Authors note: Volume 1 sets up the story for Volume 2, which will be hopefully released soon. This is my first fanfic that I've published, so constructive criticism is welcome.

And with that, enjoy!

A quiet airbase sits next to a swamp, the frogs croaking out a soothing melody as the crews sleep in preparation for the busy day ahead tomorrow. The only people awake are the guards, walking a nonstop patrol around the base to ensure nobody tampers with the military aircraft stationed there.
In the distance, barely audible over the sound of the frogs, are explosions and gunfire.
Then one of the barracks doors open, and four people walk out, fully dressed in flight suits, parachutes, and harnesses.
"The colonel wanted to brief us early, but damn. Oh-three hundred? Really?" The red-haired 22 year old yawns out as he descends the steps and leads the group towards the air traffic control tower.
"Yeah, no kidding. But at least we don't have to worry about other strike packages getting in the way." The tall girl behind him yawns as well, her red and black hair hanging down to her lower back.
The other two girls don't say anything, they just follow along grouchily.
Entering the tower they find a gray-haired officer waiting for them.
"Good morning, head on into the briefing room, I'll make this quick."
They all sleepily oblige, sitting down in various chairs scattered around the room.
The officer follows them in and dims the lights, turning on a projector hanging from the ceiling.
"As you all know, yesterday was not a good day to be a bomber pilot. We lost four Aardvarks and a thud. All of these losses can be attributed to a new shipment of SAM's that the enemy got. Likely SA-2's, but there may be some SA-10's. Being how you are all wild weasel's, I don't even need to tell you what to do."
He turns to the next slide, a map of the immediate area, where five X's are scattered about.
"Two of the sites are north of the city for certain, and another three have been reported firing out of the industrial district. Another two are known to be firing out of the area surrounding the mosque. That's all I need to say, your planes are fueled and ready to go. Wheels up in fifteen. Dismissed."
The lights turn back on and everyone stands up, quickly hurrying out.
When they get outside they find a jeep waiting, and all quickly pile in before it roars off towards two concrete hangars.
As they roll to a stop in front of the hangars the four waste no time getting off, splitting into pairs and jogging towards their respective hangars.
The ginger and the redhead jog into the hangar and climb into the aircraft, the latter of the two climbing into the more spacious back seat reserved for the electronics warfare officer.
The ginger climbs into the pilot's seat and slips his helmet on as the front doors to the bunker slide open.
"What's our armament?" He asks, turning on the master power and beginning the startup process.
The redhead looks around as she starts up her station.
"Let's see... we've got our usual jammer pod, Vulcan, centerline drop tank... two shrikes, two HARM's, and two mavericks, the old models of course."
The ginger rolls his eyes and growls.
"Why the fuck do we get stuck with these ancient weapons when the assholes doing CAS get the new stuff?"
She laughs as the engine starts to whine.
"You know how this government is."
He growls in response as the canopy closes and locks.
"Yeah, a punch of penny-pinching morons."
She laughs as the engine starts up, the dull roar echoing in the hangar.
She tunes the comm stack and radios the other plane.
"Pontiac two, Pontiac lead, comms check."
{Pontiac lead, five by five.}
She looks up at the ginger below her over the control panel.
"We ready to go Jackson?"
He nods, looking over his controls before giving a thumbs up.
She clips her helmet on and adjusts her microphone.
"Pontiac two, Pontiac lead, we're heading off, feel free to follow us."
{Roger that lead, Pontiac two will wait for you to taxi past us.}
Jackson gives the engine a bit of power, and the plane rolls forward, following the nose-wheel steering inputs he gives.
The tan/black/brown color scheme of the camouflage pattern blending in with the desert around them. The only thing not adhering to the camouflage is the nose art on the left side of the nose, a curvy girl clad in lingerie with red cursive below reading 'total tease'.
They slowly taxi past the other hangar, and Jackson waves at the short blonde in the pilot's seat.
The blonde gives him the finger as they taxi out behind Jackson.
"Jesus Amy, I know your sister isn't a morning person but tell her to chill the fuck out." He chuckles, turning onto the runway.
"She'll probably tell me the same thing she told you. You know how Cassie is."
He chuckles and slows to a stop, allowing Cassie's plane, 'brazen blonde', to stop next to him.
"Hey Amy, get clearance to take off, would you dear?"
She rolls her eyes and sighs, changing the channel to the traffic control channel.
"Castle, this is Pontiac one and two, requesting permission to take off, runway two-six."
{This is Castle, clearance granted, happy hunting.}
She switches back to the flight net and squeaks her microphone.
"Alright, let's go kill some SAM's."
Jackson nods and pushes the throttle forward, accelerating down the runway and up into the morning sky.

