Should I make a Destiny x RWBY crossover where Jaune dies at the tower and ends up becoming a Guardian? But considering this is me and I love it when canon gets fucked up in crossovers, it's gonna be Jaune getting rezzed mid-collapse while the effects of the battle between the Witness and the Traveller are still going on. Here's a prologue and the first chapter.
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Chapter 0: Prologue
You are weak, injured, and desperate. You do not wish to do this, to place such a burden upon them, but you don't have a choice. You look down across the sea at those you sheltered beneath your light. They live but they are too few.
Too weak. Far too many have been added to the names you bear, and you know that while It has retreated, its puppets remain. And it will snuff them out for they can no longer resist. And you can no longer bear to lose another to the deep. You can still hear them a small few who speak to you in search of salvation. But you cannot give what you don't have.
Instead, you give them a burden. Pain runs through you as you feel yourself splitting apart into millions of tiny sparks, encased in a shell of metal and glass. But through that pain, you can't help but hope and regret the burden you give them.
Your thoughts become muddied as you cut yourself apart, it is difficult to think, yet you do not stop. You continue to cut away at yourself, creating more and more sparks of light, hoping against hopelessness that it will be enough for a miracle.
And suddenly, something changes. Through tired eyes, you look across the ocean and see something you do not expect to see. A small little gardener. It is different than the others you care for. And you realize why, this light was not from the ocean you know, but from another, a tiny spark born of darkness and light from a sea you and the silence did not create.
Swiftly you move to hide this 'little light' from It. You know all too well what It would do to the 'little light' should It find it. It is then you realize something through the murky fog of your thoughts. The 'little light' was fading. Its light growing weaker and weaker by the passing moment, on the verge of being snuffed out.
You think it over for but a moment. You do not wish to place another under such a burden, but you don't want another to disappear. Perhaps the silence might oppose your choice, but it did not have a choice in the matter, it was not here to stop you.
With the last remnants of your coherent thoughts, you take a small part of yourself, different from the ones you've cut off before. Unlike the others who will find their own in time, you give this one a direction to its chosen.
Fatigue finally catches up to you, as you watch the thousands of little lights spread their way across the planet below and above, and you can't help but lament that they so eagerly spread their little wings and begin their search in earnest. A single tear slips past as you lament the burden you have placed on them, on all of them. And as the sleep finally overtakes you, you hope it will be enough.
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Chapter 1: Resurrection
Jaune woke up suddenly, gasping for air as the cold, frigid air rushed to fill his lungs, replacing the stale mix that had occupied them. His body, stiff and aching, burned with exhaustion and pain. But as the cold air of the night cleared his thoughts and clarity settled in, he was struck by a realization. He wasn't in pain
His hands reflexively moved to his chest, his fingers patting across his ruined chestplate till felt what he was searching for. A small gash, right above his heart, and where Cinder's arrow had struck him. He closed his eyes as memories rushed back to him. The burning heat in his chest, the cold that began to take over his limbs, the initial shock as he looked down at the obsidian arrow in his chest, followed by agonizing pain as he struggled to breathe.
"Hello, are you okay?" a digitized female voice suddenly interrupted him, scattering his thoughts to the wind. Jumping up in surprise, Jaune quickly turned around to find the source of the voice, only to find a small white drone staring back at him with its bright blue eye.
"I, uh, I think so?" he managed to stammer.
"Oh, this is perfect! I can't believe I found my partner so quickly! Oh, my apologies. You're probably wondering who I am." To which Jaune nodded awkwardly.
"Well! I'm a Ghost! Well, specifically, I'm your Ghost now, and I brought you back to life!" Jaune froze. His thoughts raced over what the little drone had said. How could he be brought back to life? But, surely that was impossible, and even if it was, how had he never heard of these Ghosts before?
Yet at the same time, Jaune couldn't help but be reminded of Cinder's arrow sticking out of his chest had he perhaps died? Then, if the Ghost was telling the truth, then how long had he been dead? Where was he? Were they something that happened after his death? Were his friends and family even alive?
"H- how long have I been d-" he faltered, "gone? Where am I? What about my frie-" He stopped himself. He couldn't expect the drone to know who his friends were. "What about the City? The attack! Was it repelled?" He changed his question as he asked the ghost, desperate for reassurance that his friends and the city were safe.
"Wait, you… you remember your past?" the Ghost suddenly whispered, shock and surprise evident in its voice. Its fin-like shell spun like the gears of a machine as it processed its newly gained information. Jaune could only nod, realizing that perhaps resurrected people didn't remember things before they died.
"Y- yeah?"
"Oh, this is so exciting! I didn't think you would remember your past, but you do! Oh, this is just wonderful!" The Ghost exclaimed, its shell spinning in excitement. He almost interrupted the Ghost's celebration but stopped himself. Despite his desire to learn more about Vale and his friends, he couldn't bring himself to interrupt her celebration and instead opted to wait for her to finish. She reminded him far too much of how his younger sisters celebrated when they were happy.
"Oh, I apologize. It seems I got a bit carried away," the Ghost said, its blush audible in its voice.
"I- It's alright, but um, if you don't mind. Do you know what happened to Vale and Beacon? Were the Grimm and White Fang repelled?" Jaune asked the Ghost, anxious for answers.
"The Grimm? Do you mean the Darkness?" the Ghost asked, its curiosity piqued. But its question instead added to Jaune's confusion.
