First things first, this isn't a "Jaune gets betrayed story", it's Jaune and others are held accountable for their actions story, to the best of my writing ability anyhow. With that said, I have a couple things to address.

1. I'm basing the abilities of the average Huntsman on Spartan II's from Halo.

2. I'll be using Jaune's Semblance from Canon, with the caveat that he'll be able to use it on himself and that it'll use the open door theory, basically every time he uses his Semblance on someone a sliver of their soul intertwines with his, and before anyone gets their pitchforks and torches out he would have to use his Semblance on someone every day for months to have his copied Semblance be even remotely useful, even then he'll still have to train to be able to use it effectively, on top of training his own Semblance to even be able to conscientiously use the copied Semblance.

Criticism is welcomed, and thank you all for reading.

Hickory, dickory, dock,

The man ran up the clock,

The clock struck one,

The man fell down,

Never to get back up again,

Hickory, dickory, dock,

The normally quite gears of Ozpins office were deafening in the silence that hung between Jaune and the Headmaster. Neither men knew what to say, nor did they have an inclination to do so. But nothing golden can stay, and so the silence both men were hiding behind was broken by the clicking footfalls of Deputy Headmistress Glynda Goodwitch, her normally stern facade was replaced by a look of sadness.

"Mr. Ar- Jaune, I take it you have an inclination as to why you are in my office." Ozpin stated sullenly.

In response Jaune unhooks Crocea Mors from hi belt and sets it on the Headmasters desk. "Yeah… I have an idea."

"For… all it's worth Jaune, none of the staff are in agreement with what has and will happen to you." Glynda piped up, to try and soften the blow to come.

"I'm expelled, aren't I, Headmaster?"

Ozpin cringed. "In technicality, yes, but-"

"And since both of you are calling me by my first name, I take it I've been disowned."

Ozpin cringed once more. "Y-yes, b-but there is a way for you to complete you're Huntsman-"

"Thank you, Headmaster, but that won't be necessary." Jaune replied emotionless. "I'll just become a farmer, or something."

"But what if I could get you in another Huntsman school?"

Jaune laughed hollowly. "And how is that going to be different from here?"

"You'll be admitted with a personal recommendation from myself, a completely legitimate way of entry, something like this won't happen again, I swear."

"So, I'll get in with legitimate transcripts."

"Absolutely! And then none of the students will have any reason to act with hostility of aggression."

"But they will when they find out about how I got into Beacon the first time."

"Exactly, now let me – I'm sorry what did you say?"

"I said they'll treat me that same as here when they find out about how I got into Beacon in the first place, and they will find out." Jaune sighs before looking at Ozpin with a small, sad smile. "I appreciate what you're trying to do Headmaster, I really do, but the truth of the matter is that I broke the law, plain and simple, I don't deserve any special treatment when I took a place here for someone who deserved it more than I did, so thank you Headmaster, but I'm going to have to decline your offer."

Jaune gets up and walks to the elevator, when he's almost there Ozpin calls out in a manic voice, far from his normal detached facade.

"W-wait! There's a joint mission between your team and team RWBY, please go on that mission and give me your answer then, that's all I ask. Whatever your decision I shall honor it."

Jaune lets out a sound that's a mix between a sigh and a hollow laugh. "That's the hardest anyone has tried to make me a Huntsman." He turns to face Ozpin. "Okay, I'll go on the mission, but I don't think certain people are going to like it."

"I shall deal with any complaints."

Jaune sighs, looking a man over twice his age at that moment. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow Headmaster, I promise I'll have an answer for you by the time I get back, I promise, and an Arc- I always keep my word."

"I look forward to it."

-{O}-

Jaune stood to the side of his former teammates, not wishing to be a bother. Unfortunately a certain albino heiress took offense at his presence.

"Headmaster, with all do respect, why is that fake here." Weiss asked coldly.

"Jaune, is here at my request, Ms. Schnee." Ozpin told. "I am still the Headmaster of this school, whether certain people like it or not, do be warned Ms. Schnee I've had Professor Goodwitch be lenient on you and your team, don't make me regret that decision."

Weiss gulped. "Yes sir, sorry sir!"

