RWBY: Knight of the Fallen Order

He could not remember his home planet, or even his family, only his name. He was found, raised and trained by the Jedi Order. As a Padawan, he fought in the Clone Wars, survived Order 66 and escaped with his life. Now he has crashed on a strange alien planet that has never heard of the Empire, space travel, the Jedi or even the Force itself. What will Jaune Arc discover on the world of Remnant?


A/N Made a few small changes. Hope you enjoy it.

A/N 2020: edited the first chapter enjoy.


A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away….

RWBY

Knight of the Fallen Order

Episode I: Fallen Order (Edited)

A time of turmoil.

With the end of the Clone Wars, the Galactic Republic has transformed into the Galactic Empire.

Spreading terror and cruelty throughout the Galaxy at the command of their Emperor.

The Jedi, an Order of Peacekeepers for the Galactic Republic, and the only ones that could face this evil has fallen.

Remnants and survivors of this Order are being hunted down and executed by the Emperor's deadly assassins, the Inquisitors and his powerful enforcer. Darth Vader.

With no hope or means to fight the Empire, the remaining Jedi have gone into hiding. Either to hide or preserve what knowledge they possess of the old Order.

One such survivor now drifts in space as he and his crew make a desperate attempt to hide from the Empire's grasp.

But the Force is as mysterious as the universe itself and has plans for this Jedi.

One that may reveal many a lost secret to this wayward Padawan…


The Outer Rim


In the Darkness of space, a lone ship drifted aimlessly amongst the stars, as the gentle hum of the engines echoed out in the small cabin. A young man of seventeen years old: dressed in black pants, boots, a holster on his right hip, a white shirt and black jacket with a dull grey pauldron on his left shoulder and gauntlets on both arms as he lay under a series of control panels.

The sound of shifting tools and spanners resonated, with the slight sparks of electricity illuminating the small cabin.

"Gah! Son of a Bantha! …Okay, try that now BT!"

The dashboard slowly came back to life before sputtering and shutting down.

"Sir, it would appear that was not the correct junction. Perhaps try junction 3 to 4?" a mechanical voice spoke as the young man moved from under the controls and looked upon a mechanical droid.

The Droid was an old Separatist Commando Droid, with bits and piece of the droid being replaced, as evident by the different paint jobs that covered the droid.

"I've tried junction 3 and 4 and it's neither of them. Maybe check the power coupling in the comms room? That usually causes us problems" the young man said.

"Sir, are you implying that I would not have checked the power coupling first? I am a highly sophisticated CIS Commando droid with a vast range of combat capabilities, excellent probability analysis algorithms and technical proficiency. Do you honestly believe I would overlook something so small as a power coupling?"

"Well did you?" he asked as the droid became silent.

"...Uh~...Well not right now, no..." he sighed as he palmed his face.

"Just go check, and make sure R6 has gotten the Hyperdrive fixed, we're sitting mynocks out here unless we get it back online. I don't trust the back-up Hyperdrive just yet, especially since it's been acting…bizarre lately."

The tall droid stood up from its prone position and started walking away.

A series of angry beeps and chirps sounded from a small intercom on his wrist, as well as the sound of an arc welder resonated in the background.

"Is he insulting me again? Sir, I don't understand why you bother keeping that old astromech around? I'm clearly more advanced in every way."

"Enough BT, R6 and I have been through too much that I would never abandon him. He's saved my life just as many times as I've saved his. And besides, you Separatist Droids were all shut down after the Clone Wars. From what I guess, you're probably the last Commando Droid in existence. Which wouldn't be possible if R6 hadn't found you after…Felucia." he drifted off as he gripped the hydrospanner.

"…Sir?"

"…It's nothing. Just go check that power coupling." He said as he turned around and looked out the viewing port.

"…Roger, Roger." The droid replied as it left the room.

The young man sighed as he ran his hand through his blond hair, while his dark blue eyes scanned the massive void of darkness and space, as his mind drifted to Felucia and the man he used to be.

His name was Jaune: last name unknown. Former Padawan of the Jedi Order and Commander of the 327th Star Corps of the Grand Army of the Republic.

It had been roughly 2 years since the End of the Clone War and the extermination of the Jedi Order, who were labelled as traitors to the new Empire. Two years since the death of his Jedi Master – Aayla Secura – his near-death at the hands of his own clone troopers.

The Galaxy had changed, the Jedi – an ancient order of peacekeepers once charged with protecting the Old Republic – had fallen, and the Republic had become the Galactic Empire. Fear and oppression swept across the Galaxy with no hope in sight.

To this day he still had no idea what had fully transpired that day.

He and his men were supposed to assist Secura in the Battle of Felucia when suddenly his men turned on him and attempted to kill him. He only managed to escape thanks to his faithful Astromech, R6-T6, saving him from a gruesome fate. But it was when he attempted to warn his master did he feel her death through their bond, as she was gunned down by the ones she served side by side with.

Seeing no other choice, he fled, ran away from the battle and ventured out deep into the Outer Rim. With nowhere else to go and a literal target painted on him, Jaune had no choice but go into hiding. Which was not easy. It wasn't like he could hide out on his home planet. Mostly because he had no idea where his home planet was?

He was only four years old when he was taken from his homeworld by Zygerrian Slavers, who were intending to sell him on the slavers market. Had he not been rescued by Jedi Knight: Aayla Secura and her Master: Quinlan Vos.

When they attempted to return him home, they learned that he had no clue of where it was, nor an understanding of where he was. And they could not learn anything from the Zygerrians, who had gone to great lengths to destroy any navigation charts, history or clues to his homeworld as well as taking their own lives before they could be detained.

The only thing he had was his name and that was it. Whatever was written on the back of his clothing back then were unintelligible and impossible to decipher without more to cross-reference. It was only because they discovered he was 'Force-sensitive' that he was not left in a foster care system, and instead taken in by the Jedi Order. From there he trained to be a Jedi Knight, a guardian of peace and justice in the Old Republic.

But now, the Republic was no more, and the Jedi Order had fallen.

He had not seen any other Jedi since the purge and worried that he was the only one left. He hoped that was not the case. But it was clear, the Jedi were no more. Now he just flew around the Galaxy in a modified Corellian YT-1000 freighter, with an obsolete Separatist Commando Droid and faithful Astromech.

It wasn't like he was going to take on the entire Empire by himself, and rebuilding the Order? He wasn't even a Knight yet, or old enough to take on other students. He never got the opportunity to face his Jedi Trials. How could he possibly rebuild an entire Order? The best he could do was to keep moving and stay alive.

He reached behind him as he pulled from his belt a strange object.

He looked down to the cylindrical object, as he ran his fingers over the worn leather grip, and held it tight. The last possession he had of his old life before looking out the viewport. A blue Twi'lek appearing in his memory as he sighed.

"Master…what should I do?" the console sprung back to life as if answering his question.

"Sir, I fixed the power coupling!" he chuckled slightly.

"Thanks, BT!" he called out.

