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The works of Rooster-Teeth and their characters are their own and that of the mighty Oum. The only thing I own are the one-shot ideas that popped into my head and whatever OCs I would create for them. This is a work of pure fiction made solely for fun, constructive reviews will be welcomed, flames will be ignored. Any references to characters in real-life or fiction are purely coincidental. If I could make money out of my ideas, it would be nice...
Oum Damn It!
Date Published: 7th October 2017
Title: Universal Hunter (Working Title)
Genre: Action Adventure, Universal Soldier AU. Rated M for lots of blood and violence.
Description:
An elite soldier program was created to protect the 4 Kingdoms in the shadows. Off the books and unknown to public, these soldiers represent the highest level of strength and dedication to the cause of Remnant's protection. But are they prepared when the order is threatened by a group seeking to destroy the kingdom? And for one in particular, is he ready for the truth while facing the darkness?
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It started out like any other day in the small village of Bai-Hai on the outskirts of Mistral, close enough to the sea to get fresh seafood while surrounded by enough trees to provide shelter and a small hill for a vantage point. The adults were going about with their work, getting ready to welcome any new visitors or preparing to leave for trading. The children were running about the area, laughing at every little thing and enjoying the free time before going to the nearby school for learning. The sounds of the livestock were ever present but calming to the residents of the village. The buildings were a little run-down, but this was home to them, and it was peaceful.
Then the bandits came.
There was no warning to their arrival, but once the first kill was made, it took the villagers a few seconds to realize that they were being attacked and started to drop everything in an effort to run from the attackers. Sadly for them, they did not anticipate how many bandits there were as they found themselves surrounded by the masked men. The few who attempted to move past them found spears and swords stabbed into their bodies, thus cowing the others to follow the demands of the bandits.
Except for a group of children that broke off from the group and were now being chased by some of the bandits.
"There they are!" The bandits ran after them, slightly hindered by their large frames as the children used their memories of the area and their years of running around to navigate through the tight alleys and corners in between the houses, making sure not to look behind them for fear of getting caught. They were almost to the entrance of the village when two bandits sprung out from the bushes and cut off their escape, trapping them when the others caught up to them.
"Okay little poppets, you have been bad children~" One of the bandits that sported many broken and yellow teeth leered while playing with a knife. "And naughty children get punished." That cowed most of the children and made them cry in fear, but one little girl in a dirty sundress looked at the man with a defiant glare.
"Oh we got a feisty one here boys here!" The other crackled as the leader came forward with a leer. "Think you are a tough one, little girly?"
"You don't scare me, you are just a big bully!" The eleven-odd year old girl answered back with her hands on her hip.
"A bully huh? Well I guess you are right on that part." The leer went wider as he got closer to her. "But once you get to know me, you will think differently." With that declaration he reached out with his arm and…
'Bang!'
That was the only indicator that something was wrong before one of the bandits dropped to the ground with half of his head blasted off by something. Everyone turned to find someone a few meters away and was now walking to them with slow and steady steps. The person in question was a young man just hitting his early twenties with blond hair that was cut to a style similar to those used in the military, something that was enforced by the military fatigues that had unusual shades of green, brown and white mixed together, with belts of pouches secured to him. He had a desert eagle and a combat knife holstered to his right and one sword on his left, and one rifle slung to his back. His blue eyes were dull and somewhat devoid of life as he looked at them with an almost mechanical air of indifference.
"Who the fuck are you?!" The bandits raised their weapons while the yellow-teethed leader stepped forward with the dagger pointed at the girl. "Don't try to be a hero, pal! One move and the girl gets it!" The blond soldier merely tilted his head and slowly turned to look at the rest, pausing for a moment at the frightened children who were huddled together and had some of the other bandits pointing their spears at them.
"Now why don't you drop the weapons and go on your merry way?" The bandit leader sneered at the blond soldier only to pause at the lack of expression on the soldier's face. Chills went down his spine at the sight of those eyes looking at him with a seemingly dead light, as though he was facing a machine instead of a man.
And it was messing with his mind!
"Look Jar-Head, drop those weapons now or else!" The man did not get to say his speech as the blond soldier seemed to teleport his way in front of him with his sword unsheathed, grab his arm holding the dagger and with unnatural ease, cut it off above the elbow.
