A/N: Hey guys! It's me, IU13 with a little project that I thought up while playing The Division. By the way, this is a really good game. I know that sounds pretty generic, but the game is just... wow. A few friends of mine from the game Destiny say that The Division is what Destiny was supposed to be. Anyway, enough talk about games! Tell me if you guys want to continue this and I shall!

Enjoy!

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The Division.

It had been nagging at him ever since he enlisted at the age of 15. The RNG, (Remnant National Government), wanted sleeper agents embedded even further into society. So what better way than to use teenagers?

Jaune Arc was one such teen.

The days at the training camp had been hellish, yet he had persevered. For the sake of his dream: to protect. Although now, his dream has altered just slightly. To protect those that can't protect themselves, or die trying. His days at camp had introduced him to many continuous hours of strain, stress, and pain. Along with the physical challenges, came the mental ones. Whispers from his fellow trainees about what they would face if, and when, they were activated. The things Jaune had learned from their words changed his view of the world drastically.

Of course, he still considered himself an optimist, but he also knew the bad side of the world as well. He knew how evil the world could be. So he vowed to prevent that. He passed boot camp with flying colors. With his smaller stature, he was just the tiniest bit more agile, and it helped that he was a quick thinker, often praised for his fast decision making skills. Education had of course been provided for him, along with everyone around his age bracket. He studied hard in tactics, trained for physicals, and pushed himself to the limit for the combat simulation.

Jaune was so enveloped with The Division, that he was confused on what to do with his life after he ended training. Training lasted two years, and in those two years, Jaune had made little to no contact with the outside world. Lost in possibilities, Jaune travelled to Vacuo, where his family lived.

His family had welcomed him back with wide and open arms. He spent seven months in Vacuo, before he left for Vale to begin school as an official huntsman. Unfortunately, Jaune had no formal education, and therefor could not enroll in Beacon, the number one hunter university on Remnant. To solve this, Jaune had forged his transcripts, and got accepted into Beacon.

Jaune's next problem presented itself as soon as the Bullhead came into view. He would have to blend in with the crowd. Of course, a soldier-esque presence would undoubtedly trouble a few students, Jaune had to put up an act.

He would have to be weak. And so...

Weak did he become.

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Beacon Adcademy:

Jaune wiped a small drop of blood that was forming on the corner of his lip when Ms. Goodwitch called the match. "Enoug!" she cried, "Mr. Arc, I advise next time that you be wary of your aura consumption." Jaune gave a small nod.

Ms. Goodwitch returned the gesture before turning to Jaune's opponent, Cardin Winchester.

"And you, Mr. Winchester. Overkill is not a wise action, seeing as the wasted energy could be instead utilized for something more useful." Ms. Goodwitch reprimanded.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. I got my aura to give me more energy when I need it." Cardin uncaringly replied.

Ms. Goodwitch's eyebrow twitches. "And is your aura unlimited? What if you are in a situation in which your aura reserves are low? Would you still be able to continue on?" She asks, a victorious smirk flashing across her face before vanishing when Cardin remained silent.

Suddenly, the bell rang, signaling the end of class.

"Class dismissed!"

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Beacon Academy, Cafeteria:

Jaune was currently sitting with his teammates while looking at the TV screen which displayed a crashed Bullhead with the words 'No More Pain' spray painted across the side of the burnt surface. Jaune's gaze steadily drifted down to his left wrist, where a black and orange themed watch rested beneath his sleeve, hidden from the world.

The first semester was already coming to a close, and Jaune had successfully created the image of a weak boy trying to be someone he isn't. But now... the chance of him being 'activated' was at an all time high. Recently, faunas gangs have been branching off from the White Fang, while faunas criminals are using equality as a false front to commit crime.

With all of that in mind, Jaune couldn't help but be on edge for the past week. He was both excited and afraid. Excited that he would see some action and actually utilize his training, and afraid because he didn't want to make his friends worry. He looked to his left, where all of his friends sat around the lunch table.

Yang was teasing Ruby about something, causing her to go as red as her cloak. Weiss was discussing the homework with Blake, who was nonchalantly reading a book. Pyrrha and Ren were both struggling to keep Nora from running to the lunch line to get more pancakes, seeing as she had already polished off five plates without even trying.

He didn't want to leave them. And on the off chance that they see him while he's working, he didn't want to feel guilty for lying to them should they confront him about it his training. He glanced down at his watch again, and to his shock and slight horror, the rim was glowing orange.

Jaune stood up, causing both teams (J)NPR and RWBY to look at him. "Jaune? Where are you going?" Pyrrha asked. The others nodded along with her question.

