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As the elevator doors opened to show the communications room, Jaune honestly felt like throwing up. His stress was becoming harder and harder to manage.

It was almost funny in a way. Jaune was leader of a Platoon of teens trained to kill monsters, he was confident enough to lead his group into battle and be the first to charge at the enemy, he had even been confident enough to reciprocate Weiss' feelings earlier in the day, and yet a video-call with his parents was making him tremble in his boots - both figuratively and literally.

He had always loved his parents, and they had always loved him, but one subject had always been a wedge through their relation; his dream of becoming a Hunter. And now, he would have to tell them that he ignored all of their worries and broke the law to enter Beacon Academy.

What Cyan had told him a few weeks back also weighed on his conscience. Apparently, their mother had been devastated by his disappearance, and even their father had become extremely worried for him after his anger was extinguished. Guilt and shame were strong in Jaune's heart.

The boy walked into the room and made his way to a computer at the very back. The room was thankfully empty, negating the need for any small talk with soldiers. In his state of nervousness, Jaune was sure that he would have made a fool out of himself.

Sitting on the chair in front of the monitor, Jaune activated the machine and waited for the screen to lit up. When it finally did, the face of one of the secretaries he had talked to on the first floor appeared on the screen. The woman sent him a polite smile.

"Ah, Mister Arc, I see that you have found the communications room." The secretary greeted him. "Do you want me to call the Arc household immediately?"

"Yes, please." Jaune managed to squeak out. Nothing good would come from delaying the conversation.

"Very well, then I shall leave you to it." The woman nodded and her face disappeared from the monitor.

The screen went back to black, and Jaune started concentrating on his breathing. He had to keep calm, otherwise, this could all go wrong very quickly. After a few seconds during which Jaune barely managed to level his breathing, the monitor lit up again to show a smiling face and amethyst hair which Jaune knew very well.

"Mom…" Jaune squeaked out as he did his best to smile despite everything. He felt his smile falter as the joy on his mother's face drained away only to be replaced by confusion.

"J-Jaune?" Violet Arc stammered as her eyes widened in disbelief. "Oh, Gods! Jaune!" The woman stood up from her chair and brought her hands to her face as astonishment took hold of her features and tears began forming at the edges of her eyes.

Only then did Jaune realize that his mother had been expecting to talk to Cyan, not him. She had had no reason to believe that her missing child would have made his way to the military base of Blackcliff, especially since his only letter had told his family that he was going to Vacuo. He could barely imagine the shock that she must have been feeling.

"Yes, mom… it's me." Jaune confirmed as tears began to blur his vision and a true smile formed on his lips. It was good to see his mother's face again.

"I… I can't believe it!" Violet stuttered as she brought her hands down from her face to show a smile. "It's been so long."

"Five months." Jaune nodded, guilt taking hold of him before he shook it off.

Violet Arc still looked stunned, but now her smile was taking control. She turned her head to the right and cupped her hands around her mouth before shouting at someone in another room.

"Azur! Come here, quickly!" The woman shouted as Jaune took another long breath to prepare himself.

After a few seconds, a taller, brawnier, and older version of Jaune entered the field of vision of the monitor. Azur Arc, the Hunter that Jaune had always dreamed of becoming, looked at his wife questioningly for an instant as she pointed towards the computer. As he turned to gaze at the screen, his curious expression changed for one of complete incredulity.

"W-what? Jaune? Is that you, Jaune?" Azur tripped on his words as he approached the computer. His mouth was agape; he seemed both hopeful and hesitant.

"It's me, yeah." Jaune did his best to control his voice.

His parents were now standing side by side in the middle of the monitor screen. As their disbelief dissipated, he could see their expressions becoming completely dissimilar. His mother sported one of the sweetest smiles he had ever seen, one of a mother finally reunited with her child. His father instead showed a deep frown of worry and frustration. His mother was the one to break the silence.

"I'm so happy to be seeing your face again after so long!" She chirped. "Are you well? What are you doing in Blackcliff? Did Cyan manage to find you?"

Jaune resigned himself to explain his situation, knowing that no delay was possible. But, before he could open his mouth, his father spoke.

"You volunteered into the Army of Vale, didn't you?" Azur's voice was harsh but still filled with worry. "Don't deny it. Why else would you be wearing a military coat?"

Jaune's eyes widened in surprise and he looked down at his coat. It was indeed a coat from the Army of Vale, one that Cyan had picked for him in Blackcliff's storage depot a few days after his arrival. It was easily recognizable by its drab coloring used for most of Vale's military uniforms.

