A/N: Hey everyone, so yeah, people really seemed to love the idea of a Harry Potter multiverse viewing. Can't wait to have some guy write 1000 words about copyright about harry potter cause that seems to be the only place that gets it. (Yeah, they go for fanfic writers instead of YouTubers that use the characters, merchandise, music and film clips)

In this chapter, the audience get to have a wander around outside the theatre and meet some interesting guests. This is going to be separate chapters during it, so take this as part one.

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In the show room, the audience were talking amongst them-selves. Certain groups keeping their discussions down to a whisper, such as Ozpin and Salem along with their respective inner circles.

Hunters in training had some catching up to do with their friends whilst those with their parents in the show room moved to them.

Over at Salem and her minions, the topic came down to the silver eye girl and the young Arc.

"So not only do we have a surviving silver eye warrior but a boy who may or may not have a bigger impact that what was originally predicted." Hazel summed up as he crossed his massive arms.

"How did you fail to clock on to this boy Cinder? You spent quite a while at Beacon, surely you must have noticed something." Watts tsked making Cinder snarl at the scientist.

"At Beacon, Arc was a nobody, his record of wins were as low as your success rate, he was better known for his losses while his partner, Pyrrha Nikos was a bigger threat and was Ozpins intended candidate for the next Fall Maiden." Cinder argued as Emerald nodded in agreement.

Tyrian sat in his usual crouch position on his chair (This guy wanting to be L from Death Note so badly) "Even I saw something interesting in the kid when I went to capture that little red brat." He was still sore about the whole tail getting cut off deal. "But it's just like you to judge a book by its cover, you saw a weakling and thought nothing more, so caught up in your own powers. Look where that's gotten you." He cackled at the end.

Cinder's rage spiked at the insane Faunus mocking her and was about to retaliate but stopped as Salem spoke.

"What have I said about fighting amongst ourselves?" the question seemed innocent enough but from Salem? It was the death itself was hovering behind you. That manged to cease the disruption between each other as their eyes showed barely controlled fear.

"Now, from the reports I received about possible followers of Ozpin, one can understand Dear Cinder's denial of Arc being anything more than an insignificance but now that we see that he can be of some use, it comes down to whether he will join us, or fall to us."

Salem then caught Mercury opening and closing his mouth from the corner of her eye. "Mercury was it?" she asked.

The silver haired assassin flinched at being caught and singled out by the Grimm Queen but knew being silent now would only land him in hotter water. "Well I was just about to say that it's gonna be harder to get Jauney boy on our side, what with Cinder killing his partner." The false maiden sent a glare at Mercury, was he trying to blame her for not getting Arc on their side?!

Hazel spoke next. "I have to agree mistress. When it comes to with us or against us, I believe that the latter is his choice. At Haven academy, he let his feelings be known about us before the battle and our abduction. He has firm believe in his own views of right and wrong." From what the boy said before charging at Cinder, the giant knew Arc would never join them.

"Perhaps seduction?" Salem then looked to the other women of her cult.

"Well Cinder did shoot his little girlfriend and incinerated her so I don't believe she will be a good candidate." Watts shook his head.

"True but the universe of Dear Cinder and Arc being together may have planted the seeds of doubt, making him believe Cinder can be "Redeemed" even with their history." Salem said before she changed the topic.

"We have talked about the possible threat or ally, now let us move on to the actual threat. The silver eye warrior." She prompted.

"S-same as Jaune mistress, she has a sense of being the good guy, I don't think she can be turned." Emerald spoke up.

"Better to just kill her before she has a better grasp on her abilities." Tyrian suggested.

Salem contemplated the Information from this and the previous viewings silently. This could cause a problem but nothing would stop her from her end goal. Nothing.

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With Ozpins group, the subject was more or less the same.

"Qrow, there must have been something!" Ironwood insisted.

"Im tellin' ya Iron-ass. Kid didn't show anything special. He and his teammates definitely have more loyalty and guts than most hunters I've worked with or seen but that's about it. No flashy show or powers. Not even a peep of a semblance." The experience huntsman took a swig of his flask after that.

"While Mr Arc may not be the best fighter, he certainly has a talent for strategies and an eye for detail." Glynda did see vast improvement from Arc during his stay at Beacon but nothing compared to the foes they fight. Grimm maybe but the people that worked for Salem? Not a chance unfortunately. Not without more training at least.

"Yeah, kid also doesn't trust us that much." Qrow added. "What with Nikos and that." The group fell silent at that. Another person they dragged into this war and failed. It didn't get any easier with every death.

"Nonetheless, Mr. Arc is now an anomaly and Salem won't stand for that, he is either in danger of being killed or captured by her agents. For now we must prepare teams RWBY and JNPR for they may be a deciding factor in this war." Ozpin said. He knew Jaune was special, but in terms of a student, he never thought it would turn into this.

