"It seems Summer hasn't lost her touch over the years," Glynda commented as she watched from her scroll the live stream match between her and Raven's child.
"Indeed," Ozpin answered as he to watched the match from his scroll's screen. "Thou, I don't believe she was as proficient in hand to hand as before her time in Beacon. Most likely from the various militant groups that have recruited her over her years in space." The Headmaster said as he examined the fight.
Goodwitch glanced over at the old wizard with stern eyes. "She also wasn't very pleased the state Amber is in."
"None of us like the state Amber is in, nor can we change that for that matter," Ozpin replied. "Our only hope now is ether find Amber's attacker or find us our guardian."
"I hope she can find them..." Glynda said.
Ozpin and Goodwitch had shown Summer the Vault, where the current Fall Maiden was kept and explained her condition. They could tell that Summer felt heartbroken by the fate that befell young Amber. But it was when they presented the circumstance of the Fall Maidens power to another girl. Summer had nearly lost it. The woman was very vocal and against the idea of the Aura machine and the procedure. Goodwhitch was in the same boat as the elder Rose in this discussion.
"I do too." Ozpin said solemnly.
The two continued to watch the fight in silence. Ozpin noticed something in the huntsman fighting style that made him softly hum. "I wonder why she isn't using the weapons she brought with from her time above?"
His college also saw this. "From what I gather, Summer's weapon's from space shoots at a velocity above what Dust is capable of doing. Damage from this weapon is unknown to us, and don't know how it stands against a person's Aura. Perhaps she is cautious when using it on a student, her daughter most of all." Glynda explained as she examend Summer putting Yang in a submissive chokehold. The blonds legs kicked feverishly in a comical way as she tried to get herself out. Ozpin chuckled from the sight. "Although it seems that she won't need to demonstrate for this."
"No, I would think not," Ozpin agreed.
The next day.
"This has to be the most incredible way to waste food I have ever seen."
Summer stood next to two boys, a monkey Faunus and a blue hair boy who just got covered in grape soda. Just minutes ago, Summer had walked into the Cafeteria to get a snack only for a crowd kids, nearly running her over. The next was Team JNPR standing over a mountain of stacked lunch tables, facing off against Team RWBY, responding with a declaration of war, and a resounding battle cry that would make Wrex beat his chest with pride.
What followed would be considered madness by the Human Systems Alliance standards.
Blond teen getting knocked down by flying turkeys, bread sword fights of epic proportions, her oldest daughter being sent through the roof by a ginger with a watermelon mallet, ending with a cyclone of speed and food created by youngest.
Now they were looking at the wall covered in school food minus the full-body imprints that team JNPR left behind as they fell to the ground.
"I love these guys," the boy with the monkey tail said. The flat look the other boy covered in soda gave him said otherwise.
The doors behind them quickly burst open with Glynda entering the mess, growling as she went. She proceeds to use her telekinesis in a display that would put biotics all over the galaxy to shame as she re-organizes the room back to the way it was. Summer even noticed she removed most of the soda stains from the two teams.
"Children, please. Do not play with your food!" Glynda's stated as she adjusts her glasses.
Nora burps aloud as both Teams JNPR and RWBY try and fail to compose themselves. A screaming Yang then crashes from the ceiling into one of the tables, and they all laugh at the situation.
Glynda grumbled, but Ozpin approached and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Let it go." He told her.
Glynda sighed. "They're supposed to be the defenders of the world."
"And they will be, but right now, they're still children. So why not let them play the part?" He continued, before walking away from the group. "After all, it isn't a role they'll have forever." He finished.
Summer narrowed her eyes dangerously at the Headmaster. She knew his game and how he picked his players. After all, her old team was a few pieces of 'their' board. The way he eyed her daughter's team just now was not something she liked. It was the same one he had with her team. Summer would make damn sure to keep them away from the Old Wizard and Witch's war.
She will do whatever it took for team RWBY not to be another STRQ.
"Hey, kids!" She shouted, gaining the two teams. The sister's skin paling a bit when they locked eyes.
