I come with great promise!

I intend to make this a weekly thing, along with another fic I adopted from another guy.

This fic here will be uploaded every Sunday (in my time zone, anyhow) and the other will be uploaded every Saturday.

Need to get some discipline back in some way, no?

Besides, this should really get me back insetad of saying "Nah, maybe later."

Also, quality should be higher, considering I'm giving myself some more time.

Without further ado, enjoy!

Family Visits

Chapter 1: Big Red One

It was a nice day at Beacon. Birds were singing, Grimm were in the Emerald Forest doing who-knows-what and Class was over for the first half of the day.

Team JNPR were headed to their dorm after the strenuous mental activity that was following what Oobleck taught at the time. Jaune would have liked to give up on following along, as Remnant's history wasn't his strong suit anyhow, but the counter argument could be made that that was exactly why he should pay attention.

"Man, today was brutal, too," the blonde sighed.

"I agree, Fearless Leader," chirped Nora, somewhat lacking in her usual volume and liveliness. "I don't think I got anything he talked about."

"Then we should review it all today in the evening," Pyrrha suggested, ever intent on keeping them all up to date, even if she questioned the sense it made to teach history in Beacon Academy.

Hums of agreement uttered, reluctant but knowing the importance of their grades. Jaune might have been trailing behind, but he was catching up. Though it was astounding just how little he seemed to know at the start of the semester. Was he sheltered, was one of his teammates' questions back then. The blonde dork knight hadn't known about Aura, according to Pyrrha, didn't know a thing about Dust and seemed weirdly unfamiliar with sword and shield. Ren asked himself, more than once, if Jaune was actually trained. He wouldn't have disparaged him if he wasn't; few could've intuitively handled a Deathstalker like their leader had, coming up with a solid strategy on the fly and even deflecting a pincer at one point, which was not an easy feat.

Still, such thoughts were kept to oneself as they approached their dorm to change in proper gear for combat class, which would take place after lunchtime. Nora needed her pancakes for fuel, intent to crush any opposition as always, and the others felt rather peckish themselves. All thoughts of their meal would disappear, however, as they entered to do what they had to.

For within their room stood something entirely new, alien to three of the four. A gigantic box of what seemed to be ceramics, dotted with various runes and signs that unsettled them at a mere glance. Though none were so dismayed or outright shocked than their leader.

"Oh crap, no," he muttered. "Guys..."

"Jaune?" Pyrrha caught on. "Do you know what that is?"

Her dearest partner swallowed. "I do, but it shouldn't be here, so why-"

Without a word of warning, the box burst open, its heavy sides falling down on the floor with a dull thud, revealing a sight most intimidating.

Crouched within the peculiar box, now rising to full height, was a colossal man with red skin and striking red mane. His cuirass bore two large tusks that had Ren recoil slightly in primal fear of getting an eye poked out as the man turned around, an ornate loincloth swishing with the motion. One single eye, the other shut forever, its lid not even visible, stared at the four.

"Hmmm…," the ten-foot giant rumbled, blinking once, twice. The youngsters in the room gaped and shook at the sound and sight of the cyclopean colossus. That is, until Jaune spoke up.

"Uncle Magnus?" His voice held the same disbelief his teammates now felt. This giant was his uncle?!

"Oh?" The crimson one blinked again before fixating his one eye on the blonde, right before his face lit up in a smile. "Oh, Jaune! So it did work!"

"Worked?!" his nephew squeaked. "What do you- why are you even here?! How did you find 'here'?!"

"Rude." Magnus stretched a bit with an amused glint in his eye, even if he pulled a humorous-looking frown. "Is this how you greet your dear old uncle after you just absconded onto a maiden world without a word to all of us?"

"I had my reasons." The more the two talked, the more confused NPR became. What was all this and why was it happening? "I want to be my own man, you know..."

Magnus sighed with a well-meaning smile. "I am aware, Jaune. Still, you had us worried. Even your father was scared. He said as much when your mother ended up telling us her role in this."

"Oh come on!" yelled the young man in exasperation. "And dad being worried about me? That's a first!"

The crimson man laughed at that. "Like your grandfather, Roboute has difficulties with showing his affection for his family. A nobleman to the core." An amused shake of the head that had the red mane bob around punctuated the statement while his nephew was still frowning and the others in the room still very confused.

"Jauney?" Nora decided to do something about that. "Why are you calling the big spooky red man your uncle?"

A wince went through his whole body at the question before Jaune slumped forward. "Okay," he sighed. "Fine. Guys, this is my uncle, Magnus the Red."

