A/N: Yo it's ya boy, back at it again, this time a relatively shorter one with that promised weapon smithing. I've re-uploaded this fic to another site as per the request of a friend of mine to hopefully bring both games' communities together!
holandia1103: That was a silly thing I had in mind after something akin to that happened to me in real life. Fun/Horrifying times!
RhoMarck: You shall enjoy the next chapter then, friend.
Let's get to some shenanigans, shall we?
"So, are we doing this?"
"Yup!"
"You got everything we might need?"
"Yes!"
Francisco took a deep breath. He was finally doing it, his lifelong dream, something he couldn't ever think of accomplishing in the city.
He could design a thing from scratch, he could dictate how his weapon would work, how it would look… Thinking on it though, why would the Head, the silent overlords of the City limit the citizen's potential by putting limitations on weapon creation? Much like almost anything done by the denizens, the Head could just steal the designs instead of outright banning their creation.
But that's enough of that, the Head did not deserve even a millisecond of thought. "With Jaune's stuff done, let's get to the fun part."
He cleaned the sweat off of his forehead.
Crocea Mors, in theory, was a big pushover, the thing was simply a sword with a retractable shield that doubled as a sheath. However, the sword was split in twain, along with the shield, which meant it had to be re-forged, either by recycling the material recovered from the fight or re-making the sword entirely.
Ruby had told the blonde about his choices and he quickly decided to recycle the materials, something about special materials and all those beliefs of passing the sword down the generations and whatnot. Francisco couldn't even understand why to name your weapon in the first place, but traditions are traditions he figured.
The thing is, what would he make for himself?
He and Ruby had already finished with Jaune's things and now it was his or Bemaia's turn.
Bemaia had already decided what he wanted, a right-handed power-arm exoskeleton thing that he had written down the specifics for, and a gun he said 'make it hit hard.
The thing was that Bemaia didn't know the first thing about weapon crafting and was currently in Grimm Studies class, which Francisco and Ruby decided to skip thanks to their excitement.
Francisco, on the other hand, had to take a lot into consideration.
For starters, he only had his right arm, which meant it couldn't be something he had to two-hand in order to effectively use, and he couldn't have a side arm as well, meaning he had to sacrifice some practicality of his loadout. Then he had the addition of Dust as well, something he had never even seen its full capabilities.
"A self-propelled hammer perhaps?" He thought out loud. "No, without the arm, I wouldn't have the balance necessary to wield it." He huffed in frustration, he had no idea what to make.
"Any ideas, Ruby?"
The girl's eyes lit up. "Oh! Let me think…"
She comically raised her hand to her chin as she stared blankly at the bald guy. "Something like a resized Hammer U-RLP the Atlesean Paladins use, or a re-imagined version of the super-heated Tachyon Lance the Vacuan raiders tend to use."
Francisco stared at her with a blank expression.
"I meant something to use as a base for the weapon, like a hammer or an axe."
Ruby did not falter, however. "Then we could try to modify scythe?"
Francisco stopped to consider his choices. A scythe was perhaps too big for a single arm, even if he knew people that used an oversized gardening tool as a weapon with a single hand, the Blue Reverberation being the prime example of this, it just wasn't his thing, especially since he had close to zero experience using such a weapon.
"Nope." He said, quickly cutting down the hopes of the young girl. "But I respect people that use it and can make it work."
Ruby blushed slightly, after all, she was a scythe user herself, but quickly brushed it off. "Then a simply straight sword then? We could mod the heck out of it and make it unique."
Francisco stifled a laugh. 'Really? Heck?' But he wouldn't make fun of someone for not saying a bad word, especially when it was a child. "That could work… I do enjoy a bit of simplicity."
His mind got to thinking.
What would he want for the straight sword? Ideas after ideas quickly swarmed his mind, rendering him unable to form a single understandable line of thought.
"Let's start from the beginning," Ruby said, pulling him out of his flooded head. "Since you don't write, I'll do it for you, so I'll ask you a few things just so we get a base of it, 'kay?"
Francisco sighed, he could tell that him being illiterate wouldn't get him very far in this world. "Ask away."
"So, let's start with the basics…" She started to write something down in her notebook.
"What are the dimensions of the blade, hilt, and scabbard?"
