King: Okay, let's get into this!

Knox: Oh boy~! This is going to be an interesting one! Or an odd one, depending on how you want to look at it.

King: So, hope you enjoy.

Inspiration: N/A

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Emerald took a breath and knew it was time to get her act together. Her mind has been constantly bombarded by what Mercury said to her. And now, it filed out an answer for her. Cinder was using her. Not only was she using her, but she would toss her aside to burn if it furthered her goal. Emerald had to make a hard decision of where to take herself after they returned to Remnant. It was finally time to break away. Come the next intermission, she'll throw herself on the mercy of the Beacon staff. She knew she ran the risk of them rejecting and trying to lock her away, but at least they couldn't do so as long as they were here.

Raven huffed in her chair, "Just start the next one already."

King popped back in over her, "Oh? I didn't peg you for enjoying multi-dimensional viewings."

"Shut it. I'm stuck here and this is the only thing I can actually do here. So get a move on."

"Bold of you to speak like that to what is basically this mini dimension's god. But alright. Let's get going." He disappeared again and started the next round.

The screen opened to show an extravagant hall with several glowing stained-glass windows on each side. Each window depicted a warrior standing atop a Grimm in triumph with banner in hand. At the end of the hall, a man stood in full black armor trimmed with gold. He was an old man, likely in his late 70s. His right eye was torn and scared, lost to battle. His head was shaved bald and a beard grown on his features. He cut an imposing figure despite being shorter than the average man.

Jaune was stiff as a board on sight of this man with eyes filled by a primal fear. Everyone was more than a little concerned, but their attempts to get him to explain why was so afraid yielded no answers.

The man looked out and downward to a kneeling figure. The figure was dressed in a solid black robe. He knelt before this elder, the camera barely catching his golden blond hair.

Nora tilted her head slightly, still a bit concerned with her team leader's state, "Okay, so there's Jaune, but who's the other guy?"

Ozpin closed his eyes, attempting to recall something from his past. He felt like he'd met this man before, if only briefly.

A sentiment shared by Gira Belladonna. Gira smacked his forehead a bit, as if to loosen the memory being blocked, "I know I've seen him before. But where?"

Kali thought back to the last time this happened, "Well, considering last time you got like this, it's likely from your time in the revolution. When you met Montagne."

Gira crossed his arms and tried to focus on that. "I think you're right. But I can't place it."

The man looked down toward Jaune. "Son of Montagne. You kneel before the eyes of the Golden Light. And in this hallowed hall, you stand before these elder eyes of the Holy Order. You no doubt know why you have been summoned here today." The man sighed after a moment, "I bet your father already spoiled it for you."

Jaune blinked back to form from shock. "What?"

"Jaune's back!" Nora yelled."

Pyrrha placed a hand on Jaune's shoulder, "Jaune, are you okay? You blanked out on us for a while there."

Jaune gave an apologetic smile, "Sorry about that. I just kind of freeze up whenever I see Uncle Percy."

"Uncle Percy?"

Gira and Ozpin instantly had a look of shocked realization, blurting out, "Percival Arc!"

Everyone turned back to them, confused now. Blake turned to her father to ask, "Who?"

Ozpin dragged his hands down his face, "Percival Arc, also called Arc the Younger, is the brother of Charles."

Gira nodded, "A fierce warrior without any sense fear. I'd call him a madman if I didn't know how calculating he can be."

Jaune nodded, "He can be pretty scary sometimes…"

Jaune nodded slightly, "He has." Jaune knew that his great-uncle had summoned him for some kind of gift, but he was very vague on the details.

Percival watched Jaune for a moment before laughing to himself, "Seems the boy can keep a secret. I doubt he lied, but if he told you the whole truth, I doubt you'd be so… subdued."

Jaune remained kneeling, not entirely sure what his great-uncle meant by that. But he was about to find out.

Percival stepped to the side and grabbed a long sword from an altar. Returning to Jaune, he pulled the blade from its scabbard with a harmonious ring out over the near empty hall.

Nora seemed a little concerned, "What's going on?! What's he about to do?"