"Actually, it's a bit more complicated than that." Jaune scratched the back of his head as he decided the best way to explain himself. "Right now I'm in Blackcliff on a mission with the military of Mistral, but I'm not technically a part of their army." He took a long breath. "I'm leading a group of other trainees from the Hunter Academies of Beacon and Haven."

Understanding washed over his parents as Jaune stopped talking. His mother brought her hands back to cover her mouth as her eyes widened in unmistakable fear. His father's face hardened as he clenched his jaw in anger.

"So you got into Beacon after all." His father said in an accusing tone. Jaune nodded. "How did you do it? I always made sure you would not have the credentials and your sad excuse for a training routine would never have made you equal to Beacon's standards."

Jaune smiled sardonically as he locked eyes with his father, his bitterness winning over his shame. "It's true that you didn't leave me many options. I had to pay a criminal to forge my credentials. I cost me most of my savings, too."

"You forged your way into one of the best Academies on Remnant?!" Azur Arc roared in anger. "Not only did you ignore all the counsels me and your mother gave you for the last seven years but you broke the law?"

Jaune felt his bitterness being pushed aside as anger took hold. "Do you think that was an easy decision? Do you really think I wasn't torn up inside when I decided to resort to treachery? I hated myself from the moment I got the idea to well after my admission! I felt like I was betraying everything I believed in just for some childish fantasy!"

"Then why did you do it?" Azur snapped, his voice strong and harsh.

"Because it was the right thing to do, and because that had been my only dream since I was a kid!" Jaune snapped back, feeling more anger in his tone than he had in months, perhaps years. "I've always wanted to become a Hunter to help protect Humanity, and I wouldn't let anyone stop me from achieving it, not even you!"

A short moment of silence followed. Jaune did his best to calm himself down, knowing that anger was rarely if ever the best solution in a conversation. His cool-headedness in difficult situations was something that the boy took pride in, something that he had worked upon since becoming the leader of team JWPR, and he would not let his father undo it. It wasn't easy, the mere sight of his scowling father bringing back dark memories of his dreams being repressed without a reason given, but Jaune finally regained control of his emotions.

His father's anger seemed to have leveled off as well, but the faint twist of his mouth showed that very little would be needed for him to fall back into a seething rage. Jaune had learned to recognize those signs many years ago.

His mother still seemed perturbed by the anger present in the previous exchange but has her eyes locked with Jaune's through the monitors a resigned smile came to her lips. She spoke in a soft tone.

"You always were headstrong, Jaune, even as a child." Violet Arc said in a fond tone. "With the war waging on and your eighteenth birthday approaching, I actually expected you to join the army, but I should have known that you would find a way to become a Hunter instead."

"Yeah, I would have volunteered for the army as soon as possible if I hadn't already been a part of the war effort." Jaune agreed, prompting an annoyed sigh from his father. "My partner even made a joke of my over enthusiasm with volunteering when we first saw recruitment posters in Vale."

"Ah, so you are entertaining good relations with your teammates?" His mother's face seemed hopeful.

"Yeah, I am." Jaune answered with a smile. "I've made more friends since getting into Beacon than I ever did in the years before. The hardships we had to endure together only made us closer."

"Hardships?" His father asked, an evident judgemental edge to his voice. "You mean since you got to Blackcliff?"

"The Operation we were a part of definitely made the Hunter Platoon closer, but me and my friends from Beacon got a taste of combat and defeat a few months before that." Jaune could feel his smile melt away as memories of his group's first mission came to his mind. "My team, JWPR, and team RYBN were sent to the Northern border of Vale to defend the village of Olmar when the Grimm invasion was just starting, and we failed miserably. More than a dozen people died, and we had to evacuate Olmar with the survivors."

Jaune's mother was visibly horrified by his words, and even his father seemed to forget his anger for a second. A sad frown made his way onto Azur Arc's face.

"And you say this experience only made the bond between your teams stronger?" Azur asked. Jaune nodded in confirmation, and a sad smile formed on his father's lips. "That is impressive. Many would have been broken by such an experience, or at least disillusioned."

Jaune might have been overanalysing things, but he could have sworn that some form of pride or at least respect was present in his father's words. This was unexpected and confusing. For years, Jaune's father had only shown cynicism or anger when confronted with anything related to Hunters or their values, so having him almost praise the idea of friendships strengthening on the battlefield was surprising.

