He's thinking of Joi. Of Luv. Of joy and love. The unending sky that snowed above him. It seemed that he's looked, before, but never quite seen it. The lofty, eternal distance. The immeasurable softness of it.

Things started to blur.

A voice, somewhere, was asking, is he gonna be okay? another replied, There should be an emergencet triage kit under the driver's seat-There was rustling. The sound of feet on the snow. Hands snagged under his armpits to drag his leaden bulk. He could hear it all in bright, crisp detail, even if his vision was beginning to gray out. To turn the color of the sky.

And with distant, mild concern, he thought, ' I'm going to die.'

And so Officer KD6-3.7 peacfully died in the back of his spinner, his purpose fulfilled.

Or was it?

The void:

K's mind wandered through the void, drifting along with his soul. And after an unkown amount of time later, he finally arrived at a scene before his entire mind went blank... and then he felt a pulse of life flow through him.

"Come on honey! Push, push!"

Muffled cries reached the spirit's ears, before feeling an unseen force pushing him through a tunnel, his vision now blackened by darkness. Continuously hearing the repeated cries, followed by faint screams of a maiden in dire pain, he slowly opened his eyes only to close them back in a state of lethargy when overwhelming light attacked his vision.

Silence fell after as his consciousness drifted towards nothingness once again, tired for unknown reasons and so tired he cannot process his surroundings. Garbled cries of joy and other muffled voices reached his still dysfunctional ears, while his mind slowly went blank. Until Officer K finally slumbered deep within the mind of Jaune Arc.

Jaune Joe Arc, was the offspring of a female wolf Faunus named Rachel Arc and a human father named Damian arc, making him a half-faunus hybrid. His 8 sisters where completely human due to Damian's first wife Samantha, dying during a mission. Damian soon met and married Rachel a few years later, and the result of their union was Jaune. But soon months after he was born, she perished as well due to a genetic disorder . And while he didn't have a lot of physical animal traits like tails and ears, he had canine teeth and retractable claws which grew from his fingernails.

He was always... mentally unique. And his childhood didn't go off to a very healthy start, for when he got older and the constant slurs and bullies at school due to his half-faunus nature, and for the fact that his mother died only months after his birth, he eventually began to get used to the emotional abuse and developed a calm and composed demenor to hide his hidden pain.

And he hid it well. It was something no child should have to go through.

But, despite this. He still became a polite, mild-mannered, good-natured, and intelligent boy who clearly loved his family very much and always tries to help other people.

He soon decided to become a huntsman, not for the fame or glory, but to find the meaning and purpose in his life. For he always had the belief that fighting for the right cause was the most human thing someone could do. And at the age of 9 he asked his father if he could train him, and after much convincing, his father agreed.

And so with the help of his sisters and father he trained himself in basic swordsmanship, hand-to-hand combat, investigations, and tactics. The years soon went by and his family soon found out that he had grown to be very physically strong...

Inhumanely strong... Even by wolf faunus standards. And it was all natural strength, no Aura involved.

He soon grew into a body that wasn't particularly bulky, but he also couldn't be called slim, either. He sat right in the middle of the body type spectrum, lean yet well-muscled, without much excess body fat to speak of. His body spook of combat and hardship, even with without the excess size an indulgent diet might grant him. He was fast, athletic, and incredibly strong for his size. It was almost as if his entire body was built for fighting.

He also became an excellent marksman, scoring an almost perfect score in the towns shooting range.

It was almost as if he was a natural.

17 years later:

Jaune was now 17 years old. He grew up to be a young man of medium height, with short thick, wild blonde hair that resembled fur with silver tips. He wore his fathers very dark greencolored cotton coat with Camel-brown faux shearling fur lined collar, that had a rugged and faded appearance, and was missing its right sleeve, revealing his red painted robotic arm (The arm looks like Yang's robotic arm, but it is painted red and black.) He wore a longsleeved knitting black shirt with a brown archer's chest guard, brown cargo pants with shoulder holster suspenders and wore a medical leg brace that had brown leather straps on his left leg. He also wore black tatical bootlaced boots worn underneath his pants legs, having a dirty and worn-in look.

His scanned left and right as they searched for something of great importance. He sighed in annoyance letting out a sigh and stopped a passerby.

"Excuse me," he asked. "I'm a little lost, do you know where I can find the nearest dust shop?"

