By the request of one reader and because I'm bored shooting either (Zombie) Nazis, Cavemen, Rogues or anything to shite, I decided to put myself to work. As for the time being, I got no better way to spent my twenty fourth of December either. And because I want to do some work this week.

As for this story, the original content isn't new. I have used the Hackers before but not in this fandom. They come from Infinite Stratos but because my brain just refused to shut up, I put the first chapter online to get rid of the frustration.

This is a bit tweaked to answer on the Guest Review of chapter 1. Sue me for being an Arkos fan but I am not going to stop to ship those two. Even Pyrrha gone in the canon series. I'll continue to support this ship in countless of fan works.

It's immature not to let her go but I can't. And from what I have seen of Volume 4, they're really disappointing me. Compared to the post Volume 3 fics, RoosterTeeth latest work is nowhere near impressive.

Not just Pyrrha but the whole damn story. Just my opinion. And hey, I made a fic to help deal with my mood.

I also got reminded that you can find literary everything on the internet. I found a metal band playing a famous classical piece. Make a wild guess in the reviews?

And without further ado, let's begin.

Jaune tried to open his eyes. With the emphasis on tried. He was so damn tired, he so wanted to fall asleep again. But he couldn't. Something told him to wake up. Something demanded him to wake up.

He closed his eyes, his brain hurting as he tried to remember the last hours. It came back. It all came back. He had seen the destruction of Beacon, the fight of Penny and Pyrrha, the Vault.

Wait? Pyrrha? That girl? She went up to her doom. And he was in a locker? And he crashed.

It all came back. Jaune had crashed in another place. Somewhere that wasn't even close to home. And he fought and won.

He sat up, straight like a bolt. He had felt the power through his veins and the man. The man that helped him out the locker. The man.

He told him that from now on, Jaune belonged to him.

"Ah, you're finally up?" Jaune ears, sharp like any other sense by any other hours of training, took the sound and he turned to see a young boy. He was dressed in a black sweater with some logo, the zipper was open, revealing a red shirt and he wore a jeans much like Jaune.

The knight estimated him to be around twelve or thirteen. Like the man, he had dark blond hair. It wasn't the same color as his own hair. Jaune's hair more leaned to blond like all of his family. But there were other parts where Jaune found differences. The body of the boy was more leaner built than his own, not meant for fighting straight up.

But even so, due to Pyrrha's strong training, he also picked up that despite the young age, the boy could hand his butt to him. He didn't see any weapons the boy carried which was weird given that he gave an all warrior aura around him.

Jaune looked up in the eyes of the boy. Those were green grey, small orbs unlike his blue, serious, a bit impatient but also understanding.

Jaune found this was the best time to answer.

"Yeah, how long was I out?" The boy smiled. "Five days, well, I guess you could expect that. Initiating and using our powers, well, I'm surprised you didn't drop dead on our feet after bro got you back." The young boy had moved to Jaune's bed.

Where the young man's mouth had fallen open. He rarely heard someone speaking like that. And especially something so young of an age. "Well, then. Can you tell me your name?" Jaune asked, he grew hesitant of the way the boy spoke.

"Sure. My name is Anaton. Anaton Orlejov. I know, it's a weird name for a Flemish boy but our ancestors hailed from Russia before stopping here. Our name is the last thing from our roots. We're Belgians for the rest."

"Flemish? Belgian? Russia? What are you talking about?" Anaton looked him in the eyes like he viewed an idiot but he soon remembered this man was not from Earth.

"Get dressed. Your answers can come later." Jaune wasn't sure what he meant before realizing he was naked. He blushed for a sec and covered himself.

"Why are you? Never mind, I'll be outside." The boy left the simple room and Jaune got out of bed. Memories of the last night came back. The fight, the deal, the portal. Jaune was sure.

He had saved Pyrrha from someone who had been trying to kill her. And he succeeded. But still, that deal. He had no idea.

He had just thrown himself in it. Stupid if he thought about it.

But for Jaune, his word still stood. An Arc never goes back on his word.

He couldn't find his hoodie or jeans but found suitable replacements. A sweater similar to the boy's and a jeans. Jaune quickly dressed himself and walked out the door. The young boy stood outside, looking over the new outfit.

"Clothes look good on you." The young boy told the man.

Jaune wasn't really feeling normal. Unlike his normal one, the hoodie felt like it wasn't meant for casual events.

"Don't worry about your clothes. We washed the normal ones and we put your armor away but because we ain't got some monsters at our tail the whole time, we can wear normal clothes."

Jaune puzzled look was worth a picture.

"What do you mean?" The boy scratched his head, Jaune looking down at the head.