"You're right about that Ozpin. Clover, I leave their training in your hands, the Ace-ops are a successful team and with them teaching teams RWBY and JNPR, we may even the odds." The specialist nodded at his generals orders. This would certainly be interesting. From what he's seen from the portals and the Arc himself, the young hunter in training was more of a power house. Using strength and durability rather than agility. Elm would be a good match for him.

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"So what do you think we'll watch next?" Oscar asked his… friends? Were they close enough to be considered friends, would they consider him a friend? Or Just a part of Ozpin? Oh all of this was just too much for the young farmer.

"Well we've seen an alien martial artist, wizard guy, weird Santa, deadly mercenary, house husband to fire bitch and baby daddy. Anything at this point I guess." Coco listed off.

"Well so far, the first one was my favourite!" Yang said, honestly, aliens, fighting, muscles, energy blasts, muscles, demons, muscles, badass poses and one liners, did she mention muscles?

"The Santa Jaune was the funniest really." Nora laughed as she remembered Santa Jaune bombing the world with gifts.

Before anyone else could continue, Con' popped into existence, gaining everyone's attention.

"Hello everyone, after the realities we just witnessed, I decided to allow everyone a break, so feel free to explore this realm if you wish. I have a gym, a forge for all weapons and armour, hot springs, library and other areas to your desire, just follow the signs I have posted around. I apologise if I seem dismissive but I have something important to attend to. So once again, feel free to roam, though I must ask everyone to avoid any conflict with one another. Verbal? I don't care about, physical? And we will have a problem." Con' left that threat hanging as he disappeared the same fashion.

As he did, multiple doors appeared with different titles above the openings.

Everyone looked at one another before they got from their seat and headed to the areas they wanted to explore. Some going at different times depending on the people heading the same direction.

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After a while, Blake found herself in the library, others such as Salem and Watts were there as well but she felt at ease with Ms. Goodwitch, Oobleck and Ozpin along with her dad in the same place. Sun had followed her to hang out, even if he knew it was going to be some lame library but he was kind like that. Not that Ghira was too happy about it.

Besides that, this Library was like none she had ever visited before, it was exquisite! It was like every book of Remnant and even different worlds resided here, ranging from fiction, history, science, religion and so on.

Blake and her father along with Sun were strolling through the collection before rounding a corner and seeing something rather strange.

"What?" Ozpin along with the two professors shared a look before dashing to where their students shout come from.

They rounded the corner but across from them, Salem calmly walked from behind another aisle with Watts trailing behind her.

Ozpin froze before putting on a glare, Salem matching his with equal ferocity yet greater hatred.

They were both taken out from their glaring contest from the exclamations of Oobleck and Watts. And both saw why.

Unlike the rest of the library they walked through, this section was much larger, well the room itself was indeed large but this section had what seemed like chairs, desks and books or pads designed in mind for a giant. This area was obviously built for bigger guests but why?

Their unspoken question was answered as loud footsteps sounded off from behind one of the giant Bookshelf's.

Those that used weapons instinctively reached for them before realising they didn't have their trusty instruments.

Ghira, being the peacekeeper he was, sought to de-escalate the situation. "Hold on, remember the rule? No harm can come to anyone her and for all we know, we may not even be in danger." He reasoned as he put a comforting hand on his daughter's shoulder.

The footsteps grew louder and closer as it was just around the corner from ahead of them till their mystery guest revealed himself.

They were all shocked to see the giant have a body entirely of metal, he stood around 30 feet tall. Strangely his body while robotic seemed to resemble a truck, especially the chest area and the wheels that rested at his legs.

His head was blue along with his chest, shoulders and forearms, his knees and feet were a light black while his hands, elbows, thighs and face were silver with electric blue eyes.

He seemed to be looking through the collection of stored knowledge just like they had before until he noticed the smaller beings.

Some tensed once again under his gaze. He slowly walked closer to the group and sat on one of his knees as he lent his face down lower so that they were at least the same level. At least they didn't have to strain their necks to look at him.

When the large robotic being noticed their weariness he lifted one hand in a calming gesture.

"Hello." He greeted politely yet his voice boomed slightly due to his large stature compared to them. "Do not worry, I mean you no harm." he said to help ease them out of their hostility.

"W-what are you?" Glynda couldn't help but ask.

"I am an autonomous robotic organism from my home planet, Cybertron." He answered.

"Robotic organism? As in a living robot?" Watts couldn't believe it!

"Who made you?" Sun asked, hoping he didn't offend the thing that could crush him with one finger.

"My kind was created by Primus, a godlike entity who's origin date back to the beginning of the universe itself, our very home-world is his own body, transformed to sustain the life that grew upon It." the giant explained.

"If you're an alien, why do you a resemblance to a human creation?" Oobleck pointed at the wheels and exhaust pipes across his body.

