Even the mightiest fall eventually.

No matter how strong a person is, no matter how many friends or enemies they have, they still die in the end.

It is the inescapable end that everyone eventually reaches, even the mightiest of warriors reach this end. It is quite humbling actually, to think that even the poorest of people and the richest all have the same end.

Some have tried to escape this end, but as discussed previously, this is a futile effort.

Even whole civilizations are not free from this curse. Civilizations that were so advanced that they couldn't even comprehend the fact that they were slowly killing themselves.

Then when they eventually do die out, their memories are forgotten, and all their advancements are lost to time. Their once great cities fall into ruin, and are regarded as heathen ruins to Eldridge Gods.

Then they return to dust, as all things eventually do.
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"He's late"

That one statement was the only thing said by the order of the crossed keys as they sat in thick silence in their meeting, awaiting their flamboyant members arrival.

Each member was only a face on a screen to the others, each on separate sides of the world on their own missions towards the unification of mankind.

Ozpin's face was, as always, in the middle of the screen. His face betrayed none of his inner thoughts as he sat calmly at his desk in beacon academy. His title was displayed in bold below his face.

On his right, on her own screen, was Glynda goodwitch, with her stern look the only thing giving away her slight worry. Glynda was good at hiding her emotions, but whenever she was worried she always just let her stern teacher persona take over.

To Ozpin's other side sat General ironwood, who looked worse for wear. His once clean shaven face now had some patchy stubble and his hair was disheveled, a far cry from the well groomed soldier he usually presented himself as. His dark bags under his eyes were also a dead giveaway that he hadn't been properly taking care of himself. Arcs escape and the injury of his most prized specialist cleary had been weighing down on him.

Above Ironwood, also on her own screen similar to Glynda, was Winter Schnee. The specialist was wearing her proper uniform with one bright blue stripe through the center. Unlike her general everything about Winter screamed perfection, her hair clothes even her stance as she stood. Winter had mostly recovered from her defeat at the hands of the arc boy, only a scar remained to remind her of the event.

To winters left stood Headmaster Theodore of shade, who's scared and bearded face stared impassively at the other members. His amber eyes however reflected his annoyance at the whole situation, after all he had been one of the most vocal protesters for Roman not to be sent to hunt down the information. Semblance be dammed, that thief shouldn't be trusted with something as delicate as information gathering.

Of course the only other person who was near and could have been sent at a moments notice was Adam, and that would have been much worse. Speaking of the white fang hero...

Adam's screen was next to Theodore's, his white fang mask, red hair and horns making him stand out a lot when compared to the others members. His mask that covered his upper face hid all his emotions, the only thing that could be read from the man was the slight sneer from his mouth. He was cleary not happy about this meeting, he did have a revolution to run afterall.

Finally to the left of Adam was the unfocused and blood red eyes of Qrow brawen, his drunken haze being felt even through the screen that connected the group. Qrow was the most uninterested of the society in this event, to him it didn't matter much as long as the kingdoms and the patch were safe. Who cared why a kid killed four people?

That was a sentiment shared throughout the society as they sat in thick silence waiting for Roman, why should they care? It was a Grimm line of thinking but it wasn't without merit. People died everyday, why did it matter if a kid killed them? They had more important things to handle, the fate of remnant laid in their hands afterall.

But Ozpin cared, and that was enough for most of the society to at least attempt to show some care towards the subject. Ozpin had yet to lead them astray as their leader, and if the headmaster wanted an answer the society would produce it.

"Of course the thief would be late." Theodore said in a condescending tone "He probably found a bank that he just had to rob."

"Have some faith Theodore." Ozpin said sternly "Roman has done nothing but prove himself in his short stay as apart of the society. Even with his, extra, personality."

Goodwitch scoffed at her bosses words "Extra is putting it lightly."

"Roman is young, much younger then most people who are currently judging him. Should I remind said people where they were at Roman's age?" Ozpin said calmly, his casual threat not going unnoticed by the two others who were talking. Goodwitch and Theodore paled several shades as they backed down.

