The Headmaster of Beacon calmly strode into a small room kindly provided by the Valean Police Forces at his behest, steaming mug in hand. He gave a small nod and smile to his amazing assistant Miss Goodwitch, pulling out his chair and placing himself upon it. And as he brought his steaming mug towards his lips just to draw his introduction out to his newest interest...

He knew that as always, his enigmatic, infamous presence would surely have the other at a loss for words.

"Do you know who I am?" he asked smugly, hiding his smirk behind mug.

"No. Where are the frontlines?"

...

Seconds almost became minutes with the lapse that followed, and a quick glance to his side found that Glynda was far more visibly shocked by such a response, mouth agape and Riding Crop dropped to the ground with a silence-breaking clatter.

Ozpin cleared his throat, hiding his thoughts behind that implacable poker face of his, taking in the sight of the Krieg Commander before him.

Not that he knew what Krieg was, nor what this man truly measured to.

"Excuse me Mr...?" he trailed off for the other to inform.

The masked Arc stood suddenly from his seat, the handcuffs chaining him to the table creaking loudly and bringing the table a few inches off of the ground with the suddenness of it.

He idly watched Glynda stumble for her weapon of choice in what had been a failed attempt of composedly reacting to what may have been an act of aggression towards the Headmaster, finding it had simply been a militaristic form of introduction on the others part.

He also noted the force displayed by the other in absentmindedly ripping a weighted metal table up as he had, apparently more give in the bolts nailing it to the ground than the partially broken contraptions locking him to it.

"Commander Jaune Arc of the 666th Regiment of the Death Korps of Krieg; here to fight and die at the Emperor's word, Sir" he said monotonously, the lines well-practiced and impactful despite the cold tone to his voice.

He was resigned to death it seemed, though for who it was for he had no idea. Perhaps Emperor had been code name for a leader just like he named his 'players' and enemies in his scheme after Chess pieces? He'd milk more information as he went along, for now he had other questions.

"You called me 'Sir'." he noted "You said with finality that you had no idea who I was."

The other almost imperceptibly tilted his head to the side, a small sign of curiosity "Are you not Inquisition? You don't look Military but you have this aura of knowledge and authority about you" he explained, apparently a perceptive one if not a little presumptuous. "You also need a mighty amount of authority to be ordering an Imperium Regiment Commander about" the air seemed to drop several degrees at the icy tone he employed "To lock me up for questioning without rank or permission to do so will be dealt with as treason." he warned, Glynda now raising her weapon readily this time around, even if she looked as pale as he felt at such a threat.

Luckily he was immovable; the fear was quelled through willpower alone.

The Headmaster weighed his options carefully in the span of the few seconds it took the Commander to explain the situation, his brilliant mind working in overdrive to stop any potential altercation here.

Fortunately for all, he was a mastermind.

"I am Headmaster Ozpin of Beacon and I am the leading authority here" he began "I don't know who you or your 'Regiment' are, but you acted appropriately in allowing us to question you in such circumstances" and they all knew at this point that the soldier could break his holds on a whim, showing his desire not to exact violent means in his restraint. "I hypothesize that you are not familiar with Vale" he watched the man twitch at the name and sensed recognition "Am I incorrect?"

Jaune leant forward, hands slamming against the table audibly "Vale is here?" he wondered.

Glynda nodded confusedly, holding his masked visage with her emerald green eyes as he whirled on her movement "Yes, you are currently in Vale." she explained, seeing the fire in his attitude falter at that.

"Apologies but... in Vale?" he emphasised the 'in' part excessively to their muted confusion.

"Yes, the city of Vale." Ozpin took his second sip, slightly put off by the drop in temperature in his beverage, a rarity to keep him from his drink indeed "One of the four Kingdoms?" he added at the end, once more seeing nothing from the masked man who just kept his gaze evenly.

"Ah" he said in resignation, only adding to their puzzlement "So Vale is an independent nation." he muttered aloud it as if simply monologuing for his own understanding.