"The Darkness?" he asked, unsure of what it referred to.
"Oh right, sorry I suppose you wouldn't know. I mean I only knew because The Traveller made me, you know?" To which Jaune could only nod hesitantly.
"A- anyway! We can figure that out later. We've been out for too long, and I don't know about you, but I don't want to spend the night in a dark and creepy forest." the Ghost whispered, prompting Jaune to finally examine his surroundings and realize they were in a small clearing surrounded by thick forest and dense trees.
Reluctantly agreeing, Jaune rose to his feet. He didn't know where he was, but if he was outside the walls of Vale, he had to get somewhere safe. He could figure the rest out when they weren't under threat of being attacked by Grimm. Suddenly, feeling the cold touch of metal against his side, Jaune looked down to see his family's blade and shield at his hip. He distinctly remembered losing both during his fight with Cinder. So how did it end up on his hip?
Examining himself further, Jaune was astonished to find himself in the same outfit as when he died. Even his armor remained unchanged, along with the tear in his breastplate where- he froze as he suddenly realized what he was looking at.
A jagged tear upon his left breast scarred the warped metal - a tear no more than a few inches in length. Made by a single arrow of obsidian, memories poured through his mind as he remembered the arrow and how it tore through his armor and aura. And buried itself in his chest. Jaune's blood ran cold as the realization finally sunk in. He had died.
Her arrow had pierced his heart, an injury that even Aura couldn't heal.
His thoughts returned to his friends and his family. Jaune could hardly imagine the grief that they'd gone through. Especially his mother, he shivered at the thought. He'd be lucky if she didn't ground him for the rest of his life when he returned. No, after what happened, she'd ground him for the rest of his life regardless of his objections. And his sisters would use this as a chance to get as many favors as they could. His thoughts suddenly soured as he remembered what the Ghost had said about resurrected people not remembering anything. He just hoped he hadn't lost any memory of his family and friends.
Jaune panicked once more as he thought of his friends and his team. Gods, he hoped they didn't blame themselves for his death, though knowing his partner and best friend, Jaune knew that was exactly what the both of them were doing.
"Are you alright?" the Ghost suddenly spoke, pulling him from his thoughts.
"Oh, uh yeah, sorry." Shelving the thoughts away, he followed after the small drone. With his thoughts no longer on his loved ones, Jaune's thoughts focused on the little drone before him.
It was a curious little thing, how it could bring him back from the dead, he didn't know, but after seeing the jagged tear in his armor, he couldn't help but believe it, as far-fetched as it was. And that meant he quite literally owed the little drone his life.
"Hey, um. I don't think we introduced ourselves. I'm Jaune, Jaune Arc. What's uh, what's your name?" The small drone looked back at him as he asked his question.
"Oh, I uh, I never actually had a name. I was just born like a few days ago. Haven't had a chance to really think of one." The Ghost spoke softly, her shell drooping slightly.
"I uh, sorry. I didn't mean to." He apologized quickly.
"Oh, no no no! It's alright I was uh, just kinda worried. Not about you or anything, I mean I was worried about having a partner for the first time, and I was just- I didn't- I-" The Ghost stammered as she began to panic. Jaune stifled his laughter as the Ghost fell into a spiral of awkwardness.
"Hey, it's ok. I'm not so great with new people either." He said, trying to console the Ghost. "But if you don't have a name, how about I give you one? If you want I mean, you don't have to accept-.".
"You'd do that!?" The Ghost exclaimed, cutting him off "Oh that'd be wonderful!" her shell spinning in joy as she spoke. Jaune couldn't help but chuckle seeing it.
"Well, you said that you were called a Ghost?" She nodded "In that case, how about Phanti? I uh, based it off of Fantôme. Which is old Valean for Ghost." Jaune watched nervously but when the Ghost didn't react, he began to panic. "W- we can change it if you don't like it."
"NO!" The Ghost suddenly shouted. "Sorry, I uh, it's fine. I actually really like it." Phanti sheepishly said, but it did little to mask the sheer joy that was expressed in its voice and small frame.
"Well then Phanti, shall we get going?" Jaune softly asked Phanti. Who cheerfully agreed, leading the way for her newly resurrected partner.
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Sooo.. what do you think? Due to Destiny's early history being completely unknown, I have to make a lot of stuff up or change it to a timeline of my own creation, like the arrival of the Fallen. We know they didn't come till after or during the collapse, which itself lasted for a few months up to a few years. During which earthquakes, severe weather, disease, and poisoned water killed most of humanity on Earth (which at the start of the story is still going on). I could theoretically add in the Witnesses troops but I'm just gonna say they're already gone with the Witness after The Traveller banished him or never appeared on Earth because they just were not needed.
In addition, I'm making it so that the Ghosts have some memories they got from the Traveller, but just basic stuff like the Darkness was hunting the Traveler but they don't know what exactly it is, or like how their partners don't have memories of their past. But, I have to be careful with that as that's a slippery slope. And yes, Jaune will be the oldest Guardian, but no, he won't take the role of the Player's Guardian. She'll appear WAY later (she because my Guardian is a female human warlock

) but yeah I have an idea of what's to do till like chapter 10? but this will be a long-running project. Should I do it? Especially since I'll probably have to remake my outline if I truly decide to do it.