One last Patch before the War

by SirDarkvid

Remnant is a dangerous place, the consequences of the great war still plaguing the world. In the young kingdom of Patch, four children will grow up on the peaceful island; unaware of the role they would play in protecting it. And as the Grimm evolve in ways not seen since times long past, Team RWBY will have to attempt to find a way to forge their own legacy.

9. Blooming in Patch 8

Recess - Side #3
Patch National Assembly - Top Floor Balcony

But it seems like you would let pride rule your decisions and condemn innocent people to the same fate

Yet all I see is the same selfishness

Do not let the selfishness of those that failed the world once already distract you from the truth

"AAAAAAAH! I hate you, Zumao! I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you!"

Summers' angry shouts could be heard all the way down to the gardens behind the Assembly Hall as she paced along the edge of the balcony. She knew she shouldn't yell something like this after what just happened but she couldn't help it. She was lucky that the two guards that followed her when she stormed off were Gordie and Ramian. Both men were giant softies, despite both of them being built like brick houses that towered over her. They didn't even say anything to her, just following behind her and waiting inside after she finally found herself here. It felt more like they were protecting her privacy instead of keeping her from running off.

Not that she would ever run with how angry she was with Zumao. A sentiment that her two guards shared.

No one had ever accused her of something so…. heinous. She and her team had stepped on many toes during their career and made more than one enemy. But saying she would let Salem win? When he greeted her she got the feeling that he almost knew her. How could he even think she would be capable of supporting one of the worst threats on Remnant?

Maybe Qrow was right after all and Ozma really had returned to Patch. But even if that was true there wasn't much they could do at the moment. And if they were wrong and Zumoa isn't who they thought the consequences would be dire. Even their fame and goodwill wouldn't save them. At best it would keep some of them out of prison.

The very idea made Summer's stomach twist, forcing her to sit down on the railing. The thought of getting arrested wasn't what bothered her, she had been arrested before. Multiple times in fact. The police at Mount Glenn had been really strict during her Beacon days and locked her away more than once. Back then it had been more like a game but that carefree time had ended five years ago. They had a responsibility to their daughters now, they couldn't afford to be locked away. And that wasn't even considering how their arrest would reflect on Patch.

And while her children were more important, tonight had shown her that the memory of her clan was still alive on Patch. She wanted to show all of them that they weren't gone, that the Rose Clan was still here to protect them.

For many years, she believed... Summer believed...

I believed…

Yet all I see is the same selfishness

It's not selfishness!... It's…

Fucking brothers, I'm so terrible at this…

And it's not working!

Ok, what did Neo say? Internalize the issue, and work through it.

Right, right… How do I do that?

Should I just… talk to myself?

Wouldn't people think I'm crazy? That's the last thing I need right now.

"I don't think you're crazy, Summer!"

"Shut up, Gordie! She needs a moment to herself."

Aw, guys! Ok, talking to myself it is. I'm sure that's gonna work.

I think.

Anyway

I guess I just thought that I never had to take responsibility. We were STRQ, that's all I needed.

People around the world already knew we protected them and even if we were away from Patch Sanctuary Tower was here to keep them safe.

Mom meanwhile takes care of all the legal stuff so technically the Rose Clan is still functional.

In a sort of distant and unusual way.

Still, now that it's all laid out, I feel like it's not enough. Sebs never mentioned our parents before and he seemed content in his position.

And I was happy being team leader. Why did he have to bring all this up now?

Couldn't he have waited until Yang and Ruby were a little older?

Maybe we really should think about this more. I can just go to mom and tell her we need more time.

Grant would agree, he always complains that I don't think stuff through. Seb would be ok too, I'm sure.

Yeah, this is for the best.

I just have to talk some sense into Qrow and make him apologize to Zumao and we can leave this whole night behind us.

...

I haven't seen him this angry since Beacon. And I have never seen Sebastian that angry…

Well, he was pretty angry when Ironwood told him he would join the extraction as a representative of Sanctuary Tower.

I can't believe that was only a few weeks ago. Feels like a lifetime at this point.

Sigh

How did the night turn out like this?

I knew something felt off but I thought it was just the lack of sleep.

I should trust my gut more and just stayed home. Test Yang's new gauntlets with her.

Instead, I'm sitting here trying to decide what to do.

You got any wise words for me, moon? I'm sure you've seen it all at this point.

*chuckle*

Ugg, this railing is uncomfortable. Why did Roman not build any benches or something here?

He's not getting any booze at the restaurant later.

If we ever make it there.

…

No tips moon? Come on, I'm desperate here!

You have always been there, when I was born, when I lost my family.

The night Raven proposed to me, when Tai confessed to us.

Even when Ruby was born. You missed Yang's birth but I'm sure you were still there.

Even during Beacons fall I remember seeing you up there, shining brightly as we fought…

I've always looked up to you for guidance so come on, give me something, anything!

"Are you... talking to the moon?"

Summer fell off the railing with a yelp, barely able to hold on to save herself from a painful fall into the bushes below. Pulling herself up she quickly checked her cloak, dusting imaginary dirt off it.

Looking up to see who almost scared her off the balcony, she found Ashley standing at the open glass door leading back inside. A hand was held in front of her mouth as she giggled. She wore a fancy dress, far more formal than anything Summer ever saw her in before. Normally she always wore the same ratty old doctor's coat. A gift from someone important as she said. Summer never learned who it was from, only that she never left it behind for any reason.

And a fancy assembly did not change that, the same old cloak being worn over the dress she came here with. Other people would have thought it weird, but Summer understood the importance of distinguishing pieces of clothing. Besides, she would never think badly of the woman that single-handedly fulfilled her dream of having a child.

Yes, Ruby's godmother was a wonderful person, easily the second-best Faunus in the whole world. Kali took the first spot, her old childhood friend would do horrible things if she ever replaced her. But it was a close one. "Ashley!" Summer wasted no time, rushing the dark-haired doctor and enveloping her in a tight hug. "What are you doing here?"

Ashley wiggled in Summer's iron grip, wrinkling her wolf's nose and returning the hug in that awkward way of someone who had no idea how to show physical affection. Not that Summer cared, she knew these Merlot geniuses were not the best at social interactions. "Well, after what happened I thought you might need a-"

"No, what are you doing in Patch? You didn't even say you would be here! But you have great timing, we are having a big dinner after this and I won't take no for an answer. Well unless they arrest Qrow, then we probably gotta postpone this." Ashley, used to Summers rambling by now, simply nodded along as she guided her to sit back down on the railing she almost fell off a moment ago. "So, yeah. Maybe dinner or prison, but still. Why are you in Patch? I didn't expect to see you until Ruby's checkup next week."

Ashley looked behind her, making sure they had their privacy, signaling Summer to keep it down. "Don't tell anyone, but many at Merlot are worried about Zumao's project. The man has great ambitions, far more than most people think. He even managed to recruit two of the senior researchers which had the whole company in an uproar. When talks started about having someone poke around to try to learn more about his plans, I volunteered. It was a great opportunity to check up on little Ruby." Ashley shrugged at the end, laughing cheekily. "Besides, I hadn't had a vacation in years, and what better way to spend it than visiting my favorite little hero? But enough about me, I saw what Zumao said to you Summer. It was unbelievable. I had half a mind to come up there and tell him off myself."

"Right?! No one ever accused me of something so vile! I've been fighting Salem's agents for years and now he says I want her to win? I should have stopped Qrow and punched his stupid face myself." Summer slammed her fist into the railing in anger, making Ashley jump a little as pieces broke off and fell into the garden below.

"As much as I want to punch the man myself, let's not resort to violence. You are a hero Summer, you need to be above such things. Qrow should have been too for that matter. You are a symbol my dear, a beacon of hope that this world so desperately needs. No matter what they say, you need to stay true to yourself until someone comes that can stop Salem for good." Ashley furrowed her brow in worry. "Besides, what about the children that would see you attack someone? What would Yang say if she saw her mother attack someone like that?"

"She would want to copy me. Oh no, maybe she's already trying to imitate her uncle!"

"Exactly. Little Yang is important, the future of this world. And it falls to you and your family to be the best example you can be to her and other children." Sometimes the way Ashley talked about her team made Summer uncomfortable. It seemed almost as if she was speaking about something holy, with a fever that bordered on obsession. Not that she would judge her, the woman was quirky, but so was she.

And Summer liked to think that her eccentrics were some of her best features. Even if Raven liked to disagree. "You and your team stood against WorldEnder when no one else would and just because you couldn't defeat that vile creature for good he's now using it to insult you. That bastard! And he had to bring it all up on national tv too. Does he not understand that the survivors don't want anything to do with Beacon anymore?"

The way Ashley talked about it seemed far more personal than Summer would have thought. "Wait, why would the survivors not want to hear about Beacon?"

