(just a little disclaimer I own nothing.)

Theres a question that plagues everyones mind at some point of time, why are we here? It's one of life's greatest mysteries. Especially when you don't even know who or what you were before being brought back from the dead by a small construct, that would eventually become one of your greatest friends.

That's what happened to me, and just about every other guardian that I know reborn in the Travelers light.

I don't know a lot about myself, who I was, what I was, those are things that I can't remember for the life of me. Although there are a few things I remember from my past. Abandonment, betrayal, and... something called Remnant. But one other thing, my name.

Jaune Arc, little did I know I shared the same name as a type of energy. Who knew?

My story began just as so many have before.

-X-

(No ones P.o.v.)

Hovering around the wasteland once called Russia floated a strange construct, this little machine had the appearance of a three dimensional star with yellow on the top and bottom points, an optic eye 'blinking' as it moved along.

The front and back halves rotating in different directions as it hovered through the forest of cars long abandoned during the collapse, scanning certain skeletons with a cone-shaped beam, projected from its optic, that inhabited the husks of the rusted chunks of scrap.

Unkown to the little construct, three four-armed spider eyed beings were shadowing it from afar. Their leader focusing its rifle on the construct, after confirming its query the leader spoke to its underlings in its native tongue. Upon receiving their orders, the underlings moved forward.

Knowing that they'll have their prize soon enough the leader shouted something in its native tongue before following the path of its underlings, while its crimson cloak swayed wildly within the gusts of wind.

The construct oblivious to the encroaching threat continued to hover along scanning random skeletons for an unknown reason.

"Ouch." Solemnly spoke the construct as it saw the bullet hole in the side of a deceased humans skull, silently hoping they received a quick death.

Staying to its path the construct continued to scan the remains of different bodies, until it stopped on one.

"Is it possible?" The construct questioned to no one but itself. It's shell dividing into eight sections around a core while light emanated from it. "There you are." The construct spoke in a friendly tone, as a blinding light flashed from its core.

-X-

"Guardian... guardian? Eyes up guardian!" The construct ordered. The guardians eyes restlessly flickered open, After being closed for who knows long.

"It worked. Your alive." Joyfully stated the construct. "You don't know how long I've been looking for you." It revealed.

"Wha-what do you mean?" The 'guardian' questioned.

"I'm a ghost. Actually, now I'm your ghost." The construct greeted. "And you, well you have been dead a long time." The ghost stated as the guardian tried to clench his fists succeeding after a few tries hearing cracks resonate from them. "So your going to see a lot of things you don't understand." The ghost finished before hearing roars from the distance.

Turning to the direction of the roar the ghost turn to the guardian before saying, "this is Fallen territory. We aren't safe here." The ghost turn to the opposite direction of the roars which turned out to be a wall, rusted and falling apart from the elements for centuries. "I have to get you to the city." The ghost said as it turned toward the immediate area to see if it was safe, "hold still." It said turning back to the guardian and disappearing in a flash of light.

'What?' The guardian frantically question as his only guide disappeared without a trace.

"Don't worry, I'm still with you." The ghost explained hastily, "we need to move fast."

"We won't survive long out in the open like this, lets get inside the wall." The ghost stated even though the guardian was already heading there.

'Don't need to tell me twice.' The guardian thought as he followed the path through the cars towards the wall.

"I heard that by the way." The ghost said.

"What!" Shouted the guardian as he skidded to a stop.

"I'm inside your head, what'd you think? And keep moving I didn't bring you back just to die again." The ghost ordered before the guardian continued running.

Moving past the rusted husks of vehicles filled with long dead civilians the guardian could help but feel remorse for the poor bastards. Hearing more roars coming from the distance the guardian knew whatever these fallen were they were approaching fast, and he knew better than to expect a warm welcome.

As the unnamed man continued up the deteriorated steps to a door leading inside the wall the guardian heard one final screech coming from where he believed he awakened, seeing a flash of red in the distance before he entered the crumbling entrance.

"Okay, I need to find you a weapon before the fallen find us." The ghost states as the duo continue on into the dark area.

Stepping into a darkened corridor the construct materialized to emit a light so the guardian can better navigate the environment. "Careful, the fallen thrive in the dark, we won't."

"Lets just focus on getting a weapon for now, but I want an explanation after we get out of here." He said as he cautiously walked passed the catwalk.

