Team JNPR is another team of first years at Beacon Academy led by Jaune Arc. It’s members are

Jaune Arc

Nora Valkyrie

Pyrrha Nikos

Lie Ren

Ever since the start school, they have had a connection with the members of team RWBY. Even within the dormitory, the two team’s rooms are right across from each other.

Currently in said room is everyone except their esteemed leader.

“So why hasn’t Jaune returned yet?” Pyhrra asked Lie Ren who had just come back from his trip to the SIC exhibition.

“I had tried contacting him through the scroll but I can’t get through ….. is it true there was an accident there?”

“That’s what I heard too. I had something else to do so I was separated from Jaune, but the entire event was canceled and I was evacuated.”

Pyrrha’s bright green eyes clouded with worry from those words.

Pyrrha Nikos, a tall beauty with clear green eyes and red crimson hair, she was already well known as an accomplished student even before coming here to Beacon.

For some reason, she was not chosen to be the team leader, that went to the scruffy blonde Jaune Arc. However, Pyrrha never voiced one complaint and dedicated herself to the support of her leader.

“…..It’s probably fine but just to be sure we should go look for him. Ren, can you show me where the exhibition was?”

Ren knew this would happen from the moment Pyrrha asked him where Jaune was.

“REN WELCOME BACK!”

Suddenly the bathroom door was thrown open and out charged a girl, and with great force rushed to Ren and hugged him. Or more accurately she turned her whole body into a battering ram that ran straight into him.

“Where did you and Jaune go? So Pyrrha you were saying? Oh ya, now I remember, you said a pancake competition! Were the pancakes tasty? Pancake!? Why didn’t you invite me? You know I would want to go! Meanie!”

The girl currently clinging to Ren’s arm while voicing her complaints is Nora Valkyrie, the N of team JNPR. Currently, in her pajamas, this girl always goes through life at her own pace.

“I did try inviting you, you just wouldn’t wake up.”

“Really? Is that what happened? Oh oh, where’s Jaune?”

Ren, again, recounted his experiences that day to Nora, how he and Jaune went their separate ways, that an accident happened and how currently Jaune can’t be contacted.

“Is that it, then you shouldn’t go look for Jaune!”

“Uhhh, but …”

In a whirlwind of motion, Nora instantly plunges into their closet.

“We need someone here …”

Now holding clothes and her weapon she returns back into the bathroom.

“In case Jaune …”

Coming out from the bathroom Nora had changed to her familiar combat attire. Now she sports a black vest with a pink skirt, and in in the middle of her blouse was her characteristic heard shaped cut out. In addition slung over her shoulder was her favourite weapon

“Comes back first!”

Not stopping for a moment, Nora rushes out of the room with the force of a typhoon, slamming the door after her. Ren pinches the bridge of his nose, having been with Nora for so long he knows that in moments like this, the only thing you can do is just play along with her.

Pyrrha meanwhile can only smile wryly.

“I guess it can’t be helped, I’ll stay here and wait for Jaune. Ren, you go with Nora.”

“Got it. Call us if he comes back.”

Just as Ren puts his hand on the doorknob he gets startled as the door opens by itself.

Smiling sweetly through the door was Nora who had just moments ago rushed out.

“I found Jaune!”

As if presenting a cat she had just found, Nora holds out the hand of Jaune Arc.

“Jaune! What happened? We heard there was an accident and …”

Jaune suddenly grabs the shoulders of Pyrrha who had rushed over.

“Jaune?”

“Pyrrha, we’re going to a tropical island!”

“Huh?” Resonated his three teammates. Undeterred Jaune shows them the crumpled tickets in his hand.

“Look! I have enough for four people so the entire team can go. It’s an all inclusive stay at a tropical island resort right by the beach!”

The three members start reading the words written on the tickets.

“So you were late getting these?” Asked Pyrrha suspiciously.

After thinking for a bit Jaune replied, “Ya.”

“…. I see. That’s great Jaune, Thank you.”

Hearing Pyrrha’s polite thanks, Jaune scratches his head with a bashful expression. Ren, however, calmly starts reading the schedule and map written on the tickets.

“This ticket is only valid for a ship leaving tomorrow morning. That doesn’t leave us with a lot of time to prepare.”

Ren looks back to his childhood friend and says “Nora also …”

The words get stuck in his throat. Nora was no longer wearing her battle attire nor did she have her weapon either. She was now wearing a short sleeved t-shirt over top a swimsuit, a snorkel on her head, a beach ball and water donut in each hand, and flippers on her feet.

Having frozen Ren in place by her instant change of wardrobe Nora lets out an exuberant shout.

“YAY A VACATION!”

Part 6

Dust, Aura, Semblance.

These things allowed man to protect themselves from the darknesses that surrounded them.

And in their struggle against the shadows, there has always been an existence that held ‘power’ to ward off the disasters of the world.

Hunters.

Every hunter is a skilled warrior utilizing both their weapon and their Aura.

With the combination of semblance and their special weapons, a hunter has the power comparable to a small army. That power is usually used for the protection of people from the creatures of Grimm.

In the harsh world of Remnant, Hunters are the shields that protect humanity.

The prospective hunters that sign up at Academies, they are the hope for future generations.

However … power and skill, they do not always reside in those souls that are righteous.

Part 7

“So in other words, the partnership that we have so diligently been working on will now have to be remade.”

Roman Torchwick, a young man that wore a white coat and a black hat, said this as he points his cigar with an air of superiority. His features could be described as chiseled or handsome yet his expression always exuded his underlying pride and conceit.

