Prologue:

Qrow Branwen, the seasoned huntsman with a penchant for trouble, sat in his makeshift office within the bustling halls of Beacon Academy. The walls were adorned with maps, mission reports, and a list of names in his hand. Each name represented a potential recruit, a young hunter or huntress who had caught Qrow's attention.

With a sigh, Qrow ran a hand through his unruly hair, his eyes scanning the list once more. The weight of the world bore down on his shoulders as he contemplated the gravity of his task. Beacon had fallen, and the heroes had turned to shadows, leaving a void that needed to be filled.

"Alright, Qrow," he muttered to himself, a mixture of determination and doubt in his voice. "Time to start building the team that's gonna make a difference."

His finger traced down the list until it settled on the first name: Midnight Karo. Qrow recalled hearing whispers of this individual, tales of a lone warrior clad in black armor, whose skills were whispered about in hushed tones among the underground fighting rings. Intrigued, Qrow decided to seek him out.

The next name on the list was Kera Shadowhart, a talented infiltrator known for her stealth and agility. Her reputation as a skilled operative in the shadows made her a prime candidate for the team. Qrow had heard stories of her ability to slip in and out of even the most fortified locations undetected, leaving chaos in her wake.

Seraphine Larkspur, a healer with a deep connection to nature, was the third name on the list. Her compassion and mastery of the restorative arts were legendary among the healers' circles. Qrow knew that her skills would be invaluable to the team's survival, providing support and keeping their spirits high amidst the darkness.

Lastly, Jax Mercury, a marksman with a fiery spirit and a knack for precision, completed the list. Tales of his legendary shots and his unwavering determination had reached Qrow's ears. The young man had proven himself time and time again, and his skills would be crucial in striking down their enemies from a distance.

With the four names etched in his mind, Qrow rose from his chair, the list clutched tightly in his hand. He made his way out of the office, the weight of the world heavy on his shoulders. As he walked through the halls of Beacon Academy, now a mere shadow of its former glory, his mind buzzed with thoughts of the team he was about to assemble.

"Midnight Karo, Kera Shadowhart, Seraphine Larkspur, and Jax Mercury," Qrow murmured, his voice a mix of anticipation and uncertainty. "Team MJSK (Majestic). Together, we'll forge a path through the darkness and bring about a new dawn for Remnant."

With resolute determination, Qrow Branwen set out to find and handpick the members of Team MJSK, a team destined to rise from the ashes and become the beacon of hope in a world shrouded in despair.

Midnight Karo:

Mistral City, the city of crime and corruption. It made sense that Midnight came here, he could keep a low profile from the major huntsman guilds and disappear in crowded areas like a shadow. Unfortunately for him When Beacon fell during the Vitale Festival, he became one of the most desired mercs by both Huntsman and Huntresses alike. However Midnight always seemed to evade them, but it started getting harder and harder each time. Eventually, though it didn't matter as the one Huntsman he wanted to avoid had found him, Qrow Branwen.

The man had looked worse than the last Midnight saw him. His once short black hair had grown longer and seemed more messy than usual, Qrow's crimson eyes had sunken in like he hadn't slept in days, and he looked older too. His attire changed too, he no longer supported his signature button-up shirt and red cape, but instead, he wore a leather jacket zipped up to his neck a red scarf that looked like a shoulder cape over his shoulder, and long black combat pants and matching Combat boots. He looked around for the dimly lit tavern before his eyes locked on Midnight and started walking over

"You're a hard man to find," he said, "It's almost like you don't want to be found."

Midnight gave a little chuckle, "Maybe that was the point," he waved over one of the waiters of the tavern to the table, "So what the hell do you want?"

Qrow sighed pulling out a silver flask with "Bad Luck Charm" ingrained on the side, he took a long swig of whatever liquid was in it. "Times are changing Midnight, after Beacon fell the forces of Grimm have been mobilizing an-."

"Cut the bull shit Qrow. Ozpin already tried before and my answer will remain the same." Midnight Interrupted as the waiter put a glass of water in front of him. "Look, whatever is happening out there," he took a sip of water, "I want to be left out of it, I appreciate the offer but the answer is no."

Qrow stood from the table, "I understand, but if you change your mind." he slid a small card on the table and left.

"Gods damn it." Midnight cursed softly as he rose from the table, he looked back at the card Qrow set on the table and grabbed it not thinking.

Thirty minutes later Midnight arrived back to his apartment and turning on the VT, it's holographic screen giving off a blue hue that filled the room. Turning it over to the news, "In other news, the Silver Fangs' most recent attack has left the local Huntsman and Huntresses spread thin-" all Midnight wanted from this was to drowned out the silence silence, The Silver Fang hald popped up only a couple months ago as a Splinter cell of the White Fang. Midnight didn't care though, he wasn't a supporter of the things thay where doing, but at some point what else could thay do, peaceful protests didn't work, and hell more and more Faunus where found beaten to death by corrupt Law enforcement, but no one ever looked into it.

Midnight walked into his bathroom and looked into a cracked mirror, he couldn't remember the last time he looked at himself in a mirror. His long Sapphire Blue hair that he always had in a ponytail, piercing amethyst eyes, and strong jawline made him look out of place with other mercenaries not to mention he just turned eighteen two months ago, making him the young professional merc in his guild. He gave a small sigh before throwing his black long coat on the floor and unclipping the underarm section of his combat armor to also throwing that on the floor as well.

After slipping into something more comfortable, he heard a knock on his door. It was late; too late for anyone to be knocking. Knowing this, Midnight grabbed the closest weapon he could find, which happened to be an old knife. He raised it before opening the door. When he opened the door, he revealed Kera Shadowhart standing there. She wore black combat pants, a short black crop top exposing her nicely toned stomach. Her black hair was longer than the last time he had seen her four years ago, and her percing green eyes bore into his.

"Hay Midnight," she said, "Long time no see"