"We need to stay quiet, the fallen could be anywhere." As it said that some... creature climbed up a nearby vent, moving out of sight just as the ghosts flashlight... thing landed on it.

'Just going to assume that's what he calls the fallen.' Thought the guardian.

"We need to move." Ghost said as the two climbed a small flight of stairs entering onto a large balcony overlooking a dark enormous chamber. "Wait here, I'll see what I can do with the light here." The ghost said as it hovered off into the darkness, giving off light from its shell as it flew past a pipe.

Waiting by a chemical flare as his only source of light the guardian quickly grew anxious, feeling as though he was being watched. After about a minute of waiting for his ghost a loud bang was heard from the far side of the chamber startling the newly revived guardian.

Seeing the lights turn on after centuries of inaction, revealing multiple fallen crawling among the pipes and scaffolding like cockroaches on a fridge.

After the lights fully activate the ghost quickly returned to its comrade, running across a bridge on the far side of the chamber were more fallen with strange drones flying in from the ceiling.

"Shit!" The guardian shouted as a gate began to open to his left.

Looking beyond the gate the guardian was met with the sight of an old rifle, "come on, grab that rifle and move."

Following the order the man quickly moved to take hold of the rifle, pulling the pin back making sure a round was in the chamber, 'how did I remember that?' He questioned as he caught a glimse of a red cloak at the end of the hallway.

Knowing he'd have to fight through he steeled himself for a fight before proceeding down the long hallway towards the enemy.

Turning another corner he barely got five steps before being confronted by two enemies one with four arms, a crimson cloak, and some type of mask. The other only two arms with a stump under each arm indicating it had four arms at one point.

Taking the roar one of them gave off as a signal to fire the guardian began unloading rounds into the chest of the four armed one effectivly killing it, though after seeing its comrade gunned down the smaller one began sprinting towards the guardian only to be met with the same fate.

"Well at least you can kill a vandal and dreg." The construct stated as the guardian fed another magazine into his rifle.

"Uh?" He so elequitly questioned making his ghost sigh.

"Vandals are the ones with four arms, and dregs are the ones with only two." It concluded as the guardian readied his rifle and kept moving.

Upon reaching an atrium after dealing with a few dregs on the way he was quickly open fired on by the forces within it. Taking cover behind a stack of crates the guardian only peaked out to fire on a solitary dreg before being fired on again.

"Okay, deep breaths, guardian. Only fire in short bursts to conserve your ammo. And aim! You just firing blindly isn't helping." The ghost advised.

"I was aiming!" The guardian indignantly shouted.

"... we have a lot to work on."

"Shut up!" The guardian shouted as he reloaded and open firing on a vandal that was getting too close, while missing a lot of the shots.

After several minutes of poorly firing at fallen... and somehow managing to kill them, he may have needed to be brought back once... or twice.

Having his ghost tell him the coast was clear the guardian left his cover to move on, though he was oblivious to a vandal coming from behind.

Barely turning his body towards the fallen in time the vandal tackled the guardian to the ground using its larger size and two extra arms to keep him pinned. Trying a last ditch effort of sending his fist into the fallen's jaw, though the guardian knew this had little effect.

Unsheathing a shock blade from behind its tattered cloak the fallen raised it above its head ready to finish the guardians life by sending the blade through his neck but stopped when the vandals head jerked to the side with a hole dead centre between its eyes, a loud shot was heard not even a second later.

After the fallens body went limp and collapsed on top of the guardian. Quickly pushing the body of the vandal off and standing up the guardian followed the vapor trail of what was obviously a long distance rifle to looking over at the far side of the chamber.

Standing on the rusted scaffolding was a man wearing a black cloak, the only thing seen was the smoking barrel of his rifle because the rest of him was unseen by the shadows that enveloped him.

"I guess you should thank him." The guardians ghost suggested after it materialized beside his head.

"W-who are you?" The guardian questioned while the cloaked stranger hopped down from his perch, slinging his rifle onto his back.

"Wow just ignore my advice then." The ghost mumbled as the cloaked guardian got closer.

As the stranger was walking toward the guardian his cloak trailed behind him revealing his stark black armour covering his chest and shoulders, a large revolver holstered on his hip with knives sheathed along it as well.

The stranger kept silently walking towards the guardian only stopping just a few feet in front of him, both of their gazes locked on each other through their helmets.