Jaune's eyes were just as wide as his counter, amazed and excited.

Percival placed the end of the blade on Jaune's left shoulder, "By my name as the High Chaplain of the Golden Light." He moved the blade over Jaune to his other shoulder, "By the honor of Arcadia and the Blood of Julius." He lifted the sword and moved it back to the left side, "I name you as a guardian of life on Remnant." The sword moved to the right again, "I name you a hand of justice in our world of darkness." The blade was lifted again to stand before Percival, "I welcome you to the Seventh Legion of Arcadia. I ask you the company which you wish to belong."

Ironwood raised an eyebrow, "Seventh Legion?"

Ozpin couldn't help but smile, "A knighting ceremony, though a small one. Seems this version of Mr. Arc was recognized. If memory serves, it is the greatest honor in Arcadia to be knighted, even more by the leader of a Legion."

Jaune nodded, "It's pretty rare, but some of the Legions still uphold older traditions, especially the smaller ones."

Ironwood was interested now, "You'll have to tell me about these Legions of yours."

Jaune chuckled, a little nervous. Though, he looked back up to the screen, "Still weird to think I'd be part of the Seventh, though."

Jaune kept his head down for the moment, "I choose to join the Second Company."

Now Jaune knew without a doubt that this version was very different.

Percival raised a brow, "You wish to join the 7-Second?"

Jaune nodded from his stance, "Yes! I do."

"So be it." Percival spun the blade around, placing the tip against the ground. "May the Golden Light shine upon you. You take upon your shoulders the defense of this world from darkness and chaos! You shall live to cut your path through darkness so light may forever shine upon the common people. I ask you, Prospect, do you swear to uphold life by these terms?"

Jaune didn't hesitate to answer, "I swear on my word as an Arc, on my Arcadian blood, and on my very soul awash in the Golden Light!"

Percival couldn't help but smile just a bit hearing that, "Then rise Inquisitor of the Golden Light. Stand in the Light and take up your arms! Strike down any that wish harm upon the light and life of this world."

Jaune finally stood upright again, a certain pride radiating off of his grin.

Percival grinned before the world faded to black. His voice continuing over the darkened screen, "Go now, and stand with pride in your deeds and Light in your heart."

"Okay, I'm a little lost now." Coco finally brought up what more than a few were asking internally, "What's this Golden Light thing?"

Jaune explained it as best he could, "It's an old idea about the Light of the Soul, or something. I don't remember all of the details."

Oobleck adjusted his glasses, "If my research is correct, the Golden Light was once a word used for what we call Aura. Believed to have been first used approximately 5000 years previous, it was utilized in an era when methods for unlocking another's aura had yet to be formed. At the time, it was believed to be a divine protection, hence the religious undertones in his speech."

The screen opened once again to a view of a forest area beyond the kingdoms. In that moment, everything seemed tranquil until a loud roar rang out over the area. As the local birds took flight from fear, the camera panned down to show a massive Geist flailing about in the woods. After a moment, it's false body collapsed and fell into its component parts as the ghostly form attempted to escape. As it fled, a bullet flew into the back of its head and exploded within the Grimm's skull, shattering any sense of its continued existence.

The camera moved back to show Jaune standing in the field. He was adorned with a sleek black suit of armor with a sleeveless, silver robe over top. He was revealed to be the shooter with a smoking gun, a heavy caliber hand cannon with a curved magazine making it resemble a submachine gun. He placed the gun back at his side and turned away from what was left of the creature.

Nora gasped in excitement, "Did he beat that thing by himself?!"

Sun couldn't help but grin, "Sure seems like it."

Jaune walked over the pieces that one made up the Grimm's body. As he approached, he looked to a blade currently wedged into an arm of stone. Jaune sighed and climbed the rock to reach the blade. With a wide stance, he slowly pulled the blade from the rock. The blade was a two-hand longsword with a bright steel blade, golden cross guard, black hilt, and a pommel to match its guard. With a small flourish, he returned the blade to its rightful home in the scabbard at his side.

Ruby felt a little disappointed, "So, no Crocea Mors in this one. Oh well. At least the sword looks well made."