The robot grew a mournful look. "My planet had become uninhabitable after the great war between Autobots and Decepticons. The war raged for millennia until we destroyed the very planet we fought for, many took refuge among other planets. I happen to come across a planet called Remnant and from there we sought to protect it from the Decepticons that were either stationed there or followed soon after. During my stay, I knew that acquiring a vehicle mode that was of the planets native origin was the best course of action to remain hidden from the public."

"Vehicle mode? So you can change your structure?" Oobleck wished he had his trusty note book, he wondered if the being would allow him to study it.

"My kind have the ability to transform into an alternative form, mostly used for transportation, such as ground or air." The metal being filled in.

Ghira was next to ask a question "So you're a soldier of this war?"

"Yes, I am the leader of the Autobots." He answered.

"Well we know of your origins, yet not your name." Salem pointed out.

The giant seemed to focus on Ozpin and Salem for a second before he answered.

What he answered with shocked the group.

"My name is Arc Prime."

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"I'll have to thank that guy." Qrow reminded himself as he finally found what looked like a bar.

He approached the counter and allowed himself in. "Him, Con' seems to know his stuff." He muttered as he picked up a bottle of whisky and rum.

"Mind setting a glass for me?" a voice from behind asked.

Qrow turned and was surprised to see the General of the Atlas military and headmaster to the hunter Academy, James Ironwood standing there.

"Sure, whatever." Qrow agreed as he turned back to making a beverage.

He spoke after hearing the tired general take a seat on the stool in front of the counter. "Ya know, figured you were more of a shooting-range-stress-reliever kind of guy." Qrow joked.

"And why's that?" James half-heartedly asked as he rested his head on his hand, elbow holding him up.

"Well from all the times you threatened to shoot me really." Qrow replied.

After a minute and still no drink, James started to become frustrated. "Qrow, anything will do." He hurried the man up.

"I'm making art here. You let your robots division take their time, why can't I?" and it seemed like Qrow was really focused on the cocktail he was making.

Finally he finished. He passed a glass to the general and poured two glasses. The two toasted but before they could down the burning liquid, they heard chatter heading towards them.

The two shared a look and nodded. If one of Salem's agent came through that door, they wouldn't let their guard up.

But two strangers instead walked in.

The both wore similar white armour with a black clothing under the armour. One had the colour orange painted on his shoulder pads, elbow guards, hands and knee pads with orange lines across his thighs and torso. His helmet completely covered his head with a black visor across his eyes and down his nose, above his eye was an addition to his visor which was also orange, he had a small antenna on his left shoulder.

His had the same armour but different additions and colour. He had blue painted markings in a single line across his arms, from the shoulder pads all the way to the backs of his hands, another set of lines on his knee pads.

His helmet shape was the same but the visor was different also, with painted lines that resembled eyes of some sort across his forehead.

He wore something that resembled a skirt called a Kama, with pistol holsters at his hips. He wore some kind of padding that rested on his shoulders, and ran along his chest, the left side offering more protection called a Pauldron.

Ironwood and Qrow stood straight at the sight of the two strangers. "Who are you?" Ironwood asked with authority in his voice.

Then suddenly the two armoured people stood at attention and saluted?

"Sir." Both greeted the now confused hunters. Though the voice sounded familiar.

"Mr. Arc?" James asked. The new comers shared a look that couldn't be deciphered under their helms.

"Sorry sir?" the one in orange question.

Qrow was getting tired of this "How's about taking those damn helmets off." He suggested.

The armoured duo shared another look and proceeded with the suggestion and rested the helmets under their arms.

Ironwood and Qrow were surprised by what was underneath.

Despite the different hair styles and one having a scar across the side of his head, the two resembled a certain blonde, hell they both looked like one another!

"I think I see the problem here." The blue one spoke.

"Kid, is that you?" Qrow was going crazy now. He would say he drank too much but that was just blasphemy.

"Not exactly but let us introduce ourselves." The twins saluted once again.

"My designation is clone commander 2224, otherwise known as Commander Cody. Commander of the 212th Attack Battalion. I serve under Jedi General James Ironwood of the grand army of the Republic." The orange clone, Cody introduced himself.

"My designation is Clone trooper 7567, my name is captain Rex, and I lead the 501st legion under my Jedi General Qrow Branwen." Rex followed along.

The huntsman were in shocked silence till Qrow piped up. "Im a what?"

Rex frowned "A Jedi sir."

"No after that."

"A General?"

"Yeah, that word there, I don't know whether to sink to my knees in despair or do the following…" Qrow then turned to Ironwood who felt a headache coming due to the shit eating grin on Qrow's face. "GUESS WHO'S A GENERAL BITCH!"

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"You think Con' recently made a nursey for us? Or is he just weird?" Terra asked her wife as they both sat in said nursey with baby Adrian happily playing with some toys, one happen to be a small action figure of his uncle Jaune.

