Hello, my beautiful readers! This is the Old Wolf bringing you a little something I wanted to try out ever since reading Prim-arc by vixvix.

If you have read my flagship story, RWBY Watches Classic Movies, then you may have figured out by now that I am a huge fan of Warhammer 40k and the Space Wolves in particular. I mean, my very name should have been a clue. This is essentially my take on vixvix's idea of a Primarch reborn in the body of Jaune Arc, so be sure to visit the original work, it is great.

Wolves of Remnant

Chapter 1 (Pilot)

Location: Imperial Palace, Terra, Sol System

Year: 999.M41

The Emperor of Mankind sat immobile on his Golden Throne, as he did most days. Though today would turn out to be different from the rest. On this day, all of Terra would be engulfed by massive downpours of rain. Rain caused by the sadness of their Master.

For the Master of Mankind knew he had lost yet another loyal son.

Of the nine Primarchs who remained loyal to him after Horus's betrayal, he knew the locations of four. One could say five, but really, Corvus was more a Chaotic mutation than he was a Primarch nowadays. His beloved son Sanguinius and his brother Ferrus had perished during the course of the Heresy, while Rogal had perished in combat during one of the Black Crusades led by Horus' petulant First Captain, and Vulkan was assumed killed fighting the Beast on Ullanor, though the Emperor suspected Vulkan may yet live. He was, after all, a perpetual.

Of the four who lived, the situation was not ideal. Guilliman was being held in stasis by his sons on Macragge. Lion was deeply comatose, but kept safely- though unwittingly- guarded by his sons deep within the Rock and he was fairly certain Jaghatai was causing no end of havoc within the Webway. The fourth was Leman Russ. Wild, uncontrollable Leman, who had set off into the Warp to find a way to cure his father and died in the attempt.

As the skies of Terra wept, so too did the Emperor. As his Custodian- thankfully the Captain-General and not one of his... other Companions- collected his tears, he formulated his plans. He would not allow the loss of another son. Leman would live on, ironically reborn in the same way he was lost all those millennia ago. But this time, he would not be alone. Not if the Emperor had anything to say about it.

XX

Location: Village of Attika, Sanus, Lost Colonial World of Remnant, Wilderness Space

Year: 1991

August 13, 1991 was a joyous day for the Arcs. Not only did it see the birth of yet more children for the ever-growing Arc family, but it saw the birth of their first son, Jaune, and his twin sister, Joan.

Raised by loving parents, Joseph and Suzie, and with the companionship of three older sisters- four if you count Joan, who was technically older by mere minutes- and three younger sisters, the twins' childhoods were happy indeed.

The town they grew up in was a mid-sized and well-defended port town on the east coast of Sanus. Theirs was a well-respected family with a long list of soldiers and hunters who made a name for themselves in the defense of, not only the town, but the Kingdom of Vale as well. Even their mother was a respected Huntress. They were told the stories of these great warriors by their grandfather, Johnathan. The twins were always the ones most enraptured by these stories and by the age of twelve knew what they wanted: Joan wanted to be a captain of the town's militia, while Jaune dreamt of becoming a Huntsman.

And so, they spent their days, or whatever time they could spare, training themselves as best they could. Their family wasn't poor by any means, but they still lacked the funds for a proper combat school, so the two were mostly self-taught, with Joan becoming proficient with a spear and Jaune at least having the basics of the sword and shield down.

But Jaune was plagued by doubt. He knew Joan was a better fighter than him, and he also knew she was smarter. If she wanted to, she could get into Beacon, even without combat school training. He on the other hand, was a novice fighter and an above-average student at best. There was no way he was getting into Beacon.

And that is what he believed, until one day when his family made a trip into Vale. They were all celebrating Joan's induction into the militia and he was moping about the streets of Vale, lamenting his crushed dreams. And then, he met a man by the name of Greco. Really weird guy; white trench coat, orange hair, eye liner, creepy mute girl tagalong, but he was offering the deal of a lifetime: Glowing transcripts to Beacon in exchange for the promise of a favor somewhere down the line. No idea what kind of favor, merely the assurance that one day he would collect.

Jaune took the offer without a second thought.

The next day, he transmitted his newly acquired transcripts to Beacon and the waiting game began. It was agonizing. He listened in on the kids he knew were also applying to Beacon to see when their results came in. It never came up.

Weeks turned into months. He began to think the headmaster or whoever checked out the transcripts had seen through them, that they were contacting his parents. He imagined the world of hurt his mother was going to put him through when she found out. He wasn't going to sit right for a week!

And then, one morning, he was awoken by a ping from his scroll. It was an email from Beacon. He got in! He had been accepted to Beacon Academy! He woke up the entire house with his cheering. After the congratulations from each of his sisters still at home- Saphron having moved to Argus a few years before- they all ganged up and wailed on him for interrupting their sleep.

The day before orientation, they all saw him off at the airport with all the love and support in the world. His goodbye with Joan was particularly hard. The two had been nigh inseparable their entire lives. They were better together than they were apart- each one made the other better with their mere presence. The schools had even granted them special dispensation to be in all the same classes when they noticed their usually stellar grades slipping when they entered middle school and were no longer together. But part they now had to do.

When he arrived at his hotel that night in Vale, he received a message from Joan.

I know what you did.

I know what you did and I understand. This is your dream and nothing should keep you from it. Do what you have to do, but, please, try to keep it legal. Otherwise, I will hunt you down and beat you myself before dragging you back home and throwing you to Mom. Be safe, make friends, and be a great Huntsman.

Jaune smiled, glad that he at least didn't have to keep it secret from her. Then he received another message.

And maybe lose that V-Card while you're at it, yeah? Get a girlfriend already!

Aaand there was the follow-up. Typical Joan.

And there you have it. Please keep in mind this only a pilot, not a guarantee of future chapters. That is entirely up to you guys.

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