Their reactions however only fueled Qrow, who began to cackle with laughter at their faces. His reaction was met with a stern stare from Ozpin "Do I need to extend this curtesy to you aswell Qrow?"

That shut the Dark huntsman up real quick, much to Ozpins quite amusement. His amusement was cut short as a sound alerted the society to a person joining the call.

DING

For a few moments there was silence and a black screen, until the camera of a scroll connected and the face of Roman Torchwick appeared on screen.

Immediately the society erupted in angry and annoyed yelling at the thief, who looked quite shaken even before the yelling began. His normally perfect orange hair was incredibly frizzy, something Roman would never allow to happen, and his coat had been draped over whatever he was sitting on. His mouth was set into a thin line instead of the usual smirk.

CRACK

The yelling was silenced by the slamming of Ozpins cane agains the ground, courtesy of the headmaster himself, who looked very tired of this mess.

"Now is not the time for arguing and misplaced blame!" Ozpin reprimanded, his tone stern "Roman, we have been waiting for you, what news do you have from your mission?"

Roman was quiet for awhile, not answering Ozpins question and looking deep in thought. His green eyes were unfocused and staring right passed the screen, he was either deep in thought or completely zoned out.

"You there Roman?" Qrow asked, and that seemed to get the thief out of his stupor.

"I went to dormitory as instructed." Roman said flatly, his voice carrying none of his usual charm "I found the two witnesses and interrogated them, neither were willing, both fought."

"And of the information? What have you learned?" Theodore asked impatiently "don't tell me you were pathetic enough to not learn anything with that semblance of yours?"

Roman's eyes momentarily flickered over to Theodore's screen before continuing "The first one, a man named Angelo Cortez, knew nothing that we didn't already. Though the kid did take him down with just a scalpel." Roman remarked quietly to himself  "the second one however, name was Coral supertes, he knew something we didn't, something that was left out of the report that definitely should have been in it."

"Which was?" Goodwitch said, her impatience starting to show

"He had a book with him while he experimented on the huntsman, it's most likely how he was so thorough in his, dissection of the boys and villagers." Roman said slowly, his voice staying flat and his gaze still looking unfocused.

"And the book was?" Goodwitch again asked, her previous boiling irritation replaced by curiosity.

"The book was called the Works of Tyrian Callows, and I'm sure you can all guess what the contents of this book was.If you can't, well thats on you." Roman said, finishing rather lamely as his voice got lower and lower

There was a shocked silence in the room for a few moments, no movements, words, not even reactions to the information that was just said. Just silence, as each member separately came to their own conclusion from the information that had just been revealed.

Then the silence was filled with shrieks and yells of confusion and horror, and one tired sigh Curtesy  of the leader of the society.

Things just got a whole lot more complicated

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Jaune stepped into the Crashed ship, and the abyss stared back at him.

Where as before he had the pale moonlight and before that the raging sun, now all he had was the darkness as he stared forward. Jaune hadn't thought for a moment that a crashed ship half encased in ice would house any lighting, but that didn't mean he couldn't have silently wished for it.

It was impossible to make any progress without the proper lighting afterall.

Then, as if someone heard his internal musings, a bright light blinded him and illuminated the interior of the ship. It took a moment for Jaunes eyes to adjust to the sudden and harsh lights, but when he did he was quickly taken aback by the sheer scale of everything.

He was in some sort of hallway, that much could be seen from the winding corridors and splitting paths that he could see. But the hallway itself was gargantuan, dwarfing the entirety of white space, which had seemed near infinite in scale.

If White Space was near infinite, then this hallways was completely infinite.

Jaune was a very small being, he was only a small child afterall, but he shouldn't be this small compared to everything. The ceiling had to be at least 100 feet tall, with the walls being an equal length apart as the height of the ceiling.

It was a place made for giants, for beings far beyond those to resided in remnant.

Whoever built this ship must have been leagues ahead of whatever technology Remnant currently possessed, maybe ahead of whatever they could ever possess. Jaune was silently very happy with his discovery, imagine the work that could be done here. Free of laws, free of the meddling of Atlas and its ally's. Here he could do his work in solitude with the most advanced technology Remnant had ever seen.