"GAH!" The bandit cradled the stump that was bleeding profusely, while the blood-splatted soldier merely tossed away the arm he cut off with his sword before drawing back a fist and delivered it to the bandit's face, breaking his nose and sending him flying to the next house. Without stopping, the blond soldier took his blade and swung at the closest bandit, beheading him quickly and splattering the one next to him with blood. Using the distraction, the soldier pulled out his sidearm and fired off a couple of rounds at him and the other bandits surrounding the children, taking them out easily and giving him the distraction needed to take out the other two nearest to him. The children took the opportunity to run to the nearest house and stayed inside, peering out of the door and windows. The little girl was unfortunately not with them as she tripped in her haste to move, attracting the attention of the last bandit who saw an opportunity.
"Don't move pal!" The last bandit grabbed the little girl and lifted her by the neck, pressing a knife right at her jugular. "Drop the weapons or the girl gets a new piercing!" The soldier slowly turned around to face him, his eyes staring coldly at them without caring about the blood on his face or the bodies around him as he sheathed his sword. Despite him being the good guy, the little girl could not help the whimper that came out of her mouth nor the chills going down her spine as he looked at the both of them with something akin to that of a Grim Reaper.
Death.
"You hear me?! I said!" The bandit did not get a chance to finish his words as the soldier threw a hidden knife from the side which embedded itself into the bandit's head, causing him to lose his grip on the girl and drop to the ground with a shocked expression locked in place. The girl merely got to the ground on her knees, her fear now going on a high as the soldier slowly made his way to her. Without a glance, he walked past her to grab the knife and pulled it out of the man's skull, using the clothes to remove the blood and brain matter stuck on it. After securing it, he turned to face the girl, pausing at her expression. With an odd action that could be interpreted as a sigh, he got up and made his way to one of the overhanging water dispensers from the nearest house and hit the pipe with his fist, releasing its contents all over him to wash away all the blood on him. After a few seconds under it, he stepped out and shook his hair to remove the excess water before looking back at the girl. Walking away from the puddle of blood, he paused in front of her and knelt down slowly on one knee, keeping a steady gaze at her before raising a hand with his palm open to her.
The girl looked to him with a wary expression, as though he would bite her if she tried to go closer. Slowly and haltingly, the girl raised her hand to reach out to his, pausing one last moment to look at him before touching his palm. The blond soldier merely closed his hand gently and pulled her up slowly, making sure she was uninjured. Raising his other hand, he started to pat her head lightly, prompting her to lose her wary expression and smile a little awkwardly due to the odd manner he was doing the action. But the action was what broke the barrier between him and the children as they started to move towards him and surround him. Some were still wary enough to keep a distance, but the rest had their fears sated and were now touching his clothes or pointing at his equipment, the boys being the most obvious.
It took a while to calm them down and gain their trust, but the blond soldier was able to get them to lead him back to the village square where their families were held hostage, with the little girl getting a piggy-back ride after shifting his sword to a different spot. As they neared the area, the soldier raised a hand to stop them from continuing before he took out his gun and snuck his way around a building to check. For a while the children watched him be still and holding his gun high. Then to their surprise, the soldier stood up and holstered his weapon before turning to them and gesturing to them to come over. The children rushed over before looking past the house, their eyes now wide at the sight of the villagers freed and more soldiers dressed in the similar manner standing protectively around the area while the bandits were either tied up or lying on a heap of dead bodies.
"Pirvanti!" A woman broke out of the group and raced to them. The little girl waved enthusiastically at her as the soldier stopped and set her down, letting her run to her mother while the other children ran forward to their other parents. It was for a few moments before some of the children went back to the soldier, drawing the attention of their parents to him for the first time. Some were more wary and pulled their child closer to them, while some of the more relieved came to him and shook his hand with tears down their faces.
Unfortunately their joy was put on hold when some of the houses at the far ends collapsed and the roars of monsters filled the air.
"Incoming Grimm!" Someone shouted but that incited another round of panic among the villagers who cried out in fear as the recognizable sounds of Beowolves, Nevermores and Ursas rang out in the open field. But amidst of this chaos, the oddly dressed soldiers looked to the direction where the Grimm were coming through with an expression that was totally void of any emotion. Without a word, seven of them went to the front of the group and aimed their weapons just as the first sighting of the Grimm could be seen at the far end of the village. They waited with stoic expressions as more appeared by the second and were stampeding their way towards them and the villagers, whom were now yelling at the soldiers to shoot the Grimm. The creatures were halfway to them when the soldiers fired off the first rounds of ammunition.
And the starting result could only be described as a massacre.
