Hey guys, sorry for the delay, spent a bit working on the previous chapters and removing some mistakes. If I've missed anything please let me know. Aside from that please enjoy this chapter and review or PM with your thoughts.

Ultimate Weapon: Chapter 6

Arc: Weapon X

Vale slums, 5:48 PM

Jaune walked through the slums of Vale with a confidence that attracted the attention of many. While it was called the slums, specifically the suicide slums, this area of Vale wasn't as run down as some would expect. In fact, it was this area that Junior made his home. The entire area was as pristine and clean as the rest of Vale, even more so in some cases. However, it lacked the tall business buildings that littered Vale proper. This, was due to the fact that the Suicide Slums were owned by the criminals of Vale.

Jaune looked a corner and noticed a small child selling drugs. He clutched his fist, looking at the skinny and desperate young girl as she begged others to take her product. The bruises on her arm telling him all he needed to know. But Jaune kept walking. What could he do? Jaune had interfered countless times…but people always came back to that life. He didn't know her circumstances…therefore interfering could have disastrous consequences.

….at least that's what he told himself. Time and time again Jaune had been tricked and used due to his sympathetic nature. It was part of why Jaune relied on his instincts so much when interacting with others. But even so…there were some sights in life that would always leave you jarred.

The blood that flowed from his clutched fist spoke volumes against the passive expression on his face. The sight of that child was made even more disturbing due to the whiteness of Vale and how clean and proper these slums truly looked. But the people told you all you needed to know. The police didn't run this town, the crooks did. Junior lived at the edge of the slums, leeching into the Vale proper. This gave him a lot of business from both the slums and the proper areas. Jaune took one last look at that kid. He took a deep breath and continued to walk. He wasn't going to walk into that…not again.

But that didn't mean that child's face disappeared from his mind. It haunted him on every step, every turn. Jaune finally found The Crooked Trinket. Stupidest name he ever heard, but this woman knew where everyone was. But this…damnit Ruby better appreciate how awkward this was going to be. Before Jaune had arrived here he had changed into the clothes he bought the other day with his team at a Fallmart. Cheapest thing he could buy. A single blue t-shirt and some jeans. He had a lot more money for more clothes, but he'd get those from the hunter retail stores. While he had already gotten a jacket and some smaller items from the place, he'd need more due to his habit of destroying whatever he owned given time. It would be nice to have a shirt that didn't tear from the smallest of actions though, regardless of its future fate.

But while the greatest of all tailors known within Remnant lived in high end of Vale…the greatest period lived in this portion of the city. She and her original partner had a falling out of some kind. None of Jaune's business so he never pried. The two were equals in every way, so while the man had more skill and speed in creating his product, Rowena, the woman he was after, was known for her innovation and brilliance. But last Jaune heard Rowena was supposed to live in the northern half of Vale. Now she was stuck here? Sheesh talk about rough times.

Considering that no one Jaune had called upon knew Rowena's current whereabouts Jaune had only one option left to him. The Crooked Trinket. As Jaune opened the rather odd rusty door, the entire bar became dead silent. Jaune had been a frequent Patron of this place so while the other customers kept their silence for a moment, then returning to their discussions, the bartender herself was….

"It's…it's you"

Jaune sighed as he turned and walked towards the bar. Standing cleaning the glass was a woman with silver hair. Her Faunus features was one of the most telling features. Her silver fox ears and tail made her famous in these parts.

"Silver Fox."

"Jaune…."

For a long time Jaune detested using the English translation of her name but unfortunately lacked the substiles in his tongue to pronounce it properly. Actually, his attempts at saying her name as it was supposed to be said was so horrid that Silver Fox simply asked to be called as her name meant. Still though she deeply appreciated his attempts.

In fact her name was not Silver, but Silver Fox, many of her patrons didn't understand that. Her last name was something she'd forgoed after their mother….

Well that's drama for another day.

As jaune sat down he tapped twice for his usual. Silver Fox sighed as she poured him a glass of old Varilian Whiskey. Jaune loved the burning sensation and the cedar aroma of the drink, This particular Bottle was aged twenty years. Jaune didn't have to pay since the bottle belonged to him to begin with, a present from Silver Fox's father.

"So why you here?" asked Silver Fox.

"I'm here for information on Rowena. Heard she moved down into these parts."

Silver Fox scowled.

"First time we see each other in a while and that's what you want?"

Jaune wasn't in the mood for games and just gave her a blank stare.

"Sorry hun but last time I checked, you told me you needed space and constantly kept your distance. That was four months before I got sent to the vault."

Silver Fox scowled but relented.

"Fine you dick. Rowena lives on the corner beside Junior. Last I heard the Friends of Humanity were bothering her something fierce."

Jaune finished his drink and got up, throwing Ruby's destroyed cloak around his shoulder as he walked out.

"Are you kidding me?" asked Silver.

Jaune turned around and looked her in the eye. He ignored the patrons as some scooted away from him and went to other tables.

"You're just going to leave like that?"

Jaune rose an eyebrow. He thought on continuing this…but the years in the vault had taught Jaune something…or rather removed something from him. A tolerance for drama and theatrics. The truth was that while the two of them had separated on decent terms, the time apart had effected them. Silver Fox seemed…aggravated that Jaune had zero inclination to continue things…or perhaps something else? Jaune wasn't a mind reader, so he wasn't going to pretend he knew what was happening in her mind. All he knew was that she came off aggressive and that her scent was tinged in aggravation.

Silver Fox sighed as she rubbed her brow. She walked out of her bar, and moved to Jaune. She walked up, her tail swishing behind her in an awkward manner.

"Look" said Silver "I get it. We weren't exactly…buddy buddy at the end. But I thought we were still friends."

