I do not own Rwby or Star Wars

Hi again its me, the guy making Rwby fanfics without knowing anything besides the basics. Now I know I have no business being here after Arc Knight but still the idea popped into my head and I can't seem to get it out. So that leaves me with but one opinion and that is to put fingers to keyboard and write it out.

The basic gist of this one shot was taking the Arc family and making them mandalorians. Like many stories Jaune is the main character again and he will be slightly OOC from his cannon self given he has been raised differently. Other than that, let's have some fun with this idea. If you want to take this plot forward then PM me and we can hammer out the transfer.

Another thing to note, my editor has NOT gone over this. Since this story is a one shot and he has his hands tied with other things I had another friend look over this. We tried to get as much grammar stuff as we could but have no doubt they are more than a few down there! What can I say ADHD can be a pain in the butt.

Alright let's get this going


The sound of blaster fire filled one of the back streets of Nar Shaddaa. Gang members of various races fired into the air from their cover hoping to hit their target. A shadow passed over one of the gang's positions, soon after they entered the position was engulfed in an explosion. Several precise blaster blots found their target in gangers' heads leaving bodies with a smoking hole in their heads. With the remaining gangsters on the run their attacker landed in front of the entrance to the gang's hideout.

There clad in white full beskar armor stood the imposing sight of a Mandalorian. His armor was like any other Mandalorian armor, a fully sealed T shaped visor helmet, chest plate and black plate to protect his torso, armored boots with greaves and tassets traveling up his legs to protect them from fire, his shoulders and forearms where also protected with beskar pauldrons and gauntlets with wrist mounted weapons on his gauntlets for extra firepower and utility uses. All of this attached to a black skin tight under suit that also served some protection. A black cape hung from his neck through it was pushed off to the side to make room for his JT-12 jetpack.

In the Mandalorian's hands was an EE-3 carbine rifle, with a scope mounted on the top. His right hip held a holstered WESTAR-35 pistol. Closer inspection of the Mandalorian's gloves would indicate that he was wearing shuk'orok or crushgaunt in basic. A sheath was attached to the Mandalorian's left boot with a knife resting in it.

The Mandalorian scanned his surroundings for a moment before walking forward into the gang's hideout. It was as he expected the hideout to be, dirty, wet, and probably stank like a hutt armpit. Thank goodness that his helmet filtered out the smell. He had a feeling he would be scrubbing his armor for a few days just to get the smell of it. Though it was implied that you would be heavily scrub one's armor when visiting Nar Shaddaa.

One of the side doors of the hallway opened allowing a ganger to come out with a weapon drawn. However, his little ambush did not serve him well as he found three plasma bolts hitting his chest as he came out. It was almost laughable. The Mandalorian made it down the hallway before coming to a stop at a large, sealed door. The Mandalorian stared at the door for a few moments before grabbing a small device from his belt. He placed it on the door's lock and stepped back. Moments later the small device exploded destroying the lock and forcing the door open.

Blaster fire came flying in through the smoke. Most of the shots missed, the few that did hit the Mandalorian were absorbed by his armor. The Mandalorian walked through the smoke, his rifle raised and ready to take life. It was a semi-large command room with an upper catwalk with a few locations that provided cover. There were more than a dozen gangers shooting at him but no sign of his bounty. There was another door, on the far side of the control room. In all likelihood his target was in there.

He lined up his first target, a blue skinned twi'lek female who caught his first shot with her head. His next target was a group of gangsters who were all huddled together behind the same cover. A slight smile appeared on his face. Raising his arm, the Mandalorian fired off his wrist rocket. The rocket destroyed the cover and sent the gangers hiding behind it flying back either dead or wounded and out of the fight.

The Mandalorian's jetpack roared to life, sending him into the air. A quick pass over a few gangers and his wrist mounted flamethrower made quick work of them. With the gangers on the floor taken care of, the Mandalorian took aim at the few gangers on the catwalk. A few shots cracked off from his rifle killing a few gangers. A few more shots fell to the last of the gangsters.

With the gangers dead or incapacitated the Mandalorian landed just in front of the other locked door. Just like the first door the Mandalorian placed another small device on the door and stepped aside. The door opened after the explosion followed by more blaster shots. Using his helmet's inferred the Mandalorian was able to see the three gangers in room two on either side of a hiding human. Stepping into the doorway the Mandalorian fired off two rounds killing the two gangers guarding the one hiding.

The smoke began to clear leaving the imposing figure of the Mandalorian in the doorway. The hiding human peeked up from behind the desk. The human was a woman in her thirties, with long brown hair and gray eyes. She was considered beautiful by human standards, but her beauty was lost on the man. An acquired smile came to the woman's face as she released what kind of situation she was now in.

"I… I'm sure we can work something out." The woman began slowly getting up from her desk. "I can get you anything you want…"

The Mandalorian began to walk into the room approaching his target.

The woman began to sweet talk. "I can get you money! Double what I'm worth, or or… women! I can get you any woman you want! Twi'leks, Togruta, maybe a Zabrak! I… I can get you all of them."

He did not stop walking towards her.

"Or… or you can have me." She pleaded nervously. "I swear that I will give you the best night you ever had-"

The Mandalorian grabbed her by the throat and lifted her off her feet.

"I never go back on my word." The Mandalorian said simply. "And right now, you're my bounty. Now, I can bring you in dead or alive, but either way you're coming with me and I'm still getting paid."

With his crushgaunt augmenting his strength the Mandalorian choked out the criminal out rendering her inert. With his bounty in tow he began his track back to the Imperial outpost that posted the bounty. With much of the gang dead or unconscious, the Mandalorian left the hideout without incident. The rest of the walk back was also uneventful as most people knew to stay out of the way of a Mandalorian, even if their numbers were comparatively low.

Half an hour had passed before the Mandalorian had reached the Imperial outpost. It was a small outpost, run out of a former gang base that had been repurposed to fit the Empire's needs in this sector of Nar Shaddaa. A semi short wall with stormtroopers standing guard on the walls and entrances provide the outpost's perimeter defense. A few Imperial flags hung off the side of the walls to further drive home the fact that this was under Imperial control.

Just besides the entrance was a bounty board with only one bounty posted, the bounty the Mandalorian now had. The stormtroopers noticed the Mandalorian's approach and visibly stiffened as he drew closer. As the Mandalorian approached the entrance to the outpost one of the two guards stepped forward and held out his hand.

