Jaune is a strong man often when down By the Reef near his village is he would stand upon the slipperiest of rocks and let the waves crash into him while waiting to catch a fish with a spear he could not be moved an object which refuse to move. And yet now he was rolling on the ground to the whims of the rattling of the plane as he begged for death. He could feel every Miniscule bump and Rumble of the plane his stomach was churning and bubbling and turning. with an unease which he had never felt before even when surfing on the wooden boards had not brought him this much discomfort. not once and in his life that he ever contemplate suicide until now it won't be that long just a quick jump out the window and as those thoughts entered his mind they landed.

Pilot: All right we're approaching the-. Looking over a shoulder saying Jaune on the ground holding his stomach for dear life off to the side you can see a little bit of puke. You got motion sickness huh you poor fucker, well I got some bad news for you we're approaching the industrial district you've still got a whole other flight to catch to go to Beacon.

And with those words Jaune fell into despair he couldn't begin to form words he just looked up to the pilot and just slumped his head into feet and laid on the ground for a solid hour letting his stomach settle the pilot being courteous enough allowed him to stay. after all he was ahead of schedule and the poor fucker according to him wasn't desperate need of letting his stomach settle. When his stomach stopped feeling like it had been dropped by everyone in the village he slowly set up and finally started to pay attention to something other than him wanting to die. He could hear the sound of Rapid movements noises unlike anything he's ever heard before. It sounded like the rumbling of beasts but constantly rumbling. similar to the engines he heard on that huge ship when he was a child but different instead of loud roaring it was more like a constant grumble. Standing up to his feet and looking out the nearest window shocked him. what could only be described as fantasy buildings that he couldn't even compare they were just so big. And there were so many people, too many people like how could this many people exist. Jaune's primitive mind couldn't comprehend it. He was far from dumb quite clever and he picked up on school lessons well enough but he was just simply too far behind technologically or anything really to comprehend the true scale of the world outside of his village. The noise was deafening as well. Jaune had grown up on Henderson's Island; it was very quiet there, hardly a peep from the wildlife unless they were Birds and the people mostly kept quiet. his senses became sensitive due to this he could hear a pin drop as well as a cat faunus. And his eyes could detect the slightest bit of motion in the brush of the canopy of the jungle. what was in front of him simply couldn't exist in his mind there is too much movement there is too much noise nothing natural about it there was just simply too much for him to begin to comprehend.

Stepping away from the window slowly taking steady steps as he begin to Orient himself looking towards the back seeing the hanger open deciding to make his way outside every step you took closer the more overwhelming it got on his hearing. Every conversation, every machine moving, every little thing going on in this industrial sector was driving him mad. class Wing is hands over his ears begging for it to stop he felt a hand on his shoulder it was the pilot the man well very brash obviously had a good heart on him giving him a sympathetic smile and holding something in his hands this is one of the few things he did know they were headphones he learns about those when he first saw the resort being built construction workers would wear them to dampen the noise. of moving machinery and general Construction. he Was a thankful Jaune took it out of the Pilot's hand and put them on his ears the relief was nearly instantaneous well it couldn't quite block out all the noise it made it manageable. he could still hear well enough you could hear muffling talking if you were in within 5 ft of him about by his guess.

The pilot started making hand gestures that he couldn't quite discern. He got the general idea to follow him and try not to draw attention is what he got out of the words he could hear and the hand gestures. Stopping abruptly and turning the pilot reached into his pocket and pulled out something on it was a name Mitchell So the Pilot's name was Mitchell that was good to know. and with that he put it back into Mitchell, put the name tag back into his Aviator pocket and led Jonah to a quieter area for him to get a proper orientation.

Mitchell pov:

Mitchell: Mitchell never Planned on helping the kid. It was supposed to be a simple drop off but after realizing this mountain of a child had no idea how the world worked. He could help but feel sympathy. He was raised in the agricultural District and his family was tight knit. They always helped others when they could. So Milling it over in his brain he decided to help poor Jaune out getting a spare headset out of the glove compartment of the oxhead And giving it to the kid it was obvious he was not used to so much noise. No it's obvious why he was saying to Beacon behind that Mane of hair that could make any woman jealous. Sat a body that looks like it was carved out of stone every time he tends to move his muscles a little. It looked in his best opinion like steel cables tightening and shifting beneath his skin. Some Hunter probably found him and that he'd make the perfect recruit for beacon.

