The Grimm Story of Jack Marston's Redemption

Chapter 7


Winter time 1910. One year before federal agent Edgar Ross kidnapped Jack and Abigail and forced John Marston to hunt down his gang only for him to be betrayed by the Agent and killed too.

There was currently two and a half feet of snow on the ground at Breecher's Hope. The mid-day sun was blotted out by grey skies and what chores could be done were finished. Jack Marston was currently doing something with his father he never expected to, Building a snowman. But when John Marston got involved it usually meant shooting something.

Which is exactly what they were going to do.

"Son, someday this ranch will all be yours, and you'll have your own family then. You must protect them."

Jack nodded before smirking "Alright Pa, by the way, is there anything you don't like shooting".

Realizing his son's attempt at humor John smirked back "Not really".

John shoved an old pitted coffee cup where the snowman's 'heart' would be.

"Isn't that uncle's cup?"

"Shhh".

The two strode back about ten paces from their freshly constructed target before Jack centered himself in front of it and his father beside him.

"Now, son," John spoke his voice firm, "you've become a fine shot with a shotgun and a rifle. But today, I'm gonna teach you something different. Sometimes, you won't have the luxury of time to line up a shot. Sometimes, you've got to draw and fire, praying you're faster than your opponent."

Jack nodded and squared himself to the target. He pulled the glove of his gun hand off before taking a stance with his hand hovering near his revolver.

"Focus on your target, like it's the only thing that matters in this world." his father's words echoed in the frosty air.

Jack took a deep breath, his gaze unwavering as he fixated on the center of the cup. Time seemed to slow down as if the world around him melted away. Everything blurred into a fiery orange his father's firm hand landed on his shoulder, signaling him to draw.

With lightning reflexes, Jack's hand wrapped around the revolver's handle. He cocked the hammer, his arm locked at his hip. Without a moment's hesitation, he squeezed the trigger, his eyes never leaving the cup embedded in the snowman's chest.

A deafening bark erupted from the revolver. The sharp crack of the gunshot shattered the serene winter air, sending a shockwave of sound echoing through the quiet landscape.

A metallic thunk reverberated through the winter silence, echoing their triumph.

Father and son walked to their target where Jack pointed to the hole right in the center of the base of the cup.

John looked at his son and smiled "Now that is accurate".

The dream of one of the few happy moments of Jack's young life was interrupted by the chiming of his scroll.

Jack sat upright with a start. "Pa!," Realizing where he was Jack looked at the still-ringing scroll like it had insulted him before hastily struggling to shut it off and throwing it into a stack of feed bags.

"Damn it!" Jack shouted in exasperation"It was just a dream".

Jack let out a weary sigh before gathering the necessary supplies for the day. He made his way to the locker room to retrieve his school uniform and take a much-needed shower. Beacon's stables were clean Jack made sure of that, and they were air-conditioned, but they were still stables.

After said shower Jack was standing in front of the mirror of the restroom of the first-year dormitory, Jack adjusted his tie and straightened his jacket. His reflection stared back at him, filled with regret and self-disgust. He couldn't help but think of the lies he had told Edgar Ross's wife, the dark path he had walked as a member of the Glanton Gang, and the trail of destruction they had left in their wake under the orders of a corrupt government.

The bitter taste of those memories filled Jack's mouth, a constant reminder of his past sins.

"Ma's probably rolling in her grave," he muttered to himself, the weight of his actions heavy on his shoulders.

Today marked his first day at Beacon Academy, an opportunity for redemption and a chance to leave his mistakes behind.

Emerging from the bathroom, Jack almost collided with Ruby, who was coming out of the girl's bathroom. Startled, she apologized profusely. Her silver eyes widened with surprise and genuine concern.

Jack waved off her apology, a small smile playing on his lips. "No harm done, Ruby. I was just lost in thought."

Ruby's expression shifted to one of shame as she glanced towards the floor. "Jack, I'm sorry you had to sleep outside last night. I should have said something."

Her words caught Jack off guard. It had been a long time since someone had shown genuine concern for him since someone had cared enough to acknowledge his hardships. Gratitude welled up within him as he gave Ruby a warm, appreciative smile. "Hey, it's alright. I've slept in worse places."

Ruby looked up at him, her silver eyes still filled with a hint of guilt. "But you shouldn't have to. You're a part of team RWBY and I should've made sure you were comfortable."

Jack's smile widened. "I appreciate that, Ruby. I don't want to be a burden. Besides, I'm used to fending for myself. Not to mention that room seemed cramped as it is" Jack said as he pointed to the half-open door where much of the girl's belongings could be seen strewn all over the floor most of it white suitcases that he suspected belonged to Weiss.