Ashley hesitated for a moment, her wolf nose twitching up and down. Summer could almost watch in real-time as the dark-haired doctor put her thoughts in order. "Well, you see." She looked away from Summer. "What I mean is, there are a lot of people working at Merlots that lost people in the Fall. Not everyone can be like you and fight the Grimm, so working to protect the people in different ways is all some of us can do. Grief can be a powerful motivator…" Summer watched Ashley sink into herself as she spoke. Just as she was about to speak up, the doctor looked back up at her. "Not that I would know, you know my passion lies in genetics. But I heard enough to know that people have been trying for years to get Vale to do something about Beacon. Mount Glenn is well protected but even with the newest anti-Grimm tech the surrounding farms and villages are at risk."

"...Ashley, what would a hero do right now?" Summer looked at her hands, voice small and unsure.

She looked at the dejected huntress for a moment. "A hero huh? A hero would stand up to Zumao and beat him at his own game." Ashley hesitated for a moment before standing up to stand beside Summer, leaning down awkwardly to sling an arm around her shoulder. "And I know you are that hero. But even the greatest hero needs someone to lean on from time to time. That's why I followed you. I saw that you left the rest of your family behind and thought you could use a friend. Now," She gently grabbed Summer's chin, making her look up. "You gotta defeat Zumao, Summer. Without destroying the Starlink project."

Summer nodded because no matter what she may think about the man behind it, StarLink was something that needed to happen. And she would need to fight for it it seems. "But how is the question… I know I have to do it but I'm still no closer to a solution than before. Maybe I should ask the moon again…" Ashley looked at her. "Sorry, I'm rambling. But Neo taught me to try to think through my issues more and talking to myself seems to help. Even if I get carried away with it sometimes."

The doctor could only sigh, rubbing her temples. "So you need to find a way to not only beat Zumao without destroying StarLink, but you also need to make your own project happen." Summer nodded enthusiastically. "Ok, let's work through this step by step. First, what exactly is Patchwork? You never got to explain it during the assembly."

"I don't know."

Ashley waited a few seconds in silence, looking at her unblinking. "What do you mean you don't know?"

Summer shrugged, turning around to let her feet dangle from the balcony. She looked out over Patch, seeing all the lights in the darkness, knowing that every one of them was a person that was depending on her. "I never learned what exactly Patchwork is and I'm not sure I want to know. I don't remember my parents but both Maria and Grant always talked about how they wanted to open Patch up to the rest of the world. They believed that there was hope for our kingdom to be part of Remnant and that we would need to be the ones that take the first step towards it." Summer started swinging her legs back and forth, almost sheepishly as she talked. "But while I know what they wanted, I never got to learn why. I never got to understand what they saw and every time I thought I had the courage to find out I lost it again…"

Ashley joined Summer on the railing, making sure to keep her dress straight as she let her own legs hang free. "You feel like you don't measure up to them, don't you? I know that feeling." One hand went to her chest as she closed her eyes. "Everything I've done, everything I'm still doing I do to make my hero proud. But no matter how much I work, no matter what I do, it never feels like it's enough. Like every step I take towards a better tomorrow is less than what he would have done in my place…" Summer listened intently as Ashley opened up to her. She never heard her friend so somber before or had her talk about her past like this. "But even if I can never measure up to him, I will never stop trying. And through you, I learned that I don't have to do it alone. So even if neither of us can be enough, together we can protect this world. Like they would have wanted."

"Protect Remnant? Maybe you're right Ashley," Summer turned to her. "For those who are gone, and those still depending on us." Ashley nodded, a serene smile on her face as Summer jumped back on the balcony. "I will make my parents' wish come true tonight, no matter what happens. And if Zumao has a problem with it, well then he's just gonna have to learn to live with it. Why does he have a problem with me though? We want the same thing. If he had just been honest from the start we could have worked together."

Ashley turned around on the railing, careful not to fall backward as she looked for her scroll. Fishing it out of her coat, she started typing. Summer looked over her shoulders, curious about what her friend was looking at. "Summer, I think you figured out what Zumao is playing at."

"I mean of course I did. But could you explain it to me just to be sure we are on the same page?"

"I was wondering why Zumao spent so much time explaining his project in such detail. This is a public assembly, there is no need to explain how our atmosphere works. And he was ready to answer questions too if you and your team hadn't interrupted him. And the fact that he came with a specially prepared simplified version can only mean-"

"That he… needed to pad his presentation?"

Ashley smiled, getting up. "Exactly. And what purpose would that serve?"

Summer had gotten her own scroll, the assembly timetable open in front of her. "He was trying to waste time so only the interesting parts of his speech would fit into his presentation. Dana is very strict when it comes to people wasting time and if even half of what I heard about him tonight is true he knew that!"

"And the whole assembly was live. That is not how it normally works and as far as I'm aware Zumao specifically requested it." Summer started pacing around Ashley, trying to figure out what it all meant. "Let's look at it from a different angle. We can be certain that he planned for Patch to take the fall if the project wouldn't happen.

"But what if it's not about blaming Patch but forcing someone else to step in if it seems like StarLink is failing? Is that what you mean?"

Ashley nodded, showing her Scroll. "Zumao said that Vytal had agreed to manage the project to assure it stays neutral. We often have similar procedures at Merlot to make sure our discoveries benefit every kingdom. And for that, there is always an official representative from Vytal present. They had to not only be present but also sign off on every agreement, be it resources or otherwise-"

"Zumao doesn't have permission from Vytal yet." Summer said in a whisper. "Tonight isn't about blaming Patch, it's to force Vytals hand."

"If Vytal had approved to manage the project, Zumao wouldn't even be allowed to be here tonight. Someone else would oversee the acquisition of resources, it's one of the first rules to make sure there is no outside influence during negotiations. What I don't understand is why? It's such a gamble for apparently no reason, why not go through Vytal normally and have everything done properly?"

"Because then it wouldn't be his project." Ashley's eyes widened as she caught on. "If Vytal took over, Zumao's role would no longer be necessary. But he wants to be the one to push StarLink through, no matter the cost. And I think I know why."

"Really? You figured it out?" Ashley crossed her arms as Summer nodded proudly. "And by that smile, I assume you already have a plan too?"

"Not just a plan, an amazing plan! Tonight we will dine like kings as we celebrate our absolute victory!" Summer took Ashley around the shoulder, pressing her against her as she spun them around to look at Patch once more. "We won't only beat Zumao at his own game, we will also make every dream of Patch come true. And look, just in time for recess to be over. Could you do me a favor and go to my mother's office? Tai and Raven should be there, I'm sure Gordie or Ramian would be happy to escort you there."

"And what are you going to do?"

Summer smiled that smile that made Ashley realize why half the world saw STRQ as the greatest heroes of their generation. "I will call a friend at Vytal to make sure I'm not messing up a second time tonight." Summer had her scroll out, already calling someone. "Kimmy? Hey, it's me, are you busy- you are already on Patch? And on your way here? Perfect! You saw the assembly right? I have some questions I need you to answer, can you call-"

Ashley didn't need to hear anymore. With silent steps she left Summer to her plan, closing the doors of the balcony behind her. One of the two guards Summer mentioned nodded at her before starting to walk down the hall. Ashley followed with a smile, more than happy to help her friend once more.

Tonight Summer would once again make the impossible possible just by being herself.

That's what it means to be a hero after all.

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September 4, 01:10 AM

National Assembly Building - Scarlet Hall

After twenty minutes of recess, along with an extra five as a large police force was called to bring order back to the assembly, it was time to resume. The tension could be cut with a knife as Patch citizens sat in their seats, reporters, and journalists noting every detail as they smelled the next big story brewing. The elders had returned to their desks, their faces grim.

The row of seats Tai had ripped out before now stood to the side, hasty bolted to the floor. Most of STRQ has returned to it, only Qrow and Summer missing.

Sebastian lay slumped over, head hanging off the side of his seat. He was pale as a corpse as he muttered to himself, preparing to beg Zumao for forgiveness to try and salvage this night. Ghira sat beside him, only half listening to his friend as he went through the papers for the Patchwork project, trying to find something that could help them.

Ashley had joined them, having run into Raven and Tai on her way to the office. Both had been happy to see her and Tai insistent on her coming along and taking Qrows place. She had been hesitant but the two seemed stressed enough, there was no point in arguing with them tonight. Still, sitting between the two now made the wolf Faunus curse Summer silently. She did not expect the night to go this way.

The only thing missing was the man of the hour, the reason for all the tension and pain tonight. He came in slowly, helped by a nurse as he walked on stage. He was greeted by silence as every eye in the hall was focused on him. His head was bandaged up, along with his right hand, a small patch of dried blood visible on them. The other held two sheets of paper.

