A quick rundown on the military structure/political standings for Remnant. I am basing Vale mostly on the US Navy, as it's what I'm most familiar with (through TV shows, mostly but it's better than nothing). Their tactics and some of their equipment will differ slightly as Vale and the US have different tactical situations that they deal with more often. For example, The Vale Navy focuses more on anti-air and anti-ship threats to combat nevermore and as-of-yet unnamed nautical Grimm. Their guns also provide support to huntsmen fighting the more common Grimm on land, hence the second 5" gun. For the time being, I don't have an analogous country for the other three kingdoms, but if they become more prominent, I may make one. As for politics, the four kingdoms are basically allies. The navies serve to protect ship convoys from Grimm and occasional pirate/terrorist/White Fang attacks (we'll hear more on them later in the story).

Arc is basically an Arleigh Burke flight 2a (you can Google it pretty easily for a picture, the links on here are weird and hard for me to understand) with the rear missile tubes replaced by another 5" cannon

Beta: Mjola of Penn (so if anything is wrong, blame this scrub)

VNS ARC, DD-51

OFF THE COAST OF VYTAL, ON REGULAR PATROL

"Captain, we're getting a call from the CCT. Sir, it's the new council chairman." A young ensign's voice echoed over the intercom.

The captain sighed, then hit his own intercom "Put him through." knowing full well that any call from the new chairman would be a pain in his ass. He pulled out his command scroll.

The captain was greeted by the scroll starting up, then showing the standard background before being connected to a video call. "Good morning, captain. I trust your tour has been uneventful?" Ozpin, former headmaster of Beacon, greeted the captain with a mock toast from his ever present mug.

"A few minor Grimm attacks, but nothing major. Huntsmen in this area like to call in a lot of fire support, which keeps us busy. What is it you want?" The captain's voice held a slight tone of annoyance, but Ozpin didn't seem to care.

"Can't I say hello to an old pupil of mine?" Ozpin asked, a mocking hurt tone in his voice.

The captain remained unamused. "You could, but you don't. I was your student for all of two months. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't think we connected that much in that time. You wouldn't be calling me unless you want something, or, being the new chairman, have orders for me. So, what is it you want?" The captain's tone turned slightly harsher, causing Ozpin's smirk to shrink slightly.

"As astute as always. I do have a mission for you. There is an island southeast of Vale, near Mistral that is requesting aid. A large population of Grimm have been assaulting the local village for a few days and the local garrison are having a hard time defending the location." Ozpin's face was replaced by a map of Remnant, zoomed in to show the south eastern quadrant. A light flashed showing the Arc's position, designated DD-51. Another light flashed onto the screen over an island that was soon designated Andyros. The captain plotted a quick, straight line course to the island, hesitating for a moment. He altered the course to run back south along the coast, bringing the ship closer to the air base the transport would likely be sent from. After he added the second leg, which was just a bee-line for Andyros, starting just south of the base's latitude, the captain sent it to the helmsman.

"So you either want me to rain hell on these Grimm as is, or you're sending somebody to help. I'm going to guess the latter, as the former would not require a personal call from the chairman himself." The captain responded lazily, bracing himself as the ship came about and sped up slightly.

"You are correct. I am sending a team of huntsmen to aid in their defense. You will escort them to the island then remain on station to provide fire support and extraction. You will rendezvous with their transport, call sign 'Romeo-two-two' on your way to Andyros. The transport should arrive at that location by 1000 hours." A new blip appeared on the projected course, as he had expected, designated R-22. The captain sent the call sign and rendezvous point to the communications officer who would handle the intercept.

"How many Grimm are on this island?" The captain asked, hoping for a quick mission.

"At least 7 moderate packs. Mostly beowolves and ursi, with one possible murder of nevermore." Intel reports began scrolling across the command scroll, showing the reports from the huntsmen garrison and from a scout huntsmen passing through the area. "The team I am sending is still quite green. They are among this year's graduating class, so the training wheels are still on, as they say." Ozpin stated nonchalantly, sipping from his mug as he finished.

"They graduated THIS year, you said?" The captain's eyes widened slightly at the news. "Which team?"

Ozpin's smirk returned full force. "I believe you are already acquainted with the team. This mission has been assigned to team RWBY."

"You have got to be fucking kidding me." The captain deadpanned.

"You are to escort team RWBY to Andyros and provide assistance as required." Ozpin stated, his tone relaying the no-questions edge his new position granted him.

"I have half a mind to continue my patrol and leave your 'subordinates' to another captain; one who is more experienced and able to put up with their shenanigans." The captain called his bluff, hoping he could just continue on without dealing with the extra headache having RWBY aboard would bring.

"There are no long range airships available to ferry them to the island. Your ship is the most recently resupplied, making it the best option to support RWBY. You are the only means of transport they have." Ozpin stated, closing off all other options for the captain.

"So I've got no choice." The captain shifted uncomfortably in his command chair. "They will abide by ship rules or I will not hesitate to send them back to the mainland and clear the island myself." The captain replied, prodding his finger at the screen.

"I will inform the team. Have a good voyage, captain." Ozpin ended the transmission with another mock toast.

The captain turned to one of the watchmen. "Get me the XO."

"Aye sir." The watchmen made for the ship's intercom and sent a ship-wide call for the XO to report to the bridge.

Within five minutes, the XO stepped through the hatch, the watchmen calling "XO on the bridge." as she stopped next to the command chair.