The Headmaster and Deputy Headmistress shared a quick glance before the latter nodded his way once more "Yes, one of Remnant's four bastions." she elaborated, stern facade long gone in favour of inquisitiveness.

The figure slowly settled back into his chair at this point, Ozpin recognising a thoughtful look in how he brought his arms into himself, one gloved hand cupping his armoured chin gently. "And Remnant is a... country?" a shake of the witches head "Continent?" a repeat and the man exhaled heavily "So a planet." he didn't even register the affirmative from them both, having already concluded as much.

They allowed him his thoughts for a while, giving him time to mull this apparently new knowledge over. "Which galaxy are we in?" he suddenly questioned, two pairs of eyes going as wide as saucers.

"G-galaxy?!" the blonde stumbled.

The Wizard of Beacon pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose and then proceeded to drain the last of his mug ruefully. "I'm afraid human and Faunas have been warring with the Grimm and one another for so long that interstellar research never came to be beyond observatory's, and even then we can only hypothesize on there being more planets out there." he explained, a crease in his brow now as the other stiffened up "Is it safe to assume that you are of the mind to believe such theories of planets somewhere beyond our current realm of knowing?" truly this was curious, and how it tied in here he didn't know, but if this individual had knowledge beyond Remnant for whatever reason then he would very much like to know just how and why.

The other was quiet for a long while, even the Headmaster's patience beginning to wane as he began to process the severity of just what his words had upon the mask-wearing individual. "You're serious." he stated with finality, his tone grim and low, Ozpin seeing Glynda shuffle forward silently and took it as her having been oblivious to his words, only his tone audible.

The soldier palmed his face and released a heavy breath, and Ozpin felt the weight of it even as he silently observed the others expressions through the added difficulty of his concealed features. "What planets do you know of as of yet then?" and Glynda answered for him without missing a beat

"We have the planet of Remnant and our moon" she clarified, "And whether the moon qualifies is another matter, what with how it fragments and restructures itself over the course of months and years." Ozpin took the initiative in clarifying

"The word 'planet' seems to mean more to you than it does to the people of Remnant. Here, the term is the placeholder for a vague theory on there being other celestial bodies beyond Remnant's grasp." he watched the other clench his fists audibly "You throw the word around easily, whereas here you could go your whole life without hearing the word even once." Ozpin went to take another swig of his mug before remembered its emptied contents, regretting his shortsightedness on just how long this interaction would last. Regardless he would have to finish his point here "So why is that Commander Arc?"

The air in the room became stale as the Headmaster finally capitalised on the elephant in the room; neither he and definitely not Glynda had heard of these 'Death Korps' let alone the 665 Regiments presumably before his own. The situation needed clarifying because the Wizard of Beacon hadn't been at such a loss in a long, long time.

The other held his tongue for a long time, fingers idly drumming against the table to break the rooms silence. And after a long time had passed, the Headmaster took the initiative, but was beaten to it the instant he opened his mouth

"What knowledge have you of our glorious Emperor?"

Ozpin narrowed his eyes slightly. The soldier uttered the term with true reverence. Honestly, it was quite astounding how much passion was carried in that single word. But, he had been asked a question and far be it from him not to answer.

"We've never heard of any 'Emperor'." he supplied "Nor have we had any sort of true ruler for a long time: Kings, Queens, Emperors. All no longer have a place in the world of Remnant."

More silence, as had become the norm here.

"You speak Low Gothic" he hunched forward, hands clasped tightly together and visage directed at them both "Why do you speak the tongue of the Imperium yet know nothing of the very foundation that keeps Humanity fighting, living." he spat, grasping wildly for anything to recognise at this point.

Glynda shook her head "We speak the common tongue of Remnant. All nations have mixes of their own tongue: Mistralian, Atlesean and Vacuan alongside dying languages from less prominent civilizations lost to time. But almost without exception; Valean is known by all."

Something seemed to click in the other, bowing his head to his clasped palms and muttering something under his breath before acknowledging them once more with determination set in on whatever decision he had made. "I can assume you're in charge?" Ozpin nodded. "Then I will comply. What will you do with me Headmaster?"