"How do you call them? Grimm or something like that. Well, we don't have that crap." Jaune's eyes felt like they have left his sockets.

"No Grimm." The boy nodded.

"Yeah. Nothing like that. Not just here but everywhere. But before we continue, I'll bring to the one you need to see." Jaune followed the young boy. He was barely up for thirty minutes, his brain couldn't dealt with it.

Well, everything better than to have lost Pyrrha.

When the Hunter looked up to the sights, he noticed the language.

It was written in something he couldn't understand. Or not just understand. It was English but at the same time, it had too many mistakes. Jaune tried to translate it but found his head hurting.

"Don't try." He looked to his companion.

"You try to translate it to English. Don't bother. Flemish or Dutch, whatever you want is one of the hardest languages to learn. Don't worry, with your English you should be safe around here." Jaune decided to wait. They ended up at a door.

A very large, wooden door.

Jaune gulped but Anaton gave him a punch.

"Don't worry, the man you're seeing isn't really scary. He and I will help you out." The boy knocked.

"Ja." The voice, it brought back memories.

My name is Kerlongsj Evert Orlejov. I'm the fourth leader of the legal hacker faction and the active leader of the Belgian Nanite Hackers. My soldiers call me the Flemish Devil. And from this day, you are one of my hackers.

That was the same man who had spoken and brought him here. He must be strong in that case.

"Broer, hij is hier. Maar ik denk dat hij een hele hoop vragen heft die jij moet beantwoorden. (Bro, I brought the guy. But I think he got a ton of questions and you need to answer those)."

An audible sigh could be heard.

"Wel, dat was te verwachten. Blijf in de buurt, joch. Ik ga je nodig hebben. (Well, that was to be expected. Stay around kid, I'm gonna need you.)"

Jaune followed the boy and saw the man sitting. Unlike himself or Anaton, the man wore a shirt. His pants were under the desk. He smiled when Anaton and Jaune walked in.

"Dank je, kid. (Thanks, kid)." Anaton gave the man a fist bump before taking a seat.

"Anaton, I think it's best we speak English. It's a good exercise for you and language isn't something we're going to teach him. Course, we need to teach him. But that can wait."

Anaton groaned on the order, making Jaune a bit unnerved on the display. "What are you waiting for, boy? Take a seat unless you like standing up." Jaune looked around before taking his place.

"Well, then. Jaune, is your name right?" He nodded.

"Good, my name is Kerlongsj and this boy is Anaton. My little brother. And hereby, I welcome in my group."

"Group?" Jaune wondered.

"Yeah. You're my soldier. You are mine to command. But that's for later. Right now, Jaune, let me tell you something. One. You're no longer on Remnant. You're on Earth. It would make it very long to explain but you're no longer near your world. You're in another world. Another universe. I brought you here and well, we can talk things out. But before you ask, the girls we saw, Pyrrha and Ruby, I see by your reaction those are close to you, are completely fine. Pyrrha is hurt pretty badly but with everything, she should survive. But that's no longer our concern. You have to worry about other things. I think it's easier you ask questions."

Jaune tried to process all what he said but tried to go with what the man first said.

"I am your soldier?" Kerlongsj nodded.

"Yeah but don't worry. Given that you were a Huntsman, you aren't for real soldiers or army work. Which is fine. You aren't my freelancer. Hell, even the engineers working in the basement I call soldiers. It's just a term making it easier. But that's for later. I will not sent you in a fight without the proper training."

Jaune looked up from that word.

"Training?"

"Yes, boy. Training. You have learned a lot but given everything, you're going to need a lot more. Besides, I don't think your school teaches you how to use biomechanical energy to work with. So don't worry, I'll teach you. But that's for later. At this point, you gotta learn. You have a ton to catch up. But details and all other stuff are for later. I ain't gonna teach history the fun way without knowing everything. Ask on."

Jaune decided to give the man what he wanted.

"I'm not on Remnant. I'm on Earth you said." The man nodded.

"Indeed. Like Remnant, Earth was people dwell. You can say that Remnant and Earth have certain similarities or differences. For example, maybe the biggest and most horrible thing. We don't have Grimm. Before you wonder, we just don't have that. We don't know that why you are plagued by monsters from the darkness and we are safe for those horrors. But do not even think we have a paradise. While your planet constantly fights over the Grimm, we kill and murder each other. We kill other humans. And that's the horrible part. But you learn later. I will come back to this."

Jaune paused. This was too much. A world without Grimm? That should be paradise. A world where people could live and go where they wanted without those monster after them. But now, this man it wasn't the case.

"If it might comfort you. We all have the same problems." Jaune stopped and followed the man in his talking.