After what felt like minutes the stranger extended his hand, "Names Decker, Hunter. And your welcome."

When the guardian was about to Grab the mans hand his ghost interjected, "I don't mean to be rude but I think we should keep moving before more fallen find us." To prove its point the two individuals heard a roar from further in the complex.

"Right." Agreed the stranger now known as Decker, "you guys wouldn't happen to have a ride out of here would you? My ship may have been shot down."

"Uh no, honestly I kinda thought you had one." The guardian revealed making Decker sigh as a response.

"Likewise... well I guess we gotta walk home." He surmised.

"Well, look on the bright side. It cou-"

"I swear, if you say that 'it could be worse' clichè I'm leaving your asses here for the fallen!" The Hunter Shouted as he started walking towards the bridge leading to the other side of the chamber.

"Tough crowd." The ghost mumbled as it dematerialized as its guardian jogged to catch up with Decker.

"How far is it, the City?" The guardian asked trying to get the specifics of where to go.

Sighing before turning his head to face the rookie guardian, "lets just put it simply; a long walk from here." His gaze turned to a cache not far ahead. "But silver lining, the Fallen left us a cache."

"Why does this feel too convenient?" Sceptically asked the guardian.

"Or just relevant to the plot." He suggested.

"What?" The Guardian questioned.

"Nothing just open it before I do. I could always use the glimmer for parts...or booze."

Quickly walking up to the crate the guardians ghost materialized to briefly scan it, having no other ideas to open the cache the guardian just pressed his hand onto it and that somehow did the trick. Moving his hand away from the lid of the cache as it swung open the guardian was met with the sight of an old shotgun, the barrel was rusted though looked sturdy enough to function properly.

"Huh and old shotgun. I would've been happier if it was glimmer, but hey its your reward." Decker stated as the guardian tilted his head in confusion.

"What the heck is glimmer?" As Decker was about to answer the question but a multitude of roars was heard further in the complex.

"No time. When we get somewhere safe. I'll explain everything on the way home." He said drawing his revolver from his holster and walking forward.

As the duo turned the corner they were surprised when beams of red light were coming from multiple objects scattered along the corridor.

"Damnit! Trip mines. Whatever you do don't touch 'em." Decker angrily explained motioning for the guardian to step back as he leveled the barrel of his revolver on the closest of the trip mines. Pulling the trigger on the firearm a loud bang echoed through the complex as the trip mine went off, soon after two dregs stepped into the corridor weapons raised.

"Can these guys just fuck off for like five minutes?" Decker rhetorically asked as he began firing at the dregs forcing them to get to cover. "We don't have time to get rid of these mines we're gonna have to go through them carefully."

After he said that he squatted down low to the ground under the space between the beams made by the mines, followed by the unnamed guardian soon after, repeating the process while covering each other from the dregs.

Eventually the two reached the end of the corridor forcing the dregs to retreat lest they be killed.

As the duo neared the entrance to the next chamber they hugged the wall beside the entrance. "Okay, last chamber before we're outside the wall then we can head home... or in your case the city."

"How do you know?" Skeptically asked the rookie.

"I've been here a few times before. Left a cache or two, scavenged parts from the old planes nearby 'bout a year back." He explained.

"Are any of them flyable?"

"If they were we'd be heading there instead of walking home." Flicking his wrist to the right bringing out the mag well of the revolver, holding it towards the ceiling letting gravity eject the canister of spent casings and replacing it with a fresh one as soon as the old one hit the ground.

The unnamed guardian changing the magizine of the rusty rifle, pulling back the pin chambering a round causing Decker's gaze to lock on the rifle.

"Hm, khvostov. Lucky, those ones are rare... how 'bout I show you how to have an eye for the right type of hardware?" He asked lightly tapping his shoulder before heading inside the chamber, the sound of gunfire resonating from within.

Easing his nerves as he went through the doorway. Being met with Decker behind a crate firing a round into the head of a vandal unlucky enough to be outside of cover.

Leveling his rifle on a group of dregs to the right and opening fire, though with the average guardian multiple dregs would have died but with this one... only one dreg bit the dust. Ducking behind a column soon after emptying his magizine, pressing his back against the rusted metal as he replaced the mag.