"Sure thing kid. You'll want to follow this road two blocks and make a left. It'll be on your left hand side. The place is called From Dust Till Dawn, it's the only shop open at this hour, you can't miss it."

The blonde nodded his head in thanks, and headed that direction. He just needed to get some dust ammunition before the store closes. As he turned the corner, he noticed that this particular street was empty. And on top of that, the power seemed to be cut, not just the buildings but the street lamps as well. All the lights where out save for one shop; the dust shop. He took his right hand out of his coat pocket, slowly drifting inside his shoulder holster.

He walked through the street with caution, his senses honed to his surroundings for any threat of attack. The tense night air was shattered when a man in a black suit was literally thrown out of the window of the dust shop. He quickly drew his rather unique sidearm ('That Gun' From Fallout New Vegas), he ran forward sensing a robbery but stopped when he noticed the one responsible.

A girl, a couple years younger than him, wielding a massive mechanical scythe challenged four more men, all garbed in the same uniform. Short, black locks framed her face, tinted in a peculiar red color. She herself wore a long red cape with a hood, and was clad in a black blouse and waist cincher with red laces. Her midnight hued skirt displayed a frilly red trim, the belt home to a magazine pouch on her right, with large single rounds along the left. Sheer black stockings hugged her legs, leading down to rugged, buckled combat boots. She reminded him of something out of a fairy tale. Her lithe form swung the scythe in an elaborate display, betraying the obvious strength she possessed. The boy slowed his approach, choosing to instead observe the scuffle as it quickly became apparent the girl did not need his help. She made short work of her opponents, showcasing not only mastery of such an unwieldy weapon but unnatural speed as well, even by hunter standards, incapacitating them quickly but oddly, as Jaune noticed, short of being lethal. They were left writhing in obvious pain on the asphalt.

"You were worth every cent, you truly were," Said a sacrastic voice.

A final figure came out of the shop, this man in a white suit with a black bowler hat and cane. Ginger locks peeked from underneath and in his mouth was a lit cigar. He kicked a goon as he strode, eliciting a groan.

"Well Red I can say this has been quite the eventful evening," he continued towards the girl, dropping the cigar and crushing it with the end of his cane.

"As much as I'd love to stick around, I'm afraid this is where we part ways."

He then raised his cane towards her, a small sight popping up over the tip. It was at this point blonde decided to intervene. Shooting his gun, gaining the attention of the two.

"Put the gun down, now." he demanded in a cold and calm yet threatining voice. His own firearm trained on the redheaded man. The girl spared him a surprised glance but kept her focus on the man currently threatening her.

"Well well well, isn't this a surprise?" he announced over the distant call of police sirens. "I have a redand a blonde gracing me with their illustrious presence tonight. I'm honored, I truly am. But as I have stated already, my time is short. Ciao!"

In a flash of movement, he rolled over to get out of the way of the blast. At the same time, he fired his cane towards the girl, a flare of red dust energy rocketing towards her. Using her scythe, she vaulted over the missile before it could hit her. Two explosions rang out through the streets as the crook made his escape. Disoriented but hardly injured, Jaune quickly scanned his surroundings for the attacker and spotted him scrambling up a fire access ladder. Gun in hand, he took off in pursuit, using his strong legs and climbing up the ladder.

"Mind if I go after them?" the girl asked the aged shopkeeper as he came out of hiding from his ruined shop.

He gave her a shaky nod.

With a smirk, she planted the head of her scythe into the ground and by pulling a hidden trigger, fired a powerful round, using the recoil to launch herself up to the edge of the building. The young pair landed at the same time, confronting the white clad thief.

"Hey!" she yelled out, causing the thief to pause.

"Make one more move and I shot," spoke the blonde, his gun trained on the man's back.

"Persistent..." he muttered under his breath

Refusing to turn and face them, a tense few seconds ticked by. His patience was answered as the roar of a bullhead transport rose from an adjacent street. Bright spotlights shown down on the two youths, blinding the temporarily as the white suited man scrambled into the cabin. The lights let up, allowing them a brief reprieve.

"End of the line, kids!" he announced as he threw a red dust crystal at their feet. Recognition lighting up in the boy's eyes.

Jaune wasted no time, guarding the girl with his whole body, willing to take the blast for her.

