Hello, hello, hello. My name is J. Van A, and this is my newest story... something snappy with 'STAR' in it since I haven't given it a name yet when I am writing this.

Anyway, I know some of my readers are currently thinking, 'Why is Van A posting this instead of his other BLZEing story?' And the answer is simple: writer's block. And as my... friend? I don't know. As Kaimi Kreissel puts it simply: writer's block is horrible. So how I counteract writer's block, is to write other things. So basically, humor me in reading this and deciding if it is worth reading, and I will get to BLZEing Remnant as soon as I can.

I did like writing this though since I've played and beaten (except for Skyrim, that game can never truly be finished). So, it may take some time for things to get rolling because I haven't tried starting out a story before initiation.

One last thing before we start, I do not own anything in this fic, not really even the OC characters, well I kinda do, but they are strongly based upon video game characters from the following games: Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic, Dark Souls, Skyrim, and the Gears of War trilogy, because I refuse to recognize 'Judgement' as a legitimate game in the series since it is a Call of Duty game in third person with a Gears of War texture pack.

I do not own RWBY or any of the games mentioned above.

Enjoy

Quiet… that was all Rexan wanted. Quiet was difficult considering the commotion between two girls about ten feet away from him. Attempting to close his eyes for meditation again, it was quickly ruined by the sound of a boy vomiting in a trash can close to him.

"Why did I have to sit here?" Rexan asked himself as he put his feet back down on the floor in the normal sitting position.

"I sat here because of the view," a voice said to him from his right side making him jump a little. Turning to the new voice he saw a girl wearing a black hooded robe with the hood up. "Oh, I'm sorry. Did I mess with your meditation?"

"No, no," Rexan said pinching the bridge of his nose. "My meditation was broken long before you said anything. Rexan, Rexan Ando, but most people call me Rex." He extended his hand out for a handshake which she looked at questionly before shaking it.

"Tiviah Nyte," she replied taking her hand back. "So, judging by your appearance you are a monk, and also the fact you were meditating."

"Well, not really," Rexan said looking at his tunic. Maybe I should go shopping for some civilian clothes. "I just never really needed any extravagant clothing. And though I don't like to make prejudgements, you seem to be a necromancer."

"And you would be correct," she said reaching to her side for her staff to show it to Rexan. "My semblance is very interesting. As long as I use my staff I can raise the dead for a short period of time and I can only raise a few dead."

"Huh, and I'm all about keeping things alive," he replied looking at the crystal in the spiral tip of the staff.

"Well, I am not going around killing things just to use my semblance on them, I think that if we can use the grimm before they deteriorate to fight other grimm, then we might as well. If I was going to exploit my semblance, well I wouldn't be going to Beacon. Anyway, what about you? Why is a monk going to a school for hunters."

"First off, not a monk. Secondly, I am a peacekeeper, and the way I see it, the best way I can be a peacekeeper is to hone my skills at Beacon and then go out into the world and become a peacekeeper," Rexan explained feeling the airship they were riding start to descend.

Tiviah started to chuckle. "A necromancer and a pacifist monk go to a school. Sounds like the start to a bad joke."

"I'm not a monk."

"Are you even going to say anything?" Scott asked the knight sitting across from him at the table that has been sitting there silent for the last three hours. This guy had heavily based their outfit on medieval knights with a black cloth with gold trimming covering his chest. Staring at his knight helmet Scott felt his eye twitch in annoyance. "Well?"

Pulling out his scroll the knight typed a quick message and showed it to Scott. 'My name is Aeron Andraste, from Vacuo. I'm sorry, I've been asleep for a while. And to answer your question: when I wear my helmet I talk a lot less due to the tight space and I don't take it off due to it taking a long time.'

"You were asleep?" he asked the knight.

Quickly typing another message Aeron showed it to Scott. 'Where I am from sleep is rare and precious since we have to be quick on our toes. So I take my chances at sleep whenever I have a chance.'

