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Teams RWBY and JNPR were sat in the latter's room, contemplating the last day's events.

"So… you're saying Latune has a Lightsaber?" Ruby questioned Weiss, who had just fully retold her part of the events.

"Yes. She doesn't seem nearly as powerful though, having seen what Wayle can do, I suspect he would have been able to hold there without much trouble." The white haired girl responded.

"I have to agree, and if my memory serves, then he might just be an exceptional example of the Force Users, at least that is what Amara seemed to want to imply." Ren added his own piece.

"But Amara was an unreliable source… although Wayle never did deny her claims…" Pyrrha mused.

"I would rather think that he is exceptional than that where he came from there are many who are equally or more powerful than he is. I don't think I can handle that thought." Yang said in a somewhat uncharacteristically meek tone.

"Yeah, besides, what are the chances of any of them showing up?" Nora said cheerfully.

"Please don't even say that… You might jinx it." Jaune quickly said in response, shuddering slightly.

"Actually, what is Wayle doing right now?" Yang questioningly turned towards her partner.

"I don't know for sure… But considering he didn't leave any traces I suspect it is really private." The raven haired Faunus said calmly.

"Geez, not even telling his girlfriend? That's suspicious." The busty blonde responded with a grimace.

Blake sputtered indignantly. "We- We're… What are you talking about Yang?!" She then exclaimed.

"Oh, don't deny it, I saw you." Yang said with a teasing smile. Then she returned to being serious. "No, but seriously, that's really suspicious."

Blake sighed deeply. "I know… But I have faith that he is working towards the betterment of this world… somehow…" The last part was but a low murmur.

"Sorry, sorry… You trust him, I know." The fiery girl said apologetically.

"Do you know something we don't Blake?" Ren asked cautiously.

"Ren!" Pyrrha said harshly.

"Well… I do know something…" Blake said uncertainly. "He told me he wants to bring order and stability, peace and equality… Through whatever means necessary." She said lowering her head.

"That sounds… bad…"Weiss said nervously.

Blake just hung her head.

"Possibly, although most likely it will be the authorities that cause things to go badly… Do you know how?" Ren said analytically.

"He said he would try to go through the authorities… although how that would work is a question in and of itself…" Blake responded, her head still hanging low.

"Blake…" Pyrrha said worriedly.

"Huh… What's this number and since when did I have it?" Yang's confused voice cut through the awkward atmosphere, causing the others to look at her in confusion.

-Break—

As a matter of fact, Wayle was heading towards an old White Fang hideout in Vale that had been abandoned after the recent events...

There, a varied group was gathered. Mostly Faunus, with a few Humans here and there. They were holding a hushed discussion, all the while keeping watch to make sure no one noticed their presence.

The hideout itself was situated on the edge of the city, and much of the surrounding buildings had been destroyed, the building the hideout was in having suffered damages to the roof and upper floors, as well as having lost a wing.

It was a discouraging sight, this destruction, yet it was also sobering. For was this not the reason Faunus and Humans needed to put their differences aside? Because as they squabbled the Grimm waited, observed… and when their guard was broken… they struck.

Their discussions were interrupted as one of their number shouted in surprise, startling all the others who quickly turned towards the source of the outcry.

What met them was the sight of the shadows moving, slowly dissolving to reveal a figure…

The tense silence in the room was broken by another shout.

"My Lord! It is good to see you unharmed." A pink haired Faunus ran up to the figure and kneeled.

As realisation swept over the rest they all mirrored the motion, some because they thought it amusing, some out of true reverence, and a few because the others were doing it.

"Ouka, what are you doing here? I thought I instructed you to remain until I returned." Wayle said harshly, yet with a hint of concern.

"Forgive me, but when I- no, we, heard about what had transpired here we rushed over to confirm your safety…" Ouka's posture deepened as she expressed her worry.

"I see, and? Who is in charge while you and the Captain are away?" Wayle said with a sigh. Fanaticism could be so troublesome at times…

"Aureus is taking care of things over there. He has been most helpful, truly my Lord's fate is strong." The pink haired girl said passionately.

Wayle gave a small bemused smile as he sighed softly.

"Permission to speak my Lord?" The gruff, masculine voice of the Faunus called 'The Captain' spoke up, the slight hint of amusement in his voice betraying his reason for wording it like he did.

"Speak." Wayle decided to respond in kind, adopting a grave voice he normally only used when Sith business was involved.

"We have been thinking, and we feel that a name will be needed, a name under which the like-minded can flock. One we can spread in your glory." The man was serious, even if Wayle suspected he was still messing a bit with him.

"I see… yes, we do need a name. Then I ask of you who are gathered here, what are we? Fangs that tear apart our foes? Hunters that eliminate out prey? Knights that protect the innocent? Or perhaps soldiers that fight for our ideals? So I ask of you, what are we?" Wayle proclaimed solemnly.

Unsurprisingly, it was Ouka who first spoke up. "We are the Fangs that tear apart your foes." She said in a solemn tone.

