First fanfic in a long time. All critique and comments welcome.
Single OC, no cross overs, for slightly more mature audiences.
Prologue - Old friends
Time: [3:37 AM]
Location: [City of Vale, Beacon Academy, Headmaster's Office]
Headmaster Ozpin was sitting behind his desk, glancing through a hefty folder of documents. The documents were handed to him by James Ironwood, who was standing before him with a coffee mug in his hand.
The general had arrived early and covert with just a few guards and had requested a private meeting between the headmasters and old friends. After very minimal greetings he had asked the headmaster of beacon to read the contents of the file. After a solid ten minutes of reading, Ozpin had grasped the reason of this late, or, depending on the view, early, visit.
"So, in summary, James, you want me to take a dangerous individual captured by Atlas' military black ops team..."
"To be correct, it is not a black ops team, but rather a group of highly talented individuals selected from the ranks of Atlas..." Ironwood started to explain with a proud smile, but was cut by Ozpin's cold, albeit tired, stare. His smile disappeared as he coughed and reached inside his white overcoat, but stopped in his tracks. Remembering it was nearly morning and that the flight back to Atlas would take some time, he decided to drink his coffee black for once. "Please continue." , Ironwood said, swirling his coffee around, a moot effort.
"...and rehabilitate him by introducing the responsibilities, strict rules and the normal school life of a young adult. Among my students in beacon."
"That is correct." The general agreed without any visible emotion on his face.
Ozpin dropped the file he was going through onto the table, got up and walked to his mug on the corner of the desk and took it up. The mug was brought up and moved around under his nose in an attempt to revive his dulled senses. "And this cannot be done in your academy because...?"
"Because of reasons that I cannot disclose. Let's just say that distance and a new environment should probably help with the rehabilitation." Ironwood said with a small and tight smile.
Ozpin tasted his coffee and waited to think for a bit. "I see. Do you think he can be rehabilitated, that this Mister..." Ozpin walked back to his desk to spot a name from the document to the subject of this conversation. " ...Weltraum Schwarz, can truly become of use to us against the Grimm?"
"He is young and has no beliefs behind his actions. No greater purposes, religions or other affiliations that might have filled his mind. If we play our cards right, we'll get a powerful weapon."
"And you think he is an asset. Not a person for whom we need to go through all this trouble?"
Ironwood put his mug down on to the table. "I am asking this not as a general or a headmaster, but as a friend Oz. I have my reasons to ask this, but please do not..." He started to insist, but was again cut off.
"James, young criminals as a gift are almost as bad as puppies. They require responsibility and vigilance, and the whole thing might go bad if the recipient can't rise to the occasion." Ozpin turned his back to Ironwood and took another sip of his coffee. After a small silence that seemed to last forever, just as Ironwood opened his mouth to voice a question, Ozpin continued. "Fortunately I can." He said reassuringly. "I will take him off your hands. He is in one of your airships I assume?"
"Not quite." Ironwood said turning around and signalling to his guards at the door with his hand. "Bring him in."
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