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Then

A young man with messy blond hair slowly walked, dragging his feet with each step. Jaune looked down, with a lost look on his face. On his back was a bag, along with his Crocea Mors.

It was a few hours since his and Team CRDL's scuffle in the Forever Fall. But something unexpected happed. While Jaune and Cardin had an understanding, Cardin's team didn't. They assumed Cardin defeated the Ursa, coupled with the fact Jaune 'turned' on them, caused one of them to inform Glynda about the fact.

Jaune looked down, as he continued to slowly walk out of Beacon. He was naturally 'kicked out' as they say. He honestly was blocking everything out. He was just so lost know. He heard Pyrrha's plead with Glynda, saying that it wasn't true, that he was truly meant to be there. But Glynda didn't really believe her word, mostly because Jaune knew he wasn't that good. So the odds of a highly trained warrior spotting him as a fake didn't really surprise him.

Ren and Nora seemed decently confused, especially on how to react. They weren't too vocal on his defense, though he did lie to get into Beacon, so their distrust was validated.

After taking a few steps, Jaune glanced back at the large conglomerate of buildings forming Beacon Academy. He was honestly surprised they didn't just literally throw him out, but then again, what was he but a liar who cheated his way in. 'They probably would have better things to do.' Jaune thought with a sigh, as he glanced down at his feet.

'What would Weiss think…What would Ruby think, when they inevitably fine out?' He thought to himself, before he frowned. 'Weiss would say something horrible and cold…Like I deserve it.' He thought with scowl, as he looked at the ground. '…And then Ruby would look at me with those sad silver eyes, because I lied…I lied to them all!' Jaune thought angrily.

He looked forward and walked. He took a few steps forward and stopped at the bullhead that was ready at the edge of the landing platform. Jaune stopped and looked back at the Academy and sighed sadly.

He was really going to miss Ruby, Pyrrha and his team. Jaune glanced down. 'I'm not really sure if I'll ever see them again…But…I'm sure it's for the best.' He thought, as he turned around and walked into the canopy of the bullhead.

Jaune turned around and looked out the canopy. He tilted his head a bit when he saw some colors moving towards him. He honestly disregarded it, since colors were very common around this time of day. "I ah...I'm ready." Jaune announced, before the tilt-hover engines activated.

As the Bullhead took off, Jaune blinked his eyes and waved his arm around, as rose petals seemed to have fluttered up to the canopy.

Jaune looked down, and saw Ruby standing on the platform with a sad look on her face. "Holy shit…It's you." He said with a sigh, as he looked at her by the bullhead. "…Latter, Crater-Face, it seems my wild ride's been canceled…It seems not everyone has a happy ending." He muttered, as he turned around.

Ruby looked up, as the bullhead flew off, before her team caught up with her. "Ruby!" Yang announced, as she caught up to him.

"…Yang…" Ruby said, as she looked at her sister.

"It'll be fine, Ruby." Yang said, though she really didn't seem too sure about that.

"Hmph, to think that he snuck his way into Beacon! The nerve! I never would've…actually I would." Weiss said with a scowl, causing Blake to glance at her, before she looked apathetic again. "I'm glad he was kicked out! If someone like him snuck his way here, without the proper training…I…I don't know what would happen. Nothing good I assure you." She said.

The sound off footsteps caused them to turn. Team RWBY saw the remaining members of Team JPNR arriving. While Weiss was talking to her team, Pyrrha was looking at the Bullhead.

'How could I have been so selfish?!' Pyrrha thought with a sad look on her face. 'I got so mad at him and gave him the silent treatment because he just wanted to prove he was strong enough to fight alongside us…and I pushed him away.' She thought. '…To think Cardin overheard us and blackmailed him…no wonder he was so distant and depressed…and…I didn't help him.' She thought sadly. "…Now…I'll never see him again." She muttered, as she looked down.

"Good riddance I say, we don't need criminals in the academy!" Weiss stated.

