Thanks for all the support all of you've been giving! Really means a lot, y'know?
The following chapter, as well as the next one, is gonna be based on the Jetstream Sam DLC plot baby! After that, it's MGRR's mains story mode, which should take around one to two chapters.
Now, I've made some changes here and there regarding Jaune's World Marshall HQ storm, but the overall plotline is still gonna be the same (as in the protagonist storms the World Marshall HQ to fight Armstrong at the rooftop).
Without further ado, enjoy!
13 Months After the Death of Jaune Arc…
Pyrrha, Ren, and Nora gasped for air as they laid on the cool grass of the Emerald Forest, tired from the exhaustive training they went through. In comparison, there was only a single drop of sweat trailing down their trainer's face.
"You've improved quite a bit since last week." Their trainer told them. She wiped the single sweat drop away. "But still not enough. Your team coordination is still rough around the edges."
"Ren," she looked to her only male student. "You may be stealthy, but that doesn't mean leaving your teammates to fend for themselves for long periods of time. Work on finding an optimal opening quickly, then strike as soon as possible."
"Nora." She turned to the energetic tank of the team. "Do not rush in blind. Your powerful build may get you out of various situations, but overreliance on it can lead to severe consequences. Do not use it as a crutch."
"And Pyrrha." Lastly, she turned to the new team leader. "You must learn to think quickly on your feet. The opponent will hardly give you time to discuss things with your teammates. You must give orders effectively. Remember, you're not on your own anymore. The others depend on you just as much as you depend on them."
All three of them nodded in understanding. After that, it was Pyrrha who spoke first.
"How did Jaune do it back then?" She asked their trainer. Pyrrha chuckled, a bit of both sadness and happiness in her tone. "Sure, he could barely fight, but he was a natural at strategies…"
Their trainer closed her eyes for a moment, before opening them a few seconds later. She let out a sigh "I don't know." She turned away from them. 'Maybe it was my fault... I couldn't see past my own views…'
She decided to break her thoughts lest she go down that dark route again. "In any case," she began "You need to work on leadership skills. With a member down, it's going to take a lot of work to get all of you up to par, not that you aren't already. I expect you to improve drastically in the next month, since I won't be able to train you weekly due to the upcoming White Fang raid. Do all of you understand?"
"Yes." Pyrrha responded.
"Gotcha, teach." Nora agreed.
"Sure." Ren answered.
"Good." Their trainer nodded. "I will see you then." She turned around and left them, going off to prepare herself for the mission.
However, as she left, she stole a glance at Pyrrha's shield. A heater shield coloured white, just like how her leader's was. Her steps felt heavier just because of looking at it. She looked away. It brought too many bad memories to mind.
Indigo sighed. Just like her brother's shield. He protected them till the end.
Meanwhile, in the United Continents…
Armstong watched a video on his screen, eyebrows knitting in focus. The video showed a blond male fighting against members of the American Mob with a katana that glowed red, obviously modified to emit High-Frequency vibrations. And that's not all. His body also constantly glowed every time he was attacked. After the glow subsided, the male was left unscathed by whatever attack that came to him, be it punches, slashes, smashes, or even gunshots. All the while, the blond would attack the Mob members without a care in the world. His smug grin was bright as day as he killed each member one by one.
Armstrong paused the video as the male's body glowed again. He examined the glow closely. Could it be…?
He pulled out a book from his drawer and put it on the table. He flipped it to a page he knew by heart. A book of old legends. The title of the legend on the current page read 'The Tale of Aura'. He compared the description of the magical shield to the one happening on screen. Yes... It's unmistakable. That boy had Aura all right.
He could hear his heart thump. His eyes shifted red for a moment from excitement. So the tale was true, then? Aura was real? Did that mean Remnant was too? He chuckled. What a discovery this was.
All his life, he thought of Aura as a thing of legends. But that didn't mean the idea itself wasn't sound. Imagine, a barrier that can be summoned whenever the user wanted, protecting them from harm. It also healed wounds the user received in battle and strengthened their attacks. Think of the possibilities if someone managed to get a hold of it! A single Aura-unlocked combatant could stomp all over any normal soldier, maybe even an entire platoon, all by themselves!
With the benefits of Aura circling his mind, just the pure potential it had, to be used in countless wars…
And Aura was very dependent on the type of people that had it, if the tales were to be believed. If that's true, then it can also prove the weak from the strong…
With all of that in mind, Armstrong commissioned to get the closest thing to Aura the United Continents could possibly get. Realising the legend with normal technology. Something to make the user's skin strong enough to shield them from harm, just like when Aura acted as a barrier, yet also able to heal their wounds should anything get through, just like Aura could heal a user's wounds.