The man nodded to the nurse as they reached the podium, a grateful smile on his face. Adjusting his microphone, he put the papers down before addressing the audience. "I would like to start with an apology. I came here tonight on a mission of cooperation and instead I let my passion get the best of me. I hope that the people of Patch can forgive me for this." The everlasting one lowered his head in fake shame, his tone sounding somber and regretful. "To attack the heroes of Patch in such a way when they only wanted what's best for their home was deplorable. But please understand that the StarLink project is not only the greatest work of my life but one of the most important ones in the history of our world. This is no excuse, simply an explanation as to why I lost my temper the way I did. To show that there is no ill will from my side and to hopefully leave this regrettable incident behind us I will not take legal actions against STRQ."

The news caused an uproar in the audience, with a loud What?! being heard from the top rows by no other than Roman. The rest of the audience shared the sentiment until Grant once again slammed his desk.

Ozma waited patiently until the people stopped talking, sending Grant a grateful nod. Checking his speech once more, he continued. "But while my own failings tonight are something I will apologize for, I can not back down when it comes to the reason I came to you today. Patch is instrumental to the future of Remnant, a future beyond flags and borders, where the hate of days past is but a distant memory. So I beseech you, Elders, to see that this is the only way for our world to move forward. Help me to make our home a better place."

The spotlight moved backward to the Elders, all five silent as the focus of the world shifted to them. "Minister Zumao," Grant leaned forward, his bulking frame taking up most of the desk. "Every single person on Patch understands the importance of what you propose. But we can not in good conscience jeopardize the welfare of our people, especially now that we have so many new brothers and sisters that will need our care. We are willing to supply your project, but we can not agree to shoulder it alone."

He had won, the rest was just a formality at this point. Putting on his most grateful smile, Ozma moved from the podium to face the Elders. "Of course. I am well aware of the situation Patch is in right now and would never expect you to give more than you can, Elder Bleu. This project is for every child on Remnant after all, including Patch. So let me just say-"

'YOU CAN'T BEAT ME, SUMMER!'

His step faltered for a moment as a memory slammed into him like a Goliath. Cold sweat ran down his back as his hand trembled. The night of his death against STRQ was behind him, why did it haunt him now in his moment of victory? The whole world was looking at him, he could not afford to falter now. Acting as if his injury was troubling him, he held his head for a moment. "My apologies, I still feel a little unbalanced. As I was saying, you made the right decision tonight-"

He stopped again, but not due to unwanted memories resurfacing. The spotlight that had been following his slow walk had suddenly gone out, followed by the ones on the Elders and then the one over the audience. One by one they went out, leaving the hall in darkness. Frightening shouts came from the audience as people tried to get up, Grant's voice carrying over the chaos as he ordered the police to bring order.

Ozma heard none of it. He knew what was happening, the same thing that happened so many years ago. But how? He beat her and made her run for the hills as he cemented his victory. How could she return now of all times?

~Your flag, your alibi

Can you hide behind

Claiming might is right?~

He grabbed his face with one hand. Was that music? Really? What did she think this was, a game? He looked around as the lights turned back on all at once, now a deep red color to set the mood. All the while the song played from the speakers around the hall.

~Raise your fist to the sky

While below your boots

Common men die~

"People of Patch, boys and girls, WELCOME!" The searchlight of a bullhead shone through one of the open skylights. Ozma's head shot up at the voice, blinking against the light as a familiar silhouette stood above him.

~Colors fly

Tell us who to love and who to hate

And by the by~

The figure waited a moment as excited screams filled the air, the people having recognized who had arrived. With a dramatic ' wush ' of her cloak, Summer jumped from the bullhead, gliding down over the audience and landing in the middle of the stage, her back to them. She spun around, arms open wide. "To the Patchwork-StarLink show!" Her smile was dazzling as she winked into one of the cameras, bowing to the cheers and applause.

"Girl, what are you doing?"

~Will the memories of our morals fade?

Staying true

To your own convictions in this haze

Is harder to do than say~

"I'm following my heart, mom. Just like my parents used to when they planned Patchwork." Summer did not look at her mother, her gaze fixed firmly on Ozma. Maria watched her daughter for a moment before letting out a laugh. She was the spitting image of Rouge at that moment and she knew full well that there was no talking her out of whatever she had planned now. "Mister Zumao, I'm so happy to see that you're ok." From anyone else, it would have sounded sarcastic and her smile would be mocking. But as the ancient wizard looked at her with a scowl he knew that she meant every word..

"A lovely show I must say. But this is no time for-"

~So choose a color to live by

Your goal, your faith, your virtue

Give it all

Be the best cause nothing less will do~

"Thank you! It's not my best work but I think it turned out pretty good." Summer didn't even leave him a chance to regain control of the situation, talking over Ozma without care. "It's all last minute and I had to improvise quite a bit but I know everyone in here so it wasn't that hard to put something together that the people would enjoy." Raven scowled, shaking her head at her wife who was still trying to make her believe she knew everyone personally. And she knew that was directed at her. "And I don't only know everyone here but everyone in the kingdom. No one can hide from me after all!

"That seems highly improbable-"

"Everyone thinks that. But I never cared about things being hard and I love Patch. So of course I'm interested in every single person on our island. Because everyone here is part of it. And you know why I managed to do it, Zumao?" Summers' semblance activated as she took a step back, launching her from the stage into the middle of the hall. Multicolored lights spun around her, following her through the air.

"Because when you love something, nothing can stand in your way! And I will continue to love Patch and do everything in my power to make it the best it can be."

~You can rule the world with colors flying high

You'll know that if you stay true

Green or blue~

"Damit Summer, what do you think you're doing? And how did you get the lights to change color, that was never authorized during the renovations!" Torchwick laughed as Grant yelled over the spectacle that was unfolding before them. He knew ignoring some of the things in the contract would pay out but even he could never have expected something like this. He shared a quick look with his partner in crime, the tiny woman completely enraptured by the show Summer was putting on.

Grant's attempts at getting the technicians to turn the lights and music off were ignored, causing the man to stand up to do it himself. He was halfway past his desk when a cane blocked his way. He turned to his fellow elder, ready to let her know exactly what he thought of her daughter's antics tonight. Maria held his angry gaze without issue. They stayed locked in their silent fight for a few tense moments before Grant grunted and turned away, sitting back down at his desk with a heavy thump that almost broke the small chair under him.

Summer had finished her spin around the room, waving and yelling at everyone that caught her eye in the audience. The crowd had reached a fever pitch, everyone inside the building and on Patch completely enamored by her now. With her greetings out of the way Summer once again turned to the elders, pointing her finger at Grant. One of the spotlights followed where she pointed, the angry face of the leader of the Bleu clan now clearly visible to everyone. "I'm sorry Grant but I can't stop now! I will always want to meet everyone on Patch, no matter how big our kingdom may become. And maybe someday we will reach a point where even I can't know everyone anymore, but I will never stop trying." The single light returned to her, the multicolored lights dancing around her in complex patterns before all once again resting on her.

"I have dreamed of sharing the wonders of Patch since before I could walk and every day I worked to make that dream come true. To show my friends, my family, and my children what it means to love our home. And I will work harder and harder until I can show it to everyone on Remnant!" Summer spun once again, taking a few steps towards Zumao who had been rooted to the podium since Summer had arrived. "And I know you wish for the same thing, Zumao. That's why I'm standing here now to tell you all that we must make the StarLink project a reality."

~Red or white

You can't lose

With your colors fly-

The music ended suddenly and with it, the cheer of the crowd as the people looked around in confusion. Ozmas scowl had turned to shock at Summer's unexpected declaration. "How else will we tell the world that Patch welcomes them with open arms? Just imagine a world where we can show everyone the wonders of our island while they share the beauty of their own homes with us. A world without the danger of isolation and fear of loneliness. That is a dream that is worth fighting for, am I right?"

Ozma could only nod, caught completely off guard by Summer once again. He was so unbalanced he almost didn't notice her rushing onto the stage, grabbing both his hands in hers. "I know that's why you came here today. Even though you being here goes against every Vytal negotiation protocol. But you know that, right?"

The music returned in full force, in tandem with Ozmas color leaving his face as Summer exposed his biggest gamble to the world. Summer only smiled, keeping a firm grip on him as a murmur rose over the music. "I understand, it's hard to keep your enthusiasm in check. I feel the same about Patchwork. When your dream feels so close that you can almost grab it you can't just sit back and wait. So why not go and make it happen?"

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS ZUMAO? YOU TOLD US YOU HAD VYTAL'S SUPPORT!" Grant shouted over the chaos the hall had fallen into, his fists finally breaking through his desk as he slammed them into it once again.