Scores of Beowolves and Ursas got mowed down by the dozens as the soldier wielding the Gatling Gun went to town with them, bullet shell casings dropping to the ground and piling around his feet. Those that somehow managed to avoid the shots by using the corpses of their brethren were introduced to grenades thrown at them. The Nevermores fared a little better due to their aerial advantage but soon fell victim to an almost obscene number of bullets and missiles used by soldiers situated a little way behind the first line of defense. The expressions on that particular group could only be described as utterly bored of their win above them.
The villagers cheered loudly as they watched the remaining Grimm starting to escape with their tails between their legs, with the children easily being the loudest. But that got cut short with the roars of something huge coming their way. With wide eyes of fright, they turned to the far east of the village where they witnessed their houses demolished by the heavy weight class of Land Based Grimm.
Goliath. More specifically, two of them which were standing side by side as they stared at them with a long gazing stare with their crimson eyes.
The villagers screamed as they started to run away from them, but the soldiers themselves stepped forward to face the Goliaths, their weapons primed and pointed at the Grimm. In response the two Grimm let out a roar before charging forward, their feet trampling everything in their path. As the distance shortened, the first line of soldiers began to unleash their ammunition at them, aiming mostly at the legs to slow them down. It took a while, but one of the Goliath started to slow down and before long, its knees buckled from the deep wounds at its knees.
And that gave it a wide opening for the soldiers to take.
A group of five soldiers shot forward, the blond soldier bringing up the rear with his sword. They fell upon the Goliath and proceeded to deal out heavy damage with their respective weaponry. The biggest soldier armed with mechanical gauntlets proceeded to break off one of the tusks and used it to stab the hind legs of the Goliath, forcing it to the ground and for it to start thrashing wildly on the ground. Two of the soldiers armed with plasma blades went to the underbelly and with a great deal of strength, stabbed them into it and pulled in opposite directions, releasing its putrid contents to the world. The fourth member came up with a big blaster and proceeded to fire upon the Goliath's mask to make huge cracks in it. The Grimm swung its trunk in an attempt to crush him, but the soldier merely leaped back and blasted the appendage off, leaving the creature vulnerable to the blond soldier who came up close and stab the blade deeply into the gap. With a twist of the handle, Fire Dust poured through the wound and ignited the head completely, causing the eyeballs to erupt and spread its juices around the area. The soldier held on as the creature tried its hardest to be free from him and the others, but its movements slowly dwindled and ceased within a few seconds.
The blond soldier pulled out his sword and leaped off the slain Goliath, turning his head to find another group having taken down the other one without too much issues. He slowly walked back to the safety zone to find the villagers a little rattled but alive, and were now looking at them with eyes of fear and awe.
Their expressions continued on as some air-ships of unusual design and color appeared above them and landed in the open field near the village, some of which were recognizable to the villagers as that from their government. Those that had a white cross on the wings opened up their doors to show medical staff who came out to them and started to check on the wounded villagers. Another set of doors from a different group of air-ships opened up to show some of the local soldiers coming over to relieve them of the bandits, and finally one of the unknown planes opened their doors to reveal one general in white military fatigues and bearing one insignia on his beret. He stepped forward with power strides and paused in front of the soldiers who at this point had come forward and stood at formation.
"Good work men!" The general called out to them as they saluted. "The mission is a success. Return to base immediately! Go get yourself a good rest!"
"HOO-RAH!" The soldiers called out before they started to march in rows to their respective ships. The blond soldier brought up the rear of his company and was a few meters away from the ship to be boarded when he heard a voice called out to him. Pausing just outside of the ship's entrance, he turned to find the little girl run up to him. She paused roughly a foot away to catch her breath before looking up at him and lifting her arm to reveal a sunflower in her hand.
"Thank you mister!" The girl held up the flower while offering a toothy smile. The blond soldier looked at her while tilting his head to the side, then slowly getting down on one knee to level his head at her, he reached to take the flower with one hand and gently patted her head with another, somewhat mindful of the blood stain on his hand and making sure it does not get on her hair. The little girl giggled as his hand tickled her head slightly and she saw how awkward he was trying to touch her hair. With a light nod, he stood back up and made his way into the carrier, pausing to look at her and the children who came alongside and waved at him, before going inside and shutting the door. With a huge burst of air that blew leaves and grass in their direction, the carrier hovered and turned to face the open forest. The girl used her hands to protect her eyes from the leaves and tried to look at the ship that carried her hero.
The last thing she saw before the carrier flew off was the image of a Gatling gun with a sun on the left and a crescent moon on the right imprinted boldly on the side.