It was then, in the middle of Jaunes inner thoughts, when the voice spoke to him.

It was loud, deep, monotone and commanding all at the same time. The voice bounced around the walls and sounded as if it came from everywhere, and with what Jaune thought to be some sort of speaker it's likely it did.

"You who have entered this ship." It spoke "To find the answers you seek, and the tools you require to find said answers, make your way to the bridge. I shall direct you using the lights."

True to the voices words the lights seemed to be leading somewhere, with only certaint ones on and all the others off. It painted a path for Jaune to follow, something he was hesitant to do.

But for whatever lie in this ship? For technology that could change the face of remnant and help Jaune in his studies? It seems he would have to put his faith in this voice to get it.

And so he did, following the lights through these endless corridors that took his much longer then he would have liked to traverse them due to their size compared to his. But he ignored the small annoyance and continued on, until finally he reached a giant door.

The door, like everything he had encountered, was giant and cleary built for a much larger species. Jaune looked around for any way to open this door, either via handle, panel or even his limited knowledge of hacking. Yet none of his efforts bore fruit, he was left slightly stupted and annoyed when he spoke out to the voice.

"Is ir your intention to lead me into a impassable doorway, after all you lead me through?" Jaune asked, his monotone voice showing a small amount of annoyance "If that is the case then why the waste both our time with such actions?"

"It is not my intention to waste either of our times." The voice responded "For the both of us have little of it remaining. I simply wished to see how willing you were, how far you would go for the secrets that lie beyond this door. Your efforts were, satisfactory."

As the voice finished speaking, the doors flew open, like they were being thrown open by some unseen force. Inside the room that waited for Jaune was another massive place, with everything dwarfing Jaune greatly.

It was cleary some sort of control room, perhaps a cockpit for whoever controlled this vehicle? Jaune could see outside thanks to the glass that dominated most of the front wall, and he recognized it as the glass he had looked at when he first arrived.

Had this voice been watching him for that long? Surely he would have noticed someone watching him, it was illogical that he wouldn't. Unless this wasn't a somebody, it was apparent that he was in a ship that was otherworldly, perhaps it was a lifeform from another planet that he was speaking to?

"You must have several questions." The voice spoke again to Jaune, causing his attention to go to the source of the voice that he could now see. It was a small console in the front or the room, right before the large panel of glass.

"You would be correct in that assumption." Jaune said back, as he faced the panel fully. "Where am I? What is this place and how did it come to be?"

"The most logical questions to ask." The voice agreed "but to answer your questions I must first tell you a story for you to fully comprehend just what I am, and what you stand on."

"A story? I thought you said you weren't here to waste precious time." Jaune countered

"It is impervious that you know just what we are are dealing with, or else you shall never truly graspe the answers and knowledge you seek."

"And what is it that I seek? How would you know what I desire?"

"You desire knowledge, you desire power, but above all else, you desire a purpose." The voice said, it's voice still a painful monotone.

Jaunes silence spoke volumes, and the voice continued "if you have no more relevant inquiries let us begin."

"With a tale of two brothers."

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Nothing was being accomplished in this meeting, not a dam thing.

That's the only thought that went through the few members of the society who weren't yelling and arguing over the new piece of information that had just been revealed to them.

That jaune arc had been studying Tyrian Callows.

Why did it frighten the society so much? Tyrian was just a man afterall, technically he was a Faunus but that didn't make a difference. But it wasn't who Tyrian was that frightened the society, it was what he did and who it was for.

Tyrian Callows was and still is one of the most infamous serial killer in Remnants history. He has slaughtered a unholy amount of people, ranging from the average person who was in the wrong place and the wrong time, to the highest ranking and most powerful people in remnant.

A Schnne, the General prior to Ironwood, a headmaster, a whole team of professional hunstman. These were just a handful of names in the long list of people Tyrian has taken from this world, and that alone would frighten the society but not to this extent. A killer of that caliber would still be a threat, but Tyrian couldn't stand up to the combined might of the Society's members, killer or no.

