Hey guys, I'm back!

Sorry this took so long, but I needed to put all my energy into getting RWBY Watches done for the time being. Now that it is, I can put more focus on this.

This chapter will answer a question that many of you have been very, VERY vocal about, and we see more changes to Jaune thanks to the awakening of his inner Primarch. A little expo heavy perhaps, but I like how it turned out.

Wolves of Remnant

Chapter 6

Location: Fenris, The Fang

It had been six solar days since the meeting with the Wolf Lords. Their course was set. Logan Grimnar would lead his four hand-picked companies to the western fringe of Imperial Space and warp jump into the unknown. He could pass it off as Space Wolf Chapter business if some Administratum drone or Inquisition dog came and asked, and possibly as an exploration in force if questioned by the Lord Commander himself, but hopefully it would never come to that. First, however, he had something far more important to do.

He stepped off the elevator into one of the most holy places within the Fang, The Halls of the Revered Fallen, where the Chapter's Dreadnoughts slept until needed most urgently. A few had been roused for the expedition as a precaution, but there was one who was needed most of all, and the Wolf Lords believed only Grimnar should be the one to speak to him. He walked to the center of the Hall, where a lone sarcophagus stood in a place of honor.

Machines whirred to life as Grimnar approached. "Great Wolf." A mechanical voice said from within the sarcophagus.

"Old Wolf." Grimnar returned. This was Bjorn the Fell-Handed, the oldest living member of the Adeptus Astartes. He who walked with Russ himself in the days of the Great Crusade. The First Great Wolf.

"How many times must I tell you not to call me that?" the venerable Ancient asked, his synthetic voice somehow managing to sound annoyed. "That title is yours now."

"It's a mark of respect." Logan replied, a ghost of a smile gracing his face, "Besides, it was your title in the first place." His face turned serious once more. "I take it you know why I have come?"

"Yes. I have had the dream. Do you intend to find him? Our father?"

"I do."

"Then send for the Iron Priests. I am going with you."

"Heh. Answered my question before I even asked it."

"To be fair, it was rather obvious. No one knows the Lord Primarch like I do."

"Except the Lord Guilliman."

"Details."

XX

"Should we be worried about him?" Blake asked. "He's been like that since we got here."

"Cut the guy some slack, he's had a rough day." Ruby replied.

"From what you guys say, it sounds more like he's had a rough life." Yang said teasingly.

"Oh! I know what to do!" Nora said. There was a brief pause, "Hey, Joan, when did you get here?"

"Joan?!" Jaune yelled, looking up from the table he had been lying his head on for over half an hour. But there was no Joan to be seen, only Nora standing next to him with a shit-eating grin.

"Boop." She poked his nose, "Gotcha."

"God dammit." Jaune sighed. "You guys suck, you know that?"

"Love ya too, Jauney." Nora giggled.

"Jaune, are you okay?" Pyrrha asked, putting her hand on his shoulder.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Jaune replied. It was a half-truth, in fairness. It had been almost a month since Ruby and Weiss' little leadership spat, and things had been middling at best. The meditations tricks that Pyrrha had shown him did wonders to help him gain a handle on his Semblance, to the point where it no longer affected him unless he wished it. But now he had a new problem: combat.

He was not weak by any measure; nobody could deny that. Whenever he was called up in Grimm Studies to fight against a Grimm Professor Port had somehow brought in, he was up there with the rest of his team in terms of results. Sure, he would admit that he could be a bit savage, sacrificing technique or style in favor of victory, but that was something that he could work on over time. He had four years to do so, after all. But Combat class was different. From what his team said, he had a bad tendency to either hold back too much or just lose control and lose the match by knock out or ring out.

He played it off like he didn't remember, but he remembered every second of it. He was conscious of his actions, but his attention wasn't on the fight; it was within.

Lately, he had noticed there was something within him, something primal. Like a great beast that lent him strength and power during a fight. It's what drove him during a fight, let him have the good/bad combat record he had. He found it useful against Grimm. They were just monsters, after all, soulless and mindless, and exactly what he had signed up to fight. But against people? No. He couldn't let it out against people. With that kind of strength, he feared what he could do against another living thing, even ones with Aura. He tried to hold it back, keep it under control, but sometimes he just couldn't, and it broke loose.