He paused as he felt something reverberate within him, almost calling out to him from a distance, as he looked out the window. Suddenly a proximity alarm sounded as he bolted from his seat just as a large Star Destroyer appeared out of hyperspace.

"Sir! An Imperial Star Destroyer has just exited Hyperspace!"

"Yes, thank you, BT! I noticed! Karabast! We must have stumbled upon an Imperial Hyperspace lane! Battle stations now!" he grabbed the controls, ignited the engines and jerked the ship away from the cruisers cannons.

"Sir! TIE Fighters have been launched!"

BT informed as the cruiser released several TIE Fighters to intercept him.

"BT man the turret! R6, how are we looking on the Hyperdrive!?" a series of rabid beeps and chirps relayed back as he jerked away from the TIE Fighters. "Well fix it! Because if we don't those TIE's are going to turn the Rustbucket into literal space dust!" he stressed as he piloted the ship.

He angled the deflectors as they absorbed the TIE Fighters energy blasts, manoeuvring the freighter around and blasting them with the ship's cannon. He jerked away from another barrage and subconsciously channelled the Force into his sense's and avoided their fire.


Star Destroyer Sovereign - Main Bridge


Onboard the Star Destroyer, the admiral of this ship looked mildly annoyed as the small freighter continued to evade his fighters. "What is taking so long? Why haven't our fighters taken out this single freighter?"

"I'm sorry sir, the ship is moving faster than our fighters can intercept and they're taking out our fighters faster than expected."

"It's just smugglers, it shouldn't be that hard!"

"That is because you're not dealing with just a simple smuggler."

A distorted voice spoke as he turned to a woman dressed in black armour and a red helmet walk into the command bridge and observed the small Corellian freighter evaded their TIE Fighters.

"I-Inquisitor? What do you mean?" he asked as the woman held her hand out and searched with the Force.

"I sense the Force is strong aboard that ship, it's no wonder your men are being decimated…it is being piloted by a Jedi."

"A Jedi? That's impossible, the Jedi were all wiped out. They don't exist anymore." He scoffed as the woman shook her head.

"There were some that escaped the purge. it is why the Emperor created the Inquisitorius program. To hunt down the last of the Jedi and bring swift Imperial Justice upon them." She turned around and started leaving.

"Have my ship prepared, I'll deal with this Jedi personally." She instructed as she left the bridge.


Jaune pulled back hard on the controls as he avoided another Imperial TIE fighter. BT aiming and firing the main gun as the starship exploded in the vacuum of space.

"That's another one down, how is the Hyperdrive looking, Buddy!"

"Beep-Beep, Beep-Beep-Beep!"

"Good, as soon as its operational plug into the Navi-computer and plot us a course out of here!" a series of beeps replied. "Anywhere that is not here!" he felt a shift in the Force as a TIE Fighter he has never seen before, with two regulars at its side, swooped down upon him and fired.

"BT angle the deflectors!" he yelled as the blast impacted against the hull. "Kriff!" he cursed as the ship shook. The TIE's flying overhead as they circled for another attack.

The Inquisitor, known as the 11th Sister, kept her eyes on her target as she piloted the Advanced TIE.

"Target the ship's hyperdrive and disable the engines, then have the Sovereign lock on with the Tractor Beam. I will face the Jedi myself." She ordered and gripped the controls.

"Yes, Inquisitor." The pilots replied as she piloted the ship.

It would be simple to just blow up the ship and the Jedi on board, but she wanted the Jedi brought to her so that she could face him in combat. To test her skill against one of the last of the dying religion. To prove to both herself, and the Emperor, her skills against a Jedi and her worth to the Empire. But she also wanted to look into his eyes as the last embers of his life would flicker from his corpse and bring an end to the Jedi Order.

"The Jedi is mine." She pushed forward as her cannons impacted against the deflectors.

Jaune rocked slightly from the impact as he tried his best to avoid this particular TIE fighter. Whoever was piloting it was no slouch, compared to the Stormtrooper pilots. Not to mention he felt a stirring in the Force from it, which meant it was another Force user.

'But why is a Force user with the Empire? Is it a Sith? No…doesn't feel like a Sith.' The Rustbucket rocked again as the TIE fighter blasted against his hull.

"Right! Figure it out later!"

He banked left as he managed to avoid any more fire. The cannon swirling around and firing at the TIE's, missing the Inquisitors, but managing to blow up one of the escorts.

"Yes!" Jaune cheered slightly as he banked to the right, avoiding more cannon fire.

"The Force is strong with this one…but not strong enough." The Inquisitor sped towards the cargo ship as her cannons impacted the hull causing a small explosion on the back of the ship.

"Gah!" Jaune screamed as the freighter came to a complete stop.

"Sir, the main engines are temporarily knocked out, inertial dampers are functioning at 85% and the deflectors are offline…we are currently vulnerable," BT informed as he looked up. "It appears they are moving in to dock, sir." The commando droid informed as the large star destroyer loomed towards them.

"Karabast!" he cursed before sighing. "Well, …it's been an interesting run, BT. I would honestly say it was an honour to work alongside you…" he looked over to the re-programmed Separatist Droid.

"But I think we both know it wouldn't matter?"

"The feeling is mutual…you Republic Scum." The droid 'joked' as Jaune nodded with a smile.

"Well then…" he pulled out his blaster - A DL 18 model - and made his way to the docking clamp. "What say we take out some Imperial Scum before we join our brothers?" the droid nodded as it grabbed the E-5 blaster and Vibro-blade.

"Roger, Roger."


Rustbucket - Engine Room


Meanwhile, in the Engine Room, a dark yellow R6 Astromech droid monitored the camera feeds as it watched the Rustbucket dock with the Imperial Star Destroyer. Already Imperial Stormtroopers were positioning themselves at the doorway, as they prepared to breach the vessel.

In a matter of seconds, they would breach the door and storm the ship, killing his master and dismantle both him and the Separatist droid.

The last one didn't matter, but he could not afford to lose his human master. He needed to think of a way out of here and fast. R6 twirled its head towards the back-up hyperdrive as it decided to act out of necessity to save its master, by plugging in and accessing the ship.


Sovereign Umbilical Cord


Ten Stormtroopers marched down the umbilical cord as they made their way to the Rustbuckets airlock, their white armour gleaming in the light as they marched down the hall and down the umbilical cord. The Captain signalled his men to position themselves, in order to breach the ship.

"Beginning breaching manoeuvre," the stormtrooper ordered as he prepared to place the charges. But before they could the door suddenly opened itself and a red blaster bolt struck the trooper in the chest.

"Take cover!" the captain yelled as several more blaster bolts lanced out from the freighter's internals.

"Die! Republic scum!" the battle droid yelled as it fired at the stormtroopers.

Jaune leaned out of cover as he fired at the troopers from the door. If he could avoid it, he'd rather not have them blowing the airlock on his ship, just in case they could manage to break away. As unlikely as that seemed.

"Hold them off BT! We need to get to the tractor beam and bug out of here! R6, I want you to fix the engines as fast as you can, copy!? …R6 do you read me?!" silence responded on the comm-link as he cursed.