=()=
(1 hour later)
"All soldiers are accounted for, General. Zero casualties on their part and few casualties on the civilian's side, mostly due to the bandits." An operator dressed in dark office wear and her hair tied into a bun reported as she looked through the information with her monitor. "There are a couple of injured soldiers but their wounds are relatively minor."
"Good." General James Ironwood nodded his head lightly as he looked at the monitors displaying the footage of the recent assault, mentally approving of the efficiency of the soldiers and the swift take-downs on both the bandits and the Grimm. "And the villagers?"
"They are shaken but grateful for the saving. They are also happy for the construction crew to help rebuild their homes and include some of the security fencing." The operator replied as she brought up a screen with a form print out. "Thankfully we have the Mistral Government's permission to do so, and with this operation, we kill two birds with one stone."
James nodded again while lightly sighing mentally with relief. Truth be told, no matter how many operations he had done, it was always a little more assuring and comforting to hear the people voiced their positive if not honest opinions. "How was the soldiers' timing? Anything need to be noted?"
"A decent fifteen minutes since the start of the mission. They shaved off ten full minutes from their previous records with fewer numbers." The operator answered back. "Then again, this is relatively easy compared to dealing with a Grimm Horde back in Vacuo."
"True, although we got a chance to demonstrate their strengths against two Goliaths, we would need to run a few more live simulations to get a decent baseline for all of them." James nodded in agreement as he looked through the data displayed on the monitors. "How about the response to them?"
"That is a mix bag." The operator brought up several windows featuring footage from both on-board cameras and tracking drone cameras. "Most were received with average responses, but there are a few that scared the civilians away." One window popped up to show one soldier dealing out unnecessary force to one of the bandits, with an expression of almost gleeful sadism present on his face. "Like that guy, he has been displaying an unusual thirst for blood for the past couple of tours."
"That is not acceptable." James frowned heavily at the information. This was not a good thing if soldiers were seen attacking with such brutality, it would only breed more negativity to draw the Grimm to them. Something caught his eye that prompted him to lift his finger and point at one of the monitors that featured the blond soldier accepting the flower from the little girl. "What is the news on that one?"
"Ah, that guy? He is quite popular with the kids evidently." The operator gave an amused smile as she replayed that footage. "Seems in the few tours he has been to, he is always the first one to help the children and the one they keep sending their gratitude to. Certainly, a lot more than the other soldiers, that much I can tell you."
James kept up a thoughtful expression as he processed that information. "No other soldier got this type of response?"
"Unless you count getting splattered with eggs, guts and the occasional acid spills, knife stabs and whatever people throw at them, nope." The operator replied. "There are some who are received a bit better than others, but our friend here is the only one thus far who has the most favorable reputation with the civilians, mostly with the local children."
"I see." A beeping ring-tone prompted him to take out his scroll and check the caller. "It seems the lab techs are starting the cleansing program. Could you save the footage for me?"
"Understood General." The operator went about gathering the footage while James proceeded to exit the operations room and made his way to the cryo-chambers to inspect the soldiers. This mission was not normally something he would participate in, but considering the stakes at hand and how he was one of the few who pushed for a stronger response against the threat of the Grimm and terrorists, this was something he had a vast investment in.
It did not take him long to reach the room where the soldiers were being held for checkups after their missions. James paused to ensure his coat was firmly on before he opened the door, the light hissing of the door to alert the people inside the room that the air tight seal was broken and that someone had entered. He lightly nodded at the few workers who paused to salute him, his eyes roaming at the tables where test-tubes, beakers of fluids and documents pertaining to the project were kept neatly while monitors were displaying vitals and other information regarding the soldiers sent on the mission.
The general made his way to the end of the room where a steel door was being guarded by two regular soldiers. The soldiers saluted him before going to their respective consoles to place their palms on them. A blue light lit up from the top and went down to scan their palm prints, before the consoles lit up with a positive green, unlocking the door loudly as the cold air issued from it, giving the impression of something bordering on 'mad scientist' was inside.
In that regard, one would be correct.
James stepped through the door and paused in the corridor as the door closed shut and jets of air blasted through small nozzles to remove any foreign particles on him. After a few seconds they stopped and the light at the end lit green before the wall opened up slowly to reveal the final destination for him. Ironwood slowly walked to the open room and paused to look at the sight before him.
