Ch. 1: Jonah I

Authors note: Again all advice is welcome. Where to go, who so-in-so gets with, all that stuff

As always Rwby belongs to Rooster Teeth

Everywhere he looked seemed a nightmare, smoke rising from burning buildings, the sounds of Grimm roaring in the distance, alongside gunfire though it was hard to tell friend or foe by sound alone. Jonah Arc had only just arrived in the city of Vale, the streets were overrun with Grimm, the the Atlisan drones were firing in all directions indiscriminately, criminals were taking this chance to grab whatever they could, they were surprisingly well armed and seemed quite prepared. Several squads were reporting the presence of White Fang goons at Beacon.

Jonah's ships landed in the city center where he would set up his head quarters and establish a safezone for the terrified civilians. It had been around three hours since the disaster began, since Pyrrha Nikos tore that strange android apart, and then reports became confused. First Atlas ships and drones were holding off the Grimm, and then the ship were firing on one another, while the drones attacked everything. Then word that Grimm were within the walls but with no clear breach, some even claiming they were airlifted in, with large amounts of avian Grimm as well.

Jonah had immediately scrambled his forces as they were the closest division and rushed them towards the capital, he alerted other local garrisons and militias across the kingdom to go on high alert for possible Grimm attacks. Which was a good call because not only Grimm but bandits and White Fang were launching small raid across Vale. Looking on the destruction only made him think of his son somewhere down in that mess: Jaune.

Jonah remembered when Jaune first asked to go to Beacon, saying that he wanted to follow in his great grandfather's footsteps and become a huntsman, it seemed that even though the old man died when Jaune was five he had a profound effect on the boy. Despite this Jonah had his reservations about letting Jaune go, mostly because he was worried that Jaune was only becoming a huntsman to...

Jonah's ship finally set down snapping him out of his memory, 'No time for that now, cold and calculated that's the prescription,' he reminded himself. Stepping off the transport his cane had rarely ever felt so in the way, with his stiff leg he hobbled over to his command post.

General Arc's troops began moving to the assigned positions, setting up a perimeter and began sending squads out to clear the nearby area, as he did so he looked up and saw the last of Ironwood's precious fleet smash into the west side of Vale, and moments later Ironwood's tin soldiers went tumbling to the ground. 'At least one less problem,' Jonah thought dryly, wondering how long it would take Ironwood to rebuild his vaunted fleet.

Just as the thought was crossing his mind the first civilians were escorted in to the safe zone, with local police, the remnants of battered Atlas squads, Vale troopers, and huntsman or huntsman in training, even some civilians with personal or salvaged weapons. The next half hour was spent micromanaging his forces, sending troops to defend the walls, getting in contact with other safezones, bringing in more reinforcements and organizing search and destroy ops with his meager huntsmen. It was around that time when Ironwood finally wandered into the safezone, his pristine uniform was burned to a crisp and revealed his cybernetic arm, in essence he looked like a mess. Yet Ironwood walked up to Jonah's command post like he owned it. Next to him were two huntsmen. One black haired, red eyed man in ragged clothes with a sword in hand. The other a blonde green eyed no nonsense woman, that looked a dead ringer for an older version of one of Jonah's daughters.

Ironwood introduced himself, and his friends Qrow Bronwen a huntsman and Glynda Goodwitch a teacher at Beacon academy. Ms. Goodwitch's eyes went wide when Jonah introduced himself as General Jonah Arc.'She must know Jaune,' he thought amused, 'and she must know what he's like to be that surprised by me,' whatever her thoughts she quickly swallowed them.

"What's the situation General?" Ironwood asked in a formal tone.

"The situation?!" Jonah wanted to punch him! Ironwood, a foreigner, had been charged with the safety of the Vital festival, and had been given command of all Vale forces within the city. Now the festival ended in a blood bath, partly because of Ironwood's little robot girl, and Vale was on fire, and everywhere corpses lined the streets.

Letting some anger slip into his voice, "last I checked three Atlas cruisers and two dozen fighters were in the skies protecting us, now the cruisers are gone along with half the fighters. About three quarters of your men are unaccounted for, my money's on dead, a certain safety in that. Grimm, white fang, and gods know what else is stalking the streets and Beacon. Thousands of Vale citizens are littering the ground, and one of them might be MY SON!" Even he was surprised at last part.

Ironwood pushed on. "We'll see what troops we can pull fro-"

"WE?!" Jonah spat the word, Ironwood looked confused, "YOU were tasked with defending this city, and in that task you have failed! From here on you are only in charge of the Atlas soldiers, and you will receive your orders from me."

"I was put in command by the council!" Ironwood protested.

"Indeed, but they might have different thoughts on you now," Jonah stated as if he even knew the council was alive, "but frankly I don't give two shits, I don't and won't trust the lives of my men, my people or my son, to a proven failure!"

With that Ironwood left to establish some idea of what happened to his Atlas troops, though more likely to pout about his career ending defeat. 'If he has any honor,' Jonah thought, 'he'll blow his brains out by mourning.' For now he put Ironwood out of his mind.

He turned when he heard Ms. Goodwitch speak, "any word from Beacon?" the anxiety was clear in her voice.

'A good teacher at least,' Jonah thought as he opened his mouth to speak, "We-"

The ground suddenly shook and a great, CRACK thundered from the mountain, stones flying everywhere. A giant Grimm dragon took flight and soared towards Beacon. A hideous roar erupting from its throat. 'Don't let him be there,' Jonah prayed, 'let him be anywhere else, but not there!'