Author's Note:

Hey guys, it's me Regulus. I'll keep this brief, this is my first fanfiction, and any reviews would be appreciated. That being said, enjoy!

Chapter 1

Silver Lion

…sprinting with abandon, charging straight through friend and foe as if they weren't even there. He ran from his enemies, from his companions, from his past, from himself. Regulus Sterling capped his pen, and closed his leather bound book, stowing it in his black cloak embroidered with gold and silver. Currently, he sat on an airship headed towards the prestigious Beacon Academy, the finest of the four hunter academies. Standing up, Regulus stretched, popping a few joints.

"...sister is going to Beacon with me! This is the best day ever!" Regulus looked over to see a girl with wild blond hair crushing the life out of a smaller girl. He winced. That's gotta hurt.

"Please stop," the girl gasped, fighting for breath.

She released the other girl. "But I'm so proud of you!" she said, bouncing on her toes. Regules chuckled, his own sister had acted the exact same way when he left for Beacon. He turned his attention to the scroll display playing on the walls of the airship.

"Yesterday, there was an armed dust robbery in downtown Vale. The shop targeted was 'From Dust Til Dawn.' Security camera footage shows that the robbery was stopped by a teenage girl, who was later seen with Headmaster Ozpin, making it highly likely she was a student at Beacon." Regulus looked at the footage of the robbery. The girl… He looked over to the two sisters, who were still horsing around. It couldn't be. She was the same build, short and slim. She had the same black hair, tinted with red on the tips, and she wore the same clothes. No doubt about it. She was the one who stopped the robbery.

The screen changed to a mugshot of an orange haired man with a cocky grin plastered on his face. "The robbery was led by nefarious criminal Roman Torchwick, who continues to evade authorities. If you have any information on his whereabouts, please contact the Vale Police Department. Back to you, Lisa." The mugshot changed to a reporter, presumably the aforementioned Lisa, with a photo of animal-eared demonstrators holding signs that wrote, "We Are Not Animals!"

"Thank you, Cyril. In other news, this Saturday's Faunus Civil Rights protest turned dark when members of the White Fang disrupted the ceremony." Regulus frowned. What happened to the old Fang. "The once peaceful organization has now disrupted…"

She was cut off and replaced by a holographic projection of a woman. With her white blouse, pencil skirt, and glasses, there was little doubt in Altair's mind that she was a teacher.

"Hello, and welcome to Beacon," she said.

"Who's that?" the blonde asked. Regulus inwardly groaned. Really? It seems she really liked hearing her own voice.

"My name is Glynda Goodwitch."

"Oh."

"You are among a privileged few who have received the honor of being selected to attend this prestigious academy," Glynda continued having shown no sign of hearing the blonde. It was probably a recording they played every year. "Our world is experiencing an incredible time of peace, and as future Huntsmen and Huntresses, it is your duty to uphold it. You have demonstrated the courage needed for such a task, and now it is our turn to provide you with the knowledge and the training to protect our world." With the short speech, she the hologram faded out, revealing a stunning view of the kingdom of Vale. Regulus remained in his seat while others flocked to the windows. Peace. He nearly laughed out loud. Like there was ever peace in the world of Remnant. It didn't help that thirty seconds prior, the news had been talking about a robbery and a protest gone violent.

From his right, a young man groaned, hunched over. He's going to hurl. Unable to find a trash can, he threw up on the floor. Regulus walked over to him, careful to avoid stepping in the puddle of vomit. The blonde sister, however, wasn't as careful, getting a bit of vomit on a brown boot.

"You okay?" Regulus asked the boy. His eyes seemed to bug out, as his cheeks bulged a bit. "Okay, I'll take that as a no."

Finally, the airship landed at their destination. Stumbling out of the airship, the blonde boy ran to the nearest trash can, and started emptying the contents of his stomach once again.

"Just let it out," said Regulus, patting him on the back. When he was done retching, he stood up, facing Regulus as if nothing had happened. "My name's Jaune Arc," he said, extending a hand. "Short, sweet, rolls off the tongue, ladies love it."

Regulus shook his hand. "Regulus Sterling, at your service." He smirked, wondering whether or not Jaune would take his over the top greeting seriously. He did.

