"And there we go. I officially have an identity." Quinn muttered to himself while staring at the screen, "That was way too easy. What even is this security?" A VSM unit flew nearby, [It is unfair to compare us to them, sir] Looking up, Quinn sighed, "Yeah, but still." Grasping the unit, Quinn opened up an interface, "So have you finished the copy?"

[Yes, sir. There were about 2 terabytes of data on Dust.] Scrunching up his face in confusion, Quinn asked, "Why so little? I know that this isn't Atlas, but I expected that there would be more. This is a Huntsman Academy yeah?" Keying in a few commands, Quinn scanned the information presented and began to memorise the key facts on dust available.

"Interesting, I should start experimenting then." Quickly finishing his readings, Quinn stood up and walked towards the exit, bent on getting resources for experimentation. "How do I get the funds for this though?" Quinn asked the VSM, [Mayhaps you should steal the Dust needed, we can already produce a Lab.] A contemplative look dawned on Quinn's face as he considered the option.

"Maybe, but that may attract even more unwanted attention. It may distract the characters, they might think Roman's back. Who knows what that may do to the timeline." Correcting himself, "Well, even more than I already, probably, did just by being here. Maybe I should sell raw materials, I can make them."

[That is probably the smarter option, sir. But we must be cautious not to sell too much material, in case the economy crashes.] Coming up to the main doors of the academy, Quinn glanced at the VSM as a small chuckle escaped his lips, "Heh, of course."

"Should I have a base though? It would be good for scheduling." Quinn asked, "Or should I just have a portable lab using you? It would be pretty cool, imagine people's reaction to that. Or imagine Ironwood's! Haha!"

[Should I use a copy of The LAB then, sir?]

"Oh, you kept a copy? That's good my dude, that's good. Let's do that then." Realising that they were already in the middle of town, "How?" shaking his head, Quinn approached the nearest civilian and asked about the location of the closest jeweller, "Oh, just head down the main street, there are a few." the civilian responded. Quinn thanked the civilian and headed down to the shop. "Change some shards into gemstones," Quinn ordered, "Make them really nice, eh?"

A couple hours later, Quinn walked out of the last jeweller heading back again to the school a new millionaire, holding his Lien in a storage compartment in a VSM unit disguised as a wallet. "Heh, easy money."

[That isn't fair, sir. You technically have an infinite supply of resources. Remember, do not crash the economy.]

"Yeah, yeah. Oversaturation and all that. Tell me something I don't know."

[You didn't get to the part where the records state that the origins of Dust are unknown. And that the exact science of Dust is also not that thoroughly looked in. Though Atlas may have some semblance of knowledge of how specifically the SDC.]

"Not literally. Though that is interesting, should I ask Weiss about it? She is the heir."

[Maybe, sir, maybe. By the way, we are back. Scans show that Qrow, RNJR and Lionheart are still here.]

"Convenient, I should head on over. Where are they?"

[Not here, at the dormitory, just about outside the Academy.]

"Alright."

8 figures gathered around in a room, surrounding a jade coffee table, a tall man with greying black hair, dull red eyes, a slight stubble, and a pretty spiffy suit, stands while the others sit, Qrow. The others recognised due to their colour schemes, Ruby Rose, Yang Xiao Long, Weiss Schnee, Jaune Arc, Lie Ren, Nora Valkyrie, and the newest addition, Oscar Pine.

We join them in the middle of a meeting, Oscar Pine is speaking, his voice is off, a mix of a young man's tone, matching his youthful appearance, but with the weight of an old man, tired but determined. "The road ahead is filled with hardships and peril. However, it's been far too long since you have all been together." Placing his hand on Yang's shoulder as he looks to her, and the rest with the gaze of an old mentor, "Please, take tonight, enjoy this moment."