For the first time tonight, Ozma was at a loss for words. Countless voices echoed in his head, pulling him in all directions. Support the girl, hurt her, erase her very existence, flee! He needed to take back control, fast. But what could he do, his plan had ended, he had won! Summer had let him go during Grant's angry yell, allowing him to take his papers from the podium. "I-I may not have support from Vytal t-to acquire resources from Patch but I can assure you-"

His hands were shaking as he tried to silence the voices inside him. His magic was surging dangerously high, taking precious parts of his self-control to keep in check. The spell to silence the souls that wouldn't leave him was on his tongue but he could not finish it. His body was already at its limit, any more and he would collapse, maybe even lose this host. And then Remnants salvation would be lost. Summer, unaware of the torturous sounds of a thousand lives inside him, had stepped next to him, laying an arm around his shoulder in a gesture of comfort and understanding. But to him it felt like a vice, rooting him to the spot. "Zumao did not come here without Vytals support for his project. I'm sorry if I caused some confusion." Grant sunk back into his seat, parts of his desk falling to the floor as he muttered angrily. "Minister Zumao has filed an official request for Vytals supervision for the StarLink project which was checked, verified, and signed by Vytal. He even had an official supervisor already assigned to him. But he knew that only he truly understands how important this project is, so he decided to continue working on funding it by himself." Summer truly was his personal hell made manifest and it took every shred of the quickly fraying patience and control he had to keep from infusing his fist with destruction and show Qrow what it means to punch someone.

"Mr. Zumao, is that true?" Grant exhaled slowly, trying to keep his anger in check.

The man with a thousand souls could only stare blankly ahead for a moment, Summer nodding for both of them. "That is… technically true." There was no possible way for him to deny it. "But I have official permission to request support from Patch, signed by the Vytal council themselves. If you just allow me a moment to prove it-"

"No need, I got proof. And quite a lot of it." Ozma let out a shaky breath. How could he have miscalculated so catastrophically? Maybe he truly was the fool Summer called him when she stood before him the first time. "First, I will need someone from the audience to help me. Anyone that has in-depth knowledge of Vytal regulations and rules or is part of the upper power structure?" Summer looked over the people, knowing full well no one present fit those criteria. But that wasn't the point of her question. And while she only saw confused faces, Grant knew what she was playing at. He sank into his chair, rubbing his temples as he felt a headache coming.

Of course, Summer would involve her in this.

"No one? That's a shame. But don't worry, your Number One Huntress came prepared!" Letting Ozma go, Summer slid across the stage, the spotlights once again dancing around her. "Allow me to introduce a surprise witness to tonight's assembly!" She pointed to the skylight that she had fallen through just minutes before. "Please welcome the deadliest and most amazing soldier that Patch has ever known. The prodigal daughter, the fearless captain of Vytal's unbeaten Sword division, and the Coalition's youngest and most decorated general which is all far too much of a mouthful to say in one go without error. The one! The only! KIM POPPY BLEU!"

The entire hall was on its feet, the same shouts that had welcomed Summer being heard once more. Ozma was now resting his head on the podium, all pretense of composure forgotten. A single rope fell from the Bullhead still hovering over the skylight, swaying back and forth as Patch's second famous pink-haired woman descended.

Just like her criminal counterpart, Poppy landed with the elegance that would put dancers to shame. Her hands went over her military uniform as she made sure no dust had accumulated. Satisfied with her clothes, she moved one hand to adjust her glasses while the other went up just as her husband was about to run into her. Sebastian had jumped out of his seat the moment he saw her coming down the rope, ready to catch her in his arms. He wasn't quite fast enough, allowing his wife to try to stop him from scooping her up. Not that she managed it, the almost two heads he had on her were enough to take her off her feet despite the difference in training.

"Dammit Sebby, what did I say about picking me up when I'm making an entrance?" Poppy squirmed in Sebastian's arms, only half-heartedly trying to break free as she enjoyed seeing her husband again. Still, she had an image to uphold, and getting picked up like a child did not help. "By the way Summer, you added another part to my title, don't think I didn't notice. What did I say about making stuff up about me?" She had stopped her struggle, patting Sebastian's head as he babbled nonsense into her hair. it wasn't an unusual scene, every time Poppy returned to Patch involved her other half making even more of a fool of himself than usual. Not that she minded, she understood that it was just how he showed his love.

Summer chuckled nervously, scratching her head. Normally her verbal spars with Poppy were tradition but as fun as that would be, taking advantage of Sebastian getting his spirit back now that his wife was here was more important. "My deepest apologies miss Vytal. Did you have enough time on the way here to get caught up or do I need to explain the situation to you?"

"Ha, please. Reading through a few documents is like a vacation compared to the shit I have to deal with daily. Have you ever tried to order supplies for an entire division? It's a nightmare I tell ya." Poppy jumped out of her husband's arms, giving him one last kiss before turning to the man staring holes into her back since she arrived. "Grandfather."

"Kim." Grant's voice was icy. "I see you decided to drop by. In uniform, of course."

While the two seemed to be cordial, the temperature in the hall dropped by a few degrees. Summer could swear she saw her breath in the air as the two stared at each other, lighting flashing between their eyes. "When I heard that my dear Sebby finally decided to revive his parents' dream I knew I had to be here for him. What kind of wife would I be if I didn't support my husband on one of his most important nights? So I took the first flight I could get, with special permission from Commander Greymoon, because I'm just that good at my job. And when Summer called me just as I entered Patch's airspace I knew that I could do more than just be here for them as moral support." Poppy had put her hands on her hips, stance wide as she dared Grant to challenge her. The elder crossed his arms, looking her up and down before accepting her explanation. It would have been the most civil talk they had if Poppy didn't feel the need to add one more comment.

"Besides, I look damn good in my uniform. Unlike some people that haven't changed their jacket in forty years."

Grant had played the political game on the highest level for decades. He knew he could simply let the commendation slide without losing face, everything else tonight was too big for something like that to be even a footnote.

Of course, he could also show his little brat of a grand-daughter in law who she was talking to.

"At least my jacket isn't from the children's section. Unlike someone's uniform."

Sebastian, the only one present that was completely obvious to the tension between his wife and grandfather, continued to be over the moon seeing his wife tonight. Unable to hold himself he hugged her again, spinning her around once before letting go again. "Oh Poppy, I can't believe you asked Greymoon just to come here-" Poppy held a single finger up, a small question mark formed from her aura appearing over Sebastian's head. "Hey, I didn't do anything inappropriate!"

The mark suddenly turned into an X, discharging a small amount of lighting before vanishing. It wasn't dangerous but strong enough for Sebastian to let out a small yell of pain, causing him to step back and rub his head, some of his hair sticking up. "Sorry dear, but I don't make the rules"

"Your semblance is literally making rules…" He grumbled to himself as he kept rubbing his head, hands a little shaky from the electricity.

"True, I do make the rules. And you should have learned to follow them by now." Poppy giggled innocently, balancing on one leg while leaning forward, placing a small kiss on her husband's nose before dancing back again. Sebastian's grumbling was replaced by a goofy smile as the pain was forgotten. Having taken care of her husband for the moment, Poppy moved up to Summer. "But I must say, Summer, that was some entrance. Almost as good as some of mine. Of course, I have to deduct points, there was no fitting music for me, no pink lights to match my hair. But I guess it's for the best, I do hate listening to music while I work." Summer quickly spun around, giving one of the sound technicians a signal. The man smiled down, giving her a thumbs up before the music started again, lower and without the vocals this time. "... touche Summer. You win this round." The huntress stuck out her tongue, the two sharing a little laugh.

Just another day in the friendly rivalry between Patches number one huntress and soldier.

Unbenounced to the two, behind them Ozma was slowly losing his grip on reality. He held the edge of the podium hard enough to draw blood, knuckles bone white as small flecks of magic danced on the inside of his hands. His gaze had not left Summer for a moment, every soul inside him clamoring to tell him what to do with her. Somehow the girl could not only enrapture whole nations but even the remnants of the people he once inhabited. "How much longer will you make a mockery of my plans, Summer?" The words were whispered through clenched teeth. But it truly seemed like the brothers had abandoned him, for Summer somehow heard him despite the distance between them. She turned her head slightly, mouthing a silent ' A lot longer ' followed by a charming smile and wink. The girl truly was a menace. If he wanted any chance to turn this night around a second time he would have to try to work around her.

Clearing his throat, the attention of the assembly returned to him, a single spotlight illuminating him. "I should no longer be surprised, this night has been full of unsuspected turns and twists. So please, Capitan Bleu, would you be so kind as to correct Summers' theories? I am aware of your track record so I do not doubt that you checked in with your superiors instead of taking someone's word at face value. This night is about something far more important after all. So please finish this so I can return to work on the last ray of hope this broken world still has." His voice had been hard as steel, leaving no room for another one of Summer's shenanigans. He would start Remnants salvation tonight and he would rather let the darkness of death take him once more than let a child that played at being a hero take it from him.