Ozpin smirked behind his hands.

"I can't believe my little sister is coming with me to Beacon!"

"Pleash shtop..."

Yang ignored the plea for a few seconds longer, cuddling the life out of her adorable little sister until she had her fill.

"Now come on, aren't you excited? You get to go to Beacon two years early! You're the bees knees!" the redhead flinched at the word

"But I don't wanna be special Yang! I wanna be a normal girl with normal knees!"

"But you are special Ruby." her sister declared proudly.

she pouted up a storm at that and muttered lowly "I don't want to stand out." she looked around after that, hoping that nobody had overheard their little conversation, nor the attention that would inevitably come with it.

Ruby couldn't talk to people, let alone take the spot as centre of attention.

Thankfully their attention seemed to be focused elsewhere "I don't think you have to worry about that Ruby." she heard her sister chuckle, following her line of sight to just what everybody seemed to be glancing at.

That of course was the black leather and armour-clad agent of Death stood overlooking the city below them from the ship to Beacon, hands folded neatly behind his back and stance immaculate. Of course to most, the men of Krieg were nightmare fuel to witness outside the battlefield where they fought tooth, nail and whatever the hell else they could throw into the equation just so that you wouldn't have to.

And perhaps, even to Ruby he once had been just as well.

Now though..

"Oh! Oh!" she began intelligently, jumping lightly on the spot and pointing as she did "That's the guy Yang! That's the guy who punched Roman Torchwick in his stupid face!" she declared loudly, face going as red as her cloak as her outburst earned all eyes in the room, whispers and proclamations swimming about at this newly divulged information on the mysterious entity aboard the Bullhead.

Yang herself was taking in the being's appearance, going through the usual thoughts as most do, but recognising the obvious lack of crusted crimson on his outfit as Ruby had mentioned in passing. He hadn't reportedly killed or grievously injured anybody as far as she knew news-wise so perhaps the blood thing was exaggerated or presumptuous of them. Maybe he was even-

"He looks like a Hunter Yang" Ruby finished her thought with sparkling eyes, Yang smirking and making headway with her blushing, protesting sister in tow towards the man. If her sister wouldn't talk then she'd break the ice for her.

Yang was good like that.

"Hey you!" they stopped barely a metre from him, still holding Ruby by her wrist even as she hid behind her taller sibling for the most part. Neither could really help themselves from admiring the militaristic look to the man, the warred scars covering his attire, both metal and leather giving way to scratches, burrs and burns. They watched as his faceless visage watched out over the city, the solemn look he had in his stance and presence beyond an inner feeling of comfort in the passion and determination he radiated.

He turned to them slowly. Patiently. This man who had countless years of experience with hell beyond their realm of understanding. They recognised knowledge, wisdom and strength in his being, but they couldn't quite place it. He reminded them of their father, of their uncle even moreso.

All they knew was that he was not like anything they knew, just from a glance.

They were too naive too consider the depths of just what they were up against with him.

"Greetings Ruby Rose" he said simply, saluting lightly to them both and fixing his gaze upon Yang "And you are?"

"Yang" she had no small amount of surprise in her tone, ignoring her sister jumping at him having known her name in favour of considering just how light and friendly his voice was in comparison to his appearance. It was airy and smooth, even if a little stern and distorted from his military background and the mask he wore. Still, it was unexpected "My name is Yang Xiao Long: Ruby's older sister"

He chuckled softly and bowed his head lightly "A pleasure" he gestured an open palm towards Ruby "Your sister fights well. For her age, she is truly quite remarkable indeed."

Ruby began to sputter and blush at the praise, 'psh' and 'nah' noises emanating from her in abundance to both of their amusement.

Fortunately, she gathered herself given time "I'm not that great, you put down those baddies even without your weapon! All like 'pow!' and 'kachaw!' and-and..." she cleared her throat awkwardly, realising that she had once again punctuated her already dorky fighting noises with karate actions and the like.

She was practically steaming from the heat rising to her cheeks at this point.