She chuckled sheepishly. "Heh, yeah I guess you're right. We're about to start decorating, wanna help?"

Jack scoffed good-naturedly "I'd be more of a hindrance in that endeavor I'm afraid".

Ruby smiled and rolled her eyes "Alright spoilsport, Just remember our first class is Grimm studies with Professor Port at nine".

"Thanks, Ruby. I appreciate it, see ya later" Jack replied gratefully.

Heading towards the cafeteria for a quick breakfast before his first class, Jack decided it wouldn't hurt to be early. After a few minutes of walking, he found the classroom with relative ease and settled into a seat a few rows away from the front. As more students trickled in, none of them seemed familiar to Jack.

With a swift flick of his wrist, Jack Marston revealed his pocket watch, the chain dangling from his uniform vest. As it swung through the air around the back of his hand, the timepiece popped open when it met his palm. The hands pointed to eight fifty-seven, and his team was nowhere to be seen. Not even JNPR had arrived yet. Jack suspected that Ruby and Yang had been caught up in their world of decorations, the kind of thing he imagined they would enjoy.

Just as the universe seemed to align, the door burst open, and Ruby and her team stumbled in, gasping for breath. Their disheveled appearances only added to the chaos. Ruby's eyes locked with Jack's, and she led her team over to where he sat.

"Thanks for holding our seats, Jack," Ruby managed to say between breaths.

Jack nodded, a sly smirk creeping onto his face. "No problem. Did you have fun decorating?" he asked.

"Absolutely! We even managed to construct the most awesome bunk beds!" Ruby exclaimed with joy, taking a seat beside Jack, with Weiss joining them on his right. Blake and Yang settled on his left.

Jack raised an eyebrow, genuinely impressed. "You built bunk beds in such a short time? That's quite the feat," he remarked, his concern for the stability of their creations hiding beneath his words.

"Looking quite dapper, cowboy," Yang playfully teased at the sight of Jack in his school uniform compared to his usual rugged appearance.

"I must admit, a trim would do wonders to keep you from looking like a bandit," Weiss snarkily added.

Jack couldn't help but roll his eyes, a chuckle escaping his lips.

If only you knew Jack thought.

Before they could exchange more banter, a thunderous voice echoed through the classroom.

"Good morning, class! I am Professor Port, your instructor for Grimm Biology today. Give me a moment, and we'll begin the lecture," the ironically portly man announced.

Professor Port stood tall and dressed in a double-breasted burgundy suit with gold piping and buttons. His pants were tucked into olive boots that resembled cavalry boots. But what caught Jack's attention the most was the magnificent, albeit obnoxious, mustache that adorned the professor's face.

Professor Port started sketching various renditions of Grimm on the blackboard, along with a few additional notes. Jack took out his notebook and began copying down the sketches. Glancing to the side, he noticed Ruby already dozing off, her head propped on her hand.

Turning back to the class, Professor Port began his lecture with enthusiasm.

"Monsters, demons, and prowlers of the night! The creatures of Grimm have been given many names. But I simply refer to them as prey! Huzah!" he exclaimed, expecting a laugh that never came.

Ruby jolted awake as her head slipped from her hand, trying to act as if she hadn't been sleeping.

Undeterred by the lack of response, Professor Port continued, "And it is upon graduation from this prestigious academy that you, too, shall become the hunters and huntresses of these treacherous beasts!"

Sure, honor and glory and all that, Jack thought skeptically.

"Now, as I was saying, Vale, along with the other three kingdoms, is a veritable safe haven in this dangerous world. Our planet is teeming with creatures that would love nothing more than to tear you apart."

No kidding, I barely arrived five minutes before they tried to make a meal out of me, Jack thought, recalling his arrival in Remnant.

"But fear not, for that is where we, the huntsmen and- huntresses, come in," Professor Port said, making a clicking sound with his tongue.

Jack couldn't help but notice a few nervous chuckles from Yang and some of the other female students.

Come on, man, some of these girls could be your daughters, or in Ruby's case, granddaughters. Show some dignity, Jack thought, shaking his head slightly.

Port bulled onward "-individuals who have sworn to protect those who cannot protect themselves. From what you ask? Why the very world of course".

A student in the back row shouted in agreement much to the rest of the class's chagrin. Even Port looked at him strangely before continuing.

"That is what you're training to become. But first a story.

Here we go. Jack thought.

"A story of a young, handsome man - me ".