And the fruit of it all was in his very heart. His Skin-Hardening Nanomachines, pumping inside him all day. All those nanomachines, activated by extracting electricity from their surroundings. They harden and heal in response to physical trauma, not to mention providing strength far stronger than the latest cyborg technology. And now that he found out that Aura was real? He figured it's time to see how strong the legend stands up to technology. And besides, that Aura user could be useful for his plans too.
Operation Tecumseh. He named it after a character from an old American folklore. A man who fought against foreign inhabitants who invaded his homeland. For that fact and that fact only, Armstrong named his plan as such. Wipe out the cancer that invaded America's citizens' minds. It was no easy task to complete, of course.
Lastly, he should start looking for Remnant. If Aura was real, then what's to say Remnant isn't?
Three Days Later…
Armstrong and Monsoon walked down the VR Training Room. The pillars consisting of brains surrounded them. Lights surrounded the pillars, illuminating the room with a blue hue. While Armstrong walked proudly with his hands by his sides, Monsoon instead had his hands behind his back, walking calmly and with grace.
"So," Armstrong began. He gazed at the pillars surrounding them. "How's the Sears program going?"
Monsoon hummed. "Sundowner assures me that it's going according to schedule." He reassured his superior as best he can. "We've started to give more jolts in their pleasure centres for every accomplishment they achieve. It's in the hopes of accelerating training, but that particular process is still in the experimental stages. It was all Sundowner's idea."
Armstrong chuckled. "Heh. Sick bastard always knew how to fuck things up just right."
Monsoon turned his head. "I take it you're not a fan?"
"I'm concerned." Armstrong answered, "I knew he was working on something with the brains, but damn it…"
Armstrong went to a pillar, examining the brains encased in it. "If he fucks this up, he won't even be able to carry his box of shit out of the building."
"Do you think he's really that bad?" Monsoon asked, "He knows what he's doing, after all."
"He's smart but also insane. I'm just cautious of the time his bloodlust gets in the way of his mind, if it hasn't already." He smirked. "But he's strong, I'll give him that. And you know my thoughts on strength."
"Of course." Monsoon agreed. "The strong will kill the weak."
Armstrong pushed his glasses up and turned to Monsoon. He decided to switch topics. "And the Remnant search? How's it humming along?"
Monsoon shifted his view from Armstrong to look at another one of the pillars. "We've investigated some cases of planes and boats going over the United Continent borders. As you know, no vehicle who goes past that border survives. Nobody ever managed to find out why, since no one who's went there survived. We all just assumed it was normal, something to accept, and as such no one ever did any research on it."
"However," Monsoon spoke before Armstrong could interrupt. "One of our scout teams managed to recover a black box from a fallen plane that went outside the border. That black box was in a peculiar circumstance. It was carried by the currents of the ocean to somewhere our scouts could retrieve." Monsoon grinned. "And the footage was clear. The plane was struck down by Grimm."
"That's what I like to hear." Armstrong grinned. "Let me know of further developments ASAP. We need intel urgently."
"Of course." Monsoon looked back to his boss. "In a way, however, you might get that answer tonight. He's been spotted entering the city. The Dragon Killer, Minuano, should be close."
Armstrong chuckled. "Minuano. The cool brazillian wind…"
Monsoon grinned and hummed in agreement "A.K.A…."
"Jetstream Jaune."
Jaune parked his motorcycle next to a sidewalk. Its blue paint job reflected the light coming off from a lamppost nearby. Just beside the lamppost was a vent leading to the sewers below the city. Not just any sewer, mind you, rather a sewer that had an entrance straight to World Marshall HQ.
Jaune took off his goggles and got off his bike once he was sure it was locked and the engine was off. He gazed at a tall building visible on the skyline and rubbed his chin. He grinned in anticipation. Yeah, that was the one. He could feel the chill of the night even through his hoodie and his jeans. It made him bubble up in anticipation.
He turned away and started walking to the vent. It was locked, as expected. Who in their right mind would leave a vent unlocked anyways? The stench would get everywhere! However, this wasn't a problem for Jaune. He knelt and focused Aura on his fist. He punched down on the vent, and the seals of said vent broke and its covers fell with a clang to the sewers below. Good. Now, all he needed to do was jump in and-
He could hear the sound of two High-Frequency batons being deployed behind him. He rolled his eyes. Fucking cops. Always a pain for him to deal with. Though for Denver, the cops were privatised to World Marshall, wasn't it? Heh, then there'd probably be no shame in fighting them, right?