But there lies the greatest problem, Tyrian wasn't alone.

Tyrian Callows was one of the illusive pawns to the Queen, and any action he took directly correlated with the will of the Queen. So if Tyrian was involved, so was she.

Couldn't it just be a book though? Well there was one small problem with that.

There were no book about Tyrian Callows

All of these thoughts flew through Ozpins head as the a majority of the society arugued with each other over what to do now, he even heard a few ideas to send a search party out to kill the boy just to be safe, and that's when he knew he needed to put his foot down.

"SILENCE!" He commanded, his voice carrying the great power of a Prime as he did, and effectively shutting the society up "We are getting nowhere with this arguing amongst ourselves, we must work together in order to resolve this and come to the best course of action!"

"The best course of action?!" Ironwood exclaimed, hysteria seeping into his voice "Ozpin there is only one course of action, the death of the arc boy!"

Qrow sputtered at that "Have you lost your Damn mind Jimmy! Your saying we should kill a kid!"

"No, I'm saying we should eliminate a potential ally for the Queen, a enemy!"

"James..." Ozpin warned, his voice dangerously low

"No he's right!" Theodore agreed "We're treating this boy differently just because of his last name, when we should be treating him the same as any Pawn of the queen! He should be hunted down and eliminated before he can pose a threat."

Silence perpetrated the society, with several members looking back and forth between the furious Ozpin and Qrow, then back to the equally angry Ironwood and Theodore.

A Scoff broke the veil of silence over the society, surprisingly coming from Adam. "Careful, your starting to sound like the Tyrants everyone thinks you are."

Ironwoods attention, and anger, were then placed onto Adam "what are you implying Taurus?"

"Yes Taurus." Winter agreed, a furious look on her face due to the badmouthing of her leader and a general dislike of Adam "what are you implying?"

"I'm implying." Adam began, his voice seeping with barely contained malice. "That you plan to be Judge Jury and executioner for a child based on someone they might be connected to. Sounds like a paranoid tyrant who is trying to save his power to me, and I'm very sure that most would agree."

Ironwood eyes widened, as did Ozpins "You know that's not true."

"Maybe I do." Adam agreed "But do the people? Do the Arcs? Unless your planning on letting them in on the secret, then all their going to see is you murdering their child in cold blood for a reason you can't explain."

Adam paused for a moment, letting the depth of his words hit the society "And do you really think the Arc family will sit there and let the injustice go unpunished? No, they will let the world know of what you've done, and then what? It's your word against theres, and let me tell you as someone who works on the streets and not in my high and mighty Flying Fortress. They'll believe the Arcs over you in a heartbeat."

With not another word Adam logged off, leaving a shocked and silent Society behind.

Ozpin let out a tired sigh "We will reconvene at the end of the week, no one is to move at all against the Arc boy. Am I clear?"

A few grunts of agreement were heard

"Good, then this meeting in adjourned."

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A tale of two brothers

In the beginning there was nothing, just an infinite void that constituted the entire galaxy. From that Void came came two beings, two brothers, who constituted the basics of what would become life.

The older brother was named Primus, who represented all that was good. Life, creation, and order was what he representedZ

Then there was the younger, Unicron, who represented all that was Evil in life. Destruction, Chaos and darkness was he represented.

The two brothers were polar opposites, and so naturally they would come to arms against one another. Where Primus would create something, Unicron would be there to destroy it, and neither could best the other. While Primus was his brothers superior in power, Unicron was more apt for combat, and so neither could triumph over the other, creating an endless cycle of creation and destruction.

Primus sought to end this cycle through the creation of the Primes, a group of 12 being similar in design to both Primus and Unicron.

Unicron, being unable to create anything for himself, could not best the Primes and their creator, and so the Chaos bringer was cast out into space, never to be seen again.

Then Primus, with his brother defeated and his creations safe, went into hibernation and became the plant Cybertron. A place where his 12 Primes could rule and create a paradise for his creations. He became the source of life for Cybertron, and a whole now race of beings were born from him, Beings of Metal and Energon, Cybertronians.