"Karabast! I hate it when he does this! It means he's planning something reckless!" He continued to fire as more and more of the stormtroopers fell to his shots.

"We got to hold them off, BT! Just until-!"

Suddenly the blasters stopped as the stormtroopers pulled back. "What the frak, why did they?"

His answer came with a disturbance in the Force as he peered from cover to see a woman dressed in black with a red helmet walk towards him, as the troopers stood out of her way. She stopped just at the entrance of the Rustbucket as she released a laugh.

"You're a long way from home, aren't you…Jedi?"

Jaune narrowed his gaze as he stood out from cover. "Sir?" BT questioned before he was stopped by Jaune who gestured him back.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. There's no Jedi here. I'm just a trader trying to make a living. You Imps suddenly fired on me with no provocation whatsoever." The woman chuckled.

"Do not lie to me, Jedi. I know what you are. It's rare to find a survivor of the Clone Wars this far out near the Unknown Regions. Tell me, were you hoping that the Empire would not think to look out here?" Jaune shrugged his shoulders.

"It was a thought. But once again you're mistaken…I am no Jedi…the Old Order is gone. You Imperials made sure of that." He noticed her reach for a device on her back that unfurled into a circular hilt.

"My Orders are to kill any survivors. I do hope you put up a decent fight, Jedi…" Jaune glared as he slowly reached for the cylindrical object on his belt as the air shimmered with tension.

Yet before anything could happen the Rustbucket began to shake as everyone fell to their knees.

"What the Kriff was that!?"

Up in the Bridge, a technician's eyes widened as he read the monitor. "Sir! The enemy's ships hyperdrives are coming online! Sir, they're planning to go to hyperspace! Inside the Destroyer!" the Admirals eyes widened as he turned to the crew.

"Disconnect the ship now!"

The Star Destroyer instantly disconnected the umbilical cord as the Rustbucket closed the door behind the Inquisitor as she was now alone on the ship.

"No! What have you done!?"

"Hey, this isn't me! R6 what the Kriff are you doing!?" a series of beeps answered his question as his eyes widened. "What do you mean you're activating the backup!? It hasn't been fully repaired yet; the shields aren't even fully functional!"

The familiar sound of the hyperdrive powering up reached his ears, as a familiar curse word of his master's species left his lips.

"Schutta! Everybody, brace yourselves!"

The ship's engine's roared to life before the ship made the sudden and unexpected jump to hyperspace. Just barely escaping the Star Destroyers docking bay in time.

Now, normally when travelling through hyperspace ships have shields that protected both the ship and the crew from the tremendous acceleration that came from travelling through hyperspace by manipulating gravity. The Rustbucket's shields, while functional, were not fully operational.

So, when they made the unwanted jump to hyperspace, everyone onboard was thrown against the walls of the ship as they blasted into hyperspace. The G-Force alone nearly rattled their bones, or servos in some cases, as Jaune struggled to stay awake. He peered over to see the Inquisitor struggling just as much as he was, as the pressure from hyperspace continued to slam into them.

Jaune's vision began to blacken as he managed to peer through the airlock window as the blue streams of hyperspace zoomed past him. The Inquisitor attempted to reach him, maybe in some way to kill him, before a piece of the ship broke off and collided with her helmet, knocking her out.

Jaune struggled to stay awake as the ship shuddered violently before he was eventually rendered unconscious.

The ship's hyperdrive short-circuited before it powered down and they emerged from hyperspace. The hull was damaged, with small areas of the ship sparking and on fire. The viewing port had cracks running across its surface, while wires and conduits poked out of the inner hull. The ship floated in space as it slowly drifted in the darkness.

Dark blue eyes opened as Jaune groaned. "Damn that droid, I don't know whether or not he wants to save me or kill me?" he stood up and observed the damage to the ship.

"Oh, that's just great. R6? BT? You two still online?" a series of beeps in a slurred tone replied from around the corner as the dark yellow astromech rolled in. While the Battle Droid slowly moved up.

"Affirmative, sir. Although my servos have sustained minor damage. Blasted Astromech, they always were glitchy when it came to logic. Damn near offlined us!" the BT yelled as the Astromech made a series of beeps that seemed to offend the Battle Droid.

"Excuse me, but I am not a 'Hive Drone!' I am an advanced model! Capable of separate thinking!" a series of beeps questioned him.

"The fact that all Separatist droids say 'Roger, Roger' has nothing to do with that!" Jaune chuckled alittle before he heard a groan and he quickly turned to the Inquisitor as she stood up.

"You bastard!" she yelled and tackled him as the Inquisitor sprung for the young man. "You've ruined everything!"

"Sir!" BT yelled only to be suddenly thrown back by a mysterious force. Jaune, on the other hand, was attempting to pry her off as he struggled to hold her off, while she had a hand on his throat and a murderous aura radiating off her.

"I will make you pay, Jedi!" she screamed as reached out to grab her weapon as it rattled and started inching towards her.

But before anything could happen, Jaune placed his foot on her chest and pushed her back towards the escape pods. Jaune bolted to his feet as he ran and tackled the Inquisitor. Giving her no time to grab her weapon. Quickly the two engaged in a series of jabs and kicks, as they both relied on their martial arts skills before Jaune gave her a powerful kick to the chest and sent her into the pod.

"R6! Launch the escape pod!" he yelled shutting the pod and trapping her inside

The Yellow Droid complied as it jacked in and launched the pod. The 11th Sister screaming in rage as she was shot out of the ship and sent hurtling into the vast emptiness of space. He smirked as he watched the escape pod rocket into the distance.

"Well, hopefully, we won't see her anytime soon." He looked over as he picked up her weapon and held it in his hand, staring at the object before throwing it into the cargo hold.

"You guys okay?" he asked as the Commando droid got back up.

"I am still functional...though I never want to go through that again." he commented as the astromech rolled up and nodded its body.

"Fair enough...Alright, let's see what we're dealing with?" he looked around at the damage as he shook his head. "Well, this is going to be a pain to fix. Let's find the closest spaceport and-!" the ship shook violently as they were nearly thrown off their feet/wheels.

"Karabast! Did something just hit us? Don't tell me we just jumped into another Imperial lane!?"

They ran to the cockpit as they soon came face to face with a large planet and a moon that looked like part of it was shattered.

"Negative! We appear to have drifted into that moon's debris field!"

"Oh, terrific! R6 get the engines back online!" Jaune yelled as he landed in the pilot's seat and strapped himself in, a series of red flashes responded as the battle droid shook its head.

"BT activate the asteroid lasers!"

"Negative, Sir. The asteroid cannons are offline, and propulsions are unresponsive. The unplanned jump to Hyperspace disconnected power to the engines." Another warning flashed as they felt themselves being pulled down.

"Sir, it would appear that we are now being pulled into that planet's gravity field."

"Yes, I can see that BT! R6 get those engines working now!" the Astromech droid cried a loud beep as it made its way across the room and plugged itself in. The ship began to descend upon the planet as Jaune did his best to keep the ship from colliding and turning into a flaming heap of wreckage.