He rolled his shoulders and stood up, trying to look as easy-going as possible. That wasn't hard for him to do. Though judging from the cops' expressions, Jaune guessed they were going to beat him up anyways regardless of what he did. Ah, the Asshole ™ type of cops then.
They approached him with a cocky air about them. The two policemen were distinguished by their head features. One of them had a moustache, while the other wore a visor and a helmet.
The moustached one spoke first. "It's pretty late, isn't it kid?" Kid? Damn, was he that obvious? He hasn't shaved in months, and a light goatee was even starting to form! He took offense to being called a kid!
Meanwhile, the one with the visor tapped his baton on HF Crocea's hilt. "What're you gonna do with this, kid?" That sword was strapped to his right side. "Gonna do same late-night LARPing?"
"Oh?" Jaune asked in a mocking tone. "This?"
Without warning, Jaune grabbed the helmeted policeman's head and smashed it into HF Crocea's hilt. The man cried out in pain and shock. Clearly, he didn't expect a normal civilian to be able to overpower a cybernetic-enhanced policeman. What he didn't expect was that the civilian had Aura. As the policeman held his head in pain, Jaune grabbed him and threw him into the lamppost from before.
"Why you-!" The second cop moved to attack, but Jaune was faster. He spun and unsheathed HF Murasama in a single motion, unleashing a strike as the vibration-based red glow of the blade glinted in the night. It cut the officer cleanly in two from the waist down. The moustached man could only stare in shock at the new wound formed within milliseconds of movement.
Jaune didn't let up, however. He noticed that the helmeted policeman was beginning to gather his senses. Jaune acted quickly. He drew HF Crocea from its sheath and the blade glowed yellow. He chucked it at the officer before he could get far. In struck him straight in the chest and pinned him against the lamppost.
Jaune let out a sigh. Damn, now his blades were soaked in blood before he even started attacking Marshall HQ! Aw. man. He flicked the blood off of HF Murasama and sheathed the blade in its signature gun-sheath. He walked over to the helmeted officer and pulled HF Crocea off of him. He gave the bastard sword a twirl before sheathing it back into a regular High-Frequency based sheath, effectively cleaning it. After all of that was done, he jumped in the sewers with no hesitation.
Time to go to work.
He strolled in the sewers, taking note of his surroundings. After getting past some of the earlier guards, the place seemed suspiciously empty….
Suddenly, a voice from out of nowhere spoke to Jaune. The voice had a synthetic edge to it. "Greetings, swordsman."
Jaune tensed, hand on HF Murasama ready for a draw-attack. His eyes flicked left and right. Where is he…he can't be far, right?
There!
Jaune jumped back, a High-Frequency chainsaw right where his chin was moments ago. He landed a fair distance away and quickly drew HF Murasama. Jaune entered the Rodrigues Shadow Style and firmed his footing. He raised an eyebrow as a figure landed before him. Jaune put on a smirk. "And you are?"
The chainsaw from before dragged across the sewer floor, pulled by a carbon fibre sting. It attached itself to the robotic left arm of a cyborg wearing a silver trench coat. His right hand was armed High-Frequency knives, while his feet were armed with sharp claws. The head had the features of a European-descent-looking man with black hair and black eyes, as well as faunus ears of a wolf. "I have no name, only a designation. LQ-84i."
"A designation, huh?" Jaune put up a relaxed front. He noted how while LQ-84i's body was all mechanical, the head was just as natural as his own. "What, you don't have your own identity?"
"I am here to follow orders. State your business here." The cyborg man answered in a monotone voice.
Jaune put up his hands to his side in a show of confidence. "Oh, me? Well, I'm just a wandering swordsman." Jaune began to walk in place. "Delivering justice through any means necessary, but only to those who deserve it." Jaune turned back to LQ-84i. "And what about you? Those orders of yours are to kill me, right?"
The black-haired cyborg didn't even flinch. "Yes."
Jaune hummed. "Well, if you ask me, those are some pretty stupid orders, y'know?" Jaune chuckled and walked past the cyborg. He put HF Murasama back in its sheath. "Why don't you try thinking for youself?"
"For…myself?" LQ-84i thought to himself. However, his instincts for self-preservation took hold. He can't let Jaune pass, he just can't!