Mitchell: I still can't get over your hair. Mitchell in his opinion was old-fashioned. Men have short hair, women have long hair, that sort of thing. but the set on hair on this kid just look good. it reach down to about his low back it was spiky as all hell though he swear you could stab someone with it with how pointed out it was in some places the only thing keeping it remotely together was the Hair Band towards the base of his neck holding it in a tight Bunch keeping it from completely spreading out.

Jaune: What do you mean my hair is normal. said with the utmost confidence

Mitchell: Not where I'm from men typically just get a buzz cut women do all the frilly stuff with their hair.

Jaune: Is it not normal for men and women to have long hair?

Mitchell: I mean the more towards the bigger parts of vale go then more normal it gets for men to have longer hair but where I'm from you don't typically see that.

Jaune: Oh that's different. Jaune said with uncertainty in his voice. so should I cut it or something.

Mitchell: I mean you don't have to I'm in your hair doesn't look bad but if you ever plan to head out more towards the rural regions of Vale you could cut your hair to not look so foreign I mean you're high already sets you out but your hair makes you look like you want attention.

jaune: Oh I'm sorry I didn't mean to be rude or is it I mean Huff I'll just stop talking now.

And with that Jaune's head hung low they finish the rest of their Journey towards the Air Marshals office and relative quiet the hustle and bustle of the district still around them but being on a landing pad in a landing Runway allowed them to have some sort of peace and quiet as they made their way towards the air marshal. the Air Marshals job was to dictate which planes went where when and if it would be safer not given Grimm Tendencies to be sporadic it was his job to go over data of their habits movements and patterns to make sure a flight won't be intercepted and if it is it's properly equipped to deal with it. The job, while not well recognized or appreciated, had its place. It was very important without them you would be running a muck with a Chance of randomly being plucked out of the sky by a grimm at a moment's notice. Mitchell's plan was to explain the situation to the air marshal and his boss And ask if there are any rides to the population District outside of Beacon That jaune could ride on.

Making their way through the terminal getting looks from the staff and passengers alike it's kind of hard not to draw attention when the average man is about 5'9 to 5'11 And then you see a 7'6 monster walking around with every footstep with Having a resounding thud it was quite the intimidating site to most. There were even murmurs about him being an ox Fanuse of some variant or some kind. Jaune Was oblivious to the stairs he was getting. Simply looking at all the conveyor belts with shoes and plastic tubs on them to the flickering lights of LED lights to the lines of people behind dividers. it was all very new and exciting for Jaune.

As we make our way towards my boss's office I hear the big man's stomach grumble figures you empty your stomach, you're going to feel hungry afterwards. I'm guessing all this new stuff made him get over his motion sickness pretty quick.

Mitchell: There should be a Hungry Boys somewhere on this terminal everyone wants fast food overpriced bastards. Jaune turned aside and asked a question which made Mitchell finally understand how out of place Jaune was

jaune: What's fast food? Jaune asked with a head tilt.

Mitchell: Wait so you're telling me you've never had fast food before. How is that even possible? I thought everyone was born with a hungry boy's Burger thrown into their mouth. Mitchell said befuddled

Jaune: What's a hungry boys I thought you said we were going to eat fast food. Jaune Said in an even more confused voice then before.

Mitchell: You know you popping your order a number three or something give him like 10 Lien grab your food and go.

jaune: what Lien. and with that Mitchell Came to a complete stop turned his head head and looked him directly in the eyes

Mitchell: How do you not know what money is. He said in the most sincere voice he could Answering his own question when he thought about it before letting Jaune answer he tried to explain it to him. You know what never mind if you grew up on Island and start over money is like something you can trade for anything.

Jaune: why and how it just paper? jaune Said as he turned to face Mitchell.