Rows upon rows of cryo-pods, each containing a body that is floating in some sort of clear liquid, their faces totally void of expressions as they sleep while in another room not too far from him, several bodies dressed in skin-tight suits were hung by an apparatus around their backs and slowly moved to another room, supposedly for more testing, making the entire scene a little disturbing for the uninitiated. James took a moment to check his scroll for any last-minute messages before proceeding to the room where the lab technicians were checking on the soldiers who had participated in the mission.
"General Ironwood." One of the technicians spotted him and called out for the others to stop temporarily to salute him.
"At ease. Are you starting the process?" The general asked while looking at the soldier they were currently tending to on a suspended platform.
"Yup, we are just starting it now." That guy motioned to the others to start taking off the components and clothing off the soldier, leaving him in his boxers while taking care to catalog which item was damaged. Once the suit was removed, they peeled back an underlying cover of some broken flesh to reveal some small tubing and wires clearly weaved into the flesh.
"That seems to be quite an injury, would it be a problem?" James looked at the wires with a clinical eye.
"It is just a flesh wound, no major damage to the circuits." The technician handling the equipment checks answered from his work table. "We just need to clean the wound before placing him back into the cryo-pod to heal. He will be clean as a fiddle by the morning."
"Okay, how about the psychometric readings, is he safe?" James asked remembering the footage of the sadistic soldier. Seemingly understanding what he was worried of, the second technician paused his recording to bring up a screen with the vitals.
"For this soldier, the readings are normal, no abnormalities." The technician spoke as he manipulated the data. "If you are worried of the one that showed unusual aggression earlier in the mission, we have him in stasis and being checked in the next room." He gestured with his pen to another clear room where Ironwood could see the subject in question in a similar state as the one before him but with the addition of steel cuffs locking his limbs to the platform while an odd-looking contraption was scanning his head, supposedly to check the brain patterns.
"That is good, I want that one checked thoroughly." James approved of their action and looked around for one more person of interest.
"If you are looking for tall, blond, and popular with the kids, he will be in that room." The technician pointed to a third room where the blond soldier was supposedly being housed in.
"I wish to see him. Is it possible?" James knew that as the highest-ranking personnel, he should be allowed whether they want to or not, but he felt it was politer and more assuring for the technicians to show he was willing to play by their rules, and it showed well. The lead technician motioned to the one who had finished his task to aid the general with his request.
"This way, General." The technician entered a few codes and scanned his eye before opening the door and letting James walk through the room. James walked in to find the subject in a similar state as the rest, but his seemed to be more 'relaxed' if the classical music playing from the nearby radio, the faint scent of aromatics, that one flower from the girl watered and in a vase, and most notably, the lack of restraints were of any indication.
"Music seems to work wonders for him." The technician remarked as he went to the monitor and brought up the data screens. "Some of the soldiers have some sort of item that works for them to actually recover and heal faster. For this fellow, music from Mistral and Vale seems to work best for him. The scent dispenser is another thing that calms him down."
"Is this common?" James blinked at that tidbit of information.
"Well it depends on the generation." The technician explained as he checked the readings. "Our friend belongs to the Beta Generation, the second group after the Alpha Prototypes. These guys seemed to be susceptible to music and after testing them out, we find that each of them have some preference to one genre or so. Blondie here likes two, so it definitely helps to keep him under with music. Certainly helps us as well, keeps things from getting boring." The technician snorted as he looked to the soldier. "And at least his taste is a lot better than the mad soldier back there, his is Heavy Vacuo Metal of all things."
"I see." James looked around the room, noting the difference from the others. "Regarding this particular soldier, why is he the only one that interacts with the children?"
"I think his past might provide some answers." The technician typed a few buttons to display the information on the big screen for the general to view while he explained.
"Subject FN-1025-B12, the twelfth of the Beta Generation. Original name: Jaune Arc, only son of Nicolas Arc and Juniper Arc, and brother to seven sisters." The technician paused briefly to nod at the General who looked at him with a wide mouth. "Yes, it is true sir, his parents pumped out a lot of kids."
"Okay~" Normally James would not be caught off guard by the most trivial of information, but the sheer notion of a family having one son and SEVEN DAUGHTERS was something that boggled his mind, and made the general feel the slightest bit of sympathy for the soldier in the room with them.
'God knows the guy needed more testosterone in his life. And I pity the father as well.'
