"RC-1104 did not take 83's promotion well, as we expected. However, I had a talk with her in private about the situation, and it has been resolved. Obvious personality issues aside, Oh-Four is a model soldier. She shown clear proficiency in hacking and slicing into hardened security systems. Note: I advise we remove the terminal from the living quarters, Weiss and Velvet have been gambling on who can breach the secure Kaminoan mainframe. While amusing at first, the progress they have made is beginning to worry me. Weiss has also done quite well in first aid exercises, outclassing her comrades in all things medical. Sergeant Xiao Long, out."- Audio Log report by Tai-Yang Xiao Long. Kamino, 5 years BBG.

RAS Beacon. 14 days ABG

"To what do I owe the pleasure, Sergeant Branwen?"

Jedi Master Ozpin sat behind a desk, a steaming mug of coffee in front of him, as he calmly stared at the man in front of him. He was an older man, with a head full of white hair, a pair of glasses resting on his nose. he was dressed in simple robes, a reminder of his status.

"Tell me, General Ozpin, are you aware of the terror attacks on Coruscant?"

Qrow Branwen was anxiously drumming his fingers on his knee, instinctively nervous to be around a Jedi. Mandalorians and Jedi had a history, and a bloody one at that.

"No, I'm afraid I haven't. Been a bit busy with all this." Ozpin replied, gesturing towards the room they were in, making it clear what his priorities were.

"Well sir, in the last two weeks since the war began, there have been two terror attacks on Coruscant. Both are small targets. A tram station, or a small grocery store. Both attacks were explosive in nature, and we believe that they are connected. Now while both attacks only had around a dozen casualties, we are afraid that the attackers will begin to destroy bigger targets. Cause some real damage."

"That sounds terrible Sergeant. Unfortunately anti-terror isn't my specialty."

"That's the thing General. I'm aware just how much you have on your plate, so I'm offering to take this one out."

"What are you saying?"

Qrow leaned forward, knowing that this next moment was pivotal.

"I'm saying that I can deal with this."

"You, one man, can take out a terror cell in the heart of the Republic?"

"Not alone. I'll need help. And that's where you come in."

Ozpin just sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I'm not going to like this, am I?"

"I need you to allow teams RWBY, JNPR, and members of SSSN to come to Coruscant with me."

"First, let's just ignore the fact that you're asking me to dispatch two commando squads, and an ARC team, for this op. Why exactly do you want these specific teams? Why not Iota, or Gamma?"

"Team's RWBY and JNPR preformed the best in these form of exercises in training, and they share a unique chemistry, making them the best selection."

"And SSSN? Why them?"

"I know what Sage and Scarlet are doing, so I'm only asking for Sun and Neptune."

Ozpin leaned forward, a stern look on his face.

"The locations of operatives Sage and Scarlet are classified. You are not supposed to know where they are."

"I have my ways. So what do you say?"

Ozpin sat back into his chair, rubbing his temple, as if all of a sudden a headache had befallen him. Qrow wouldn't blame him if he had gotten a headache, actually. Qrow was known to cause those.

"What will this operation entail?"

"Complete black-ops. No one knows where we are, or what we're doing. Do you Jedi have a no-prisoner policy?"

Ozpin looked genuinely disgusted at that question, and Qrow feared he had gone too far.

"Of course not!" Ozpin said indignantly.

"We're implementing one. We'll need supplies too. Can I count on the GAR to foot the bill?"

"Yes, but if I see an expensive steak dinner on the receipt, you and I are going to have a serious discussion."

That actually made Qrow laugh, which surprised him about as much as it surprised Ozpin. Maybe this Jedi isn't so bad.

"Will that be all, Sergeant Qrow?"

Qrow stood up and walked away, eager to get to work.

"Yes, sir."

Calling a Jedi sir? I'm going soft.

Kamino. 10 Years BBG

"What the fuck."