"How many we got over over there?" Decker asked as he slid into cover beside the rookie, rounds from the fallen firearms burning the edges of the column trying to hit the cloaked gunslinger.

"A few." The rookie revealed. "About four or five."

"How many did you put down?" Decker Asked.

"One." He mumbled getting Decker stare at him intently through his helmet.

"...we have a lot to work on." He stated after reloading his revolver.

"Oh not you too!" The rookie shouted as Decker ran out from behind the column running towards the group of dregs drawing a pair of throwing knives from his belt.

Throwing one of his knives into the kneecap of the first approaching dreg forcing it to drop to its knees. Using its shoulder as a leap pad forward tackling the second dreg to the ground, planting his knife in its neck. Unsheathing a third blade from his belt as the third dreg reared it's arm back for a swip with its knife. Leaning back to avoid the swing, sending a kick to the back of the dregs leg making it kneel.

'On your six, mate!' Mentally warned a Irish voice from within Deckers head, as a fourth dreg was leveling a shock pistol on his back. Stabbing his knife downward into the base of the kneeling dregs neck with his right hand and gripping the stump of its old arm with his left, holding the dying dreg between him and the shock pistol wielding dreg as it unloaded a barrage of arc energy into its comrade.

Taking the smell of metal and flesh and the sound of silence as the sign it was done Decker let go of his knife and gripping the handle of his revolver. Unholstering the revolver and dropping the dead dreg, Letting it drop to the ground. Keeping the revolver perpendicular with his hip, using the palm of his left hand to cock back the hammer and squeezing the trigger firing a round into the shooting hand. Repeatingly fanning the hammer of the revolver back and unloading it three more times, one bullet into the dregs shoulder, another into its stomach, and the last between its eyes.

After seeing the dreg fall limp onto the ground Decker finally lowered his revolver and holstering the gun on his hip. Turning around to the final dreg still on its knees with its eyes glaring at Decker with burning hatred, the rookie walking up and discharging rounds into it before it can shoot rounds from its pistol.

Looking to him as the dreg fell to the ground, "come on, the gunfire would bring more and I don't wanna be here when they come." Decker casually stated as he started walking to the side of the chamber, the rookie following soon after.

"So what are you? Are you like a scout or something?" The rookie asked as the two walked down a small set of stairs and exiting the chamber through a service tunnel the ground covered with vegetation and about a foot of water.

"A hunter, most of us are scouts. Though if you ever need someone good with a rifle we're your guy or girl. Most of the time we tend to be lone wolves, some of us know the difference a pack makes." Decker answered as he drew his rifle from his back.

"Do you?" The rookie followed up resonating a sigh from him.

"It depends on the pack." He said before exiting the tunnel raising his rifle and scanning the area, "coast is clear... for now."

As the duo entered the moonlight they were met with the husk of a long destroyed tank, the rookies ghost materialized over his shoulder, "this use to be one the old cosmodromes, surely we can find something here?"

Upon hearing that question Deckers ghost materialized as well it's stark black pieces reflecting the moonlight, "not likely, mate. We've been through most of the area around... Well the areas we can get to without dying perm-..."

Seeing his ghost in deep thought... or what looked like deep thought sparked Decker to question it, "something up, shamrock?"

"Remember that old jumpship in dock 13?" The ghost now known as shamrock asked looking to Decker.

"Yeah, but you said it won't fly." He answered.

"I said it probably won't fly. Besides the fallen showed up before I could examin it." Shamrock revealed making the rookie and his ghost look at each other.

"I thought you said you didn't have a ride out of here?" The rookie guardian questioned.

"Well we didn't know if the ship would even be flyable, let alone be able to get us to the city. Plus I had a feeling that if we stayed to examine it we'd die faster than a liked main character that's about to win in Game of Thrones." Decker revealed causing the guardian to tilt his head in confusion.

"What's game of thrones?" He asked shocking Decker.

"Oh boy." Mumbled shamrock.

"..." that very question only caused Decker to stare intently at the rookie. "When we get to the city we have a lot to do." He calmly stated.

Before the rookie could question why a flare shot up high into the sky. Soon after a large ship came out of thin air through a strange burst of energy. The shockwave from the discharge knocking over nearby towers, as soon as the shockwave ended and the energy vanished the ship flew into the two guardians direction.

"Fallen ships! This close to the surface!? We need to move!" The rookies ghost shouted before dematerializing into the rookies backpack, shamrock doing the same. Running through a passage between two buildings the guardians ended up at an open court yard.

