Disclaimer-I do not own RWBY, which is owned by the late and great Monty Oum and Rooster Teeth. Only thing I own is my characters.

"The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting."

7 Sextilis, 3176 PD -C. Astali-

The Headmaster had to be insane. He had to. No one would hire that bulbous idiot, not even in a desperate need of teachers. I felt pity for those that would be assigned to his classes. Not really, but the effort should still be put forth.

Not to long after I had walked out of the room, I heard an explosive discharge from what sounded like the courtyard. Instinctively reaching towards my chest, I soon growled at my apparent lack of preparedness for an assault on the school, 'You fool! You just had to not carry one of your weapons for this kind of situation!' I berate myself for the problem that I had put myself in.

Quickly running towards the doors that lead to the courtyard, I passed a few students that gave me startled and bewildered looks. Deciding to ignore the simple fact that they were not going to the amphitheatre or the point of attack. The children better not act like this in my class. They would regret their slow, or their lack of, a reaction when I perform one of my many "surprises".

After opening the door, I practically leap down the stairs and head to one of the many pathways that lead to the center of the yard. After a couple of seconds of getting past the many students that were looking for the entrance, I notice a boy with a hoodie and blonde hair going in the complete opposite direction of the student body. He seemed to have noticed the explosion as well, looking around with a look of uncertainty, likely contemplating if he should follow his peers or investigate the sound.

Running up to him, I grab his shoulder and turn him around. "Child! I need your assistance wi-"

I was promptly interrupted by the boy letting out a small scream and fainting, falling onto his back with a clanking thud. Sighing, I look him up and down, noticing the little armor he has on, for a weapon. Seeing a sword at his waist, I unsheathe it from its plain cover. Examining the sword, I see that it looks more like an antique sword you would see in a pawn shop. The only notable aspect of it was the gold crossguard and blue handle. I quickly return to the task at hand and advance towards my objective.

I stop as a white haired girl in an elegant(?) combat skirt storms past me, rage clearly evident on her face. A moment later, a black haired girl with a neatly tied bow walks past me, giving me a glance from her book before she continued reading. Blinking several times from the perplexing state of the two girls, looking like they had just come out of a high school comedy, and that there was no damage to the center of the courtyard, I realize that this school was very much going to be the most stressful, if not deadly, job I've had since being a captain in the Revolution.

After my worrying revelation, my eyes latch on to an even more peculiar sight, a much smaller girl in a red cloak laying on the ground, with a very big gun hanging from the small of her back.

Approaching cautiously, prepared for something else to happen at this damned school. If this becomes a recurring theme here, I may very well make Ozpin drown in his beloved coffee. Scratch that, he'd probably like that. Maybe I'll choke him out with his cane? No, Goodwitch looks like she'd have already tried that. 'Layton would know what to do at this moment, he always had a-'

"C-can I have m-my sword b-back?"

Stopping due to the terror stricken voices interruption, I quickly hit myself in the head. 'What's with interruptions and Beacon? It's almost like this place doesn't want me to finish a simple thought!'

I turned to the source of the voice, seeing that it was the blonde boy that fainted. I examine him more closely, much to his chagrin and my amusement. Very little armor, as I had noticed before, torn blue jeans, a black hoodie, and brown, fingerless gloves. In my opinion, he looked more like a homeless man who was able to sneak his way onto the airship here.

"S-sir?"

Shaking my head of the insults that I could spout, I flip the sword so that the grip is facing him. He quickly takes it from me and, with an almost tender movement, returns the blade to its rightful place. "I apologize, young sir. I had to borrow your blade for the potential danger that you must have heard, correct?" He nods, if a little hesitantly, "But I digress, I wasn't able to ask you your name after you fainted from, I'm going to guess, dehydration. So allow me to introduce myself. I am Cadoc Atsali, former teacher and Colonel of Atlas. I am also going to be one of the teachers here. And who might you be?" I finish, seeing his eyes widen from my introduction.

"I-I'm Jaune, Jaune Arc." He says, looking a little sheepish once he realized what I had said, "Some huntsman I'm going to be if I keep fainting under press- I mean forgetting to drink my… water?"

Letting out a small chuckle from his poor attempt at a recovery, I pat him on the back slightly, " Do not worry, sir Arc. I know plenty of soldiers and huntsmen that faint in the midst of danger."

A spark of relief appears in his eyes. "Really?" He asks hopefully.

"No." I pause to relish in his downtrodden state, "Now, let us retrieve this young madam and get you lot to the amphitheatre. I believe Ozpin would like to give a speech to his future students."

'This Jaune fellow had better improve being under pressure, or he may very well have a stroke from my "surprises' I thought, a smirk playing along my features from the mere fun I am going to have with my students.

So Much Fun.