Pyrrha glared at the white haired girl for a moment. "Cut the talk." She said irritated, getting surprised looks from Ren and Nora.

Weiss looked surprised as well. "Why are you upset at me? You of all people should be feeling violated! He lied to you, tricked you." She said seriously.

Pyrrha scowled a bit, before she turned around and began to walk towards Beacon. "Hey! Where are you going?" Nora asked curiously.

"…I'm going to compress some armor…" Pyrrha said with a scowl, as she looked form team CRDL.

An hour or so later, a bullhead docked with one of the landing areas in Vale. Jaune looked out from the canopy, before he sighed. "Thanks for taking me here." He said, causing the pilot to look at him.

"This isn't where you live, Mr. Arc. The bullhead has enough power to take you home." The pilot informed.

"I…" Jaune began, before he sighed and looked down. "…Thank you for taking me here." He said, as he stepped forward and walked off the transport vessel.

Jaune glanced back, as the Bullhead took off and flew off towards Beacon. The young blond looked forward and then down towards his feet, as he began to slowly walk forward. He didn't want to go home. He wasn't sure if he could face his family with what had happened. He lied and snuck his way into Beacon, what could he say to that. How could he defend himself? He wasn't really sure he wanted to see them, to see their faces, knowing he was a disappointment. He could take them being mad at him, but disappointed…he hated the thought of that.

The young teen walked along the sidewalk of the city, with a melancholic look on his face. He just walked, mostly to think about what was going on. Jaune looked up, as he saw rainclouds forming, before thunder boomed and rain began to fall.

He disregarded it as he slowly walked forward again. "I…I…What am I know?" Jaune asked himself unsure, as he looked at his hands.

"I…Why did I want to be a Huntsman?" Jaune asked himself. "To…Be someone, to be a hero…to help people." He said, as he reached up and rubbed the side of his head.

Jaune looked down unsure. "But…I can't be a Huntsman any more…I can't be a hero…" He muttered sadly.

"I can't go home…I can't go to Beacon…I am…what am I?" Jaune asked himself as he looked to his side and looked at his reflection in a shop's glass window.

All he's known or heard of for most of his life was how strong his ancestors were. How much power they had, in a world ravaged by monsters, monsters that kill everyone without distinction. He knew he didn't really know how to fight. Not like the spectacular things he saw Ruby, Weiss, Blake, Yang, Pyrrha, Nora and Ren do. They were all almost impossibly skilled.

And what was he? "…I liar…scum…a villain…" Jaune said with a frown, as he looked at his reflection. "Only a villain would do what I did…" He admitted, thinking badly of himself. "…Someone could've worked hard, trained all their life for a chance at Beacon, and my admission into the Academy could've ruined their chance." He said.

"Ruby, she's so innocent and courageous…She's a Hero. The others, they may be rough around the edges, but they're heroes too. I can't be with them…A villain with a group of heroes, that's crazy." Jaune said to himself.

"…I don't want to be the villain…" Jaune muttered as he looked at his reflection. "…But I can't be the hero now." He added unsure. He was really confused as to what he was going to do now. He can't be a Huntsman now. He was sure no other Academy would even think of accepting him. And well…Every Huntsman was a Hero. "Or was it, every Hero was a Huntsman…It's always been like that." He said to himself.

"I am no Hero…and I don't really want to be the Villain." Jaune said, as he looked at himself in the mirror. "But…what do I do…what can I do?" He asked himself.

"I'm weak…" He said to himself. "…It's because of my weakness that all this happened." He said, as he glared at his reflection. "Then I'll get stronger, I'll become the fastest…I'll strive for something beyond the strongest. That challenging me would be the most ridiculous thought ever, that fighting me would be a sin!" He said with a smirk, before he sighed and looked around.

"…What now?" Jaune asked himself, as he looked unsure.

