Author's note: Don't Own Star Wars or RWBY

Why I can't I have...have... training." Jaune quivered as he tried to get the reasoning out of his father.

His father just gave Jaune a flat look before pulling up a newspaper and ignoring his son.

Jaune waited for a few minutes hoping for a response only to be dismissed with a grunt as his father turned the page of the paper.

"Why...can't I, "Jaune said desperately as he wanted a reason he was denied so many years what his sisters received.

"Because you simply lack potential..." his father evenly replied as he tried hiding his simmering anger.

"Fine..." Jaune said defiantly as he marched out of the room and into the nearby forest.

He came to his little secluded spot in the woods. Untouched by Grimm or mankind, an empty place for contemplation and training, a place where I can prove them wrong.

Jaune took a book and began to read his book on strategy and the history of warfare. The book itself wasn't something unusual as young men and women who wished to join the military or a huntsman program would read it to gain insight into their future profession, but what was special about was notes it contained. The notes of Charles Arc a general that served the Warrior King of Vale during the Great War that brought the military giant of Mantle to its heels.

Such a book would usually be kept within a family's libraries and cherished as an heirloom, but this book was simply discarded thrown away until Jaune recovered it.

As Jaune was about to do some more physical exercises a pair of arms wrapped itself around him.

"Mom..."Jaune drew out as his mom began to laugh softly. With her bright blue eyes and her dark blonde hair tied up in a braid, she was the most important person in Jaune's life as she was always been the main pillar of support in Jaune's life. He always felt safe when she with him and he always felt a connection to her as if he knew what she was feeling.

"What's my little ball of sunshine out here alone," she said as she began to hug her son a little tighter as to make sure he didn't escape.

"I was just..." Jaune left trailing before hearing his mother sigh softly.

"Your father would disapprove of this you know," she said mournfully as if she knew she made a mistake so long ago.

"I know and I don't care anymore." he said decisively as a sparkling realization hit him.

"I know." she replied as she began to run her fingers threw her son's bright blonde hair.

The mother and son duo sat there for what seems like an eternity until Jaune began to laugh suddenly as his mom began to tickle him.

"HA Ha mom stop" Jaune whined as they began to tumble around the forest playing tag and all sorts of games, a brilliant turn around the rather bleak mood.
As the duo began to tire Jaune began to lay on his mom's lap as she began to play Jaune hair again as she finally decided what she wanted to do.

"Jaune." She asked to get his attention.

"Yes," he replied as he began to pay attention.

"After we go to the village, I can give you a tip or two," she said hesitantly as she even debated offering Jaune the chance as her husband had been adamant on the number of their children that they would train. Three at most and even that was pushing it. His utter hatred of the military and huntsman has really affected his relationship with his children but most especially with Jaune since he reminded him of grandfather and his great grandfather before him. What worried her most was the growing darkness within Jaune. Over the years Jaune became more silent more resentful, and even jealous of his sisters. But maybe training him in secret will divert that growing frustration towards something more productive and perhaps reunite the family as she felt a growing sense of anxiety as her second oldest child Amethyst has become prideful and she loved to lord her abilities over Jaune and her other untrained sisters.

As those thoughts ran through the mother's mind, Jaune was utterly exuberant as an opportunity for proper training and he was going to advantage of it.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Jaune cheered.

"Settle down Jaune," She said calmly as she led her son down the path to the market. Utterly content at making the right decision she began to smile as if weight the world has been lifted off her shoulders until she heard a bang.

Slowly but surely he was clawing his way back into reality. It is only a matter of time until his return; after all, you cannot hold back a true master of the dark side.

As Palpatine continued his journey he felt a cry for help...a disturbance in the force...a situation ripe for exploitation.

Palpatine focused his mind on the disturbance and found a young boy and mother being harried by bandits.

Palpatine watched curiously as the mother cut down a bandit before entering a duel for her life with a bandit with a red katana while the boy watched.

As the duel progressed it was evident that the mother was going to lose as she doggedly did her best to keep on moving. While the duel was slightly interesting to the spirit of the Sith Lord he was more interested in the boy who looked who so similar to his apprentice when he was young.

The boy just stood there until his mother yelled at him to run away like a coward. The boy complied as was pursued by a bandit on the orders bandit with mask and red katana. The boy had much potential. His distress was like a lighthouse in the darkness as it drew upon the very essence of the dark side making it possible for Sidious to witness these even without his body.