"Halt, this area-" The trooper began but was swiftly cut off by the bounty hunter.

"I'm here with a bounty." The Mandalorian declared nonchalantly, it was not his first time here today. "Your boss knows I'm coming so just let me through."

"Why don't you show some-" The trooper angrily replied but was stopped when his fellow stormtrooper put a hand on his shoulder. The first trooper looked to his fellow to which the second shook his head.

The second trooper was clearly smarter than the other.

"Head right in." The second trooper spoke after his fellow blacked down.

The Mandalorian nodded to the second trooper before proceeding inside the outpost.

Just inside was a female imperial officer manning the front desk. She looked up from her work at the Mandalorian's approach. She did not look surprised by the Mandalorian's appearance and simply turned to another officer who was working on a terminal some distance down the hall.

"Commander, the bounty hunter has returned." The female officer called to stand up and picking up a scanner from her desk.

The officer she called turned out to be an older human male with the rank of commander on his uniform. A smile came to the man's face as he walked back over to the two.

"Ah, welcome back bounty hunter. I trust this one did not put up much of a struggle." The higher-ranking officer remarked.

"Nothing I couldn't handle." The Mandalorian answered

"Of course, of course shame on me to doubt the skills of a Mandalorian." The officer commented before looking at the criminal hanging off the Mandalorian's shoulder. He looked over to his subordinate, she looked back and nodded after scanning the woman. "Her identity has been confirmed and my assistant here will transfer her bounty to your account. I must say you have impressed me, Mandalorian, five bounties and the day isn't even out yet. If we had more men like you in the Imperial Army we wouldn't have any trouble putting down uncivilized populist never mind maintaining order."

"Nevertheless, we no longer have any more bounties to give." The officer reported. "Though I'm sure that will change in the coming days."

The Mandalorian handed off the criminal to two stormtroopers that came to take the woman into a holding cell.

"I'm afraid I will not be here much longer." The Mandalorian answered, checking his account to make sure the credits had been transferred. Satisfied that the amount transferred was what the bounty was posted for he looked back to the officer. "I may be back soon though."

"I will be sure to keep the most paying bounties on hold for a few days." The officer nodded.

With his business concluded the Mandalorian turned and left the outpost and made his way back to his ship. He arrived an hour later at the Star port to see his Pursuer-class ship just the way he left it. In all Honesty he was half expecting to find someone snooping around his ship. He was glad that some things on Nar Shaddaa were somewhat safe from the scum the infested the planet.

The Mandalorian made his way towards his ship. As he got close, he activated his remote access with his HUD. The door to his ship opened allowing him to enter. The Pursuer-class was a somewhat cramped ship as it had been modified from its standard variation to allow someone to live out of it need be. It had a bathroom and small area to sleep and a locker to store his things. Other than that however there was little to no cargo space. Wanting to get off his world as fast as possible the Mandalorian made his way over to the ladder what took him to the ship's cockpit. Once inside he took his seat and began to power on his ship.

After signaling flight control that he was taking off be began to power the ship's engines. The ship shook as its engines kick on and lifted the ship into the air. The ship eased forward slowly until it had cleared the hanger. With the hangar cleared the ship took off into the sky braking orbit moments later. Just as he was about to activate the hyperdrive his comm unit began to beep.

The Mandalorian reached over and activated the comm unit. The blue hu of a Mandalorian appeared on the first Mandalorian's holo projector. The first Mandalorian instantly recognized the Mandalorian contacting him. A woman in white Mandalorian armor of similar armor to his. The obvious difference being the more rounded chest plate as the armor was made to fit her perfectly. The female Mandalorian's helmet was missing, allowing him to see the Mandalorian's face.

"Buir." The first Mandalorian greeted the other.

"Ad." The female Mandalorian replied in turn. "I want you to return home. The Clan has an important diction to make soon and I want you to be present. I will send you our current coordinates."

"I will set out immediately." The first Mandalorian replied.

"Jaune, you are on your ship let me see your face." The Woman requested/ordered.

Jaune of Clan Arc reached up to his helmet and depressurized it allowing him to remove his helmet. Short blond hair and bright blue eyes met the second Mandalorian's face. She smiled to see her son's face, a smile his own stupid grin he gained whenever he was in front of him mom. His mother, Vera Arc, was the leader of Clan Arc and like him had blonde hair and blue eyes.

"There's my boy. Your grandfather's armor suits you; I see much of him in you." Vera overserved before jokingly adding. "As well as your father."

"Which parts I wonder, the handsomeness or the relentlessness to the hunt?" Jaune asked, his grin growing.

"When it comes to women your thick head matches that of the Vurthenk if not surpasses it. I still remember when that twi'lek attempted to court you but all her advances went over your head unnoticed." Vera laughed while her son blushed from embarrassment.

"Their race is always flirty, its always hard to tell when they are being serious." Jaune countered shaking his head. "I will head back now, I will see you then Ad."

His mother nodded, then the hollo image blinked out. Moments later he reserved the Vurthenk's coordinates. Jaune entered the coordinates into his nav computer followed by the sound of the hyperdrive powering up. Then the sound of something exploding as the drive powered down. Jaune sighed as he got up from his chair to see what had happened.

He pulled open the panel and was greeted by smoke and blackened circuitry. His ship was very old, having been in the clan for many generations. Being damaged, stripped, modified, taken apart and put back together again. It was only natural that his ship would break down from time to time. The Mandalorian cursed his luck as he began to make use of his basic ship repair skills. It took him a few hours until the hyperdrive stopped smoking and began to act normal once more. Closing the panel Jaune returned to his pilot seat and started the hyperdrive again.

Unlike before the hyperdrive was able to complete its charge allowing Jaune to pull the lever that sent the ship into hyperspace. The ride was far bumpier than Jaune liked as most hyperspace jumps were smoother on ships of similar sizes to jaune's. Only fighters and bombers truly had a bumpy ride in hyperspace meaning that whatever was wrong with the hyperdrive had not been fixed when Jaune attempted to repair it. Before Jaune could exit hyperspace, the ship's thrusters exploded. The explosion shoved Jaune out of his chair, knocking his head roughly on the controls. The world began to wink in and out as the ship shook. Moments later the Mandalorian's vision faded into blackness.


Jaune's eyes slowly began to open, a bright light shining down on him. On instinct he moved his hand up to shield his eyes from the blinding light. Pain began to register as he slowly sat up, mainly around his head. After the world stopped shaking Jaune took a moment to look around. His ship was heavily damaged with hull breaches, broken grass, and dangling tubes. Since he had not died to the void of space he could only assume that his ship had crash landed on a planet.