The man in question waved his hand at the teens. "Feel free to just call me Magnus. Sure, your majesty could also do, but you're friends of my nephew, so-"

The word 'majesty' set Nora off, who clung to the horns on the breastplate in a flash, getting in Magnus' face. "You're a king?! Is Jaune a prince? Is he prince of the castle? Can I have a castle, too, and call myself queen?" Questions a mile a minute burst forth, which were put to a stop by a muscular arm grabbing her, yanking her away. Magnus stared at the hammer wielder, his one eye narrowed in suspicion as Nora stared back like a deer in headlights.

"Do you intend to use my nephew for your own ends?" was the counter-question, the light baritone holding a timbre of anger within.

"Nope. I just want to be queen of the castle and invite Jauney over regularly, so he can see how good a queen of the castle I am, 'cause I'll be the best queen of the castle!"

Nora's reply had Magnus blinking once again, this time in bewilderment instead of disorientation. Ren noted Jaune's tense posture slumping like some immense weight was lifted off his shoulders.

"As for your other questions," the leader spoke again with a soft voice. His uncle set Nora to the ground carefully. "Yes, I am a prince, but not to where my uncle is from."

Pyrrha looked even more confused than before, though that expression would soon turn into one of utter surprise and bewilderment as Magnus carried on.

"Indeed. He is the trueborn son of Roboute Guilliman of Macragge, heir to Ultramar and prince of the Imperium of Man. Before you stands Jaune Arc Guilliman, the Light of Tomorrow, as he was dubbed by none other than my father, the Emperor of Mankind."

Time for lunch came and went and all assembled for combat class. All, that is, except for a certain team.

"Where are they?" Ruby thought out loud. "They're usually always on time."

"Perhaps that dunce Arc held them back," Weiss sniped, as usual, against the leader of team JNPR, her disdain for him known to all. "What else is new?"

"Don't you think that's too mean, Weiss-cream?" Yang defended her fellow blonde, one eyebrow raised at the heiress. Jaune was fun to tease, sure, but the brawler wouldn't stand for blatant bullying of people who couldn't even defend themselves at the moment.

Blake spoke up next. "None of them were in the cafeteria, meaning whatever it is is serious enough for Nora to miss her pancakes."

"Perhaps," the white-haired little lady conceded. "My point still stands, however. He is holding them back."

"Nope," noped Ruby. "Jaune is their strategist slash tactician. Without him they would only be half as effective as a team." She smiled at her partner. "Trust his fellow team leader on that."

Weiss could only huff in annoyance, but would speak no more for now. Finally, as if they had been summoned by the talk, the team appeared.

Pyrrha, Nora and Ren looked like they couldn't quite believe reality right now, even if the bomber among them held a giddiness in her expression. Jaune trotted behind them, looking defeated and exhausted about something.

Right before Weiss could even huff about him, that something appeared in the room right behind the team. A gigantic red-skinned man awkwardly pressed himself through the doors of the classroom, looking dismayed and grumbling to himself.

"What is that?!" the heiress shrieked as others murmured and balked at the giant among them, who towered even over the tallest among them. The crimson colossus' eye caught hers and she was perfectly still, shivering in fear.

"Um, hello everyone?" Jaune spoke up, shaking even Glynda Goodwitch out of her own stupor. "This is my uncle, Magnus. Uncle Magnus, my classmates. Please be nice."

"What do you take me for?" the giant complained. "I represent all of Prospero, of course I will be on my best behavior!"

"Planets," mumbled Pyrrha, heard only by the faunus in the room. "Millions."

"Heir to planets," whispered Ren as he swayed on the spot.
"Many big dakka and boom," Nora sighed dreamily.

Miss Goodwitch decided to retake control then and there. "Very well. Mr...Magnus, would you mind standing? I fear we have no seat big enough to accommodate for your, um..."

"I get it, I don't mind," the man waved off, trotting to the side of the room. Several sets of eyes followed, still in stunned disbelief.

Yang woke first from the silence among the students. "Okay, so a guy in barbarian armor walked in here and he is Vomit Boy's uncle. Did I get that right so far?"
"Mostly," Blake replied, sounding utterly bewildered. "The others mumbles things...it makes no sense, but..."

"Silence." All chatter ceased, as none dared to interrupt the good witch. Magnus took note with an amused glint, as his eye wandered fondly to his nephew, who buried his head in his hands.

'Well, that reaction from his friends makes sense. I'm just glad they're not like the others from back then.'