What Primus didn't account for was the innate flaws present in all living things, that make them destroy, lust, kill, all aspects of his long gone brother.

The Cybertronians fought amongst themselves on many occasions, some for righteous causes, most for not. Eventually the 12 Primes began to believe themselves too good for their creator and his planet, and abandoned it, leaving the inhabitants of Cybertron to fend for themselves without their divine protectors.

It was a final trick from Unicron, one final act that ensured Primus's creations would never be as perfect as Primus had wanted them to be. Unicron has implanted his power into the Primes, making them slowly lose their way and become more and more like the Chaos bringer himself.

When the Primes left Cybertron towards an unknown fate, they left the Cybertronians with no guidance or a future.

The Cybertronians attempted to set up a government so that some modicum of order could return to the planet, but that government soon turned corrupt and vile.

Soon the lower class Cybertronians were forced to compete in horrible gladiator battles against one another, usually to the death, in order to earn the right to live. One such gladiator was named Megatronuis.

Megatronus had seen first hand the Pits of Kaon and those that suffered in them, and sought to change it through diplomatic ways. He came before the council of Cybertron to plead not only his case, but the case of millions of Cybertronians who suffered in the Pits.

His case was rejected, and he was publicly marked as a traitor to Cybertron and Primus himself. Megatronus was detained, but the council underestimated not only his popularity, but the amount of Cybertronians that had been left to Rot in the pits.

Millions of Cybertronians rose up and broke Megatronus out of his containment, and under his command they began the bloodiest revolution to grace the surface of Cybertron. Under The Newly named Megatron, the Decepticons rose to apose the corrupt government of Cybertron.

The cause was a righteous one, built on the promise of a freer Cybertron, one where no one would have to fight for the right to live, one akin to the paradise Primus imagined.

But it wasn't meant to be.

The Decepticons were met by an aposing force called the autobots, spearheaded by the newly Christened Prime, Optimus. What would come to be known as the Great War, a war so horrible and bloody that it tainted the very core of the planet.

Eventually due to the efforts of Optimus and his followers, Megatron and the depictions were exiled from Cybetron, never to return unless deemed so by Primus himself.

The deceptions lay adrift for many rotations, so many that the supply of energon they had procured before their exile began to dwindle. Either due to the desperation of needing more of our lifeblood or the ever growing madness of Megtron, the ship crash landed here on this planet.

Where we stand today

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Jaune and the voice remained in silence for a long while, Jaune was digesting the story just told to him while the voice waited patiently for the boy to speak.

"Am I supposed to believe all this with no proof? To do so would be highly illogical."

"Is this ship you stand on not ampil evidence of what I claim? Is it not decades ahead of your current technology?"

Jaune nodded at that "you are not incorrect, not even the most advanced kingdom has anything near this warship. But if what you claim is true, then where are these decepticons that crashed here? Surely with their superior technology they would have made themselves known.

"They would have, if they were able to." The voice said

"I do not understand."

"Without their lifeblood, the deceptions couldn't survive long. To put it simply." The voice said again, before speaking in a dark tone.

"The decepticons are all dead."

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That's a wrap, logic dictates life chapter 5 is done. Ok a few quick clarifications before I leave you

1- Yes the tale of two brothers is the tale of Unicron and Primus, but I changed it a bit to better fit the story. So basically since there is no earth, the deceptions never went there and were instead defeated at Cybertron before being exiled and crashing on remnant.

2- the relics from alpha Trion were ejected into space still, they just were not sent to earth.

3- the voices identity will be revealed soon, you'll just have to wait.

4- I've seen a bit of confusion on the ages of characters.
Pretty much Qrow is fresh out of beacon so he's 21 ,
Glynda is older then him and graduated before she's 25,
Ironwood is 30, the youngest general in atlas history.
Winter is the same age as Qrow but went to atlas academy a lot sooner then in cannon.
Ozpin is,well he's ozpin.
Adam is 18,
Roman is 20.
I had to change the ages around for this story, but these are the ones I'll try to stick by.

Epsilon logging off

"The rashness of action has lead us here, Now is the time that clarity of thought shall rule."
-Shockwave