Getting to his feet Jaune walked over to look out the broken window. He had landed in some forest, a good thing because he knew with all the hull breaches, he would not be able to fly this ship into space meaning once his rations ran out, he would have to gather and hunt for food. Sighing to himself Jaune walked, picked his helmet off the floor and claimed down the latter. The lower part of the ship was pretty much in the same condition of the cockpit. Luckily his storage locker was still intact allowing him to retrieve his gear. Besides his normal equipment Jaune had the honor of wielding his father's beskad, a gift from him to Jaune on his eighteenth birthday two years ago.

Like other beskads, Jaune's beskad was a single-edged curved sword that tapered upward to a sharp point with its handle protected by a crossguard. The blade was forty-five centimeters in length and six centimeters in width, crafted from the same material as his armor making it a durable weapon.

With his gear and beskad in tow Jaune opened the ship's ramp and watched a middle enjoyment as it chased to the ground. Sighing to himself Jaune exited his crashed ship and looked around, not too far from him was a rocky hill with a ledge he might be able to use to spot some form of civilization. His jetpack activated, sending the young Mandalorian into the sky heading towards the ledge. Moments later he landed and began to look around using his helmets built in binoculars to assist him. Yet there was not a building in sight.

He supposed if there was a settlement nearby, they would have sent someone to investigate when his ship crashed. Left with no other option Jaune chose a random direction and few off hoping to come across some form of civilization.

A few days had passed and Jaune was happy to finally come across a small village after walking in that direction he had chosen. When he first spotted the village he had hoped they would have had some form of communication center but alas none was to be seen. In fact, there were only a total of forty-three buildings, only one of them resembling a cantina. There was also a wall around the village meaning that either they had a bandit or wildlife problem. Though that only meant he might be able to get some work in as there was no telling if these people used the same currency he had on hand.

As he approached the village gate, he noted some of the guards standing on the wall. They looked humanoid but they seemed to have animal-like ears alongside their human ears. It was odd but not impossible for such a species of humanoids to have such features. It was a big galaxy after all. As he got closer one of the guards spotted him and called out.

"Who's there!" The guard demanded holding his spear in both hands.

'Good they speak basic.' Jaune thought.

As Jaune got closer and still got no indication that the guard recognized his armor a feeling of slight dread filled him. While not everyone had seen a Mandalorian, almost everyone knew who Mandalorians were. His ancestors and other clans like his were once feared across the galaxy now they were little more than a legend to most. Though to come across a village that did not seem to recognize his armor meant that they were isolated or, even worse, on an isolated planet both not good for him.

"A traveler!" Jaune answered by indulging himself as Mandalorian meant nothing to them. "Just looking to rest and get my bearings before moving on again."

The two guards on the wall, a younger looking woman with black hair and a fuzzy looking tail shrugged to her fellow brown haired guard. The first guard looked back to Jaune and called out.

"How do we know you're not some kind of bandit looking to scout out our village?"

'Then we would not be speaking.' Jaune thought amused before speaking out loud again. "Only my word, and a possible solution to your bandit problem."

Once more the guards looked at each other.

"Alright you can come in, but we will be watching you." The girl called before signaling someone behind the wall.

The wooden gate began to open allowing Jaune to enter. Jaune nodded his thanks before he began to walk forward into the village. As Jaune entered the village many of its inhabitants stopped to look at him. The girl from the wall came up to him and Jaune could proceed any further into the village.

"You said you had a solution to our bandit problem?" She asked, looking hopeful.

"Yeah, but I'm not exactly cheep." Jaune answered, meeting the girl's gaze she was two heads shorter than him.

"You some kind of mercenary then? Though you said you were a traveler." She lost the hopeful look and adopted a more familiar look of disgust and mistrust that Jaune was used to among outsiders.

"We all make a living in our own ways, just some of us use blasters as our tools." Jaune replied adopting a friendlier tone given her mistrust of him already.

"Blasters?"

Jaune's eyes squinted in despair. 'Just how primitive are these people?'

Instead of giving an explanation Jaune simply patted his pistol. The girl eyed the weapon for a moment but seemed to get the idea that it was giving Jaune some hope for the people of this world.

"Whatever, I guess it's the elder's diction on whether or not to hire you. Come on, I will take you to him." The girl shrugged before turning and walking off.

Jaune wordlessly followed after her. The girl led him through the village to a house larger than the others. There were a few kids playing outside, all of them having some form of animalistic appendage or feature. They were passing a ball back and forth between them using their feet, they were too enthralled in their game to notice the girl and Jaune walk by and enter the house.

"Elder, a mercenary is here about our bandit problem." The girl called out.

"Is that so!" An older joyous sounding voice replied from around the corner.

An older man stepped around the corner. His body was frail maybe in his late sixties to early seventies, he walked with a cane, but he only seemed to use it to keep himself stable rather than to help him walk. He had thin white hair and hazel eyes, like the other people living here he too had animalistic features, them being antlers and a bushy tail coming out of his black robes. He walked over to a desk and sat down letting out a sigh of contempt as he let the chair take his weight.

"Run along dear I will handle this." He ordered politely to the girl who nodded and left. He then turned to Jaune and gestured to the chair opposite of him. "Why don't you take a seat and we will discuss what brought you here."

"I'll stand thank you."

"Very well. So you saw our little notice on the job board then I have to say I was bringing to think that posting fee was getting absurd every time the guild wanted it renewed." The elder began.

"I'm not from the guild, I'm a traveler. Offering my services just got me in the door. Whether or not it's worth my time is up to you."

The elder's smile fell slightly. "Well in that case it's a good thing we posted that we would give the reward upon completion."

The elder stood up and walked over to a set of shelves behind him. He took a decently sized wooden box from the upper shelf and placed it on his table. With a key he pursued from his robe he unlocked the box and opened it there in neatly organized rows were a bunch of plastic looking white cards

"Five thousand Lien, everyone in the village pitched in for this. To be honest we only recently got this much to gather to pay the team or in this case man who would take care of these bandits. Rest assured that each one of these Lien are real." The elder's smile came back.

"How many bandits are we talking?" Jaune asked, looking up from the box.

The elder's smile fell a little. "At least three dozen. We had put into the flyer that a team of Huntsman should deal with this so I understand if you do not want to take the job."