Jaune leaned in to look Silver Fox right in the eyes. While her breathing remained normal her heart rate increased…and not from arousal. She still feared him…no…weary of him. That was more accurate. She knew he'd never hurt her. But she seemed to still think that Jaune was…unpredictable…that he was less than human. Funny how he got that feeling from a Faunus of all people.

"We are friends" said Jaune truthfully "I still consider you one of the few people that I've trusted in my life."

Silver Fox twitched at the past tense.

"But you havn't been honest with me. Not when we broke up and not now. You forget, I can smell that tinge of…weariness. I don't know why…and I won't bother to dig. All I know is that the reasons you've given me for breaking up was bull…and the reason that you're doing this whole thing is a farce as well. I'm your friend Fox and I'll always come if you or your Pa need help…but don't try and pretend that we have some deep connection…because we never did. We didn't click and you thought I wasn't normal enough for a full-time relationship with you. I understand that, hell I don't blame you. But don't lie to me and better yet don't lie to yourself…its annoying."

The patrons were silent as he walked out, his words stated…his business concluded. As he walked out Jaune looked to the left and noticed Black Bear sitting on a stool in front of the shed. He was, quite literally, a bear of a man. He lacked any form of Faunus features, but within his hands were a set of claws that could rend steel if they wanted to, his immense strength from both his bear like physique and aura training as a retired huntsmen kept trouble far far away from his bar.

"Bear."

"Jaune. Overheard what you said to my little fox."

Jaune locked eyes with the older man as he rose up. He dwarfed Jaune in size, Jaune's head only coming to Black Bear's pectorals.
"It was a good thing you did."
"…"

Black Bear chuckled as he shook his head, he gestured for Jaune to follow him.

"She hasn't seen the things we've seen kid. She was never comfortable with the idea that people sometimes need to die…honestly I've never been comfortable with the idea myself…but things become necessary in the mess we call life. She never could live with it…even if the people you killed were trying to take her."

Jaune gripped his hands at the memory. Black Bear himself seemed irritated immensely from the sheer thought alone. But the knowledge that the men who attempted such a blatantly dumb move were dead brought peace. Jaune and Bear had moved to the left side of the bar, revealing a small garage that was hidden between the bar and the building beside it. With a push of a button Jaune smiled. For the door opened to reveal his bike, fully repaired and ready for action.

Sucked he wasn't using it now then didn't it?

An Astral 4310 Dust Victory cruiser, this bike was built for cruising long distances. It wasn't built for speed but for a smooth ride unlike any other. The smooth leather seat, the incredible stability, Jaune's custom bike was something he had Junior help him with. The bike came from Atlas, but the leather was formed in Vale using a dust treated leather substitute. The result created an incredible soft cushion. Since the bike ran off dust he didn't have to worry about gas or any other form of pollution, but getting the appropriate dust crystal was a pain in the ass due to the size required.

All in all it was Jaune's favorite thing to fiddle around with…

"I can't drive it today" muttered Jaune "I'm sorry. I don't mean to make you hold onto this for me. I'll take the bike and find somewhere for it."

"Nonsense" said Black Bear "It was thanks to you that my bar is even standing after that fight between the F.O.H and the White Fang. We would have moved but the F.O.H has had a stubborn streak since you've been gone. They've been blockading anyone that attempts to move out. Don't know why but they are."

Jaune sighed.

"Alright" said Jaune "But when I find out if Beacon lets me park the bike, I'll take it off your hands…it was good to see you Bear"

"You as well Jaune. I'd be careful out there. The white fang has been quiet lately but the friends of humanity have been rowdy…perhaps rowdier than even I can explain."

Jaune smiled as he turned from his friend.

"I'll be fine Bear."

Yet as Jaune walked away Black bear looked down at the ground.

"It's not you I'm worried about."

-Five minutes later-

"….Rowdy doesn't exactly do this justice" muttered Jaune.

Jaune was standing in front of a run down convenience store. While the building was pristine and colorful, the racks were empty and a poor ragged woman manned a counter. Her eyes were baggy and her clothes were ruffled. A thin man in a blue shirt and jeans was walking in front of her, talking. To Jaune it was if they were speaking normally, considering his heighten senses. But to the on lookers, Jaune was across the street drinking coffee and just happened to be sitting outside, looking directly into the window of this store.

Jaune noticed a young thug, his hands recently bloodied lurking between the stores. Jaune noticed that the twig that was a man's nose was bloody. Probably stood up to the rather…large youth. Jaune had to admit, while the guy seemed small, that didn't mean he wasn't brave. Didn't mean that bravery wouldn't get him killed. Jaune knew the woman was Rowena and she had lost a lot of weight. When Jaune had last seen her Rowena was a…solid woman. Pure muscle and a bit of a belly. But damn if she wasn't funny. Her husband was always a walking stick but he was a solid man, a dude of his word. For that he had Jaune's respect…but he always felt off and was horribly jealous of any male in Rowena's presence, hence Jaune's dislike of the idiot.

Jaune felt his hands burn as his claws nudged on the skin. He sighed. In the buildings between this…store was filled with men. Each wearing clothing that held the symbol of the Friends of Humanity…the F.O.H. Jaune rolled his eyes. Idiots thought that was a symbol? Regardless it didn't matter. From what Jaune could tell, especially from the large black truck, the two had only been moved to the store, they didn't actually live there…which meant that there was a leader here…a leader that needed to die….

"Aw crap" muttered Jaune.

Jaune rolled his eyes as he realized his usual tactics just went down the toilet. Since he joined Beacon he had been told numerous times that killing was a rather large no. Glynda's glaring gave Jaune pause. He sighed as he looked again. The busy streets were filled with people. The actual store only housed a few guards. If he were to hazard a guess from experience, there was a driver somewhere ready to transport the two wherever they needed. First, was him.

Or her. Whichever gender.

