"What do you mean he's 'gone'?"

"I mean he's just gone Ozzy, one moment the kid was there and the next he wasn't." A rough looking man said before taking a long gulp from a large silver flask.

Headmaster Ozpin of Beacon academy paused in thought, he had considered the chances of 'her' trying something against her students this year, But he'd expected something a little more under the radar, not in broad daylight surrounded by other students.

"Ozzy," The man said before pausing and running his hands over his stubble in thought as if searching for the right words. "How the hell are we supposed to fight something we can't see?"

Silenced reigned through the room for a moment before the green-themed headmaster let out a long and tired sigh, "We'll just have to find a way to see it then."

"I guess you're right," The man said before turning wound with an intentional wave in his tattered black and red cape, "Rubes was close with the kid so I'll go and talk to her, just leave the next mission info in the regular place."

"Later Ozzy." The man said with a wave just before the elevator doors close, leaving Ozpin alone in his office to plot his next course of action.

"Safe travels Qrow."

-=-=-=Unknown Place - Unknown Time=-=-=-

Jaune wasn't sure when exactly he'd realized he's slipped back into consciousness, but when he did his mind went into overdrive.

Surrounding him was a city, no, the word city was too light of a descriptor, this place was absolutely massive, he looked up and saw buildings reaching up to the heavens themselves, looking over a nearby ledge held inverted results, the buildings didn't just reach up, but rooted downwards as far as the eye could see.

Looking around Jaune was meet with the faces of thousands of people, all of them weaving in between each other as they went about their day, little concern for anyone else as they sped through the streets.

The buildings looked ancient, but also somehow new, the same symbol of a double-headed eagle covered almost every surface along with a strange script and a multitude of statues of varying size and shape.

Some were no more than a few feet tall and took the form of men and women in simple blocky armor with an even simpler and blockier rifle against their shoulders, their fists held to their chests in some sort of a proud salute.

Others were much larger, a couple dozen feet in the largest instance that depicted a hulking man in an enormous suit of armor, in its hands was an equally large rifle of some kind.

However, it wasn't the size of the buildings that gave Jaune pause, nor was it the immense amount of people or the very obvious cult-like religious zealously that surrounded him.

No, what worried him was the fact that every person that, by all known laws of physics, should have bumped into him just phased right through him.

"Where the hell am I?" Jaune whispered to himself, concern clear in his voice as his mind tried to catch up with what his eyes were seeing.

"A beautiful city is it not?" A booming voice echoed through the blond boy's mind.

In a snap every single person but one disappeared from the wide street Jaune had been occupying.

"I suppose I shouldn't have expected much of an answer this quickly," The old man's voice echoed once again, "Most people I reach out too nowadays instantly recognize me and drop to their knees, it's a refreshing change of pace to see someone who doesn't."

Jaune's eyes narrowed as he stared at the man, the man's mouth never moved, and yet he heard him perfectly clearly, "Where am I?"

The old man let out a hearty chuckle before his voice boomed into Jaune's head once again, "You are on the great Holy Terra, the birthplace of humanity."

Jaune gawked at that, "What do you mean 'Holy Terra', 'Birthplace of Humanity', What in the hell are you talking about?"

"Your world, Remnant I believe you know it as, is nothing but an Imperial colony lost to the depths of space." The old man began before taking a couple of steps closer to Jaune, "And a very interesting colony if I do say so myself."

"This isn't making any sense, who the hell are you?" Jaune asked quickly, he felt like he was in a dream, but everything felt just a little bit too real, and to be completely honest, it was starting to scare him.

"I, my boy, and the great God Emperor of Man!" The now proclaimed 'God Emperor' bellowed with a heavy laugh, "Although I'm not much of an emperor stuck here on the golden throne."

"None of this makes sense-"

"It will in due time my boy, but first I must ask you to do something for me," The man sighed to himself, a tired look overtaking his face as his voice echoed in Jaune's head.

"What exactly do you need me to do?" Jaune asked cautiously, his eyes staring suspiciously at the so-called 'God Emperor' standing in front of him.

"Stand still."

The moment the old man uttered those words images began to flood Jaune's mind, thousands upon thousands of memories, words, and images he'd never seen before flooded his mind, the script along the walls became readable, and the more memories flooded through his mind the more he began to understand.

Jaune saw sprawling cityscapes and small towns of every kind, millions upon billions of faces flashed before his eyes, some smiling, some screaming, others stuck with a permanent look of fear.

Sooner or later the faces began to blur together and what took their place sent a shiver of primal fear down Jaune's spine, a sprawling battlefield filled to the brim bodies in various states of dismemberment could be seen as far as the eye could discern, most of them with the same bulky weapons and armor as he's seen adorning the statues in the city.

Only these weren't statues. Jaune could feel the bile begin to rise from his stomach before forcing it back down.