"Now if everyone is done we can get on to the mission." Ozpin paused to let anyone speak their mind, no one did. "The eight of you are being sent to the Kingdom of Atlas, specifically the Atlasian Tundra, where your mission will to be to scout for and protect an expedition looking to establish another trade route with some Atlas's colonies. The specifics will be told to you once you've made contact with the scouting party, you all will be leaving within the hour, any questions?"

The assembled teams shook their heads no, Ozpin indicated to Glynda to escort them to the landing pads. Within thirty minutes the bullhead was prepped for their mission, but before June could board Glynda approached him, shouting over the bullhead

"Jaune!"

Jaune turned towards her. "Yes, Ms. Goodwitch?"

"Ozpin did not want you going into this mission unarmed, even though it is to be a relatively safe one, you never know what might happen."

Glynda handed him a standard looking arming sword in a brown leather sheath, it had a silver crossguard and pommel with a brown leather wrapped handle.

"Thank you Ms. Goodwitch, please tell the Headmaster the same."

"I will." Glynda tousled Jaune's hair. "Now get going and hurry back, stay safe or you'll have to answer to me, understand?"

"Y-yes, ma'am!"

With Glynda's threat in mind Jaune hurried off to the bullhead. Glynda waited until the bullhead was out of view before she strolled back to Ozpin's office, not knowing that would be the last time she'd see Jaune Arc.

-{O}-

Through a combination of his air sickness and not wanting to interact with the other passengers, Jaune slept through the flight. He was violently woken up by the rattling of the bullhead landing on the un even desert sand. He was the last to exit the bullhead, a fact not unnoticed by the scouting party. He shuffled up to his "team" as a tall woman covered head to toe in Atlasian military arctic clothing. The woman pulled up her Winter mask, revealing her pale skin and orange eyes and hair, and spoke with a noticeable but easily understandable Atlasian accent.

"I am Captain Anna Zhukov." Anna introduced herself. "I am in charge of this expedition and I expect you to follow my orders, understood." The teenagers nod. "Good, follow me for your equipment."

The Captain escorted them to the quartermaster, a pale, gruff looking man in his late forties with greying red hair and bags under his amber eyes, who looked up tiredly st the sound of their approach.

He lets off a tired salute. "Captain, are these the shinnies that will be accompanying your expedition?"

"Shinnies?" Ruby asked.

"Fresh blood, wet ears, newbies. You're new, inexperienced, untested." The Quartermaster explained. "When a fresh recruit shows up here, their armor is new and shinny, like them."

"Are you calling us liabilities!?" Weiss squawked.

"I am, Schnee."

"What do you mean by 'Schnee'!?"

"Exactly what you think. Now these out and go away."

The Quartermaster hands them some requisition forms before walking away, leaving a grumbling Weiss. They all fill out their forms and return them to the Quartermaster, who pointedly ignored Weiss, who returned with the gear they would need for survival in the harsh Atlasian climate. The gear consisted of bodygloves that could withstand temperatures ranging from -89.2°C(-128.6°F) to 50°C(122°F), to additional armor and weapons should they be needed or wanted. Captain Zhukov escorted them to a changing area and lingered nearby in case they needed help putting on their bodygloves. During this time Zhukov noticed that Jaune was separated from the rest of the group, not unusual given they were changing and most were female, but he was even separated from his fellow man, and had been separated from the larger group since their arrival.

Zhukov waited until she had an excuse to approach Jaune. "Do you require assistance."

Jaune was struggling to pull up the bodyglove above his waist, he briefly thought about refusing her help for the sake of his pride, but decided against it remembering that his pride had caused this mess he found himself in.

"Y-yes I'd very much appreciate that." Jaune's face turns crimson. "I-it's a little… tight."

Zhukov chuckled. "You must have gotten a new suit, they tend to be very tight when they just get off the assemble line." She squats down and moves Jaune's hands. "Now let's- oh my!" She looks back up to Jaune. "Congratulations."

Jaune was to mortified to do anything but nod, and be very thankful that his blood rushed to his top head and not his lower one, and wait for what felt like eternity until his bodyglove was on properly, though the Captain stopped him when she saw his armor and weapon.

"Are… are those considered useful in Vale?"

Jaune looked down at his very cheaply made armor and unimpressive sword. "Uh, I guess? It's… kind of all I've got now."

Zhukov nodded before doing an about-face. "Follow me."

Jaune, who was in the middle of putting on his shoes, rushed awkwardly to follow her. "Uh, w-where are we going?"