As Port rambled, Jack sighed through his nose as he realized he would not be learning anything useful. Jack then heard some giggling from Ruby beside him. He turned to the smaller girl, and she noticed him looking. Ruby held up a piece of paper she had been scribbling on, the 'picture' was a round ball with a crude copy of ports mustache and stink lines over the top and 'Professor poop' scribbled under it.

Jack gave a small smirk and nudged Ruby's arm. His face had a look that said 'pay attention'. Ruby went back to watching Port's lecture but soon began to goof off again.

"Despite smelling of cabbages my grandfather was a wise man 'Peter' he told me" Port continued rambling.

Jack really couldn't blame Ruby for goofing off Port's stories seemed as endless as they were self-aggrandizing. Though Jack noticed Weiss seemed to be fuming near Ruby.

Mercifully Port began to wind down his lecture. "A true huntsman must be honorable! A true huntsman must be dependable! A true huntsman must be strategic, well-educated, and wise... So whom amongst you thinks they embody these traits".

Weiss's hand shot up "I Do Sir".

Port waved her on "Come face your opponent".

Weiss Stomped off to the locker room to change into her combat attire. After a few moments, Weiss stalked back into class and stood at the front of the room holding her rapier with a confident posture.

Port sauntered to the back of the classroom, a mischievous grin on his face, pushing a sheet-covered box to the center of the room. The ominous rattling and growling from within hinted at the presence of a caged Grimm.

"Come on, Weiss!" Yang's voice boomed with excitement.

Blake, usually reserved, couldn't help but crack a rare smile as she waved a comically small 'RWBY' flag. "Fight well," she encouraged.

"Represent Team RWBY!" Ruby's enthusiastic shout resonated through the room, though Weiss couldn't help but snap at her in annoyance.

"Ruby, I'm trying to concentrate," Weiss scolded, a pang of remorse hitting her as she noticed the hurt in Ruby's eyes.

Interrupting their bickering, Port raised a blunderbuss with a massive double axe blade, bringing it down with a resounding thud on the cage lock. The door swung open, setting free a ferocious Boarbatusk that charged towards Weiss.

Caught off guard by the sudden onslaught, Weiss managed to sidestep, her rapier grazing the beast's armored flank to little effect. Port couldn't contain his uncanny joviality as he exclaimed, "HA HA! Weren't expecting that, were you?"

Ruby, ever the supportive teammate, cheered Weiss on, "Hang in there, Weiss!"

Weiss, despite battling a demonic boar, turned to glare at Ruby, giving the Boarbatusk the perfect opportunity to strike. Reacting too slowly, Weiss lifted her sword to defend herself at the last second, but the Grimm boar crashed through her guard, disarming her and sending her flying across the room.

"Now that you no longer have your weapon, what will you do?" Port's voice rang out, his usual demeanor intact.

Gathering herself, Weiss stood up, determination in her eyes as the demon pig charged once more. With lightning-fast reflexes, she dove and rolled out of harm's way, narrowly avoiding the charging Grimm. The boar crashed into a solid wooden desk, twitching and writhing on the ground.

Using a burst of her glyphs, Weiss swiftly dashed toward her fallen weapon, retrieving it in one fluid motion.

Ruby, standing next to Jack, urged her teammate, "Weiss! Go for its belly! There's no armor underneath!"

Frustration and anger welled up within Weiss as she shouted, "Stop telling me what to do!".

Ruby shrank like a kicked puppy under the weight of Weiss's seething wrath. Though her anger was not truly directed at Ruby, she became the unfortunate target of Weiss's frustration. Jack, a stranger to Remnant and its wonders, watched in a mix of confusion and awe as the scene unfolded before him amid Professor Port's enthralling Grimm Biology class.

Is this what school is like? Thank God Mother kept me out of it like she had Jack thought to himself.

The air crackled with tension as the Boarbatusk emitted a spine-chilling, otherworldly screech, signaling its relentless charge. The nefarious swine rolled itself into a menacing ball, hurtling towards the Schnee heiress with alarming velocity.

Weiss, undeterred by the imminent danger, assumed a poised fencing stance, ready to parry the Grimm creature's assault with her trusty sword. But fate had a cruel twist in store for Jack, one he should have foreseen. The boarbatusk crashed headlong into one of Weiss's meticulously crafted glyphs, causing it to careen backward in a disoriented frenzy.

Seizing the opportunity with lightning reflexes, Weiss summoned another glyph above her and leaped towards it with a graceful, mid-air flip. As her boots made contact with the glyph, its icy blue hue transformed into a foreboding shade of black, and she was propelled downwards like a vengeful avenging angel, descending upon her demonic prey.

