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Wayle was unsure exactly how long he and Amara had had their 'discussion' when Ozpin cleared his throat to get their attention back to the matter at hand. All he knew was that it had been slightly embarrassing for him. When they had finally returned their attention to Ozpin, the man spoke up once again.

"So… What are your intentions?" Wayle had to admire the man's ability to remain seemingly unfazed during conversations.

"Intentions?" Wayle replied, more for the sake of making sure than because he didn't quite hear or was confused.

"Why did you come here? What do you intend in the future?" Ozpin's eyes seemed to be probing into his very being, boring into his mind. Seeking the answer without needing to hear it, seeking falsehood or signs of him becoming violent. Wayle sighed.

"Amara? You may begin if you please." Even if Wayle's tone was polite, even if his words were polite, Amara should know full well that he was not offering her a choice in the matter.

The unease that came into her eyes told him she still remembered that they were Sith, after all, Sith do not ask, they give permission (read orders).

"I… Hmm." She started thinking. "Really, I only want to get back… And for now, Wayle would be my best shot. So for now I'll play nice." She gave a wicked smile.

The response was quite mixed, although most of them were pensive.

"And why would that be? Could you just not get a message out to your order to get them to come pick you up?" Miss Goodwitch seemed unconvinced to say the least, not to mention the fact that her eyes revealed that she thought this was a hole in their story.

"No." Wayle immediately shot her down. "We are, for one reason or another, too far away. Did we not say so?" He gave her a disappointed glance.

"That… may have been slightly unclear…" She looked a bit troubled at this.

"That is most unfortunate. I apologize for failing to properly relay that piece of information." He gave a slight bow.

"Well, then what is your intention Wayle?" Blake questioned him with a sliver of apprehension in her voice.

"Hmm… My intentions, eh?" He started pondering the question. "I suppose that for now I am only trying to fit in… Although I must say that I have little intention of returning myself… Although looking into it if only to get Amara out of the way does sound tempting…" He made a point to appear thoughtful.

"I would prefer if you didn't threaten my life like that…" The person in question looked slightly unhappy.

"Do you really think he might kill you?" Ruby's innocent voice rang out in the room.

"Not risking it." Amara shook her head.

"I see, anything you might want to add?" General Ironwood asked them to continue.

"Hmm… You know… while I said I'll play nice for now… In the coming conflict I'll choose the most promising side." Amara gave that wicked smile again.

At those words, team RWBY and JNPR just looked confused while the rest tensed up to varying degrees, inadvertently showing that they know that something's up. Maybe they even know more, Amara would not even consider jumping sides if she didn't think both sides had a chance to win. And she rarely made empty threats.

"I see. As opportunistic as always Amara. I for one will either sit it out or side with Beacon." He gave a wry smile.

Eyebrows were raised at this comment, and the General seemed slightly taken aback.

"So not Vale or Humanity, but Beacon? Why?" Ironwood inquired as to his choice of words.

"Simple really, I have no real affiliations in Remnant. Therefore I will choose the one thing that I consider a reasonable group. So I choose the one that takes in people from all the kingdoms, as well as both Humans and Faunus. Does that satisfy you General?" A slight bow. He really needed to stop doing that, it was straining his back.

"That weapon that Amara wields, is it a weapon of your world? Or a weapon of your order?" Latune suddenly spoke up, surprising some of the others.

"I suppose." Wayle responded. "The Lightsaber is considered the traditional weapon of both the Jedi and Sith orders, that is to say both major Force user orders. Although if my memory serves it was actually the Sith who invented it… Or was it the Dark Jedi? More or less the same thing admittedly but still…" His voice trailed off as he fell into thought.

"I see… And how does it work?" Ironwood's question snapped him out of his pondering.

"Hmm… Ah, yes. The Lightsaber functions by generating a sort of concentrated blade of energy held in check by a force field I think… Something along those lines anyway. It has supreme cutting power and any wounds caused are immediately cauterised. They are also very light, no pun intended."

Wayle had some knowledge of the inner workings of a Lightsaber, but he might need to actually sit down and look at one to remember all the details.

"Oooooooooo." Ruby's eyes were glittering. "Do you also have one Wayle?" Her eyes filled with expectation as she turned them towards him.

He chuckled as he retrieved the Lightsaber from inside his vest. All eyes were on him now. Flipping the switch, the dark crimson blade flared to life.

Everyone looked at the blade.

"Is it just me or is it a darker hue of red?" Weiss gave a question. "How does that even work?" The last part was softer, most likely just her thinking out loud.

"Oh yeah. Your Lightsaber has…" Amara's voice trailed off.

He chuckled slightly. "Yes, it is slightly darker. It has to do with the crystal that serves as the focus. Mine is a little special you see…"

"Would it be correct to assume that there are several different colours?" Pyrrha asked curiously.

"Yes. Red is almost exclusively used by the Sith, with it also being the most common amongst them, although I have heard about others. Other than that, there are crystals and foci of almost all colours, but some are more unusual than others." Wayle gave an explanation.

"For now I feel that it might be enough, it is getting late and it is well about time you students went to sleep." Ozpin spoke up, calling for the end of this questioning, at least for now. "While I feel somewhat conflicted, I also feel that you have given only the truth, although not necessarily all of it. So for now I will not take any action against Wayle."

"I see. As for my part, I see no reason to alienate someone like Amara. So I'll let her stay as well." General Ironwood did surprise Wayle a little, he didn't strike him as the lenient type, although pragmatism might simply have won out in this case.