LQ-84i landed in front of Jaune, blocking the blond from going further "Should I disobey a direct order then I will go through immense torture through my pain receptors." For a moment, Jaune thought that he could see a flash of regret flash on the cyborg's face. It was gone not a second later. "I am sorry. You must die."
"Then…" Jaune drew HF Crocea and HF Murasama from their sheaths, their yellow and red glows clear to see. Jaune spoke with all the remorse he could muster "I am sorry, as well."
And with that, the battle began. Jaune dodged as the cyborg lunged at him with his chainsaw arm. Jaune swung down with HF Murasama, aiming for a hit on the cyborg's arm that just missed him. LQ-84i noticed this just in time. He parried the strike with his knives and linked HF Murasama with them. With the sword in a bind, the cyborg pushed it aside to open Jaune's guard. He used this opening to kick Jaune square in the gut, sending the blond skidding back and forcing him to let go of HF Murasama.
LQ-84i didn't give Jaune any breathing room. He quickly deployed a railgun from his back, its muzzle aiming over his left shoulder. It automatically aimed at Jaune and fired a burning shot. Jaune lifted his chin and leaned back, the shot just grazing his goatee.
Realising he can't keep playing defensive, Jaune gripped HF Crocea hard and rushed at LQ-84i. He swung. It was a clean hit, right across the cyborg's chest. Alas, the armour of modern cyborgs is more resistant to High-Frequency blades than previous iterations, so that didn't finish the fight right then and there. Instead, LQ-84i merely stepped back from the impact.
Jaune didn't stop there. He swung again and again. He wasn't going to leave LQ-84i any breathing room! His cyborg opponent was forced to dodge, block, or tank the hit. He knocked the cyborg around, each hit adding more and more damage.
Eventually, LQ-84i had enough. He swung his chainsaw around him wildly, forcing Jaune to retreat. However, the black-haired cyborg didn't stop there. He threw his High-Frequency knives at Jaune. The blonde parried them with his blade, knowing that he can't tank the blow lest the blade's vibrations pierce his Aura and go straight to his flesh. The cyborg threw the knives with such force that even as Jaune parried, he still staggered back.
"Evade my blows." LQ-84i spoke. As he said that, the cyborg jumped around the sewer walls, circling Jaune like a predator. Eventually, he stopped and launched himself off of the walls, straight into Jaune. His entire body faintly glowed. Jaune narrowed his eyes at that peculiar glow. Then, he realised something.
'I have to parry!' Jaune thought to himself as the cyborg got closer and closer. His speed was immense! 'It's too fast for me to dodge, and that glow means his entire body is HF-enhanced! Jaune steeled himself. He yelled as he firmed his footing. 'Hope this works!' He lifted HF Crocea right where the attack was about to hit. LQ-84i got closer and closer, until eventually…
Clang!
His knees bent from the attack's impact, but it was a success! LQ-84i didn't expect Jaune to be that strong, and thus stumbled in the air. Jaune seized the opportunity and did a 360 kick, solidifying his opportunity. With his foe now dazed from both the parry and the kick, Jaune grabbed LQ-84i and stabbed him multiple times in the stomach.
The cyborg cried out in pain. "S-stop!" Jaune didn't react. "Please!"
With a final cry, Jaune let go LQ-84 and kicked him away as he was still in the air. The cyborg was sent flying into a wall, its bricks crumbling from the impact. The wall's bricks piled on top of the cyborg, who could barely keep his eyes open. White blood poured from the wounds left by Jaune's blade.
Jaune walked over to HF Murasama. He picked the sword up and sheathed it. Then, Jaune turned around and walked to where LQ-84i was lying down. The only visible part of the cyborg was his head, the rest being covered with bricks from the wall he hit. Even then, white blood had begun leaking to the ground.
"I…" The cyborg's voice strained. It was becoming less and less clear as time went on. "I lost…"
Jaune chuckled and sheath HF Crocea, seeing that his opponent was no longer a threat. "That's because you're forced to fight." Jaune said. "But I, I fight because I want to."
"I'm flawed…."
Jaune rolled his eyes. "Please, everyone's flawed. But don't put yourself down, kay? I am quite good, y'know."
Jaune turned around. He waved in goodbye as he walked away. "Be seeing you."
The blond left the scene, not worried about LQ-84i in the least. His cybernetics should sustain his brain long enough for doctors to find him later, enough for him to survive.