As the boy ran the mother reengaged the bandit and began to fight even harder as he felt the desperation of the women. The mother then used a form of the force as she began to use nature itself fight the bandit until she did something unnatural and turned into a bird when she was sent flying into the forest. Before turning back into a person and continuing her attack.

The battle was about to come to end when the mother used lightning to strike the women into the ground. As she approached the down bandit with her sword in hand Sidious felt a most opportune moment to allow the bandit to slay the mother. Sidious channeled the force into the bandit women and allowed for her to dodge in time and stab the women through her abdomen. Soon he felt a strange sensation on the force as he felt it transfer itself into the bandit. The bandit pulled her blade out of the lifeless corpse and walked away like it was another tally to her number lives she callously taken.

"Hahaha, soon my future apprentice soon"Palpatine laughed as he sent force visions of his mother dying to the fleeing boy.
Break

"Mom is dead" He wailed to himself as that connection he felt to his mother severed. Then a torrent of images of the bandit women standing her red katana through mother, flashed through his mind so many times till the image was forever burned into his mind. The person who loved him the most was dead and it was the bandit's faults. As tear strayed down his face he turned around and found the bandit chasing with an ax slowly approaching him.

"So you finally decided to give up? Good, you were wasting my time. Your pretty fast for an untrained kid you know, but orders are orders and the boss doesn't want any witnesses." He said casually as he approached Jaune.
The boss began to repeat in his mind as he purposely began to etch the image of her into his mind. 'Good, good Jaune good use your anger, your rage kill him and her, kill them as they killed her' a whisper rang through his mind as he turned towards his pursuer.

As the bandit approached, Jaune felt more powerful and his rage was overflowing, his father callousness, his sister's apathy, the bandits who attacked for no reason, and most importantly his weakness that led to her death. 'Good use the Dark side, channel your rage and relish in it.' The voice said he subconsciously lifted his hand after the bandit trying to kill him.

"What the hell are you try- ack ugh!" The bandit began to choke for no reason.

Jaune just stared at what was happening for a second before he felt something tell him to approach the man. And he listened to it finding no reason to ignore till he grabbed the fallen axe that the man once held and slam it into the bandit's head without hesitation.

The man's body collapsed uselessly as Jaune pulled back whatever was holding him up. Jaune he stared as the bloody corpse the bandit he felt satisfied that his first step in revenge was complete, but now...now he felt empty and alone as all that rage that filled him slowly dissipated to simmer. 'Good you have taken your first step to achieving the power you need for your revenge, the next step is to go four clicks north and go into whatever you find'

"Um what do I do from there?" he asked the strange voice. 'You will know my young apprentice' It said before disappearing.

Jaune knew not to trust strangers, but whoever was talking to him helped him kill the bandit so he was at least interested in his well-being. But before he did there was something he needed to see.

He ran back till he found his mom alone on the dirt road with a gaping wound through her stomach. Jaune rushed to her side and began to stroke her hair like she used to do.

"Why did it have to come to this?" Jaune asked only to receive no answer.

"Why didn't father teach me anything? If I had the training and used my power we could've killed her...we could've been in town having a fun day..."Jaune mourned as he felt that growing on anger grow as he realized father was the main cause of this.

"They wouldn't avenge her, won't they?" Jaune said bitterly as he knew his father wouldn't bother looking too far into her death.

And the justice system will never come through. Remnant was a world in peril, forever sieged by the blight of Grimm and the fact bandits and other traitors to life are to allowed to exist should be destroyed. The councils of the world are too weak and corrupt to anything about it. The world needed an order for a safe and prosperous society.

"I will avenge you I promise my life on it." Jaune swore to himself as he kissed his mother's forehead.
Jaune turned to his right and found his mother's blade. It was a simple longsword with a black hilt, but it was so much more. It was Mom's most prized possession. It was given to her by his great grandfather as her graduation present so long ago.

Silently Jaune took the blade and never looked back as his eyes flashed yellow before turning back to its usual blue color.

Jaune marched into woods with purpose as he followed the advice the voice gave him until he stumbled upon something out of this world.

It looked like an airship but so much more advanced even though it was covered in moss and foliage he could feel that it was still useable. The ship itself was around 400 meters in length with a massive cathedral-like superstructure it looked like an ancient church but with the gun like protrusions, you could tell it was once a warship.

Jaunce entered the dark ancient warship; Jaune stumbled across ancient writing scratch marks and other rather strange objects. Jaune continued to follow the feeling he had ever since his mother's death and entered what looks like to be the bridge of the ship.