Despite his anger, he had come here tonight once again with the belief that kindness would make them see the way. But if Summer wanted to face his ire, then he would stop with the pretense and show her what had struck fear into the hearts of countless opponents. "Unlike some, I don't need to dilute my dreams with petty games and flashing lights. All I need is the truth, combined with the boundless will and endless conviction that has carried humans and Faunus through the darkness of our world. With this, I will prove that not even the heavens are out of reach."

"My, they did not exaggerate when they told me you have a way with words Minister Zumao. It's like a dark mirror to Summer, which is quite ironic if you ask me." Poppy held her chin, her piercing gaze studying the infinite man closely. Cocking her head to the side she yelled. "Hey Grandfather, since this is an official gathering, I will need to be under oath before testifying. Be a dear and fetch that big book of yours."

Grant's retort was quickly interrupted as his mic was cut off, the insult being heard in these few moments enough to make a sailor blush. Maria cackled beside her old friend as he got up to yell at the technicians. Waving her cane towards Julius she let him know to get Patch's constitution, watching as he and two workers quickly went through his whole desk, carrying a few hundred photos of his grandchildren around before finding the book buried at the bottom of one drawer.

"Here it is, all of our kingdom's laws in one book." Julius smiled, gently dusting off the old book as he looked at it fondly. There was still a small mark on it from the last time Poppy was under oath. "I guess the old girl hasn't seen use in some time but I think that's a positive thing, right?" Poppy nodded to the Arc patriarch as he came up beside her. She always liked the old man and his work.

"Maybe you just do your job too well Julius."

"HA! I don't think so. If anything I've become far too lenient recently. But enough pleasantries, you know the procedure Poppy: Name and Occupation."

She put a hand on the book, the other resting over her chest. "Kim Poppy Bleu, acting captain of the Vytal Coalitions Sword Division. And the future commander of the VCA of cours-"

"Keep to the facts, child." Grants shouted, still arguing with the head technician.

"The only fact here it's that you are an old- no Poppy, you are a professional." She cleared her throat. "I swear on my honor as a proud member of Vytal and Patch that I will tell the truth and nothing but the truth. Happy grandfather? Who am I kidding, you are never happy."

"I'll be happy once you leave my island. After visiting your daughter, the poor girl hasn't seen you in weeks. Julius, take her passport, I won't have her weasel out of taking care of her family again."

"Grant, I won't detain a Vytal agent just because you don't like how she deals with her family. Can you keep your stupid pride in check just once?" Somehow this had turned into a family drama, one Grant was quickly losing.

He could hear the murmurs around him as people started to wonder why he was so mean to his granddaughter. Adjusting his now working microphone again he set back down. "Fine! Poppy, keep going, we are already behind schedule."

She simply rolled her eyes, moving to the edge of the stage. "Alright, show over folks, time to get serious. First, a new Rule:" She snapped her finger, pointing behind her. Two question marks appeared above Summer and Ozmas' heads, connecting to their aura. "Rule #1148: There will be no attempts made to physically attack the other or you will regret it ." She didn't stop there, whistling loudly to signal four agents in black to drop down from the skylight, each armed with a scroll and laptop. "With that taken care of, let's move on. I have contacted my colleagues in Vytal and got word directly from the Palace of Nations, confirming that the StarLink project was registered and accepted, along with signed support by each kingdom that has backed it." Poppy clapped her hands once, her underlings moving to show the elders copies of the documents. "Legally speaking, the StarLink project is ironclad."

Ozma couldn't help the smug smile as he turned to Summer. "Well, it seems that your accusations were unfounded. Do you truly believe that I would risk my life's work on legal technicalities? StarLink is the work of hundreds of people, it would be foolish to think one could deceive so many people and operate outside the law." He gave the huntress mock applause as he stepped beside her. "But despite everything tonight, I do agree with you. Our goals are not so different. So if you stop this foolish little show I am sure we can come to an agreement. After all, we want Remnant to…" Something was wrong. Summer had not moved from her spot, eyes covered by her hood. He knew the girl, this was not how she dealt with failure. And then she looked up and he knew that he had made a mistake.

An unfamiliar feeling washed over him as he looked at Summers' smirking face, a feeling he had not felt since he stood against his beloved and realized he was thoroughly outclassed.

"I got you, Zumao"

For a single, endless moment, there was absolute silence inside Ozma's soul as a new sensation moved through him. Never before had he been caught so off guard that even the lives inside him stilled. Until reality caught up with him and the chorus inside him became deafening as he realized what Summer had done. It was as if his very being wanted to break apart as, for the first time, he had been beaten at his own game. His opponent noticed nothing of this, simply taking his silence as a sign of defeat.

"I'm sorry for the deception, but I had to make sure you weren't Ozma. And now I have proof." He felt like he was about to pass out as he tried desperately to find a way to turn the situation around. "Because Ozma always has a plan for every eventuality! He would never follow a plan that was less than perfect!"

'My plans...'

"I don't know what you thought you could gain by playing along with Qrow's mistake, but it ends now, Zumao."

'I wasn't playing...'

"You said it yourself, there is no way someone wouldn't notice something was going on with so many people involved. And yet, you are here instead of the supervisor from Vytal." The music had once again turned up full force as Summer turned to the audience. "And with human error and ill intentions ruled out, there is only one conclusion left." Summer waited a moment, giving the people a moment to absorb what she said. Her next words were important.

"This whole assembly was a stage for you to manipulate us!" Her words rang through the hall as all the lights now focused on Ozma. "The proof is right in front of you, honorable elders. We have signed documents from Vytal that show that Zumao acquired the permits months in advance." Poppy had moved during Summers' speech, showing Graham the proof on her scroll personally while her man did the same for the rest of the council. "Thanks to the help from the Guild I was able to confirm the name of the Vytal representative that was appointed to oversee the project - Antoine LeBlaise - along with his current location."

"Summer my dear, please get to the point," Dana spoke up for the first time since recess ended. "I love your shows to death, but even I am starting to be fed up with this back and forth."

"Don't you worry aunt Dana, we are almost at the finale. There is only one last thing left to tie it all neatly up with a bow on top." The spotlight was once again on Summer as she opened her arms to the people, cheers, and applause surrounding her. It was necessary at this point but she was nothing if not committed to her performance. "So what is it we are missing? Well, let's start by changing the question. You are all wondering why Zumao would try to manipulate us, and what his goal is. But I have a different question we should ask ourselves. ' Where is our beloved headmistress tonight? ' Because as some of you may have noticed, she is tragically absent tonight." The seat reserved for Sanctuary's leader was illuminated for a moment, showing only empty air. "Now I think I stalled enough for our dear techs behind the stage. So please welcome the one and only Glynda Goodwitch tonight, even if she can't be here in person. Can you hear me, Glynda?"

"Yes Summer, the connection is stable. So please, do not yell.

I assume you are still at the assembly if the shouts in the background are anything to go by.

You better have a good reason for calling me, your message was frustratingly vague.

I hope everything is alright over there, I do not want to come home to see half of Patch on fire."

"Nothings on fire Glynda, just the usual chaos that Summer loves to bring with her." Grant's anger had left him, replaced by exhausted resignation. "Speaking off, you know we planned the yearly tribute for Sanctuary today, so please let me know you will be absent before flying off to Vacuo."

"You know I wouldn't just leave, that's why Port is there to take over my role for the tribute.

But sometimes some circumstances force us to make compromises. You should understand that better than me.

Now, let's not waste any more time. As you know I'm currently at Shade Academy."

Ozma could feel Ozpin react within him once again, his voice louder than any other inside him. It wasn't clear enough to be understood, but the ancient wizard could swear he heard him say ' Glynda ' as a new wave of affection and pride momentarily overshadowed his anger.

"I'm sorry I wasn't more specific when I left but time was of the essence.

To keep a long story short, Vytal approved an expansion to the cross-continental communication system, known as Project StarLink.

That requires the construction of a new Satellite line, along with three support points and a new tower.

The details are not important right now."

Glynda didn't know how right she was as the entire assembly was already set through a detailed explanation of the project.

"Construction was on schedule until a few days ago when the site was attacked by a large group of Myrmidon.

While the attack could be repelled without loss of life, the damage to the structure was extensive.

Theodore knew we had a similar setback during the construction of Beacon Tower, so he asked me to come to help with negotiations and make sure the Grimm were taken care of."

Ozma was only half listening, mind still swirling with confusion and disbelief. Summer, the bumbling fool of a girl, had outplayed him at his own game. All the while completely failing to discern his identity as Ozma in the process.

Somehow, she had opened the right door with the wrong key.

And that meant he still had a chance to come out of this on top.

