The students of Beacon gathered in the auditorium for a special announcement. One of those students was Ruby Rose, the newly appointed leader of the newly formed Team RWBY. With her was her team and a Team PRN(Prawn), which was only made up of three people due to a shortage in first years. No one knew exactly why the gathering took place, but it must've been important since Professors Ozpin and Goodwitch were waiting on stage for the murmurs to die down.

Once they stopped, Ozpin cleared his throat and spoke into the lone microphone. "Ladies and gentleman, I'm sure you're all curious about why you are all gathered here tonight. Allow me to put your curiosities to rest. As of now, a new student will be joining your class as a first year."

This only triggered more chattering being exchanged amongst the crowd. The professor raised his hands to quell the murmuring.

"He will spend the next few weeks mingling, rooming and training with some of the teams we think would be a suitable match. Once he's come to a decision, he will be partnered with a team for the rest of his days here at Beacon Academy. So, without further adieu, please welcome Jaune Arc."

The crowd waited silently as a sole set of footsteps could be heard. A young man walked on stage. He wore a black hoodie with pieces of dark grey armor attached. He wore dark blue jeans and black sneakers with white accents. Slung over his back was a strange-looking, dark grey rifle.

Its barrel was angled on the top and bottom triangularly, with glowing lines of blue light running along it and spreading across the receiver, trigger guard and stock. It also had a blocky, ovular scope with the same blue light coming from it and seems to float inches from the top of the gun. He stepped forward next to Ozpin and removed his hood to reveal shaggy blonde hair peaking out from a grey flannel beanie and a pair of cobalt eyes protected by a pair of rectangular glasses. He also had a strange pistol of the same color pallet attached to his right thigh. The boy placed his hands behind his back and waited calmly, scanning over the crowd.

"Now, we've determined that the first team Mr. Arc shall be tasked with will be Team RWBY."

Ruby and her friends were taken by surprise, and the stares from the other first years didn't help. Some were jealous stairs that the four girls would get to know the new student first, other envious looks were cast upon the buy himself.

As Ruby and her team walked back to their dorm, they talked about what to make of Jaune Arc. "He didn't seem too excited about being here." Blake said.

"The dunce probably thinks he's to good for this school." Weiss commented.

"I don't know, did you see that awesome looking rifle he had?"

"I wasn't looking at his rifle." Yang finished with an eyebrow wiggle.

"Well, regardless, we should still treat him like one of the team and try to get to know him." Ruby advised as she unlocked the door and opened it. As it swung open, the girls were greeted to the sight of Jaune Arc reclining in a chair, his feet resting on one of the desks as he cleaned his pistol with an oilcloth. When he saw them, he pushed his glasses up his nose and greeted them. "S'up?" He then scrutinized them through the spectacles for a moment before pointing a finger at each one. "Ruby Rose, Weiss Schnee, Blake Belladonna and Yang Xiao Long."

Weiss scowled at the boy. "How do you know our names?" Jaune leaned back in his seat and placed the gun on his desk, but kept his hand on it protectively. "I scoped all your files. Gotta say, I'm impressed. Excellent combat scores, a prodigy leader, a tactically balanced unit, all-in-all-"

"Wait, how did you get our files?"

"Ozpin gave me all the team files. How else would I be able to choose the first team?"

"Why choose us?" Blake questioned. "Did you not here what I just said? Balanced Unit. Prodigy leader. Good combat scores. Your team would help my experience here become most fruitful."

"Now, let's just get introductions out of the way. My name is Jaune Arc. I graduated from Atlas University of Science with masters in Physics, Computer Programming and Biochemistry." He held out his hand to shake. Ruby shook first, the rest of her team following suit.

After, Ruby immediately sped to the desk where Jaune's weapons lay. She picked up the rifle spewed forth a flood of questions about how it worked and how he made it, but Jaune shushed her with a finger. "That," He said as he plucked it from her reluctant grip, "Is the Z-250 Directed Energy Engagement Weapon, or Hard-light Rifle. I call it Prometheus. It can fire a three round burst or semi-automatic shot of solidified plasma compressed down to the atom and superheated using solar magnification and micro-fusion, or, Hard Light. It can also mecha-shift into a variety of ballistic weapons to suit any combat scenario."

"How is that even scientifically possible? And how have none of us heard or seen one of those before?" Weiss asked, "Well, mon petit coéquipier, I invented it. Took me three years of research and an ass-load of lien, along with the training and practice of my semblance."