The feeling continued as Jaune instinctually press buttons and pull levers till the ship began to rumble and levitate.

"Wow" was the only Jaune could say as the ship slowly took off into the air and into space.

Jaune continued to look out the window and watched as Remnant slowly became smaller and smaller.

"I'm the first man to reach space " Jaune commented as he felt another heartache with ever simmering rage flowing through him as he realized that he was essentially abandoning everything he once knew for the chance at vengeance and to become strong enough to so he could protect everyone he loved.

"Preparing Hyperdrive Jump." A computerized mumbled as Jaune quickly snapped out his brooding to see that ship entered some sort rift and he was traveling faster than light something mist people thought impossible.

Jaune took a seat on the pilot's chair and watch in fascination as his ship continued to sour through space, Jaune wondered where this ship would take him, but inwardly knew one thing, that this is a new beginning.

Thrawn sat in mediation in his small room surrounded by art collected from the unknown regions. Each piece of art was a unique experience. If one were to truly understand art, one could even understand the thought process of its creator. And if one can understand the thought of the process of its creator one can begin to theorize on the thought process of a species, and from there you can distill their greatest strength and their greatest weaknesses.

Thrawn opened his eyes and walk over to his personal console and began to read through the reports. His face shifted from contemplation to something more calculating as he realized the disastrous effects on the battle of Endor

The Empire has received as a serious blow from the battle of Endor where the Emperor and t were destroyed. Already factions have begun to split off to form their own little splinter groups such as Ardus Kaine's Pentastar Alignment and the fact Isard and Sate Presage were most likely conspiring against each other is unfortunate especially with the threats from outside the galaxy approaching. Unfortunately, he was pinned down for now especially with the denizens of the unknown region being quite hostile.

Suddenly there was blare and red alert sirens began to ring throughout the ship.

Thrawn merely raised an eyebrow as he was curious how a ship ended up in the Niraun system without being detected "Captain have you identified the ship?"

"No, sir these marking- their identification is from the old republic...thousands of years old" The captain replied as he was taken aback by the situation.

Thrawn decided to take a look for himself and found something most curious.

"Pius Dea." Thrawn identified as he began to observe the ship drift ever closer to his Chaf-Class star destroyer. Ever the scholar of history Thrawn knew that near the end of Pius Dea's rule over the old republic many ships were sent into deep space with no way to get back as their ships have been sabotaged. So this leaves the question of is this ship still inhabited by whatever is left to the Pius Dea or was it simply floating coffin?

"Excuse me, sir?"

"That ship is a Pius Dea Cathedral Battleship." Thrawn clarified.

"Captain I would like you to scan the ship for life." Thrawn ordered softly as the mystery of this battleship began to intrigue him.

"Yes, sir." The captain responded over the intercom before ordering a scan for life.

As the results came, Thrawn began to have an ever so faint smile as the mystery became even more interesting with their being one passenger on board.

"Captain, Prepare a boarding party." Thrawn ordered as he began to make his way to the hangar.

As the shuttle docked with hold battleship, Thrawn was the first one to enter the many millennia battleship as he began to shift his red eyes one sight to another. It was quite rare to find a ship this old still operational and intact.

"Captain I would like to tour the ship alone so secure our point of entry, after all, there is no sense in appearing hostile to our visitor." He said as he began to walk through the dark ancient ship alone.

"Yes, sir." The captain saluted as he began to order his men to form a perimeter.

Thrawn continued his journey into the ancient battleship until he stumbled upon the bridge and entered it.

As soon as he entered the bridge he was met with a sword to his throat as he used his peripheral vision to spot a young human boy with blonde hair and dirty clothing holding a sword to his throat. Not what he expected but workable.

Using years of experience of being in the Chiss and Imperial armed forced Thrawn schooled his features and began to talk to the boy.

"There is no need to be violet. I am more interested in talking to you as I find this ship has quite the interesting art." Thrawn said dreamily as he pointed towards the ceiling of the bridge.

The boy quickly glanced up and saw the mural of a human slaying a Duro before turning his attention back to him.

Thrawn observed the boys reaction and found that the boy was most definitely interested in mural which meant this boy was most likely not directly connected to the Pius Dea as the boy did not see vindicated or proud, and the fact the boy hasn't made a move to kill him yet leads to the idea this boy perhaps stumbled upon this ship on a backwater world. Which made the idea of a Pius Dea crusade in the Empire of the Hand or the Chiss Accedancy unlikely.