Thirty minutes later they streak into the target area, flying half a mile apart.
Amelia has her eyes glued on the radar warning receiver, waiting for the radar crews to turn on the radar for even a second.
Suddenly there's a contact that winks on for a second before turning back off.
"Contact! Search radar, bearing six-five, two clicks!"
Jackson rolls the plane over and turns towards the bearing, followed in the turn by the Cassie's plane.
"It turned off as soon as it acquired us, they know what we're here for."
Jackson nods and tunes his comm stack for the friendly radar station in case enemy fighters get scrambled.
{I've got nothing over here, but I've got an Idea.} Kimberly, Cassie's EWO reports to Amelia.
"Let me guess, here kitty, kitty?"
{Thank you for volunteering!}
Jackson hears the conversation through his headset, including getting voluntold to run the gauntlet, attempting to get the enemy SAM to target him.
"You just had to say it didn't you?" He chuckles, kicking the engine into afterburner and climbing high above the radar site.
Minutes later the RWR in Amelia's station goes wild, registering half a dozen radars, all targeting them.
"Pontiac two, we just kicked the hornet's nest, don't miss." Amelia starts targeting one of the sites, and gets a successful lock.
"Pontiac one, rifle!"
One of the mavericks roars off the rail, slowly turning to face the target before impacting.
"Splash! One radar down."
{Pontiac two, rifle.}
Kimberly fires at another while Amelia changes targets, and Amelia quickly fires at another one before they have to circle around.
Suddenly a new voice crackles over the radio.
{Pontiac one, be advised. Pop-up group, bearing one-five for five miles, flanking hot.}
Jackson jumps at the transmission and starts nervously looking around while calling into his radio.
"Pontiac two, we gotta go! We've got enemy fighters five miles out!"
{Roger that! Turn one-nine-zero and light the wick!}
Jackson rolls the plane left and jams the throttle forwards, the plane surging forward as the engine output nearly doubles.
After several seconds Jackson levels the wings out and the speedometer eases faster and faster with each second.
"Drop the luggage! It's just slowing us down!"
Amelia chirps her microphone in acknowledgment and flips several switches before hitting a red button.

*KER-THUNK!*

The remaining missiles jettison from their mounting points, pin wheeling to the ground.
"You want me to drop the bag too?" Amelia asks, referring to the half-full drop tank under their fuselage.
"No, we may need it!" Jackson snaps back as Cassie's jet also jettisons its missiles.
Suddenly there's an electronic squeal in Jackson's helmet, indicating a missile lock.
"Dive to the deck! It's foggy enough that they might lose visual!"
Cassie rolls over and dives towards the ground, quickly followed by Jackson.
In Jackson's helmet the squealing is replaced by a jackhammer beeping, and he presses a button on his right control panel, firing a quick burst of flares and chaff out of dispensers on the side of the plane.
The beeping stops, and they level out at 1500 feet before flying into a thick fog bank.
"Keep your eye on your altimeter, any fuckups at this altitude and you'll be dead before you know it." Jackson warns Cassie, who squeaks an acknowledgment on her microphone.