Seeing smaller ships drop off more fallen into the court yard, the rookies ghost designating the small ships as skiffs.

"Dock 13's over there!" Decker shouted while pointing to the left of the courtyard. "Just past all the... dregs... and shanks... and vandals." He slowly said seeing the firefight they were about to join.

Ten minutes later

"Coast is clear mate." Shamrock confirmed as a fallen captain fell to the ground limp, its mask and head smoking from the hole in the center created by the point blank discharge of a shotgun, curtesy of the rookie.

It stated as Decker reloaded his revolver before holstering it on his hip.

Nodding his head with a sigh, "I know. But first thing on the list is getting rookie over there back home." He said gesturing over to the rookie, causing said rookie to glare at him which didn't go unnoticed, "What?"

"My name isn't rookie." The noob said while he holstered his shotgun on his back.

"Then what is it? Because I need something to call you." He asked causing the guardian to look away trying to think. "Listen it's okay if you don't remember right away, you might remember tomorrow, most of the time guardians don't remember their name so they just pick a new one." Decker said putting a hand on the guardians shoulder.

After Decker removed his hand after close to a minute later the rookies ghost materialized to hover up to the ship held aloft by multiple wires. "Its been here awhile, hasn't made a jump in centuries. Luckily the fallen haven't completely picked it clean."

Following the rookies' ghost's example shamrock materialized to help check the ship out, starting with the engines. "Engines are rusted ta shite. It obviously won't be breaking orbit but it should get to the city."

"So it'll fly?" The rookie asked earning a stare from shamrock which was most likely a glare.

"No, it'll fall apart before we can get it off the ground." It sarcastically replied.

"Shamrock, what'd I tell you 'bout the sarcasm?" Decker chastised.

"Hey he walked into it." Shamrock countered as the rookies ghost managed to get the ship running.

"I got good news and bad news, which one first?" The ghost asked causing the two guardians to look at each other shrugging.

"The bad news. Might as well get that out of the way." Decker answered for the both of them, mumbling the last part.

"There's only one seat." The ghost stated.

"And the good?"

"The ship is working!" The ghost enthusiastically answered, while shamrock returned to Decker. Now there were two options; one they share, or one of them walks.

Hearing a roar coming from a tunnel within the wall at the other side of the chamber the two guardians now knew another fight was ahead. Taking the larger fallen climb out of the tunnel as their answer as it landed on the ground after hopping down from the tunnel, watching it stand as tall as the two of them combined as one of its four arms was holding a larger weapon than the shock pistols the dregs used.

"Huh I was wondering where the archon was." Decker stated while he drew his revolver from his holster.

"Are you telling me you knew that thing was here and you didn't tell me!?" The rookie exclaimed angered at Decker for withholding the intel as he turned to his ghost.

"Well tell me if you need help opening a door." It said as it dematerialized.

"Time the fuck out... that fuckers got my warp drive!" Decker shouted motioning to the component clipped to the archon's belt, his revolver beginning to glow as if it was being heated instantaneously, after letting it burn bright for a few seconds Decker pointed the revolver to the ceiling of the dock and the instant he did so it burst into flames, making the rookie look away due to the intense brightness given off from the feat.

"Time for some payback." Decker calmly said before turning to the reader, "timeskip."

"Timewha-"

Timeskip

Taking the archon falling to the ground as a sign for the guardians to relax and figure out their next move.

"Okay so two guardians, one seat." Decker stated as the rookie placed his rifle on his back letting his arms drop from exhaustion. "That sounds like a shitty porno."

"You think we can share?" The rookie sheepishly asked trying not to make the situation awkward.

"No, even if we can both fit in there the added weight will burn more fuel, and for all we know there could only be fumes in there after centuries of inaction." He summarized as his ghost materialized over his shoulder.

"How do you even know that?" The rookie questioned.

"I spent a little time learning from the shipwright back home." The hunter answered.

"Okay, So how do we decide who gets the ride?" Asked the rookie knowing someone would have to be left behind.

"You take it." Decker said.

"Why? You know what it's like out here!" He exclaimed which was kind of ironic considering he was just brought back from death.