"Damn it, I should have thought of that," he mumbled, scratching the back of his head. Regulus laughed. Suddenly, there was a loud explosion. Spinning around, he saw the same petite girl from the airship, standing amidst a load of scattered briefcases. She was being yelled at by… Is that Weiss Schnee, the heiress of the Schnee dust company? A vomiting knight, a teenage vigilante, and the heiress of the world's largest corporation. This year is going to be interesting. The vigilante looked pretty overwhelmed. Regulus moved to step in, someone already had.

"Hey, I said I was sorry, princess!" yelled the vigilante, finally fed up with the haughty heiress.

"It's heiress, actually." A girl wearing a black bow approached the bickering girls, holding a bottle of dust. "Weiss Schnee, heiress to the Schnee Dust Company, one of the largest producers of energy propellant in the world."

"Finally! Some recognition!" Regulus shook his head, the egos of the Schnees knew no bounds.

"The same company infamous for its controversial labor forces and questionable business partners." Regulus grinned. Someone had to kick her off her high horse.

""Wha- How dare you- The nerve of... Ugh!" Grabbing the dust bottle, she stormed off as her helpers gather her luggage.

"Nice job on kicking her down a notch," said Regulus, but when he turned to face the girl with the bow, she had already left.

The two boys walked over to the little vigilante who had collapsed in frustration. Jaune extended his hand, helping her up. "Hey... I'm Jaune," he said.

"Aren't you the guy that threw up on the ship?" she responded, taking his hand.

"Hey, motion sickness is a much more common problem than people let on." Jaune crossed his arms defensively.

She laughed. "Well, I'm Ruby."

"The name's Jaune Arc. Short, sweet, rolls off the tongue, ladies love it." Oh Monty, he had probably rehearsed this.

"Do they," Ruby asked skeptically.

"They will. Well, I-I hope they will. My mom always says that... Never mind."

"You've already told her your name," Regulus added dryly. Jaune's face colored in embarrassment. Regulus turned towards Ruby. "The name's Regulus Sterling," he said, parodying Jaune's introduction. "Long, sophisticated, ladies love it." He did a small bow, and flourishing his cloak for dramatic effect.

Ruby giggled as Jaune's face grew redder after Regulus' teasing. "Nice to meet you Regulus." Ruby did a double take. "Your eyes…"

Regulus grinned, "Gold and silver, cool right? Your eyes are pretty special too."

"Really?" she asked.

"Have you heard of the silver eyed warriors?" responded Regulus.

"Nope."

"Well that's long story for another time."

An awkward silence fell upon the group as the conversation stopped to a standstill.

Ruby looked around for a bit. "So… I've got this thing." She reached behind her waist, unfolding a massive red and black scythe, causing Jaune to jump back.

"Whoa! Is that a scythe?" asked Jaune.

"It's also a customizable high-impact sniper rifle." Ruby rattled off quickly.

"A wha...?" Jaune was dumbfounded.

She pulled back the bolt on her weapon, cocking it. "It's also a gun."

Regulus whistled in appreciation. "Did you make this yourself?

Ruby's eyes lit up in excitement. "Yeah, I'm kind of a dork when it comes to weapons." She looked over to Jaune. "So what've you got?"

"Oh! I, uh..." Jaune paused, unsheathing his sword. "I got this sword, and a shield. My great-great-grandfather used it to fight in the war. It's kinda a family heirloom." Taking his scabbard, he expanded it to form a white shield.

Ruby touched the shield, examining it. "Well, I like the classics. What do they do?"

Jaune fumbled with the shield as it expanded and retracted, nearly dropping it, before clipping it back on his belt. "The shield gets smaller, so when I get tired of carrying it, I can just... put it away..."

"But... wouldn't it weigh the same?"

"I think what he meant was that he could fold it to conserve space," Regulus interjected. Jaune shot him a grateful glance.

"What do you have?" Jaune asked.

"Me? Well I have this." Regulus reached inside of his cloak to bring out his leather bound book.

"Not what I was expecting," admitted Ruby. "What does it do?"

Regulus smirked, putting it away. "That's a surprise for later."

"Aww," both Jaune and Ruby whined.

"Now, shouldn't we be going somewhere?"