Francisco stopped for a moment. "The sword itself shall have 4 feet in size, the blade should have 3 feet and 2 inches 100 centimeters give or take, 8 inches of hilt or 25 centimeters. I don't want a scabbard, but I will end up needing it, so you can go ram with it."
Ruby listened to him, thoroughly noting every number he said. "Okay, now we have a sword, but that's no fun!" She looked up to Francisco, "We need to add a 'Bam!' to it."
Francisco waited as the young girl quickly started drawing something on the paper.
After a few seconds of awkward silence, she apparently had finished whatever it was, but Ruby did not show it to him right away.
"You okay there?" He asked, trying to sneak a peek at her drawing only for her to cover it with her body.
"Actually, let's not do that!" She peeped, leaving Francisco in deep confusion, but he didn't press her on it.
"Okay, so, I have an idea," Francisco said while Ruby quickly crumpled the piece of paper "I don't know much about that Dust thing, but I kinda want to add it to the sword."
The young girl composed herself after throwing the crumpled-up paper away, "Like, a Universal Dust Compatibility? That's it?"
Francisco nodded.
"Well, I was thinking of something more elaborate but…" She mumbled to herself, making sure nobody could hear her. "Sure! It's kind of a simple thing to add to it, really."
Francisco smiled in response. "Good. I'll do the tempering, hammering, flattening, cooling, sanding, and all that muscle work, while you do the schematics and add the Dust stuff, yeah?"
Ruby laughed in response, "Yeah, no." she said in a completely monotone voice.
"Here at Beacon, we have fabricators for that, big printers that create whatever we input them to."
The smile on Francisco's face vanished.
"Fabricators..?"
His heart sunk, he now understood that there wouldn't be any actual forge work aside from fixing Jaune's sword.
At least, not without a bit of persuasion. "You can fabricate my ass!"
He half-yelled, startling the young girl. "If we're doing this, and we are doing this, then we're making it the fun way!"
Ruby, however, did not care for whatever this man had to say. "Listen here, mister!" Just those three words were enough to slightly stagger him. "You are in no condition of doing something like that, or do I have to remind you that you lost your left arm yesterday?" That made him promptly hold the small stump that was left of his left arm. "Forging it by hand is, not only time-consuming, but it's also a lot more expensive!"
That sent him into deep thought. "Wait, sidenote, how much can we spend on the weapons?"
Ruby nonchalantly answered, "The Academy gives us about 3,000 Lien every month that we can spend only on our equipment for things like upgrades and repairs."
Francisco did not know how much a Lien was worth compared to Ahn, but considering Ruby's tone, he understood that 3,000 Lien wasn't enough. He calmed down. "That also counts to making a brand new weapon…"
Ruby nodded, "If Yang didn't share her allowance with me every month, we would barely be able to make your sword…" Francisco understood perfectly what that meant, he was now in dept again… This time, to a fifteen-year-old girl. "I'll pay your money back once I have the chance, thank you."
The girl laughed trying to hide her embarrassment. "Don't sweat it! You don't have to pay me back!" That, Francisco completely ignored.
The fact still remained, the sword would be forged by the fabricator.
"I'm still not happy with this…"
Ruby reassured him. "It's fine, the thing does an okay job with it, not to mention that it finishes really fast!"
He still did not trust the machine, but he didn't have any choice in the matter. "Fine, then can you operate it? I'm not particularly fond of machinery…"
Ruby laughed as she guided him to the fabricator room. "Oh, I was going to do it for you regardless, I like the smell it makes when it's used." Well, that's a good excuse as any.
Leaving the hot and dusted environment that was the armory's outdoor forge, the two soon got to the much more clean place that was the fabricator room. A simple yet pretty building painted pure white and bright blue with no windows, a drastic contrast to the forge, that was situated in a simple metal shed.
Once inside, the two students passed through a scanner room, and soon, were granted access to the contraption they needed.
Francisco however, noticed something that bothered him from the bottom of his heart.
His cheek eyes reacted, being shot wide open, staring directly at the two humanoid metal figures, each holding a weird-looking gun.
They were, clearly, robots, but that was precisely what rubbed him the wrong way.
"Oi, Ruby."
