Did you forget the playboy part?" Weiss huffed. While she did despise her father, she did want to inherit the company. The idea that there was a version of Jaune that was richer than she threw her head for a loop.
"Oh boy, does that mean Pyrrha here didn't end up with him?" Nora laughs, making the redhead stutter. She'll have to get her friend to stop teasing her somehow.
"Where are we?" Jaune asked. A loud bang was heard, making both the old man and Jaune turn towards the large metal door. Someone spoke in a distinct language that Jaune could not understand as the door was coming unlocked.
"I think that a certain dialect of Mantle," Weiss informed them.
"So not the White Fang this time?" Blake sighed in relief. She hoped that this continued for a while. After all, three for three the White Fangs were terrorists in their viewings.
"Stand up...Stand up..." the old man hissed at Jaune. This confused the man as he stared at the older, well now knew he was at least a scientist. "Do as I do. Put your hands up." Jaune followed suit as the door opened.
In walked three armed men, two humans, and one Faunus. It seemed the Faunus was in control of this one. However, it was something else that caught the younger man's attention.
"Those are my guns, how did they get my guns?" Jaune whispered.
"His guns?" Ruby wondered as she looked at the rather simplistic assault rifles. The weapons enthusiast could tell that the guns were all manufactured identically, probably on an assembly line, but their quality was top notch. As for her question, there was no answer.
"Did you not hear me? Do as I do." The other scientist hissed. The large fat Faunus approached arms open and kept speaking in a language Jaune didn't understand. After the small speech, the scientist began to translate.
"He says Welcome Jaune Arc, the most famous mass murderer in the history of Vale."
"Mass murderer," Glynda gasped, as did most of them. Qrow, as it was in his habit, took a swig of the flask. Ozpin just sighed and rubbed his forehead. That did not bode well for his group.
"Not in the way you think," the Curator finally spoke. "Jaune Arc, as I said is a genius, but his company is specifically geared towards making weapons for war. Guns, missiles, bombs, and all that kind of stuff. With his rise into his business, he managed to not only overhaul his dad's company but brought it to new heights."
"Th-That's not all he does is it?" Pyrrha asked.
"Oh no. Jaune has also created stuff for robotics, engineering, physics. He's the one who revolutionized energy usage with his Arc Reactor, giving Vale and various other kingdoms free energy for life." That helped put the kids at ease.
"A shame he's known for his weaponry though," Ozpin sighed. He's had to face that problem a couple of times already, it wasn't good.
"It is an honor. He wants you to make the missile. The Jericho Missile you showcased." To reinforce the demand, the terrorist Faunus handed them a picture of said weapon. Jaune was quiet for a moment before...
"No cheese." This immediately got him torturously dunked into water over and over again.
"Tell me when it's over!" Nora shouted as she put her head behind Ren's for cover. Ruby also covered her eyes with her hood. Those who couldn't squirm in their spots, feeling uneasy as their friend and student was tortured.
He was then lead outside, carrying the battery attached to his heart. The blonde was shown the terrorist encampment, full of crates, boxes, and weapons all with his company name branded onto them: ARC INDUSTRIES.
"That's a lot of weapons," Qrow whistled. "If the tinman saw that, he'd have an aneurysm."
"All stolen I'm pretty sure," Ozpin replied. That caused Qrow to pause for a moment and then sighed.
"Low blow."
The fat terrorist said something and the scientist translated once more. "He wants to know what you think?"
Jaune looked at the crates and then back to the man. "You have a lot of my weapons." The man translated and the Faunus kept speaking.
"He says they have all the materials you need for a Jericho missile. He wants you to make a list of materials you need. That you should start working immediately and then he will set you free." The fat terrorist holds out his hand and Jaune shook it. Given that he didn't understand Jaune the blonde responded.
"No, he won't." The scientist just nodded his head, repeating what he said. Both knew that what the terrorist said was a lie as big and fat as he was.
"That's just cruel," Ruby admits.