"Oh! Hey, mom..." Yang said shyly.
"Alright, kids. Just because you have fun doesn't mean you can slack off afterwards. Grabs some brooms and mops and clean up your mess." Summer pointed at the nearby janitor closet. The teams looked stunned while the N7 raised an eyebrow. "What? Didn't think your actions have consequences? I expect this lunchroom to be clean by dinner is served later."
"Aww..." some of the girls cried.
Being a teacher has its perks.
"I don't remember Atlas showing up like this when my team participated during the Vytal Festival."
Summer stood with the Headmaster Ozpin and Glynda in the Headmaster's office. The three watching the major show of force the kingdom of Atlas displayed for the people of Vale. The N7 Commander could respect the display of strength demonstrated before her, but the Elite Huntress said otherwise.
"Ironwood certainly loves bringing his work wherever he travels," Glynda says in an annoyed tone.
"It's one way of showing off," Summer said in a neutral tone. Her eye's moving from ship to ship to gage their firepower.
"Well, running an academy and a military makes him a busy man," Ozpin says as three more armed Bullheads fly by the tower. "But yes, those are a bit of an eyesore." A chirping beep sounded repeatedly. Ozpin turned to see a hollow-message "Access Requested" on his desk. "Come in." He invited.
Summer looked to see three people walk in, two men and a woman dressed in white and blue.
She had never met the guy before her disappearance from her memories. Ozpin recruited him into his circle of friends a year into her trip to the stars. From the file Ozpin gave her, he started as a Huntsman from Atlas. According to his psych profile, a workaholic who made his way up to the Kingdoms military and Headmaster of their Huntsman Academy seats. Thus, allowing him to hold two seats on the Council. He wore a military dress uniform with the typical Atlas white colorings and had a single white glove on his right hand. A thing to note is he had a gunslinger belt with two heavy pistols on each side. The other had a man with short brown hair and teal-green eyes. His uniform suited him more as a Huntsman then a military officer as it had no sleeves. He also wore a belt that carried some gear on his left side and a rabbit's foot on the right. Now the last person, a tall and fair-skinned young woman with strikingly features similar to her daughter's partner Weiss. She had on a white long sleeve coat with a dark blue waistcoat. The woman also was armed with a single edge sword that hung to her belt.
The N7 also noted that the three stared briefly but intently in Summer's direction when they walked out of the elevator. Her danger sense flared in response, not too dissimilar to how hostile merc gangs and Batarians looked at her.
"Ozpin!" Ironwood cordially says as he walks to the other Headmaster.
Ozpin stands at attention. "Hello, General."
"Please, drop the formalities," Ironwood was speaking informally now. Both headmasters shake hands as Glynda and Summer also approach. "Glynda, It's been too long. It has certainly been too long since we last met."
"Hello, James!" Glynda gives a personable wave and then drops all pleasantries. "I'll be outside." She says to Ozpin as she walks away.
"Well, she hasn't changed a bit." Ironwood remarks.
"And I can tell where I'm not needed," Summer followed behind her fellow professor but stopped when the other man stepped in her path.
He then turned to Summer and studied her for a moment. "Summer Rose," Ironwood's tone was away from friendly and more neutral. "You will stay."
Tension filled the air suddenly as Glynda stopped her walking and turned back to them. The Weiss look alike gave Summer a narrowed stare while the unknown man just gave her a confident smile. Ozpin looked mostly indifferent, but his eyes did darken over with a shadow.
"James..."
Summer raised an eyebrow at the shift in atmosphere and turned back to face Ironwood. "Is there a problem, General."
The General looked squarely into Summer's eyes. "There is...you."
When a sword and fishing pole(?) extended out to her in a threatening manner. Summer didn't react other then eyed their owners with a raised eyebrow. "I've been in a lot of fights and situations in my life. But this is a first I've been threatened with a fishing pole."
Glynda had rushed with her riding crop out at the ready. She was looking directly at the two Atlas specialists, waiting for either to make the first move. Summer was grateful she had backup if this turns any uglier. Looking back at the General, he had his hand on a heavy magnum ready to draw. Ozpin was not idle.