It was pouring rain outside, Qrow could see it through the windows. He could see the flash of lightning, and even if he couldn't hear the thunder through the soundproofed walls, he could feel it through the floor. Apparently it only stopped raining on Kamino a few days out of the year, but the poor weather wasn't the cause for Qrow's swearing. No, it was the sight in front of him that caused him to curse.

In front of Qrow, through a view screen, were pods. Millions of them. And they were filled with blobs, and when he had looked closer, he had noticed that the blobs were kids.

"Something wrong Qrow?"

Qrow turned to see the face of a man he despised.

"James." He spat, turning away and looking back at the pods in front of him. What the fuck have you done Qrow?

"Now now, no need for hostilities. Especially if we're supposed to live here for the foreseeable future." James Ironwood said, standing next to Qrow.

"You know anything about this? About these, kids?" Qrow struggled to finish his sentence, unable to keep up with all that was happening.

"What do you want to know?"

"We were brought here to raise an army. Jango asked us to come here, and train an army. So what the fuck is going on in front of me?"

"We are going to raise an army. They just have to make them first."

"Make them?"

"These are clones, Qrow. Accelerated aging. They'll be ready soon enough."

"Who are they clones of?"

"The normal troopers are clones of Jango, but the special ops soldiers, the one we're here to train, well that's a bit more complicated."

Qrow looked at him, curiosity evident in his expression. "What do you mean, more complicated?"

"Remember how Jango asked you for some DNA a while back?"

"You have got to be fucking kidding me."

"Don't worry, there's not going to be a thousand Qrows running around. It's a melting pot. Little bit of Qrow, little bit of someone else. 100% soldier."

"This is fucked James."

Ironwood laughed at that, slapping Qrow on the shoulder before striding off.

"Nothing's ever easy, is it?"

RAS Beacon. 14 days ABG

Ruby let out a sigh of relief as she felt Redwing dock the dropship in the hangar bay of the Beacon. RWBY had made it off of Fest, and Ruby was looking forward to some sleep before her team got shipped off to some other planet no one had ever heard of.

Yang was the first one out the door, and the team quickly followed her, eager for food and sleep.

"Look, it's the rainbow brigade."

Ruby turned to see four commandos in stark white combat armor staring at her and her team, helmets off, a smirk on the face of the one she presumed had just called her team out.

"Problem?" She said, as her team stood behind her.

"Nah, just making an observation to my friends here about the individualism you Vale soldiers show. A little obnoxious, don't you think?"

"You Atlesian brats are all the same. You have about as much individualism as the droids, you know that?" Yang stepped in pointing a finger at the smug clone talking to her.

"Yeah, well maybe if you sods had spent more time training and less time painting, more of you would have made it off Geono-."

He was interrupted by Yang taking two steps forward, grabbing his collar, rearing her head back, and slamming it down on his.

A loud crack split the air as he fell to the floor, blood streaming from his nose, some of it on Yang's helmet.

Ruby was shocked when Weiss stepped forward, and instead of restraining Yang like Ruby expected her to, delivered a vicious forearm to one of the other commandos, and he stumbled back, blood pouring from his lip.

Blake had stepped forward, fists raised, ready to brawl, and Ruby found herself readying a fighting stance, when a loud voice halted the commandos where they stood.

"ENOUGH!"

Yang and Weiss immediately stood down, standing alongside Ruby and Blake, as a familiar figure entered the room.

Qrow Branwen strode in front of the team, looking down at the commando who Yang had head-butt.

"If there's one thing I had more than disrespecting the dead, it's infighting." He said, and to his credit, the soldier on the ground stared right back at Qrow, seemingly unafraid.

Qrow turned and faced Ruby, giving her a disapproving look.

"Sergeant, take your team and follow me. You lot scram before I come back here." He said, pointing at the Atlas commandos.

Qrow walked out of the room, RWBY in tow.

"Sarge, I didn't know you were onboard the Beacon." Weiss said, as Qrow looked at Yang and gave her a withering glare.

"The hell was that about Yang? You lose your damn mind?" They were stopped now, as Qrow yelled at his former trainee.

"They started it Sarge. Disrespecting CRDL and everyone else we lost out there."