With a few pathetic squeals of despair, the Grimm beast succumbed to its inevitable demise, its form dissolving into ethereal smoke. Weiss, her chest heaving with exertion, rose to her feet, desperately attempting to regain her composure in the aftermath of her triumph.

"Bravo, Bravo, It appears we are in the presence of a true huntress in training everyone" Port exclaimed with an exuberance and tone that would rival the theater in Saint-Denis.

Weiss had gathered herself and glowered at Ruby one final time before storming out of the room.

"What's her deal," Jaune said.

Ruby quickly gathered her things and zipped out of the room after her partner.

"Well that's not going to end well" Yang quipped.

"I'd wager not," Jack said as he rubbed his chin. Jack gathered his belongings and walked up to Professor Port who was at his desk doing some paperwork.

"Excuse me, sir," Jack inquired, his voice filled with urgency. "I need to replenish my ammunition from initiation. Any idea where I can get some?"

Professor Port turned to face Jack, a knowing smile peeking out from his mustache. "Ah, Mr. Marston," he began, his voice booming with authority. "You can acquire ammunition from the school armory, which is conveniently located next to the combat class and the weapons workshop. Just down the hall a little ways and to the right, right by the locker room".

Unfortunately for Jack, Professor Port couldn't resist adding, "I oversee the weapons workshop and weapon maintenance class, so you're in good hands."

Jack nodded his thanks, eager to end the conversation before it veered into another lengthy lecture. He had intended to tip his hat as a gesture of gratitude, but his beloved headwear was locked away in his locker. Instead, he simply nodded and turned to make his way to the door.

As he walked, Jack found himself beside Blake, who had been listening in on the conversation. Curiosity piqued, she asked, "Where are you headed?"

"Armory," Jack replied, his voice tinged with anticipation. "I need to restock on supplies and maybe get some target practice before the next class. Speaking of which, what's our next class?".

Blake pulled out her book and began to walk, answering without missing a beat. "Combat class. But we still have a little over an hour before it starts."

"Alright, see you there," Jack said.

Blake nodded in acknowledgment, her attention already drawn back to her book as she walked away.

As Jack continued down the hallway, he couldn't help but overhear Weiss's voice, filled with icy disdain, most likely directed at Ruby.

"Ozpin made a mistake," Weiss spat, her anger palpable as she stormed out of the room and into the outside world.

Jack felt a flame of anger ignite within him, but he caught sight of Professor Ozpin stepping out from a nearby hallway, engaging Ruby in conversation. Realizing that Ruby would be in better hands talking to Ozpin, Jack decided to put his own emotions aside and carried on toward the armory.

Not long after, Jack reached a pair of imposing double doors, each one adorned with a distinct label. One proclaimed "combat class," while the other boasted "shop class." Just beyond them, a door with a barred window beckoned, its sign gleaming with promise: "armory."

Approaching the window, Jack rang the bell on the counter, the sound echoing through the air. An elderly-sounding voice responded from the depths of the room.

"Hold your horses, young whippersnapper!"

After a few moments, an elderly gentleman emerged, his balding head crowned with gray hair and his face etched with lines of wisdom. He sported a green shirt tucked into a red apron, paired with gray pants, a true veteran of his craft.

"What can I do for you, young man?" the old-timer inquired.

"Uh, do you happen to have any Forty-four dust rounds?" Jack asked politely.

"Just the Forty-four, or do you fancy the Special or Magnum variety?" the old man inquired, his eyes twinkling with curiosity.

"Just the Forty-four, sir," Jack replied with a nod.

"Ah, and would you like Burn dust, Ice dust, or perhaps Earth dust?" the seasoned purveyor of weaponry inquired, his voice tinged with intrigue.

"Burn dust, please," Jack responded.

The old man behind the counter gave a curt nod, his weathered face lined with wisdom. With a knowing glance, he reached beneath the counter and placed a box of cartridges before Jack.

The aged man's voice carried a hint of authority as he explained, "According to school policy, you're entitled to one box of fifty-round cartridges per caliber every two days."

Leaning in closer, the old man's voice lowered conspiratorially, "But when you start going on missions, I can hook you up with more. Ozpin, that headmaster, he's a stickler for his students being fully armed."

Jack's lips curled into a sly smirk, his confidence growing. Well, at least Ozpin won't leave me high and dry intentionally, he mused to himself.

"Got any 45-70 or 12 gauge rounds, partner?" Jack inquired.