The Krieg soldier laughed "And you went crazy with a scythe taller than you. They had no idea how to react!" he chuckled "And if I'm not mistaken..." he pensively brought his thumb and forefinger to his chin, considering her a little closer for but a moment "was that a sniper rifle attachment your gun had?"

With a loud gasp, Ruby greedily sucked in as much air as she could at the recognition, spouting out weapon terms like a madman at the first hint of recognition to her baby.

Yang chuckled softly, ready to apologise for her sisters antics only to be pleasantly surprised by how instead of laughing or shying away from the reaper, the soldier instead seemed to nod, absorb and even add his own opinions to what her sister was spouting.

The two went at their talk for almost the entire trip back and she couldn't help but smile fondly at the defeated look the smaller girl adopted when the enigma had to say his farewell for whatever reason, once more bowing lightly as he made headway away from the rest of the students.

The two walked in silence for a while longer, one looking slightly bummed out and the other grinning like a madman. "So..." she nudged her sister with her elbow "You make a boyfriend?" her toothy grin would make the Cheshire Cat envious.

"Yaaang!" her response was as adorable and nervous as she had hoped, her sister continuing to have the easiest buttons to push to embarrass. "He's just nice okay? Besides, he's probably old enough to be my dad right?" they both idly took a moment to consider that, nothing to really go on beyond his apparent experience, formality and presumed time in the 'field', though mistakenly assuming that was as a Huntsman and not as an intergalactic soldier elite.

From appearance, Yang would guess anywhere from late 20's to early 40's maybe? It was nigh impossible to put an age to such a 'face' really.

So how did he know your name by the way?" she questioned curiously.

"Ozpin told him after he spoke with me apparently. Said they spoke about some stuff and then he asked for my name."

"Oh? Is he pining after you too Rubes? Wouldn't have thought you'd have 'daddy' preferences honestly" she quipped snidely, watching Ruby simultaneously set her face aflame as well as go as green as an Ork's ass at the implication.

"YANG!"

Jaune groaned as he stretched his arms out, doffing his pauldrons, chestplate and wrist-guards so that he could drop his overcoat, doing so quickly and efficiently but also neatly as he had long-since learned through necessity. People thought Cadian's were the best for donning, doffing, field-stripping their weapons and jury-rigging but he'd beg to differ.

'Cadian's could field-strip a rifle at 10?' he chuckled idly to himself "That's cute."

Now without his armour or overcoat, he began to take the armour plating from his legs and waist, as well as his boots, placing everything down gently and away from one another, having heard the bench creak from the combined weight when he'd piled it together. Apparently the people of Remnant carried light if even this much was hefty to them. He dropped his Hellpistol, power sword and cartridges down and then his Hellgun from his back, appreciating the lack of need of a backpack for the unique weapon.

His eyes went to the mirror to his left then, looking at his barefooted form, feeling so... nude without the full weight of his battlegear. He still had a tank top on and form-fitting pants and of course his mask and Commanders cap but it never felt enough.

Honestly, outside of the rare chance to bathe outside of weeks, months and years of battle, he almost came to forget what he looked like bare. Under his overalls, armour plating, overcoat and cloak, he already felt naked. So removing his tank top to reveal his muscular and equally scarred upper body was something he hadn't truly taken in since his early youth.

He at least remembered getting the Arc tattoo and his regiment number in High Gothic on his chest.

But when was the last time he'd even had access to a mirror? He got clean as a duty not to die from filth-related diseases, he hadn't had time to mind his appearance. Other officers and higher ups thought that unusual but they weren't Krieg-men. He knew the faces of his family, of his trusted Commissar's Atlas and... Vale - still weird to think that this place was named the same as one of his two closest comrades. But he wore a mask, as did all of his men. They were Death Korps and they only earned penance in death.

Of course their planet wasn't without love, he loved his sisters, and of course they and he wouldn't have come about without the meeting of his parents and their passion for one another. With how many soldiers Death Korps lost a day, they would have to equal that in birth rates if not outnumber, so he knew the needs of being and appearing attractive to the other sex was necessary for survival.