"Now is that all Summer? I still have a million things to take care of before coming back to Patch and I would like to get back to it."

"That was all Glynda, thank you so much for your help. Say hello to Theo for me!" With another brisk goodbye, the call cut out. Summer went back to the middle of the stage, hands clapping together. "Now, let me recap what we learned so everyone is on the same page. It turns out that not one but two negotiations are currently underway regarding the StarLink project. One in Vacuo handled by Vytal as is protocol, and one here on Patch by Zumao himself on live television. Strange, wouldn't you agree?"

Ozma's fingers drummed rhythmically on the podium as he sighed. "It seems there is no reason to hide it anymore. It is true that the representative assigned by Vytal is currently in Vacuo to negotiate and oversee the construction of one of the StarLink bases. The question that remains now is why? Why would I come here personally when everything is already signed and agreed upon? But I have a counter question for you Summer." The huntress's eyes widened, not expecting Ozma to still fight back. "What do you think to accomplish with this? Because while I omitted the details of my dealings with Vytal, I never lied to you tonight. And me asking Patch for support does not break any laws."

"...what?"

"Please think back. I came here tonight because Patch is in a position to assure that the StarLink project will be secured. Nothing you learned speaks against that, quite the opposite. You now told the whole world why it is so important for Patch to support me." He swept his arm across the room. "With the setback in Vacuo, the entire StarLink project is at risk. The loss of materials is far worse than Headmistress Goodwitch made it sound and I knew that if I didn't do something drastic we may not recover from it. That is why I came here to beseech you… and Captain Bleu will be able to verify that my request for aid does not go against Vytal protocol."

All eyes fell on Poppy, who could only nod. Ozma had told the truth, his visit tonight was well within his rights. A somber mood settles over the assembly, with one of the technicians turning off the music. Summer herself was standing still, unable to face the crowd.

Ozma meanwhile was able to keep his cool, his nerves settled now that he regained control of the situation once more. Still, he would not make the same mistake again and believe her to be beaten. He needed to finish Summer off once and for all.

One by one, the lights around Summer turned off as she felt her whole plan crumble around her. Was that how far she could go? Tonight was supposed to be the night that would bring a new dawn to Patch as she revived the dream of her parents.

She thought her smile would reach the world and carry her dream into reality, but it seemed like it wasn't enough.

Perhaps the time of the Rose clan was truly over and her wish to see it rise once more was just the foolish hope of a stupid girl

…

…

…no

"I'm sorry?"

"I SAID NO!" Her scream was full of defiance. "You may not have broken any laws but your entire project is built on deceit and half-truths!"

"I admit that my conduct tonight has not been the best. But I did not come here to argue morals with you, I came searching for help to save the last hope of Remnant. If that is all you have Summer, take your musical numbers and self-righteous outburst and return to hunting Grimm. Clearly, that is where you belong."

"I am more than just a huntress. I am a protector and a mother! And I can't back down and watch something that is supposed to bring people together be shrouded in so much secrecy. Why lie about the state of your project? Why did you not tell us that StarLink is in danger? What other secrets are you hiding from us?"

Ozma could feel what little calm he collected shattered into a thousand pieces. Slamming his fist on the podium he growled. "You insolent child! How dare you accuse me, ME! Who has dedicated his entire life to unite this world? Do you have any idea what I sacrificed for StarLink? What right do you have to stand here and say that I'm lying?"

Summer stomped her foot in frustration. Why couldn't he see that they wanted the same thing? Why did Zumao try so hard to stand against her? It was true that she had no proof that he was hiding anything, but he would be in for a surprise if he thought such small details would stop her. StarLink and Patchwork needed to exist together, she was sure of it. But the only way to make that a reality was if they are honest with each other. The huntress inside her feared a world united under a project born from so much strive and conflict.

"Hey Summer," Sebastian left his wife to stand behind Summer. "You know we have no proof he is hiding anything else."

"We don't, but we also have no doubts." Summer didn't look at him. "We are going to bluff our way to victory. Are you with me?"

"Of course I am. But you know we only got one shot at this."

"Then we better make it count. Don't you want to impress your wife to remind her why she fell in love with you?"

"I failed once today already, not again. Let's show all of them what we are made of."

"All of them?"

"Our parents, family, the whole of Remnant."

"I like the sound of that, let's go then."

"I'm right behind you."

"You know it is rude to whisper during such a meeting." Ozma was unamused as he looked down at the two fools who had tried so hard to sabotage his plan. "This night has been going on far too long already and my injury is starting to act up. If you excuse me I will-"

Summer raised her hand, two lights turning on to illuminate her and Sebastian.

"One last thing, Mister Zumao." Sebastian gave the man a small bow. "I apologize for my outburst earlier, but I must ask you to stay just a little longer. There are some questions I need answers to. Your allotted time is not up yet after all."

Ozma scoffed at the boy in front of him. So they still wanted to play this game? Very well, he overcame everything they could raise against him tonight, he would give them the honor of ending it here and now. "Very well, mister Bleu. Ask your questions." Grant's voice cut in. "Summer, Sebastian, this has been going on long enough. I will not allow more than one question from each of you, understood? We will not force an injured guest to stay longer than he feels he can." Ozma gave him a nod, agreeing to the condition. Not that he could refuse such an open challenge, no matter how futile it was.

Two questions, one chance for each of them. Summer could feel the tension, looking behind her to her family one last time to steel herself. She saw Tai's encouraging smile while Raven looked at her with worry, biting her nails just like she used to do during their time at Beacon.

It was still just as adorable as back then-

Wait. That was it!

Beacon

Summer put a hand on Sebastian's shoulder, letting him know she was going first. He gave her a nod, taking a step back as Summer turned back to Ozma. Taking one last breath, she asked her question. "Mister Zumao, you said that the loss of materials in Vacuo is far worse than it sounds. Then my question is this. Why did you come here to get the electro-iron? The amount you need would need to be shipped across the entire Sparkling Sea to reach Vacuo and then be carried through the desert toward Felspar. Protecting such a large shipment would cost a fortune. Why not get it from Vale if time and money are of such importance?

Ozma didn't answer immediately, adjusting his collar before saying. "I understand why you would assume it would be easier to ship from Vale. But despite the higher costs its the only possible way-

"And here I thought that after such a rousing speech about honesty you wouldn't lie my dear Minister." Torchwick interrupted Ozma from his seat, somehow having connected his scroll to the assembly's speakers. One of the spotlights swung up to show him leaning in his seat, bowler head slightly tilted as he smiled. "If Vale is not an option, why not go to Mistral?"

"If you must interrupt us why not do it from down here son?" Graham joked from his seat, getting a scoff from his son in return. "You can start getting used to your future seat."

"Sorry, but I have always felt more comfortable sitting above people, father. Now, I thought I knew what your plan was Zumao. The satellites are manufactured in Feng Dao, so getting your iron from here would be the best option." Neo held her scroll up, a map of Remnant appearing on the large screen behind Ozma.

"But as my partner is showing us here, that no longer holds up. You need our resources in Feldspar, halfway across the world. Which means there are two much more convenient and cheaper options like these two:"

Neo drew her finger across her scroll, lines on the map now showing the shipping routes Torchwick was talking about. "And don't try to deny it. No one knows more about international shipping and prices than the pumpkin prince." He laughed, leaning back in his seat to watch an angry look appear on Ozmas face. To think the night would turn out like this, was even better than he could have imagined. "Anything to say? Unless you omitted the fact that Mistral already denied your previously unannounced request for help."

Instead of answering, Ozma turned around to look at the map. "It is true that there are places that could transport the electro-iron I need far cheaper than Patch. But you can not forget, StarLink relies on the Cross Continental Communication System. All four kingdoms have to upgrade the existing towers, while Vale has to expand a great number of resources to construct a new one. Patch does not, making it the best and only option." Summer could see Neo ask Torchwick something from the corner of her eye but he only shook his head. Looks like the dynamic criminal duo was out.

Yet, he had done enough. Having spoken up against the minister, someone else now had a chance to continue. "If I may interject. While I'm no expert in regards to global telecommunication, I have worked long enough with experts at Merlot Industries to know that there is no possible scenario where-"

"Who are you?" The ancient wizard interrupted the doctor in frustration. The fact Roman Torchwick of all people was willing to get involved already went against any prediction he had made. But now a completely unknown player had joined the battle.

Walking quickly over to the elders, Ashley spoke a few words with Maria before being handed a small microphone. Putting it on the collar of her coat, she gave it a slight tap before continuing. "My name is Ashley Wesker, senior researcher and head of Merlot Industries' genetics division. But I used to be part of the development team that created the Grimm detection system used by the Eagle satellites. And I can say with confidence that your system would work with more than the original four towers. A tower in Patch would not only allow you to ship electro-iron from Vale, but it would also improve the stability of the system. With a tower so far south the global coverage would be more evenly distributed, increasing the effectiveness of the mesh system you talked about before. And once established, Vale and other kingdoms could build more towers, further improving the system while also saving resources now."