"45-70? Are you toting a relic from the Great War?" the old man chuckled.

Jack's expression soured and he slumped a little. "Yeah, my guns are old. Why does everyone feel the need to point that out?"

The old man smirked. "Easy there, kid. Yeah, I've got some. Give me a moment," he said, striding towards the back storage shelf. He returned with two boxes of cartridges and placed them on the counter.

"As for the shotgun shells, all I've got is buckshot for now. But the burn dust adds an extra kick," the old man explained.

Jack's curiosity piqued his interest in the effects of these dust rounds growing by the second. "Much obliged, mister," Jack said, gathering the ammunition and making his way to the locker room.

He swiftly changed out of his school uniform and into his regular attire. Jack secured his gun belt and slid his twin Schofield revolvers into the holsters. Checking his watch, he realized he had about forty-five minutes before combat class. It seemed like a perfect opportunity to practice with his pistols, as Jack figured he would rely on them the most.

Exiting the locker room and stepping towards the exit, Jack set his sights on Beacon's firing range. The firing range was a sprawling, open-air facility tucked away behind the academy's main building. Rows of shooting lanes stretched out in front of him, each marked with safety barriers and equipped with state-of-the-art target retrieval systems. The smell of burnt propellent and the distant sound of gunfire filled the air as other students honed their combat skills.

Jack came to the firing range and set up a paper Beowolf target at the far end of his chosen lane. The target featured a menacing Grimm with red eyes and sharp, white fangs, a reminder of the threats that loomed over Remnant. He strode back to the firing line and set his unneeded items on a nearby bench. Jack pulled out one of his Schofield revolvers, opened the hinge, and loaded his newly acquired dust rounds.

He reholstered the weapon, squared himself to the target, and took a firm stance, his hand hovering over the handle of his revolver. As Jack's breathing fell into a steady rhythm, he focused on his target, blocking out the distractions around him. His concentration deepened until it felt as though time itself had slowed to a crawl, and the world around him began to flare with vibrant shades of orange.

As Jack sensed the opportune moment, his fingers instinctively closed around the cool grip of his pistol, moving with a seamless, well-practiced grace. The touch of the cold steel against his palm provided a sense of reassurance as he swiftly pulled out the revolver.

Running his hand along the top of the weapon, he deftly released the hammer with a motion reminiscent of striking a flint. In an explosive burst, Jack's pistol jumped, unleashing its payload with a thunderous crack that pierced the air.


Weiss's Pov

Lost in her thoughts, Weiss strolled down the pathway to her next class, her mind still reeling from her intense conversation with Professor Port. Perhaps her negative attitude was only exacerbating her situation. And maybe, just maybe, she had been too harsh on Ruby.

Raising her eyes, she suddenly found herself standing outside the firing range, right next to the combat class. To her surprise, her temporary "teammate" Jack Marston was there. Weiss couldn't quite figure out this enigmatic young man. He had a sarcastic demeanor and looked like a notorious bandit, yet he carried himself with a certain level of respect.

In a blink of an eye, before Weiss could even process it, Jack swiftly drew his revolver and unleashed a torrent of bullets with astonishing speed. The deafening symphony of gunfire faded as Jack effortlessly spun his revolver back into its holster, striding over to examine the shredded target.

The bullet holes were so tightly grouped that Jack could have easily passed his fist through the target's head. The edges of the holes were singed, evidence of the burn dust infused into the rounds. Consulting his pocket watch, Jack realized it was time to pack up and prepare for class. Satisfied with the results of his dust rounds test, he turned and spotted Weiss.

"You spying on me, Ms. Shcnee?" Jack asked half joking.

Weiss sputtered "Eh- uh No! I am Not!".

"Mhm, well I best be getting on," Jack said, moving past her to collect his things on a nearby bench.

Weiss turned to face him beginning to fume "How are you okay with this, you are a part of a team that is led by a child".

"Because she's not as bad as some of the villains I've encountered," Jack explained. "I'm willing to bet it's the same for you too."

Weiss bristled. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means she won't stab me in the back," Jack replied, his tone filled with conviction. "And that's worth its weight in gold. Considering what I've heard about your family, it should matter to you too."

Weiss was taken aback. "How dare you!"

Jack sighed, pinching his nose. "Ms. Shcnee, why are you here?"

"I'm on my way to the next class," Weiss replied, her voice tense.

"That's not what I meant, and you know it," Jack pressed. "You asked me during initiation, and now I'm asking you."