The sadness in his father's voice was also something that unsettled Jaune. Sorrow was not something that Azur Arc demonstrated often.

"We are a strong group, and we all have something driving us forwards, so we wouldn't let anything bring us down." Jaune explained. "It was difficult, of course, but we managed to build upon what we had learned from the defeat to become stronger."

"If only that was always possible." Azur sighed sadly, his deep sorrow visible even for Jaune. "But sadly, everyone has a breaking point, no matter how strong they might seem. One defeat too many, another friend lost, one more team broken; it becomes too much for even the most driven person." Azur sat down on the nearest chair, aimed his head at the ceiling, and closed his eyes. He was visibly in strong emotional pain.

Jaune was wide-eyed and mouth agape as understanding washed over him. His father's words had been filled with melancholy and grief, and he now sat down as if the mere fact of standing was proving too difficult to handle. His face showed a frown of despair and misery. A man as proud and strong as Azur Arc would not demonstrate so much pain from simply talking about the idea of loss and defeat, it was a sign that he had personally lived it. He had been the person in his example.

And suddenly, the actions of his father made a lot more sense. He hadn't decided to do his best to stop Jaune's dream of becoming a Hunter without a reason or with the only goal of inflicting pain on him; it was actually the opposite.

After suffering so much in his duties as a Hunter and losing so many friends and teammates, Azur Arc had most certainly decided not to let his son go on the same path.

As these thoughts ran through Jaune's head, as the shock of understanding left him speechless, his parents were similarly silent. His mother moved behind her husband's chair and hugged him softly, the man quickly reaching for her hand and grasping it. The fact that his mother had reacted so quickly and wordlessly made it clear for Jaune that her having to comfort her husband was not an isolated event. The deep sorrow on her face showed that she knew exactly what he was going through.

After a few minutes, Azur Arc seemed to regain his composure. He taped his wife's hand softly and she stopped their hug. She moved back to his side with an exchanged soft smile. Azur then turned back to the monitor and locked eyes with Jaune. The boy was still uncertain of what to say, but his father spoke first instead.

"I-I'm sorry that you had to see that, Jaune." The man spoke softly. "You must be quite confused right now."

"A little." Jaune confirmed. "But I think I understand a lot more now."

Azur smiled softly, fondly. "You were always smarter than I gave you credit for." The man sighed. "So you understand my motivations for not wanting you to become a Hunter?"

Jaune nodded. "Yes, I think. You didn't want me to go through the same pain that you did. And, since you only started to speak against becoming a Hunter when I was about ten years old, I'm guessing that something big happened at that time that made your decision final."

His father nodded slowly as Jaune talked, grimacing softly at the end. "You are right. I had my last Hunter mission as part of a team about seven years ago, and things did not end well." Pain came back in force on Azur's face as horrid memories most certainly hit him.

"You don't have to tell me more, Dad." Jaune talked before his father could continue, not willing to have him suffer unnecessarily. "At least you don't have to tell me now. We can keep the details for when I come home for a visit or something."

"Very well." Azur looked somewhat relieved. Then, his expression hardened and became serious. "In any case, there is something I must ask you. Knowing what you do now of my motivations, do you have any intention to abandon the path you are now on?"

Jaune didn't even have to think for a full second.

"No, not at all." Jaune shook his head. "I am sorry for what happened to you all those years ago, dad, I really am, and I understand your motivations, but that still doesn't change anything for me. Abandoning the path of a Hunter wouldn't only mean abandoning my dreams, but my team and my Platoon as well. I can't even entertain that sort of idea. I'm not even sure if I could legally abandon anyways since I'm on a military mission."

The idea of abandoning his friends, of abandoning Weiss, of abandoning Vale in its time of need; Jaune felt sick even just to think about it.

His father only smiled at his answer. It was a soft and resigned smile, but it still had power. "Your commitment is honorable, Jaune. Not being able to convince you pains me, but I will respect your decision."

"T-thank you, dad." Jaune stammered as the words of his father washed over him. The weight of the world seemed to have been removed from his shoulders, and he smiled back at his father.

The acceptation of his dream by his father, something that he had hoped would happen for so long… something that he had been resigned would never happen… it felt liberating to an extreme degree. Almost at once, all the animosity he had held against his father for the years of crushed dreams vanished.

Another silence followed, shorter than the previous one. Violet Arc broke it first. Only when she started talking did Jaune realize that his mother had been crying.

"I am so relieved to finally see you two agreeing on this!" Violet exclaimed in an excited voice as tears of joy continued to fall from her eyes. She put her hand on her husband's shoulder. "You will have to tell the girls about this too, alright Azur?"