He stood completely still, as his body refused to move a single step forward.
"Why are you standing there? Come and help with the fabricator!" She said, not sparing him a glance being too enthralled by the fabricator.
He felt his heart skip a beat.
Did she not understand what was in front of them?
"Yeah, give me a second…"
He walked up to the 'Atlesean Knights', as written in their arms, not that he could actually read it.
After quickly analyzing them, he spoke in a very low tone. "I don't know if you can understand me, but I will say this once so listen very carefully."
Both androids moved their heads towards him. "Goodmorning, how may we be of service?" They said in a mechanized voice.
Taking a deep breath and completely ignoring the androids, Francisco said in a low, threatening voice. "You do not speak unless spoken to. And I will never speak to you."
He scratched his bald head trying to hold back his voice so as to not bother Ruby.
"I am a divine being, you are an object. You have no right to speak in my holy tongue." He turned barely to a very focused Ruby who couldn't really hear what he said.
"Should you even pretend to pretend to a being anything close to a human…M*chine, I will rend you apart."
He swallowed.
"So, how does this fabricator thing work, Ruby?"
The girl was already deep into programming exactly what they wanted to create. "Let's see if we got it right…" She pressed a button on the controller pad of the fabricator and a Hard-Light representation of the weapon came to life right before their eyes.
Francisco watched in wonder, although the weapon was all blocky, without detail, It was precisely what he asked for.
"What can we do with that?" He asked, excited.
"We could…" Ruby paused her sentence, trying to think of something. "Start by adding that universal Dust compatibility…"
The bald man watched completely speechless as the small girl manipulated the machine as if it were part of her own body. Separating the weapon's projection apart, as if it were a child's toy. "How do you want the dust to act on your sword?"
Francisco was pulled from his amazement. "Can we use it to imbue the weapon?"
Ruby smirked, "I knew you'd want something like that, and about the feeding system?" Francisco didn't really think that far. Since he lost his left arm, he couldn't have a two-handed reload system.
So he had an idea.
"Can you make the scabbard double as a reloading mechanism?" Ruby stopped for but a second. "Yeah? How'd you like it?" He scratched his head, deep in thought. "How about we use the rain guard to feed the sword Dust via the scabbard's locket?"
Ruby carefully took her hands out of the machine, and with a passionate smile, she started jumping in place. "Oh! Then we can use that to store dust in the pommel to smack Grimm with it!"
Francisco was going to say something else but decided against it. "That too." He said, holding back his urge to say that he would probably be using that mainly against other people.
Ruby continued to frantically put in commands in the fabricator while Francisco watched in complete silence. "Right! It is done!" She yelled in satisfaction. "So, a quick rundown of how Downpour works…"
How does what work?
Did she just name his sword?
"The scabbard needs to be pre-loaded with Dust Powder in four different canisters. Let's call them the magazines of your sword." She zoomed into the said canisters. "The magazines are shielded inside of the scabbard, included with a high-pressure auto-Dust-injectors, all for easy reloading at maximum efficiency and velocity." Francisco almost couldn't believe what he was seeing this fifteen-year-old do.
Sure, at fifteen he was forging the weapons for the Proxies of the Index, but this is something else, Ruby had full control of the fabricator. If this was happening in the City, the Hana Association would raid this place in a heartbeat considering that this fabricator could be considered a stray or unlicensed piece of technology. "The wonders of modern technology never ceases to amaze me."
Ruby smirked proudly, "And we're just getting started baby!" She said, now giving focus to the sword itself. "Since we don't have the actual sword yet, we can't say for sure what will happen when we use the dust, but we can make a few predictions…"
Ah, yes, giving Francisco a weapon with a chaos factor, a risk that it could blow up at any moment in his hand. "Some effects are more straightforward than others, like how Fire Dust will set the blade aflame, or how Electric Dust will electrify your sword."
His imagination went wild if the possibilities she was presenting him with. Downpour could be something you see a Grade 3 Fixer using, but now, with the Dust features… It went from high value to illegal rather quickly.
"But some other dust, like Gravity or Hard-Light, we can't really predict what will happen… So I suggest you avoid using those kinds of rare or man-made Dust." Francisco nodded, completely ignoring the girl's warnings. "And finally, the pommel! All you need to do is smack it against anything. It has only one charge that you'll have to reload manually with whatever Dust you want."