Now

"Wake up!" A deep acoustic voice instructed, as an armored figure leaned back against some large crates. The being wore MJOLNIR Powered Assault Armor [GEN2], with a Soldier torso, Venator right and left shoulders, Twin-Plated forearms, XG-89 Narrow legs. The helmet of the armored person wore had a cap-like protrusion, along its rim and a beak-like protrusion under the chin, with a thin, slit-shaped midnight black visor. The armor itself had color scheme of a main steel color and orange trim.

The armored being sat up and looked at the person that woke him up, it was another armored being. Like him, he wore MJOLNIR Powered Assault Armor [GEN2], except he had an armor combination of a Locus helmet, Infiltrator torso, Engineer left and right shoulders, and Outer-Plated arms and legs, with a steel and green colored scheme on the armor.

"Ugh, what the hell do you want, Locus?" The steel and orange armored being questioned with annoyance.

"Do I need to remind you that it was because of your need to do things your way, that we almost failed our mission?" Locus questioned seriously. "You said you wanted me to keep you in check, Felix. If you aren't…" He began.

"Yeah, yeah, I don't need to hear you constantly bitching." Felix replied, as he stood up.

"Felix…" Locus said seriously.

"Yeah, I hear you." Felix replied.

"It was because of your constant need to boast that the Reds and Blues got away, it was because of your problem that we have lost our hold on the inhibitions of Chorus. It is obvious that you don't hear!" Locus berated.

"Uh-huh, you are done, Mom?" Felix asked sarcastically, as he walked past his partner.

Locus turned and looked at his fellow Mercenary. "You must remember that this is a partnership." He stated. "Disrespect…" He began, while Felix stopped and sighed.

"Yeah, I get it, Locus." Felix replied. "Partners, equal share…whoo-we're going to have so much fun, working together, dealing with our stupid enemies with the power of teamwork!" He said with fake enthusiasm.

Locus looked at him for almost half a minute, getting a groan from the other Mercenary. "Fine." Felix said through his teeth. "If you're going to be a little girl, and want us to be the BFFs of Chorus, we'll go get them!" He said in an instigating manner.

"…As long as you understand, Felix." Locus said, as he turned around and took a few steps forward, before he stopped. "Control has been requesting face-to-face communications, I'll be setting up a terminal, don't be late." He advised, before he walked off.

Felix stood there for a moment, before he turned around and looked at the metal crates. He sighed, as he leaned forward and put his hands on the metal boxes.

"Ugh, I thought I forgot about that shit." Felix muttered, as he pushed against the metal crate. 'Jaune, Jaune, Jaune…Arc…' He thought to himself with a shake of his head. '…I haven't heard that name in a while.' He thought, as he reached down and picked up his M6H Magnum and attached it on his thigh.

Felix picked up his M395 Designated Marksman Rifle and attached it to the magnetic clamps on the back of his armor. The armored mercenary looked down at the crate, before he looked around to see if there was anyone else around. He reached down and picked up a curved cylindrical object with a symbol on it, the symbol was of two rainbow-like arcs. He put that in a hidden compartment, in the side of his other thigh.

"Um…Sir!" A voice announced, causing Felix to scowl and turn around, looking at one of the Pirates.

"What? If the reason you're annoying me is stupid, I am going to shoot you." Felix stated.

"Um, we found something you might wanna look at." The Pirate said, but he shifted nervously, as Felix reached for his Magnum. "It looks like its alien in origin." He added quickly, causing Felix to tilt his head.

"Oh?" Felix sounded, as he walked past the pirate. "Does it look like a weapon?" He asked curiously.

"No, sir. It looks like some kinda robot thing." The Pirate informed.

"…Does it have a weapon?" Felix questioned.

"Um…It has two disk things." The Pirate said.

Felix closed his eyes and scowled. 'Is everyone here a fucking idiot?' He asked himself. "Does Locus know?" He asked.

"No, Sir. I'm the only one that knows." The Pirate informed.