Saphron chuckled as she took a picture of the toddler playing. "Either way, let's just be thankful we have someplace safe and fun for Adrian." Her smile seemed to falter, which Terra immediately picked up on.

"Something on your mind?" she asked. The blonde kept her lips sealed so Terra had to be more accurate.

"It's Jaune isn't it?" those sealed lips trembled slightly as she left her head drop into her hand with a little sob.

"He's my baby brother Ter' and I saw him die. Yeah it wasn't our Jaune but it's also not like seeing someone play dead in a film. He actually died, thousands of times if what the world implied is to be true. And I couldn't do anything!" she cried the last part out. Her baby brother died alone and in pain, no Saphron or mom or dad to help him. It nearly drove her mad! It was knowing that Jaune was nearby and holding Terra along with Adrian that helped her.

"Shh, shh. It's okay, Jaune's okay. Heck that other Jaune made that god of darkness look like an idiot and came out on top." Terra's words helped a little but it wasn't enough.

"Are you going to blame yourself for not being there for Jaune after every bump and bruise he's gonna get? Because I can tell you, you'll be crying all day. Saph. He's a fighter, you can't stop him, heck from what you told me he stole an old outdated weapon and put on some ratty armour as effective as cardboard and still went out there. That's who he is, you can't stop him. What you can do, is be there for him." Terra then hugged her still sobbing wife.

Saphron felt a tug at her trouser and looked down with watery eyes to see a blurry Adrian looking up at her with confused and worried eyes.

"M' m'?" he said, or at least tried.

Saphron let out another sob as she quickly yet gently scooped up the infant and held him close, like he was a life line.

Time seemed to drag on as the three sat in comforting silence as a family.

"Huh, usually I enter a room, say something then the crying starts." A familiar voice sounded off.

The parents' heads shot up to see Jaune, except he looked different, for one he wore a blue button up shirt that was wrinkled with brown pants and a brown suit jacket that was designed for more casual usage.

His hair had evidence of greying near the sides and middle along with an aged face, he also had a walking cane with printed fire on the bottom, similar to what race cars would have.

"Jaune?" Saphron asked.

"Yes, but actually no." he answered as he limped towards the pair.

"W-why do you have a cane?" the sister continued this game of 20 questions.

"I take it in your world, canes aren't used for medical reasons. Are wheelchairs also fashion statements?" he replied sarcastically.

"So you're not our Jaune, but one from another world?" Terra's question was more of an observation.

"Yep." "Jaune" said, popping the p. "In the interest of saving time, I'm Doctor Jaune House Arc. Most call me House or Arc. I am a board-certified diagnostician with a double specialty on infectious disease and nephrology. I was also dragged here against my will, thankfully I wasn't dealing with a patient so I guess that makes everything okay." He said with a stage smile.

He then reached for his pocket and pulled out a small container of pills before popping one in his mouth.

"And before you ask, no this is not candy I snuck in and no you can't have any."

Saphron and Terra looked at one another, this version of Jaune certainly was different from their brother (in law for one of them)

He then rubbed Adrian's head affectionately. "I also came to make sure this little guy was up to date on his vaccinations. If not then I'm going to have to make you feel like idiots and being family won't save you. There's a reason dear mother won't call me anymore unless it's an emergency and even then she has some reluctance."

Saph chuckled at this. Her tears from earlier whipped away from her eyes. "And why's that?" there was a story behind this and possibly a good one.

"Well she had a friend who brought in their kid who had swallowed a magnet, something that was stuck to a fridge and me explaining Darwin's theory to her may have made mama mad and she complained to mother so yeah."

The two mothers let out gasps but amusement danced in their eyes. "You didn't!" Terra didn't believe him. All the while Saphron was now laughing and thinking she was going to hell.

Maybe things will be okay for her Jaune, but for now, she was too entrapped by this Jaune's stories about the clinic where he worked.

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The Ace-ops found themselves heading towards what could be described as a dining hall, that or a high class cafeteria and walked in on a peculiar group that wasn't with them nor any other audience members.

They looked like that Arc kid but each different in a way.

For one they each looked older and donned full black and red armour.

One had long dark hair with a red headband wrapped around his head which had a small skull on it. On the left side of his face, he wore face paint that looked like a skull also. He was armed with two pistols on his hips with a combat knife strapped to his forearm.

Another had a sniper hanging from his back, he had a close shaved haircut with grey coloured hair and what looked like the crosshairs of a sniper scope tattooed around his right eye. He even had a toothpick between his lips.

The third guy had a different set of armour but still fit in with the rest. He wore a set of goggles or glasses and was leaner than the others with receding light brown hair. He had a large backpack with small antennas standing from it.

The fourth person was the largest of them all, while the rest stood at 6ft, he half a foot taller. His face showed various scars that was most likely earned from fights, his left eye was completely white and he was bald. Like himself, his armour was built for heavy duty. He had a machete holstered on his right leg.