The everlasting wondered how Summer managed to inspire so many people to stand behind her. No matter how many times he struck her down today, she kept coming back, with more people to hold her up. It was truly infuriating. "Doctor Wesker, it is always a pleasure to see one of Merlot's bright minds. Even if the circumstances are a little unorthodox." Ozma chose his words carefully. Ashley Weskers had been a well-known name in the scientific field for many years now. But the breakthrough in her research which resulted in the first Rose to be born on Patch since the clan's demise had gained her not only global recognition but great fame on Patch specifically. "While I appreciate the input from someone with far more technical knowledge than me, you cannot ignore what strain the construction of more towers would put on Remnant. Patch will already need to stretch its resources to build a home for the people of Kuroyuri. And most kingdoms don't have the luxury of a protective blessing that keeps Grimm activity to a minimum. Imagine what would happen if suddenly every corner of the world would fight over the precious few materials that are safe to gather and transport to build their own tower. It's not a risk I'm willing to take."

"Wait, hold on a moment." Sebastian held his hands up, stepping forward. "I want to use my question. You think that building more towers will cause a war for resources because every kingdom will want to build its own?"

"No, but the potential for-"

"Potential for what? I'm sorry but I just can't understand what you are scared of mister Zumao. You are already working with Vytal to make sure StarLink remains free of the kingdom's influences. Do you truly believe that the same process can not be used to ensure that additional towers are built in cooperation? There is no way Vytal would not be able to negotiate a deal."

"That's not the point you fool!" Ozma slammed his hands on the podium once more, cracking the wood slightly. The sound of magic releasing into it went unheard over his sudden outburst. He noticed none of it, staring at the shocked face of Sebastian as he spoke. "The towers aren't tools to be built wherever you want. They are symbols! The great legacy of the king of Vale that ended years of war and suffering! Yet you would watch that which has brought Remnant together fall apart and be forgotten. And for what? Your selfish desire to have your own? I will never accept a society that treats the sacrifice of countless people as a stepping stone to satisfy their greed!"

"But aren't you already moving away from the king's legacy? Beacon's tower remains abandoned, the one planned for Vale uses a new design, and StarLink adds three completely new focal points to the system." Ashley's calm voice interrupted Ozmas outburst, the factual tone a stark contrast to the rage of the same old King she was talking about. "I understand your feelings. I'm from Vale myself and the loss of Beacon is a wound that still stings to this day. But we cannot remain stuck in the past. We owe it to those that sacrificed everything to move forward, even if that means leaving behind the things they once protected. The world is changing rapidly and we can make sure those changes are for the betterment of all without forgetting the past. That same principle has fueled my research and it will do so until the day I die and beyond."

"I have great respect for your work doctor but that is not how the world works. No matter how much we may wish it to be so." Ozma shook his head, a humorless laugh accompanying it. "No matter how much you believe in your dream or how sure you are of your mission, we cannot simply do as we please just because we think we are right. Can we build more towers? Maybe. But could you convince the Guild to support their construction? Do not forget, it was the King of Vale that gave the Guild full jurisdiction over their protection. It has taken almost a decade to plan and organize the extension of that protection to the StarLink project." Summer was about to interject but Ozma had enough of her meddling for tonight. "And don't think it's as simple as getting a head of an academy to support you. The entire leadership as to anonymously agree to it, including the Guild master-"

SLAM!

The whole assembly was suddenly silenced by the sound of a folder being closed far louder than one would think possible. But if Ghira Belladonna learned one thing over the years it was how to grab the attention of an audience. "I think that's my cue." Raising to his feet, he took the microphone from Ashley. "Ghira Belladonna, former Menagerie attorney and current head of Sanctuary Towers legal bureau. Minister Zumao, I understand that we already went past the allotted time but would you be so kind as to confirm something for me?"

Ozma did his best to remain calm as he nodded to the Faunus. "If I understand correctly, you gained permission to update the towers of Atlas, Vacuo, and Mistral, along with the necessary documents to ensure their safety during construction, correct?"

"Of course, but how does that-"

"And did you, as an official representative of Vale, acquire the signature of Maximiliam Magnus, current head of the Guild, along with modification permits following the legislations put in place after the Great War?"

"Y-yes."

Ghira smiled, quietly asking Poppy to come closer as he showed her something on one of the documents. The general gasped, one hand held before her mouth as she looked at him as if to ask if this was true. "People of Patch, honored Elders, if you would allow me, I have something important to share with you." Ghira did not wait for an answer, signaling one of the technicians to come over, and sharing a brief conversation with him before he ran backstage. "The loss of Setre and Scarlet was a blow to our kingdom, as we lost two of the brightest minds of their generation. But despite that, their legacy lives on even to this day, as I am about to show you. Are we ready?" The large screen in the hall, still having shown the map of Remnant, changed to show multiple documents. Most of them were full of legal jargon that held little significance for the people watching, except for two exceptions.

The first was STRQ, recognizing the signature on one of them from their hunting licenses.

The other was Ozma, who realized what these documents meant. His magic released as terror grabbed him, toppling over the already weakened podium. He didn't notice, nor did he notice Sebastian's look of panic as he looked at him.

"Patch's Tower?" Grant and Maria whispered in unison, the two words marked clearly on the last of the four pages.

"Yes, a communication tower for Patch." Ghira turned to the elders. "That was Scarlet's secret project. She wanted to make something that could stand on even footing with Beacon and the rest of the great academies. And as General Bleu can confirm, they managed to acquire not only permission but also the support of the entire Huntsman Guild. And while Scarlet worked on what would later become Sanctuary Academy, Setre worked on opening the kingdom to the rest of the world. Export and import laws, trade manifest, everything to improve relationships with the rest of Remnant. Sadly, they never got the chance to start any of it and their work lay forgotten for years."

Sebastian and Summer looked at the documents with tears in their eyes, neither able to believe how close they had come to reaching their dream.

"Although some of these documents will need to be redrafted and signed again, this is ample proof that expanding the Cross Continental Communication System is very much possible and supported by the Guild." Ghira walked over the stage, coming to a stop in front of Ozma, who could only look up at him in disbelief. "It may be a little presumptuous, but I believe that the fact that both StarLink and Patchwork came together tonight was fate. It won't be easy and there will be sacrifices as we build the future of Remnant. But I believe that together we can create a future of peace, not only between humans and Faunus but every person in this world." He held his hand out. "So I ask you, Zumao, will you join us in building our future together?

...

It was over.

The applause following Ghiras speech was deafening. There was nothing he could say that would turn this around.

If he rejected Ghira's proposal now, he would seem like a bigot. At best it would set StarLink back years, at worst the project would collapse entirely. It was a hard truth to swallow but he had well and truly lost tonight. Summers' endless persistence and her ability to inspire and rally people around her had chipped away at him until even his centuries of experience ran dry.

Ozma closed his eyes, blocking out the sound of the crowd around him. Even the voices in his soul faded into the background without force, though he couldn't care less about the reason.

Now that he admitted defeat, the only thing left to do was damage control. He would leave this island with his head held high and with StarLink secured, no matter what. But that was all he could hope for. The Guild had already come close to betraying him once, he did not doubt that they would not hesitate to do so again. "You make a convincing argument, mister Belladonna." He slowly took the man's outstretched hand. "My first and only concern has always been the future of Remnant. I believed that my plan was all we needed but it has become clear tonight that times are changing. And if we wish to unite our world then we will need to change with it."

Ghira said nothing, giving his hand a firm shake before letting him return to the podium, propping it up to stand behind it one last time tonight. He took a deep breath, feeling peace for the first time in far too long as every life inside him was in agreement. "If the kingdoms wish for their own towers to contribute to the unity we all wish for, then so be it. I will meet with the heads of the project as soon as possible to work on adapting StarLink to incorporate more towers." The crowd rose again, cheering and celebrating. He couldn't stop the small, honest smile as the sound of the people reminded him of times long past.

It was a good feeling, one he had forgotten over many lonely years. "Of course, my plea for support does not change, but it will take time to work out what these changes will require. But no matter what, I will need support to move forward from here. So one last time I ask you tonight, sons and daughters of Patch." He stepped away from the podium, standing in the middle of the stage. With every eye on him, he bowed deeply. "Please, help me to make my dream to unite Remnant a reality, and I promise that I will return to you to help create the first tower to herald in the dawn of a new world."

"Mister Zumao." Summer, of course. Who else would come to him at the end?

