Seven years had passed since Kebiin had crashed on this new world. In that time, he had learned that the locals were largely human, except for the seemingly human-animal hybrids known as Faunus. They spoke some form of Galactic Basic, but the writing system and characters were different. The planet was known as Remnant, and the animals he had been attacked by when he first arrived were called "Grimm". Even though he had lived alone on the streets for the most part, he knew that there were four settlements, or "kingdoms". The one he had found himself in was called Vale. As far as he could tell, the technology on this world wasn't necessarily primitive, but it wasn't incredibly advanced either. The weapons however, were exceptional. Melee-firearm hybrids weren't uncommon, and he could appreciate how effective and sophisticated they were.

The city of Vale itself definitely had sites to see, but Kebiin never had the opportunity to visit where the rich and middle-class would have lived. He had to live off loans he would have to borrow from local gangs, mafias, and crimelords. When he couldn't take loans, he would have to steal. In his early days on Remnant, he couldn't rely on the Force. Now, it seemed that he had adjusted to the conditions on the planet. Manipulating objects had become a little easier, and he didn't have to support himself solely using the Force in his own body anymore.

Tonight was especially rough. It was almost midnight, and he hadn't eaten in nearly two days. Kebiin walked into an alleyway and sat next to a trash can, trying to use his tattered dark blue cloak to keep the cold away. He heard footsteps approaching, and could sense who they belonged to. Mafia thugs. Even if he couldn't detect them directly through the Force, he could still use it to register the energy known as "aura" the living beings on Remnant had within them. He had failed to pay off his debts last week, and the week before. He knew they would try to make an example of him. He stood up and saw four men in suits. Two of them held pistols, another held a sword, and the last held what looked like a collapsable staff.

"Hey, kid! you missed out on your last payment. The boss doesn't like it when people miss out on their payments."

The man who spoke had a typical gangster accent which Kebiin would have found comical if they weren't ready to break his legs. He stepped out from behind the trashcan and a lifted his pack, swinging it onto his shoulder.

"Guys, can we just let this go?" Kebiin asked timidly. "I didn't take that much money…"

"No can do" one of the gangsters replied. "You hardly ever repay your debts, and we can't allow that to keep happening. You may have gotten some sympathy from us as a kid, but now you're just another young punk who can't pay the money he owes".

"Is that so?" Kebiin said. "Well then I suppose I can't talk my way out of this then!"

Kebiin gripped the trashcan with the Force and hurled it at the gangsters, catching them off guard. He ran down the alley, hoping he could get away in the confusion.

"His semblance is telekinesis! catch him!"

Kebiin ran for a good minute before he was cornered against building by the thugs. He had spent all the energy he had in using the Force and running, and hadn't eaten for two days on top of that. He was in no shape to fight. The thug with the staff swung at his ribs, and Kebiin felt his side crack. He was on the ground, gasping. The others began punching and kicking him while he was on the ground. His face was bloody and he was certain he had several broken bones.

"See kid? this is what happens when you mess with us."

Kebiin coughed and curled up.

"Slanar at halan!" he sputtered.

"What'ja say to us, punk!?"

One of the men with a pistol pointed their weapon at his head, ready to fire. But from a few yards away, he felt another presence. Two in fact, and he started to hear their voices.

"Honestly sir, I have no idea why you decided to go on a midnight stroll in this part of town. It's filthy!". It was a woman's voice.

"It was you who decided to come along Glynda. Besides, It's always nice to visit place you don't normally see." A man's voice replied.

The two figures came into view. A man with white hair wearing a green suit, and a blonde woman wearing a white top and purple cape. The man looked at the scene that was taking place.

"What seems to be the issue here, gentlemen?" The man asked.

The thug with the sword pointed his weapon at him.