The last look alike was more out of place with his white and blue armour, contrasting his comrades. His right arm was a prosthetic, he was also bald with some studs on his head.

"So where the reg's go off to?" the grey hair man asked his friends.

"Well Cody and Rex headed to some bar around here." Headband replied as he sharpened his knife.

"And we're not at said bar because?"

"Cause Wrecker was hungry and do you want to deal with a hangry Wrecker?" the grey haired one snorted.

Clover decided to step forward. "Hello." He greeted.

The 5 look alikes turned to the leader of the Ace-ops.

"You're that kid aren't you? John?" Marrow questioned.

Vine shook his head at his teammate, "His name is Jaune. He even told you this."

"Not exactly." The one with glasses spoke up. "You see, we are clones of him, bred and trained to serve the Republic army."

"So why do you look kind of different from him, only one of you look like him." Harriet asked, placing her hand on her hip.

"Well Echo here is a reg, we were made with mutations." The grey haired one answered.

"Can we get your names then?" Clover asked with a smile.

"Names Hunter. I lead this team." Hunter began as he started listing off his team. "This here is Wrecker." He gestured to the brute that was feasting on a chicken leg. "You ever need a tank moved by hand, ask him."

Hunter then waved his hand to the lean clone. "Next is Tech, the brains of our team, he can fill your head with pointless info, if he asks to observe you don't worry, he doesn't bite."

Tech walked up to the Atlas force "I here that people of your world have a unique gift called Aura and Semblances, you'll have to tell me everything about it."

Hunter continued. "This one is called Crosshair, try not to let him get to you, nor should you piss him off. Hell, flip him off 10 clicks away and he'll make sure you lose that finger." Crosshair looked to not care about being talked about but gave a glare to Marrow who gave his hand to shake. The Faunus meekly took his hand back.

"And our latest addition is Echo." Echo nodded in respect to the other team, who repeated the gesture.

"We're clone force 99, or you can call us the Bad Batch." Hunter finished.

Clover took it as his turn to introduce his squad. "Im Clover, my teammates are Harriet, Elm, Vine and Marrow." Each Ace operative giving a nod or greeting at the sound of their name. "We're the Ace-ops."

"You said mutations, what kind?" Vine asked as he and his team took seats with the Bad Batch.

"Tech, want to do your thing?" Hunter turned to his brother.

"Well, my mutation is that I have a greater input into science and skills with technology, including engineering, decryption, and language translation. Wrecker has increased muscle mass, making him bulkier than the average clone trooper, though the trade-off is that he's…" Tech was cut off by Crosshair.

"Stupid, immature, loud, annoying?" he grunted.

"I was going to say impulsive." Tech put it into more kind words.

"Damn right I am!" Wrecker shouted as he waved his food in the air.

Tech let out a sigh, showing he was use to this kind of behaviour. "Crosshair has enhanced eye sight which aid him in his marksman skills."

"And what's hunters? That he can deal with you guys?" Marrow snickered but shut up as elm elbowed his gut.

"No, he has enhanced senses, one of which allow him to feel electromagnetic signals, he has better navigation than any map you can find."

Vine hummed "So in a way, they are like semblances." He deduced.

Tech perked up at this. "Just what are semblances?"

"Well to understand that, you'll need a lesson on aura. Aura is the manifestation of a huntsman or huntress' soul, it shields us, protects us and used correctly can at times enhance us in strength, speed, reflexes. A semblance is gained by using your Aura to power it, a semblance itself is one's personal power so it varies from person to person, sometimes you'll have two people with similar semblances but different in some shape or form or pay off. This gift is also decided by your own personality, like mine. My semblance is having luck on my side." Clover explained as Tech took notes on his data pad.

"Fascinating!" he exclaimed.

Whilst they discussed Aura and Semblances into greater detail, Elm had taken a seat across from Wrecker, she eyed him up and down.

"So you're the muscle of your team?"

Wrecker tore another piece of meat with his teeth before responding. "Yup! You the same?" he pointed to her with the remaining chicken bone, all meat torn from it.

Elm smirked, that was an understatement really. "Damn right." She then reached for a chicken leg herself. She then felt another hand on hers and saw that it was Wrecker's hand.

The two stared at the joined hands before staring at one another with a look in both their eyes. They then joined hands and leaned towards one another.

Back to Clover and Hunter, the two leaders exchanged battle tactics and team attacks.

"Me and the boys have an attack plan, Plan 82, shock wave. We-." He was cut off from two cries, one female and the other male. Both reminding him of wild animals.

"ARGH!"

"HAAAA!"

He and everyone else looked to Elm and Wrecker who were in an intense arm wrestling contest with shark like grins etched onto their faces. Hunter could practically feel the electricity that shot from their eyes and at each other.