When asked to describe him in one word, ‘Shady’ would be the most natural thing to respond with. But given his history as a well-known criminal within the underground, it was to be expected.

“Hey! Hey!” Yells a man in the crowd facing Roman. He was a man looking in his forties, his shining combed hair and equally glossy mustache were most likely styled with many chemicals. Just looking at this man, Roman already felt his stress building.

“It almost sounds like you are trying to voice a complaint, Roman.”

Sizing up the man Roman wanted to comment about the style and appearance of the uniform he wore. However, all his subordinates behind him wore the same thing so he decided it must be some kind of local trend. Truly a backwater place within the world.

While true Roman always kept an eye on to the aesthetics of his business partners, he would never let something like bad hair be the deal breaker in any business negotiation.

“What you showed us, what we requested. They were never delivered. That’s why we are starting over.”

“However Roman Torchwick … the failure of that agreement, that was on you. Despite saying you were one of us and shared our cause, you never once told us what you were planning.”

“Please don’t bring personal beliefs and morals to a business agreement. I do not disagree with your way of thinking, you do not disagree with mine. Isn’t that what running a business is all about?”

“Our leadership has shown great disappointment in your treachery, and personally, I think you’re nothing but a hoodlum. Oh, excuse me, I should show more gratitude to the fact that bringing someone of your particular history has not sullied our noble ideology yet.”

With a sigh, Roman looks up at the dark night sky, from the grounds of the warehouse district he could clearly see the countless fragments of the broken moon above Remnant. If it was ok up there, why can’t I throw this ingrate to the winds as well?

“Okay, fine.” Roman drops his cigar onto the floor and snuffs it out with the tip of his cane. Taking a quick look at the clock he notes that time is up.

“If negotiations have failed then so be it. It was a pleasure doing business with you, now if you will excuse me I have a ride to catch.”

“Wait.”

Sounds of footsteps and unsheathed weapons fill the air as the men form up around Roman, all pointing their rifles at his head.

“I’m afraid you will have to come with us … you know too much.”

“Afraid I’ll talk?”

“Excuse me if I don’t trust you.”

“…. Hmph.”

Roman just shrugs his shoulders like this was a minor inconvenience. He then detaches the handle from the briefcase he was carrying, dropping it to the floor. Roman then proceeds to kicks the briefcase to the feet of the opposing man.

Bewildered the man looks down at the case raising an eyebrow.

“And this is?”

“The solution to every problem. You take that and you’ll let me go.”

“Money?” Said the man with deep distain written on his face.

“Grab it.” He instructs his men. “However we won’t be honouring your demands. …. Take him.”

Following orders, the men start closing in on Roman.

If they had known Roman Torchwick better, they would not have tried such an action. Even in this dire situation where he was surrounded, Roman had no doubt written on his face and even wore a smug expression.

As the grunts picked up the briefcase the lid opened by itself. Inside was not rows upon rows of bills as one thought, but instead one single red shining crystal. A dust crystal …an unrefined raw dust crystal.

Pointed towards the dust in the case, the tip of Roman’s cane emits a pop sound as it opens.

“It’s not money that solves problems, it’s firepower.”

From the cane shoots out a red projectile that crashes into the dust held in the briefcase. The reaction was instant, red light starts to pour out from the little crystal.

And just like that the dust explodes blowing the surrounding men away.

Throwing away the handle of the briefcase, he starts whistling.

“Goodnight dear fools! It’s regrettable but our meeting has to come to a close as my ride has just arrived.”

From the dark sky, illuminated only by the crumbling moon, descends a single aircraft. From the opened cargo hold a rope is thrown out and falls to the ground. Roman grabs the rope and hangs his cane off a fixture on the rope.

“Don’t let him escape! Catch him!” Groaned the crawling mustached man who had luckily avoided the brunt of the explosions. However, there were barely any men left standing after the explosion.

In contrast to the groaning group in front of him, the lively Roman bids farewell with a wave of his hat as his body is lifted to the aircraft.

Within the cargo hold manning the winch were a group wearing white masks. These men that had ears and horns like beasts, all looked like humans mixed with animals. They all wore the same white jacket with a sigil of a red wolf on their backs, the symbol of the White Fang, an extremist group of Faunus.

“Glad you’re safe boss.”

“We won’t see those guys again, we’re through with them.”

“I knew from the beginning that working with them was going to end badly.”

The men said as they helped Roman into the safety of the cargo hold.

As the aircraft slowly ascends over the warehouse, Roman looks down as his ex-business partner shrink smaller and smaller. He can’t help but give them a sneer as he flies away.

“……………..?”

Within the darkness of the deserted warehouse district, Roman noticed a figure appear out of the shadows. It was just one person but it was someone Roman recognized.

“You …”

Roman Torchwick was a man who had been in fights many times before. He has fired his weapon countless times and faced just as many dangers.

He survived all of those encounters by listening to his instincts.

“FLY UP NOW!”

The lone figure prepares a long looking item. Realizing that they wouldn’t make it, Roman braces for the impact to come.

With a thunderous roar, a pillar of light shoots out from the ground, clipping the wing of the aircraft and burning it.

Despite not taking a direct hit, the aircraft shakes violently. Was it fire that hit them? Lightning? Both? If it was him, it could have been any of those things.

The aircraft, having been damaged by the attack, starts to list and drops in altitude smoke billowing from the damaged wing. Within it could be heard the shouts and screams of all the Faunus inside.

“……………….”

Roman leans against the wall of the listing plane and lights a new cigar with his favourite lighter.

“This is going on your tab, Faultry.” Murmurs Roman looking to his side at the lone shadowy figure on the ground.