Weiss took a deep breath, her hand instinctively reaching for her elbow in a calming gesture. "You mentioned my family before, and you weren't wrong. I am the granddaughter of a hero and the daughter of a villain. The company that was once built on fairness and cooperation is now built on lies and exploitation." As she spoke, her aristocratic posture seemed to crumble, her shoulders slumping.

Jack couldn't help but be reminded of his upbringing around the Vanderlinde gang, where Dutch would rant about the insatiable greed of people like Leviticus Cornwall. Growing up in such an environment must have been incredibly difficult.

"A part of me just wanted to escape my father's control, so I could be my own person," Weiss continued. "And another part of me wanted to undo some of the damage my father has done before I eventually take over the company." She let out a tired sigh.

Jack nodded, understanding the weight of her words. "I can see how that would add some weight to the pot."

Curiosity piqued, Weiss turned the question back to Jack. "What about you? What's the real reason you're here?"

Jack opened his mouth to respond, but Weiss cut him off with a stern look. "And don't give me that 'I ain't got nowhere else to go' crap," she said, mimicking him with an exaggerated tone.

A brief chuckle escaped Jack's lips, unable to resist Weiss's playful jab.

"I wasn't lying, when I said that, my folks owned a small ranch outside of Vale. Things were good for a few years-" Jack's shoulder slumped as he released a melancholy breath "-And then the Grimm attacked".

Weiss's face twisted in empathy, now realizing her question had dragged up less than pleasant memories. "-I'm sorry I didn't realize" she started but Jack waved off her apology.

"It's alright, you couldn't have known," Jack said somberly. Jack disliked having to lie to his 'teammates' but explaining that he was the son of a notorious outlaw and was a bounty hunter and himself from another world to boot, seemed much more difficult by comparison.

"I just have one more question," Wiess asked "Why are you really okay with Ruby being the team leader?".

Jack let out a small humorless chuckle "I had a little sister once, she was born a little after my folks had set up the ranch, I was so excited to be a big brother".

Jack's voice wavered as he shared his heartbreaking story. "But she didn't make it past infancy. She was taken by sickness. I like to imagine she would've grown up to be just like Ruby."

Weiss winced, her eyes filled with understanding as she imagined the unbearable loss. "I can't even fathom losing Winter, or Winter losing me," she murmured, her gaze fixed on the ground.

"It's been a long time since then," Jack replied, his expression heavy with sorrow. He pulled out his pocket watch, a relic that held memories of another life.

With a sigh, Jack rose from the bench, stretching his limbs. "Well, we better get going."

Confused, Weiss asked, "Why?"

A sly smirk played on Jack's lips as he revealed his watch. "Because we're about to be late for class," he teased.

"You fool!" Weiss exclaimed, jumping up and utilizing her Glyphs to speed toward the classroom.

Jack chuckled softly, gathering his belongings before following after her.

Moments later, Jack entered the combat class, just a step behind Weiss. They quickly located their team amidst the bustling crowd. Ruby and Weiss locked eyes, each eager to speak with the other.

Ruby leaned forward, ready to start the conversation, but their moment was interrupted by the school's intercom. Professor Goodwitch's voice broke through the silence. "Apologies, first-year combat class students. I've been held up in a meeting and will be a few minutes late. Please be patient," she announced.

Ruby attempted to speak, only to be silenced by the intercom once again. "And students... Behave," Professor Goodwitch's authoritative tone sent shivers down their spines.

Ruby snapped out of their collective pause, determination burning in her silver eyes as she turned to face her partner, Weiss. "I may not have taken class or my position as leader seriously before, but I promise you, Weiss, I can prove myself. Just give me a chance."

Weiss arched an elegant white eyebrow, her icy demeanor momentarily melting away as she contemplated Ruby's words. Regaining her composure, she admitted, "I suppose I haven't exactly been the most cooperative or open-minded."

Yang, always ready with a mischievous grin, said, "A bit is an understatement." Jack couldn't help but stifle a snort, earning a playful slap on the chest from Weiss.

Collecting herself, Weiss continued, her voice filled with sincerity, "Ruby, I believe in you. I know you can be a great leader, and I'll be there by your side, the best teammate you'll ever have."

Just as the conversation was about to resume, Professor Goodwitch burst into the classroom, her high heels echoing ominously as she strode across the floor with an air of unwavering authority. "I apologize for my tardiness, students. Time is of the essence, so let's not waste another moment," she declared, taking her place at the podium in the center of the arena.