"So you sat across from me and fell asleep?"

'Basically.'

"Well, you seem like an interesting guy, and we appear to be landing," Scott said standing up from his seat as he felt the airship descend. In his haste to leave he didn't see the message Aeron was typing out for him.

"So, Beacon Academy, here we are Tiviah," Rexan said exiting the ship for a few moments before he was pushed to the side by the vomiting boy from earlier who went to the nearest trashcan. "And that moment is now ruined."

"Well, not everything is like the monastery," Tiviah smirked as she left the ship hitting Rexan's back with the bottom of the staff telling him to keep moving forward.

"I told you, I'm not a monk," Rexan said almost agitated at the necromancer. "Just because I meditate and wear these robes, does not mean I am a monk. These robes consist of a simple black overtunic, undertunic, a pair of pants, and then a hooded robe. They are comfortable and easy to maneuver, and I hardly ever wear the robe. But look at you 'Mrs.-I'm-wearing-a-closed-snuggie'"

"Oh look, the peaceful holy man is getting agitated," Tiviah said poking Rexan's side. "And for the record I am wearing a jumpsuit under these robes for when I decide to take off these robes because I actually like to participate in society rather than living in a temple in the mountains meditating."

"I'm telling you, I'm not a monk," Rexan said before being pushed aside by a buff guy wearing Atlesian armor followed by a shorter knight..

"Move it," the man said in a deep voice instantly scaring Tiviah. Then the man looked over at Rexan for a second and his expression instantly softened. "Oh, sorry. I didn't see you there. I have respect for many of the world's religions, and I didn't mean to offend you. Uhh, namaste," he said as he did a little bow to Rexan before leaving with the shorter knight who simply waved to the laughing necromancer and the now groaning Rexan.

"I'm not a monk!"

"Come on Rex," Tiviah chuckled patting Rexan on the back as she walked past him. "We need to go to the assembly hall for the headmaster's speech."

"Finally, you call me by my name," Rexan said following Tiviah to the building.

"Alright we're finally here," Rex said finding a spot in the auditorium with Tiviah.

"Now if only people were quiet," Tiviah said sending glares across the auditorium towards a group of girls.

"I don't believe it," Rexan said looking at the group of girls Tiviah was glaring at. "The red and yellow ones were the ones who were loud and annoying on the airship."

"Oh great, people just can't be silent for important things like the commencement speech," Tiviah complained as Headmaster Ozpin and Glynda Goodwitch stepped onto the stage.

"I'll...keep this brief," Ozpin began making everyone in the room quiet down. "You have traveled here today in search of knowledge-to hone your craft and acquire new skills-and when you have finished, you plan to dedicate your life to the protection of the people. But I look amongst you, and all I see is wasted energy, in need of purpose-direction. You assume knowledge will free you of this, but your time at this school will prove that knowledge can only carry you so far. It is up to you to take the first step." After he finished Ozpin walked away from the mic and then Goodwitch started her announcement.

"You will gather in the ballroom tonight, tomorrow your initiation begins. Be ready. You're dismissed," she said into the mic then all the students dispersed.

"I don't know about you Tiviah, but I think something is off," Rexan said to the necromancer as they looked around the room.

"Well, what are you going to do?" she asked rolling her eyes. "We're just students here and it's not like we are capable of doing anything. If anything, the headmaster is just thinking about the semester here, or he's thinking about initiation."

"Well, I guess you're right. We can't do anything," Rexan said pulling out his scroll.

"What are you doing?" she asked looking over his shoulder to look at his scroll only to see the image of a swirling red orb.

"I'm doing something," he said tapping the screen three times. "You know, I'm pretty sure a monk wouldn't have anything like this on his scroll."

'Hey, hey! I'm awake already!' the scroll shouted at Rexan slightly causing Tiviah to jump. 'Are we finally at Beacon?'

"Rex, what is that?" Tiviah asked him pointing at the scroll.