"The first bout will be decided at random," Goodwitch declared as the symbols on the big screen above the ring span. Fascination and curiosity spread on Magnus' expression as he stared at the odd tech. It looked like technology lost to the Imperium of Man, but…

Oh, the visit to this planet would be well worth it!

See, Magnus had informed Jaune what exactly he had to look forward to…

"All of them?!"

"All of them, even Konrad Curze."
"Uncle Konrad? But-"

"He just finished."

"And uncle Angron?"

"Currently mopping up on Nuceria."

"...oh. But why would he cut that short?"

"He isn't. Anyway-"

"Do they know?"

"Who? Oh, them! No, we made sure of that."

"What are you two talking about?!" Nora yelled, finally having enough.

"My uncles are coming to visit," mumbled her leader. "All 17 of them, uncle Magnus included. Well, 18 if you count-"

"And who is not supposed to know?" Pyrrha asked, worried.

"My sisters. Well, cousins and a sister by technicality, but still.

Ren dreaded the answer. "How many are there, actually? You said seven when we asked, but..."

"Seven?" Magnus laughed. "Oh dear. No, there is one daughter for each of us, me included. Add to that Jaune's trueborn elder sister who also lives on this planet, and-"

"20." Ren shook. "Twenty of them."

"Indeed."

"Hold on!" Pyrrha interjected because something in the wording bothered her. "What do you mean by trueborn?"

As Magnus winced, Jaune sighed. "Technically, Saphron and I excluded, the others have no mom."

"Mr Seahorse?" Nora asked with the innocence of a child.

"No. They were gene-engineered, made of our genes and cultivated. They are the result of the progenitor project, to create a lasting dynasty for the Imperium at large," Magnus finished with a sigh. "They are still legitimate daughters of ours and princesses of the Imperium, but they started to refer to Jaune and Saphron as such, as a distinction."

All these big words made their heads spin round and round. "You can clone- I- what?" Ren struggled with everything.

"One thing at a time, okay?" the red giant tried. "You already learned a lot, and what I just told you is common knowledge among the Imperium. Trust me, our daughters do not mind the moniker of 'vat-born'."

"They just say that they're perfect whenever some asshat questions the legitimacy," grumbled the brother to 20 women, calming a little by getting aggravated from past slights. Then his eyes tore open.

"We're late for class!"

With that, they had ventured back to some semblance of sense in their lives. Still, Pyrrha's head was spinning. Her partner had been a prince from space the whole time! It made so much sense the more she thought about it! How he didn't know about Dust, how he struggled with history, his radiant expressions, his golden hair, his kissable lips-

He was royalty! She was in love with a prince! Sure, it didn't change how she felt for him, and she felt he had a reason for keeping it secret – apart from, you know, it sounding so outlandish that she wouldn't have believed it were it not for the ten-foot tall red man next to him cheerfully showing off a hologram of a massive spaceship.

"By the way, uncle Magnus, how did you get here?"
"Teleportarium."

"Mister Arc and Mister Thrush, please retrieve your weapons and come to the arena."

"Wait." The giant in the room made himself known, as if he needed to do so even more. "With what weapon?"

"Crocea Mors, uncle Magnus," Jaune gritted out. His uncle just tilted his head to the side.

"Is that what you call your chainsword?"

"No, I'm using a depleted power sword with an extendable shield that was in the hands of Konor before." His explanation was rushed.

"You couldn't find it, could you?" his uncle quipped back.

"It would've been too out of place!"

"Mr Arc." The ice-cold voice of the good witch cut through the conversation. "As much as I would inquire about your actual weapon, which you seem to have misplaced before applying to this academy, retrieve your weapon at once."

"Now hold on, let me-" Magnus mumbled as he seemed to slump a little, closing his eye. He woke all too soon from whatever he planned as a rumble could be heard and felt in the classroom.

"What was that?" The question of a startled student was answered swiftly by a joyous laugh coming from an accented voice.

"Oh ho ho! Jauney, where are you? It is me, your uncle Vulkan!"

"Emperor damn it," mumbled the space prince in exasperation as the classroom erupted in whispers and mumbles once more.

"Already?" Magnus mumbled in surprise. "Well, glad he's here, maybe he has a spare..."

Some additions for those mildly confused:

Salem will not exist in this AU and neither will the Fall; no Grimdark allowed here! Mostly because I suck at writing it.

Terminology

Maiden World: A world terraformed back to life ages ago.

Teleportarium: The Warhammer way of saying teleporter.