"Now, let me explain the rules of this class. In each session, we will randomly select two individuals or teams to engage in combat. The battle will only end when their aura levels, displayed on the screen behind me, plummet into the dangerous red zone. The participants with acceptable aura levels will be declared the victors."

The combat teacher surveyed the eager faces of the first-year students before her, her gaze filled with a mix of determination and expectation. "Now that we have that settled, let the selection of our first match commence."

"Yes,!" Yang cheered as she pumped a fist before slamming it into her opposite open palm "I can't wait for a good fight".

"Yeah!" Ruby joined Yang in her excitement. It seemed other students were equally excited as they broke out into a chorus of cheers and murmurs.

"Calm now students, We'll have our match shortly," Goodwitch said.

With a tap on her glass tablet, Professor Goodwitch activated the colossal screen behind her. In an instant, two pictures of random students appeared, and the screen began to swiftly cycle through the images of the various contenders, building anticipation among the crowd.

On the left side of the screen, a figure emerged, his long, slicked-back hair and armor of black and brown catching the eye. Sky Lark, the name etched beneath his portrait.

"Mr. Lark, from team CRDL, proceed to the locker room for any necessary preparations, or head to the arena if you're already primed," declared Professor Goodwitch.

With a determined stride, the boy made his way to the locker room, readying himself for the impending battle.

Meanwhile, on the right side of the screen, the image came to a halt, causing a collective gasp from the onlookers. To their astonishment, it was none other than Jack Marston gracing the display.

Fixing her gaze on Jack, Goodwitch spoke, "Mr. Marston, temporarily aligned with team RWBY, it seems you're already prepared. Step forth into the arena."

Jack rose to his feet, casting aside his duster coat before proceeding towards the arena.

"Give 'em hell, Jack!" Yang chimed in, and her excitement was evident.

"Yeah, show 'em what team RWBY is made of!" Ruby's voice rang out in enthusiastic support.

Blake offered a small smile and a nod, silently encouraging Jack.

Weiss, ever the perfectionist, couldn't resist a pointed remark. "Just make sure you don't embarrass us."

Jack merely rolled his eyes, unfazed by their antics. As he reached one side of the arena, he paused, retrieving his trusty Schofield revolver. With practiced ease, he opened the action, emptying the spent rounds and reloading the chambers. He repeated the process with his other revolver, ensuring his weapons were ready for the impending clash.

Across the arena, Sky made his entrance, clad in his combat attire. His weapon, a long, dark-blue halberd, commanded attention, boasting an inward-curved axehead on one side and a small spike on the other. Along the shaft, a firing pin and a barrel added to its formidable design. Sky strode confidently to the opposite end of the arena.

"Show that cowpoke who's in charge, Sky!" Cardin, the leader of team CRDL, bellowed, his voice filled with malicious intent.

Professor Goodwitch addressed both combatants, her voice firm and commanding. "Prepare yourselves, combatants."

As Jack took a stance his hand hovering near his revolver, his eyes became cold and focused. This change was noticed by his opponent and Professor Goodwitch.

With a wave of her hand, Professor Goodwitch commanded the attention of the room. Anticipation hung in the air as she declared, "Begin!"

In an instant, Jack moved with lightning speed, his hand gripping the handle of his revolver as he drew it from his holster. The weapon was a blur as he expertly tripped the hammer, unleashing a deafening blast that echoed through the arena.

The burn dust round found its mark, searing into Sky's forehead. His aura flared, protecting him from a fatal blow, but the force of the impact sent him sprawling backward, his weapon clattering to the ground.

As the smoke cleared, the stunned silence was broken only by the lingering echoes of the gunshot. All eyes were fixed on Jack, who stood tall and unaffected by the chaos he had just unleashed.

Locking eyes with Sky, Jack's gaze was both calm and intense. He hesitated for a moment, contemplating his next move. But instead of admiration or awe, he was met with shock and horror from the crowd.

The other students watched in disbelief as Jack approached Sky, his spur clinking ominously with every step. His hand remained steady, unwavering. Without uttering a word, he raised his revolver once more, aiming directly at Sky's chest. The tension in the air was palpable, the anticipation suffocating.

But before Jack could pull the trigger, Ruby's voice pierced through the silence, filled with concern. "Jack, stop! You've won! There's no need for this!"

Her plea hung in the air, but Jack remained resolute. In his world, survival often meant making tough choices, and in that moment, he saw no other option. With a heavy heart, he squeezed the trigger, sending another bullet hurtling towards Sky.

The impact was merciless, tearing through Sky's aura and causing it to plummet dangerously into the red zone. A gasp swept through the crowd as the gravity of the situation sank in. Jack had emerged victorious but at a great cost.