"But it's something you will have to deal with eventually," Ozpin tells the young girl. This caught all the student's attention. "Some missions as Hunters and Huntresses will lead you to see dark things such as this in the future. You can use this as training before that moment."
Ruby nodded her head, as did the others, they knew that Ozpin was right but this was still hard to swallow.
A few hours later back in their cave prison, Jaune was sitting beside a fire as the professor kept speaking. "I'm sure they're looking for you Jaune Arc, but they'll never find you." The blonde didn't respond as he kept staring into the fire. "What you just saw, that was was your legacy Arc. Your life's work. Is this the last act that defines the great Jaune Arc?" The scientist's voice slowly changed from disappointed to chastising. "Or are you going to do something about it?"
"Bartholomew seems to have a way with words in this one," Ozpin laughs.
"Now if only he could cut back on the coffee like a certain someone," Glynda said fixing her glasses. Ozpin couldn't look her in the face as the rest of the audience laughed.
"If we try to do anything, they'll kill me and then you," Jaune said defeated. "And if they don't, I'll be dead in a week."
"He sounds so...broken..." Blake commented. The Faunus knew what that felt like. Time in the White Fang, after it's change, felt more like a prison than a movement. The darker the missions got the more she felt like she lost part of herself. That was what reaffirmed her belief that leaving was the right choice.
"Then this is a very important week isn't it?" As he said this, something seemed to click in Jaune.
The next time the screen comes back its to show Jaune and scientist working on some of Jaune's missiles. The scientist was explaining that these people were not the White Fang, but a terrorist cell composed of various kingdom's people, all who have used ARC Industry weaponry.
"What is he doing?" Weiss looked at the screen confused. "Don't tell me he's going to make that Jericho Missile they kept demanding of him."
It keeps on going with Jaune and the man dismantling more of the missiles, looking for specific strands of metal from the warheads.
"It seems like it..." Ruby pouts. She couldn't believe her friend would do that!
Next Jaune created a clay mold to put the melted metal into. This is also where Jaune learns the man's name is Oobleck. More time passes and Jaune kept working with circuitry and machinery before all of sudden... there was a glowing light in the cave, and where he managed to dim the lights everywhere else.
"Oh, that looks so pretty!" Nora said.
"And thankfully not a weapon of mass destruction," Ren sighed in relief.
"That...does not look like a Jericho missile," Oobleck said looking at the device now on the table.
"This is a miniature version of the ARC reactor that powers my facilities back home. I'm going to use it to replace the car battery keeping the shrapnel away from my heart," Jaune explained.
"So he's going to stick the pretty glowy thing into his chest?"
"I would assume so Ms. Valkyrie," Glynda replied.
"But what could it generate?" Oobleck asked curiously.
"If my math is right-and it always is- about three gigajoules per second."
"So much power," Weiss gasped. This made everyone turn to her. "That...that tiny thing can produce that much energy? It would take about two whole electric dust facilities to generate that much energy!"
"And Jaune Arc made that in a cave, with a box of scraps," Qrow laughed.
"Whoa, go Jaune," Ruby cheered.
"That can run your heart for fifty lifetimes," Oobleck marveled but Jaune shook his head.
"Or power something big for fifteen minutes." That was when he showed Oobleck over a dozen individual pieces of paper...that when stacked together right, formed a diorama of a crude piece of armor.
"It looks so badly designed," Pyrrha said.
"Again, they're doing this from a cave P-Money," Yang answered her. "I'm surprised it looks that decent on paper."
That night they installed the ARC reactor in place of the car battery and began to prepare.
During some downtown, Oobleck and Jaune spoke about their lives, their families, what's waiting for them at home. Oobleck with his small-town home here on Vacuo and a family that was there for him. and Jaune with his lack of similar things.
"This is the second world where Jaune didn't have much family," Ruby sadly said. "The first one he only had his sister there, and here it seems like he has no one."
"Actually," the Curator stated to help make Ruby feel better. "He has two close confidants. One is his best friend, Flynt Coal in the army."
"Why hasn't he rescued fearless leader yet?" Nora asked.