That was at least one less problem to worry about…

-Break—

They were leaving the room. It seems that these people intended to let it go for now… Reasonable if one considers that they are facing a possible war, and in those times pragmatism wins over caution.

"Amara, I want to talk to you a little. Is that alright?" General Ironwood spoke up to her, motioning her to come aside.

"I see no problem General." Amara followed him as they went to a more secluded area.

"I want to know something. Does Wayle have experience leading troops?" A slightly unexpected question.

She frowned slightly. "Why would you ask that?"

"He just struck me as the more strategic type, and I feel that he has some experience in war. You too, but more as someone sent to cause chaos and kill as many as possible." The General calmly explained his reasoning.

"How long have you held this opinion?" Amara was surprised, the General might be a better judge of character than he seems.

"About you? Since we first met. Him? Since just now, he is better at hiding his true nature."

"Yes, I believe he has lead troops. We failed to mention that the Sith have formed an Empire with the Sith order at its core, opposed by the Republic that is supported by the Jedi. The two were at war when we were sent here."

"I see. And what is the largest scale of troops he has successfully led to victory?" A curious question left the General's lips.

"Hmm… I believe that the largest scale he has personally led to victory would be…" She hesitated, trying to remember the answer. "Oh, yes. He once led an entire invasion to victory after all higher ranked members of the force perished in the opening stages. But mostly he has been more of a supporting agent, sent in ahead to infiltrate and cause openings in the defences. Or just to kill someone, or retrieve something."

"So he's done Black Ops work… Should have known, he most certainly seems capable enough." The General seemed to be thinking about something. "What do you think of the probability that he will betray us?" He turned back towards her.

"Him?" She laughed. "He's the single most unlikely candidate I think, he seems to have taken a liking to this Academy and to team RWBY." She chuckled some more. "Besides, he likes a challenge, he is just as likely to stay on the losing side as to join the winning one, as long as he thinks he can get out alive or turn the tables."

"I see… Thank you for your time Amara. You may continue playing exchange student here, I will contact Lt. Subbota if anything happens."

"Of course General." She bowed, putting her right fist over her heart. What the General didn't see was her smile…

-Break—

After some back and forth, mainly between Weiss and Ruby and Yang, Wayle had finally been let back into their room. Weiss had still been a bit angry at him, while Ruby innocently thought that since he hadn't done anything to them it would be fine and Yang simply thought that he had shown only good intentions so far.

Blake had kept out of the bickering, probably because she was torn between being angry and the fact that she felt that she had no right to be. It pained him a bit to be honest.

But he had been unable to sleep. His mind was in chaos, thoughts flying about, keeping him from sleeping. And so he had come back to the roof, once again gazing at the stars.

It reminded him of a time long past, before the Sith, before the Jedi. It had been peaceful times back then. He remembered precious little of those days, only titbits like having gazed up at starry skies like this one, or the days spent with a now forgotten mother in their bakery.

But back then there had been three moons, not one, and none of them were broken like this one. How was that even possible? As he pondered this, a familiar presence came up. This time he did not call out to her, did not turn towards her. He simply waited for her to speak up first, even if he knew she might leave if he did not acknowledge her as he had done before.

"Wayle?" Her voice reached his ears. It contained many emotions, sadness, worry, uncertainty… It tugged at something deep in his being. It brought a sense of ease, a feeling that should have been long gone from his stained heart.

"Hello Blake…" He kept looking up at the skies.

He heard her approach, sitting down beside him.

"Wayle…" She hesitated. "Is that what you meant when you said your sins were greater? That you had served a dark power, that you used a dark power. That you had used your power to force others to do your bidding…?" The last part was but a whisper.

Yet in this silence he heard it perfectly.

"So you did hear… I suppose that is part of it, yes. I have committed heinous deeds, all because I was told to. All because I feared that man…" Sadness crept into his voice.

"That man?"

"Darth Melaion, my Master." Wayle hated that man, but he had always been afraid to face him. He knew that to do so and prevail he needed to embrace the Dark Side even more than before, and he had been afraid to lose himself doing so.

He felt a weight on his shoulder, a warm presence against that side.

"I see… I was basically born into the White Fang, I had been a part of it for as long as I can remember. Every rally, every protest… Then it turned violent. But even then I stayed, even as I disagreed with their methods, their violence…"

"You just could not leave them after so long." He could partially understand, after all, he had been unable to rebel against the Sith after having stayed with them for several years.

"Yes…" She huddled up closer. Her warmth soothed him. Her smell intoxicated him.

He chuckled softly. How long had it been since he had last done so? A peculiar pain filled his being.

"I suppose we share a few similarities. You were part of an ideal group that turned violent. I was first brought to the Jedi from my home, separated from my family, my only comfort the fact that I would still be able to meet them. Then I was taken by the Sith for my potential and power…"

"So you became unable to meet your family again… I wonder what is sadder…?" Her voice trailed off.

Wayle embraced her. "There is no point in comparing what is sadder. That path only leads to more unhappiness. I have met good people here. Ruby, Yang, Weiss… Jaune, Pyrrha, Ren, Nora… and you, Blake."

She jumped slightly at his embrace, then settled in at his words. And so they spent what felt like an eternity, his arms wrapped around her as she rested her head on his shoulder, gazing at the night sky.

Author's notes: I apologize that this chapter is shorter than the previous few. How was it? I also apologize for resuming right were I left off, but I felt that I needed to. I hope the character development is to your liking, and that I didn't make anyone too OOC. Do review and leave your opinion, or just say something about the chapter, I suppose that's fine as well, even if it isn't called 'comments'... I hope you enjoy and that you have a nice day!