"Ironwood... I've looked over your plans for a new flying machine... It seems rather suitable for our needs, though it lacks a method of achieving flight."

"Yes. I was hoping that you would be able to assist with that, Ozpin."

"Well well well... The General is asking for help. How the mighty have fallen. Tch."

"Qrow... Not now."

"Ah, whatever..."

"Anyway... As I was saying, due to the high temperature thresholds of the Hull, perhaps we could use Red Dust to elevate it, and allow momentum to carry it from there?"

"No, the momentum from the Dust would fall short quickly, exponentially with the weight of such a thing. I have attempted such a thing with my own Dust."

"Ah, thank you, Glynda."

"Hey, I have an idea. That damned mountain over there, just south of here. We got enough Red Dust to launch it that far at least, ain't we?"

"Yes, Qrow. More than enough... Just what /are/ you thinking?"

"Well, Goodwitch, we get this behemoth over to that mountain, drop in a few crates of Red Dust below it, then use the huge eruption from it to blast the Behemoth into space. Sure, Dust doesn't work up there, but once it's up, it won't come down as quick."

"QROW! Just HOW reckless are you?!"

"Winter, I agree with Qrow. This could work quite well. Granted, there are certain... Liabilities with such an idea. However it would easily provide us with a massive advantage, were it successful."

"And how, exactly, do you propose we land such a thing, Ozpin?"

"Who said anything about landing?"

"So you intend to crash it? Wasting millions of Lien?"

"Ha, that'd be the day. A Schnee, worried about wasting the money of those below them."

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"What?"

"One more word from you, Qrow, and I swear it, I will rip your tongue out."

"Try it, Princess."

"Winter! Stand down!"

"General-!"

"I said, enough. Ozpin, kindly keep your dog on a leash."

"I'm leaving."

"Glynda?"

"I said, I'm leaving. I'm not putting up with this plan, nor those two lovers fighting to make it look like they're not together."

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"We're NOT together!"
"We're NOT together!"

"See."

*Door slam, elevator sounds in the distance. Ozpin sighing, Ironwood clearing his throat, Winter and Qrow blushing like fuck*

"So... Are we doing this, or what?"

"General? This is your machine... Do you agree with Qrow's proposal?"

"For once, yes. I do agree with Qrow."

"Oh, to hell with that. I'm going with Glynda!"

"Call me, Winter"

"Qrow!"

"What, they already know now anyway."

*More door slamming. More elevator noises. Awkward tea sipping noises.*

"I'm gonna go after her..."

*Awkward door closing. slightly delayed elevator noises. Ironwood and Ozpin sighing.*