After a grueling five minutes of flying through the fog bank Cassie tries to radio something to Jackson, but the transmission has so much static overlaid that none of the words are understandable.
Jackson tries to radio her, but there's too much interference, he tries to talk to Amelia, and the situation is the same.
Suddenly there's a thundering on his helmet, and he looks over his shoulder to see Amelia pointing off to their right.
Flying wingtip to wingtip with them is an enemy MIG-21, the pilot completely oblivious to his prey.
Jackson nods, cutting back of the throttle and popping the speed brakes before slotting in behind the MIG.
He puts the gun sight on the glowing red tailpipe and pulls the trigger for one second.
*BRRRRRRRRRRRT!*
The 20mm Vulcan Gatling gun in the nose roars to life, sending a stream of red tracers straight into the tail of the enemy fighter, causing it to burst into flames before spiraling down into the ground.
"Yeah! Take that you bastard!" Jackson yells to himself as he easily avoids the fireball and pushes the throttle forward.
A transmission from Cassie crackles through, and the more she talks the more the static fades.
{-not anything I've seen before.}
"Say again? I only caught the last of that."
{Climb up above the fog, the area is not anything I've seen before.}
Jackson gently pulls back on the stick, ascending slowly.
Suddenly the fog disappears, and Amelia gasps.
Ahead of them is a large orange forest, the fog hiding the forest floor, leaving the tops of the trees exposed.
Jackson looks around and finds Cassie high above them, and ascends to fly alongside.
"Where are we? This isn't Syria."
{No idea. Let's press on, it might be some sort of oasis.}
Jackson chirps his microphone and levels out at five thousand feet.
They fly in silence for several minutes before Kimberly crackles over the radio.
{Contact! Base radar, one-six-two for forty-six miles!}
"Roger! You sure it's a base radar?"
{Yeah, it's way too strong to be a search radar, and its range is too far to be a target radar.}
"How can you tell?"
Amelia cuts in before Kimberly can respond.
{You hotshot fighter pilots wouldn't understand.}
"Hey! Might I remind you who's flying?"
The trees and fog give way to a desert, the sand dunes smoothly rolling below.
"There, that's more like it, Pontiac two switch to radar, we'll cover the radar monitoring."
{Roger, switching to air radar.}
They fly for several minutes in silence, scanning the desert floor below for any signs of life.
Kimberly suddenly crackles over the radio.
{Multiple contacts! Directly ahead, thirty miles! And...Holy shit, one of them is huge.}
"Roger that, let's light the wick and do a flyby to see what it is."
There's an increase in volume from Cassie's plane as she kicks into afterburner, shortly followed by Jackson.
*WHOOOOM!*
Amelia jumps slightly at the sound and looks around for any signs of them being attacked, but finds none.
{What the hell was that?}
Jackson chuckles and clicks his microphone.
"That my dear, was the sound barrier."
{Roger that, range to contact five miles.}
There's a large sand dune ahead of them, so tall that at 5,000 feet they have to ascend to miss it, kicking up dust and sand as they streak over the crest.
Both of the crews stares at the view ahead in awe.
{I don't think we're in Kansas anymore Toto.}
"No shit! What the fuck is that thing?"
{It almost looks like a stadium of some sort, I've got two lines of smaller craft flying up to and down from it.}
Ahead of them, above a large city, is a gigantic floating stadium, hovering five thousand feet above the city.
"Alright, follow me, we're going to check it out."
Jackson quickly ascends and flies over the object, getting a good view of the open top.
"Confirmed, that's a stadium, but...what country does it belong to? I don't see any flags or anything."
They extend back over the desert before coming in for a low pass at 1,500 feet, flying at Mach 1.4.
The buildings are a blur as they fly over, but Jackson catches a glimpse of what appears to be an airstrip.
"Tally airport, south side, it's lit up."
{Solid copy, let's go pay a visit then, shall we?}

POV switch- Summer Rose, third person.