"James, call off your men." Said Beacons headmaster. He was glaringly disapproving at the General. Said man was not backing down.
"Ozpin, she is a security risk. She has been MIA for a decade declared dead. A member of the inner circle believed to be killed by the enemy." Ironwood drew his weapon but didn't raise it. "In that time, Miss Rose would likely have been kidnapped and been turned to the enemy's side. We will bring her for interrogation for confirmation."
Summer's reaction was minor, giving the General a look that she usually reserved for the Citadel Council. "You have got to be kidding me?" She responded dryly, then looks over at Ozpin. "Did you not debrief him of my whereabouts?"
"I've given him the highlights, but I did not expect him to react like this." Ozpin visibly did not look pleased.
"Got it, lack of communication, been there, never fun," Summer nodded before turning to the General. "Ozpin knows my story and its legitimacy. He'll get you updated."
Summer threw a dual-pull on the weapons drawn at her, before quickly walking away from the surprised and now disarmed Atlas specialists. Glynda joined her to help stop the the Atlas soldiers from coming after her. Before stopping at the elevator. "Oh, before I forget. Try and keep what is being said off the records, please. I've seen your cybersecurity. Very unimpressive."
With that she and Goodwhitch left the Headmaster officer. Stealing a glance at the occupant's, Ironwood and the Weiss lookalike did not look pleased. The Fisherman looked confused, and Ozpin looked at the General with a less than happy expression.
When the elevator doors closed, Summer let out the air she been holding. "That went well," she said dryly.
Glynda nodded in agreement. "I did not expect this from James."
The Commander looked at her fellow professor. "It sounded for a moment that you two had a history. Want to talk about it?"
The deputy headmistress looked up at the ceiling with a faraway look in her eyes. "We worked closely before for a time and asked me out on a few dates. But I didn't feel connected with him as our work got in the way." She explained
"What happened? Summer asked.
"It started with work keeping us apart, him being up north in Atlas while I stayed in Vale." Glynda continues as we descend. "When he became the Headmaster of Atlas Academy, he grew more attached to his work. Now with him leading the Atlas military, he holds two votes of the Atlas Council and is the reason for their large-scale militarization. It got even worse when Qrow, of all people, brought evidence of him slowly encouraged Huntsman to join the kingdom's military." When the elevator doors opened, she inclined her head a little to follow.
As they walked out and entered the courtyard to see the new arrivals to Beacon did the Commander understood the problem.
The students from Atlas marched, not walked, MARCHED in like a military unit. Teams of four walked side by side in white and cyan blue colors. Like soldiers on parade while the students of Beacon gave them looks of either curiosity or confusion. Huntsman and Huntresses were created not to be bound to a single kingdom but to serve the world. What Ironwood and essentially Atlas was doing was pushing that aside, turning them into a militarized state.
Summer analyzed the students as they went past. "I'm guessing not only you disagreed with what went on up north?"
"Lots...many civilians of Mistral and Vale protested against it, their Council's not liking Atlas's sudden military development. They pushed for Atlas to stopped but later stopped when Atlas started providing military hardware to the other kingdoms for defense against the Grimm. The rest is history." Said Glynda as she turned away from the Atlas students and leaving Summer alone.
Looking farther behind the students, she noticed several individuals that didn't look like students. More like Huntsman and dressed similarly to the fishing pole guy. "Well...if anything, at least things won't be boring around here."
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Sorry for the long wait. Had lots of real world distractions keeping me from working on this. Second job, car wreak, people stealing my notebook holding my rough drafts that hold this story and others on my page, causing me to have writers block. Pissed me off too.
Also have an idea for a future story. I've tried looking but I've come up way short about any Star Wars story where the Empire invades modern day Earth. So I'm going to rectified that by giving it a shot. No plot just straight up planetary invitation by the Empire and what the nations of today would do. If anyone dose find a Star wars story like that let me know because I would like to read that too.