'Come on, come on, come on! If Master Skywalker can land half a ship on Coruscant then you can land one just as fine!'

A loud tear echoed out as bits and piece of the ship were being pulled off. "Hull integrity is at 42 per cent and falling!" BT reported as the battle droid attempted to reroute power.

"Quick! Open up all the drag fins! We need to slow down!" Jaune ordered as the droid opened up the drag fins and the ship began to slow down, but not by much. "R6 reroute any nonessential power to the engines!"

R6 responded with a series of beeps as it used its jack to access the ship's systems and reroute power to the engines. The engines began to spark to life as Jaune pulled hard on the controls managing to pull up, just as they broke through the clouds. The night sky evident as the shattered moon's glow illuminated the dark side of the planet.

"BT find us a landing zone!"

"There are none in this sector sir. Just that forest up ahead, which I would advise not to land in!" the droid pointed to a large patch of red. Suddenly they felt something tear off as pieces of the engine broke off and burned up upon re-entry.

"Well it looks like we don't have many choices anyhow!" the ship began to draw closer to the ground as the forest became much larger. "BT R6, magnetise and Brace for impact!"

The moment he yelled those words the ship began to tear a path through the forest. Trees and branches smashing against the ship as it carved a long trench in the forest. The ship rocking violently as Jaune struggled to keep the ship from tearing itself apart. The ship finally came to a halt as Jaune was nearly thrown from his seat, had he not secured himself down. The ship came to rest deep within a large red forest as bits and pieces of the ship trailed behind them.

A series of sparks illuminated the ship as Jaune groaned while sitting back up.

"Not my best landing...but it'll have to do." He sighed in his seat as he breathed a calming breath.

"Personally sir, I believe you could've done better," BT said as Jaune glared at him before sitting up.

"Where are we? Yavin? No, not dense enough. BT, what's the air quality?" he asked as the droid checked the monitors.

"The Air Purity on this planet is well above the normal parameters, sir. There is no need for an oxygen mask."

"Alright, that's something. Now let's go check on the damage." He activated the landing gears as the ship slowly stood up, levelling itself out properly, before he stood up and brushed himself off.

"R6 I want you to run a diagnostic on the ship. Need to find out what's been broken and what can be repaired." He ordered as the Astromech responded with a series of beeps.

"BT, I want you to pull up every star chart we have and find out where we are. The last thing we need is to land on an Imperial controlled world. I'm going outside to check on the rest of the damage." The droid nodded as it made its way to the navigation system.

Jaune made his way to the ramp of the ship as it opened up with a hiss. Steam venting out as he stepped forth onto the strange planet. His feet touching the grass as he felt the cool night air upon his skin.

"Well, at least the air is nice and cool. Now let's check on the damage."

He walked around as he inspected the damage. Bits and piece of the hull were missing, with large scorch marks and warped metal decorating the ship. The cockpits window was mostly intact, but he didn't want to risk leaving Atmos and suddenly having the screen breaking from ozone pressure. The landing gears were intact at least, and the main guns were still there.

"Sir, that astromech is telling me it can't get a reading on the engines. Can you clarify."

Jaune's wrist comm spoke as he walked around and found the problem.

"Yeah, I think I found the problem…We lost the Engines."

The entire engine back part of the ship had been completely ripped away. Where there used to be two large circular thrusters, were now two broken and dismantled looking holes in the ship.

"Karabast. Looks like we're going to have to salvage engine parts from a scrapyard, otherwise, I don't see how-"

He trailed off as he felt a disturbance in the Force as the wind slowly died down. He turned around to the forest as the woods became eerily quiet. He slowly reached for his blaster as he felt a familiar presence, a presence he had felt during the Clone Wars. The cold. The anger. The hatred. All things a Jedi could sense from their ancient enemy…

The Sith

He aimed his blaster as he slowly moved to the ramp.

"Sir is everything alright-!"

Suddenly a creature of pure darkness leapt from the shadows and pounced on the boy, who only just managed to avoid the beast and fired a blaster bolt at the creature. The beast flopping dead to the ground as several more howls echoed out.

"Sir what was-!"

"BT get the autocannon online! We've got company!"

Several more of the beasts emerged from the forest as they stood before the boy. They looked like bipedal wolves that had bone-like plating and black coloured fur, with deep red crimson eyes that glowed with evil intent. He fired several blasts at the monsters as they stuck down the beasts. But they seemed undeterred as they charged at the boy.

"BT, I need that Autocannon on right now!"

"Apologies, sir. But we are having troubling rerouting power to the Cannon."

Jaune cursed using all of his training as he ducked, dodged, weaved and jumped back from their attacks. Their claws growing closer to his person as he felt the breeze from each strike. He tripped, as he fell on his back as the beasts lunged to strike him down.

Acting upon pure instinct he summoned the Force as he thrust his hands forward and he pushed them back, momentarily stunning the beasts as they collided with the trees. Jaune looked at his hands as he felt the familiar power.

It had been so long since he had used the Force like that. So long since he had called upon the intertwining power of the universe.

It felt…natural.

"Alright…" he reached for the cylinder on his belt. "You asked for it."

He held the cylinder at his side as he waited for his opponent to make the first move. The wolf-like creature roared as it pounced upon the young man. A pop and a hiss followed by a continuous hum as a blue light streaked across the body as the monster fell to the floor in half.

The other creatures flinched back in shock as their brother was cut in half, both halves glowing hot as the beast slowly disintegrated into the wind.

Before them, stood the same young man, now wielding a strange weapon they had never seen before. A glowing blade of white light with a dark blue hue, as a gentle hum resonated from the weapon, as the man held it confidently and professionally in his hand. This was the weapon wielded by those in the universe that was once proficient with the Force. A weapon of beauty and frightening power that was wielded by both Jedi and Sith alike.

The Lightsaber, an elegant weapon, from a far more civilised time.

Jaune held his lightsaber as the gentle hum and vibration of the weapon felt comforting to him. The weapon that he, like so many before him, had forged and wielded during their time as Jedi.

He held the blade up as the blue light illuminated the darkness and shone like a beacon.

The monsters roared as they charged, only for the young man to elegantly twist and move his body out of the way and sliced the blade in retaliation. Their limbs and body parts separating upon contact with the powerful weapon.

Its familiar hum echoing out as he continued to defend himself from the beasts of darkness. the blade flashing in the night as one by one the monsters began to fall.

His Jedi training kicking in as he switched between form I: Shii-Cho defensive style to form IV's more aggressive style: Ataru, which relied on his strength, speed and powerful attacks.

The dark beast lunging at him as he used a combination of his blade and the Force to push them back, pull them towards each other and decapitating their limbs or heads. One tried to lunge for his throat, but he used the Force to halt the beast in midair and then send him back into its brothers.

"BT, what's the status on those guns!?" Jaune yelled into his comm-link as he dodged and sliced another in half.

"Almost there, sir. Just a few more seconds."

Jaune swung his sabre in a full arc as he sliced and held back the beasts. Two of the beasts lunged at him, but he used the Force to jump high above them before he landed behind them and then sliced their limbs off.