Jaune got up from his seat, leaving his empty cup behind. He rolled his neck as he looked around the street. A little further to the left, parked on the side of the road in a rather…haphazardness manner. The black truck stuck out like a sore thumb due to its unusual model. Jaune began to walk amongst the crowd. He took his time, listening, breathing, and reading the atmosphere around him. Jaune was quick to notice that the guards were lax. Probably due to the lack of conflict. Before Jaune had been thrown into jail he had single handily decimated the command structure of the White Fang in Vale.

Although Vale was the weak link of the White Fang, it didn't mean they themselves were. Before Jaune had begun to hunt them down with earnest, gang fights between the White Fang and the F.0.H were common in the suicide slums.

Before Jaune was captured, the White Fang in Vale were broken beyond repair. Their presence could still be felt but thanks in part to the police and the F.O.H their presence could never regain the infamy it once held. Jaune's next target was the F.O.H. in reality he had almost killed their leader, but that had been what got him caught in the first place. Senator Kelly, the man who was running for office and presenting himself as a 'factual' saint. That his racism towards the Faunus was simply the inherent belief that humanity truly was superior due to scientific facts rather than his stupidity.

That idiot was the leader of the F.O.H. Sadly for Jaune and the police in the know the evidence against the guy was non-existent. It was why Jaune had attempted to kill him. Thankfully Kelly was unable to properly charge him for attempted murder. The proof necessary to do so would have incriminate himself. Sadly that didn't stop him from hammering Jaune down on numerous other crimes. It was why Jaune, who had no aura, was sent to the vault in the first place.

Jaune clutched his fist and shook his head. There was no point in lamenting on his failure. Right now he had to begin his subtle destruction of the organization. That kind of thing took months, even years, to bear fruit. Jaune didn't mind starting now. Yet…it was obvious that while entirely different in their goals and capabilities…the F.O.H and the White Fang shared at least a few things in common.

The first that Jaune noticed was that they rarely used their "soldiers" in effective means. The White Fang liked to increase their chances in battle with sheer numbers, while supplementing them with aura-enhanced warriors. This made the White Fang a very powerful fighting group…but the rest of the organization was trash. Their funding was limited due to no means of acquiring large amounts of money frequently and they lacked any form of connection with anyone, Faunus or Human.

The F.O.H just sucked…seriously. They had large numbers but rarely used it. They focused more on guerrilla tactics and saboteurs. However, the F.O.H had the advantage of a benefactor that funded their entire operation and incredible organizational skills. They attacked any target that Kelly wanted, while in return getting the funds necessary to both fulfill Kelly's goals and simultaneously go ahead in realizing their own. As such, they usually sent people in squads with a military like command structure.

Jaune actually chuckled as he doubled around the paremeter, ensuring he knew the number of F.O.H soldiers he was dealing with. As if either the White Fang or the F.O.H were capable of mimicking any true military operation. The could pull things off and get results, but Jaune had seen what true discipline can bring to a fighting force…and neither of these two had it. Their leaders were too raw, too passionate about their ideals to even bother thinking of how they could effectively go about realizing them. Adam Taurus was the worst of the lot while Graydon Creed was a close second.

Battle hungry and power fueled idiots the two of them.

Jaune smirked as he did his third lap. The thought of visiting Creed just brought a smile on his face. It would be nice to simply be done with him entirely but for now Jaune focused on the task at hand. Jaune walked into the ally ways and found a ladder set that led to the top of a building only a block away from the abandoned store the F.O.H were holding rowena.

He stood on the roof, watching through windows, trying to see if they were following routes or not. Thankfully they weren't, which made things both difficult and easier. Jaune thought he had two paths before him. One was purely stealth related. It relied on him being able to get Rowena out. As far as Jaune remembered Rowena and her husband had used their connection with Junior to buy a store front in the northern section of Vale. Jaune remembered the address due to the fact that he was the one who scouted it out years past. It was abandoned but still owned under one of Junior's aliases, Patch.

Jaune scowled. Jaune still didn't like that Junior used his face for that I.D. Seriously just because he was wearing an eye patch doesn't mean it was a good disguise…but it worked out well so far. This allowed Junior to be hands off in terms of managing some of his other unusual estate projects, whereas Jaune had the means to enlist the help of Junior's collection of workers without having to resort to anything, afterall…they thought Patch was Jaune.

It was a good idea they had at the time. Using Jaune's face allowed the enemies they made to come after Jaune and Jaune alone, leaving Junior to plot in peace, usually to devastating effect. Now that Jaune was back he'd have to get into the full swing of things again.

Jaune sighed as he looked at the windows and front of the streets. There was definitely little patterns so a stealth route was out. If they were truly spread out and acting randomly than any plan of infiltration would be based purely on luck. Jaune walked to the other end of the roof and kept an eye on the back end of the buildings. Unfortunately none of these "soldiers" seemed to be common members of the town.

Jaune had hoped that possibly using the Patch alias would end up being a good means to be stealthy, as it was a well known name in the underworld of Vale. But if there was no route of patrol then that meant there wasn't any form of rigid authority. Just someone on the receiving end of orders. So using his infamy in that way was just going to fail utterly.

Full blown combat was out of the question, so Jaune went with the next best thing. Scare the ever living shit out of them and knock a few out as best he could.

Jaune's smile turned feral as he let loose in the way only he could. He let his senses take hold. The air, the sound, the feeling that he was capable of sensing took hold. It showed him the way. Jaune jumped across the rooftops, finding a would be sniper keeping an eye on the ground. Jaune crouched silently, ensuring he was outside the woman's field of vision as he approached her. He walked behind her, than struck.

He wrapped his arm around her neck and clasped his hand to her mouth. He ensured that only the bare minimum of force was used to close off her airways. Eventually she passed out and Jaune let her collapse on the ground. He quickly took a peek over the rooftop and noticed he was now above Rowena and her husband. He noticed that the black truck had a driver with an F.O.H armband, head banging to music.