Jaune smiled, they truly had no idea who he was talking to. "I'll take the job. Do you know where their base camp is?"

The elder's smile returned in full. He closed the box and placed it back on the shelf before he took a roll of paper from another shelf. He opened it up on his table, a map of the area with a few markers. Jaune scanned the map for later use.

"We believe they are in this area." The elder said, circling an area of the map with his finger.

"What do you want as proof?"

"Proof of what?"

"That the job is done, if what you said is true and that box contains the sum of this villages' efforts to put together a reward then I would imagine you want definitive proof that those bandits are going to bother you and your village anymore. So, what do you want? Their standards, gear… their heads if your into that?"

The elders face paled slightly and looked off to the side as if remembering something painful. "I will accept any proof you bring just please make sure these bandits don't hurt anyone anymore. But if I may add, I don't think the people will like you to bring back heads as proof."

The Mandalorian nodded then turned and began to make his way out of the house. "Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur."

Jaune set to work immediately it was not hard to find the bandit base once he took the sky, from the looks of their base it was hidden from ground attackers with little to know though about aerial attackers something Jaune intended to take full advantage of. A smile came to Jaune's face as he readied himself for his attack, a memory of his father taking him on a hunt just after Jaune finished his training with his jetpack. His father chose a target that would bring glory to the young Arc's name, a Zakkegs , the alpha predators of Dxun.

The Zakkegs were built like tanks with their hides so thick many considered it to be on par with durasteel plates. With his father watching over him Jaune dove down on the beast from above he began his deadly battle. It was by far the toughest fight of his life but also the most exhilarating fight he had ever had. The beast did not go down easy as Jaune had stabbed both its eyes out, tossed more than a few thermal detonators down its throat, and emptied more than five clips into the beast before it finally went down.

Once the beast had died his father flew down and embraced him. Jaune was so happy to see his father approve of him, to have the best beast hunter in the clan and beyond praising him for his skill. Then came the time when he had bought its head home and proudly showed his prize to his clan. There was a huge party afterwards that lasted well into the next day. It was a day that Jaune felt that he earned his place among the clan. He was no longer Jaune son of the chiefs, he was Jaune of Clan Arc who happened to be the son of the chiefs.

Jaune blinked away the memory. This would not be like that fight, not even close but Jaune would still give his enemy the respect of fighting them with everything he had. Even if none of them were worthy of it.

Jaune took his EE-3 and took aim at one of the bandits who was on watch. With one squeeze of the trigger one of the bandits was no more. The sound drew the attention of the other bandits who jumped up from their seating areas making them easy targets. A few more trigger squeezes, a few more bodies hit the ground. By now they had narrowed down Jaune's firing position and started to shoot back with slug throwers.

'Well, I was right about one thing, they are primitive.' Jaune thought before he activated his jetpack.

As Jaune was airborne Jaune lined up another bandit and pulled the trigger killing her. Jaune landed a few more killers before he touched down in the bandit base. A few charged at him with swords and Jaune gun downed them before they even reached him. However, one managed to get behind him and fire his slug thrower at close range. The slug bounced harmlessly off his armor, Jaune turned and fired at him ending his life. Another group of them charged at him with a melee weapon, in response Jaune activated his wrist mounted flamethrower the deadly fire caught his charging attackers before they could stop. In a few moments six burning bodies were all that reminded of his attacks.

Yet that battle was not over yet more of them were taking up firing positions around the camp. Once more Jaune's jetpack flared to life sending the Mandalorian into the air. Once at a decent height Jaune's jetpack lowered its power allowing him to hover. Aiming his wrist rocket at a group of them in the next moment an explosion ripped through the bandits killing them. Jaune took aim with his EE-3 and fired off a few more rounds killing those he aimed at. Seeing as most of their fellows were now dead the remaining bandits turned and ran. They were dispatched just as easily as their fellows while they ran.

With the bandits nothing more than smoking remains Jaune started to cause the bandit base. The camp was what one would expect from bandits, mostly tents and small wooden structures with the spoils from their raids hung about like rags. There were a few wooden chests filled with the same currency that the village elder showed him. Normally he would take these chests filled with money and call it an appropriate bonus but as of now there was a better option.

Given that he was now stranded on a primitive world with no known way to get off it meant he did not benefit from a Mandalorian's reputation. Everything he did now would paint a picture for his Clan and people. While Mandalorians' were far from what one might call noble, they did have honor and were capable of being kind to those less fortunate. To put it simply he could take this money and be well off for a time and the story of a single man wiping out a bandit camp would spread giving him more job opportunities.

A man calling himself a Mandalorian wiping out a bandit camp and then giving the bandit's loot to a struggling village tended to spread far quicker. Someone of import might come looking too high for a man with such a skill set, allowing him to gain access to supplies and equipment that might help him repair his ship. While Jaune was no starship engineer he could fix things that belonged to him, that included his ship.

While Jaune was exploring the camp he came across what could only be described as a hover wagon. It was large enough to carry most of the bandit's loot and the controls looked simple enough. It also made Jaune pause and think, if these people were advanced enough to use hover technology, then why were they using slug throwers? If these bandits got their hands on such a piece of technology, then why wouldn't they have a few blasters? Jaune shook his head, this not something he should be worrying about now, he had more important things to deal with.

Jaune started to load up the hover wagon with the bandit's loot, a task that took him a few hours. When all was said and done he noted that he neglected to check one of the tents, a smaller one with not much around it. He must have passed over it when he was looking around, seeing as every other tent had some form of loot near it.

Jaune pitched the tent ready to kill any bandit that might have been waiting in ambush. Keeping his blaster up with one hand and using his other hand, Jaune pushed the flap open and stepped in. His eyes went up in surprise to see what he had found. The tent was empty side for a single wooden being in the center keeping the tent up, tied to the pole was an older looking woman heavily beaten and bruised. She was still alive if the slow rise and fall of her chest was anything to go by. After making sure the room was clear Jaune shouldered his weapon and approached the woman.

Upon closer inspection he found that this woman had the same animistic features as the village elder. The eldar did not mention anyone had been taken, it was possible that she was from a different village. Even so he might as well bring her back.

She was unconscious but how deeply was unknown to Jaune. The Mandalorian took a Bacta spray from his belt and began to treat the woman's more serious looking injuries. A took a few minutes but Jaune was able to get her to a point where she could be moved safely. Jaune used his knife to cut through the rope holding her to the post that picked her up. He took her to the hover wagon and placed her against one of the rugs he had found, it was not much but she would not fall off. With the wagon filled Jaune began to fiddle with the controls and until he got it to follow him.

