In the vastness of space, a huge ship was flying through space; it was huge. It was white, black, and gold, with a double crescent with the points down on the tail fin, and the name 'Arc Wing'. On it was an all-female crew, and the ship's captain was a handsome man with blond hair, blue eyes, and a buffed body in a yellow Under armor shirt, black cargo pants, and boots.
He was sitting in the captain's chair and looking over his ladies. He had been throughout the universe; he had defended the weak and innocent and fought tyrants, universal maniacs, misguided military leaders, and the like. He's been everywhere and done everything, but the one thing he's done was defeat a very powerful dictatorship throughout the universe. Every civilized planet, solar system, and galaxy heard what he had done and celebrated.
The captain was exhausted, but he wanted to make sure that his girls were alright. His Chief Officer looked at him and saw that he was about to fall asleep when she went to him. She was a beautiful woman with light brown hair and hazel eyes. She was dressed in a black and gold bodystocking and black ankle boots. "Why don't you go and get some rest, Captain?" She said he looked at her; she could tell he was running on fumes.
"Are you sure?" He said.
"Of course, we'll wake you when we get there." She said, so he stood up and went to his quarters. As a tall, dark-skinned young woman wrapped an arm around him, helping him to his quarters. She was also in the ship's colors, but in a bodysuit and boots. She had long black hair and yellow eyes.
(Captain Quarters)
She carried him into the quarters as he was fast asleep. She looked at him and went to his bedroom. She laid him down and took off his top, pants, and boots. "Sleep well, Hero." She said. The man was a certain ex-hunter by the name of Jaune Arc. When he left, he did everything he could to make Remnant a decent place to live. He helped faunus, defeated the White Fang, and was a pain in the ass for the SDC. Then he had met up with a person from space whom he had helped. As thanks, the man took Jaune with him.
Jaune had joined the space group that the man was a member of and joined. Jaune had fought for the innocent, and he Fought. He was seen as a universal hero. Now he was on his way back to Remnant. He rested in bed, finally getting rest.
(Remnant)
On the planet of Remnant, people had heard about what had happened and were in shock. A kid who had faked his way into one of the most premiere huntsmen academies is now a universal hero? They couldn't believe it, but the proof was out there.
(Beacon, Ozpin's office)
Ozpin was at his desk, just sighing; he was very upset with everyone who had removed Jaune from Beacon. The Arc boy was doing his best; he was passing all of his classes and was doing better in combat class. But, since he was expendable, he didn't matter. Vale's council wanted him to forget about the Arc, but Ozpin threatened their jobs, and they kept quiet.
Ozpin swirled his coffee, the bitter taste doing little to alleviate the bitter irony of the situation. He had known Jaune possessed potential, a raw, untamed spirit that, with proper guidance, could bloom into something extraordinary. He saw the empathy in the boy, the unwavering desire to protect others, even when he lacked the skill to do so effectively. That was a rare and invaluable quality, especially amongst huntsmen often driven by personal glory or vengeance.
He regretted his inaction, his own cautious approach that ultimately led to Jaune's expulsion. He could have intervened, offered extra support, perhaps even bent the rules slightly. But he hadn't. He had allowed the council's pressure and his own ingrained pragmatism to dictate his choices, and now, the consequences were staring him in the face. Jaune Arc, the boy he had deemed unsuitable, was a hero on a galactic scale.
The elevator chimed, the doors sliding open to reveal Glynda Goodwitch, her expression a mixture of concern and disapproval. "Ozpin," she began, her tone laced with reprimand, "the council is demanding answers. They want to know what Beacon knew about Jaune Arc, and why he was allowed to leave without…" she trailed off, searching for the right word, "...without being properly acknowledged, I suppose."
Ozpin sighed again, the sound heavy with weariness. "Tell them the truth, Glynda. We knew he was struggling. We offered what support we could. And ultimately, he chose a different path." He paused, a flicker of defiance in his eyes. "A path that has clearly led him to extraordinary achievements."
Glynda pursed her lips, unconvinced. "They're not going to be satisfied with that, Ozpin. The public is clamoring for information. They want to know why a son of Remnant, who dedicated himself to protecting other worlds, was discarded by his own people."
"Then tell them the full story, Glynda," Ozpin said, his voice regaining its authority. "Tell them about the biases, the prejudices, the short-sightedness that led to Jaune's departure. Let them see the flaws in our system, the mistakes we made. Perhaps then, we can learn from this and ensure that no other potential hero is lost in the cracks."
He knew it was a long shot. The council was more likely to engage in damage control, crafting a narrative that painted Beacon in a favorable light. But he had to try. He owed it to Jaune, and he owed it to Remnant.
(Vale)
The streets of Vale were buzzing with conversation, the news of Jaune Arc dominating every broadcast and private discussion. Banners proclaiming "Welcome Home, Jaune Arc!" were hastily erected, and crowds gathered, eagerly anticipating the return of their newfound hero.
Ruby Rose, now a seasoned huntress and leader of Team RWBY, stood amidst the throng with her teammates. She felt a complicated mix of emotions – disbelief, regret, but mostly, pride. She remembered Jaune's awkward attempts to flirt with Weiss, his unwavering loyalty, and his determination to improve, despite his shortcomings. They had all dismissed him, underestimated him. Now, he was returning a legend.
"Can you believe it?" Yang asked, nudging Ruby with her elbow. "Jaune Arc, a galactic hero! Who would have thought?"
"He always had it in him," Blake said quietly, her eyes scanning the sky. "He just needed the right opportunity."
Weiss, ever the pragmatist, folded her arms. "This could be good for Remnant. A hero of his stature could bring much-needed attention and resources to our world."
Ruby nodded, her expression thoughtful. "I hope he remembers us," she said softly. "I hope he hasn't forgotten about Remnant."
As if in response to her words, a ripple appeared in the sky above them, a shimmering distortion that heralded the arrival of something extraordinary. The crowd gasped, their eyes wide with anticipation. And then, it emerged – a colossal ship, a beacon of white, black, and gold, emblazoned with the double crescent of the Arc family. The 'Arc Wing' had arrived.
The atmosphere crackled with excitement as the ship began its descent, casting a long shadow over the city. Ruby felt her heart pounding in her chest. Jaune was home.