Summer walks briskly through the market, her pure white cloak practically glowing in the morning sun of Vacuo.
Taiyang follows close behind, in his typical T-shirt and shorts almost blending in with the locals, his blonde hair however...not so much.
Raven and Qrow called to tell them they were overlooking the airport, having found a good place to eat that didn't have many people.
Fifteen minutes later they all get a table and sit down, overlooking the airport and a majority of the city.
Suddenly Tai points up to two black specks on the horizon.
"Are those nevermore's?"
Qrow squints at the two objects as they fly over the Vytal festival coliseum with a muffled boom and out of sight.
"No...they were moving way too fast, they looked like Atlas fighters, but I've never seen any that looked like that before..."
Summer points at two specks coming from the same direction, much lower this time, but moving the same speed.
"Here they come again!"
The two objects grow larger before they fly directly over them in silence, causing Summer to look at Tai with a confused look.
*BOOOM!*
The sudden noise makes everyone duck, including Raven as the ground vibrates below them for a brief moment.
"What was that!?" Tai yells, ducking down in his chair.
"That, was a sonic boom, meaning both of those planes can go faster than the speed of sound."
Tai looks over at Summer, who is shaking in her seat with her hood up.
"Hey, we're fine, it's just a noise."
She slowly straightens up, her silver eyes darting around in fear before she takes a deep breath and pulls her hood back.
"I-I suppose..."
Qrow laughs and smiles, poking Summer in the shoulder.
"Geez Summer, you scare at the smallest of things."
She turns red and stammers.
"I-I do not!"
Qrow opens his mouth to say something, but Raven cuts him off.
"To be fair, that made all of us jump, including me, so she's not at fault for being scared from that."
Tai nods and looks out over the airport again.
"Hey look! They're coming in to land!"
The rest of the team looks towards the airport.
Indeed the two planes are on final approach to the runway, doing a formation landing.
"Forget about food, let's go check out those planes." Qrow says as he stands up, the others follow suit and they head out.

POV switch- Amelia, third person.

As soon as they land both F-105's park as far from the ATC as possible, and the pilots head to the tower to get information on where they are. Leaving the two EWO's to guard the planes.

Amelia stands in the shade of the left wing, an MP-7 cradled in her arms.
She tenses up when four armed civilians approach from the left side, casually talking to each other while looking at the plane, and she checks to make sure her safety is on.
When they get within ten feet she slightly raises the weapon, aiming at the gap between them and herself.
"Halt! That's close enough!"
The four stop, and the red-haired woman of the group starts to reach for the katana at her hip, but the black haired man next to her stops her.
"Raven don't, she's just doing her job."
The woman relaxes and a short woman in a white cloak pipes up.
"Hello! We don't want any trouble, we just wanted to check out your plane."
Amelia slightly relaxes, and lowers her weapon.
"Alright, you can come closer, but only two people at a time."
The woman in the cloak turns to the redhead and the man who stopped her.
"You guys go check out the other one, this way we can all look at it from up close."
The other two nod and walk around the front of the plane.
Using a shrill whistle Amelia grabs Kimberly's attention and, using several hand signals, relays a message to her.
She's dangerous, stay alert.
Having relayed that she waves the other two over.
"What was all the hand signals for?" The blonde guy asks, wiping sweat off his brow.
"Letting my partner know about your jumpy friend. Please, come into the shade."