"To get you some proper armor and weapons."

The Captain brought Jaune back to the Quartermaster, before turning to address him. "Give me your old armor." Jaune did so. "Hmm, decently heavy, and surprisingly sturdy, but even Atlas's surplus is better." She looked back towards Jaune. "Now tell me what weapons you use."

"I, uh, know a little bit about using a sword and shield."

"Is that all."

"W-well I used to hunt with man dad and grandpa back home, so I know the basic of using a bow and a gun."

Zhukov nodded and turned towards the Quartermaster, after a brief exchange she turned back towards Jaune. "You're equipment is being brought to your cage, but leave that sword here, you will be getting a better one."

And so once more Jaune was escorted to his "cage" where his new equipment waited for him. His new equipment consisted of old Atlasian surplus cold weather fatigues with a white flak jacket esc armor and balaclava that had an opening for his eyes and mouth, in truth these fatigues made him look like a White Fang grunt, his weapons consisted of a vambrace, a standard combat knife of Atlasian make.

and retractable sword with three firearms, a hand-cannon of a revolver, an Smg, and a rifle.

"I apologize for the low quality surplus, but you were not cleared for anything…" Zhukov looked for the right word. "Better."

"T-that's fine, but, uh… why are there three guns?" Jaune asked. "Shouldn't I have just gotten one?"

"Normally, yes you would have just received one, but we will need to see if you can shoot more then just a rifle." Zhukov explained. "Now come, I need to see how useful you'll be."

And so once more Jaune followed Captain Zhukov, this time to a range where he was tested on his ability to shoot. The rifle and revolver were similar to the ones he used to hunt with back home, both being essentially militarized versions of common hunting gear, leaving the only real challenge being the Smg. It was a converted carbine with an unusual bullpup magazine that loaded from the top, it official name was M90, but the troops mainly called it the Hurricane, and truthfully the only challenge was getting use to reloading it. After an hour Jaune was deemed competent, he was no sharpshooter but he could at least hold his own now. After his impromptu shooting lesson, the teams from Beacon were called to the vehicle bay to start their mission.

Once both teams were assembled Jaune noticed he was the only one wearing different clothes then he arrived in, the rest simply choosing to wear their normal attire over the bodygloves. Jaune was broken out of his revelry by Captain Zhukov clearing her throat.

"Since you all already know the mission, I will only be going over team composition, the expedition will be split into two groups, Huginn and Muninn squads, team RWBY will be with Huginn and JNPR will be with Muninn. While the main force of the expedition will be in APC's, you all will act as the scouts and vanguards on snow speeders." Zhukov looked around. "Any questions? No. Good, get to your squads, on the double!"

And so the two Beacon teams set off on to their respective squads and started the mission. The mission was only supposed to take a weeks time, any longer and their equipment was liable to freeze, and for the majority of that week nothing happened. But on the sixth night they were ambushed by the White Fang. As it turns out they chose a camp spot that was within spitting distance from a WF Base. The battle was fast paced and chaotic, and in that chaos Jaune was separated from the rest of his team. Just as he managed to locate his team did a group of grunts try and bum rush him.

And so with his only choices being to kill or be killed, Jaune raised his Smg and shot the rushing grunts from the rear to the front, like turkeys. And just as he lowered his gun, he was struck from behind and launched a few meters forward. He turned to face his assailant and saw a mountain of a bear faunas with a tree, not a branch a whole ass tree. With his Smg firmly out of reach Jaune drew his sword and revolver and fired of two of his five rounds toward the bear faunas. The bear faunas did not give the slightest of fucks and charged Jaune, forcing him to duck, weave, and dodge the literal tree.

In that moment Jaune did not, could not, think and solely relied on his meager training and surprisingly his dance moves. Jaune slashed and lashed, rolled and spun, and generally fought not like a man, but like a devil. Finally, with both men covered in bruises and slashes, and panting for breath, the stood still for but a second before charging toward each other in a last ditch effort to make the other poor bastard die for his country and beliefs. Jaune dodged a sluggish swing, lashing out a strike to the mans inner forearms and the back of his calfs, cutting the tendons and forcing the berserker to his knees. With a quick thrust into the back of the berserker head, the skirmish was won, Jaune limped victoriously towards the rest of the expedition.