"It's none of your business! get out now, or-"

Kebiin sprung up, holding the E-11 that he had taken out of his pack while the thugs were distracted. He clubbed the man with the sword over the head with the handle, knocking him out. The others turned, surprised that their victim was already fighting back. The man with the staff swung again, but Kebiin stepped in and closed the gap between them. He grabbed the thug's wrist, and palm struck his face, breaking his nose. He blocked the incoming fire from the other two thugs with his staff, sweeping one off his feet and breaking the hand of the other with the staff. The thug whose hand he had just broken fell on the floor screaming, while the other stumbled back up and tried to run. The blonde woman pointed what looked like a wand at him, and sent a fireball in his direction. It impacted right in front of him, exploding and sending him flying back to where he tried to run from. He lay on the floor moaning. Kebiin tried to stand up using the staff as a support.

"Are you alright, my boy?" the man asked.

Kebiin's knees shook. The burst of energy he had mustered up with the Force faded. He felt a sharp pain in his right lung and coughed. He covered his mouth with his hand and pulled it back. He saw splatters of blood on his palm, and his vision begun to blur.

"Glynda, call an ambulance!" the man yelled.

"Right away Professor!" The woman replied.

When he came to, Kebiin was in a hospital bed. He instantly jolted up, sputtering Mandalorian.

"Vaii cuy' Ni!? meg ru'banar!? meg cuyir-"

"Relax, boy. You're in the hospital. Glynda and I brought you here. You seemed to have been through a lot."

It was the white-haired man he saw in the alley. He was sitting on a chair next to the hospital bed. He looked friendly enough, but Kebiin had learned people often had an ulterior motive when helping others.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand what language you're speaking. Do you understand me?".

Kebiin relaxed a little. He was hooked up to a machine that was pumping fluids into him, and his ribs and lung felt a lot better.

"Yes… I can understand you" Kebiin said.

"Well that certainly is a relief" the man said. My name Professor Ozpin. I'm the Headmaster of Beacon Academy. Might I ask who you are?"

The Headmaster of Beacon? there was no way, Kebiin thought. Why would the Headmaster of such a prestigious warrior academy be taking a stroll in the trash part of town?

Kebiin hesitated.

"My name… my name's Kebiin. Kebiin Ceibur."

Ozpin straightened his posture.

"Kebiin? that's a rather unusual name."

"It means "blue" in my language." Kebiin said, pointing to his dark blue hair.

"And what language might that be?" Ozpin asked, intruiged.

"It's… from outside the kingdoms. It's what my… village spoke. But…"

Kebiin paused. He wasn't telling a complete lie, but he thought it would be best to adapt his story to fit what would make sense in this world. After all, the best lies always had a little bit of truth in them.

"I see." Ozpin said. "And did your people teach you how to fight like you did the other night? no mere street rat has the skill to disarm a man and deflect bullets."

"Yeah, they did. We needed to know how to fight if we were to live outside civilization."

Ozpin thought for a moment. If this boy came from a village outside the kingdoms and was now alone, he didn't need to ask what had happened to his home. It wasn't uncommon for small settlements to disappear in a single night.

"Well, Kebiin, do you have anywhere where you can stay?"

Kebiin shook his head.

"Then how would you feel about coming to Beacon Academy? you obviously know how to fight, and someone your age needs a proper education, You'd be a bit younger than the other first years, and we're already well into the first semester, but you wouldn't be the first person we've made an exception for this year."

Kebiin was stunned. He had just been invited to join one of the most well-renowned schools for training warriors. He would have food, shelter, an education, and he would be able to honor his Mandalorian heritage and continue learning from Revan like he had been doing previously the past 7 years.

"Sir, are you serious? you want some homeless kid like me to enroll in Beacon Academy?"

"I can see you are a naturally gifted warrior. I didn't need to see you take down a group of thugs to figure that out. I can see it in the way you walk, the way you carry yourself. So what is your decision?"

Kebiin already knew his answer.

"Yes! Professor Ozpin, I accept your invitation!".

Kebiin walked up to the gates of Beacon Academy. It was bright and warm today, with a slight relaxing breeze. He had quickly been discharged from the hospital, and he felt completely refreshed. He had showered, cut his hair so that it was sort of long instead of just really long, and had been given a new change of clothes. He continued forward with all of his personal belongings in his old pack, his lightsaber on his belt, and his newly washed but still tattered cloak thrown onto his back. He couldn't wait to settle in and tell Revan.