Now, if LQ-84i was just another thug, then Jaune wouldn't have even bothered making sure that his attacks were fatal but survivable. B ut LQ-84i was one of the few who truly didn't want to fight, going so far as warning Jaune beforehand, unlike other 'desperate' people who rushed at Jaune wildly. Maybe Jaune was being a hypocrite. He didn't know. What's important was that LQ-84i struck a chord with Jaune, and the blond made sure to act on that.
There's a fine line between being desperate then fighting for said desperation and being enslaved to fight, even tortured to do so. Jaune can't give to shits about the former, but he won't stand for the latter.
As Jaune walked away, he thought about his enemy at the HQ. 'So this is the type of person you are, Armstrong…' His eyebrows knitted in seriousness. 'You enslave others...send them to die…'
Jaune finally found the entrance to World Marshall HQ. 'If that's so…' Jaune grinned as he sliced it open, revealing a hallway that's very high-tech and clean. A stark contrast to the dirty and run-down sewers he was at moments before. 'Then it's going to be all the more satisfying when I finally take you and your little posse down.'
An Hour of Fighting Through World Marshall HQ Later…
Jaune walked on as tall gates in front of him opened. It led to a massive room with quite the high ceiling. He was deep in World Marshall HQ now, no doubt about it.
As he stepped in the massive room, 'more like a hangar of some kind.' Jaune noted, he heard a voice call out to him from above.
"Welcome to Denver!"
Jaune quickly looked up and saw a man walking upside down on the ceiling, surrounded by a purple glow. Jaune briefly thought that the glow was from Aura, but a second look proved him wrong. Instead of surrounding the body totally and nowhere else, this glow seemed wild, latching on to any metal surface surrounding the man.
"I am Monsoon." The man spoke. "We've been expecting you, Jaune."
"Oh?" Jaune lifted an eyebrow, intrigued. He walked forward in interest. "And why's that?"
"You've been making quite the stir in the underground world. " Monsoon continued to walk upside-down towards Jaune "Taking down the Favela Cartel. Killing the Dragon of Yojima. Do I need to say more?"
"Ah, they were barely a challenge, y'know?" Jaune smiled. "I don't think I deserve the recognition for something so easy!"
"And yet when they're gone they'll always leave a power vacuum." Monsoon continued. "One way or another, no matter how hard you try, it almost always goes back to business as usual. You realized that didn't you Jaune? That's why you-"
"I don't give a shit anymore! Who I kill doesn't matter." Jaune chuckled and unsheathed HF Murasama. He pointed it at the purple glowing cyborg. "What matters is that I take all of you down, here and now."
"Well then," Monsoon smirked. He pulled out a red phosphorus grenade and pulled its pin. "Let's see what you've got, Jetstream…" He let go of the grenade and let it fall. It exploded in midair, covering the hangar in a misty white smoke.
Jaune put his left hand on HF Crocea's hilt and gripped HF Murasama tighter with his right hand. He tensed. His eyes flicked left and right as Monsoon's laughter echoed across the hangar. 'Where's he gonna come from...'
There!
Jaune unsheathed HF Murasama in breakneck speed just as Monsoon came down from the ceiling behind him, Monsoon's infamous double sai HF Dystopia at the ready. With manic laughter, the mercenary swiped down at Jaune. The blond managed to parry it just in time and stepped back. He prepared to parry once again as Monsoon disappeared within the smoke.
'Damn!' Jaune cursed 'He's gonna drop in and out of sight, isn't he?!' Jaune parried another hit just in time. He couldn't let his frustrations show, lest Monsoon started catching on to him.
Jaune smirked as he parried another attack. Monsoon was getting predictable. Jaune strengthened his left foot with Aura. As Monsoon appeared for the second attack, Jaune quickly kicked him away before he could swipe down, scoring a clean hit. The red phosphorus smoke cleared up just as Monsoon was sent skidding back.
Jaune yelled and rushed at Monsoon , his line of sight now clear. Jaune swung an overhead slash. Monsoon parried it with HF Dystopia, his knees buckling from the force. Jaune slowly but steadily overpowered Monsoon's block. Monsoon decided to snap out of the situation by redirecting Jaune's attack to the side. With the redirection, HF Murasama's blade hit the concrete floor. Monsoon quickly weaved close to Jaune and kicked him multiple times, the blond forced to tank the hits with his Aura.
Jaune stepped back from the consecutive kicks, bowing down in pain. Damn, that hurt! As Jaune looked up, he saw Monsoon's arms fly away from his body and approach him with the sai in grip, all the while Monsoon stood a safe distance away.