"…apparently good help is hard to find" muttered Jaune. He turned around and noticed the makeshift ladder heading into the building, a shoddy hole having been blasted through to give access to the roof. Why they wouldn't use the stairways on the side of the building escaped Jaune. They probably weren't aware it was even there.

Than again, it could simply be for access. Being able to quickly drop into the building, rather than dash around the side, certainly had benefits. So these idiots were not entirely stupid it seemed. Jaune took measured steps on the ladder to ensure limited noise, but was quick to notice that there was few guards. There were two talking away on the left side of the vacant room, while the other was smoking in the corner, puffing away. Thankfully all their backs were too the ladder.

Jaune was silent as he looked across the room, trying to find any means of silently taking the three out. The two would be easy enough. From what Jaune could sense these people seemed too relaxed to be experienced in their…occupation. As such odds were that these were individuals who had yet to have their aura active. As such knocking the two out would be easy…it was the third one that was a problem. Even if Jaune took out the two on the left the third would call for help. If he went after the smoker however, the noise would travel in such a confined room. With the entire floor being so empty of any objects, the noise would echo easily. Decisions decisions.

The real problem was that Jaune wanted the couple downstairs to escape without harm…but considering that the F.O.H needs them…Jaune narrowed his eyes as he focused. He couldn't simply kill his way like he usually did.

Jaune sighed as he rolled his eyes. Here he was thinking quietly…he never did quiet. Jaune immediately jumped to the left, aiming for the two near the window. Before the could react, Jaune smashed their two heads together. The smaller of the two was knocked out, but his slightly taller bretheren managed to remain conscious. Jaune kept his grip on his head while using his free hand to break his nose. The two fell within seconds. As the woman in the corner smoking reacted, Jaune had already dashed forward. As he neared her, he suddenly jumped, using his shoulder and momentum to slam her body into the wall. The plaster cracked as Jaune's weighted body knocked the wind out of her. She slid to the ground out of reflex, but before she could fix her mistake, Jaune's knee found her face. Her head slammed into the wall, leaving an indent, her poor nose bleeding along with her mouth. Jaune noticed the steps leading to the ground floor. He vaulted over it, both to get to the ground faster, and to surprise his opponent. Jaune scoffed as he noticed three things.

The first was that Rowena and her husband were in the corner, confused but focused. The leader of this ragtag group of F.O.H members quickly fumbled for his gun, surprise written across his face. Jaune glowered at the man and ran towards his would be opponent. To Jaune's slight irritation the man fell to the ground in fear.

"HEY HEY HEY! Leave me alone man, I did nothing to you!"

Jaune scowled. Why the White fang and the Friends of humanity aligned themselves with cowards like this made no sense to Jaune. Yet, Jaune could tell this man had seen some battle. If Jaune had not surprised him with his little vault, he probably wouldn't have cowered as he did. Since in that case, the gun would be loaded and pointed at Jaune, rather than haphazardly fumbled into his hands. Jaune grabbed the coward by the throat and lifted with one hand. The man, underneath all his thick uniform, was obviously more accustomed to a couch rather than actual missions.

Jaune sighed. It seemed he over thought this. If this buffoon and new recruits were used to keep these two hostage than Rowena and her husband were not a high priority. Useful, but not essential. Good that made things a little easier. But still. Best to get answers. Unbeknownst Jaune the bystanders outside were watching, and one kid was videotaping what was occurring through the window of the store.

"Tell me everything."

"My name is Garth Witherns, I'm 32 years old and have been with the organization for four years. I've been assigned to persuade Rowena Chambers to equip us with quality dust infused materials!"

Jaune rose an eyebrow…huh, that was more than he expected. Apparently his reputation proceeded him…wait…ah crap.

"That's not enough! I'm into Faunus porn and I wet the bed till I was 13!"

"…..what the actual hell are you talking about?" asked Jaune.

"I'm sorry! Please don't kill me!"

Jaune sighed and reared his arm back. He slammed Garth into the a few times until his body went limp. He hated people like this. Little coward that would sell out his own mother for his life. Still though…this wasn't good. Jaune's face was known amongst the F.O.H. While that alone wasn't a problem, it meant that pretty soon his face may be spread amongst other groups. Seems his little war against the gangs have brought some unwanted attention. Jaune looked outside and sighed. Damnit. He was usually more careful than this. Apparently a few years in jail rusted your skills.

Jaune turned to Rowena.

"Hey."

"….Jaune…it's been a while. What brings you here?"

Jaune stared at her blankly.

"Don't even bother to play dumb. I know the gist. You tried to move to Junior's territory right? To get out from under the gangs and attempt to start up your own business after you and your partner split. Now they won't let you leave and you've been trapped ever since?"

"…"

"Your silence is telling" muttered Jaune "Look. All I want is for you to repair a cloak I have."

Jaune took the cloak off from his shoulders, having used the untorn portion as a scarf, as stupidly long as it was, leaving the rest of Ruby's memento in his pocket. Rowena took the material and toyed with it.

"It's a decent material. I've worked with better. It seems designed for a slighter frame than yours."

"That's cause it is."

"Oh….a girlfriend?"

"no."

Rowena sighed.

"I'll help you, for a favor in return."

Jaune sighed.

"I already know. They have their little get away truck outside. I'll take and drive you to that store Junior ahs for you. How long would it take to fix that?"

Rowena scoffed.

"Minutes. That storehouse has more than enough supplies for me to fix this quickly with dust. But I take it you wanted it improved?"

Jaune smirked.

"You catch on quick."

Rowena rolled her eyes as she walked to the door. Jaune handed her the remaining piece of the cloak as she walked by.

"This material is not designed for combat. It is not robust enough. I'll admit for a civilian piece of wear it is quite durable. But for the most part this seems something akin to normal cloth. As such, you'd only require a simple tailor to mend this. Hence the need for improvement and me."