"Hmm…" Felix said, as he pulled his Mangum off his thigh and shot the Pirate in the back of his head. "…Good to know." He said, before he chuckled and walked away.

Felix walked up towards a silver device, which was on the ground. "Okay, what the fuck are you?" He asked himself, as he knelt down and tapped the silver object.

The object flickered, before several orange lights turned on, with the object floating in the air. The robot had a curving carapace, and had a number of appendages, including what appeared to be legs hanging below the midsection which seemed to stabilize its position. It seemed to have two large disks on both sides and a coiled energy expenditure from within them. Most of these segments on the construct lacked physical joints and are held together by energy fields. Above the midsection was what appeared to be a head with stylized facial features and also had two fins which seemed to act as motion curators to controlled movement.

Felix looked at the robot; it was around four feet in size. "…What the hell?" He asked himself.

"Booting sequence complete. Hello! I am your new Forerunner Promethean Watcher, Designation: Z-13050.4096 Forerunner AI protection drone." The Promethean Watcher said, with its face flickering with each word.

"Ugh, hello?" Felix questioned, as he looked at the AI. "What do you remember?" He asked seriously.

"Yes. Remember what? Are…are you my father?" The Promethean Watcher questioned, as it drifted closer towards the Mercenary.

"Ah, no…Ugh, you're a rob…" Felix began, before the AI gasped.

"Are you god? Am I dead?!" It asked loudly.

"…Yes…" Felix said with a smirk. "…I'm your God. You're new designation is…Colter." He informed. "You will only respond to me and you are a merciless killing machine, ready to kill my enemies." He instructed.

"O-KAY! Thanks for giving me a second chance, Reclaimer. I really appreciate it." The Promethean Watcher; now named Colter said happily.

"Now tell me, what happened?" Felix questioned.

"Oh, well it was a day, kinda like today!" Colter began, before it hummed. "Oh wait! The days don't change! Well anyway, this guy, kinda like you, but all green and more imposing, He ran through here and starting shooting everything, and it was all, Psh-Psh-Pow-Pow!" The AI sounded, as it shuttered a bit. "It shot at me and then everything went black, and I was sure I could see through time!" It announced.

"…Right…" Felix said slowly.

"Can I shoot something now? Or fly around? SOMETHING exciting?!" The Promethean Watcher questioned.

Felix frowned, as he looked at the construct. "…What can you do?" He asked.

The Promethean Watched looked at Felix, before it turned and flew off. "Follow the Soothing sound of my voice!" It announced causing the Mercenary to glare a bit, the robot's voice was loud and high-pitched.

Felix followed the AI before it floated over one of the Gauss Warthogs and a M274 Mongoose. The Promethean Watcher fired a beam of blue light at the two vehicles as well as a few crates, before they were disintegrated down to data and absorbed into its memory.

"You idiot!" Felix said angrily, as he hit the robot. "You just destroyed our transport!" He said.

"Ow!" The Promethean Watcher sounded, as it was it. "You don't have to beat me up. We can talk this through, right?" It asked only to get hit again. "Here, I'll do it for you! 'Hey, Colter, how are you? 'Oh, I'm fine. I kinda wish you wouldn't be me up, though' 'Why' 'Cause it really hurts!' 'You make a good point, Colter, but beating you up makes me feel really good!' 'I know, I know Reclaimer, but it makes me feel really bad!" The AI said, having a conversation with itself. "But, Colter, you're a robot, are you even capable of feeling pain?' 'Well, uh, no, I guess I'm not.' 'So, hitting you makes me feel good and doesn't hurt you. There's no harm in me continuing to do it, right.' …Actually, now that I've talking it all out I think you have the moral high ground here. Hit away!" Colter announced happily.

"…Ugh, you somehow made that seem boring." Felix muttered, as he stepped back and glanced around.

"Oh, won't this be great, Reclaimer! We'll have an epic quest for power, glory and badass weaponry!" Colter announced.