"The Mural is a scene from 25th Pius Dea Crusade. You can tell the Human warrior is showing the Duro no mercy as the wound he inflicted on the Duro is a crippling one rather than a fatal one. Do you know why?" Thrawn asked as observed the boy's reaction.

The boy did not respond but his silence was all Thawn needed "It's rather simple really the Pius Dea was interested in the destruction of alien races but relished in their suffering as well. Such aggressive and short-sighted culture tends to believe their natural superiority is all they needed, but this was their downfall for you see they underestimated their opposition and they paid dearly for it." Thrawn concluded before asking civilly "If I may ask would you kindly remove your sword as I feel like we can a very productive conversation."

"Fine, but I still don't trust you." The boy said as he pulled away from his sword and took a seat.

"You do not need to trust me to have a conversation." Thrawn smiled as handed the boy his blaster.

"Why?" the boy curiously asked as he began to furrow his brows in utter confusion at his gesture.

"Because I trust you." Thrawn said as he continued to smile as he had a feeling on what type a person the boy is thought to be safe he handed him an empty blaster and he still had his hidden knife just in case.

"You shouldn't." the boy replied.

"Perhaps." Thrawn agreed before countering "But let's make this a fair exchange I will ask a question and then you answer, then I will answer any question you have and we repeating till you are satisfied."

The boy pondered his offer before agreeing to his proposal.
"What do you think of the mural." Thrawn started off with.

"It's interesting." The boy evenly replied as he took another look at the mural.

"Interesting indeed, your turn." Thrawn replied.

"What are you?" the boy asked

"I am a Chiss" Thrawn replied back smoothly giving away no details on his origins.

"Chiss." the boy said to himself.

"Have you ever seen a different sentient species before?" Thrawn returned.

"Um, I have seen a Faunus before." the boy revealed.

"I see." Thrawn said to himself as he cataloged that information for later.

"Who are you?" the boy asked seriously as his eyes flashed yellow or moment signaling to Grand Admiral that the game was over and that this boy is even more interesting than he initially thought.

"Who am I is a good question. Judging from answers and reactions this is your first time in space isn't it?"

"I asked the question." Jaune replied.

"Indeed you did, but to explain myself to you I need a yes or no answer." Thrawn smoothly countered.

"Yes."

"I see, I am Grand Admiral Thrawn leader of the Empire of the Hand and I have an offer for you." Thrawn said as he offered a hand to the boy.

"An offer?" Jaune repeated as he stared the red-eyed admiral.

"Yes, I believe we can help each other." Thrawn stated.

"How so?" the boy questioned skepticism rang in his voice.

"You see the Hand could use officers and I believe you fit the task." Thrawn answered.

"What would I get out of this?" Jaune asked as he wanted all the details.

"When I first saw you I thought you were a scared ordinary boy, but when I looked into your eyes I saw pain, I saw desperation, but importantly the drive to better yourself for your cause." Thrawn answered before continuing on "I am offering you a military education to be an officer, and I will personally see to your needs."

"I believe you, but I have a feeling there something a bit more you are not saying, Grand Admiral, if may ask what is the other reason you want me to join your Empire?" The boy asked.

Thrawn began to smile at youth and replied candidly "It seems my intuition is correct, the powers you have are of interest to the Empire of the Hand and I believe I have the materials needed to develop your powers."

The boy stood for a moment before mumbling to himself a few words before answering "How long do you intend to keep me?"

"Three years minimum, if you want to leave after, I will provide you the necessary resources to go out into the galaxy on your own," Thrawn stated as he was confident that the boy would stay longer than the minimum amount years he requested.

The boy approached him and took the hand he offered him a few minutes ago and said" Very well...My name is Jaune Arc."

"Jaune Arc welcome to the Empire of the Hand." Thrawn said as he believed he secured a valuable asset for what's to come.

Author's notes

Dark Empire and the Thrawn trilogy is superior to sequel trilogy. So I'll be using more legends then cannon in this story. Anyway Episode 9 is out and I hope you enjoy it so far initial reactions are mixed.

Jaune is 10 at the start of the story and the year is 4 ABY.

The Chaf Star destroyer is a ship from an Empire at war mod called Thrawn's revenge go check it out its a highly entertaining mod that covers legends post Endor galactic civil war till around Pellaeon signs the treaty that brings the war to an end.

The next Story to be updated will be Grand Adventure.