But that just wasn't really for him, even with his sisters constantly recommending soldiers and officers his way because they'd said this or that.

He was a sublime leader because he had the men to back it up. He was a powerful soldier because he'd spent so much perfecting himself.

He had spent no time appearing the perfect male specimen, so it was inevitable he was naive to the subject.

He removed his cap and began to unclip his mask, hesitating as he did so. This would be the last time he'd wear this mask for a while he realised, the Headmaster having made his point on negative emotion and how it affected the 'Grimm' that seemingly plagues this world; the Headmaster had explained it all extensively. The mask and the man wearing it would exacerbate that. The 'Death Korps' hardly inspires safety here as it had on Nyle.

He clipped it off and placed it gently upon his folded coat, slowly panning his eyes from it and to the mirror, walking over and placing a hand against it.

"I have blue eyes" like his sisters all had: gorgeous crystalline blue. They reminded him of his mother. Well with the exception of the twins of course, they had dads emerald. His fingers traced his golden locks, neatly cut since Glynda refused to budge on the subject once she saw the sweat-matted, untrimmed mop he'd had beforehand, the result of over a week of exertion on the battlefield. Most often he just cleaned his clothing and not the person beneath them.

He took in his features and scrunched his face up at what he saw. His complexion was pale he thought, naturally because of his mask, but not really as pale as you'd imagine from a face that never really met the light. He penned it down to Krieg genes since he shared the same complexion as any other he'd met. Honestly, he looked more tanned than Ruby or Yang had, even Ozpin or Glynda were paler than he so he guessed that wasn't a concern.

His jaw was bereft of any stubble, also due to Glynda's quest neatening him up. He rubbed a hand across his jawline and idly wondered if he could be considered 'handsome', maybe 'rugged'? He truly had no idea. A strong, squared jaw and firm musculature across his person but delicacy in his hair and eyes, his cheekbones giving him a light appearance, a friendly one, lips naturally fitting into a slight incline; a sign he smiled often. That was penned down to his family; both by blood and in arms.

He was handsome, rugged and neatly presented with Glynda's assistance. Tough but gentle simultaneously, and he couldn't really fathom that. It was just a face to him: his face.

"Bah, I'm burning daylight." he noticed, taking his eyes away from the first real encounter with himself, instead opting to place all of his belonging in the large metal footlocker he'd been provided by Ozpin.

He only had until Ozpin's speech ended he knew, and then he'd be required to find and sleep amongst the rest of them. That was fine honestly, he bunked with his men all of the time. Of course, 'men' implied the women of the unit too, they were all sensible adults.

Adult.

By the emperor, how old was he now? He was declared a soldier at 14 and had been fighting as one less legally since he was 9, sneaking off to fire potshots and acclimate himself with combat and firearms for a couple years beyond that too. Krieg soldiers lived to fight and die, and the mask just made it that much easier to pretend you were old enough to hold arms. The Imperium knew they did, and they had never cared enough to stop them; turn a blind eye as it was.

He was grateful for their understanding, even if most would scorn the act.

He guessed that from how he looked he was nearing the ends of puberty, but years vanished to him long ago, replaced by war and conflict. 'I fought a war five battles ago' so to speak, and that could be the equivalent of three weeks maybe? Age meant little to the Krieg men, hence why he lead men twice his age into battle on a daily basis, and why they respected that wholeheartedly. His sense of chronology was askew to say the least, but when Ozpin wrote his file down he took notice that he put him in as a first year regardless of his little lapse in recollection. He could be the oldest of the group by years and not known it, but he needed to learn as they did if this was where he'd be surviving for the time it'd take for him to find his way back to his men.

But now he was faced with a different dilemma he realised.

"I refuse to wear this fucking thing..." he said as he stared down heatedly at the admittedly soft bunny onesie.

He weighed his options and then sighed as he came to a realisation.

"That guy wanted this to happen didn't he?" he palmed his face defeatedly.