"So, you graduated from the most prestigious University on Remnant, invented a weapons technology unheard of until now, and-"

"And, there's more." He grabbed a large cardboard box from under a cot that was set up in the corner of the dorm room. Jaune then took out his scroll and tapped a few icons. The box shook for a moment until out popped a spherical robot that hovered in the air over the bed.

It looked like it was built out of spare parts, with some license plates and sheets of different metals welded to its hull. It had a few antennae sticking backward from the top and sides of its body, and a speaker grate for a face with a square satellite dish on top. "Girls, meet ED-E." The robot let out a welcoming beep and seemed to bow its...head-body. Ruby let out a giggle, while the other girls stood wide-eyed. "Yes, I made him, too."

"What is that thing?!" Weiss demanded. Jaune's right eye twitched and he took a deep breath in and out. "ED-E is not a thing, Ms. Schnee. He's a Model E Duraframe Eyebot programmed with a basic artificial intelligence module."

"What does he do?" Ruby asked excitedly. "Oh, lots of things. He's programmed with maintenance and repair functions and micro-fusion cell production so he can create more ammunition for my guns. And..." Jaune tapped another icon on his scroll, "He plays music~." The eyebot then shot out a trumpet riff followed by an old swing song.

Oh I've got spuuurrss that jingle, jangle, jingle (jingle, jangle)

He switched the music function off and ED-E hovered over to the desk where Jaune's weapons were and shone a blue beam of light over them. "What's it-he doing?" Blake questioned.

"He's scanning my weapons for any damage or need of upkeep." The robot let out a series of beeps toward Jaune. "No, they don't need another sterilization." He called back.

"You can understand it?" Weiss asked, "It? There's an it in here? I don't see an it. ED-E, do you see an it." The bot chirped a negative sounding beep. Weiss let out an annoyed sigh. "You understand him?"

"Yep."

"Well, how-"

"Look, Ms. Schnee, it's getting late and we all need some sleep." Jaune walked back to his table and shut off ED-E, placing him gently in the box and sliding it under his cot before removing his hoodie. It caught on the white T-shirt he wore under it and it slid up with the jacket, exposing half of his back to the girls that were still watching him, that being all but Ruby, who was in the bathroom changing.

They saw, in addition to his lean but well toned back, the beginnings of a 4-point-star-shaped scar at the small of his back. Before they could see any more, the shirt rolled back down his back. He kicked off his shoes and pushed them just under the bed next to ED-E's box. He removed his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose tiredly, followed by a yawn.

5:49 AM

Jaune woke up at precisely 5:49 on the minute. Just as he had for the past two years. As he had since he woke up in the hospital. He grabbed a set of his clothes and went into the bathroom. After an extremely hot shower, he slipped on the clothes. He dressed him self in a grey hoodie, black sweatpants and black running shoes, along with his beanie. Once dressed, the boy slipped out of the room and while the girls were still sleeping and went down to the cafeteria.

Jaune sat alone in the dining area, a cup of steaming coffee and a rather thick book in front of him. He took a sip from the bitter-sweet drink, a feeling of nostalgia washing over him. He thought back to drinking the liquid at a small cafe across the street from his old lab here in Vale. He hoped his friends were handling the upkeep there. He should probably go down and see how they're doing.

He was broken from his thoughts when he heard the clacking of heels and turned to see Professor Goodwitch. "Mr. Arc. You do know that children your age shouldn't be drinking so much of that."

"Ah, Ms. Goodwitch. Good morning." He said without looking up from his book.

"Indeed. Might I ask why you're up at this our?"

"I've woken up at the same time every day for the past two years, one month and fifteen days." Jaune answered with out looking up from his book. He gestured to his coffee cup. "As you can imagine, enthusiasm can only get you so far." The teacher looked a bit shocked and before she could ask anything else, Jaune rose and started to leave. "Well, it's been a pleasure, but I have some things I must attend to." With that, he walked out of the cafeteria, the professor's eyes trailing on him until he was out of sight.

Jaune Arc was nothing if not an enigma. He had no records of attending a combat school. In fact, he barely had records. The only things Goodwitch could find when she was examining student forms was a birth certificate, school degrees from AUS, and his test scores for Beacon. Other than that, the boy might as well have never existed. Glynda narrowed her eyes, 'Who are you, Mr. Arc?'.