The blond boy jumped at the feeling of a gloved hand grabbing his shoulder and forcing him down, only it didn't feel like his body, the gloved hand flipped him over and a man in the very same blocky armor started to shout at him.

Jaune could hear the words he'd said in return, but it didn't feel right, nothing about this felt right, it felt like he was just hitching a ride in another person's body.

Before he knew it, he was back on his feet and peaking over the lip of a not very deep or protective trench, an enormous gun with a blue glowing top humming with power in his foreign hands.

Before Jaune had even realized it the gun fired with a bright blue flash, launching an equally bright blue blob downrange.

After the shot came the pain as waves of electricity and heat burnt his arms, every shot fired was followed with another wave of searing pain.

A scream could be heard down the trench, but before Jaune could decipher the exact meaning of the yell, every man and woman surrounding him let out an equally loud howl as they jumped from the protection of their cover and charged headlong into enemy positions, including himself.

Another split second of charging straight into enemy fire lead to everyone diving headfirst into the next trench.

Only this one wasn't occupied by the matching men and women in the blocky armor, no, these things couldn't even be called human.

Writhing massed of fleshy appendages and a multitude of eyes stared intensely into Jaune's soul as if sensing his fear and feeding off of it.

One word came to mind and Jaune knew he'd never be able to forget them.

Mutants.

Something flashed in Jaune's vision and everything changed, instead of the bloodied battlefield he had been in before, he was in a beautiful meadow filled too the brim with beautiful white flowers, a single enormous tree sat at the center of the meadow. It's leaves a stunning and contrasting shade of red.

Under the tree sat a relatively normal couple, a blond boy and a brunette girl, both with bright violet eyes and wearing a set of light brown military fatigues. The two of them were sitting close to each other atop a small blanket on the ground, laughing and smiling together.

A small blond boy sat with them, chomping down on what could only be an apple.

It was a stark change from the previous vision, but a welcome change.

Then the bright flash returned and again the scene changed.

This time Jaune watched as a man in the very same blocky armor, an Imperial Guardsman he now recognized him as, sprint down a street towards a single little girl.

The moment the Guardsman reached the girl he threw her over his shoulder and began sprinting as fast as his legs could carry him back in the direction he had come.

Other Guardsmen and women stood much further down the long road, some of them yelling for the man to 'run faster' or 'hurry the hell up' and others readying their lasguns for anything

Jaune felt a pit in his stomach form as he watched legions of gunmetal grey skeletal machines march from around a corner, their eyes burning green with hatred as they hefted their large green glowing cannons towards the singular running guardsman.

Jaune reached out in an effort to warn the man, but it was no use, a bright green beam flew down the road and struck the man square in the spine, killing him instantly and causing him to tumble to the ground and drop the girl he was carrying like a sack of bricks.

The skeletal machines continued to advance down the road and fire their hellish green cannons at the remaining Guardsman, none of them having noticed the small weeping girl trapped under the chared corps of the guardsman that had seconds ago been trying his hardest to save her life.

The little girl remained under the guardsman untill the machines advanced close enough for them to notice her, Jaune watched in terror as the machine mercalicly fired into the girl, rending skin from flesh and flesh from bone, leaving behind nothing but a pair of horribly burnt corpses as it advanced with its comrades in search of their next victims.

Jaune hadn't noticed the burning hot tears running down his face untill another bright flash sat him down at in a rather nice chair in an equally nice garden.

In the seat across from him, Jaune spied the old man from before, his eyes were sunken in and he looked far paler than he had before.

The old man let out a heavy sigh before his voice once again echoed through the blond's head, "I am truly sorry, but you need to know the truth, you need to understand the danger that the universe at large is in every single day or you'd never agree to do as I ask."

"Why," Jaune asked softly as tears proceeded to stream down his face, "Why me, why of all people did you choose me?"

"Because you have the potential to become something great my boy." The Emperor said with a sad sigh, "Because I see you doing great things in my name."

"Will I be able to save people from it?" Jaune asked shakily, "Will I be able to spare them from that nightmare?"

The Emperor smiled, "Some of them, but not all."

"Then what do you need me to do?" Jaune asked, his tear-stained face taking up a look of determination, his eyes staring straight at the old man with a mix of burning anger and passion.

"You'll know when the time comes." The Emperor simply stated before letting out a sigh and snapping his fingers, causing Jaune to instantly fall into a deep state of unconsciousness.

"The Emperor Protects, Jaune," The Emperor whispered, "I will be watching over you."

A/N

I've wanted to write a story like this for the past year and a half, but I've been so busy trying to stay with a rigid schedule and thinking 'I can't possibly start another story when I have two other stories to write!' But tonight I say fuck that, If I was to write something by god I'm gonna write it!

Anywho, with that out of the way here's a little something-something that's been on my notepad for quite a while that I decided I'd finally release, I really hope ya'll like it!

Reviews are essential if you want to see more from this story, as reviews tell me where I can improve and whether or not people are actually enjoying the story or not!