With his mission complete began his trek back to the village.

As it turns out, bringing back the bandits' loot for the village had the intended effect that Jaune had hoped for. He was met with a thunderous welcome and the village's people cheered and clapped for him. He was surprised that the village had this bandit problem for a long time if they were this excited for his return.

The village elder soon came out to see what all the commotion was about. Though none could see his face Jaune had a smile on his face when he guested to the hover wagon and spoke.

"Proof."

However, the elder did not seem to notice all the loot on the wagon as his eyes instantly locked onto the older woman still unconscious that the village people were tending too off to the side. The eldar ran over to her and kneeled down beside her tears filling his eyes. As it would seem the woman was from the village after all and even more so seemed to be important to the elder. His wife if Jaune had to guess. As it turned out, the woman he rescued was the elder's wife. She was going along with a trade convoy when it was attacked by the bandits everyone assumed she had died in the fighting.

In just one mission Jaune had gone from hated mercenary to village hero. As they held a celebration in his honor that same night. A few of the women approach him, a few touch his armor or his arms where the plates separated. They would say strange things like, "I wonder what else is hard" or "I would like to have these wrapped around me". He sure hoped that why were not asking him for a duel in their own odd way. Jaune didn't want the party to end awkwardly with him hurting one of them. The next big shocker was when Jaune removed his helmet to partake in the food.

Most of the people seemed shocked, odd given that he was a human being just like them minus the animalistic features. Jaune inquired about this to the village elder who gave him a somewhat surprised look and informed him that most humans treated Faunus as sub-human. Jaune nodded his understanding given that the same thing happens around the galaxies. It meant nothing to Jaune as he did not care what someone looked like, so long as they were not trying to kill him. So, after that little hiccup the celebration went on, the elder's wife came out to thank him for saving her at some point. Jaune simply nodded in affirmation and went about enjoying the party.

Jaune finally went to bed after getting his stomach full and having his fill of parting for one night. The eldar gave him the guest room in his own house to sleep in. It was comfy and Jaune did his best not to make his presence felt too much. After he woke up, he took a hot shower and re-equipped his armor and gear. Had a bite from his ration bar and made ready to leave, seeing as it was early in the morning, he did not seem many people up. However, a convoy was making ready to head out to a nearby town and they offered to give Jaune a lift.

He accepted and got up on one of the carts, they left the village soon after. The ride to the town was uneventful and they arrived a few hours later. The town he now found himself was much bigger than the village with a few taller corporate looking buildings, paved roads, and light fixtures. It was almost like Jaune had jumped a few centuries into this world's future compared to the village he had come from. It was nice to be somewhere more advanced as it gave him hope that someone on this world could help him get back into space.

Jaune parted with the village people soon after they arrived. He managed to locate a cantina and now with some money under his name acquired a drink and a table. Soon after he found a job board with a few postings for clearing out something called grimm, some form of native creature that was an ever present problem from the looks of it. Seeing as he needed to wait for someone high up in this world's social standing to come to him, Jaune figured he might as well busy himself some more.


It had been a few months since Jaune arrived in this world. He had made a name for himself in the town and smaller villages in the area, wiping out bandit camps, grimm nests, and clearing bounty boards became the norm for him. While he hoped the name of the Mandalorian would catch on, most people seemed to call him The White Armored Huntsman, White Glint, or Thee Bounty Hunter. Sometimes he wished they would just stick to calling him Mandalorian like he wanted but he could not stop the word of mouth. He did not want to think that people called/imagined him to be on the other continents that he had never been too. While word of mouth tended to get around fast it also distorted the truth about someone as some details would change as it got further and further from its source.

As of now Jaune was relaxing at the back table at the town's cantina. People gave him a wide berth as almost everyone knew who he was and how deadly he could be. Most people would just stare and talk to their fellow people about him, "it's that him", "no way the insert title here", or his personal favorite "oh shit".

The last one being his favorite as it usually meant that said person had a bounty on their head and they knew it. With his helmet being synced to the wanted list Jaune's helmet told him if said person had a bounty on their head. If it was low Jaune tended to let whoever it was go as he was relaxing, but if it was high… well some tables got tossed up.

It was a slow day as the job board had yet to be updated and Jaune had cleaned out most of the town's criminal elements as they were either dead or sitting in a cell. One of the problems of being too good at your job was that you soon found yourself out of work for a time. Jaune considered moving to another area to hunt down some more bounties and jobs.

Jaune was brought out of his thoughts when someone sat down at his table. The man Jaune found himself sitting with was tall and wore a dark gray semi-battered dress shirt with faded red accents. Black pants and black dress shores rounded out that man's outfit with a few rings on his fingers and a silver necklace. He had spiky black hair and faded red eyes started into his helmet's visor.

He held a drink in his hand which he took a sip from before he spoke.

"So, you're the guy everyone has been talking about." He stated in a lazy unimpressed tone. "I thought you'd be taller."

"Can't help what you thought." Jaune replied, one hand on the table and the other resting on his blaster's grip just in case.

"So you are this White Glint guy. Can't say it was hard finding you."

"I wasn't hiding, plenty of bounties to do." Jaune answered simply after all there were plainly of bounties to do. Once they were updated anyways and some of the other people here got up off their asses.

"Yeah, jobs for real huntsmen. Which I know you're not."

"I seem to be handing myself just fine, thank you." Jaune answered, toying with the man across form him.

He had run into a few huntsmen since his time here, and killed a few too. They were a tricky mark to deal with this aura thing they had. A type of protective shield that some people could employ with a few allowing them to use some kind of power or another. It was very similar to the Jedi and Sith Jaune's father told him about. People with incurable powers that could be used to wipe out whole battalions single handedly. One such person named Revan brought the Mandalorians to their knees a long time ago, he was the one force user the older clans knew about and respected.

Luckily unlike the Jedi and Sith the huntsmen did not have the abilities to sense what was around them and generally they all had the same base abilities with the one unique ability called a semblance. That meant that ambushing them was the go-to method for dealing with them seeing as their shield only came up when they wanted it up. If they did not know they were in danger their aura shield was not up.

"Right right, you're this Manda-what's-it."

"Mandalorian." Jaune corrected, now starting to lose his toying tone when this guy started to talk about his people.