For a brief moment, Professor Goodwitch's stern expression faltered, her eyes filled with disappointment and concern. She quickly regained her composure and stepped forward, signaling the end of the match.

"Enough," she declared firmly, her voice carrying a hint of reprimand. "Mr. Marston, your victory is evident, but such brutality is not acceptable within the confines of this academy. Restraint is a skill you must develop."

Jack lowered his weapon, guilt washing over him. He had let his instincts take control. Looking down at Sky, who lay motionless on the ground, his aura depleted.

As medics rushed to Sky's aid and the crowd dispersed, Jack made his way back to his team. The weight of their stares bore down on him. Weiss, Ruby, Blake, and Yang stood together, their expressions a mix of concern and confusion.

"Why did you do that, Jack?" Ruby's voice trembled with a combination of anger and worry. "You didn't have to shoot him again. It was over."

Jack met Ruby's gaze, his eyes distant. "Because Professor Goodwitch said the fight wasn't over until his aura was in the red," he replied simply. "If she wanted to stop it sooner, she would've."

Yang stepped forward, her voice filled with disbelief. "But that doesn't mean you had to go that far! You could have shown some mercy!"

Weiss crossed her arms, her tone sharp. "This level of brutality is unnecessary. You need to learn control, Jack."

Blake, ever the voice of reason, spoke up. "We understand you wanted to win, and make sure to put a threat down, but we are concerned it could go too far."

Jack's expression hardened. "Do you think he would've shown me mercy? I couldn't take that risk."

Suddenly, Cardin stormed over, shoved Wiess and Ruby out of his way to the front, and glared at Jack.

"Hey," Weiss screeched.

"Shut it, princess, You think you're something, don't you, cowpoke? You'd better sleep with one eye open from now on." Cardin growled.

Jack didn't back down, getting in Cardin's face. "And you'll sleep with your chest open if you threaten me again," he growled.

Cardin's face reddened with anger as he locked eyes with Jack. The tension in the air was palpable, and it seemed as though the entire arena held its breath, waiting for the explosion that seemed imminent.

"You think you're tough, huh?" Cardin snarled, his voice dripping with disdain. "You may have won that match, but that doesn't mean you can waltz in here and make threats."

Jack's expression remained steely and unwavering. He wasn't one to back down from a challenge, especially from someone like Cardin. "I ain't lookin' for trouble," Jack replied, his voice low and menacing. "But I won't back down from it either."

Ruby's voice trembled with urgency as she stepped between Cardin and Jack. "Please, Jack, just let it go. This isn't worth it," she pleaded, her eyes filled with concern and a hint of fear.

Jack's grip loosened on his weapon as he regarded Ruby's impassioned plea. For a moment, the conflict played across his tired face. His instincts screamed at him to take up the challenge, to show Cardin that he wasn't one to be messed with. But the compassionate gaze of his teammate brought him back to reality.

Jack took a deep breath, his tense shoulders relaxing slightly. "Fine," he muttered begrudgingly, holstering his revolver. "For now."

Before the confrontation could escalate any further, Yang hurriedly interjected her voice firm and commanding. "Alright, break it up! This is not the time or place, guys," she ordered, stepping in between Cardin and Jack.

Cardin seethed with anger, his glare fixed on Jack, but he begrudgingly stepped back, his rage simmering just beneath the surface. "This ain't over, Marston," he growled, a promise of future confrontation hanging in the air.

Jack met Cardin's threat with a cool stare, unyielding in his resolve. "I'll be ready," he replied evenly, his voice laced with a hint of warning. He turned away and rejoined his team, leaving Cardin fuming in his wake.

As they regrouped, Ruby placed a hesitant hand on Jack's shoulder, her voice filled with gratitude. "Thank you for not escalating the situation further," she said softly, her eyes shining with relief.

Jack gave her a small nod, his expression softening. "I'm not looking for trouble, Ruby," he assured her, his voice gentle. "But I won't let anyone walk all over us either."

Yang chimed in, her voice tinged with concern. "Just promise us that you'll keep a level head next time," she requested, her eyes searching his. "We don't want to see you make a mistake you can't take back."

Jack's gaze met his teammates', a flicker of remorse crossing his features. "I promise," he replied sincerely, his voice carrying a weight of understanding. "I'll learn to control myself better."

With a shared sigh of relief, the team gathered their belongings and made their way out of the arena.


Authors Note: Phew that went a little longer then I first thought it would but I promised some Action I hope I delivered adequately.