ADAPTATION- Jaune Of The Imperium (RWBY x WH40K)

Chapter 1 -When the bells rang still...

Hi, Yeah its been a little while
almost done with school and tuned into sandy mitchells books for some R&R. Gotta say folks give it a read

right, This chapter is when we get to see Jaune actually

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Looking down from one of the palace window's is an old man. His hair gray with only a hint of yellow blond in them. They have long since faded. The responsibilities of command has known to accelerate natural aging proses. After 90 years of war, only the God-Emperor knows why his hair haven't fallen off.

His augmented eye focuses on one of the shooting stars and the old man sighs. Even without the specialized ocular zoom function of the unique piece of archaeotech, he could se-

Nay.

Feel the orbital battle raging on a few minutes ago. That is why he has not been to sleep where most of the regiment commanders have already turned in for the night. This man however did not, choosing to pour over the feudal city's map and defensive work schematics to find something. Anything. That might give edge whatever will come their way

He moves back to his grand table from the window. a single thunk from the amasec bottle rings out in the large room. Festooned with charts and troop displacements, Commander Jaune Arc of the 224th Kerkrader Regiment, chooses now would be an apt time to taste this world's excuse for amasec. Pouring the liquid into 5 glasses, he does not respond immediately when a knock was heard from the large wooden double doors.

"Enter"

A city guard wearing primitive stele armour and chainmail opens the door and seems out of breath. His sword still in its scabbard, hanging from his waist. The insignia from his gambeson indicate that he was one of the guard captains of the western walls, if his memory served him right. Following him was one of the staff officers, a Lieutenant, from the local Planetary defence forces. She was bone pale and her face was that of panic.

"Sir! Communicae from Admiral Nouva." At once the lieutenant remembered that you're suppose to salute first then give a report when asked. Fortunately, Jaune was not a complete stickler for protocol. He had commissars for that.

"Yes, Go on lieutenant" Jaune said while sipping his amasec. Not bad, he told himself.

"A Heretic Fleet has jumped into system. Initial skirmishes indicate that they outnumber Admiral Nouva's Fleet 2 to 1."

The Lord Commander finished his drink and poured himself another glass. Jaune looks at the Captain and points at him with his glass, already half empty.

The town guard captain took a knee and reported with his head down. "Sire, we have also received riders from neighbouring cities that the heretic uprising at Faen was not destroyed and that their armies are heading this way."

"Arise good Captain" the old man said. Both power and compassion strong in his voice.

"Alert the Duke of this and for him to meet me here. And lieutenant, Assemble the commanders for a briefing here in 5 minutes"

A bow and a Yes sir later, jaune found himself alone in the war room. A moment of relief found him. As he was knew that this was bound to happened. Paeocito was the major hub of movement between the Caldera woods and the major agricultural countryside of Orvags. He felt lucky that the presiding lord here was not a bumbling idiot, born into power through nepotism and corruption, rather a grizzled veteran of 4 campaigns against the ork hordes that plague southern half of the continent. The citizens were all loyal to imperium and his regimental psykers didn't see much of anything in their minds so it was all perfect.