"Anytime now!" Jaune yelled as more and more of these 'monsters' attacked.

He held his sabre defensively across his body as he held the beasts at bay. The beasts growled and snarled at the Jedi who gripped the leather handle of his blade tight.

"Sir, guns are online."

The underside of the ship opened up as a small turret appeared and began firing on the beasts. The red blaster bolts decimating the creatures as they were eventually ripped to shreds.

The last of Creatures appeared smart enough to realise that it was overpowered and fled, hoping to flee and return with reinforcements. Unfortunately, it wasn't fast enough, and the guns ripped it to shreds. Leaving nothing but a smoking corpse. Jaune sighed a breath of relief before he deactivated his Lightsaber as the glowing blade disappeared.

He then knelt down as he observed the corpse as it broke away. "What are you?"

"Sir, it appears that there are no more of those…creatures, in the area."

Jaune nodded as he stood back up and made his way into the ship as he walked into the common room. In the room were BT and R6 as they stood around the holo-table.

"BT search the Holonet for any information about this planet. Those creatures…they're unlike anything I've ever seen before."

"Roger. Roger…sir, it appears that there is no connection to the Holonet."

"What? No, that can't be right. Check again." The droid plugged in and searched.

"Negative, there is no active connection to either the Holonet or the Imperial Network. There are no comm buoys detected anywhere near this planet. I am detecting no Imperial traffic whatsoever anywhere near this planet or space fairing of any kind. There isn't even a satellite system in orbit."

"But that's impossible. We should still be within the range of the galactic system. Bring up the star charts, let's see where we are."

The droid pulled up the star charts from the database and tried to cross-reference them to the ones that the ship automatically recorded when it arrived. A few minutes went by before a red sign flashed across.

"Sir, no systems are matching this sector."

"So…you're telling me we're in a completely uncharted region of space?"

"It would appear so. However, I am detecting a faint signal on this planet. It is similar to Holo-net…but far weaker and only limited to this planet." Jaune raised a curious eyebrow.

"Okay, show it."

A holographic screen appeared as a blurry signal started to form and a woman with lavender coloured hair began to appear.

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen, I am Lisa Lavender: reporting for VNN. In recent news, the Kingdom of Vale has been chosen to host the 40th Annual Vytal Festival, the much anticipated and celebrated event to commemorate the end of the Great War nearly seventy years ago-."

The news reporter continued to speak while Jaune, BT and R6 looked confused.

"Kingdom of Vale? Vytal Festival? Great War, what are they talking about?"

"No clue sir. There doesn't appear to be any corresponding data that matches anything in the Separatist Database. It is rather odd and clearly must be an error in communication." Jaune squinted his eyes as he looked at the strange lettering.

"That's not the only odd thing." He pointed to the letters. "Look at this, the lettering they're using is completely different from Galactic Basic. It matches nothing I recognise, yet this woman is speaking perfect Basic." He looked over the strange language and the network. "What the kriff is going on, on this planet?"

"That is odd, sir. Shall I attempt to decipher the language?"

"Will we be tracked?"

"Negative. Their security system is very primitive. They will not detect my presence. I calculate it will take me…5 hours to decipher the language." Jaune nodded.

"Do it. R6 continue with the repairs and give me a full diagnostic report when you're done. I'm going to go meditate. Those creatures…there's something about them I don't like. I need clarity." BT nodded while R6 beeped in confirmation as they got to work.

Jaune in the meantime made his way to his cabin as he sat down and began to meditate. He centred his focus on himself as he connected to the Force. Feeling the familiar energy of the universe flow through him, as it connected him. Linking him to the energy that surrounded him, penetrated and bound him to the Galaxy.

His thoughts focused on the creatures he had faced before.

They were not like any normal creatures he had seen before.

He had seen mynocks, banthas and even a Rancor or two. But these creatures, they weren't natural.

What he felt from the creatures was not the usual life energy that he felt within all creatures. All he felt from them was just the hate, anger and the cold. It was like he was feeling the Dark Side of the Force made flesh.

He stretched his senses outward as he felt the planet he was on. The planet itself felt very strange. He could feel more of those creatures, but also the same energy of natural life. Light and Darkness living together on this planet. He also sensed the presence of not just one, but two powerful Forces Nexuses on this planet. One connected strongly to the Light Side of the Force, and one just as strongly to the Dark Side.

'This planet…it's strong with the Force…too strong. Like it shouldn't even exist. Master…what have I stumbled upon?'

"Sir." BT's synthetic voice spoke over the intercom. "I've finished translating the language, please come to the bridge." Jaune looked at the holo-clock as a few hours had passed.

"On my way, BT" he looked down at a small cube and sighed before he got up and made his way to the bridge where he found R6 and BT.

"Alright, what've we got?"

"After deciphering the language I've discovered we are on a planet called 'Remnant'. A very primitive world with a bodying council government within four Kingdoms. Mistral, Atlas, Vacuo and Vale, where we are currently located. Their weapons are primitive, but also advance with 'Mecha-shifting' technology, which allows their weapons to take on different shapes." BT explained.

"...Is that kid using a musical instrument as a weapon?" he pointed to the kid with a Tuba that had a cannon in it.

"…Correct. He is what is called a 'Huntsman'. An individual trained at one of the four 'Academies' to hunt the monsters we encountered, called Grimm." Jaune raised an eyebrow as he stroked his chin.

"So, it's kind of like the Jedi temples. Training children to be warriors and peacekeepers? But how are they able to combat them so effectively? Those things were relentless."

"They appear to use an element called 'Dust' on this planet as well as this energy they possess called 'Aura'. That gives them unique abilities called 'Semblances'." He showed a diagram of different Dust elements and footages of warriors using their 'powers'. "It also appears that they have yet to master space travel."

"How come?" he asked as the droid showed a recording.

"According to the data this 'Dust', which powers their homes and vehicles, appears to lose its potency the further away it gets from the planet. Any attempts at space travel fail before it even leaves the atmosphere." The droid showed a recording of Remnants attempts to launch satellites only to crash back down.

"So how are they able to contact each other?" the droid showed Four towers within each Kingdom.

"By using these 'Continental Communication Towers.' Which allows them to communicate with each other." The images showed the tower communicating with others all across the planet.

"Strategically speaking this is a flawed system, as all it would take to knock down their communication would be a simple virus or the destruction of one of the towers."

Jaune stared as the robot 'shrugged.' "Apologies, old Separatist protocol."

"Alright but are you sure that they aren't aligned with the Empire?" the droid shook its head.

"Positive. Looking over this planet's history. They are completely unaware of ten thousand years of Galactic History. No mentions of the Republic, the Hyperspace Wars, The Mandalorian-Jedi Wars, the Jedi Civil Wars, the Clone Wars, the Jedi or even the Force itself. It as if this planet was completely isolated from the rest of the galaxy."

Jaune stared curiously at the star charts and the image of the planet 'Remnant'.

"This just gets stranger and stranger by the second…" he sighed before looking to R6.

"But we'll figure that out later. R6, what can you tell me about the ship?" the droid relayed a series of beeps and whistles as the young man nodded.