"Age at the time of collection was 17. Of all the soldiers in the Beta Generation, Jaune here is the first of the few civilians to be inducted to the program. Apparently, the cause of death was a stabbing to the abdomen that lead to excessive bleeding." The technician let out a whistle as he read the report. "Despite being a civilian with minimal fighting experience, Jaune was able to take on an entire street gang with only a lead pipe and his bare hands. The gang in question used to be one of the biggest and one of the most notorious groups around." He pressed a button to show photos of what appeared to be the aftermath of said fight. "He went down swinging all right, took the entire gang of 100 out with him and exposing one of the biggest drug trafficking and human smuggling on the streets. Got a post-humorous award of bravery for his efforts."
James looked to the photos in question, noting the somewhat meticulous manner the gang was taken out, then he looked at the report that described through eye-witness reports and security footage how the soldier was able to take them out on his own. "But how does this tie in with his connection with the kids?"
"Evidently, he went after the gang after they assaulted one of his sisters, one Janette Arc at the age of eleven at that time." The technician shook his head in disgust at reading the assault reports. "They were one of the Faunus extremist gangs that came around the time White Fang started to get violent. They went about attacking a school full of primary school kids and she got a blow to the head and several broken ribs. She barely survived that. The rest were not so lucky." He turned to look at the General. "Guess we know this guy's motivation for saving kids."
"Does every soldier have some sort of quirk?" James asked as he processed everything he knew about the soldiers, thinking it was odd for them to display diverse traits.
"For the time being, it is restricted to a few in Beta Generation and one in Alpha." The technician answered. "Our guess is that some of their last memories got translated to their current behavior patterns. If they are placed in situations close to their memories, they would unconsciously reenact that scene with whatever mindset or emotions." He motioned to the blond soldier. "For this fellow, it is definitely the sight of children in danger that triggers off his memories and turns him into their own guardian angel."
"Hmmm." James frowned lightly as he considered this new bit of information. Based on what he understood about the project, the soldiers were to be clinically dead and to have undergone a procedure that effectively removed all memories from their minds to ensure no interference, but if this was considered more psychological than physical, this makes the soldiers notably unstable since no one would know what would be the trigger for them to go past their programming.
"If you are worried about their supposed triggers, I can assure you we have placed in some safeguards when we found out about it." The technician said as he watched the general. "Depending on the subject in question, we placed more restrictions to ensure they do not go past their programming."
"Is it working?" James asked with a raised eyebrow.
"To an extent." The technician admitted. "Like our friend in cuffs back there, there are a few who seemed to have increased aggressiveness in their actions and they tend to only show under certain situations that we have yet to simulate. It is those types that make it hard to find them until they are in the field. Jaune here is one of the few who do not display heightened aggression or recklessness, rather it steers more into protectiveness to certain individuals."
"With your permission, General Ironwood, is it possible to hold off on the next few missions so that we can run tests on the soldiers to find out who else has the symptoms and preferably take those with anger issues out for further fixing? I get that we need these soldiers out on the field quickly and all, but I would prefer having soldiers who are more compliant and less violent." The technician gave his opinion to the general. James paused as he considered his options. He was hoping to get more field experience for the soldiers but if they were to display some irregular behavior during their missions, the program could be canceled before it can even begin. People need assurance, and he hoped this project would aid in that assurance.
"You have raised some good points. Very well, please inform your supervisor to see me later so that we can discuss on the adjustments and whatever matters which are necessary for this project." James told the technician. "You can come along as well since you have given me some insight about this issue, I will have one of my aides as well so that we can have some fresh perspectives."
"Understood, General Ironwood. Thank you for your consideration." The technician made his way out of the room to inform the supervisor while James turned to Jaune still in stasis, completely oblivious to the world around him.
"You are a brave soldier to protect your sister despite your lack of fighting ability. We would need that type of bravery and dedication around here more than ever with the threats to Remnant." James spoke out aloud as he watched the soldier take deep breaths while the last of his wounds closed off to leave behind light bruising, proof of the regeneration process completing its cycle.
"The Universal Hunters Program will surely aid the Four Kingdoms greatly in the future."
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Hello there, here is another idea for the think-tank, this time set in an AU inspired by the Universal Soldier Films (I prefer the first one, the rest seemed corny). Jaune is a super soldier in this story (he is the main character after all), while one of his sisters will be the one going to Beacon. The idea will be to show the darker aspects of the kingdoms and their governments, the flawed ideals of Ironwood's and the general reaction of the public and the teams finding out about the program. There might be hints of Ozpin having some hand in it, but that would be up to debate.
As always, please review and let me know if you want more of this, either as one-shot chapters or as an actual story.
And I put my pen down for now.