"Oh I know, this isn't my first rodeo out on the frontier." Decker revealed causing the rookie to tilt his head in confusion, "sorry my mentor's kind of a cowboy... and a compulsive gambler. But seriously I'll be fine while shamrock sends out a beacon calling for evac."

"Wait what if we get shot down as well?" The rookies ghost asked oblivious to the body of the archon as it began to move again.

"Don't worry your the guy with the plot armour so you have nothing to worry about." The hunter explained causing the rookie to look at him like he grew a second head. "Anyways, I gotta warpdrive to get back or this chick named Amanda will have my hide." He said turning towards the archon finding it still standing... and alive aiming its shrapnel launcher at the two glaring at them as well.

"Ah fuck." Was all Decker said as the archon was about to pull the trigger to its weapon, though before it could complete the action a rocket was sent straight into its head effectively decapetating it.

"Decker!" A new voice angrily shouted.

"Oh shit." Decker swore knowing exactly who that voice belonged to. "Bite! How ya bin!?" The hunter asked while turning to their... saviour?

"Don't you 'Bite' me, boy!" The man now known as Bite shouted carrying a rocket launcher over his shoulder, still smoking from being fired barley a minute ago. "Why the hell was your ship planted six feet in the ground, sprouting out of it like a damn tree?!"

Upon hearing the question Deckers eyes grew to the size of diner plates behind his helmet. "That is... entirely his fault." Decker said pointing to the decapitated archon before walking over to unclip the warp drive from its waist.

Being slightly appeased with Decker getting warp drive back the guardian now known as Bite turned to the rookie. "I take your the reason the fallen coms have been so active today?"

"Uh yeah." The rookie answered as he got a look at Bites appearance, the guy stood about a head taller than either the rookie or Decker clad in heavy armour all along his body coloured forest green.

"Well I'm just gonna assume the two of you were the ones who almost killed that archon." He stated while slinging the launcher onto his back walking over to the duo, stealing a glance at the rusted old ship. "Decker, get ready to leave. Alaster's watching the transport outside, all the while Hook and Spiri were scouring the skywatch for you... rookie that ship is yours to fly to the city with."

"Well rookie I'll see you at the tower." Decker bid farewell as shamrock materialized over his shoulder.

"At least Bites not assuming you were flying while drunk... again." Pointed out the onyx ghost.

"Would you stop calling me rookie, at least call me somethi-" The rookie indignantly shouted the guardian before suddenly stopping.

Standing in front of a blonde haired blue eyed man was an emerald eyed woman glaring at him with rage flaring from her eyes, wearing bronze armour on her torso, legs and left arm, a circlet of the same material around her head as her scarlet hair was tied into a ponytail.

"You lied to all of us Jaune! You lied to our team! Team RWBY! To me!" She screamed clenching her hand, clocking the blonde in the jaw before turning and leaving the roof through the door behind her.

"Hey rookie you good? You've been standing there staring at the ground for like five minutes in a flashback." Decker explained as Bite walked up to the duo.

"It's Jaune."

"What?"

"My name... it's Jaune, Jaune Arc." The rookie slowly stated finally remembering his name. Undoing the strap keeping his helmet on his head and placing both his hands on either side before pulling it off to reveal a mop of unkept blonde hair and sapphire eyes.

"And the rookie finally knows his name." Decker said as shamrock dematerialized back into his backpack.

"Well kid, Decker and I along with the rest of the team will meet you at the tower... your ghost will guide you there." Bite explained nudging Decker to the exit of the dock. "Easy flying!" He bid before leaving.

As the guardian now known as Jaune looked towards the hovering ship his ghost materialized over his shoulder.

"You know how to fly a ship right?" The ghost said looking over to its guardian, it's optic blinking.

"Uh?" Jaune grunted looking over to the ghost his hair slightly swaying from the motion, causing his ghost to look down mumbling and sighing.

"Heres to hoping that ship has a navigational computer." The ghost said defeated, "I'll fill you in on everything you should know on the way to the tower.

"Then let's go." He said letting the ghost transmate him into the ship positioning it towards the giant hole in the ceiling, firing the engines when the ship was pointed through the hole flying off to where home is.

Though unknown to the two a hooded figure was watching them go, they're rifle pointed downward at the ground held in one hand.

Little did Jaune or his ghost knew... the knight found a new team, one that won't treat him as an outcast. Eventually Remnant will be getting a few new guardians.

It was just a matter of time.