When he got back he'd really have to recommend this guy as an Inquisitor.

"I still can't believe you blew up..." The blonde went down with a well-placed pillow toss from the young Rose.

"Yang! It was an accident..." she puffed out her cheeks, "Besides, who shakes around a half-open bottle of fire dust around? It was inevitable!"

Yang just continued to laugh her lungs out at her sister for a while longer before taking a look around outside of the portion of the ballroom they'd taken up between the two of them. "It's like a big sleepover." she observed.

Ruby clicked her tongue as she continued to write to her friends "Don't think dad would appreciate all the boys though..."

Yang scoffed and ate up any eye candy she saw, though it was a little off-putting at how vainly they attempted to flaunt their budding musculature. She'd say it was pathetic but as a teenage girl she couldn't deny that she at least appreciated it "I know I do..." and then she went quiet.

Ruby continued writing her letter for a good while, and even though her sisters sudden silence was appreciated, she couldn't deny that it was at the least peculiar. "Yang?" she saw her sister staring wide-eyed and slightly open-mouthed at something and humored her by following her line of sight, her pencil dropping numbly from her grip as she caught just what had broke her sister.

6ft 2in of blonde Adonis dressed in lounge pants and a tank top that fit his form so perfectly that it only added to the obvious curvature of his cut, carved structure. Neither girl had any idea how but this apparent 17 year old had a body that made the others look like runts.

He kept a stony face as he walked to his destination, but he had a sort of regal appearance about him: rugged, tough, and his golden hair just complimented the cut sapphire of his eyes perfectly.

Ruby calmed down first and looked to her sister, still ogling the fellow.

"Yang, he's good-looking but come on..." she groaned.

Yang simply laughed a little creepily "I'd really like to 'Yang' out with that hunk" she practically purred, her body swallowed by a mass of pillows immediately afterwards.

"YANG!"

"Be quiet! Can't you see that people are trying to sleep?!"

Oh no...

Jaune wasn't bothered by being in the same room as men and women probably his junior, no he'd already made his peace with that since he was used to it as a soldier.

Or at least he thought he was...

These people were eyeing him like predators! The soldiers back in Krieg never did that, granted he usually wasn't forced into wearing this little through the convoluted methods of that damned Headmaster.

Inquisitor or servant of Tzeentch, he didn't know which role he fit better, nor which he'd prefer.

Daemons were bad, the Inquisition really wasn't all that great to encounter for the majority either he'd admit.

Either way, he calmly strode through the room, his battle-senses blaring at the eyes stabbing his person, as much as he strived to ignore them.

"Ignore them and they'll go away..." he muttered lowly under his breath.

Eventually, he settled against a wall, as far away as he could really get from prying eyes.

The seconds it took him to set up his granted sleeping bag gave him time to notice the girl with eyes of amber and hair darker than the uniform of his Regiment. She had gorgeously pale skin, the moon reflecting off of her person like she were a celestial, the subtle hints of eyeliner only accentuating the dark bow atop her head and the stylish Kimono she wore.

Not that he knew what a Kimono was.

He could admire that she was truly beautiful, but then, so too had he noticed the same in Yang and Ruby; both in personality and appearance. Of course, Ruby still had some growing up to do, what with being two years younger than the majority.

Yang with her flowing mane of searing fire and the calm in those purple eyes that seemed so eager to flare into something more at a moments notice. Fair skin and a confident gait that just had people flocking to her. She was somewhat tomboyish in her attire but he saw that she was more feminine than she may like to admit. He would like to speak with her again for sure.

Then there was Ruby. From all that he could say about the others, for her he could sum it all up as 'cute', he daresay. Cute. Not a word that often came up in his life, maybe a couple times in relation to the youngest of his sisters, Sienna and Ivory so close to him in age that he could hardly remember them being small enough to have called them as such.

In contrast to his sisters with their incredible eyes of blue or green; Ruby had the unusual but mesmerizing gaze of silver, her eyes like shining moons. He was no poet but of all the planets he'd strode across, and all the moons he had witnessed, the two in Ruby's head were by far his favourite. Add to that her budding heroism and chirpy nature, not to mention her passion for weaponry and she really didn't fall behind either Yang nor this girl in capturing his attention.