"That…doesn't sound so bad." Felix admitted, as he began walking towards a clearing, where he knew Locus was setting up a terminal.

"Good Job, Reclaimer! Your ability to walk short distances will be our enemies' downfall!" The Promethean Watcher announced.

"…Shut up." Felix instructed.

"Shutting up, Reclaimer." Colter replied. "Hmm-Hmm, Hm-Hm-Hm." The AI hummed.

"Can't you like, shut down?" Felix asked with a tone of anger in his voice.

"Oh, most certainly!" Colter announced, as it floated behind Felix, before it folded upon itself and attached itself to the back of the Mercenary's armor, blending it incredibly well.

Felix sighed as he walked up to Locus, who stood in front of a computer terminal. "…I can't stand this prick." He commented.

"He's our employer." Locus stated.

"Still a prick." He replied.

"Felix." Locus said seriously.

"Whatever, let's just get this over with" Felix said with a sigh.

Locus pressed a button on the terminal, before the screen flickered. "Control, this is Chorus transmitting on a secure feed, over." Locus stated.

"Locus and Felix, I was beginning to wonder if you were purposefully neglecting my transmissions." The Chairman said, looking at the two through the communications message.

"Wha, neglect you?" Felix asked sarcastically. "Hehe, Chairman, please! Never in a million years! We were just…kinda in the middle of something." He informed.

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry, Felix. I know exactly how frustrating it is to be interrupted. Just this morning I met with a client, who was very interested in our new Suppressor submachine guns…" He said mockingly, as he picked up a broken Suppressor. "…until the bloody thing BLEW UP IN HIS HANDS!" He yelled angrily.

"Gosh, you know, we are so sorry to hear that, sir. But it kinda sounds like you should take that up with your science team." Felix replied with a smirk behind his helmet.

"Oh, I did." The Chairman said, as he tossed the weapon away. "In fact, I spoke with the members stationed with you on Chorus. They seem to believe that the colonists and their…heroes…are responsible for the incident. Last I checked, you are responsible for them." He stated.

"We are taking care of the situation." Locus informed.

"Are you? When I hired you, I was promised perfection. I was told that you were the best! Everything we had on your backgrounds and previous missions, told me: You were the right choice! But, here we are." The Chairman stated.

"Sir…" Locus began.

"Is it lack of resources? Are the ships I've redirected to your front door not helpful?! What about the armor enhancements?! Stopping bullets in their tracks! Vanishing into thin air! Are these gifts not good enough for you?!" The Chairman demanded.

"…It's complicated." Felix voiced.

"No, it isn't! In fact, it's remarkably simple! ...Everything I've built... Everything I've worked towards, rests upon a strong foundation. An intricate web of partners, politicians and clients each supporting one another and right now…your thread is straining to support the rest. I think I know what the problems is. I think, it's your motivation. Clearly your monetary compensation isn't enough. So I'd like to try something different. F.I.L.S.S.?" The Chairman announced.

"Yes, Chairman." A synthesized female voice said, before a panel on the floor slide and rose out up, revealing The Meta's Armor.

"Do you have any idea what this is?" the Chairman asked with a smile.

"The armor of Freelancer Agent Maine." Locus stated.

"The Meta." Felix added.

"Not anymore. This is the future of modern warfare. Active camouflage, enhanced strength, light shields. Dr. Church paired each of his Freelancers with specialized equipment, but with our modifications, this suit contains all of them." The Chairman informed.

"I thought that wasn't possible." Felix admitted.

"Not initially. The armor enhancements had to be removed and studied in secret, so that we could create the modified versions you both carry now. The variations reduced power consumption significantly, solving a large portion of the puzzle." He informed.

"But it's still not ready." Locus interjected.

"No, not yet. Individually our new equipment can be activated without AI assistance, but tests have shown that running multiple enhancements proves to be far more taxing on the mind than we anticipated." The Chairman stated.