The two walk over and join Amelia in the shade.
"I like the art on the nose, very interesting." The blonde chuckles, looking up at the front of the plane.
Amelia shrugs and chuckles.
"Gotta keep morale up somehow, it's a dangerous job we do."
The cloaked girl looks at the plane from tip to tail.
"And what is it that you guys do?"
Amelia glances over her shoulder to check up on Kimberly and the other two, and they seem to be getting along well.
"Well, we're what's called wild weasels, our job is to hunt down enemy surface-to-air missile sites and destroy them. It's a crazy job considering we're hunting something that is made to hunt us."
The two look at each other before the blonde guy speaks up.
"That's pretty much exactly what we do."
Amelia raises an eyebrow.
The cloaked girl stares at her, dumbfounded.
"We're hunters."
Amelia tenses up and nervously looks over her shoulder before shifting her weight on her feet.
"Like, hit-men?"
The girl opens her mouth to say something but Amelia's radio crackles to life.
{Amy don't let anyone approach the planes. We've got a map and directions on where to go. There's a man who is willing to base us while we figure out what the hell happened.}
"Solid copy, we've got some college kids here checking out the planes, what should we do?"
{Hold them there, we'll be back in a couple minutes.}
Amelia looks at the two staring at her.
"You heard him, please remain here. He's probably just going to make you swear to secrecy, then you can be on your way."
They nod and sit down on the tarmac in the shade of the wing.
The blonde kid gets a concerned look as he leans to look around Amelia towards the other plane.
Amelia looks over her shoulder and finds the two kids with their swords out, acting aggressively towards Kimberly.
"Shit!" Amelia turns and starts running towards the other plane, only slowing to yell over her shoulder.
"Stay where you are!"
Kimberly keeps stepping back every time the two take a step forward.
"Wait! Wait!" Amelia yells as she gets close, slowing down until she's walking.
"What's the issue?" She asks, stopping in between the two and Kimberly.
"We're not going to listen to a hotshot fighter pilot! That's what!" The redhead snarls.
"Hold on, we're not the pilots. I know how to fly sure, but I'm not a pilot. The pilots will be here soon, please just sit down and wait, they just want to have a quick chat and you'll be free to go."
The man looks at her and puts his sword on his back before grabbing the girl's shoulder.
"Raven, let's just hear them out, they haven't done anything to deserve the hostility."
Raven shrugs him off and steps towards Amelia with her sword drawn.
"Shut up Qrow! I'm not going to do what they want!"
Suddenly a female voice echoes across the tarmac.
"RAVEN BRANWEN YOU PUT THAT DAMN SWORD AWAY! NOW!"
Amelia glances right to see the girl in the cloak stalking over, a murderous look in her silver eyes.
The girl plants herself in between Amelia and Raven.
"Save your hostility for the Vytal festival! We're going to wait and that's final!"
Raven hesitates before putting her sword back in its scabbard.
There's the running of feet behind them and Amelia glances over her shoulder, revealing Jackson and Cassie sprinting towards them.
"Alright, here's the deal, anything you guys were told, I'm going to need you to swear to secrecy." Jackson huffs as he stops next to Amelia.
Summer turns around and nods as the blonde guy walks over.
Qrow and Raven nod as well.
Finally the blonde kid nods.
"Alright, you all have a good day, now please leave, these planes are dangerous to be around when they start up."
Summer nods and fishes around in her cloak before pulling out a slip of paper, scribbling something on it, and handing it to Amelia.
"You seem pretty chill, thank you for not shooting my teammates, here's my number." She smiles before pulling up her hood and herding her team away.