'Aw what the fuck is this now?!' Jaune thought as he parried the swipes from a hand floating in midair. What the fuck?! 'Seperating an arm isn't normal, cyborg or not!'
And then that grinning, sai-wielding, crazy fucking bastard decided to up the ante by splitting his body in two and sending his lower half running and kicking towards Jaune. Seriously, how the fuck was his upper body floating in midair?!
Jaune groaned in frustration. "This magnetic shit's getting real old!" He parried the kicks as best he can. It took a lot of Aura to strengthen his body and tank the blows, and even then he kept staggering back. Eventually, Monsoon decided to switch things up and decided to attack him with his upper body. He floated above the ground and quickly ru shed at Jaune. Monsoon twirled his sai and sliced and swiped at Jaune, his attacks leaving a purple trail in their wake. The attacks were blindingly fast, and Jaune could barely keep up.
Eventually, Jaune's defense gave in. A particularly hard blow broke Jaune's parry, his arms going to his sides unable to negate the attack's force. With a grin, Monsoon plunged one of his sai deep into Jaune's gut, its High-Frequency modification allowing it to pass through Jaune's Aura. The blond cried out in pain. Monsoon quickly kicked Jaune away, sending Jaune rolling on the floor.
Jaune gasped and got up. He put his hand over his stomach, blood leaking from the wound. Jaune growled and gripped HF Murasama tighter with his right hand. With his left hand, he unsheathed HF Crocea. Jaune roared and rushed at Monsoon again, his Aura already beginning to work on closing the wound.
High-Frequency weapons nullified Aura's armour, but that didn't mean that it couldn't work on healing the damage right after.
Monsoon smirked. He closed his visor and a circular piece protrude from the center of his helmet. As Jaune rushed at him and swung with HF Murasama, he let his body panels separate, making Jaune's swing pass through midair. He could see Jaune's face as he missed, the expression on it clearly screaming 'Aw come the FUCK ON!'
Monsoon laughed as Jaune continued to swing with HF Murasama multiple times, each time only hitting air. "Are you that stupid?!" He taunted. "Maybe I misjudged you, Jaune!"
However, what Monsoon didn't realize was that Jaune had a plan. In his entire attack rush, Jaune hadn't once attacked with HF Crocea. So when he did slash HF Crocea towards his opponent's head, Monsoon was caught off guard and could barely dodge it. Jaune didn't stop there. He predicted where Monsoon would dodge and dropped HF Murasama from his hand. As Monsoon's head dodged the swing, it moved right into Jaune's hand.
With a yell, Jaune gripped Monsoon's head hard and kneed it. Hard. Monsoon's focus shattered with a cry of pain, his separable body parts falling to the floor with nothing holding them together. With this, Jaune began slashing at the multiple parts, accumulating damage to Monsoon's body.
Monsoon yelled and let out a magnetic blast. Jaune was sent flying back, landing on the floor a good distance away. Before he could get up, smoke had already formed around him, blocking his entire vision.
Jaune hurriedly gathered himself and stood up, preparing for another attack from Monsoon. His opponent's mad cackles can be heard as he seemingly danced around the smoke, just outside of Jaune's vision. However, the attack never came. As Jaune's eyes flicked left and right, up and down, even as the smoke subsided, Monsoon never came. He had disappeared, and Jaune was left alone in the hangar once more.
Jaune let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. His muscles relaxed and he went over and picked HF Murasama off of the ground. He sheathed both of his swords, letting himself take a small breather.
He put his hand over the wound on his gut. The wound had closed, but it had taken a significant portion of Aura, even for someone with Aura reserves as large as him. 'If I had to guess,' Jaune thought to himself. 'I'm probably at around 40 percent right now.'
Just then, his phone decided to ring. Jaune pulled it out of his pocket with his other hand and picked up the call, from an unknown number. His target's voice spoke from the other end.
"Well done, Jaune." Senator Armstrong applauded. Jaune didn't react, "But you haven't quite passed the test yet, Jaune. Come on up to the rooftop. It'd be a shame if we didn't meet after you went to all this trouble."
End scene! So yeah, I replaced the Metal Gear RAY fight with a small Monsoon skirmish. Since Monsoon was the one heading the Remnant search, it'd only be natural for him to see what Jaune, someone who's probably from Remnant, is capable of. As for Bladewolf's change, I figured turning him into a wolf faunus was something that could mark a better merging with the RWBY-verse side of things.
How'd you feel about it? Fight scenes to short? Dialogue not clear? Write it in the reviews!
See you next time!