Jaune hopped off the bolder and made his way toward his true target. A village resting in these woods had long since fallen under the influence of a madman by the name of Vilnas Yuma. The man spread his ideas stating that the Creatures of Grimm were literally creatures in the service of a god called Grimm and he was that god's voice on Remnant. Those that followed him became his personal army while those who didn't were often slaughtered as sacrifices to Grimm.

Plenty in the audience found that to be quite the shock to the system

Yang looked up to the screen, incredulous, "Why would anyone follow someone like that?"

Port sighed in response, "Such people do exist, and often gather followers of the desperate and alone. They form their cults to gather power or, rarely, because they truly believe their own teachings. These are often the most dangerous because of just how much they're willing to give up for their cause."

Raven thought back to just such an occasion. An aspiring cultist looking to recruit her tribesmen to his strange ideals. He told her that his god would protect him from all harm that would fall upon him. Safe to say, he soon found himself missing a head and all faith in his word.

Jaune approached the old village, current home of Vilnas's cult. As he entered through an old wood gate, stares from the cultists started to gather on him. No one was certain what to make of him just yet. They knew this could go one of two ways. Either he sought them out to join their cause under their god called Grimm, or he was here to cause them trouble.

As Jaune reach the village's center, a man stood in front of him, blocking his path. To call the man large would be an understatement. He looked down to Jaune with a slight smile, "Welcome stranger, to our home. Tell me, what is it that calls you to our land this day? Have you been called by our glorious Grimm?"

Jaune chuckled to himself before starting to laugh in this man face. After second of his laughter, he sighed and looked back to the man with a confident smirk, "I heard a call alright." As he spoke, his smirk fell to a serious visage, "The call to purge your heresy from this world and bring justice down upon all you."

Everything was silent. Tension forming over time. This was the moment of truth, who would strike first?

Yang got a little excited, seeing a sort of western standoff playing out in front of her again.

As seconds ticked by, Jaune was already poised to strike. As the large man hoped to seize his opportunity to attack while Jaune was off guard, Jaune used a Dust lining in his armor to turn himself into a living flash bang. The man staggered back, blinded, as Jaune spun on his heel to slash into the man's torso. Since Vilnas gathered exclusively from those without aura, it left a heavy gash in his chest that would likely be life threatening.

Ruby shook a bit in her chair. It was rather easy to forget sometimes that not everyone has aura to protect them, and that one wrong move could take a civilian life without meaning to.

With intensions now clear, the cultists charged Jaune, hoping to flood him with their numbers and take him down. However, Jaune was ready. As one tried to strike him with a knife, Jaune grabbed his wrist and wrenched the man's arm around behind him. He took the knife and stabbed a woman trying to attack from behind. He took his captive and swung him to the ground before kicking his jaw hard enough to knock both him and his teeth out. Jaune drew his cannon and cut a bloody path through the cult and further into the village. Though far from a blur, his actions were far too fast to show any sense of hesitation. Each movement was fluid and with purpose. Each counter an attack, each attack a hit, and each hit a dead cultist. Even as some of the weaker cultists tried to run, he shot down those attempting to flee without mercy. He couldn't risk them running off to start their cult anew.

Many of the students found his display to be far too brutal for their tastes, believing arrest was the better option. The adult huntsmen in the room would agree it was the preferable option, but they saw too much to find this beyond their experiences. To some, memories will always haunt them for they've had to do.

As one tried to attack him with a makeshift ax, Jaune grabbed his attacker and knocked him into his cohorts only for them to find Jaune slipped a Dust grenade onto the first man, killing the pile. Jaune ran another through and used him as cover to fire his cannon out into the crowd. Blood rained upon the ground, soaking the dried dirt and turning it red. In time, he stood alone as the last of the cultists on the street fell to the ground as he bled out from a missing leg.

None of the students cold quite tell if that was entirely necessary.