That same moment, another figure dropped in between them and the crystal, conjuring a violet glyph that shielded them from the blast; a huntress. She was perhaps in her late thirties with braided golden hair and spectacles. A white long sleeved blouse clothed her, neatly tucked into a high set black skirt. A tattered purple cape billowed behind her. Black stockings and heels finished off the display. She huffed in annoyance as she waved what appeared to be a wand. Adjusting her glasses, she swung in a wide arc, firing a volley of violet energy bolts at the bullhead. The armored hull suffered little more than large dents from the impacts. Not one to stand aside during a battle, the boy took aim and fired a hail of bullets from his SMG, the red dust infused incendiary rounds peppering the cockpit. The girl joined him, her scythe collapsing into a high velocity sniper rifle, and Jaune shooting his armor piercing rounds. Thundering cracks announced each round. The red-haired thief stumbled his way to the cockpit as his getaway bird lurched under the combined assault.

We got a huntress!" the thief yelled at his pilot, who promptly rose from the pilot's chair and headed to the cabin.

The pilot was a woman, clad in a scarlet dress that fell to her mid thigh, decorated with gold embroidery, and glass high heel shoes. Glowing amber eyes were all that had shown from her mostly shrouded face. Her form rippled with the power of flame.

The bespectacled huntress ignored this new assailant for the most part, instead waving her wand as it glowed with the intricate spider-web of Dust energy, conjuring a billowing swirl of storm clouds above the bullhead. From its tendrils, large and sharpened chunks of ice fell upon the craft, embedding themselves into the reinforced steel. The thief, who had since taken the woman's place in the cockpit, struggled to keep the bird airborne under the new assault. He swore quietly, quickly ducking to the left as one shard easily forced its way through the craft's canopy, showering him with glass.

A wave of the scarlet woman's hand conjured numerous orange glyphs where the trio stood. In haste, the huntress slid the two youths to safety with her wand as she herself nimbly danced out of range of the subsequent explosions. In response, the huntress waved her wand and took full control of the resulting debris, manipulating them into the form of a large spear. A flick of her wrist sent the deadly formation flying at high speed towards her target, only to be met with several volleys of fire that steadily wore it down in size. Switching tactics, the huntress waved her wand once more, splitting the spear into multiple tendrils and surrounding the craft, but the pyromancer had a defensive tactic for this assault as well, throwing both her arms outwards and creating a super-heated shockwave that reduced the debris to ash. Sighting in with her scythe rifle, the girl took careful and precise shots at the woman. Unfortunately the bullets did nothing, easily being stopped by the palm of the sorceress' hand. Needing an escape tactic, the pyromancer cupped her hands together, compressing the molten energy into a tightly packed ball. When she felt it had reached a sufficient level, she launched this ball at her three attackers. The huntress' eyes went wide when she realized how much more powerful this particular attack was in comparison to all the others. Gritting her teeth, she formed a protective sphere around herself and her two unexpected charges.

The explosion rocked the city across several blocks, startling the hapless citizens with its force and volume. The girl in red, despite the protective shielding, was knocked to the ground, alluding to the strength of the explosion. Jaune buckled slightly under the force but remained on his feet, slightly by the sheer magnitude of the attack. The concrete roof of the building glowed an angry red, flash heated by the sudden assault from the fireball. Drawing upon her deeper reserves of power, the huntress let loose a wave of energy, banishing the smoke and flames from around them, but by the time she was able to send another volley of bolts, the bullhead was already retreating into the night sky. With a frown on her face, the huntress adjusted her spectacles and set to work repairing the ruined roof with her telekinesis.

Sighing, Jaune stowed away his gun back into its holster, he approached the girl and held out his red metalic hand to help her up.

"You alright?" He asked in a rather calm voice.

"Yeah, thanks." The girl smiled.

They turned to the woman looking down at them disdainfully. The girl, for her part, gushed with excitement.

"Oh my gosh, you're a huntress! Can I get your autograph?"

Vale police department:

"I hope you realize that your actions tonight will not be taken lightly, you two. The both of you put yourselves and others in grave danger," the blonde woman scolded.

The pair found themselves in an interview room at the local police station.

"They started it!" The girl protested.

The blone half-faunus however, remained composed, quiet and calm. Quietly observing the girl rants.

"Silence!" she punctuated with a slap of what Jaune recognized as a riding crop.