"It was an ambush that took Jaune away from them." The Curator then continued. "And the other is his secretary, and sometimes babysitter when he gets a little manic, Glynda Goodwitch." That made the blonde teacher perk up before deflating.
"Even in another universe I'm a secretary to a man with a lot of problems," she groaned.
(A few days later)
With the threat of death suddenly over their heads, from a threat from a man who seemed to be the boss of the place, Jaune and Oobleck knew they only had once shot at their escape.
With the metal armor prepared, Jaune entered and Oobleck started to put the finishing touches when a guard started shouting at them. Within the bulky armor on, Jaune whispered. "Say something to him."
"I can't, I don't speak Atlasean," Oobleck replied as he tightened some parts. The camera pans to the door where the guard was shouting...and a makeshift bomb on the handle.
"That's...one way to ensure you don't get bothered," Qrow marveled.
"Jaune made the place go boom!" Nora cheered.
When the two scientists didn't answer one of the guards opened the door, causing the bomb to trigger in front of their faces. Their time frame just got smaller.
"That would get the guards' attention," Blake sighed. She knew this wasn't going to end well.
As Oobleck started to panic and finish suiting him up, Oobleck noticed that the progress bar on the computer was only at fifty percent. "We need more time," he whispered to himself. He turned to his younger friend. "I'm going to buy us more time."
"No Doctor Oobleck don't!" Ruby shouted at him.
"No. No, stick to the plan," Jaune told his friend. Sadly from his point of view, he couldn't do anything. "Oobleck!"
"This won't bode well," Ozpin sighed, already knowing this was to be the last of his friend in that universe. Glynda lowered her head, knowing the same, as did Qrow.
The next time Jaune is seen the laboratory is empty as four guards enter the room. A single Guard entered they didn't see the armor until it was too late and he was punched way. Guards began shooting randomly until a light shined on them, and Jaune in his armor knocked them all out with single punches.
"GO JAUNE GO!" Ruby and Nora cheered.
"I hope he makes it to Doctor Oobleck in time," Pyrrha said hopefully.
"Don't count on it kid," Qrow sighed.
People down the cave kept shooting at him as he menacingly walked forward, all ricocheting off the armor. No one could stand in his way as he punched his way through.
"Okay for a shitty piece of armor, that's good," Yang nodded her head.
"And he did this from scraps," Ruby said with a smile. "I would love to meet this version of Jaune as much as Gaim one too."
"Gaim?" the adults asked.
"It's some weird world about fruit warriors and dancing," Nora excitedly explained to them. "It was so cool!"
"I see," Ozpin nodded.
As they all fled, Jaune kept moving forward. The terrorist closed a steel door with one left behind. Jaune came upon him and just started to bang the door open, forcing more to flee. As a man tried to flank him, the armored scientist backhanded him only to get his arm stuck!
"Oh damn, he got this far too!" Yang said.
"Don't count him out just yet," Ren replied.
Taking the opportunity, the man aimed a pistol at Jaune's head and took a shot, only for the bullet to bounce off and go right back into his head. Jaune didn't even notice.
Despite how dark that was, it got some laughs. It seemed out of place despite the situation.
Turning the corner, Jaune's eyes widen within his helmet. "Oobleck!" he shouted as he saw his friend laying on a pile of supplies, bleeding.
They would have gasped but they had expected it. However, it was still sad to see someone they know dying.
"Watch out!" the older man shouted. Jaune was quick to see that the leader of this group, a bald human, had a grenade launcher. As the shot came, Jaune barely managed to weave out of the way despite just standing in place.
In his anger, Jaune opened up a piece of armor on his left arm. Inside was a rocket, that he used to counter the man. This caused rubble to fall onto the terrorist.
"He fits a tiny missile in that?" Blake said in surprise.
"Seems like they wanted to be prepared," Pyrrha answered.
"Another lesson for you kids to learn," Glynda stated. "It doesn't hurt to be prepared with other options. I know you Ms. Rose tend to get confused and lost once you lose your weapon." This caused the girl to stutter and blush. "And you Ms. Xiao Long have a hard time against opponents from a distance. Even with your semblance, if you can't hit them your strength means nothing." The blonde teen grumbled but conceded to the older blonde.