After they've left Jackson briefs the flight on where they'll be going, and they head to their planes.
"You think we've got enough fuel?" Amelia asks Jackson as they climb in, and he nods in response.
"We should, provided we don't go into afterburner too much."
Both planes quickly startup and taxi to the runway, taking off without asking permission from the tower.
As they ascend into the clear blue sky Amelia pulls her phone out of her pocket and saves the number.
{Alright, Pontiac flight, turn bearing zero-five-four and ascend to angels thirty.} Jackson calls out on the radio, gently banking the plane to face the indicated direction.
Amelia sighs and settles into her station, her oxygen mask covering her face.
She pulls down the visor built into her helmet and pulls out her phone again.
"She's going to love this..."

POV switch- Summer, third person.

As Summer watches the planes take off she has a feeling that they aren't done with them. But her thinking is cut short when a bowl of noodles is placed in front of her.
Raven stalked off somewhere after they left the airport, she'd be back after she cooled off.
Taiyang was sitting next to her, watching the two sleek craft accelerate into the sky.
"That girl was kind of cute, the one we talked with."
Qrow nods and takes a drink of water.
"Yeah, and she knew how to use her head before her gun."
Summer slurps her noodles and enjoys the rich salty flavor before cutting into the conversation.
"That's why I gave her my number, someone that patient, with that sort of hardware, she could be a valuable friend to have."
Qrow thinks about that for a minute.
"Yeah, I was worried that Raven was going to go too far and end up getting herself shot. Those weapons they had looked...different. I wonder how they would perform against aura."
Summer thinks back to the weapons the two girls had, how small they looked, but small things sometimes have big surprises.
"Yeah..."
she trails off before shaking her head and digging into her noodles.
Glancing up she can't find the two planes anywhere, and the roar of the engines are gone.
Her mood sinks, and she's about to text the girl as her scroll vibrates.
"Huh? Oh! It's that girl!"
She opens the file that was sent.
Enclosed are two pictures and some text at the bottom.
The first picture is the girl in a white helmet with some sort of visor pulled down and some sort of mask across her mouth and nose.
She's giving a thumbs up to the camera with the desert stretching out far below them.
The other is a picture of the other plane silhouetted against the sun, giving an even better view at the desert.
The text is a single sentence.
'I might not be a pilot, but I share an office with one.'
She shows the picture to Tai and Qrow.
"That's amazing..."
Qrow thinks for a second.
"Ask her what altitude she took those at."
Summer types in the question and sends it, the girl texts back ten seconds later.
'Thirty thousand feet, flying at 500 knots.'
Summer shows it to Qrow, and his jaw drops.
"Thirty thousand? There's no way, they couldn't have climbed that fast."
Summer is reminded of something and asks the girl.
'While we were talking, I noticed the letters YGBSM on your shoulder patch, any significance? Also, I never caught your name.'
She responds almost immediately.
'My name is Amelia Ellis, and I'm an electronic warfare officer. The letters on the bottom of our patch stand for a famous phrase in the profession. "You've gotta be shittin' me!"'
Summer laughs at the response and digs into her noodles, keeping an eye on her scroll while she eats.
She gets another message and she opens it.
'I imagine you're probably very curious about us, ask any questions you want and I'll answer them as best I can.'
Summer asks about small stuff like favorites first, not wanting to pry too deep too soon.
'Well, I always have liked tuna casserole, Jackson (the ginger guy) likes pretty much anything that has plenty of meat, Cassie (the short blonde) likes soup, it doesn't really matter what kind. And finally Kimberly is the same as Jackson, anything with meat.'
Summer likes what she's hearing and asks about family, this time it takes Amelia longer to respond.
'Well, Cassie is my sister. Kimberly is Jackson's sister. Jackson's parents couldn't take care of him when he was born, so my family took him and his sister in.'
Summer gets suspicious about the lack of information about Amelia's family, but decides not to press in case it's a touchy subject.
Instead she asks about the planes, something she didn't get to do earlier.
'These are F-105G Thunderchief's. We can break Mach 2 at 30,000 feet, and the range is 2,000 miles without an external fuel tank.'
Summer raises her eyebrows and smiles, trying to think of another question to ask.
She gets another message and opens it.
'The person that has offered us a place to stay is named Ozpin. Anybody you know?'
Summer quickly types out a reply.
'Of course it's somebody I know! He's my school's headmaster!'
She sends it and then realizes how rude it sounds, so she starts to elaborate, but receives another message.
'Sweet, maybe we'll be able to hang out sometime! Also, you'll have to catch me up on what customs are here, because this isn't like it is at home.'
Summer gets confused by that, "what does she mean at home? This is the way it is everywhere on Remnant. She got confused when I talked about being a huntress."
Tai thinks about it for a few minutes before speaking.
"Judging off of how they acted, their weapons, the planes, their clothes, and what that guy said on the radio 'until we find out what happened', don't write this idea off, I know it sounds stupid, but maybe they aren't from Remnant."
Summer looks at him like he's grown a second head, but Qrow stares off into the sky thoughtfully for a minute before saying anything.
"He's actually got a point, the markings on their uniforms weren't anything from any currently existing military, and those jets can't hover from what we've seen, meaning they aren't anything new. And we can't ignore the flight characteristics that the girl listed, the only fighters that Remnant has that can go that fast, and climb that fast belong to Atlas, and they don't ever leave Atlas. Add onto that the fact that they don't know what hunters are, and their weapons. There's a very real possibility that they might not be from Remnant, and if they are then they've been living under a rock."
Summer thinks about it, and slowly nods.
"Yeah, I guess you might be right. We'll have to ask them sometime, but for right now we need to hurry up and eat, our team match is in an hour."
Everyone hurries in eating before quickly paying the tab and boarding a ship to the stadium.
As they're getting off the ship Summer gets another text from Amelia.
'Before I forget... tell Raven I said "nice hair".'
Summer smiles and puts her scroll away, joining the group of people walking off.

POV switch- Amelia, third person.