Jaune smiled. He nodded to Rowena's husband as he followed her out.

"That was the plan. Anyway I'll get the truck."

Jaune walked towards the black truck, the F.O.H driver still headbanging to his music. Jaune looked to the other buildings and noticed that the other F.O.H members were beginning to catch on that their "illustrious" leader had his ass kicked. Jaune smiled as he approached the window. The driver rose an eyebrow as he noticed Jaune's predatory smile.

Jaune smashed his fist through the window and pulled the driver out. He climbed into the driver's seat and started the car. He sat there and let his arm out of the car waiting for Rowena. The two climbed into the vehicle with haste. Jaune looked down at the driver on the ground. As they locked eyes Jaune just smirked and floored it.

Call him childish, but it was funny taking the truck from a bunch of racist dicks. As he drove away, the camera boy uploaded his video to the Vale news network. This had….a rather unexpected consequence.

-An hour later-

Ozpin was sitting in his office, flashing through his desk computer for both information and blazing through some budget requirements for the school, a notification came up from his subscription to the Vale news network. Curious Ozpin opened the folder.

Breaking News: Unknown Individual Assaults Gang Hideout.

Ozpin narrowed his eyes. It was obvious this video was taken by a low-quality camera. But the armbands that were colored yellow with black smudge like letters were obviously attached to the Friends of Humanity organization. Ozpin narrowed his eyes as he watched the video. It was only a few minutes. Several of which was focused on individuals being beaten down and thrown out of the building, but Ozpin sighed as he realized who it was. While the face was blurry and the coloring was a little smudged Ozpin noticed who it was. The only reason Ozpin didn't reach out with his mind to…question Jaune, was due to the two people that climbed into the truck with Jaune. None of the people in this video could be recognized by the their faces, blurred due to the low quality scroll.

Ozpin sighed. It seemed no one was killed, yet they would be having a talk regarding what Beacon student behavior is. He already had to settle this with team RWBY. Ozpin sighed as he rubbed his eyes. Damnit he was too old for this. He closed the folder and prayed to every deity that was ever discovered that Glynda didn't discover this news feed…..

Who was he kidding.

-With Jaune, deep within central Vale, Junior's territory-

Jaune was sitting down on a rather dusty couch. When Jaune had arrived Rowena was happy to discover that the location she had acquired from Junior was still available. In fact the entire location was filled with all the equipment she needed for her work and a sizable stockpile of a variety of dust. Jaune smirked.

If there was one reason that Junior had never been reported, it was due to stuff like this. While he may walk the fringe between the law and unlawful, Junior kept his word. When a debt was paid, that was it. As such he was a central figure in Vale, having his fingers stuck in many pies gave him some serious benefits.

It was for this reason that Jaune had no worries about his face being shown on video. When he had attempted to kill Kelly years ago, he had been thrown in jail. But the evidence that Kelly used to do so was flighty at best. As such his "trail" never went to an actual court and thus was never publicized. Junior had used his connections to remove the evidence both digital and paper. It was that reason jaune could have left the facility at any time. There was no actual proof of any crime committed. So even if he got captured, there would be no file on the system for them to add a crime, thus inquiring an investigation that would more than likely set Jaune free. Well, that was before the Hydra leader was his warden.

Still. Kelly had no ammunition against Jaune to use, but even so Jaune wasn't exactly happy he had gathered attention. Now Kelly knew for sure that Jaune was back in town…and that the F.O.H was going to increase in number across the city scouring for him. He could just hear Ozpin now.

Jaune scoured the room, ensuring through the windows they weren't being watched. It was a standard set up really. A desk for accepting customer orders, some racks and hooks to show off merchandise, a register and a card machine. The door to the back room was sealed with dust enchantments, ensuring that any ordinary customer would be unable to steal anything. All the while there was a wating room with a nice L couch. However, the entire building was covered in actual dust, which told just how long this workshop had been waiting for its new owner.

Through the windows Jaune could tell that people were scouring in, just ordinary citizens wondering who had moved into the abandoned building. So far, so good.

Jaune always found it funny that the White fang and the F.O.H thought themselves the gang leaders of Vale. They were not even contenders for such a title. They were simply bringers of destruction for a cause that feeds on fear and distrust. As such they used the dark sides of civilization to accomplish their goals. Junior was the headmaster of the underworld. Nothing anyone did or said went unnoticed without Junior knowing. Recently junior had been spreading his influence to Vacuo. Not too successfully mind you but he started.

Jaune smiled as Rowena exited the back room. She entered with a tired but satisfied smile. Jaune got off the couch and walked towards Rowena. Now that she had properly gotten a shower and was able to relax, the forty something woman looked a lot less depressed. She wore a red shirt that matched her brown hair well with a pair of jeans. Over her clothing was a tannery apron, for protecting the user from stray dust embers during her process. It had a rather strange emblem resembling a cauldron, stating Rowena's shop.

Jaune could tell she was going for a witch theme for her store when her husband who's name he would never remember began to put some exotic pictures and what not up.

"All done" said Rowena "I've improved the stitching to be seamless without removing any length. I've added a dust infusion that should prevent such tearing in the future along with a minimal means of repair maintenance when confronted with small tears. Anything more you'd have to bring it to me."

Jaune sighed. Finally, he was done!

"Thank you" said Jaune "consider us even."

Rowena smiled in relief. Jaune turned to leave and suddenly remembered overhearing something about Yang's motorcycle. All things considered she may know of a location to store his bike. Wouldn't want to keep something that valuable at his ex's fathers place.

….jesus that sounded so awkward.

Jaune flipped open his scroll and noticed that there was an airship within fifteen minutes that would bring him home. While he detested the very existence of air machines, his training with the White Fang minimized his reaction to them. The most Jaune got was a small quesy feeling. But still, he didn't like them. However, the difference of time to get home made up for his discomfort. He needed his sleep.