The XO was an intimidating woman, despite her short stature. 26 year old Commander Emily Hallman stood a full 5'6", a good foot shorter than the captain. Having served in her kingdom's navy for almost ten years engrained a mentality to keep physically fit, and the XO was one of the most fit sailors on the destroyer.

"You called for me, kid." Hallman asked the captain; her smirk, as always, present when speaking to the captain.

The captain stood and motioned for her to follow. "I thought I told you not to call me that." They exited the bridge and made for the captain's office, two decks down. "I need you to clear four bunks for our new guests. Crew quarters will do, if you can find one full room empty. If not, try to squeeze them into VIP or officer housing." The XO nodded.

"I think there's an open room at the moment. I'll set it up. Should I leave mints on their pillows; give them the full five star treatment?" Hallman joked, to the slight annoyance of the captain.

"They'll live without it. These guests are huntresses, after all." Hallman heard the slight bitterness in her captain's voice and decided to drop the joking.

"So that's why we changed course?" The XO asked as they reached the captain's door.

"That's correct. We are escorting these huntresses to the island of Andyros and remaining on station for support and exfil." The captain opened his door and began to enter his office, but paused. "Rouse me at 0950. The bullhead should be on final approach by then."

"Aye, kid." The XO's smirk returned as the captain's door closed behind him.

The captain's shout could be heard through the thin wooden door. "And stop calling me that."

The XO made for the crew quarters to prepare bunks for the huntresses, considering why the captain seemed so against the mission.

BULLHEAD TRANSPORT, CALLSIGN R-22

APROXIMATELY 25 MILES FROM VNS ARC

Ruby felt a light shove of her shoulder wake her, her eyes flicking open lightly. "What's going on?" she asked, yawning the last few syllables.

"The pilot came over the intercom a second ago. We're almost at the rendezvous point with the ship." Blake answered.

"What do we know about this ship's captain?" Weiss asked, hoping she might get a better idea of who their host might be.

"Not much. Ozpin said he's trustworthy, though. We should be okay." Ruby answered, slightly annoyed that her old mentor hadn't given her any more information on the man that would be escorting them to the island.

The pilot's voice crackled over the intercom. "The Arc is in sight. If you haven't already, stow your gear. She's hauling ass, so it may get a little bumpy." Ruby looked to Weiss with a bit of confusion present in her facial features.

"He means to secure your gear. Military slang is crude, but efficient." She replied as Ruby 'ohed' in understanding.

"Does anyone else find it weird that the ship we are headed for is named after Jaune's family?" Yang piped up, making sure she was securely strapped in.

Weiss was the first to reply. "Not really. Even if he was in inadequate huntsman that washed out of Beacon, many of his ancestors were renowned huntsmen." Weiss's tone remained as snooty as usual, but her team-mates thought they noticed a faint trace of disappointment in her voice. "To think he couldn't pass combat school before entering into Beacon. It's almost shameful." The team sat in an uncomfortable silence for a moment before the pilot interjected over the intercom once more. "Five minutes to the deck."

A sharp knock came from the captain's office door. He raised his head from his paperwork to see the XO peeking in. "The bullhead is almost here. We should head down to the flight deck."

"Right." The captain stowed his paperwork and grabbed his standard navy bdu cover on the way out of the room. As they made their way through the ship, they began to hear the drone of the bullhead's engines grow closer. They reached the edge of the landing platform as the airship started to descend for landing. The captain and XO stood near the edge of the landing platform, letting the flight crew do their jobs.

As the bullhead touched down, crewmen rushed to secure the landing struts to the deck so that the transport didn't slide off the ship. Another pair of sailors moved the refueling hose to the bullhead so that it could make it back to shore. The main cargo doors opened, and another sailor directed the passengers in the captain's direction. The four huntresses made their way over to the waiting officers, then stopped in front of them.

The XO spoke first, drawing their attention. "Welcome to the VNS Arc. I am Commander Emily Hallman, XO. This is Captain-"

She was cut off as Ruby turned to the captain. As she did, she thought she recognized him, taking in his short blonde hair barely sticking out of his cover, his cerulean blue eyes almost glaring at her.

"Jaune?!"

Fun Fact: DD-51 is the hull number of the USS Arleigh Burke, the ship her class is named for.

The standard navy bdu(battle dress uniform) is the blue camouflage the US Navy currently uses on their ships.

Also, Jaune is in fact 6'6", according to the height chart. If I hadn't mashed the first two chapters I had written out together, Hallman's height would have been a hint to the captain's identity.

VNS stands for Vale Naval Ship, just so we are clear. Someone mentioned in my one-shot fic that since Vale is a kingdom, it should be HMS, but I think it makes more sense my way. If all four kingdoms have navies (which they do, just maybe not showing up in the fic, TBD) everyone having a prefix of HMS would be confusing, so they differentiated themselves for simplicity's sake.

So yeah, let me know what you think everyone. I came up with this idea practically as I was writing my entry for JanMonCon. I'll be spreading my time over this, my OC fanfic, and the Simple Soul reboot when I have something I want to write for one, so it may be awhile before I can post anything again. If this is popular enough, I may release chapters as they are finished and approved by my mighty beta, Mjola of Penn.

Amon, just because you are so difficult, I decided to reply to your review here. I did use a few resources (Wikipedia mostly, but a few of my friends are Navy) to get slang right. As for Jaune being a captain at the ripe age of 21 (approximately, the age I'll be using) I have a reason and when I update sometime soon, you'll see why. As you can guess, RWBY is abit interested in why Jaune is in the navy, so questions will be answered.