We Look Over Beacon, looking to the top of a tower veiled behind clouds. Ozpin and Glynda can be seen through the window into Ozpin's office, as well as Sora and Pit finishing their Explanation to the two

"And That's How It Happened!" Sora explained.

"So it was a weird flash?" Ozpin said, cupping his chin.

"Yeah," Pit Replied, "We had No Idea how it happened? One Minute, I was doing deliveries for Lady Palutena, And The Next thing you know, I FLY STRAIGHT INTO A TREE!"

"Okay..." Glynda said, taking notes on her scroll, "At least we're one step closer to finding a way back for Mr. Connell, and his friends."

"Way Back?" Sora asked, scratching the back of his head.

"The People over in Atlas are working on a way for Mr. Connell and his friends to get back to New-Earthopolis," Ozpin informed the duo, "and during that time, Ryan and company have decided to stay here at Beacon, and learn on how to become Hunters."

"So... Why should we become Hunters?" Pit asked.

"Pit, It's almost Summer back in New-Earthopolis," Sora told his friend, "I think a little school wouldn't hurt for a while." Pit thought for a moment, and rolled his eyes.

"UGH... FINE!" Pit replied, "Ozma, We're in."

"Good," Ozpin replied, sipping his coffee, "We're down on one team, anyway."

"Which One?" Sora asked.

"Mitsuru Kirijo and Hakumen are only a team of two," Ozpin replied, "You should join them?"

"Well..." Pit began, "I think Sora and I would stick as a Duo."

"Yeah," Sora replied, "We've been friends since Smash Bros."

"Fair enough," Ozpin replied, "Glynda?" Glynda walked over to the two, and handed them their scrolls.

"They'll be used to open your dorm room doors, and your communication devices," Glynda informed them, "Welcome to Beacon." Sora and Pit high fived, and headed for the elevator, as they did, a large and unnerving ship as it descends upon a landing pad. Two Bullheads fly by, both having the Atlas Military Logo on it. "Ironwood certainly loves bringing his work wherever he travels." She said.

"Well, running an academy and a military makes him a busy man." Ozpin replied, looking at three more Bullheads flying in, "But yes, those are a bit of an eyesore." A chirping beep was sounded repeatedly, as Ozpin turns to see a hollow-message on the screen that said "Access Requested" on his desk. "Come in." He said, as the doors to his office slid open, to reveal a well dressed and clean man, much like Ozpin. He wears a white overcoat, with a gray undercoat, black sweater, a red necktie and a white glove on his right hand. His suit pants share the same color as his overcoat and are tucked into silver boots accented in gray, and his entire right side is cybernetic. His hair is black, with some gray areas, while his eyebrows are solid black. He has a strip of silver metal above his right eyebrow, a neurotransmitter that helps him operate the robotic parts of his body. He is also shown wearing battle armor on his shoulder, with straps forming an 'x' over his overcoat. He is also shown wearing two large belts over his coat.

"Ozpin." The man said, cordially.

"General." Ozpin replied, standing at attention, showing respect.

"Please, drop the formalities, It's been too long." Ironwood replied, shaking hands with Ozpin, as Glynda approached, "And Glynda! It has certainly been too long since we last met."

"Oh, James," Glynda replied, giving a personable wave, "I'll be outside." Glynda walks to the elevator, leaving the general, and Ozpin to themselves.

"Well, She hasn't changed a bit." Ironwood said. Ozpin headed for his desk, as he picks up a mug and a kettle, pouring some tea in.

"So, what in the world has brought you all the way down from Atlas?" Ozpin said, Handing Ironwood his drink, "Headmasters don't typically travel with their students, for the Vytal Festival." The two sat down, and clinked their drinks.

"Well, you know how much I love Vale this time of year," Ironwood began, pulling a canteen out from the inside of his coat's pocket, and poured some of it's contents into his drink, "Besides, with you hosting, I thought that this might be a good opportunity for us to catch up."

"I can certainly appreciate the quality time between friends," Ozpin replied, pouring himself some coffee, "However, a small fleet outside my window has me concerned."

"Well," Ironwood continued, "Concern is what brought them here."

"I understand that travel between kingdoms has become increasingly difficult." Ozpin said, taking a drink from his mug.

"Oz," Ironwood said, taking a sip from his drink, "You and I both know why I brought those men."

"We are in a time of peace." Ozpin replied, "Shows of power like this are just going to give off the wrong impression."

"But if what Qrow said was true..." Ironwood replied with concern.

"If what Qrow said is true, then we will handle it tactfully," Ozpin said with emphasis, "It's the Vytal Festival. A time to celebrate unity and peace. So I suggest that you not scare people by transporting hundreds of soldiers halfway across the continent."

"I'm just being cautious." Ironwood replied.

"As am I," Ozpin replied, putting down his mug on the desk, "Which is why we will continue to train the best Huntsmen and Huntresses we can... Even if a few of them are not of this Place."

"Believe me, I am," Ironwood replied, taking another sip of his drink, "But ask yourself this: Do you honestly believe your children can win a war?" Ozpin stared out the window for a while, and had concern on his face.

"I hope they never have to." He replied, as he looked back at the general, "And I believe that there is another reason for this visit?"

"Yes," Ironwood said, pulling out his scroll, and placing it on the table, "I need to speak to Ryan about something."