Mitchell: Oh wow really doing this, okay so the best way I can explain it is you can't always trade something for something, like let's say I want umm your hair band for example or something you make but I make something you don't want. Jaune shook his head following along to the best of his ability. well we would be at an impasse we would need to figure out something so that's where like money and Lien and stuff comes in well it's practically doesn't have much value it's like saying I'm giving you this which you can give to anyone else to get something it's really complicated but everyone wants it and you can trade anything for it okay so as long as you have it you can get whatever you want from someone else. As Michelle gave his impromptu economics lesson trying to remember everything from his high school economic lessons they finally made it to the air Marshal's office.

jaune pov:

As my new friend was explaining what Lien was, it kind of made sense. I still thought it was stupid he abruptly made a turn in a hallway and I noticed we were away from everyone else. We were approaching a hallway with a door at the end of it with bold letters on it that had a name. AIR MARSHAL Connors. Making our way down to the end of the hall Mitchell turned to me and said

Mitchell: Look I know you don't know a lot about all this stuff so let me do the talking okay. He said with a stern voice and a straight face I nod my head yes.

Opening the door I see a black carpet leading up to a wooden desk with all sorts of different papers and maps on it. From the look of it there's a tablet off of the side with different types of grimm on it. I didn't take notes of the man shifting through the tablet and looking back down towards the map on his desk which seems to be glowing. He's a man with a bit of a beer gut but very muscular arms off to the left side. I see a Shelf with all sorts of different golden cups. And statues Men carrying balls made of gold Looking to the right side I know it's a weird looking metal box making a humming noise along with an outfit that was damaged with The Aviator headset just like my new friend Mitchell's. Looking Back To The Man He noticed us and specifically looking at me I noticed him lean forward a little grunting and wheezing.

Connors: Mitchell, who is this man, why have you brought them to my office? He said in a Stern voice with a raspy undertone. looking back down to his tablet looking over different types of grimm There's ones that look like a beetle With wings a bird like one. There's one that looks like a bat. I didn't even know Grimm could fly until recently Mitchell had been kind enough to inform me about that little tidbit when he saw my weapon. A Macuahuitl The blade length is about 6ft the handle length is about 2ft it's covered in two sets on each side of the wooden paddle. shark teeth that way it can rip through things with ease. it is absurdly heavy; it's about 50 lb. When he asked me what I planed to do about further away Grimm or ones that can fly I told him I had no idea they could fly. then he went over a list of the grimm that could fly off the top of his head and he encouraged me to find some sort of ranged weapon.

Mitchell: Well you see sir this kid's hand to Beacon and I was wondering if there's any way we could get him a ride up there. Mitchell said with a pleading voice. Connor's or who I presume to be Connors looked me up and down then reached to his tablet reading over a few things before going to the glowing map. and he wrote a few things down on it by tapping his finger and dragging it over the map leaving a Redline with some text next to it I couldn't quite make out I've been realized this is not a map but a giant tablet. This shocked me but I got over it quickly as the man reached for something beside his desk. It was a walking cane. Grabbing it and standing up with great struggle, Connor set up to his full height of 6ft making his way over to us with gentle Taps of the cane as he leaned on to it for support. I noticed on his desk that there's a picture with him a woman and a child that looks like it's about three years old.

Connors: Well then son, explain to me why I should give you a free ride to Beacon Academy.

Mitchell: Mitchell talked over him. not Beacon Academy, the district outside of it, remember that incident a while ago about 20-ish years where some terrorists took a plane directly to Beacon Academy, well the council finally decided to do something about this and made it Where Beacon has private bullheads for Getting students to the school.

Connors: Like it makes a fucken difference, well son you going to speak for yourself I ain't got all day. He said as he looked me up and down as if to measure me out.

Jaune: No, no flying, is there umm another way I can go, sir. Jaune said in A hurried voice Connors raised an eyebrow at this and looked over to Mitchell. Mitchell for his part simply made a puking motion and Connor's nodded his head.

connor's: like it always take the rail system but that'll add a day to your time, now seriously tell me what you're doing making your way to Beacon, you look more fit for military service in my opinion. Connor's said just then Jaune's stomach grumble even louder than before.