"Yeah, look, those jobs you've taken are meant for huntsmen. People that have gone through the training to do that time of work. Sooner or later, you're going to get yourself killed and your little armor is going to save you."

"Are you here just to blow wind in my direction or is there a point you're rambling?" Jaune asked, unimpressed with his little speech.

The man narrowed his eyes at Jaune who already had his blaster primed and pointed at him from under the table.

"My boss is interested in you and wants to talk." The man answered finally getting to the meat of his reason for being here.

"Got a job for me?"

"Of sorts."

"If it pays well, I'll hear him out but I cant say I'm going to do it. The nice lady is about to update the board."

The man rolled his eyes and took out a communicator, known on this planet as a scroll, from his pocket. He hit a few buttons before setting it on the table. A video of an older man with dark gray hair, a black business suit with a green scarf appeared. The man smiled then began.

"Well hello Mr. Mandalorian, my name is Ozpin, headmaster of Beacon Academy. My apologies for not meeting you in person as the semester is about to begin here in Vale. I've heard quite a lot of rumors about you and your talents. I wanted to offer you a contract for your services."

Jaune raised an eyebrow, why would a headmaster come to talk to him? He knew the empire hired a few Mandalorians to teach at their own military academies but even then, it was rare as the empire preferred to have their own instructors teach their recruits.

"If you are looking for a teacher you are looking in the wrong place, headmaster, I'm not a good teacher." Jaune answered, holstering his blaster.

"Not necessarily my goal. You see, while your efforts have been a help to many of the outlying cities and towns many complaints have arisen due to your lack of an official huntsman license. Many have begun to lose faith in the huntsman and women and a few have attempted to follow in your footsteps, too limited success."

Jaune was not surprised being a hero meant people aspired to be like you. What a lot of people did not know was that Jaune did not just pick up a blaster and began taking jobs, he was trained for this life even since he was old enough to fight. At the same time however, it was not going to stop him from doing what he knew how to do just because some fools thought they could be like him.

"Let's skip the why and move the contract headmaster, we are both busy people."

The headmaster smiled. "Of course, I would like you to join my academy. Not only would you get a huntsman's license but you would also learn some important things about our world wouldn't you say."

Jaune narrowed his eyes, how did he know?

"I think you would be pleased to know that we found your ship and have taken it upon ourselves to salvage as much as we can. I imagine you would like to repair it and be on your way again. My position as headmaster allows me to gain access to many supplies a man such as yourself would be hard pressed to acquire."

This headmaster was a lot smarter than he let on. Jaune needed to be careful with this one.

"Alright you have attention." Jaune said learning forward. "Let's talk in detail."

"There is only so much I can say over a scroll, but I can say that you will be joining our incoming students this year, though I'm sure you will not need to stay the full four years given your skills. You might also need to assist with other ventures that I will go into detail upon your arrival. In return you will be paid an agreed upon amount, and I will use that whenever I can to help you repair your ship."

'Unnecessary training and shady missions for ship parts.' Jaune thought to himself. 'not the worst thing I've done but not too bad of a deal.'

"Alright Headmaster let's talk in person. If these other ventures do not interfere with my code of honor then you got yourself a man. Though I warn you, I'm not the kind of man you want to trick or double cross."

"Naturally." Ozpin's smile got wider. "Qrow will take you to a Bullhead that will fly you here. I look forward to speaking with you in person."

The video winked out and Jaune stood along with the now named Qrow. The dropship looking transport took the two men to the main city of Vale. Jaune had heard of it but never bothered to visit as jobs were plentiful in the outreaches. From what Jaune had gathered since his time on this planet called Remnant, there were four major cities or kingdoms as the locals called Vale at the center most content, Vacuo in the west, Atlas in the snowy north, and Mistral in the east. Each major city had an academy that trained these huntsmen in their own way of combat.

Atlas seemed to be the militant of the four kingdoms from what he heard he gathered, while the others were more… civilian. Jaune wondered what the other kingdoms would do if Atlas decided to try and conquer the other kingdoms but guessed each kingdom had its own force of huntsmen to call on if need be.

The dropship soon touched down on a landing pad before a large castle looking complex. Jaune had seen far more grand structures but it had an appeal. Jaune disembarked along with his escort, they were soon created by Ozpin and another woman with blond hair and green eyes. She had a very proper look to her with her dress and perfectly upright posture. Jaune had seen a similar look in some senators and nobles.

"Greetings Mr. Mandalorian-"

"Jaune of Clan Arc." Jaune corrected seeing as it was very likely that he was going to be working for him some time.

"Mr. Arc then." Ozpin changed, waiting for a moment to see if Jaune would correct him. When he didn't Ozpin went on. "Welcome to Beacon Academy I trust your flight he was your liking."

"No complaints, so let's finish our conversation about this contract."

Ozpin nodded. "Of course, if you follow me we will go to my office."

And so Jaune followed the pair into the academy, and they arrived at the Headmaster's office. His office happened to be at the highest tower with a large circular room with clock gears in different locations almost as decorations. There was a single desk with a chair for Ozpin to sit on and nothing else in the way of furniture. The door behind Jaune closed leaving him alone in a room with three other people.

"So the rest of the contract?" Jaune asked, getting down to business.

"Being new to this world I understand you do not know much about society in our world do you?" Ozpin asked, taking a seat at his desk.

"I've learned the basics."

"Then I will skip what the common person knows and delve into what we are truly facing in our world. The Grimm as we call them the black furred and white bone armored creatures you've no doubt encountered are our problem. Most of the land outside the major cities are ripe with them killing anyone they might come across. What most people don't know is that grimm are not just monsters spawned from what origin might fit your liking. They are the dark creations of an evil woman known as Salem."

So, the explanation went on. The secret war they were fighting against this Salem and her followers, the four women called maidens who held powers unlike any huntsmen, the secret artifacts held in each kingdom that held an eminence amount of power. Jaune had a feeling a few important details were left out but he chose not to press them.

Ozpin went on to explain his role in this would be to help root out these followers as well as assessment that might come up what would need his skills to deal with. For the main part he was to play the role of a student so he could spot these followers without being easily spotted himself. His cover was that he was from a small obscure Clan that kept mostly to themselves and Jaune was one of a few members of the clan who venture into the world and report back on the rest of the status of current events.