"Okay, so the fuel lines are still intact, and the hull breaches can be easily repaired. But the Hyperdrives and the Engines are completely busted?" the droid whirled it's head in confirmation as Jaune sighed.

"Thanks, bud." The droid whistled as the young man sat on the couch.

"Okay, so the fuel's okay, but we need to replace the engines and fix the Hyperdrives. But we don't have the necessary parts to fix it, and we're on a planet that has not achieved space travel or hyperspace...Which means we're going to have to retrofit whatever they have to work with our ship until we get back to the Outer Rim."

"Which means…we're either going to have to buy or steal some parts that we can convert into replacement parts. Even if they aren't a part of the Empire, we can't risk alerting this world authorities." He pondered.

"Where is the closet settlement?" he asked as BT scanned the map.

"Vale. It is the closet Kingdom where you could potentially find similar parts that can be retrofitted for the Rustbucket. However, this planet uses a currency system called 'Lien' instead of credit."

"So, the credits we have are practically useless." The droid nodded.

"Great. Well, it may not be ethical, but I may have to steal some…lien, to get parts. Or take up a bounty hunting job to pay for the expense. Problem is, we don't know how long we'll be here for. It could be years before we make enough to fix this ship." He got up and clipped his lightsaber and blaster to his hip.

"Sir, I would recommend limiting yourself from using your lightsaber. The technology on this planet is nowhere close to the level we have, and it could give us away to the local authorities." Jaune nodded.

"Yeah, but if I'm going to have to walk through these woods, I may have to resort to using it. Or until I can find a more relatable weapon…I don't suppose I could borrow your Vibro-blade?"

The Droid suddenly held its blade to its chest possessively.

"Negative, this is all I have from my service days. And you have a tendency to lose everything but your lightsabre. Get your own."

He chuckled slightly. "Okay, Okay. I'll just stick with my blaster…hey they haven't spotted us, have they?"

"Negative, there are no incoming or outgoing communications about our landing. For the moment we are perfectly hidden."

Jaune nodded as he made his way out of the ship.

"Lock the ship down and seal the ramp. If any more of those… 'Grimm' try to break in, hold them off until I get back." He ordered as BT nodded and closed the hatch.

"Roger. Roger"

Jaune activated his flashlight as he made his way through the thick scarlet forest. His senses were sharp as he made his way to the only other source of light in the distance as he used the Force to accelerate his speed. Dashing through the forest at near-impossible speeds.

Finally, he made it to the edge of the Kingdom as a large wall stood before him. With a few searchlights scanning the woods. He quickly avoided them as he used the Force to jump high and up to the top of the wall. He looked around at the large kingdom as he appeared to be in the commercial district before silently hopping down, as he made his way through the streets, careful not draw any unwanted attention.

He silently walked among the alleyway as there appeared to be little activity. "Looks like everyone is asleep for the night. Way different from Coruscant." He looked around as no one was in sight.

"All right just have to find an information hub of some kind and-!" he stopped when he felt a blade at his neck.

"Don't move."

He slowly turned his head to see a man dressed in a black suit, red tie and red sunglasses and a black hat. The man grinned as he held the red hiltless blade to his neck.

"What's a kid like you doing out all by his lonesome?" he asked as two more men appeared from the shadows.

"I'm not looking for trouble, just want to find some information. You wouldn't happen to know where I could find some would you?" Jaune replied calmly.

The man smirked. "That's cute, playing innocent and all. Especially when you're packing." He tapped the blaster on Jaune's hip.

"So, tell you what, hand over the gun and all you got, and we'll let you go."

Jaune however just rolled his eyes and waved his hand in front of him.

"You don't want to do this."

All three of them suddenly had vacant stares as they lowered their weapons. "

"I…Don't want to do this." He repeated back.

"You want to tell me where I can get some information."

"I…want to tell you…where you can get some…information." He repeated just as slowly. "You can get …information from…Junior…he runs a…club…in the commercial district"

"Good, now…how do I get there?" he asked with a wave of his hand.

"You can get there from here…go down this road, take a left, Near the building that says…from Dust till Dawn…its run by…the Old man. Once there, take a right and two blocks down is Juniors Club."

"Thank you. Now, …you want to go home and rethink your life."

"We…want to go home and rethink our life." Jaune smiled as they began to walk away.

"Oh! And you want to leave me your sword…and maybe some cash." The man stared blankly before nodding.

"I…want to leave you my sword and some cash." He handed the sword to Jaune.

"Here you go." He said monotonal as Jaune took the curved red blade and sheathed it to his belt. As well as 50 Lien from each before they walked away.

Jaune sighed with a small smile. "Jedi Mind Trick…never gets old."

The Mind Trick Ability: was an ability of the Force that allowed the practitioner to influence the thoughts of the affected, generally to the user's advantage. It generally worked on those with weak-wills or those with less intelligence. It didn't, however, work on those that were highly intelligent, strong wills or those that were Force-sensitive.

The Jedi would only ever use it to avoid unnecessary conflict, or if the information was vital.

"Well, at least now I know where to go…even if I can't read the signs? Oh well, just something I'll have to learn."

It didn't take him long to find the place he was looking for. As it was the only shop open with the lights on.

"Okay, I…guess this is it?" the language was different from the Basic he grew up with. He just had to assume it was the right place.

He paused as he felt a tremor in the Force, warning of something behind him. Which just so happened to be two figures that came crashing out the window and landed in front of him as he stared with great confusion.

Before Jaune was another one of those men, similar to the ones he met earlier, and a young girl. The girl was dressed in black clothing with a red hood holding a large weapon that transformed into a scythe. The strangest thing was that he could sense the Force with her like she was Force-sensitive, but it was different.

Not like that of a Jedi.

"Uh…are you okay?" he asked as the young girl with black hair that bled into red tips and silver eyes noticed him as she waved at him.

"Hi…you should probably get out of here." She said before more of those men came out of the store.

They quickly encircled the pair as a man wearing a white suit, with a bowler hat and a cane walked out while smoking a cigar.

"I don't think I have much of a choice?" he pulled the weapon from his belt as he stood back to back with her.

"Looks like it"

"By the way, my name's Jaune. You?" the girl looked back and nodded.

"Ruby. You know how to fight?"

"On occasions." He smirked as they stood back to back.

"Oh, who is this? Another kid, geez this job sucks." The orange-haired man said before he gestured to his men. "Deal with them."

The men charged at the two as the red girl – now known as Ruby – suddenly impaled her scythe in the ground, twirled on the handle and slammed her feet into the man's face, sending him flying back.

Jaune used 'his' blade to block one of the men's strike, as he angled the blade to deflect the man's blow and elbowed the back of his head.

Ruby pulled a trigger on her weapon as a loud bang shot out and she spun around using the recoil. She knocked into two of the henchmen as sent them flying or slammed into them with the blunt end of her weapon. One of them tried to shoot her, but she used the recoil to dodge, a flurry of roses flowing behind her, as she sped back to the man and knocked him on his ass.