"YOU WANT THAT CHICKEN!? EARN IT!" Wrecker yelled as he put all his might behind his arm.

Elm didn't let up an inch. "I don't need to earn it! I'LL TAKE IT!"

Everyone else just stared dumbfounded or deadpanned at the duo.

"Is this their way of flirting?" Marrow whispered to Harriet who shook her head as she kept on looking at the pair.

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Ruby had headed for the forge, where else really. Accompanying her were Coco and Velvet. Velvet so she can get a look at other weapons and take some pictures and Coco cause Velvet dragged her. Her argument being "You drag me around the mall for clothes, I get to drag you around this time."

As they closed in to the workshop, they heard loud music coming from within. From the sounds of it, it was heavy metal music, the kind that edgy or Goth teens or even nice old grandmas would listen to.

They peered inside to see a large hulking figure at a table. He wore bulky green armour, his biceps exposed and his attention entirely on what looked like

"AH!" Ruby gasped as she zoomed to the table, not caring that the man standing there could very well Split her in half tear her in half.

"Is that a classic sawn off, double barrel shotgun with a double bladed grappling hook attached under the barrels?!" she squealed as she zipped around him.

"The shotgun alone would have a spread of up to twenty pellets and could practically erase whatever it's pointed at in close range and can still tear off a limb at medium range!"

"Heh, you know your stuff don't you?" Ruby stilled then finally looked at the face of the owner of such a magnificent instrument of destruction.

"Jaune!?" Coco and Velvet had appeared behind Ruby at her revelation.

"Vomit Boy?"

"J-Jaune?" both asked as "Jaune" chuckled.

"I may have his face, but I'm not the Jaune you guys know." He confessed.

"Oh so you're a Jaune from a different reality?" Velvet Coco asked.

"Yep, I was brought here and decided to upgrade this beauty while I could." He gestured to the shotgun.

"So what's the deal with your world?" Coco asked.

This Jaune chuckled, kinda darkly at the question. "I won't spoil it, but it's like Hell on Remnant." He vaguely responded.

"For now though." He put away his shotgun and from his back pack, pulled out the mother of all Miniguns.

Ruby felt her heart skip several beats, Coco felt wonderful pants feelings and Velvet wanted to take a picture of it so badly.

"Let me introduce you to my trusty chain gun." The man. No. Slayer, offered as he revved the gun to life and made the barrels split into three separate parts, 3 barrels on each set.

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"Cinder?" Emerald called out for the umpteenth time, Mercury just rolled his eyes as he followed her.

"We've been walking for hours and no sign of her, seriously she ditched us so why look for her?" the assassin asked annoyed, he was more interested in getting a good work out while he could.

"It's been only 5 minutes so quit your bitching Merc'. Besides, it's not like you have sore feet." She mocked making him scowl.

"Okay you know what-!" he started but was shut up when someone behind spoke up.

"What are you doing here androids?"

The two turned to see…

"Cinder!" Emerald cried out with glee as she saw her friend but paused to get a good look at the dark haired beauty. Instead of her current outfit, she was wearing her cat suit, barring the mask that went with it. Her scars were even healed up and arm normal. What had happened to her?

"Cinder" stood with her arms crossed and eyebrow raised at Emerald's behaviour. This wasn't like her, she was more stoic, only really being open with the blue haired weakling. "What's wrong with you?"

Mercury knew what was up. "You're not the Cinder we're with are you?" he dropped in a defensive stance, ready for a fight.

Cinder gained a predatory smile at this. "Oh so you're not 17? I bet you're a weaker version of him. And you wish to challenge me?" she goaded the young killer.

Mercury was about to lunge at her when Jaune came from behind Cinder. "What's up Cinder." he said with a huge smile at his friend. He then turned his attention to the others. "Hey 17, 18. Didn't think I'd see you guys here."

Now the criminal pair were confused. Arc treating Cinder kindly and even being nice to them. Emerald noticed the outfit Jaune was wearing and came to a realization.

"What a minute! You're that Jaune from the first universe we saw. That… uh siyan? Saying? No wait Saiyan!" her accusation made Jaune laugh as he tugged at his blue gi.

"Guess this is a dead give a way." He chuckled.

Mercury dropped his stance "What was that about androids?" he asked.

"Hmm?" Saiyan Jaune looked at the pair before he snapped his fingers. "Oh yeah, since you're different versions of our friends, you must not have become androids."

Saiyan Cinder snorted. "It took you that long to figure out?"

"Hey! It's not my fault, I'm still getting use to other versions of me and our friends." He protested.

"Hey!" The two aliens looked back to Mercury who didn't like being ignored.

"Oh yeah, sorry. Well in my world, you guys were turned into androids by Dr Merlot so that he can have you kill me, all 'cause I beat that Red Ribbon Army. He can sure hold a grudge." Saiyan Jaune explained which left more questions than answers.