As he limped towards camp, Jaune saw the outline of Pyrrha and raised his hand and opened his mouth to shout. Only to step on a branch and alert her to his presence, in the blink of an eye Pyrrha turned and fired off a round. And Jaune no longer saw much of anything.

-{O}-

Pyrrha stood alert, waiting, for another attack from the Fang. Just as the emergency bullhead landed she heard a stick break behind her, quickly spinning she saw a grunt with his sword raised and mouth open to shout. She fired of a round, hitting the grunt on the right side of his forehead, she walked a few paces closer to make sure the grunt wasn't about to get up, then suddenly stopped dead in her tracks a few steps away from the body. It wasn't a grunt… it was Jaune, her partner, she shot… her partner. She stood there, rooted to the ground, for an unknowable amount of time, staring at Jaune's corpse.

Suddenly she felt a tug at her arm and muffled shouts, but she wouldn't move. No, she'd stay her with her partner, she would not move, not for anything other than him, she'd move when Jaune moved, and if he didn't… then she wouldn't either. Pyrrha's plans were foiled when a pair of immensely strong arms wrapped around her waist and hoisted her into the bullhead. She like to believe that she kicked and punched and clawed with all her might to try and get back to Jaune. But she didn't, she looked to Jaune whilst in a catatonic state, unable to do anything but reply the moment over and over in her mind.

Finally she was set down I a chair, where all she did was continue to stare at nothing. Until her weapon, still in it's rifle form, was laid in her lap. In an instance all her muscles and limbs headed her commands as she violently hurled her weapon across the bullhead, all the while screaming.

"NO! GET IT AWAY, GET IT AWAY FROM ME!"

-{O}-

A disheveled and unshaven Ozpin read the mission report over again, as he had since the night he had received it a week prior, hoping for a trick of the light, a typo, anything that would make this report false. Alas, there was no such flaws, the student formerly known as Jaune Arc was dead, and it was all his fault. Not only was the death of Jaune his fault, but the collapse of teams JNPR and RWBY as well. Before he could torture himself further, Glynda walked into his office with a stack of manila folders.

"Tell me that you have good news, Please!" Ozpin begged.

But Glynda could only sullenly shake her head. "I… cannot, in fact, the news I have is even worse."

Ozpin slumped his head into his arms. "H-how bad… how bad is it?"

"Somehow the news of Jaunes death has been leaked to the public, and the reception to it is not good."

Ozpin scoffs in defeat. "How could it be anything else? Even though his methods were illegal, his still passed initiation and at worst would have been let off with a warning given his record. Not exactly worthy of becoming a social pariah and relentlessly bullied." Ozpin sighs. "This is just going to make the students look like elitist bullies and sociological isolationists."

"It gets worse, I'm afraid."

"…How?"

"They found out about team RWBY's… escapades. I don't have to tell you how that looks."

"Why do I feel like that wasn't the worst of things to come?"

"Because they are not." Glynda sighs. "The general public is calling for criminal charges to be brought up against team RWBY."

"You haven't spoken about team Jn- RVN." Ozpin said wit growing dread.

"I haven't." Glynda agreed with equal dread. "Mr. Lie seems to be the one least effected by his former leaders passing, but considering how his remaining teammates are taking it, it's not a high hurdle."

"What of Ms. Valkyrie?"

"She has withdrawn herself emotionally from the world around her, I've recommended she seek psychological help from Dr. Oobleck, but I'm not entirely sure if she will."

"And… Ms. Nikos?"

"She's… locked herself in their dorm room and refuses to leave, she's eating thankfully." Glynda quickly added at Ozpins look. "Her teammates are making sure she is, but…" She sighs heavily. "Ozpin, she's… she's broken. There's no other way to say it."

Ozpin sighs heavily as well. "I can't say I'm surprised, she unfortunately was the one to land the 'killing blow' after all." Ozpin slumped over his desk before looking back at Glynda. "Glynda, what are we going to do?"

"I… I don't know, Ozpin, I don't know."

And done, so of course when I set my mind to focus on one story I immediately get the inspiration to write for another story. Sorry if this was a little lack luster, but in my defense this is the third or fourth time I'm trying to write a story like this, there's only so many way a person can write about how a guy gets left for dead before the cliches start becoming more obvious. I hope you all enjoyed and stay tuned for the next chapter.