Azur sighed resignedly. "Very well, I'll tell them tomorrow."

"About that, how are the girls doing?" Jaune asked of his parents. "I'm pretty surprised that none of them heard us talking and interrupted our conversation."

Jaune was quite eager to see his sisters again after such a long period of time. They had been some of his only friends for years, after all.

His mother smiled sadly. "They didn't hear us because none of them is here." She explained as Jaune frowned in confusion. "A decree from Vale has called for the evacuation of the countryside by anyone fifteen years old or younger."

"WHAT?" Jaune exclaimed.

"They want to protect the children from unexpected Grimm attacks and protect the border regions from the negative emotions caused by the presence of children near war zones." Azur Arc said, the sharpness of his tone making evident that he was not entirely happy with the situation. "Your four youngest sisters have been moved to the island of Patch, and the two others have moved to the city of Vale to finish their education."

Patch? Isn't that where Ruby and Yang used to live?

"But what are they going to do now? What good is it to move hundreds of thousands of children to Patch?" Jaune questioned.

"Thousands of adults have been moved to Patch as well, and the island has been cleared of Grimm before being heavily fortified." Azur answered. He had obviously done his research. "The forest on the island was known to house Grimm, but it has been thoroughly cleansed by troops from Vale and Vacuo, and a large portion has started to get cut down to construct more habitations for the refugees. They are basically building a new city on Patch, and it might be the second largest in Vale by the time that the war is done. Basic walls and fortifications were built by Vacuan engineers even before refugees started arriving, and the combined naval fleets of Vale and Vacuo are protecting the island from aerial or naval attacks."

Wow.

So Vale and its close ally Vacuo were combining their efforts to create a new safe zone for the mass of refugees fleeing the Grimm. Jaune would never have thought of it, but it made sense on many levels.

Firstly, since Patch was an island, it meant that once all Grimm were cleansed from its surface the only threats would be from aquatic or aerial Grimm. It was thus a lot more defendable than anywhere on the continent, even Vale.

Secondly, moving masses of refugees to Patch meant helping with the housing problem that had started to appear in the city of Vale. While the kingdom's capital was enclosed by walls and thus could hardly expand without throwing away any semblance of security, Patch had some unexploited land that could be used. Jaune remembered Ruby talking of her natal island and how a forest covered almost two-thirds of it. Cutting down forests was not something that Jaune overly appreciated on an environmental standpoint, but he could not argue that housing refugees was more important in the short term than protecting the trees.

Thirdly, it meant giving jobs to the refugees of the war. Jaune remembered from his conversation with a refugee of Olmar a few weeks ago that unemployment was becoming a grave problem in the city of Vale, and the construction of a new city on Patch would help resolve this problem. Workers would indeed be needed to build the city and make it function.

Fourthly, something that the cynical part of Jaune's mind thought of, Patch could be a last evacuation point if the entirety of Vale was overrun. The thought was dark, but Jaune could only imagine that Vale's decision makers had had it too. If the city of Vale itself had to be abandoned, Jaune could only assume that millions upon millions of people would have died already, but at least Patch would leave a chance for a counterattack... or at least help the refugees migrate to another nation.

Jaune thought of a question to restart the conversation.

"So, how are the girls acclimating to Patch?" He asked.

"Not too badly, surprisingly enough." His mother answered. "The four of them are living in the same house, and their hosts are quite friendly. Cobalt and Lime and many kids from our village are being taught by a woman who used to have a school in the North of Vale. Olive and Fraise have been accepted into Signal Academy, and they are having their classes in a barn while the school finishes its enlargement renovations."

This was another shock.

"Signal Academy? They are going to a combat school?" Jaune was extremely surprised.

"Any child old enough for combat training and demonstrating the basic skills for it was drafted by the Academy." Azur's voice was thick with annoyance. "They are only to receive basic training, but afterward they will have the choice to leave the Academy or not."

"For the moment, Olive and Fraise seem to be loving it, so I would not be surprised if they continued beyond the basic training." Violet continued.

Jaune was stunned. He had never heard any of his sisters talk of any interest for becoming Huntresses, so learning that two of them were not only training for it but also enjoying it was quite a news. The idea of his sisters training for combat was somewhat comforting, however, since it meant that they would never again be defenseless.

"Well, as long as they're happy it's all that matters, I guess." Jaune shrugged. A question then came to his mind. "Why didn't you follow them to Patch? Is the village still safe enough that you don't count as refugees?"