It was not perfect but it was something for Jaune to go on. At the end of it, all this was the best way for him to repair his ship and return to his clan. So Jaune accepted the contract and was set up in a room until the rest of the students arrived in a few days. While he was waiting he was allowed to travel the city but Ozpin suggested that he might leave his armor behind. Like that was going to happen, however, Jaune did relent on the condition that while on academy grounds he would leave his armor and weapons in the student lockers.

Though he did keep his blaster pistol on him, he decided not to tell Ozpin that.

When the day came for all the other students to arrive Jaune occupied himself with watching the aspiring students. Since he was supposed to be looking out for agents of Salem he took this time to see if he could spot any telling signs. While counter-espionage was not in Jaune's skillset there were a few jobs that required him to be observant. At the moment he was simply looking for signs of any organized moment, someone or a group of people acting more than one would expect from their age group. As of now, he did not see anyone that screamed infiltrator. Just a few clicks and people who knew each other from previous schools.

The sound of an explosion drew Jaune's attention, as it would seem a very young girl had set off some form of explosive and the owner of said explosive was giving her an ear full. It was probably by the fact that all these students had their aura that no one was harmed in the blast. He made a mental note to keep any and all explosives out of the girl's grasp should they come into contact with one another.

Another girl who caught his attention was a Faunus who was attempting to hide her ears in a bow on her head. A clever trick but someone with a trained eye would spot, she also gave off more of an infiltrator vibe but knowing how Faunus were treated in this world, could also mean she was just used to finding what she was from other humans.

Another person or persons to catch Jaune's eye were two he'd almost mistaken for riduur, a married pair. The girl with orange-colored hair and turquoise eyes wearing a pink and white dress was hanging off a boy in a green and black accented robe. The boy's hair was black and his eyes were a Magenta color. The girl seemed to be a bundle of energy from her actions while the boy was calm and collected.

A few others caught this eye but by then it was time for them to gather in the training arena for orientation, the trial would begin tomorrow. Jaune was up in the stands leaning against the wall doing his best to stay out of the way. Ozpin soon stood up on the stage and gave a very short and blunt speech before letting Glynda take over in giving instructions to the rest of the students. Later the students gathered in the ballroom to sleep as they had yet to have any room assigned to them. Jaune on the other hand had his own room and retired to it once the day was out. But before he left Jaune once again spotted the Faunus who was lighting some candles to read. A quick investigation caused Jaune to drop all suspicion he had for Faunus, based on the content of the book in question.

'What a dirty girl.' Jaune thought to himself before turning in for the night.

The next day Jaune found himself walking into the student storage lockers. A few other students were talking with one another, a few of them he recognized from yesterday. They all seemed to be having their own conversations going on so he paid them little mind. He passed a white haired girl that was chatting with a red haired girl before he reached his locker. The white haired girl seemed to want the redhead to join her team but it looked like she was searching for a nice way to turn her down.

Once Jaune found his locker he began to remove his local clothing he reserved from the headmaster. Once his shirt came off he started to remove his pants.

"Oh my."

"Wh- WHAT ARE DOING!"

"Ooohh, someone's not afraid."

"EEP!"

Jaune's left eye twitched as it suddenly got so loud for no reason. Once his clothes were neatly folded and returned to his locker Jaune began to put on his undersuit. The process was simple as he just had to slip into the suit through the back then pull itself together with its synthetic muscle fiber. With a mental command the suit pulled itself allowing Jaune to equip the beskar plates to his body. After all of his beskar plates were in place again Jaune began to equip his weapons and gear.

The part of his gear he removed from his locker was his helmet, it was tradition to only equip one's helmet at the start of a trail. Seeing as the trail would begin at the cliff side Jaune held the helmet under his arm. Jaune turned to leave but stopped when he saw everyone else in the locker room was staring at him. The girls by and large having a notable blush on their faces.

The white hair girl matched up to him and pointed an accusatory finger at his face.

"How dare you strip down in front of all of us, you, you, pervert!" She yelled at him.

Jaune raised an eyebrow, what was the problem with him changing into his armor in a locker room. Back with his clan everyone changed their clothes in close proximity to each other as the clan lived on one of its warships. There was little space so many shared rooms, Jaune had seven sisters meaning he often changed his clothes in the presses of his sisters just as they did with him in the room. He did not see a reason why she would call him a pervert.

"I bet the only reason you did that was because Pyrrha is here!" She accused.

Jaune raised an eyebrow. "Who?"

That seemed to make the girl more angry.

"Who? WHO?! Don't you know anything?!" She turned and gestured with both hands to the red haired girl who managed a small smile and a weak wave.

"I don't know who she is."

"She graduated top of her class at Sanctum."

"Never heard of it." Jaune replied if it meant something he would have heard of it during his time on this world.

The girl went on.

"She won the Mistral regional tournaments four years in a row, a new record!"

"Little honor is won from tournaments," Jaune simply answer remembering the words of his father. "True honor is won on the battlefield or on the hunt of deadly creatures. Sure she can fight in duels but has she done anything... real."

Getting out of the middle girl Jaune looked at this Pyrrha woman.

"Tell me champion, what great honors do you lay claim to?"

Pyrrha remained quiet for a moment before smiling. "I haven't been on any battlefield nor have I hunted down any grimm. That's why I'm here."

"Eh, well we all know why your here then but hey maybe you do have some mandokarla, spirit, then you can tell me of your hunts." Jaune challenged mixing in some Mando'a words. He pushed past the white-haired girl and continued to me his way to the cliffs.

Though Pyrrha did not know it Jaune had just challenged her to prove her worth to him. He would never admit it at the time but she had the makings of a Mandalorian if she proved worthy. Until then she was just another pretty face that he would forget as time went on. She was a little pretty though, Pyrrha's red hair did remind him of a Zeltron he met once. She had the same shade of red hair that Pyrrha had and she was a fierce fighter, too bad she met her end at the hands of a trandoshan mercenary. She would have made a fine Mandalorian.

Jaune soon arrived at the cliff sides along with the other students. Ozpin and Glynda were already present and directing incoming students to metal pads on the ground. Once everyone was in position the headmaster began to speak.

"You have trained for years-"

'Some of us more than others.' Jaune thought to himself silently laughing at the children he would be completing this trail with.

"As warriors and today, your abilities will be evaluated in the Emerald Forest."

Glynda went from there. "Now I'm sure many of you have heard rumors of the assignment of teams. Well, allow us to put an end to your confusion. Each of you will be given a teammate today."

Jaune wondered if Ozpin had a plan for who his teammate would be. Hopefully someone competent and with some level of experience.