'Oh, master. You didn't tell me there was another meatbag here,' the scroll said then the swirling orb spun the other way and the scroll's camera turned on. 'Hello, meatbag. I am HK-47, an AI program that master Rexan created. My purpose here is to provide assistance to master Rexan whenever he requests it to my best ability.'

"You created artificial intelligence?" she asked him somewhat dumbfounded.

"Yeah, well, I had a free summer," Rexan said starting to head in the direction of the ballroom. "HK-47, I need you to hop onto the school's wifi and look for anything unusual. Do not hack into any servers that would set off any red flags. When you're done with that return to my scroll, be done before nine p.m."

'Right away master,' HK-47 said then disappeared from Rexan's scroll. For a split moment every student's scroll flashed red before turning back to normal.

"Is it alright for you to be sending an AI onto the internet?" Tiviah asked him as he placed his scroll back into its pouch on his belt.

"Oh he is fine," Rexan waved her off. "I programmed HK-47 to follow my orders to the letter. He also doesn't like to be anywhere but my scroll. And if for some reason he decides to not obey my orders I made a kill switch on my scroll forcing him to return to my scroll and shut down until I reactivate him."

"But can't he just make a copy of himself and hack into the Atlesian military database and possibly start a nuclear war?"

"No, he wouldn't do that he prefers living on my scroll, if there were more copies they would just crowd up space. He actually likes people, he just calls them meatbags for some reason," Rexan said leaving the building.

"So, is this spot taken?" Rexan asked Scott as he came over to where he was located in the ballroom.

"Huh?" Scott asked looking up at Rexan from his book. "No, you can sleep here. So where is your friend?"

"Huh, Tiviah. She and I split up when we got here since I'm not allowed into the women's bathrooms," Rexan explained looking at his scroll waiting for the red orb to appear. "Oh yeah, my name is Rexan Ando, but most people call me Rex."

"Nice to meet you Rexan. I am Scott Alasdair," Scott greeted him closing his book. "So I am curious, and I don't wish to offend you. But why are you attending a school to train hunters?"

Rexan groaned at that comment confusing Scott. "For the 50th time today, I am not a monk. Sure I may look like it, but I am not. It was just during my training I copied the way my master dressed and followed his ideals. Then some stuff happened and I had a different master, and some more stuff happened and now I am on my own," Rexan explained then his scroll flashed red and HK-47's orb appeared on the screen. Plugging in his headphones he looked over to Scott. "I have to take this. Can you please leave?"

"Alright," Scott said standing up and placing his book down on his sleeping bag. Waving back to Rexan he walked away from him towards the area where other people were congregating.

"Sorry," a feminine voice said to Scott right after it had bumped into him.

"Don't worry about it," he said to her and looked down to see who it was. Initially he didn't recognize her in simple pajamas and a black t-shirt, but he did recognize that pale of skin. "Aren't you the girl who was hanging out with Rexan?"

"Uh, yeah," the girl replied sounding somewhat uncomfortable. "We split up about an hour ago."

"Well, he is seated near the corner listening to his scroll or meditating or something," Scott said pointing to the corner. "But I think he want's to be left alone for a bit. So," he looked around the room for a second, "could you possibly help me find someone?"

"I… I guess," she replied avoiding eye contact with Scott.

"Thanks," Scott said with a smile on his face. "I'm looking for Aeron Andraste, the guy I was walking with earlier. He slipped away around an hour ago. I'm sure if you help me I can find him."

"So, that's it," Rexan said getting into his meditative stance still talking to HK-47. "You couldn't find anything which either means: There's nothing going on, or that something so serious is going on that it is either only in paper form and passed with only a certain few, or that it is secure on the state of the art secure servers Beacon has. HK, I know I programmed you to be able to adapt to hack better, but both of us know you can't access those kinds of files. And even if you tried you'd trip some security program they have installed and it would trace back to me."