As Jaune kicked off his human shield, he was granted the time to take stock. After a quick head count of cultists, he found corpses he didn't create. Likely the original inhabitants of the village. Unlike the others, these bodies were strewn about on the edges of the village, their wounds were horrific to say the least. Men, women, and children were torn apart, literally if the wounds were anything to go by. Teeth and bite marks were buried into the flesh and fear was forced upon them as their last state of being.

Now the students were contemplating if it had been enough. The state of the bodies was enough to cause some of them to lurch, the only reason vomit was avoided was experience. Even Raven saw this as far too much for her tastes. The only one not quite as inclined to gag at seeing this was Cinder, but that was because she had to long since get used to Tyrian and his… hobbies.

Jaune knew this cult was bad, but this was on another level. He always assumed that when they killed those who refused them, they shot them or cut off their heads. Apparently, it was a more twisted death in store for them. Jaune would bury them properly when this was over. Right now, he had a cult leader to kill.

And if a deranged psycho cultist was going to be anywhere, it would be the church at the end of town. Truth be told, it was clearly the town hall repurposed by Vilnas into his dark church. Jaune approached the door and ran his blade through the wooden barrier. Pulling the blade back, he kicked the door aside and revealed a dead cultist on the other side. Jaune shook his head looking at the body, "Predictable to a fault." Jaune kicked the cultist away from the door and walked into the hall.

Coco whistled, a bit amazed he could tell something like that so easily.

Velvet was similarly intrigued, though telling something like that would have been easy for her and her advanced hearing.

A man sat in a makeshift throne. To call him old would be an understatement. This was an ancient man with hair long since faded to white. His face was covered in wrinkles and everything about the man said elder. He let out a laugh as Jaune stepped into his lair, "So, they finally send someone to me. I wonder, do you truly believe in the path you walk? Is that why they send you to kill me? Because they cannot stand to let me preach? Do your Kingdoms truly fear my truth?"

Jaune rolled his eyes, "I'm here as an Inquisitor of the Arcadian Chapter of the Golden Light. I am here to punish you for your sins upon Remnant and your heresy in life." Jaune shot the old man with his cannon, ripping his head apart. He then turned to the cultist on the floor, who wasn't quite as dead as he let on.

Velvet jolted up, "Wait, did… he know?"

As the man froze up, knowing the game was up, Jaune shot the hinges into the door to make it harder to open without ripping it off the wall. "Vilnas Yuma, I find you guilty of treason on three counts, in mind, word, and action. I find you thrice guilty of heresy in mind, word, and action. Many lives have been lost to your will and today is the end of that will. Have you any last words, heretic?"

Vilnas started to laugh before rising to his feet. He looked toward Jaune with grin, "You think you are the holier man here? You are nothing but a soldier with a fancy name and robe. The Creatures stalk this world to punish our rage and prejudices! Humans and Faunas hate another, and the Creatures of Grimm descend upon them. Is that not the will of a god?!"

That got people in the audience a little on edge. It was hard to deny that the Grimm were attracted to negative emotion, but no one was really sure why this was. This left plenty of open space for someone like this Vilnas to fill with their own ideas.

Jaune was silent, looking down upon this man. After a pause, knowing Vilnas was done, he replied, "Your words are noted, be cleansed by the Light and go into the next life." Jaune shot the man through the head, ripping it to shreds. Jaune walked pass the man and kicked the door off its hinges and into the world. The last shot of the world showed Jaune cast in sunlight, the rays from this light like a pair of angel's wings.

The screen closed to show a black banner with a bright white, stylized angel holding a sword. In its other hand, it held a banner of its own that descended around and underneath the angel to show words, the motto of Arcadia's Seventh Legion, [Forgiveness, Absolution, Salvation]. This was the variation utilized by the Second Company, the Inquisitor Corp.

Knox popped in with a guttural yell (somehow). "No one expects the Arcadian Inquisition!"

Ironwood tapped his foot in thought, "I imagine we can learn more about these Legions at some point."

King came to form soon after, "I suppose. I'll see what I can do."

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King: So, side thing. I went into this whole thing creating an Arcadian Military. Do you guys want a King's World of Remnant on the Arcadian Legions or no? There's another one in the pipeline, but I'm not too sure what to do for it yet. Food for thought.