Then, her face got serious.
"Except Explosive Dust."
Francisco stared at her in silence, waiting for her to continue.
"After the Great War, it became against the Vytal Amendment to use Explosive Dust as a bludgeoning weapon."
"Okay, I won't be doing that then." Francisco assured her.
Though, he wondered, why would that specifically be forbidden? He figured, that not everything needs a concrete answer, especially when it comes down to human morality. Even the City had its own twisted sense of morality with those weird rulings on weapons and conducts… "Is that the only head's up?"
Ruby nodded.
"Now we will get into the fun territory…"
Francisco raised a single eyebrow. Wasn't it over already?
"So, how about we make it into a gun?"
He blinked.
"No."
The answer was short, direct, and well delivered, but that only made Ruby's heart sink. "Why not?!" Her voice cracked. "How are you supposed to deal against the flying Grimm? The ones far away!"
He held no pity for Ruby or her reasoning. "Ruby, I'd rather have a weapon that does one job the best, than one that does two jobs poorly." He said, trying not to sound as if he was ridiculing the student's choice of weapon.
"But, but-"
She attempted to say something but was quickly silenced by Francisco's finger being pressed against her lips. "It's just like a friend of mine once said,"
He moved his hand away from her.
"Ranged weapons simply don't work against actually competent opponents."
The girl tried to argue against his logic but found no purchase.
He was just that stubborn.
"Fine then!" She relented. "That's it for your sword then…"
Ruby then began the painful process of calculating exactly how much each piece of the weapon is worth and observing your currency slowly dwindle…
"Huh."
But something was off.
"There must be a mistake…"
That caught Francisco's attention. "Is something wrong?"
Ruby typed in a few commands in the machine, but the result was the same. "Whenever I set the blueprint to your name, the fabrication cost is automatically set to zero!"
Now that was a pleasant surprise.
"Well… Best not to think too much on it, just make it before it fixes itself!" Francisco told her excited at the prospect of receiving something for free.
But then it hit him.
'What if it has to do with that actual test warned us about yesterday?'
Was this Ozpin's way of showing that he has high hopes for them? Or perhaps it's how he sees us as valuable assets, especially since we came from another world?
"Welp, there it goes." The machine started, making all kinds of strange noises and odd rumbles.
"It'll take a while for it to finish Downpour, so how about go ask Bemaia what he wants for his weapons!?"
But Bemaia had planned ahead to save time. "He already gave me the specifics for what he wants."
Francisco pulled a piece of paper from under his Beacon Issued Standard Uniform Coat, commonly known as Beacon's Uniform, and unfolded it in front of Ruby.
She took a second to analyze the paper. "This is…" She struggled to speak.
"Yeah, all he said was 'Arm armor that makes punch stronger and strong revolver with the most force per trigger pull' and then proceeded to hand me his exact measurements as if he knew them by heart."
Ruby sighed. "That is not a lot to work with…"
Francisco nodded, thankfully or unfortunately, he was used to dealing with unreasonable requests and knew when and how to fill in the gaps. "Let's start at the beginning."
He took a pencil and turned the paper on its back. "We could do it the hard way, create a whole system of pistons and energy to make it an industrial tool made for dealing with heavy materials then repurpose it into an actual weapon."
He then started to draw on the paper
"Or…"
He drew a very rough outline of what would soon become Bemaia's arm-thing, "We could get creative, I don't know much about Dust and this world's tech, but since it's 'free' to create our weapons, we could just make it with the sturdiest metal around, use some dust to make it lighter, and then add the most basic, bare-bones of hydraulics to make it actually pack a stronger punch."
Ruby's smirk grew wider as she took the pencil from his hand.
"We add in Gravity Dust filaments to make the arm lighter and usable, then we…"
Though childish, her drawings showed very clearly hints of untapped potential.
"Take a page from your book and add in that sweet universal compatibility, this time, manually reloaded with Dust powder thanks to him having both arms functional…"
Francisco snickered at her comment.
"And add in two Dust-Fuelled pistons that will act as strength enhancers to arm and forearm movement…"
Their eyes shone with excitement at their new creation.