Jaune continued to fight as he blocked blades with the men, using a series of Form II: Makashi strikes and Form I: Shii-Cho, deflecting their blows. He used his Jedi training and his martial arts to disarm and render the men uncurious.

'Sorry about that' he thought as he looked over to 'Ruby' as she kicked the last guy to the orange-haired man's feet as he sighed.

"You were worth every cent, truly you were."

"Well Red…blond guy? I think we can all say it's been an eventful evening, and as much as I'd love to stick around..." he raised his cane and opens the bottom to reveal a rifle with a cross grid.

"But I'm afraid this is where we part ways." He shot as a ball of fire raced towards them.

"Ruby look out!" Jaune yelled as he dove in front of her, raised his hand, and instinctively used the Force to block the attack. The fire spreading around them and scorching the street around them. When the flames dissipated, the man was nowhere to be seen.

"Where did he go?" Ruby looked up as she pointed him out.

"There he is! He's heading for the roof!" she pointed as he saw the man climbing up the ladder. She turned to Jaune as she gestured. "Want to help me catch him?"

Jaune thought for a moment before nodding. "Sure"

'I've gotten this involved so far, might as well see it to the end. Besides, it looks this is a common thing, might help to blend in. and maybe use a bit of my Force abilities'

Both Ruby and Jaune raced after him. Ruby using her semblance and weapon to make it to the roof, while Jaune used the Force to jump up the fire escape and up to the roof.

"Whoa! That was cool!" Ruby said as Jaune nodded.

"Stay focused, we can't let him get away." He paused for a moment. 'Huh…I just sounded like my master just now.' He shook it off and looked at her. "Who are we after anyway?" he asked as they raced after him.

"No idea, but he was robbing a dust store and we can't let him get away!" she said as he and Ruby chased after him.

"Hey, stop!" Ruby yells as the man looks back at them.

"Persistent, aren't they?" he kept running till he reached the end of the roof.

"We got him!" Ruby yelled before a Bullhead rose up and forced them back.

"Or not."

Roman smirked as he jumped from the roof into the open door of the ship. "End of the line Kiddo's!" he threw a red crystal from his hand as it landed at their feet.

Jaune instantly felt the Force warn him as the man fired at the crystal.

"Ruby get back!" he yelled as he got ready to repel the attack again. But was too late as the blast struck the crystal and caused a huge explosion.

"Whoa-Ahahahahahaha-huh?"

He stopped his laughing as the dust cleared and a woman stood before them. A large purple circle protecting them from the blast as she waved her crop in front of her.

'What the kriff?' Jaune thought as he looked at the purple circle. The woman before them waved her crop as several balls of energy shot off and slammed against the vessel causing it to shake.

'Again, this lady must be using that dust, but I can still sense the Force from her too. What is going on with this planet?'

The orange-haired man cursed slightly as made his way to the cockpit.

"We've got a Huntress!" he told the pilot, a woman in a red dress, who quickly left the controls to the man who took over piloting the ship.

The woman with the purple cape waved her crop in the and shot a ball of energy into the air, as a storm appeared out of nowhere and bombarded the ship with sharp hail.

A woman in a red dress stood near the entrance as hr arms started to glow and she launched a ball of fire at them.

"Look out!" Jaune yelled as he stood in front of them and called upon the Force.

His hand subtly vibrating as he used the Force to halt the ball of fire in midair, as it seemed to flicker and slow down. The woman in red and the huntress stared for a moment as Jaune struggled to hold the fireball back.

"If you're going to do something, I suggest you do it now!" Jaune struggled as he held back the ball of fire.

The huntress nodded as she waved her crop and encased the ball of fire in a block of ice that sent it shattering onto the ground. Jaune fell to his knee as he relaxed. It had been a long time since had used that much of the Force in one sitting.

The purple caped woman then used the fragments to create swirling projectiles and sent them back at the red woman.

The woman in red firing back as the fragments dissipated or broke off as they swirled around the vessel and bombarding the ship from all angles.

The woman in red appeared to grow annoyed as she summoned several glowing rings and thrusts them out, causing the fragments to dissipate into a mist. The caped woman glared as Ruby snapped out of her awe and fired at the woman, who blocked every shot.

She then creates several spots as Jaune instantly senses danger and pushed the pair back with the Force while diving for cover himself, just as the circles exploded. A small fragment of rock cutting his cheek slightly as he rolled behind cover.

They got back up just to see the ship fly off and the bowler hat guy laughing all the way.

Jaune sighed as he rested, while Ruby turned to the huntress.

"Um, you're You're a Huntress!" she said before putting on a pleading, awe-stricken face. "Can I have your autograph?!" she asked with a hopeful voice. Causing Jaune to raise his eyebrow and the woman to glare.

"You two are coming with me, now." She practically demanded as Ruby gained a scared look while Jaune just sighed.

"Ah, Karabast."


Vale Police Station – Interrogation Room A2


Jaune tapped his foot impatiently as he looked around the grey room. It had been almost an hour since he was brought in. Now normally if it was stormtroopers or the Empire, he would've made the attempt to escape, but he didn't want to risk having his face on a bounty board on an unknown planet. Besides, from the way, this place was run it wasn't like the Empire.

It was more like the Republic before the Empire. Where everything was just and fair and followed protocol.

"Though I get the feeling I just broke a few." His hand went to his neck as he pulled out a necklace that held a small blue crystal.

Before handing in his weapons he made sure to remove the power cell from his blaster and the Kyber crystal from his Lightsabre. He didn't want to risk any of these…well, primitives to accidentally blast themselves in the foot or get a face full of lightsaber energy.

He held the small crystal in his hand as it was the only other reminder he had of his old life.

The Kyber Crystal was a significant part of his life. It was the heart of his weapon, the proof that he had passed his trial to earn his lightsaber and once, a step closer to becoming a Jedi Knight…

But that life was gone now. It died with his master and all the other Jedi.

He sensed someone approaching as he hid the necklace just as the door opened up. The woman from earlier entered, as well as a man in a dark green suit, silver hair and spectacle with a cane and two mugs. Jaune could instantly tell there was something very different from the man.

The Force just…radiated differently from him.

"Greetings, sorry to keep you waiting," he said as he walked over and placed the mug before him. "Coffee?" he asked as Jaune raised an eyebrow.

He took the mug and looked at the familiar brown liquid.

'Huh, must be their version of Caf…' he took a sip. 'Just as bitter too, guess caf is universal in every part of the galaxy?' He nodded.

"Thank you…is there a particular reason I am here?"

"Apologies we were having a difficult time trying to identify you. Still are. You don't seem to appear on any database from here or the other three Kingdoms." Jaune remained calm as he mentally thought of a way to escape.

"But, then again. It's not uncommon for one to exist outside the database. You must've been born outside the Kingdoms, in one of the settlements that want independence from the Kingdoms. What is your name anyway? Just for the record." Jaune mentally sighed a breath of relief as he nodded

"Um, Jaune…Jaune Secura."

He wondered for a moment if it was alright to use his master's last name, but he felt a positive feeling in the Force. Almost like she approved. The man nodded. "And yeah, my family uh…used to live far outside the Kingdoms."