The other students were just happy they weren't the ones getting chewed out.
Seeing the current threat was out, for now, he focused on his friend. "Come on we got to go," Jaune said to Oobleck, opening up the helmet. "We got a plan, we need to stick with it."
"I'll just slow you down," Oobleck gasped, dying.
"Doctor Oobleck," Nora said sniffling.
"Come on, we're going to go see your family," the blonde urged him. "Get up."
"Jaune is trying hard isn't he," Pyrrha gave a tiny hiccup. Despite them being told to treat it like a movie, this was still them seeing people they knew personally go through it. Of course, they'd tear up a little.
"My family is dead." Jaune frowned at the accepting smile that Oobleck had on his face.
"He just said his family was waiting for him," Ruby stutters. "How come."
"He lied to give Jaune hope," Ozpin frowned. "Bartholomew knew he would not make it out of this alive."
"I'm going to see them again." The tears in his eyes were almost spilling now. "It's okay. I want this. I want this." Jaune held back his tears as he gave Oobleck a reassuring smile.
"I understand."
"Don't...don't waste your life." With that Oobleck breathed his last. The sad smile on Jaune's face slowly melted away, revealing a much angrier visage.
"Break their legs fearless leader!" Nora yelled. A lot of them nodded in agreement.
Jaune exits the cave and is immediately met with gunfire. Like last time, it didn't affect him. When they stopped, Jaune responded in kind. "My turn," his voice was angry and hurt. Flicking his wrists, he activated his dual flamethrowers, killing those nearby.
"That might be a bit much," Ruby gagged.
"Squirt, sometimes it is the only way," Qrow sighed from his seat. "I'm pretty sure if they can, they would be tried, but this? This was not in the cards. These guys are terrorists willing to kill kingdoms for profit." Qrow knew what they were about, being from a bandit clan himself. He was atoning for that now as an agent of Ozpin but it still hung in his heart. "Would you let these guys go, knowing they'll try to kill others in the future?"
"I..." Ruby didn't know how to respond to that.
He then began walking through the camp, burning all the weapons he had made.
Amidst, the terrorist began shooting back with heavier artillery forcing Jaune onto his knees. He shot back but only enough to make sure all the weapons were gone. When it was and he knew the bomb and missiles would blow, Jaune reached onto his left hand and flicked a switch.
"What does that do?" Yang asked the obvious.
Everyone could hear something charging up before...
Jaune's armor blasts off into the sky with the explosion!
"Oh god, it can fly," Ruby replied. Despite the previous talk, it was slightly mitigated with the show of what technological advancement with the suit.
A few hours later, a tired, dehydrated Jaune Arc sees Bullheads fly over and him waving hysterically. Soldiers ran up, with one Flynt Cole in military fatigues came up to him. "How was the funvee?" he teased, however, the concern shown through on the black man's face.
"We need to speak to the other teams more," Weiss suggested. "You know, make connections and the like? It would be good for us."
"Yeah. I mean this version of Flynt doesn't seem half bad," Pyrrha agreed.
Jaune barely had the energy to laugh, but he did.
"Next time, you ride with me okay?"
The screen dies as the room lights up again. "That was...quite a story," Glynda said. "How does it continue?"
"It's a story ten years in the making," the Curator replied. "I could show you snippets of more of it when we've gone past other worlds."
"I want to know if he gets better armor!" Ruby asked. The screen flickered for a moment, showing a sleek red and gold armor before dying. "I want to meet this Jaune now."
"It seems like you can choose what world plays," Ozpin said.
"I can. Why are you curious?" the Curator responded.
"Tell me. If this truly is the multiverse focus on Jaune Arc, why don't you show us one darker one." The Curator was silent for a moment before responding.
"Very well. I'll find one but be warned, some of them are rather...hard to watch."
So, I'm going to a villain/evil Jaune next. Not sure what yet, but it will probably something I have given a lot of thought on...
That's a lie. I do these chapters on a whim.