Ozma looked up as she approached, a bright smile on her face. "I know we had our disagreements tonight, but I never thought of you as my enemy. I want to give my daughters, and every child on Remnant, a better future. And I realized right away that StarLink will change our world for the better, even more than what my parents dreamed of. And while I can't speak for the council-"

"Really girl? It seems you had no problem talking over us all night." Maria sounded more amused than angry. "Don't try to shove the responsibility on us at the end. You started this and you better finish it, I didn't raise you to be a quitter." She looked up at the screen, pausing for a moment. "Still, this reminds me of different times. When I came to Patch it was already isolated, worried that their new independence wouldn't last. But we have long passed that point and I think it is time we stop being so afraid of the rest of the world."

Grant listened to his old friend, a somber look on his face. "Patchwork should have been realized long ago, with Setre sitting here instead of me. But while we cannot change the past, we can change our future. I say we put the question if we should support StarLink to a vote, but I think I already know what the people want." More applause and cheers filled the hall, making the old man chuckle. "Of course, we can only share so much. But I think it's clear that Patch will stand behind StarLink mister Zumao. Once plans for the expansion of the towers are drafted we can work out the details. Without any secret ploys or half-truths this time."

The everlasting could only nod. In a single moment, the entire atmosphere of the assembly had changed drastically. The people now looked at him with hope, their smiles and cheers showing their support for his dream. And he knew it was all thanks to Summer.

That woman's power over the people of Patch was truly frightening.

Said huntress was right now arguing with her mother like a teenager. Life truly was bizarre sometimes. "Come on mom, I was trying to show that I'm respecting you and the other elders. Don't call me out like that!" Pouting, she turned around. "Sorry, as I was saying, I understand why you don't want to get resources from Beacon." She looked at him with so much understanding that Ozma felt a cold shiver run down his spine. "It's because you know Vale still isn't ready to let go of it, right?"

"I…"

Summer took his hands in hers once more, that accursed smile never leaving her. "Even though there is nothing left there but Grimm, all of Vale still feels like it's part of their kingdom. I was only going to be there for a single year, but that academy changed my life forever. Without Beacon I wouldn't be half the huntress I am today and I know so many people that feel the same. I know that one day the tower will fall and what remains of the dream will end, but for now, Vale still needs Beacon to watch over it."

'Summer... you...'

'Brilliant fool.'

"I guess I will have to retract my previous statement. Someone who can read me like an open book belongs on this stage." Ozma chuckled at his joke, returning the slight pressure of Summers' hands. "It may seem selfish, but I know Vale better than I know myself. And to this day, the people feel like Beacon is still there, even if it's just a dark reminder in the distance. The thought of tearing it down and picking it apart for resources seems like an insult to everyone who was touched by Beacon's dream. That's why I was so insistent on recreating Signals tower as close to Beacons as possible."

"Guess it will be Glyndas job to plan the look of Sanctuary's new tower. I'm sure she will be happy about the extra work, haha…ha." Summer joked, but he could see the cold sweat on her forehead as she worried about what the headmistress would do when she learned she now had to plan the construction of a global communications tower. It may be petty, but after everything tonight Ozma couldn't help but feel a little satisfied that Summer wouldn't come out of this scot-free.

"Then I will make sure to contact her at my earliest convenience to start preparations. We wouldn't want the headmistress to be caught off guard." The joke came so easy it made him wonder if someone inside him had gained more control than before. "Now, if you excuse me, this has been quite the evening and I feel my injuries starting to hurt more by the minute." Summer stepped aside without hesitation, wishing the man a swift recovery as a security guard helped him backstage.

But just before reaching the door, he stopped to turn around. Holding his small microphone up he addressed the audience one last time. "People of Patch, I know tonight has been a struggle. Yet after everything, I must congratulate you. Your passion and conviction have made it clear that together we will succeed in making Remnant a better place. On behalf of everyone on the StarLink project, for every isolated town, for every lonely soul, thank you. Tomorrow will be the start of a new world, one that has taken the first step towards a future of peace. A peace we will protect together."

He finally left the assembly under the cheers and applause of all of Patch. The smile he wore on his way out was bright and honest and he could feel the souls inside him hum with satisfaction. He may have lost to Summer tonight, but he still knew how to inspire people.

With the minister leaving, the floodgates opened as people started leaving their seats, moving down to congratulate Summer and Sebastian in person. In moments the two were swarmed, barely able to keep up.

"Enough people, give me some space. I will need to have words with my daughter."

The crowd parted like the sea as Maria hobbled towards her daughter, the old lady taking her sweet time to get to her.

Summer stood stock still, like a deer caught in headlights. Next to her, Sebastian didn't fare any better. "Now you two." Her tone was calm but the two weren't fooled. There was a fire that showed even through the blue light of her prosthetic eyes. They were in deep trouble. "You crash this assembly with nothing but a half-baked plan and a vague idea of what you want to accomplish. Almost caused a national incident, embarrassed Patch, and then topped it all off with a circus show. Do you really think you were going to get away with all that?

"Mom?"

"You have managed to revive Patchwork, and that is something worthy of praise." Summer dared to relax a little until a cane connected with her chin, making her jump on one foot in pain. "But that does not excuse your actions today. When I'm done with you two you will wish I just locked you up for disturbing the peace and interrupting official proceedings you little-"

"GRANDMA!"

The loud yell from two young girls came from the door Ozma just left a minute ago. Maria looked behind her still-shaking daughter, her entire demeanor immediately brightening as she heard her granddaughters.

...Until she noticed that the two were tied to each other, carried by Junior.

Behind him, she could see two more girls. Weiss Koks and Blake Belladonna. Ruby and Yang talked about nothing else but these two for the past week. All four of them were covered in soot and ash and the smell of burned wood was strong enough to reach her through the hall. At least the two looked sufficiently ashamed and scared, unlike her granddaughters who smiled brightly at her, both swinging back and forth slightly.

Junior meanwhile looked like a man that has seen things no mortal should witness. His face was pale even beneath the ash that covered him. His eyes were dim and unfocused, showing that he was not truly with them anymore.

No one dared to say anything, with police being unsure if they should arrest the man or call for a doctor. Junior did not seem to notice any of this, carrying the complaining sister while holding the hands of the other two girls behind him as he marched past their parents.

He stopped before Raven and Tai, dropping Yang and Ruby in their lab without care and leaving Weiss and Blake next to them. Raven wanted to ask what was going on but he didn't give her a chance, turning on the spot and walking back out of the hall, the sound of the door closing behind him deafening in the otherwise dead silent hall.

"GRANDMA, MOMMY, DADDY, MOMMY!" Yang and Ruby cared little for the silence, shouting happily as they tried to get out of the rope still tying them together. Kali had left her post to look at her daughter, the small cat throwing herself into her mother's arms along with Weiss, both trembling. Tai was the first to get over the shock, untying his girls who kept talking over each other, far too fast to make any sense of it.

He and Raven looked at their smiling kids, looking at Summer for a moment which gave a nod before Raven embraced the two tightly. They returned the hug happily, still babbling along as their mother set them down on the floor.

Then she grabbed both their ears and pulled them along towards the exit under painful protest.

The girls' shouts could be heard even after Raven had made it backstage, all the while Blake and Weiss muttered about how the ice cream just kept burning or that they didn't know that chocolate could shoot out of a machine like that and lit up another building.

On any other night, four girls that looked straight out of a forest fire would have been the most exciting story from the assembly. Yet tonight it would barely be a footnote as people started to leave, still buzzing about all that had happened tonight.

The night had been long and tomorrow would be a new dawn as the dreams of those who want to change Remnant will come true.

A new world of opportunities and hope awaited them… after a nice dinner on the other side of Patch.

And so, two of the projects that will most change the future decade of Remnant achieved their most decisive victory. Summer and Sebastian will initiate the Patchwork project, while Ozma will be able to start up and bring internet to Remnant.

Now, having said that, it's time to talk about a friend in the shadows, whom I think I should have mentioned. Do you know Clipped Wings? I hope you do because it's one of the best RWBY fics out there today! And I'm not just saying that because Alucard is also co-author of this fic... hehe... I'm totally serious: Clipped Wings is one of the most angsty fics I've had the pleasure of reading in the last few weeks, and I can't help but feel bad that Trackhawk recommended some of you to come here and not do the same for them. Besides, they have Weiss!Faunus, we have Ruby!Faunus, we are very close to completing the trifecta of Pollination faunus AU.

...the PFAURWBY

Likewise, Fighting Rose. Do you know it? This one isn't Pollination, but it's... too good. If you like our fight scenes, I highly recommend you to go check it out because everything I've learned to create our style comes from Tengatsu!

I leave here below the links to both of them, check them out if you want because they have our seal of quality. And comment what you think about this mini-saga! Next chapter we go back to the future for a long time, after a mini-oneshot of Xenoblade 3, another thing that has our seal of quality.

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