"Tch, if you had killed them all then nobody would have been left to try and kill you Kakarot." Saiyan Cinder lectured her fellow fighter.

"Well it's not my fault! Besides I was a kid." Saiyan Jaune argued.

"So? I was a child yet I left no survivors when Salem ordered me to purge those planets." Saiyan Cinder retorted. "Your lack of drive is no excuse, nor you soft heartedness." She turned away with her arms crossed and eyes shut.

Saiyan Jaune looked at his Cinder for a few seconds before gaining a teasing smile. "Oh yeah, like you're not a big softie when it comes to little ember?" this made Cinder's eyes shoot open and face turn red.

"Shut up you dumb Bastard!" she demanded as the low class Saiyan laughed out loud.

"Emerald? Mercury?" the group of four turned to see another Cinder Fall, though this one was the original or at least looked like her with her black mask and long red dress.

"Cinder!" Emerald moved quickly towards the Maiden she knew and admired. However Cinder moved past her and up to her alien counterpart. The two amber eyes women had an intense stare down.

The atmosphere was tense and hot, the air was thick and it felt like gravity itself was trying to make them drop to their knees. Mercury and Emerald didn't know what to do here. Even Saiyan Jaune didn't want to get between this hot mess, one Cinder was a lot to deal with, one more and that was a nightmare coming true.

The staring contest seemed to stretch on for hours with no end in sight. Neither backing down.

Cinder let out her Maiden powers as fire burst from her eye and palm.

Saiyan Cinder didn't change from her crossed arm stance and immediately transformed into a super Saiyan, her dark locks turning gold and her orange eyes changing to teal.

Fiery Aura clashed against gold Aura. The ceiling above melted and the ground beneath caved in, sparks of lightning and embers of fire danced around the pair.

Saiyan Cinder then smirked before suppressing her Ki and dropping from her Super Saiyan state. "I can tell you're strong, good that I have yet to come across any weaklings that share my face." The alien then dropped her smirk and took on a serious look. "In your world, your work for Salem correct?"

The Fall Maiden looked at her counterpart funny, "Yes." She answered shortly, no reason to give away too much.

"Hmph, then may I make a suggestion and say get stronger and drop that dead weight, she may wish for you to grow more powerful in order to to help in her goals but the second you become a threat she'll drop you and replace you with a fresh face."

Cinder scowled at the Saiyan. "No, she wouldn't." she denied. Salem wasn't like that, Cinder meant a lot to her master, she knew it.

"Salem." Both Cinders turned to the low class Saiyan as he gained a thoughtful look. "I don't know about your world but in mine, she was the single most evil person I ever fought. And trust me I've gone against quite a few opponent."

It was true, Cell was evil but he was created and programmed to become the perfect being, the Saiyan cells along with Salem's somewhat made him believe he needed to destroy any one that stood in his way, a threat or not, in order to prove that. He was driven by an obsession that was programmed into his mind.

Majin Buu was another creation by the hands of someone lost to their own dark desire, but he was just a kid in mind, he didn't know right from wrong because he wasn't taught the value of life. Fat Buu was and he had become a good friend and trusted ally.

The god of Darkness destroyed life left and right but in a controlled manner, it was his job after all, something he was assigned less he be erased himself by beings more powerful than him. "Before creation, comes destruction." He would say, like it was drilled into his mind. And it was true, how many times was earth destroyed and rebuilt before life came to be on it?

But Salem? She had a desire to rule over all life with a cold, iron fist. To dictate the lives of those that would never impact hers. She wanted to rule the universe because she believe it was her right and that the lives of others didn't matter, not even her own followers of family. During her time in Hell, she'd have plenty of time to re-think everything she had done realise her mistakes but no, she allowed her hatred to guide and fuel her.

Saiyan Jaune looked at Cinder, not his one, "Maybe she's different in your world but I'd stay away from her and maybe figure out what to do with your life, there's more to it than just power and strength. You can help people, start a family or pass on your gifts. Lead a life that's worth remembering through love and family instead of fear and destruction."

Cinder scowled at the buffoon from a different reality. Oh it must be so easy with power they were born with. She had to struggle, fight and to get what she had now.

She was a little girl that had no one to hold her hand, to wait on her hand and foot, to read her bedtime stories after a nice hot dinner or bake her cookies. No, what she had was people dragging her by the hair, hit with the back of a hand or the blunt of a foot, locked in a room after being screamed or yelled at, her stomach would growl with sorrow as it went without food for the 3rd night in a row, not even able to cry tears after being denied even a shot glass of water.

One day she had enough and just burnt that hell hole down to the ground. Along with those inside.

That night the roles were reverse, now she could laugh at their torment and agony tills their voice boxes were shredded. Yet on that night she still cried.

The streets were unforgiving, preying on the weak, preying on her. One bastard thought he could use her for pleasure, until she sliced his throat were the broken glass she kept on her.