"We are the Hunters that eliminate that which you indicate." The gruff voice of the Captain continued.

From a little further away, a new voice spoke up. "We are your Knights, and will protect those you see fit." It belonged to a Human man with greying, blonde hair and wizened features as well as a mighty full beard, yet it was surprisingly gentle and soft coming from someone who managed to seem almost regal even as he kneeled.

"We are the soldiers that will fight for your ideals." Several voices spoke up at the same time.

"We are your loyal servants, and it matters not what we are. For we are what you deem fit, and our purpose is yours." They all chorused at the same time.

Wayle looked at them, a mixture of shock, appreciation and joy running through his mind.

"Then we are an army…" Wayle proclaimed. "But what will be our name…?" He mulled it over a bit before a dark smile crossed his features. "Yes. Henceforth, you are the Army of Union, the army that seeks to unite Humans and Faunus… and this shattered Remnant…"

-Break—

He awoke screaming, eyes wide in terror as his body shivered from the memory of the very life being drained from it.

What had he done to get into that situation…?

He had messed with that raven haired beauty from team RWBY… and then it turned out she was that… monster's girlfriend…

But why… he wouldn't do something like that to a beauty…?

No matter how much the youth tried he couldn't for the life of him remember. No, every time he sought the answer his mind waylaid him, going off on any random tangent available as long as it had nothing to do with the answer he sought…

No… it didn't matter… As long as Blake Belladonna and Wayle Tyran was an item he wouldn't even dare dream of bothering her…

Because if the first time he was crushed by unseen forces, and the second time he was tossed around like a ragdoll and then drained of his life-force…

He couldn't help but shudder as the memory of that feeling, that helplessness that settled in as he futilely struggled against that iron grip even as his life left him, his Aura's attempts to protect him only causing it to be drained as well…

Even now his reserves were at an all-time low… chances were he had been out for a prolonged period of time…

Wayle Tyran was no man… He was a monster that made the Grimm seem pleasant. That was the conclusion that Cardin Winchester came to as he stared at the infirmary roof. He could only hope to never rouse it again… Starting with avoiding things that might piss him off…

-Break—

Parry, spin, duck, flip… Every attack was defended against, even if there were four of them and only one of her.

Yet they couldn't attack carelessly, for every time their weapons met the blade of energy she swung around their Aura would be severely depleted and the weapon would take damage…

'Slow…'

Well, they were no slower than she was, but it didn't compare at all to her master… And to think she started calling him that in jest, and now it was exactly how she regarded him.

'Clumsy…'

That was kind of unfair, after all, the Force did wonders for once acrobatic ability, and Wayle's training had honed it further, even if he himself didn't use too much of it.

'Predictable…'

Well, that was really unfair, having the ability to see even a few moments into the future made predicting people stupidly easy.

She lashed out with her foot, disturbing one of her opponents' balance and causing him to crash into an ally.

'Too easy.' The thought came unbidden alongside a wicked smirk. These people were just so simple to outwit, she couldn't help but play with them.

Was this how her master felt?

She couldn't know for certain, but one thing she did know was that it was quite the thrill to watch your opponents dance after your tune, doing exactly as you wanted.

Their teamwork was good, and even individually they had some skill in them… But they lacked improvisation, all they did was the same ingrained movements, and she had already figured it out completely, to the point she almost wanted to use their own styles against them.

But she refrained from doing so. This was a sparring match with a two-fold purpose. To get her some training against people she didn't know, and to figure out how the Aura-enhanced weapons of the Hunters stood up to a Lightsaber.

So far, at least they didn't just immediately get sliced in to. Whatever alloys they were made of were surprisingly resilient, and Hunters layered their Aura over them to heighten their performance.

And she had seen the weapon cut through solid steel plates like they were made out of butter. The weapon she held was truly frightening, with but a few flaws. Flaws that the people of Remnant could not exploit.

She actually giggled as she saw the teamwork of her opponents unravel as their frustrations grew, and she helped the process along by making two of the all-male team crash into each other face first, almost causing an accidental kiss…

As they charged at her with outcries of anger their carefully laid teamwork was destroyed completely, and their uncoordinated swings only hampered them as she leapt above their weapons in between them and sent them both flying with the Force, causing them to painfully smash into the remainder of their teammates, knocking them all out and ending the match.

She felt her master's evaluating gaze upon her, taking great satisfaction from how much he must have learned.

-Break—

She smiled as she received a message asking who she was. She gave a silent giggle as she replied: "It's a secret."

The reply asked if she was friend or foe. She replied: "Formerly the latter. Right now… neither."

She almost thought she could see the confusion and frustration on her victims face, and the image brought a mischievous smile to her face.

'Don't worry my little sun dragon, we'll meet again soon… and this time, I'll have my way…'

Author's notes: So... How was the chapter? Was it good or terrible? Was it somewhere in between? Mediocre? Please do tell. I hope you enjoyed and that you have a nice day.