"Okay, I think I understand. Please go on. You said your world is similar to ours?" Kerlongsj nodded.

"Yes, like you, we have weapons, cultures, way of living that are sometimes similar to yours. But our weapons are different. And guns have completely driven swords from the field. That is for later but right now, your sword is more useless than at Remnant. Sorry." Jaune looked down.

"But I will teach other ways. As for now, Jaune. I suppose you wondering what else differs. The Devil is in the details. But maybe besides, Grimm, we do not have Faunus." Jaune perked up from that but the look in Kerlongsj's eyes told him.

"I suppose that racism is also alive?" Kerlongsj leant closer.

"One of our biggest reasons for problems. Skin color, religion, heritage, handicaps, take your pick." Jaune looked down on that.

"Well, that sucks." Kerlongsj smiled and shrugged.

"Well, the problem is that people are often having ideas that aren't right. We have several allies spread around the globe. For some reason, we can work together. But we're still human." Jaune nodded.

"Okay, for now, I think I'm good. But what I want to know? You guys aren't normal humans." Kerlongsj nodded.

"Indeed." He looked up to his fist and let energy come out.

"We Hackers aren't normal. We have small, biomechanical machines in our bodies, made to make our bodies, faster, stronger and more intelligent than our average human. But we didn't come to existence by just human Nature. And what I told you was before everything came down."

Kerlongsj walked to the window.

"Hackers have shaped history the last forty years. We are hated, loved, worshipped, spit upon, we have been through a lot. But the point being is that our world needs us. It all started when we were attacked by something out of a movie. Aliens."

Jaune's mouth fell open.

"Aliens?" Kerlongsj nodded.

"Yes, aliens. But not your typical creature from a movie. Those things were machines monsters, bent on destructions. You can say those are now our Grimm. The greatest armies in the world, countries with millions of soldiers and weapons beyond what your belief, rendered useless against those beasts. And then, the creators of these monsters. Those had human appearances but unlike us, they weren't. They lacked empathy, consideration and normal feelings a Human would have. We call them Angels due to their appearances. But I suppose you don't get the joke and it doesn't matter."

Jaune had fallen quiet on those words.

"If you speak the truth, why aren't well, this world messed over?" Kerlongsj sighed.

"I was getting there. Forty years ago, Humans began to experiment on those Angels technology. It took years before the machines and creations worked. But it was all for naught as the technology was far beyond our normal understanding.

One man made it possible to get the core of their energy. But it still remained useless. How we don't know but that man made it possible for us to use an answer. Nanites. Those machines were as experiments meant before everything went down to shit but what was saved came out like this. Cruelly, we have gotten the name Cyborg but most of us prefer the term Hacker or Runner. Besides Cyborgs are more like with mechanical arms not with machines inside their bodies." Jaune smiled.

"What happened later?"

"Well, when the Angels took over our world, we went in hiding. Humans sometimes sold out their souls by working for them. So that ended like this. But in our world, we still fight for ourselves. And right now, our cause began to take form."

Kerlongsj crossed his arms.

"The Angels have superior technology and strength even above our own but we still fight back. We have more soldiers than normal ones." Jaune nodded.

"So you lead these man?" Kerlongsj sighs.

"Yes and no. I lead a part of our groups but I don't lead everyone." Kerlongsj offered Jaune a hand.

"The reason why I pulled you here is because you want to be a hero. I'll talk out of that. In this world there are no fucking heroes. There are men who fight for what they think is right and that is amiable. The deal was that I would grant power to save your girl. I did my part and you are now going to fight for me." Jaune hesitated.

"Do well enough and I'll seriously consider about sending you back to your world." Jaune's face elated.

"Are you serious?"

Kerlongsj smiled.

"Yes but that can take a long of time. Right now, we have work to do." Kerlongsj placed his hands on his shoulders.

"Forget the training you went through with Pyrrha. This is going to be the toughest ride of your life. I won't let die but you will be getting pretty close to it. That''s all I can say. Surviving this means that from the boy I see here will be nothing left at the end of the ride. But your goal is simple. Work for that."

Jaune stood up.

"An Arc never goes back to his word. I am yours to command." Jaune had taken the words. He knew this would be tough but the idea of being reunited with Pyrrha would be worth it.

And with this, I end.

I got one chapter planned for tomorrow and I have more for this week. I changed the idea of my Hackers a bit compared to the Infinite Stratos stories but that's for later debate. I want to make this different.

And I'll continue to update but I don't know when that will be. I have one story I really want to work on next week. But that is for later concern.

I hope you enjoy this.

Merry Christmas.

Saluut.