"And to finish it off, heavy armor plating for that extra protection and style!"
Their laughter could be heard through the entire academy campus.
"That's in theory, of course." He added
Ruby nodded. "I knew we'd get along."
Francisco simply smiled, proud of what they had accomplished.
"How will we call it?" Ruby asked, taking Francisco by surprise. "Well, he said he already had plans to name it himself, but you could give it a more technical name if you want."
Ruby quickly wrote down something on the paper, and Francisco stared blankly at it.
"What… What does it say?"
The girl paid no mind to his inability to read. "Total Strength Suite I" Francisco liked that name, nodding in approval.
After setting up the fabricator again, they could see how exactly their creation looked, and it did not disappoint. "It's a slim, right-handed power arm,"
Francisco smirked.
"Rather stylish as well, very compact form… Let's hope it doesn't explode in his face."
Ruby huffed satisfied. "Let's dial it back and talk about how it works in a more concise way."
She then zoomed in on the projection.
"It is a tight fit, being only two inches thick on the arm, forearm, and hand." She wrote that down, as Francisco stared stary-eyed at the contraption.
"The platting is made out of Fomorian Platting, used in the armor of most Atlesean armored vehicles, basically a heavy and hard piece of metal that has Gravity Dust fused into it."
Francisco kept on listening.
"There is a small capsule that needs to be changed every week or so, that serves as a power source for the whole thing to work and make the pistons go."
And finally, "To cap it off, there is a small cavity right below the armpit where you can feed it different kinds of Dust Powder to use as an extra enhancement."
She finished, stopping for a few seconds in order to breathe.
"Now we have the gun he requested," Francisco said, sounding as if he wasn't sure of what do to.
"That's the easy part, we can get a bit lazy," Ruby assured him, "There isn't a single single-handed pistol not perceived by the many huntsmans of remnant!"
Francisco let out a sigh, "He wanted a cylinder-based revolver, basically a big iron if you know what I mean. Big caliber, small barrel, special ammo, the whole package."
Ruby's smirk couldn't get wider. "Let's give him the M35 Mjolnir Cannon, used and created in the great war as an auxiliary weapon for the old mech designs of Atlas to take out the more armored Grimm, but now re-sized, re-purposed, and manufactured to be used by the masses with the right license."
Francisco nodded, perfectly understanding what Ruby hinted at. "However, let's add our own twist to it, shall we?"
Ruby's response was near instantaneous, but he could tell the girl was getting tired. "We could have it be a-"
Francisco was quick to silence her. "I know exactly what he wants, so hear me out."
The girl forced herself to calm down, curious about what he had to say.
"The City has a few laws regarding Ranged weapons, one of them stated that no bullet could pierce concrete or the wall of a building." Ruby listened, a bit shocked by that nonsensical rule, but still listened. "So, a way the folks used to bypass that rule, was to make a smart bullet, that self-destructed when it identified a wall."
A creative way to do it, sure, but why was that a thing? Why hinder the potential of a whole class of weapons? To what end? "We could have that principle, but make it actually work. How about explo-"
"You want explosive ammo." She finished his sentence for him.
"Yeah… Was it that obvious?" She let out a tired laugh, "Yeah… But it's going to be difficult since it's the actual ammo and not the gun that needs mods."
Since it's the ammo that needs modification, that means it must be custom-made, specifically for that weapon.
"It's tiresome to manufacture, but yeah, it's doable."
Francisco nodded, "A bullet that explodes on contact is good and all, but what he wants is a bullet that will explode after penetration. A complete one-eighty from what the City dictated."
Ruby smiled, "Yeah, that could work… Just put a timer of 0.05 on the Dust to activate after initial contact…" She said, already busy making it on the machinery.
"That only leaves us with the name of the ammo and we're finished!"
Francisco didn't have to think much in order to spew the name of the special bullet.
"Call it Roland Rounds, A.K.A Roland HE/AA Rounds."
Ruby was surprised by the quick response. "Is he someone you two know?"
Francisco simply nodded, "He's the best boss I've had in my life, yet, he was also the biggest pain in the ass to deal with whenever he had his…" Francisco's mind traveled elsewhere for a split second, "Issues." He cleared his throat to get back on topic, "So I thought it was fitting to name it after him."