"So, what? You want us to capture the Epsilon AI?" Felix asked.

"Recovering Freelancer equipment is always a priority, Felix, but the Epsilon unit is far too old to run this suit properly. I'm doing my best to secure an AI through legitimate means, but even with my political influence, the acts of the late Dr. Church have made AI acquisition an extremely difficult process…" He informed, as he turned around and stroke the armor. "…But it's only a matter of time…" He said, before he looked back at the Mercenaries. "…Which brings back to my point. If the two of you can successfully complete your mission before this suit is ready, Charon Industries is willing to lend you the completed model for your own use, as a form of 'field testing'." The Chairman informed.

"Ho ho, become a one-man walking weapon? I like the sound of that!" Felix said with excitement.

"However, if you fail to eliminate the remaining stragglers on Chorus, then we will find another candidate to test the suit. And their first task will be finishing what you started, as well as tying up any loose ends." The Chairman stated. "Do I make myself clear?" He asked with narrowed eyes.

"Crystal/Yes sir." Felix and Locus replied at the same time.

"Good." The Chairman said, before the transmission ended.

"What'd I tell you? Fucking prick." Felix said with a scowl, as he walked away from the terminal, while Locus remained silent. "Hey, let's see what this map led us to." Felix said, as the other Mercenary looked towards him.

"…Right." Locus said, as the two walked onto a ramp, with a big alien temple in a deep forest, with a wide beam shooting upwards.

A few hours later, Felix and Locus met up with one of the scientist, with a Space Pirate serving as an escort.

"What has your team found?" Locus questioned.

"This is... huh well, where do I even begin?" The Scientist asked.

"Well, you could start with what it is." Felix said sarcastically.

"A central hub. Some sort of...device connected to the rest of the temples on the planet, that's our best guess at least, but this energy source in the center is...something else." The Scientist informed.

"Can it be weaponized?" Felix questioned.

"No, no no no no. The energy here is reminiscent of the teleportation devices we studied to make the cubes. We think it's a gateway." The Scientist said.

"To where?" Locus asked.

"Well, that is the question of the day, now isn't it?" The Scientist replied.

"So…Anyone care to take the first step?" Felix asked, as he glanced around.

"I would... not advise that. We've been doing our best to decipher the text inscribed on the temple walls. It's all very biblical in tone. Lots of symbolism, but it does seem this gateway has some... well, rules." He informed.

"Rules?" Locus questioned.

"The text is very specific. 'Only a true warrior may enter; a being of great strength and mental clarity'." The scientist informed.

"And what would happen to a man, who failed these requirements?" Locus asked.

"We don't know." He replied, before Felix turned and kicked the escorting Space Pirate into the beam, vanishing in a flash.

"Guess we'll find out." Felix said, before he glanced at the scientist. "Fifty bucks says, he ain't coming back." He bet.

After a few minutes, the Space Pirate came back out of the beam. "Oh God! I'm back! I'm back!" He announced.

"…Pfft, I guess I owe you fifty bucks." Felix said.

"What happened?" Locus asked, as he looked at the pirate.

"I saw…terrible things…people I've killed." The pirate muttered.

"Oh man, if we're gonna meet every person we've wronged or some bullshit, it's gonna take forever." Felix complained.

"Quiet." Locus said.

"Seriously dude, I'm talking weeks!" Felix insisted.

"Well, aside from his scares his vitals seem perfectly normal." The Scientist informed.

"Then I'm going in." Locus said, as he stepped forward.

"What, now?!" Felix asked loudly.

"We're already low on time. I can get what we came for." Locus stated.

"Oh, bullshit! I know what this is about! Why do you know I'm not the true warrior?" Felix questioned.

"Because you're you." Locus replied.

"Yeah, and being me is awesome!" Felix insisted, only for Locus to stay silent, causing him to sigh. "Alright, look, why don't we both go in and let the giant alien thing decide?" He compromised.