Knock. The group all turned their heads towards the front door, all is still for just a fleeting moment. Knock. Qrow begins to take small, tentative steps towards the door, his hand slowly reaching for the door handle, twisting it ever so gently. His other hand gripping his weapon tightly. He swings the door open, catching it with his foot before it slams into the wall.

"Hey! Is Weiss Schnee in the house?"

Minutes before, Quinn was walking towards the house conversing with the VSM units. "So, should I listen in and wait till the opportune moment to barge right in?"

[Maybe, sir. It would be hilarious. Though you might get attacked. They are in a high tension situation, after all.]

"Bah! Who cares! You got my back yeah? It's fine."

[That may be so sir, but coming in at such a moment may worsen their opinion of you, especially Ozma, or Oscar as the body he's occupying right now]

"That is interesting, no? Wonder how a single brain can contain the personalities, memories, and other nonsense without imploding on itself. Not to mention Ozma is definitely over a couple thousand years old."

[Magic, sir, magic.]

"Yeah, but that's a broad statement. How is the magic doing that exactly."

[I wouldn't know, sir. You would have to ask Ozma or contact the two brother gods.]

"Yeah... oh hey! We're here."

[Yes sir, scanning their conversation and comparing it to sources, they are about to finish their meeting, your 'optimal' time is approaching in t-minus 20 seconds]

"Nice, by the way, we'll communicate directly when interacting with them, and refer to Ozma as Ozpin, don't wanna give that info up this early."

[Yes, sir. Time approaching, 5. 4. 3. 2. 1.]

Knock. A few scant seconds skip. Try again. Knock. Time ticks. Boom. The door opens. Qrow. "Hey! Is Weiss Schnee in the house?" Looking at the faces of the people inside, Quinn notices them all breathe a small sigh of relief, but suspicious and subconsciously putting their bodies in front of Weiss. Oscar, or Ozpin at the moment, remains impassive, but with a slightly curious visage.

"Oh, it's you. What are you doing here?" Qrow asks, his eyes squinting ever so slightly, standing up straighter. "Looking for Weiss Schnee, I have some questions for her." Quinn replied good-naturedly, taking a dramatic look into the room, he speaks, "Oh! There she is!" Quinn, about to walk to Weiss, is halted by Jaune, "And what do you want with her?"

"Jesus kid, relax, just got some questions on Dust and with the heir to the SDC around, I reckoned that she would be someone who has the answers I need."

Yang, stalking up to Quinn, "And what are these questions?" Placing his hands up in a placating manner, Quinn, with a small chuckle responded, "Relax Yang, you guys can stay if you want to hear."

"I didn't say my name."

Rubbing his eyes, "Kid, your name is public knowledge, since, you know, you broke Mercury's leg. Now, will you let me speak to Weiss? It's just a few questions."

Weiss, who had been silent for the duration, finally speaks, "Very well. Ask your questions." Breathing a small sigh of relief, Quinn took a seat adjacent to Weiss and began.

"So. The SDC have any theories on the origins of Dust and how mixing it works?" Quinn inquired.

"Origins of dust? No. Mixing it? I know how to mix dust, but the exact reason why it works, I don't know. Is that all?"

Leaning back on the table, Quinn sighed and responded, "Yeah. That's all." Staring directly at Oscar's eyes, Quinn asked, "Ozpin, do you know how Dust was formed?"

Suddenly, Quinn's throat is held back by a massive sword held by Qrow. Not bothered at the least, Quinn continued, "You were there, yeah?" Ozpin looking back at Quinn, he inquired, "You seem to know a lot, Mr..."

"Quinn."

Nodding, "Mr Quinn. How did you get this information?" A smile grows on Quinn's face as he answered, "Heh, now that's a mystery, yeah? Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. I mean, imagine the public's reaction when they find out Salem's existence."

Eyes widening, Qrow said, "And they won't" as he pulled back his sword, bent on decapitating Quinn. Nothing. The blade doesn't move. "Nice try." Quinn quipped, "Kids are here Qrow." Qrow, looking back and forth at the kids, Quinn and Ozpin. Receiving a signal from Ozpin, he growled as he released his hold.