"If it were up to me, the both of you would be sent home tonight," she stated, "with a pat on the back..."

Ruby perked up.

"... and a slap on the wrist." To prove her point, the woman slightly smacked Ruby's hand with the crop, earning a yelp from the terrified girl.

"However that doesn't seem to be the case. Someone here would like to speak to the both of you."

She stood to the side as an older man entered the room. He, like his associate, also wore spectacles. Silver, slightly messy hair adorned his crown and an emerald scarf hugged his neck. A long, black overcoat with gold buttons draped across his figure, long sleeves coming down to white gloved hands. Unlike the woman, Jaune instantly recognized this man almost immediately: Professor Ozpin, the Headmaster of Beacon Academy, and he was carrying a plate of cookies.

"Ruby Rose," he addressed the girl first, "and Jaune Arc." He turned to the boy.

"You... have silver eyes," he spoke as if deciphering a puzzle. The young reaper looked at the silver haired man with confusion.

"So!" Ozpin continued. "Where did you learn to do this?" he asked Ruby as he pointed towards the woman's scroll, showing a recording of the street fight.

"S-Signal Academy?" she hesitantly answered.

"An entry level school taught you how to wield one of the most dangerous weapons ever designed?"

"Well, one instructor in particular!"

"I see," he continued. At that point, he set the plate down in front of her.

Ruby's eyes shot back and forth between Ozpin and the cookies. A pale hand slowly reached forward and took a cookie. She ate one, then another as her smile grew. In no time at all, she ravenously inhaled cookie after cookie, not even crumbs were safe.

"I only know of one person who can wield the scythe with such ease..." continued Ozpin. "...a dusty old crow."

Ruby mumbled an affirmation through a mouthful of cookie.

"Pardon me?"

She swallowed and giggled nervously.

"Sorry, that's my Uncle Qrow, and he's a teacher at Signal. I was complete garbage before he took me under his wing, but now I'm all whooowaah watttchaaa!" she described animatedly, complete with hand gestures.

"So I've seen," replied Ozpin with a slight smile. "And what is an adorable little girl such as yourself doing at a school designed to train warriors?"

"Well... I want to be a Huntress."

"You want to slay monsters?"

"Yeah! I only have two more years at Signal and then I want to apply to Beacon. You see, my sister is starting there this year and she's trying to become a Huntress. I'm trying to become a Huntress because I wanna help people!" she rambled on. "Our parents always taught us to help people and I thought 'Oh might as well make a career out of it' heheh, and sure the police are good and all but Hunters and Huntresses are just so much more cool and romantic and exciting and gosh you know?" she squealed.

The woman fixed Ruby with a deadpan expression.

"Very interesting," chuckled Ozpin before he directed his attention towards Jaune.

"Jaune... you, unlike Ruby, I have already heard about and in great detail I might add."

Jaune raised a brow at the remark.

"How so?" he questioned.

Ozpin waved at the scroll, the recording now switching to one of Raine. This time, unlike Ruby who fought criminals, he was locked in a deadly dance with training training dumbies in a rural village. Ruby watched in awe as the older boy effortlessly wielded a thick machete (Book of Eli Machete), twisting, hacking and slashing about as he cut down one a testing dumby. The camera panned right just as Jaune grabbed his gun and made quick shots with deadly accuracy. The bullets obliterating their heads.

"One of my huntsmen had traveled to the neighboring village of Oakwatch. Imagine his suprise when he saw you."

patience was starting to wear thin.

"With all due respect sir, what is this about? The way I see it, Ruby and I are innocent and the only people that got hurt tonight were those thieves."

Ozpin tilted his head. "Do either of you know who I am?"

"You're Professor Ozpin, the Headmaster at Beacon," Ruby answered immediately.

Ozpin, who had seated himself, leaned forward across the table. "You want to come to my school?" he directed the question to the both of them.

That was something Jaune did not expect; a direct invitation from the Headmaster of one of the most prestigious hunting academies in Remnant. Ruby... looked as if she had received a gift from Oum himself.

"More than anything in the world," she breathed. He turned his gaze towards Jaune.

"I accept." he answered, still calm from what was happening.

Ozpin gave a questioning gaze to his associate. She scoffed and looked away, rolling her eyes.

With a broad smile on his face and eyes squinted shut, "Well alright."

To be continued:

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