Jaune gave her a smile. "I just got a call from Headmaster Ozpin. I'll be fine." He replied. At this, Pyrrha began to stand up.

"Then I should go too. As second-in-command I should be there with my commander." Pyrrha stated. Jaune shook his head in response.

"No, Pyrrha. I appreciate it, but I've gotta go alone. Sucks, I know. But trust me! There'll still be plenty more Jaune to pass around!" He joked. This caused the whole table to look at him dryly. "R-Right... Well, I've gotta go now. I'll see you l-, uh, later."

And with that, Jaune walked away from the table. However, as he was doing so, Ruby noticed that his sleeve had hiked up just a tiny bit, but it was enough to reveal the glowing orange watch on his left wrist. As soon as Jaune was out of earshot, Ruby told the others.

"Hey, uh, guys? When did Jaune have a watch?" She asked the table. The others looked around in confusion. Team (J)NPR looked at Ruby in surprise.

"What brought this up?" Pyrrha asked her. Ruby pointed to the door that Jaune had just walked out of.

"Jaune had a glowing orange watch on his hand! I noticed it when he walked out of the door. It looked so cool!"

Blake put down her book and sighed. "I noticed the watch, but only today. A few minutes before he left, actually. It wasn't glowing, at the time at least. Jaune seemed to be glancing on it back and forth. Then, it just started glowing, and that's when he stood up." Blake informed the table. Pyrrha was worried. Same could be said for Nora, Ren and team RWBY.

"You don't think Jaune's gotten himself into something that'll get him in trouble, do you?" Yang asked. The others seemed to ponder that. Now it was Ren's turn to speak.

"I also noticed that Jaune was a little... tense, this past week. It might be plausible that Jaune has gotten mixed in with something. I'm surprised that you didn't notice it Pyrrha."

Pyrrha seemed lost in her own mind. Jaune's been hiding something? From her? His own partner? She was there to support him, and yet, he's holding in his secrets. Granted that, yes, Pyrrha also has secrets of her own, but they're not major at all. However, that watch that Ruby noticed seemed to, open a new perspective of Jaune. His secretive side.

"Jaune, please, be safe." Pyrrha murmured.

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Team JNPR dorm:

Jaune went into the closet. He dug behind all of the pills of clothes and finally pulled out a green back back pack. It was a sling pack, with a single grey and orange device on the strap, along with a few pouches. He looked at the time on his watch. He had five minutes to get prepared. He discarded his uniform and donned his hoodie and faded jeans. He wouldn't need his armor, now that he wouldn't have to keep up the act. He slipped on a pair of military-issue boots, along with a basic black baseball cap.

Jaune looked at the time again. Two minutes until team JNPR would return from lunch. He opened his back pack and found the his Covert SRS and his AUG Para 3x. He also found his M45A1 already holstered. He slipped on his back pack and secured all of his weapons before going to the window, and opening it. Everyone should still be at lunch, and the windows in the lunch room all faced the back of the campus, so he looked out to Beacon's front entrance. He'd be exposed, but he hoped people would just assume that he was on a mission, which he technically was.

He climbed onto the ledge of the window, and prepared to jump. It was a 10-foot drop, so it wouldn't hurt unless he didn't roll. Just as he was about to jump, he heard he door open.

'Oh sh**' Jaune thought, and quickly jumped. He heard Pyrrha calling his name, but ignored it as he ran to the port. He quickly reached back into his pack, and pulled out a silver canister that had a cord on the bottom. He slid off his backpack while still running and secured the canister to the front of the pack, using a steel clip, and slipped his pack on again. He ran full speed to the edge of the port before he jumped off.

Jaune turned around as he fell. Looking up at the port. He saw Pyrrha looking down at him. He turned away, not wanting to see her eyes. He thought of what emotions her eyes would've shown him. Betrayal? Hurt? Worry? Fear? He didn't know, and frankly, nor did he want to. But he paid no mind to that now. The ground was steadily growing closer, and a few seconds later, Jaune pulled the cord on the canister, releasing an all black parachute.

As soon as he landed on the top of a skyscraper, Jaune pulled the cord again, reeling the parachute back in. After putting the canister away, back in his pack, Jaune put on e rest of his gear. Gloves, knee pads and an armored vest were secured to his person, before he pulled out his AUG. He primed the gun before looking out over the city below. The streets were nearly empty, the occasional civilian walking along the sidewalk. Most of Vale's population was likely frightened by the gangs roaming the streets, and for the right reason. He was here to make sure that these people were unharmed. He walked to the rooftop entrance and began descending down the stairs.

He had a job to do.

A/N: Alright guys! How was that? This was just a little something nagging at me and I wanted to see if you guys would like it! Alrighty guys, this IU13, over and out!