Not to say in a romantic-sense, he could admire beauty but he had no intention to seek it out.

His attention went to the book in the bow-wearing girls hands, naturally something he had never heard of and that brought an interesting idea to him.

When in times of peace between missions, and sometimes during, Jaune liked to take up any free time with literature, though of course the majority was based on the history of the Imperium and the like. Now he had a world of literature to consider, and that he could admit was an appealing thought.

"Can I help you?" she asked, her tone slightly irritated and her eyes never leaving her book, though he was perceptive enough to notice the way her eyes no longer read the lines of the page, even if she tried to make it seem so.

It was a mask of indifference.

"Not help, no" his tone was calm, and as he leant his back against the wall she too was against, he stared forward so as not to make her feel obligated to meet his eyes. "I was just looking at the book you were reading."

"Right." he caught her eyes rolling in his peripherals but she had been safe t assume he wouldn't have, his perception very high calibre. More than likely, she assumed his intentions weren't quite so innocent. He couldn't fault her, what with the other boys flexing their arms and play-wrestling like fools "So what? A book you've read?" she humored.

"Never heard of it, nor its Author." he admitted honestly and she scoffed, but he continued heedlessly "The Blurb mentions a story of a man with two souls and a war of will between the two. To me, it seems like it's personifying how two opposite beings can struggle to come together at times, obvious differences tearing rifts in moral decency." he had heard about the Faunas from Ozpin, about the White Fang. The Imperium may have been small-minded and tended to despise anything that wasn't human, but that was in his Universe where abhuman's and Xenos wanted you extinct without exception. In this world, the Faunas were as different to Humanity as a Krieg soldier was to a Cadian.

"It's like the Faunas and the Human's" her attention was on him at this point, but he wasn't saying this for her sake. Regardless, she was enraptured. "The differences between them are so subtle, but at face-value you forget moral decency and push it aside, and that becomes something more." he shook his head vehemently "In a world taken by an enemy such as the Grimm, it was the last thing Remnant needs. We have brothers and sisters everywhere the eyes can see, and when Humanity can learn to accept the embrace of their Faunas sibling." he smiled wistfully "Then perhaps true peace can come to be."

He didn't know why he said it, and he forgot just when exactly his opinion of the book became about the world itself and its wrongs but he stood by it.

His family always said he had a strong sense of justice, that he couldn't see wrongdoing go without correcting.

"Maybe you're right..." she said with a soft smile in his direction, their eyes meeting for the first time that night. He met her smile with his own, because if he was going to be stuck on Remnant for however long...

"I hope so" then he'd make it his mission to save this world with whatever power he had whilst he could.

Near 6k words in this chapter, and I'm releasing it now just to get the story rolling. Ideally I'd hold onto it for a week or so but I'm always so eager to get my stories going, and every review is a little kick to keep me enthusiastic about it.

So please, take some time to review if you can, it keeps me going and it hardly takes a minute. I'll be sure to reply if it needs it, it's always nice to talk to people under such circumstances.

Hope the chapter was to your liking, the fighting really kicks off next chapter, and you'll see just what Krieg men can do in Remnant.

Now, because it was mentioned in one comment I will point out one thing. Jaune was strong in his world, and as a human he is very strong here. That said, Jaune also has no aura and by extension no semblance, and as of yet hasn't been compared to anybody using theirs. Beyond that, he has weaponry that runs on energy this world has no access to, meaning beyond a couple cartridges and battery's, his Hellgun's and Power sword are like temporary buffs in case of emergency.

I don't want to spoil anything but I hope that alleviates any concerns of 'overpowered' Jaune. If you do have any more concerns then pop me a message or Review and I'll respond ASAP, same for if you have any ideas you'd like to throw my way, however outlandish they may seem.

I mean, who knows if he's the only one who made it to Remnant...

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Au Revoir for now Readers.