He saw the looks his friends were giving. "Let me guess. I don't look it, right?"

"Well, yeah, kinda." Ruby admitted.

Jaune smiled, grateful for her honesty. "Don't worry about. I just haven't been sleeping well."

"Is it the dreams?" Pyrrha asked.

And then there were his dreams. They were so vivid, so real, almost like memories. But he knew he had never seen a wolf that big before, even at the zoo, and he was damn sure he would never let them that close. Ren had suggested keeping a record of them, to see if there was any kind of pattern to them and from that, figure out what they could mean. The next day, he had filled a composition book a quarter of the way through with entries.

"Yeah."

"What was it about this time?" Nora asked, genuinely interested.

"There was a fight." Jaune said, trying to think back, "I was one of the fighters, and the other guy, it felt like I knew him. Like we were close, siblings I think. He had done something, because I felt just this burning anger towards him. We fought for what seemed like days. And then, I started laughing. We had been acting like children, all because he got to something before me. And for no reason the other guy knocks me out from behind."

"Sounds like a dickhead." Yang commented.

"At least it hasn't affected your schoolwork." Weiss said, coming about as close to a compliment as Jaune thought her capable of.

That was probably the most surprising thing of all; his academic abilities had skyrocketed.

He had always been an above-average academic back in K-12, the scattered A's on his report cards every now and then, never lower than a C, but B's for the most part. Joan had always been the smart one, so long as they were together in class. But ever since he came to Beacon, he was doing better than he ever had before. Sure, there was plenty to catch up on in Grimm Studies and Dust Chemistry, and all the other classes that were covered in a combat school, but he was catching up faster than he thought possible.

He tried to come up with a comeback, but for a shout of pain coming from across the cafeteria.

"Ow! That hurts!" He turned and saw Cardin pulling on the ears of a brown-haired rabbit Faunus girl, his partner laughing his ass off, while one of his teammates- Dove if he remembered right- shook his head at the foolishness, while the fourth was completely neutral about it. "Please stop." She begged only for Cardin to pull even harder.

Pyrrha was about speak her mind when she heard a loud slam next to her. She turned to see Jaune rise from his seat and storm over to Cardin. He grabbed the boy by the wrist holding the girl's rabbit ear and dug his thumb into the pressure point just below the joint.

"Gah! What the hell-?"

"Let. Her. Go." Jaune growled.

"Back off Arc. This don't concern you." Russel Thrush, Cardin's partner said.

"I'm making it my concern." Jaune glared at Russel before turning back to Cardin, "Now, let her go."

Cardin released the girl's ear and Jaune shoved his arm back at him.

"You just made a big mistake, Arc." Cardin said, his eyes narrowed.

"Yeah, whatever." Jaune said flippantly, "Big Cardin Winchester, picking on girls and beating up the weakest kid in class. Real Huntsman material right there."

"You little- "Cardin said as he moved to attack Jaune.

"Ah, I wouldn't if I were you." Jaune said nodding to his right, where his team and Team RWBY looked ready to intervene, and then behind Cardin, where three other students were doing the same.

"Tch. Fine, but the next time there may not be anyone to save you, Arc." Cardin waved for his team to follow him out as he brushed past Jaune, shoulder-checking him as he did.

Jaune sighed, glad he was able to keep the beast down, and turned to the girl. "You okay?"

The girl nodded shyly. "You shouldn't have stepped in." she said.

"And let his racism slide? Not fucking likely."

"So, you only did it cuz she's a Faunus?" a voice said behind him. Jaune turned and saw a fair-skinned girl with short brown hair and a heavily modified, but still regulation, uniform. A few feet away stood a pair of boys, one massive with tanned skin and short hair, the other lean with dark skin and orange hair.

"I did it cuz it was the right thing to do." Jaune said evenly, looking into the girl's eyes. Or rather, her glasses. She pushed down her glasses and gave him an appraising look.