His natal village was situated only one hundred kilometers to the East of the city of Vale, in one of the only areas not yet touched by the war.

"That is precisely it." His father agreed. "While all children in the countryside have been moved, the rest of us have to stay put as long as our houses are not overrun. There is a limit to how many people Patch might be able to house, and we need to protect all possible agricultural land anyways."

Fair enough.

Jaune already feared that a famine might be an inescapable effect of the war, Vale having lost about two-thirds of its land, and so all land that could possibly be protected had to be.

"So." His mother's voice took Jaune away from his thoughts. He met eyes with her as she smiled affectionately. "How have you been doing in these past months? We want details."

Jaune smiled and started recounting his experiences in Beacon.


Cyan fell into a fit of laughter as Weiss finished her recounting of her declaration of love to Jaune and his immediate reaction.

"He is such an irredeemable idiot." Cyan said as she wiped tears of laughter from her eyes. "I'm almost surprised that he didn't just faint after hearing you."

Weiss chuckled. "I almost knocked him out myself when he decided to ask me if I was serious."

"He would have deserved it." Cyan grinned devilishly. "More than any other person I know, my brother needs to have some sense knocked into him once in a while."

"I can only agree." Weiss nodded. "But at least he has improved since getting into Beacon."

"I'm going to guess that you had much to do with this improvement." Cyan smiled happily at Weiss. "From what Jaune told me, you were a great influence on him."

Weiss smiled proudly, fondly. "I did help him a lot. From studying to combat training and trying to help him in his leadership, I barely left his side when we were in Beacon. There are some things that I did not have to teach him, however. His diligence, tenacity, and drive to help others were already present."

"You know, hearing you speak so fondly of my brother might be the most sickeningly cute thing I've ever experienced." Cyan said, a teasing tone to her voice.

Weiss had to blush. "I am extremely fond of him, that is certain. Otherwise, I would not have risked the possibility of being rejected."

Cyan snickered. "You two will make a lovely couple, I can feel it in my bones. You'll be a nice sister-in-law too."

Weiss felt her blush become even more pronounced. "Sister-in-law? Is it not a bit early to be talking like that?"

And it's not like you need any more sisters…

"Always look forward, that's my motto!" Cyan waved her arm at the sky, an oddly inspired look on her face.

Weiss made a face midway in-between amusement and annoyance. She was starting to realize that Jaune was not the only buffoon in his family.

"In any case," Weiss continued, "I am quite glad to see that you have no problem with my relationship with Jaune."

Cyan grinned at her. "Of course I'm glad!" She exclaimed. "My little brother finally got his first girlfriend, that's something to celebrate! The fact that I know you're strong enough to knock him around if needed only makes it better!"

Weiss smiled softly. "I can only hope that the rest of your family will be as welcoming."

"Ah, don't worry about them." Cyan waved off. "I can't imagine my mother or sisters being anything less than ecstatic when they learn that Jaune got a girlfriend, and even my father shouldn't have anything to be annoyed with on that front."

Weiss nodded slowly, her smile melting away as she thought of her own family. "I somewhat doubt that my father will be as accepting."

Cyan frowned and grimaced softly. "I'm guessing that your father isn't the most easy-going guy around?" Weiss nodded in answer, and Cyan grunted in sympathy. "Sorry for bringing the subject of family around, I realize that it isn't always sunshine and rainbows."

Weiss shook her head. "No worries. I will need to seriously ponder the subject soon anyways." That removed the grimace from Cyan's face.

The blue-haired woman's face then lit up and she turned her entire body to face Weiss. "Actually, all this talk of family made me think of another subject I wanted to ask you about." The woman grinned and Weiss lifted an eyebrow to show she was interested. "Do you have any insight on when your father's company will make its next delivery to Blackcliff?"

Weiss' eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected question. "Hum, no, I have no idea when the SDC will make its next shipment. I had no idea they ever intended to do so."

"They made half-a-dozen deliveries to the base already, and it has really made our life easier." Cyan grimaced as if in deep thought for a moment before continuing. "Actually, I think the SDC and Atlas in general might have been the biggest reason why the Grimm are not already barking at the walls of Vale."

"Really?" Weiss was wide-eyed in amazement. "I remembered you mentioning that Atlas was helping with Vale's war effort when we first talked, but I did not realize that the SDC was also doing its share."