"Indeed. What brings you here Vale then? Your family must be worried about you?" Jaune gripped his mug as he set it down.

"My…my family doesn't exist anymore…I lost them years ago." The man nodded with a sense of understanding if what Jaune was reading was right.

"I see…I apologies for bringing up unwanted memories." Jaune nodded.

"It's fine, it happened a long time ago. Can't even remember their faces if I wanted to." The man opened a strange device as it showed a recording of his battle with Ruby and the thugs.

"That is quite an interesting skill set you have here. I'm unfamiliar with the combat style, who taught it to you?" he asked as Jaune sighed and was hesitant to answer.

"My…my master. She found me when I was four. She taught me everything she knew."

"And what was her name?" he asked, curious at how someone was able to slip by his notice.

"She…wasn't very famous. You probably wouldn't know her. She liked to live under the radar and kept most things to herself. She took me in, taught me and raised really."

"And where is she now?" he asked the boy hung his head.

"…She died…she died about two years ago." The man nodded.

"Once again, I apologise for bringing up unwanted memories." Jaune nodded as he looked back up to the man.

"Once again, why am I here? Did I do something wrong?" the man shook his head.

"Not necessarily. You managed to stop a Dust robbery with the help of Miss Ruby Rose. For that, we are thankful for. And If it were up to Miss Goodwitch here," he pointed to the woman behind him. "She would've given you a pat on the back and a slap on the wrist." Jaune looked over as she glared slightly at him.

It almost reminded him of one of his old Jedi Masters back in the temple.

"But I wanted to talk with you, Mister Secura." He laced his hands in front of him and for a moment as he saw his gaze, it reminded him of master Windu. "Your skills with a blade and your unique abilities have caught my attention. From what you told me you, I can assume you did not attend any of the starter academies, correct?" Jaune nodded.

"Yet your swordsmanship is more advanced than any I had seen in my time. What is your purpose here?"

"I'm looking for a job. I need cre-Lien to get by. I heard Vale was a good place to start and was on my way to see someone about a job when I ran into Ruby." He answered with a calm demeanour. "After that, things kind of spiralled and…here I am."

"And what kind of job were you looking for?" he asked as Jaune shrugged.

"Any that would pay really. Bounty Hunting, security. Heck, I would work as a bartender if I needed to."

"I see…Mister Secura, what if I offered you another proposition?" Jaune raised an eyebrow as the man smiled.

"Do you know who I am?" he asked as Jaune shook his head.

"My name is Ozpin; I am the Headmaster of Beacon Academy. It is my job to seek out and train the next generation of Huntsman and Huntresses from the Four kingdoms. I am a man who knows talent, and I believe you could have what it takes to become a huntsman." Jaune raised an eyebrow.

"You want me…to attend your school?"

"That is correct."

"Pardon my rudeness, but that seems a little far from what I need to do. Being at a school means I have to pay for tuition, correct? Which is the reverse, as I'm looking for money. Not the other way around."

"The Academies are funded by the council to train huntsman. All expenses are paid to keep the Kingdoms safe from Grimm. And whilst you study under our care, you are also paid for certain missions that we send you. Part of it is deducted to cover expenses. But once you graduate, you will be able to take on higher-paying contracts to earn more lien."

"It's not that I'm interested in the money. I just need it at the moment. There's…something I need to fix, and I require money for it."

"I understand. But I also assume that you have no place of accommodation and no cash on hand correct? Hence the money trouble." Jaune timidly nodded. No way the food rations on the ship would last him for years, as the man smirked.

"At Beacon Academy, we can provide you with all the necessary accommodations, including food, bed and other necessities you need. All it would require is for you to attend my academy." Jaune pondered before he raised a concern.

"There is one problem though…I'm…kind of illiterate. My master and I had been on the road for so long, we never really bothered to brush up on books and stuff. So, I am not that strong reading, unless I brush up on my basics."

"That can be easily rectified. We can provide you with private lessons to catch you back up to speed."

"You are determined to get me to join, aren't you?" the man chuckled as he nodded.

Jaune thought it over as he weighed his options.

On the one hand, he'd be limiting himself to one area and would have to be extra cautious about how he would operate in retrieving the parts for his ship.

On the other hand, he had no money, no permanent residence and his ship was located in a Grimm infested forest. Making the trips back and forth would be difficult and dangerous. BT and R6 could look after themselves and he needed to know more about the planet he was stranded on, so there wasn't much choice.

"All right…you got yourself a deal." The man smiled as he nodded.

"Thank you, Mister Secura. I'll have the necessary paperwork ready by the time you reach the docks tomorrow morning. I assume you have a scroll." Jaune had no idea what that was so he shook his head.

"No, I…recently lost mine." The man nodded.

"I see, I'll have a new one requisitioned to you." Jaune nodded as the man stood up. "Feel free to collect your belongings and welcome to Beacon." He shook the man's hand as he and Goodwitch left the boy to himself.


Once in the hallway, Glynda turned to Ozpin. "Sir, are you sure it's a good idea to let him into the academy? There are no records of any kind about his identity. For all, we know he could be an agent of Salem. The way he stopped that fireball…it was like no semblance I'd ever seen before."

"Exactly the reason why I invited him to join."

She looked curiously as the man pulled up the battle again.

"This type of swordplay is like nothing I've seen before. It's precise, well-executed. But the way he wields his blade, tells me it wasn't meant for that kind of blade. But rather for a different kind of blade." She raised an eyebrow as he fast-forwarded the video.

"Then there are his abilities…" he showed the boy blocking the fire with his palm as the fire spread around him and Ruby. And again, when he stopped the ball in mid-air.

"One would normally chuck this up to be a telekinetic semblance. But the thing is…I do not believe that Mister Secura has his aura unlocked."

"And what makes you say that?"

"Because as we had him detained, the machines detected no aura signature whatsoever..." her eyes widened slightly as she looked at the boy on the monitor.

"So, I'm curious to know how a man can stop a ball of fire, without access to aura?"

"What is he sir?" she asked as he shrugged his shoulders.

"I have no idea. But I believe we shall find out."


And Scene. Well here is the first chapter of my new story. Knight of the Fallen Order. I based this game on the trailers and gameplay of the new Star Wars game: Jedi Fallen Order. I also want to thank Captain Cheeseburger for his/her Star Wars knowledge. I've wanted to do this for a while now, and I am working on Wolf, I just need a small break after writing three chapters at once.

My brain was nearly cooked by the end. So, let me have this! Ahem…sorry. Now, I wanted to try something different. In most stories I've read, everyone spontaneously knows the same language and read and write the same. That always struck me as odd.

So, I wanted a new spin, they speak similar languages but spell things differently. A little obstacle Jaune needs to overcome. He lived out in space, and it has a vast array of languages and spelling. Not everything will always be the same.

Now, how will this affect the world of Remnant? Could there have been Force-sensitive individuals on Remnant millions of years ago? And what will happen during the exam? Found out next time in…

Episode II: Beacon Trials