"These teammates will be with you for the rest of your time here at Beacon." Ozpin went on. "So it would be in your best interest to be paired with someone you can work well with. That being said, the first person you make eye contact with after landing will be your partner for the next four years."

Landing? Jaune did not see any dropship and was the headmaster really going to leave the partnering pairs up to chance? It seemed foolish.

"After you partnered up you will make your way to the opposite end of the forest. You will meet opposition along the way. Do not hesitate to destroy everything in your path, or you will die."

Jaune wouldn't have it any other way. What was a trial if you did not run the risk of dying should you fail.

"You will be monitored and graded for the duration of the initiation, but our instructors will not intervene. You will find an abandoned temple at the end of the path containing several relics each par must choose one and return to the top of the cliff. You will guard that item as well as your standing and you will be grated appropriately. Are there any questions?"

After waiting a moment for a moment Ozpin smiled. "Good, now get ready."

Jaune putting on his helmet. 'Buy'ce olar, kar'ta ogir.'

He waited for a dropship to arrive but heard nothing that sounded like a ship. However, he did hear a clicking at his feet. Looking down Jaune instantly knew what was about to happen, he looked over to Ozpin, whose eyes were dancing with laughter, and spoke.

"Oh you Ner-" Jaune began before he was thrown into the air.

It took but a moment for Jaune to stabilize himself and ignite his jetpack and few off towards the ruins.


Back at the cliff the gathered students watched in awe as they saw their fellow students fly through the air after being launched. Ozpin looked on in silent surprise as he watched his newest agent against darkness fly over the forest. He leaned over to his assistant and whispered.

"Did you know he could do that?"

"I thought that backpack was just for show." Glynda answered before looking down at her scroll as she had just been notified that she received a message. "He said that he will be speaking to you after the trial with enough profanity to make a sailor blush."

Ozpin let out a nervous chuckle before turning back to the rest of the students. "Alright, who's next?"


Jaune landed just in front of the ruins the headmaster spoke of. It was a circular structure with many pedestals with board game pieces sitting on each one. Seeing as he was the first one to arrive he had his choice at the ones present. Upon closer inspection, he noted that the game pieces were a local game called chess. A boring and extremely simplified game of battle with the pieces being able to move around the board in different ways.

Jaune approached the simplest of the pieces, the pawn. If he remembers correctly it was the weakest of the pieces but held the most potential. He liked that about the pieces, something that was often discarded only to have it sneak up on you when its potential is achieved. It reminded him of his people, they had fallen much since the height of their power but they would return stronger than ever.

He was about to pick up the black game piece when his holographic comm unit started beeping. He pulled it out of his pocket and activated it. An image of Ozpin appearing.

"Hello Jaune, I see you made it to the ruin."

"I was about to get your little game piece, what do you want?"

"I wanted to remind you of the parameters of the exam, seeing as you most likely meant to fly back once you retrieved your chosen relic. While you were to come back with a relic you seemed to have forgotten that you were to return back with a partner."

Jaune rolled his eyes. "Headmaster wouldn't it is better just to assign one to me, preferably one who is already experienced. If you want me to deal with her followers, shouldn't you give me a partner who knows what we are fighting against."

"I'm sure you can make do with the students here. Think of it as a challenge." Ozpin's image then blinked out.

Jaune growled and shoved the communicator back into his pocket. He snatched the pawn off the pedestal and placed it in one of his empty belt pouches. Ozpin wanted to play his games then let him, but Jaune was going to be choosing his partner. No way in hell he was going to be stuck with some sorry sap.

Jaune's jetpack kicked on, sending the Mandalorian into the air. He needed a vantage point if he was going to scout out the students here. A nearby hill provided him with a place to look down on the forest around him. Using his rifle's scope he looked down to see if he could find anyone who was alone.

He was not having a good time with it as all of the trees made it hard to see anyone moving underneath the canopy. Jaune was brought out of his observations when he felt the hill shake. Looking down Jaune spotted what looked to be a deathstalker approaching the red-haired girl. He knew deathstalkers were a stronger grimm than most could handle. He could already tell that she was about to retreat. Jaune sighed, she was alone and she was as good a partner as any.

Locking onto the deathstalker with his HUD, Jaune launched his jetpack's missile. The missile shot into the air before turning down towards the deathstalker. The projectile stuck the grimm's back causing the creature to cry out in pain. Jaune lined up his blaster rifle with the creature's eyes and pulled the trigger. Several red bolts raced down towards the grimm, each bolt finding its mark in the grimm's eyes blinding it. It started to thrash around wildly trying to hit its unseen attacker. The girl moved back giving the grimm room to thrash but Jaune had other ideas. Jumping off the side of the hill Jaune firing into the creature's hide.

Jaune's jetpack kicked on allowing him to land in front of the grimm without hurting himself. Taking his grenades Jaune tossed them into the creature's mouth, the foolish creature eating them greedly. Moments later the grenades detonated causing the creature's stomach to explode sending pits of grimm in every which way.

Jaune turned and made eye contact with Pyrrha.

"A bold prey to choose." Jaune complemented. "Maybe there's some spirit in you yet."

Pyrrha shouldered her weapon and smiled. "Thanks for the help. I guess we are partners now."

Jaune nodded then took the "relic" from his belt. "Lets head back to the cliff, I already have the relic."

"Wow you move fast, that jetpack must come in handy. I haven't seen any of the other kingdoms using them."

"Only my clan use them widely, the technology is a closely guarded secret." Jaune clarified as he began to make his way towards the cliff, Pyrrha following after him.


"Jaune of Clan Arc, Pyrrha Nikos, Nora Valkyrie, and Lie Ren." Ozpin called, causing the four called to walk up onto the stage. "You retrieved the black pawn pieces, from this day forward you will work together as team JNPR. Led by Jaune of Clan Arc."

There was a murmur of conservation at the headmaster's choice. Clearly they thought someone else would be chosen to lead the team. Though it was of little concern to Jaune he would whip these three into Mandalorian standers, who knew they might even join his clan when he finally got back into his Clan.

Only time would tell.


Alright all done here! Hope you liked the idea I thought up. I kinda frew past the last bits because I really wanted to get this damn thing done and out of my head. I took out the part where Jaune fights Yang in the club for reasons. Like I said up above if you want to adopt this story then shoot me a PM and we can get that taken care of.

Anyways God bless and get ready for school again… tis a dark day….