…correction, he wanted to sleep on his bed that didn't feel like bricks and do nothing all day. But knowing his own rotten luck Jaune didn't think that was going to happen. But a man can dream, can't he?

-At Beacon Academy after a shit-tastic plane ride-

Jaune stumbled out of the air ship, his vomit sitting in his throat, as he made a beeline for the trash can. Ruby's cloak was in a reused plastic bag, which was situated haphazardly on his belt. His body shook as he emptied his stomach into the trash can. Thankfully no one was around to witness his rather…disgusting weakness. Jaune scowled as he rubbed his mouth free of bile. Healing factor or not, movement sickness was movement sickness. When he was a kid he never had this problem, but after his…stay with the White Fang, it became a rather relevant issue.

Jaune sighed as he walked towards the school off the air-strip. He took the bag off his belt and put it into his hands. As he walked through the campus grounds, he ignored quite a few people who said hello. Vulture's the whole lot of them. Not even a few words into their sentence and Pyrrha's name was dropped like it meant something. Cardin kept his distance, while Velvet gave an awkward wave when he crossed the cafeteria area. Jaune simply nodded in response and kept walking. Eventually he reached the northern dorms, only to hear Ruby's freak out.

"Where is it! Where is it!?"

Jaune rose an eyebrow at the sheer level of volume this child was reaching…it was then he realized that he forgot to ask.

"….crap."

Jaune sighed as he knocked on their door. He had a special way of dealing with this. Ruby opened the door with her hair a mess but a hesitant smile on her face.

"Hello! We're a little…oh its you Jaune."

Immediately Yang, Weiss, and Blake filled Jaune's peripheral vision. Without a word Jaune gave Ruby the bag.

"Here."

Than left.

Jaune entered his dorm room, ignoring whatever sounds came out of team RWBY's room. Instead he smiled as he opened his door and stared at his bed…his unholy comfortable bed. As he fell into its mattress Jaune let his mind wandered as he entered the realm between sleep and thought, his body resting his tired mind.

-With team RWBY-

"What did he even give you?" asked Yang.

"Probably something unnoteworthy" muttered Weiss.

Yang rolled her eyes. But she noticed how Blake seemed a little…too paranoid about the whole thing. She looked at the bag like it was a bomb or something?

Regardless Yang couldn't hold in her own scream as they finally found Ruby's cloak! Yang's scream of relief turned into anger as she charged for the door.

"Why the hell did he have it!"

"Apparently to fix it" stated Blake.

Yang stopped dead in her tracks and turned around. Sure enough the cloak was fixed…and impeccably well too. So well that Weiss was giving it a look over.

"I must say, you can't even see the seam or any sign of that it had torn…whoever he took this too must be incredibly skilled."

Weiss gave it an experimental tug, much to Ruby's paranoia, and dropped the cloak at the shimmer of yellow within the confines of its fabric. Ruby clutched her cloak to her chest, her heart hammering yet again.

"What was that!" asked Ruby "Is there something wrong!"

"Yes there's something wrong!" yelled Weiss "That dolt got it infused!"

"…..what?" asked Blake.

Weiss looked around.

"He got it infused, do you…oh I forgot who I was talking to…although I'm surprised you don't know of it Blake."

Blake shrugged.

"Life with the White Fang was not exactly a luxurious one Weiss."

Weiss rolled her eyes.

"All I meant was that you had more experience with actual huntsmen, so I thought you might have picked up on it."

Ruby threw her cloak on and smiled…but frowned.

"It's lighter."

Weiss smiled, always happy to prove the utility of dust.

"Why its been infused and treated with dust."

"You still haven't explained what that actually is, although I'm thinking I can probably piece it together anyway" muttered Yang.

Weiss sighed as she shook her head.

"Fine. Along with repairing your cloak Ruby, he had whoever repaired it infuse it with dust. To what end you'd have to ask Jaune. But usually a huntsman would do this with their clothes, essentially turning into a makeshift suit of armor, just without the weight. My own clothes are like this, as would any clothes you'd buy at a huntsmen store."

Yang whistled as Ruby dashed out the door. She was worried for a moment where her sister went but the hammering sound coming off team JNPR's room told her where Ruby was.

Bang Bang Bang Bang

Jaune let his mind wander, as his body was caressed by the confines of his bed. The sweet scent of citrus wafted into his nose, his head atop a blissful pillow. Jesus Christ why on earth would he possibly leave this fluffy heaven?

BANG BANG BANG BANG.

His thoughts were filled with hope, the image of his family burning brightly within. His worries, his anxieties, his trauma's, and his fears were all gone for a short time. He dug his head into his pillow, his mind drifting between the waves of peace and comfort.

BANG BANG "JAUNE" BANG BANG "JAUNE" BANG BANG "JAUNE" BANG BANG "JAUNE".

His body let the comfort and coolness of his bed fill his very being, so relaxed…so at peace….so

BANG BANG

OH FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!

Jaune tore through his beddings and got up. He got to the door and nearly ripped it off the hinges, he stared at Ruby, one eyebrow rose.

"….."

"….."

"…..hi" said Ruby.

Jaune narrowed his eyes at her as he went to shut the door.

"WAIT! I'm sorry to bother you, but I just wanted to know why you fixed my cloak."

Without meaning to, a brief memory of Jaune losing a stuff animal his mother made him blazed through his mind.

"…..No reason" said Jaune "At least now it won't rip the next time someone uses it against you.

"Speaking of that, what did you do?" asked Ruby.

Jaune sighed as he rubbed his face.

"I had it infused with earth dust. Just increased it's durability and whatnot. She also made it idiot proof."

Ruby smiled as he nodded.