'That is true,' HK-47 replied. 'If you would give me access I could possibly conduct my own investigation on the World Wide Web I could attempt to discover any possible leads. But that would require me to hack on to secure servers and possibly trace back to you.'

"Then you already know my answer," Rexan replied unplugging his headphones. Just as he was about to start his meditation there was a large crash on the other side of the room and the sounds of a small fight happening. Opening his eyes in annoyance Rexan glared over in the direction of the small brawl to see the red and yellow girl having a small fight.

Glancing around the room he saw Scott and Tiviah coming over to him with a defeated look on both their faces. Looking over to his left he saw a person fast asleep bundled up in their sleeping bag. Looking closely all he could see was some blonde hair.

Finally closing his eyes, he blocked out the world and was able to meditate.

And there we go. New spiffy story from the Van A brain. It's a little rough but I think it will eventually get better. I may update this chapter every once in a while just to fix any mistakes.

Anyway, I know just how much you guys looooooove vague descriptions of characters revealed in stories so I put down this little character profiles for each for the OC characters:

-Star Wars character (Rexan Ando)

Uses a form of a dust blade that uses energy focused through different dust crystals. Different crystals have different effects. Purple is destruction/fighting grimm, Blue is stun for sparring matches. Some other colors may appear like red or green.

Semblance-force type powers, basically telekinesis where he is not afraid of using it for good and bad deeds. (I might have him able to do certain things if he's in certain moods like the mind control, or shooting lightning out of his hands if he's angry (but I may not decide to do that since he'd probably be overpowered))

Outfit-Basically dark jedi robes (If you've played Knights of the Old Republic, you know exactly what I'm talking about (if not, think of Obi-Wan's outfit but black with a white undertunic)), with a holster for his 'beam saber' and another one for his blaster (Lasers!).

Appearance-blue eyes, and has dark brown hair.

*Dunn DUUN da da da dun duun*

-Dark Souls character (Aeron Andraste)

Uses a large black greatsword in both hands and has a secondary katana in the right hand and a dust infused pyromancy glove in the other. Does dodge roll a lot. And has a shield that is carried on the back.

Semblance-if Aeron runs out of aura they can turn into mist and return to the last homefire (home base?) they rested at.

Outfit-red and gold elite knight armor (If you've played, or actually if you haven't, you should know what this armor is. It's in the trailers for dark souls)

Appearance-working on it

-Gears of War character (Scott Alasdair)

Battle hardened soldier. Uses a machine gun with a chainsaw on bottom (AKA Lancer). Carries a shotgun (Gnasher) on his back along with a pistol on his belt (snub nose).

Semblance-able to regenerate aura faster than normal allowing him to heal more often during battle.

Outfit- black sleeveless atlesian armor. Do rag with the Atas symbol on it.

Appearance-short trimmed black hair, blue eyes, muscular build.

-Skyrim-ish character (Tiviah Nyte)

Necromancer who is silent and 'dark.' Uses a staff as the main weapon and has a dagger. Is skilled in quick kills.

Semblance-When using the staff as a catalyst, she can reanimate a certain number dead bodies it touches to create loyal zombies for a short period of time.

Outfit-Hooded Black robes with a skull on the back (Necromancer robes w/ skull on back and in better quality), under the robes is a black jumpsuit. Has a satchel across shoulder holding several types of healing dust.

Appearance-Pale Complexion, Emerald green eyes, shoulder length black hair, and has a scrawny physique.

There we go. That is basically all you need as a description. I will occasionally reference certain things from each of the games like, HK-47, or some enemy names like Locusts, Falmer, or even some bigger things like dragons or Rancor.

Either way, I hope you guys enjoyed reading this as I enjoyed writing it. I probably will eventually make this my main story after I finish the breach arc of A BLZEing Remnant.

Well, thanks for reading, and special thanks to Kaimi Kreissel who listened to my ramblings when I didn't have a fully functional brain.

Have a good night,

-J. Van A