One day she was surrounded by Grimm, no way out, nobody to save her. No fairy tale knight to come galloping through the trees and slay the monsters, before taking her to a happily ever after.

No, what did come was her saviour, Salem.

Her words, her promises sent waves of euphoria through her body. Her gaze of motherly love made Cinder feel something other than pain. Though unbeknownst to her, those feelings covered the sense of dread that swelled at the look from those crimson orbs.

The hand she took was cold but she ignored it in favour of her own fantasises.

Her dreams could be fulfilled. All she had to do, was go with her.

Now however, she knew Salem was not as lenient, as forgiving nor as loving.

Now Cinder could see the monster that Salem was.

But she couldn't back out now.

She was too deep in the dark to ever come out.

And nobody could ever compare to her pain!

Before she could throw a retort, her counterpart interrupted. "Trust me, I was her errand girl for most of my life, she killed my father and people along with my home planet without a hint of remorse, only glee and used my potential to her desires."

Cinder couldn't speak at this. Her fists clenched and teeth grinded against one another.

Saiyan Cinder continued, knowing she needed to here this. "She may have promised you a life of power and luxury but your nothing more than a chess piece that can be replaced, you may not be a pawn but you will always be below the queen."

The tears in Cinder's one good eye evaporated from the fire that danced around it.

"You need to get away from her."

Those words seemed to break her as her shoulders shook and lip trembled. She pathetically looked at her other and Saiyan Cinder was reminded of the time she herself gave that look to Kakarot when she was dying after Salem's Ki blast pierced her lung and she was drowning in her own blood, sweat and tears.

"If I leave her. She'll haunt me forever." Cinder's words were barely above a whisper.

She had joined Salem for the promise of never being walked over, never being a victim, never being weak again, to hold the power over others for once.

She stayed for the fear of what the Grimm Queen would do to her if she ever tried leaving.

Jaune had quietly gone over to the assassin and thief. "Sorry about this." He whisper to the pair.

"What're y-." CHOP!

"Mer-!" CHOP!

Jaune had hand chopped at their nerve points. The two dropped into and unconscious state, the Saiyan managed to catch the pair before they hit the ground. He knew that both Cinders needed to be alone.

He looked over to his Cinder and gave her a nod, to which she repeated as he threw the underdogs over his shoulders and looked for a place to put them.

Back to the Cinder duet, the Saiyan princess just let Fall Maiden cry.

"How?" Cinder croaked.

"How did I what?" Saiyan Cinder had an idea what she meant, but wanted to hear it.

"How did you find a live after everything you've done? How did you find people, someone that would look at you other than a monster?"

The Saiyan stayed silent for a second and Cinder nearly let out another sob. Was there no answer to her question, was she doomed to a life of pain and lust for power?

"When I had first found Kakarot, I wanted to kill him. It was how it was meant to be, the Saiyan royalty showing the lower class clown his place in life. He had beaten me instead. It was infuriating, what's worse was the fact that I could have been killed so easily after our fight, but no. He let me go, even if it meant I could come back and kill him and those he held dear.

For years, I desired nothing more than to be better than Kakarot. To prove my superiority against him. Yet I could never close the gap between us, should I get ahead, he would find a way to over pass me, my destiny thrown to the way side again and again and again. He ever saved my life as if I were a helpless child. He had stolen my honour and his debts… must be paid. That lead to my stay on the planet he called home and despite wanting nothing to do with the weak earthlings I was around them seemingly constantly.

As time went on and my goal to beat him continued, I found myself against enemies that wanted Kakarot and his planet dead, I couldn't allow them to steal that privilege from me. So I would combat these foes and unintentionally saving the world and before I knew it, I was a protector of that world which I began to call home. I had settled down, formed a family. Hpmh. I had even grown quite fond of them.

Over time, I still wanted to be better than Kakarot, but I found myself becoming his ally, someone he could trust to fight beside him and I him." Saiyan Cinder closed her eyes as thoughts of the gentle Saiyan filled her mind. Thoughts of her family and little Ember.

"I would never accept him as my friend, but he accepted me as his. Ever after everything I done before… and during my time on earth." She felt a burning sensation on her forehead, shaped in the letter M.

Saiyan Cinder looked her parallel in the eye. "In the beginning, things won't be easy, people will judge you on your past actions, rightly so and want nothing to do with you. Those that try to get you to open up will be pushed away by you yourself. But in time, you will find something with them. You will find a home, friends, family and a life."

Cinder stared at her other as tears streamed down her undamaged face.

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A/N: so yeah that's part one, people meeting different Jaune's instead of just watching them.

This idea was inspired by 12interestingname34. Check out his works as he also does a multiverse fic about Jaune and is good at what he does.

I hope everyone is doing good and staying safe during these times, hopefully we won't be stuck at home for much longer and I will see you all later.

Stay tuned for PART 2!