"Fine." Locus said, as he walked towards the beam with Felix.

"Good. Just don't cry to me, when you lose." Felix said.

"I won't." Locus replied, causing Felix to stop and look a t him. "lose, I-I won't lose." He insisted, correcting himself.

"Hehe, Too late, fucked it up." Felix said, as he walked into the beam and vanished in a flash, with Locus following, and teleporting.

Felix looked around and raised an eyebrow. "A…Dining hall?" He asked unsure, as he glanced around, before he looked at a scene.

"Jaune? Are you okay?" a familiar voice said, causing Felix to freeze and turn.

"Agent Carolina?" He said, as he turned and saw a teenage girl with fiery red hair and vivid green eyes, sitting next to a blond boy. "…Ugh, fuck." Felix muttered.

"Huh? Oh, yeah! Why?" Jaune asked, as he looked at the redhead.

"…So pathetic…" Felix said, as he looked at the blond boy.

"It's just that you seem a little…not okay." A girl with black hair with red highlights and silver eyes insisted.

Felix grimaced a bit, as he looked at the girl. "…Not you, Crater face." He said with a sigh.

"Guys, I'm fine. Seriously! Look!" Jaune said, as he held up his thumb and laughed nervously, before he glanced back at a group of four boys messing with a girl with rabbit ears.

"Come on, you know you can lie better." Felix said with a sigh.

"Jaune, Cardin's been picking on you since the first week of school!" Pyrrha stated.

"Who? Cardin Winchester? Nah... He just likes to mess around! You know, practical jokes!" Jaune replied.

"He's a bully." Ruby informed.

"Uck, oh, please! Name one time he's bullied me." Jaune replied, before Ruby and Pyrrha told him about several instances.

"I didn't land far from the school." Jaune stated.

"Jaune, you know if you ever need help, you can just ask." Pyrrha said.

"Oooh!" Nora sounded, with a wide grin. "We'll break his legs!" She announced.

"Guys, really, it's fine! Besides, it's not like he's only a jerk to me; he's a jerk to everyone." Jaune said, before the scene changed.

Felix looked around the black space, before he stepped forward and stopped when he heard an accented voice.

"Listen, Scraggily…" A male voice began, causing Felix to turn and looked at another scene.

There was a teenager with messy blond hair and dark blue eyes, wearing black pants, a black hoodie with an orange interior. He looked out a window, as it rained. A few feet in front of him was a man with a light beard, goatee combo, wearing an all-black suit.

"…Are you listening?" The man asked, causing Jaune to sigh, as he looked at the man.

"Yeah, Crowley." Jaune said with a sigh, as he looked at one of the most nefarious underground crime lords and information brokers in Remnant, as well as being a mentor to the now purposeless teen. And coincidently being a family friend, not that they knew about his more…underground activates. He was the person that helped get him into Beacon after all.

"You obviously don't…" Crowley said, as he picked up a knife and inspected it. "…You wanted me to teach you my ways, to 'guide' you, but the truth is. You still want to be a Huntsman, a hero…" He said with an eye roll. "…Forget it! You don't get anything as a hero, a name yes, but only. And fame is nothing compared to profit." Crowley said, while walking up to the blond teen.

Jaune scowl, as Crowley held the knife up to the blond's throat and smirked. "I know what I am, tell me Scraggly, what exactly are you willing do to, to get what you want. To get a profit, to get your pay?" He asked.

"…Anything." Jaune replied, getting a smirk from Crowley as he stepped back and hit the flat end of the blade against the teen's head.

"You're getting it. Good." Crowley said, as he dropped the knife, with Jaune catching it. Felix gripped his combat knife, as he looked at the scene. "Remember Jaune, in this business, you'll have to be selling sin to saint, it may seem impossible…But everyone has their price." He informed, before the scene vanished.

Felix stood there, before he looked around. "Sure is lonely around here!" A loud, high-pitched voice asked, causing the mercenary to turn and saw the Promethean Watcher floating next to him.