Mitchell: Sorry sir we forgot to grab food on our way here. With that Connor's going to help but do a wheezing laugh holding his side it wasn't a chuckle or sadistic laugh it was a laugh of someone who just went to a comedian show I know it's that he was about to fall down as his Cane slipped from his grip and I rush over to make sure he didn't fall over. running over his side as he latched onto my arm mid fall and pulled himself back up.

connor's: Connor's: Sorry about that I'm not surprised I used to be. pointing over to the torn up Aviator suit. I served in the vale air militia and got hit bad by a grimm, and got put out with honorable discharge. pulling up his shirt I could see scarring all along the side of his body And it wasn't the type of scarring of a warrior it looks like the scarring of a man who should be dead. Walking over to the weird metal box opening it and pulling out a plastic bottle with water in it and checking it to me I was like grab it I noticed the water is cold. looking back at him he tilts his head up and Does a drinking motion. Unscrewing the top I take a sip of it and the water tastes pretty good. Connor's walks out of the room and motions for us to follow him as we follow him not far from where we just left we enter into another room with several metal tables and a weird kitchen he walks over to a even bigger metal box and opens it pulling out a apple and orange and tossing him to me.

connor's: Go on kid eat up you're going to need it for the train ride Mitchell I like this man make sure nothing happens to him get him a ticket on the rail. And without the man left back to his office.

Everything after that was a blur. Mitchell and I went to this weird building leading to a road that looks like it's been suspended in the air using stone columns with electricity constantly buzzing around it led out past the wall for miles.

Mitchell: Connors was kind enough to get you a free ticket to the valve District this train will take you all the way there, It'll take you about 2 days.

jaune: How far away is Beacon again, and just two days how. I couldn't quite believe what I was just told

Mitchell: look I don't have time to explain I got to get back to work soon this railroad system is the safest way you can get between the different districts it's electrified so no Grim touches it and it goes extremely fast it's how you connect the different habitable districts whether it be agriculture the upper Beacon whatever it be it's far safer than just walking and faster to.

With that Mitchell handed me a ticket and start to jug off back to the airport I was like turn around and make my way into a building with a bunch of people I noticed what I assume as they train approaching rapidly as it makes its way into dock and doors open on their own still having The Aviator headset on Jaune could still feel the rattling in his bones in the of the noise that this thing producing. making his way towards it, holding out his ticket to a lady that was accepting them and making his way on he made his way towards the room number he was told. Upon opening it He noticed it was a small room with a bed and a window so you could look out of The train. being tired of the day he decided to lay down onto the bed and go to sleep he'd be at Beacon soon.

Codex of vale

vale city as a whole is broken up into different sectors and districts spanning several miles vale City could be considered a country with its land mass there are a total of six cities in the world broken up into their own respective districts and sectors are connected through Railway systems that can travel upwards of 400 mph and are electrified to keep Grimm away from the rails. districts are population hubs like cities.

Hungry Boys was founded by a human a hundred years ago during the fanuse human War over civil rights and has become a fast food icon since then.

The Vale air militia is Vale's standing Air Force having numerous airports dotted around different districts.

The variation of grim is very high each having their own unique tactics such as swarming or being behemoths of Flesh and Bone no two species are alike all of them are deadly in their own unique ways little some common traits can apply they are broken up into airborne Rush downs and tanks. though some can Speck into the other fields they mainly focus on one of these three. districts and waves once every few months when this happens the railroad is shut down for safety reasons and artillery cans can be heard for days at a time firing Non-Stop.

Grand District Grand districts are what happens when a district gets too populated and the walls are too small; they're like multiple cities stacked on top of each other. The beacon's Grand District reaches 6 miles high into the sky every mile is cut off by a platform allowing buildings to be built above it. they can house millions of people the lower in the district you are the poor and worse off you are the higher the Richer.

the total population of Vale is around 2.5 billion most of which live in districts the reason why it can support these high numbers is the agricultural District they can Farm miles of land that has been enriched with dust or you can use stacked forms stacked Farms are farms inside of districts which have layers upon layers of dirt stacked up on each other with a 10 ft difference between each Gap allowing you to Farm multiple crops in the same area.

Sorry about not posting for a while I've had my wisdom teeth removed and it fucked me up by the next chapter he will arrive to Beacon school don't worry. also I'm going to need more votes for shipping so far Lancaster is in the Win by the next two chapters is the cutoff point for voting.