"That's all I needed to know! Thanks again Jaune….you know…you didn't have to do this."

Jaune looked at Ruby, even his limited communication with people letting him know she was talking seriously.
"Didn't feel right" admitted Jaune "even if you've got a huge opening with that thing billowing out."

Ruby looked down as she had to admit to that too. Jaune used everything to his advantage, it was why he had won. It was a lesson Ruby learned she wouldn't forget.

"I'm sorry" said Ruby "for getting on your nerves during the whole combat class thing."

Jaune shrugged.

"It didn't annoy me. Just confused me why you were complaining in the first place. But that's in the past. Don't worry about it."

Ruby smiled as she finally locked eyes with the taller man.
"You know, you're not as bad as everyone says you are."

Jaune stared at Ruby as she entered her dorm room, even continuing to stare at the door in a stupefied expression.
"….what kind of reputation do I even have?" muttered Jaune.

Jaune turned to fall back into bed, but quickly realized that there was little point. His teammates would be back soon and Nora was…well she was nora and there was no way he was getting any sleep with her rambling about…instead a different idea took place. Jaune walked to team RWBY's door and without warning opened it, ignoring the irritated yelling Jaune looked at Yang.

"Say Yang, what do you know about storing vehicles at Beacon?"

Yang's grin told Jaune all he needed to know. A phone call later, and some money deducted from his rather lucrative account, and Jaune's bike was being transported to Beacon's student garage curtesy of Junior's moving company. At least this way there'd be no interference from the F.O.H. Jaune sat on the floor, his legs crossed as his hands lied on his lap, his eyes closed.

His meditation focused his mind, and made time quickly pass. Jaune's concentration was focused on his next move. It was obvious that he would need to talk to Ozpin about what happened. Better from Jaune's mouth than anyone elses. Second, was the need of a weapon. His mother told him that a relic of the Arcs was being sent to Jaune, for his use whenever he needs it. Yet, there was no guarantees that he would even enjoy using one. In fact, Jaune had been trained well, having learned the basic for many styles of weaponry. However, the basics that Jaune knew could barely hold a candle to the skill the Beacon students wielded. Not to mention his lack of control over his aura. No semblance and no clue as to how to force his aura into submission. Not that Jaune cared that much.

Third, was the idea that he needed to confront Blake…as much as Jaune hated to admit it, Ozpin was right. Simply leaving things as they were was asking for trouble. His reunion with his parents showed just how positive such confrontations could be…but Jaune knew that wasn't going to be the case with Blake. How would he act? Why would he act? These were the questions that plagued his meditation.

The door busted open as Ren came in carrying a few boxes worth of materials. At first Jaune thought he was carrying things for Nora. The sexual tension between those two was funny as hell and that was a usual play. Instead to Jaune's annoyance Nora came in with larger boxes of dust and tools. Damnit he was off. Nora was laughing away as Pyrrha walked through the door. Pyrrha smiled as she saw Jaune.

"Hello."

Jaune stared at the group and looked down at all the materials.

"What the hell is all that?" asked Jaune.

"That" said Ren "is all the material you'll need to catch up on."

Jaune rose an eyebrow and noticed that it was filled with raw dusts of numerous types, while also carrying a book or three.

"We got all this today from Ozpin. He also said to meet with him in a few minutes."

Jaune grumbled. Seems he wasn't going to get away with anything, not that he was trying to. But he decided to check all the material. Advance Dust Mechanics, Grimm Behaviour, Advance Tactics and Munitions Training Manual, History of the World of Remnant, and numerous other thick books that Jaune was actually interested in. History and shit that taught you how to blow stuff up? Count him in.

Jaune turned to Pyrrha.

"We still up for that formal training?" asked Jaune.

Pyrrha smiled and nodded. Jaune turned to Ren and Nora.

"I'm going to need all your guys help tomorrow. Apparently, I'm going through weapons training."

Nora grinned.

"Sounds like fun!"

Ren sighed.

"Don't mind her, She just wants you to go with a hammer."

Jaune rolled his eyes with a smile. He had to admit these three were growing on him. But even so Jaune just put his hands in his pockets and went to confront Ozpin.

-Ozpin's office, twelve minutes later-

Jaune was bred for conflict, reveled in it from time to time. He was always prepared for any sort of problem that could be solved with a little bloodshed…

He was not trained or bred for….whatever the hell this was.

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND!"

It appears that even the great wolverine was weak to the will and strength of a woman.

"Honestly I asked you a question!" demanded Glynda.

Jaune stood there and stared at her eyes raised. He looked at Ozpin who simply remained seated and out of Glynda's wrath. He gave Jaune a small smile and than proceeded to drink his coffee. Douche.

"They're not dead" stated Jaune.

Glynda opened her mouth but than closed it again.

"Alright" said Glynda tersely "You have a point. Now tell me….WHY WERE YOU EVEN THERE!?"

Jaune had to concede to that point.

"I was enlisting the services of my acquaintance Rowena to repair Ruby's cloak."

The truth never hurt anyone…and Jaune was horrified of what Glynda may do if she used Ozpin to sense the lie….oh sweet jesus.

Jaune turned to Ozpin and quickly realized the poor man was being used as a living lie detector. Sensing Jaune's thoughts Ozpin just shrugged and nodded. Seems Glynda was in the know of his abilities…and was still in a relationship with the man? That took some serious trust.

"Rowena…you mean Rowena Burgundy?"

Jaune nodded.

"….how do you even know her?" asked Glynda.

"…"

"…"

"….spit it out" gritted Glynda.

"…." Jaune looked to Ozpin. Ozpin smiled and nodded. He knew what Jaune did so Jaune didn't have to worry necessarily at being kicked out due to this answer.

"I worked for Junior."

THe room went silent as Glynda seemed to calm down….wait what?

"Now that makes sense" said Glynda "Junior was always the dirty sort, but honorable in his own way."