"That does not justify violent retaliation! And you!" He turned to face Weiss, who shrunk back a little, unused to this behavior.

"You get a hot head too Four? I thought you were the collected one of the group, but I guess I was wrong."

He turned back around, storming towards a room. Weiss looked at Yang, a bewildered look on her face, as Ruby followed Qrow, her team behind her.

They entered the room to see Qrow leaning against a table, ten chairs set in a semi-circle in front of the table.

"Sit." He said, gesturing towards the chairs.

The team sat down, and Ruby raised her hand.

Qrow rolled his eyes, nodding at her. "Yeah?"

"Are we expecting company Sarge?"

"Yeah, JNPR should be joining us soon."

Ruby took a moment, before raising her hand again.

"Fucks sake Ruby, you don't have to raise your hand."

"If we're just expecting JNPR, how come there's ten chairs? We should only need eight."

Qrow sighed, putting his head in his hands.

"Just, don't worry about it Ruby. Okay?"

Ruby just nodded, as the room fell into silence.

A few minutes later, Jaune walked into the room, his team trailing behind him.

"Take a seat." Qrow said, as JNPR filed in, Jaune nodding towards RWBY.

"Alright guys, here's the deal. I'm running an anti-terror op, and I need your help."

The commandos sat in silence, before Jaune tentatively raised his hand, causing the members of RWBY to snicker.

"Yes, Jaune."

"What exactly do you mean?"

"Ever been to Coruscant?"

The commandos just shook their heads.

"Basically, there's a terror cell in Coruscant that needs putting down. I can't do it alone. So you eight, Sun, Neptune, and Tai are gonna help me take it out."

"Sergeant Xiao Long is a part of this?" Yang asked, excited to see her favorite training Sergeant again.

"Tai and the two ARC's are already on Coruscant setting up our base of operations."

"What are we going to do?" Pyrrha asked hesitantly, not sure of the situation.

"You'll help with recon, figure out where the cell is, and take them out."

The room fell back into silence, as the squads pondered their new assignment.

"It'll be hard work, but I know you can do it." Qrow said, walking towards the door, before stopping and pointing at Yang.

"Clean that blood off your helmet Yang."

"Jaune has blood on his armor!" Yang said indignantly.

Jaune looked down at his armor, more specifically, the blood stains on his chest piece, and then raising his left arm in front of his face to look at the dried blood running down his gauntlets.

"Despite the disturbing fact that Jaune does have blood on his armor, the blood on his armor isn't from fellow clones."

Yang threw her arms up in exasperation, as Qrow walked out of the room.

"Your dropship leaves in thirty minutes. Dismissed."

A/N: Hey guys, Heil96 back again! Ozpin as a Jedi Master was an incredibly easy decision to make, and sorry Breads, but you called it wrong. Ozpin will not be having a major role in this fic, just showing up every now and then. Yang and Weiss are stepping it up with the mental instability game, bringing the pain for those poor Atlas saps. I have big plans for the terror arc, should be fun! We'll see some more familiar faces, and some of Qrow back on Kamino raising the commandos/ SSSN. Really looking forward to what's coming up, and I had a great time writing this chapter! Hope you guys enjoyed, and leave a review if you have feedback! Shout out to all the beautiful people who have faved/ followed this story! Love you all! That's all I have this week, see you lovely folk on Monday, around noon CST!

Team RWBY

RC-1183 Ruby, Sergeant Rank

RC-1104 Weiss, Private

RC-1170 Blake, Private

RC-1126 Yang, Private

Team JNPR

RC-1390 Jaune, Sergeant Rank

RC-1163 Nora, Private

RC-8051 Pyrrha, Private

RC-2223 Ren, Private

Team SSSN

ARC S-11 Sun, Captain Rank

ARC S-07 Scarlet, Lieutenant Rank

ARC S-12 Sage, Sergeant Rank

ARC S-10 Neptune, Lieutenant Rank

Other

Qrow Branwen, Mandalorian Warrior. Former Training Sergeant in the GAR

Vode An

Heil96, out.