"Well, to be fair, it's easy to confuse help from Atlas's military with shipments directly from the SDC since the two are so interconnected, but anyway you want to look at it, your family's company is one of the things that's keeping us standing."

"What kind of aid is the SDC sending to Vale?" Weiss asked.

"Dust, big killer robots, more Dust, guns and ammo, some Dust, anti-air vehicles, engineers, and some Dust to top it all." Cyan listed on her gloved fingers. "Nearly all of the welding done at the base uses premium Atlesian Dust, mobile anti-air vehicles like the Ostwind are spread out along the supply road back to Vale, and a group of about 200 SDC engineers was sent directly to the front two weeks ago to analyse the defenses and start the work on new fortifications."

Weiss was honestly stunned. She had had no knowledge of any assistance of Vale by the SDC, and to learn the gigantic extent of that assistance was making her question many things.

She would never have assumed that her father would have enough concern for the survival of Vale to assist them in any way. Her father was a businessman, but not a philanthropist. He cared about making his company prosper by any means necessary, moral or not, and thus would rarely spend money and resources on anything else than business investments.

And then Weiss understood.

These deliveries by the SDC, they were certainly not offered with a helping hand; they were bulk sales. The SDC had been selling Dust to all the militaries of Remnant since its inception, and now they were simply augmenting the scale. Weiss did not know whether Vale was paying directly for the shipments or making promises to repay the SDC in full after the war, but one thing was certain; Jacques Schnee was going to get every lien in due time.

Cyan's enthusiasm towards the SDC's 'help' now felt bitter to Weiss, but she decided not to tell her the truth. This might have been a flagrant case of a company profiting from the war economy to fill its coffers, but the end result would still be the same. Vale would get its Dust and weapons, and that's something that even Weiss' cynical view of the SDC couldn't twist.

"Hey, Remnant to Weiss, are you still with us?" Cyan waved a hand in front of Weiss' vision, pulling her away from her pensive state.

"Oh, yes, sorry about that. My mind wandered for a moment." Weiss excused herself.

"Heh, that's not a problem." Cyan waved off. "Anyways, I can't imagine that my brother will soon be finished with our parents, so do you have an idea for another topic to talk about?"

Weiss twisted her mouth as she thought, smiling when she found her idea. "I was wondering if you would tell me about the rest of your family, actually." She told Cyan. "Jaune never really talked about them, but I can imagine that there is a lot to tell."

Cyan grinned. "Oh yeah, there is a lot to tell. You can't live in a house with seven other siblings without a lot of crazy things happening."

And so the two girls talked and talked and talked for hours, Cyan exchanging anecdotes from the Arc household while Weiss did the same with anecdotes from Beacon. This conversation did wonders to combat Weiss' anxiety.

She had almost forgotten how good small-talk could be for morale. Simply having the occasion to speak of unimportant subjects instead of emotionally charged or professional ones was exactly what she had needed to release the tension of the day.


And voilà! Another chapter filled with relationships. I do hope that you liked it! As always, reviews are greatly appreciated!

The bits of world building about Patch and the SDC were my favorites to write (of course), so I hope that you appreciated them! Oh, and just to make things clear, even I think that Weiss is being too cynical about the SDC. After all, the SDC is just profiting from the flaws in the system to exploit its workers and exploit the war economy, both things that most capitalist companies would do if given the choice. That's capitalism for ya. The problem here is that Weiss is biased. When she thinks of the SDC, she thinks of her father, and she happens to hate her father. After all, he did make her into a stiff and repressed heiress until her friends broke her out of her shell.

Anyways, let's jump into the reviews!

1)Denre: Well, I hope that you liked seeing Jaune's parents!

2)gdvp111: Well, I do hope that you better appreciated the flow of this chapter! All in all, the conversation between Jaune and his parents took quite a long time to write.

3)desdelor97: Thanks again!

4)MrFox7189: I hope you liked the conversation!

5)ARKOS-GUARDIAN: Well, sadly enough I wasn't really able to implement the idea that you proposed, but I hope that you liked the chapter anyway! Since Jaune's dad was already over-protective in a way, I didn't want his mom to be too.

6)The Red Sun: Let me tell you right now, you will know who will be sent to Vale in the next chapter.

7)I Want To Die69: We will know when the next operation will be very, very soon. I don't expect more than two other chapters in Blackcliff before they move out again.

8)scottusa1: Hehe, yeah, Yang would have loved the opportunity to call them Yellowsnow in canon.

And voilà! Next chapter will have the teens training and learning new skills, so finally some action for me to write!

I'll see you there!