"….you know him?"

Glynda smirked.

"I wasn't always the second in command of Beacon Academy."

"…Daaaaamn" muttered Jaune.

"So I take it you knew Rowena through Junior…judging by what happened you sought her expertise and tore her out of whatever gang she had gotten into trouble with."

"Its hard to tell who the mind reader is" muttered Jaune.

Glynda remained serious but continued onwards with her discussion.

"Alright" said Glynda "I can see now that you were not looking for this trouble. But still Jaune considering your history with the slums of Vale and its inhabitants, its best you let us know when you make your way there."

Jaune scowled but Glynda's overpowering presence silenced his retort. While Jaune could theoretically kill her with a single stab wound…she could literally dust his ass with whatever combination she preferred. Jaune wasn't a big fan of pain, so he'd like to avoid that as much as possible.

Jaune looked to the ground. This was different. The entire scenario was different. He wasn't on his own anymore. It wasn't him against the world…and as such it meant that he would have to take a side. He chose Ozpin's side and now Jaune had to adhere to the rules that came with that choice.

Key of which. No killing.

Jaune wasn't a big fan of that hurdle. While he wasn't a fan of killing per say, he was of the belief that the only good enemy, was a dead one. Still though, most of whom he would be fighting were the Grimm. And he could kill those all damn day if he wanted to. Jaune had never actually fought a Grimm before, it would be interesting to see how he stacked up.

"So" asked Opzin "Have you considered what weapon you will be using in a…housed environment?"

Jaune shrugged.

"Not really. Was going to test all of them tomorrow with my team, see their opinions."

Ozpin smiled. He was happy that Jaune was bridging the gap between his teammates…but he was also hyper aware of the fact that Blake was one of the few possible individuals that may end up having an…adverse effect on Jaune's progress.

Something to bring up next time.

"Are we still set for tomorrow afternoon?" asked Jaune.

"Yes. Only a few more sessions to go and you'll have met the minimum requirement for the program."

Jaune sighed in relief.

"Perfect. Let me know if you guys need anything."

As Jaune left Glynda couldn't help but notice that he seemed bored. Glynda waited until he left before turning to Ozpin.

"Are we certain that housing Jaune is a smart idea? I'm not against the boy, and he's far from the first student we've had that is connected to criminal activity…but can we be sure he is trustworthy?"

Ozpin nodded.

"He is. I've only prolonged asking him to join our struggle because he is, contrary to his own perceptions, a child. I'll wait a while, let him get his bearings before requesting his assistance regarding this…what is she calling herself again?"

"Cinder Fall."

Ozpin grimaced at that name. The Fall family had once been a powerful line of nobility back when such a concept was still used. If it was true that she was descended from such a family…it may mean old money is involved.

Some calls may have to be made. But before than Ozpin needed to ensure Jaune's safety.

"Before we can let Jaune help us we need to ensure two things. The first is the connection between this Cinder Fall and the White Fang. Jaune is the only person we know of that actually has first hand knowledge of the White Fang's operation."

Glynda nodded.

"I assume Blake will also be contacted?"

Ozpin sighed.

"Her information, while accurate, has proven to be…idealistic. She has no knowledge of the actual infrastructure of the organization as a whole, only her segment that was run by Adam. She's never met the new leader of the White Fang, nor was she aware of their intents towards humanity until that moment in the train heist…at least as she says it. No her information is too unreliable to be used, at least on an organizational level. Perhaps it may be more useful towards individual members."

"The second reason?"

Ozpin sighed.

"Ironwood"

"…. I see."

"…. connect me to him…we're going to having a long chat regarding Jaune. If we leave Ironwood on his own I have little doubt he'd try to strip Jaune of his adamantium, regardless of the consequences."

"Why you continue to work with that man eludes me" mumbled Glynda.

"I prefer the Devil I know than the Devil I don't. And while Ironwood goes too far in my opinion, his priority has always been the safety of civilians and I cannot argue with his results."

Ozpin sighed as Glynda tapped away on her tablet. There was so much to do and so little time.

As the communicator opened on Ozpin's desk the face of General James "Fury" Ironwood came into being. His jet black hair, lined with white along the sides, was set upon a face with features of stone. Ironwood's single eye bored into Ozpins, James's other eye covered by an eyepatch. His uniform, a dark blue with a symbol of an eagle on his chest created an interesting contrast.

"Octavius."

"Ironwood."

James smiled.

"You are still the only one who calls me that."

"What can I say" said Ozpin "I find nicknames redundant, Fury."

Ironwood immediately schooled his features.

"Why have you called Ozpin?"

Ozpin sighed.

"I'd rather you hear this from me….i found somebody. Someone you should know about."

"And I swear to any and all deities that if you make me regret this I will destroy you Ironwood" thought Ozpin.

END

Next time on Ultimate Weapon:

Jaune awakens to test numerous weapons. Which will he take with him to the ring? Which will he take to veer people's perceptions of the which weapon is deadlier, the one clasped in his hands…or the ones within? Jaune's newfound stability shakes as he must confront both a portion of his past within Blake and a newfound problem within in General James Fury Ironwood. Whichever is worse is unknown to Jaune, cause either way, it sucked.

On the bright side at least he's got family and a slew of new friends…but will that be enough to cement Jaune to the ideals of one Ozpin Xavier? Or will his wild side win out and hit the road?

Pairing List:

Jaune x Pyrrha

Ren x Nora

Jaune's Armory (List of weapons, armor, and unique skills):

Adamantium: Indestructible metal that is laced across Jaune's skeleton. While it limits his overall flexibility and mobility, Jaune's durability and strength has increased even further than his mutation first brought it. His claws now coated in this metal allows him to bypass the aura of huntsmen, allowing stealthy assassinations to be possible along with making him incredibly dangerous in combat.