Nearing the place they were flying to Pontiac flight descends to 5,000 feet and starts lining up for the runway, Amelia watches the radar for any contacts, and occasionally checks their six o'clock.
They ease down and gently land, quickly taxiing to a trio of closed hangars away from the main terminal.
Jackson stops their Thud in front of the hangar and powers down, taking his sidearm with him as he opens the hangar doors and clears it out.
He comes back out a few minutes later.
"Wow, these are really nice hangars, they even have living quarters, a kitchen, and a bathroom with a shower. They have plenty of tools for maintenance too."
Amelia nods and looks around for a pusher cart, easily finding one parked along the far hangar.
She jogs over and hops in it, driving it back to the plane before spinning the plane around and pushing it tail-first into the hangar, she quickly follows suit with Cassie's plane too.
Once done she parks the vehicle in between the two hangars and walks into the hangar that 'total tease' is in.
"Hey check this out! It's that bunch from earlier today fighting in the coliseum!" Jackson yells from a makeshift living room tucked in the far corner, a holographic television is turned on and he's sitting in a recliner.
"Really!?" Amelia jogs over and sits on the couch, watching the team fight leaves Amelia in awe.
"There's no way they should be able to pull off half of those tactics, much less win with them..." She tapers off as Summer takes one of the enemy swordsman out of the match.
"Damn, she's a bit of a badass!" Jackson chuckles.
"No kidding, to think that such a timid girl could be capable of that..." Amelia thinks back to how quiet Summer was until Raven threatened her.
Suddenly the last person on the other team gets taken out by the blonde kid, winning Summer's team the match.
As the team walks off the arena the picture changes to a middle-aged man with glasses.
{Hello Pontiac lead, I am headmaster Ozpin of Beacon academy. Glad to see you made it safely to Vale. Before you ask yes I can see and hear you.}
Amelia doesn't move, she just lays on the couch and listens to what the man has to say.
"How can we help you sir?" Jackson asks, sitting up in the chair.
{Well, as of right now, the only way you can help me is by staying out of trouble until I get you registered as citizens of Vale. However, I would like to be the first to welcome you to the world of Remnant, and I would also like to extend an invitation for you and your friends in the other hangar to attend Beacon academy.}
Amelia and Jackson look at each other for a second.
"Sure, why not."
Ozpin looks surprised for a second before chuckling.
{You don't want to think about it? It's a rather difficult academy.}
The two aviators both look at each other again before busting out laughing.
{If I may ask, what is so funny?}
Amelia does her best to compose herself.
"Sir, you see that there aircraft behind us?"
Ozpin nods.
"We have over a hundred and fifty missions in that aircraft alone, not counting the two that we've had before it. All of said missions were in some of the most dangerous places in the world. If you think your academy is hard, we've been through worse."
Ozpin looks thoughtfully at them before smiling.
{Okay then, I shall start on your application forms when I return from the festival, until then please remain in the hangars, there is a rather large library in the third hangar, and as you may have discovered, there are hallways leading between the hangars. Any questions?}
Amelia raises her hand as if in class.
"There is the issue of getting our planes refueled and rearmed."
Ozpin nods and smiles.
{Yes, yes, I have been working on that ever since you took off from Vacuo. As for fuel, petroleum fuel is rather hard to manufacture, and so it may be a couple days before we can get a constant supply. Resupplying on ammunition however... that will be easier. I have had a shipment sent to your hangar, it should arrive in the morning, should you need anything else please let me know, Major Jackson has my number.}
The channel changes back to the arena fighting and Amelia looks over at Jackson.
"I haven't heard anyone call you Major in a long time."
He chuckles in response and gets up.
"I know right? I think the last person was that arrogant old prick in Pakistan."
Amelia turns off the TV and pulls out her scroll before typing out a message to Summer.
'Nice match, I managed to catch the second half.'
Summer texts back about a minute later.
'Thanks! I take it that means you've landed safely?'
Amelia stands up and walks into the kitchen, checking the cupboards for something easy to munch on while she slowly types out her response.
'Yeah, we're in Vale, three hangars on the south end of the airfield. When you're in the area you should swing by.'
Amelia grabs a package of what looks like saltine crackers and heads back to the couch, flopping down on it before opening the newest message.
'Definitely will do! I'll try to keep Raven from finding out, she's still not so sure of you guys. But I think we should be back by tomorrow, the Vytal festival is usually pretty short.'
Amelia smiles and moves her fingers to respond, but Cassie bursts through the door.
"Amy. You need to see this."