"Huh. Good answer." She said, holding out her hand. "Coco Adel, leader of Team CFVY."

He took her hand with a smile. "Jaune Arc, leader of Team JNPR."

"This cutie right here is Velvet Scarlatina, my girlfriend."

"Nice to meet you." Velvet mumbled.

"Listen." Coco said, pulling Jaune aside, allowing her teammates to come in and check on Velvet, "I know Velvet won't say it, so I will: thank you for stepping in when you did. Not many would have."

"Not a problem. Like I said, it was the right thing to do. Race, gender, sexual orientation, it makes no difference."

Coco smiled at him indulgently. "You're an odd duck, Arc."

Jaune shrugged. "Chalk it up to having seven sisters, including a fraternal twin. Tends to change a guy's standard outlook."

"Well, whatever the reason, I owe you. Gimme your scroll." He unlocked it and handed it to her. "Here's my number. If you need anything, you let me know." She gave the scroll back to him and gave him a two-finger salute. "See ya around, kid."

"Aye." Jaune said, returning the salute and heading back to his table. He sat down and looked up, seeing the looks of astonishment on his friends faces. "What? I don't like bullies."

XX

A few hours later, Jaune sat in the front row of Dr. Oobleck's history class, the professor believing in planned seating rather than allowing teams to sit together like in their other classes. Today, the doctor was covering the Faunus Rights Revolution, more commonly known as the Faunus Wars. He was only half-paying attention though, his attention focused on the textbook in front of him. He was trying to get some extra reading in during class, making sure to focus on the relevant topic.

"While this might seem like ancient history to many of you," The Doctor lectured, "It is imperative to remember that these are relatively recent events." He took another sip of coffee before zipping across the room again. "Why the repercussions of the uprising can still be seen to this day. Now, have any among you been subjugated or discriminated against because of your Faunus heritage?" Jaune saw a few hands went up, including Velvet's, and he felt the beast within growl angrily. "Dreadful! Simply dreadful! Remember students, it is precisely this kind of ignorance that breeds violence. The White Fang are a perfect example. Now! Which of you young scholars can tell me what many theorists believe to be the turning point in the third year of the war? Yes, Ms. Schnee?"

"The Battle at Fort Castle." Weiss answered primly.

"Precisely!" Oobleck responded. "And, who can tell me the advantage the Faunus had over General Legune's forces?" No response came. "Mr. Arc! How about you?" Oobleck said as he zoomed over to stand in front of Jaune. "You seem to be more interested in the text, perhaps you have already found the answer?"

Fuck. He had just gotten to the part about Fort Castle, but it didn't say anything yet about the outcome.

"Uh," he said, trying to stall so he could figure it out himself. He tried to look at the text.

"Eyes on me Mr. Arc." Oobleck scolded him. "What is the answer?" In his peripheral vision he could see Pyrrha gesturing to her eyes and making circles around them.

"I believe, the answer is," he had to bite the bullet, "That I don't know, Doctor."

The response was rewarded with chuckles from the students, and loud guffaws from Cardin.

"Well, at least you're honest about it." Oobleck sighed. "Cardin, perhaps you would like to share your thoughts on the subject?"

Cardin scoffed at the question, leaning back in his chair, his legs resting on the desk. "Well, I know it's a lot easier to train an animal than a soldier."

"You're not the most open-minded of individuals, are you, Cardin?" Pyrrha said.

"Hey, you got a problem?" Cardin said hostilely.

"No, I have the answer. It's night vision." Pyrrha said. "Many Faunus are known to have nearly-perfect sight in the dark."

"General Legune was inexperienced and made the mistake of trying ambush the Faunus in their sleep." Blake continued. "His massive army was outmatched and the General was captured." Oobleck nodded in approval, but Blake couldn't help but rub salt in Cardin's wounded ego. "Perhaps if he'd paid attention in class, he wouldn't have been remembered as such a failure."

Cardin rose to start a fight, but for Oobleck stopping him. "Mr. Winchester, please take your seat." As Cardin sat back down, a grin grew across Jaune's face. "You and Mr. Arc can both see me after class for additional readings."

