It was a dark night in Vale with the shattered moon in full view in the night sky as the city was beautiful after hours. At least it would be in a perfect world but that perfect world isn't this one, we find ourselves with an orange hair man in a bowler hat named Roman Torchwick with a band of grunts dressed in black and red as they approached a shopped name Dust Till Dawn, a store that sells the ever so popular dust. Inside working was an old man who the grunts pulled a gun on as Torchwick told them to grab the dust, as each of them went around the store picking up as much dust as they could carry, one found a large man with tied hair that goes down to his waist and wearing a red coat in the back reading a magazine while listening to some rock music through his headphones. One of the grunts told another one to come with him as the large man looked tough.

"Hands where I can see them, big guy." He demanded but the large man did not listen as even they could hear how loud his headphones were. "Hey I'm talking to you!" He grabbed the large man's shoulder and turned him around as the large man looked at them and took off his headphones.

"Can I help you?" The large man asked as the two grunts could see that he was absolutely built like a tank with muscles that were not being well contained by his shirt.

"He said hands where we can see them!" The other grunt shouted at the muscular man.

"Are you robbing me?" The muscular man asked with visible confusion.

"YES!"The two grunts shouted, pointing their swords at the man. "Oh, your funeral pal." The muscular man cracked his neck clearly, not intimidated by the two grunts. Roman was examining some red dust before the two grunts were sent flying past Roman who gave the signal to deal with the problem, another grunt pulled out a gun on the muscular man who swiftly got sent out the window with the muscular man who landed on the street. He pulled out the weapon on his side, a large red blunt sword with the name Junkyard Dog MK3 on the blade as he equipped it in a position that would act like a guard for his arm.

"Okay… get him." Roman demanded of his 3 still standing grunts who left the store and ran after the man looking for a fight. The muscular man lept at one of them hitting them with his knee then kicking him with his other leg while in the air knocking him out almost instantly. Another swung his sword which was parried by Junkyard Dog then got a swift grab to the collar and threw him straight to the ground causing a crater to form where the grunt was slammed. The last grunt got the worst of it, getting Junkyard Dog straight to the jaw in a flaming uncut that sent him flying into the air before landing back on the ground. The man had taken out Torchwick's grunts In just about a minute.

Roman came out of the shop and looked down at his grunts clearly disappointed. "You were worth every cent, truly you were. Well big red it truly has been an eventful evening and as much as I would love to stick around." The orange hair villain pointed his cane at the man in the read coat and a scope popped out as Roman fired a shot at him which was blocked by Junkyard Dog and leaving a cloud of smoke which faded away quickly as the man could see Roman climbing a fire exit to get away. The old shopkeeper came out of the store and the man in red asked him "You alright old man?" He nodded and the muscular man ran to chase Roman before he got away.

They both ended up on top of a building with the man yelling at Roman "You're going nowhere!"

Roman simply muttered to himself "Persistent…" As an airship came in to pick up the crime boss, he got on and with the red dust crystal he picked up earlier he told his chaser "End of the line big red!" Roman tossed the dust crystal which landed on the building as a second later he shot the crystal causing a big explosion as he celebrated for only a moment as he was disappointed by the sight of Glynda Goodwitch who had defended the man in red from the explosion. Glynda sent magic missiles towards the ship which made direct hits with the ship as Roman stumbled to keep balance before heading to the cockpit. The Huntress called forth a icicle storm as clouds appeared over the ship and sharp icicles rained down stabbing the ship and almost killing Roman. A woman in glass slippers and face hidden in shadows used her semblance to cast a fireball at Glynda which she defended against, then causing an explosion from the bits of fireball that were left on the floor as Glynda flipped away with the explosion creating shards of glass. Glynda used her semblance to fire the glass at the ship which the woman attacking them deflected as the glass came back around in three tendrils as she cast an explosion turning the glass into glowing ash as the ship flew off into the night. The muscular man was slowly walking away trying not to grab the attention of Glynda who looked at him as she shouted his name "Frederick Rose!" which made him stop right in his tracks.

Frederick was brought to what seemed to be an interrogation room by the Huntress as she was shooting at him "I hope you realize your actions tonight will not be taken lightly young man. You put yourself and others in great danger."

"They were the ones who started it, consider it self defense or some crap like that." Frederick told Glynda while leaning back in his chair clearly not worried in the slightest. Glynda was getting more annoyed at Frederick every second she was in this room "I'd let you go with a warning but there's someone who wants to meet you ."

A man in gray hair and a fancy outfit walked into the room with a plate of cookies and a cup of milk. "Frederick Rose… or should I call you Sol Badguy." Frederick sat down normally and looked at the man across the room as he sat down and placed the cookies and milk across from the man "What do you take me for, a child? Trying to bribe answers from me with snacks?" Frederick told the man as he grabbed a cookie anyways and started to eat it. "You're mother, is Summer Rose correct?" The gray-haired man asked Frederick. "Keep my mother's name out of your mouth. Yes I'm her son, now what's it to you?!" Frederick said to the gray-haired man, clearly sensitive about the topic of his mother.

"Well my apologies , now tell me where did you learn to fight like this?" He asked, referring to footage of the fight presented by Glynda of him taking out the grunts Torchwick hired. "Signal academy, well mostly me because I'm kinda expelled." Hearing Frederick was expelled took Ozpin by surprise a bit, how was someone with this much potential kicked out of signal? "Expelled huh?"

"Never paid attention to anything other than history and science, creating a very dangerous weapon, getting into fights, etc etc. "Frederick explained to the gray-haired man as he asked Fredrick another question "So what made a trouble maker like you end up going to a school for training warriors?"

"I wanted to be like my mother and become a Hunter, but as you can guess an expelled student won't make it into any of the academies despite how much studying one does. It's just not a good look for a school really."

"Frederick, do you know who I am?" The gray-haired man asked.

"Professor Ozpin of Beacon Academy, am I right?"

"How would you like to attend Beacon ." Ozpin asked Frederick

"I'd do anything to go to Beacon."

"Splendid be there next week, you'll be arriving by shuttle."

"Wait, are you serious?" Frederick asked in genuine disbelief of what just happened.

"Of course, just try not to get into too much trouble Sol." Ozpin told him as he left the room.

A week later Sol was on a ship leaving for Beacon Academy. It felt like one long dream that was too good to be true and watching from a window as he left Vale. People were already talking about an expelled student coming to Beacon and that they must be lowering their standards for who they let in. As much as it angered Sol he didn't want to cause any scenes as he couldn't risk this opportunity of a lifetime slipping from his grasp.