"What the hell are you doing here!?" Felix questioned.

"Oh, I just followed you through the teleporter!" Colter informed.

"Fine, so how do I get the hell out of here?" Felix asked with a scowl behind his helmet.

"Yes. But I do more than get us out of here, Reclaimer! We Promethean Watcher units can be programmed to do anything from open doors to ninja-sassinate highly important Janitory officials!" Colter announced happily.

"Okay, just…Wait, you can do that?" Felix questioned.

"Certainly!" Colter announced. "I once started a revolution myself. There were lots of guns and a lot of dying. You'd think I would have gotten some better benefits out of the whole thing but no, demoted back to a protection system drone!" It add.

"Yeah, just shut up and get us out of here." Felix instructed with a sigh.

"Sure thing, Reclaimer! Aaand We're out of HERE! Have a lovey day, and thank you for asking for me services!" Colter announced, as orange electricity sparked off it, and spread out.

Felix looked around as the entire area sparked with hard-light energy, and the entire visage went crazy. "Whoops! Wrong Button!" Colter announced, before it turned. "…Perhaps it was this one." It added, causing the entire area to shake violently. "…Okay, 'F to the R to the 4 to the G to the WHAT!" The forerunner AI announced, before it turned and drifted closer towards the Mercenary. "Square the I, carry the 1…YES!" Colter said, before it and Felix vanished in a bright flash.

During night, on a large pier, were a ship seemed to be docking. There were several VTOL tiltjet aircrafts, flying close towards a specific spot on the dock.

Orange light seemed to flicker around a flat area of the pier, before it deepened and formed into a swirling Slipspace Translocation. Felix walked out of the Translocation portal with Colter floating over his shoulder.

Felix pulled out his DMR and looked around, noticing he wasn't in the jungle anymore. The sound of a jet engine caused him to turn and look up. "A…Bullhead?" He said unsure.

"Oh yeah, I got us out! Everybody, dance time! Da-da-da-dun-daaa-da-da-da-dun-daaa!" The Promethean Watcher sounded, as it tried to twist and turn in the air.

Felix ignored him as he looked around, and noticed the surrounding view. The city in the distance, the sea, the dark light clouds of the night. He took a breath and smelled the air.

"Oh fuck…I'm back." Felix muttered with a groan.

A loud thud echoed, causing Felix to look up and turn around, before he wished he could facepalm. Another Translocation portal had opened up and Locus had come out of the rift.

"Locus!" Felix said, only for Locus to hold the mercenary at gunpoint, only for the armored man to raise his DMR at him.

"What did you see?!" Locus questioned.

"Calm down, asshole, you're fine. It was an illusion, a trick!" Felix reassured.

"What did you see?" Locus asked again.

"Hmph. Well, if you must know, I didn't see a thing. I passed the test. Turns out I'm a true warrior." Felix replied.

"…What?" Locus asked disbelievingly, lowering his shotgun.

"Kidding." Felix replied, as he lowered his DMR.

"Do you think this is a joke?" Locus questioned seriously.

"No…" Felix said, as he glanced around.

Locus looked around too, before he raised his shotgun and tensed. "…Where are we?" He questioned.

"I think I might know." Felix replied with a sigh, as he stepped forward and looked around.

"How?" Locus asked.

"Call it being fucking awesome." Felix answered. "Follow me. I do not want to cause a scene." He said seriously, getting a slightly surprised response from Locus.

"You're finally learning." Locus commented.

"No…I just know there are things stronger than a Freelancer here." Felix replied, before he and Locus tensed and turned, when they heard a large explosion.

"What was that?" Locus questioned, only to see Felix was heading towards with, with some kinda floating robot following him. 'What is going on?' He thought, as he followed.

Here's a story that actually came to me a few months ago. It was a story idea that seemed really interesting and decided to write it. For those that didn't pick up on it, Jaune is Felix.