As the class filed out of the lecture hall, Jaune and Cardin remained in their seats.

"Gentlemen, you have both been struggling in my class since day one." He turned to Cardin. "Mr. Winchester, I can't tell if you simply lack interest in the subject, or if you're just too stubborn and set in your ways, but either way, that ends now. You signed up to become a Huntsman, and you cannot make a difference in the world if you do not understand its past. I want a three-page essay on Gibbons, pages 51-91, on my desk by next class. Additionally," Oobleck's face darkened and he slowly approached Cardin's desk. "I should like to remind you that racism and other such derogatory comments are not allowed in this class. Should it happen again, I will see to it that you are suspended from classes for as long as the headmaster sees fit and continued failure to comply will result in expulsion. You are dismissed."

Cardin maintained defiant eye contact with the teacher as gathered his things and left. Having heard the whole exchange, Jaune could only imagine what was in store for him as the doctor stood before him.

"And now for you, Mr. Arc. Do you mind if I call you Jaune?"

"Uh, no, sir." Jaune said hesitantly.

Oobleck poured himself another cup of liquid energy and pulled a chair up so he could sit in front of Jaune. "Jaune, is there a reason you were reading the textbook rather than listening to my lecture? I assure you the material presented is practically identical."

"Well, my school didn't exactly cover the Faunus Revolution in this kind of detail." Jaune said, keeping as close to the truth as possible without blowing his cover. "I was hoping that the textbook would be able to fill in the gaps."

"Yes, it is unfortunate that public schools do not have more focused curriculum." Oobleck mused. Jaune, however, was freaking out. He said public school. Not combat school, public. How did he know? Had the faculty always known? If they did, why was even allowed through to initiation, much less access to the school? He clearly wasn't able to hide his emotions, for the teacher chuckled.

"Yes, Mr. Arc, I am aware as to the state of your transcripts." Oobleck said. "Rest assured, you will not be ejected from this institution any time soon."

"But- but- " Jaune fumbled to find the right words.

"I will admit, many of the faculty members assumed you would perish during initiation, myself included, if I am being fully honest. However you may have started initiation, you nonetheless managed to pick yourself up and prevail. That fact alone proves you have Huntsman potential. Your frankly excellent display of strategy and leadership against the Deathstalker merely sweetened the pot."

"So, I'm staying at Beacon? Team JNPR won't be effected?" Jaune asked.

"Yes to both, Mr. Arc, but only so long as your improvement continues and is maintained." Oobleck said, folding his hands in front of him. "Which brings me back to my point. Is there anything you haven't been understanding in this class?"

"Well," Jaune said, thinking back to something that had been nagging at him, "In regards to the Faunus Revolution, are there any other books you could recommend? Specifically, ones that are written from the perspective of the Faunus?"

Oobleck sat back, surprised by the question, before his face quirked into a grin.

XX

Pyrrha had waited for Jaune outside the classroom for a solid twenty minutes before she gave up. There was only so much time left in the lunch hour, and she needed to eat something before Dust Chemistry. Thankfully, Jaune joined them at the fifty minute mark, a bundle of beef jerky in hand.

"Sorry about that, guys. Kinda lost track of time back there." he said, sitting down next to his partner.

"What was that all about?" Nora asked.

"Nothing really. Oobleck just wanted to see if I was having trouble understanding the Faunus Revolution, and recommended some optional extra reading." He tore open a pack of jerky and took a large mouthful of the meat stick. "On the other hand, Cardin got his ass chewed out something fierce, so that was fun."

He had barely finished his snack when the warning bell rang and the students began to file out of the cafeteria. As his team stood up, he stopped them.

"Hey, guys, I have something I need to tell you. Can you meet me in the dorm after our last class?"

There! Are you happy!? Bjorn is going with the Wolves to Remnant.

If I'm being completely honest, when I started this, I had completely forgotten about Bjorn, and shame the fuck on me.

Also, Crosshares is a thing in this story. I don't care what After the Fall says, Coco and Velvet are together in everything I write and will remain so, so there.

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