"Now, what do you want, Mr Quinn?" Ozpin asked, "You seem to know a great deal, you should know the knowledge you have is incredibly dangerous in the wrong hands."

Chuckling to himself, Quinn replied, "Oh, I know. As I said, I won't tell anyone, I'm just trying to learn everything that is to know. Nothing more, nothing less. It's my final goal, you see?"

"Hmm, and how did a young man such as you decide to make this your final goal?"

"Heh. Circumstances."

"I see..." Ozpin turned his gaze away from Quinn, a contemplative look on his face, "I am sorry, I don't know how Dust came to be. Nor how mixing them truly works."

A frown appears on Quinn's face, "I see." A smile. "Well then. No help I guess. Weiss!" The Heiress jolted up in surprise, "Do you think Atlas would have some inkling of the knowledge I seek?"

"I don't know," Weiss answered slowly, "maybe?" Standing up, Quinn muttered, "Maybe Polendina would know something."

Addressing the rest, Quinn asked one last question, "Do you guys want help? I know you people are wanting to get to Atlas."

"Do you have a way to get there?" Ruby questioned eagerly. Looking at her, Quinn chuckled, "Heh, yes." Before the rest could react, "But it only works for me. The help I'm offering is much more... important. Do you want it? Don't worry, you guys can tell me your answer tomorrow. You'll find me at the library."

The next morning, Quinn is seen hunched over, staring at - to others - an empty space above a cube. "Ok, so basically, Dust is chakra... am I getting this right?"

[It appears so, sir. The combinations are very similar to the system of chakra.]

"I see... that makes it easier I guess, but how and why?"

[I do not know, sir]

"Rhetorical question, VSM, rhetorical question." Looking up, Quinn finally noticed the time, 12pm. Blinking once, "Huh. How long was I up?" The unit in front of him replied, [No answer sir, you have been awake since that time.] Face scrunching up, Quinn said back, "No, no. How long have I been awake since the talk with Ozzy and the gang."

[15 hours, sir.] The unit replied. "That's better. Do you think they'll accept my help? I was quite suspicious last night." Beeping is heard from every unit, reminiscent of a laugh, [Suspicious does not hold up, sir.] Grinning, Quinn replied in a mock abashed tone, "Hey!"

[Anyways, sir. The quick teleport system has passed all testing. You can travel anywhere in this universe, as long as you know where it is]

The beeping suddenly stops, [Sir, it would appear that Ruby Rose is approaching.] Turning around, Quinn spotted said Rose and raised an eyebrow to her. "Ah! Ruby! Wasn't sure when you guys were coming. Or is it just you?"

"No, it's just me Mr Quinn" Ruby replied. Staring for a few moments, Quinn then said, "Bah! None of that Mr stuff to me. Do I look old? Anyways, do you guys accept?"

Shaking her head, Ruby replied positively. "Good, good. Everyone needs help now and again, yeah?" Quinn laughed, "Alright then. Take it."

"Uh... take what exactly?" Ruby asked, confused as to what Quinn was referring to. "What do you think? The cube!" Quinn answered, "Take it. It's your help in your greatest time of need in your journey to Atlas. A... last resort, I would say. Don't worry, you'll know how to use it when you need to. Don't want to make it too easy, I need those mystery points, you know?"

"Ok?"

"Anyways, I better get to Atlas," Quinn stated, taking a small knife and slicing off a shard from the Gem hanging around his neck. Commanding 6 units to circle it in midair, the shard began pulsating with power, it's mass increasing rapidly, the final product being a vortex suspended midair, perpendicular to the ground.

Ruby, not knowing what was going on, could only stare in awe. "See you there Rubes." Was Quinn's final saying before he entered the vortex and disappeared.

"That. Was. So. COOL!"