Ruby nodded, and after a few minutes, they were done.
Francisco's Downpour and Bemaia's Reliquit Custodiam & Honestus Finis.
Ozpin had just been notified that his two, newly nominated students, just had their weapons fabricated and added to their list of equipment.
That meant that they were now ready for the real test, the real initiation at Beacon, the test that would solidify their place in this ever-lasting game of chess he was forced to play.
After the first-year classes were over, he did not waste a single breath and promptly called them in for a little 'talk'. After all, he had cleared his agenda for this moment, where the real first contact would be made.
The headmaster readied himself like never before. He had cleared his room to utmost perfection, he had made a script that he would initially follow when starting the conversation, he had a table of all possible outcomes for this single interaction and planned to make sure nothing went south.
"They may not be aware of it, but they may be the key to our future." Ozpin said to nobody in particular. "This could very well be my only chance of convincing them to fight for what is right." The headmaster considered his options.
All he knew about them was what the first-years reported to him, his brief interaction with them, and that they somehow managed to lose a limb.
This… Chaotic feeling that they produce, as if they didn't belong in Remnant, to him it felt as if even the Lamp couldn't have predicted their arrival.
They really were Ozpin's last hope, for he knew that his main enemy had already started to make their moves, and he had only speculation to work with.
He composed himself, filled his mug with the best coffee his political position could provide, and sat down in his clockwork chair resting his arms on its sides.
The elevator's doors opened revealing the two main culprits of Ozpin's insomnia, they were both garbed in black, neatly adorned suits, with their newly acquired equipment on their person. "Good afternoon, you two."
The two students didn't say anything, they just walked inside the room and immediately spotted two vacant chairs in front of Ozpin's table. "Please, take a seat, we have a lot to discuss."
They quickly obliged and sat on the chairs.
"I see that you two have already made yourselves acquainted with Beacon's faculties." he said, trying to make small talk with their equipment, but unfortunately, the two remained silent, waiting for the real talk.
Ozpin was no fool, he understood precisely what was transpiring before him. "Who told you of our little reunion?"
The two shared a single glance until Francisco opened his mouth to speak. "Peter Port."
The headmaster was not surprised in the slightest, it was a lot like Peter to warn his students of something of this magnitude. "Then you must already know the gravity of our meeting here, yes?"
The two former librarians nodded.
"Then I will be blunt with you two." He pressed a button on his scroll, the room grew darker as the windows were closed in reinforced metal around them, and the very atmosphere of the room seemed to shift suddenly as the cold air of the air conditioner made contact with their skin. "Team RWBY, whom you have already met, just left for their first mission as a team."
A hologram showing what seemed to be a map of a city appeared on top of the table. "Their mission, at first, is to exterminate the rising Grimm population of the abandoned city of Mountain Glenn."
Ozpin got up from his chair and made his way over to the side of the table.
"Team RWBY, however, is bound to find trouble there. It's in their nature to go beyond what is expected and find what was once hidden." The two nodded, acknowledging what the headmaster was saying.
"With that context in mind, it would be in my best interest that they return home, safe, and that's where you two come in to play."
"My enemies would like nothing less than to see them, well, dead. But they do not know of your very existence."
Bemaia did not want to waste any time on that tangent. "Enemies, Headmaster?" He inquired, but Ozpin was ready for that.
"Yes, someone of my status is bound to make a few ill-mannered individuals want nothing but my downfall."
But the former Fixer would not let that opportunity pass. "And pray-tell, what is stopping us from contacting that enemy of yours? Not that I wish to imply that we would do so, I'm just stating the possibilities, of course."
Ozpin sighed, already knowing what road this conversation was heading, and there was little he could do to sway its path. "You two will be handsomely compensated, of course, but going back to what I said when we first met, I wish for you two to battle against the dark."
Francisco scoffed at that comment. "You cannot be serious Headmaster. Battling the dark? What dark is there? Those you call your enemies? If that's the case, I guarantee that they label you the bad guy as well."
Ozpin took a deep breath, he needed to remain level-headed if he wanted to get somewhere.
"We are called the protectors of humanity for a reason, Mister Dumont." He needed to do something, anything that made them fight for what was right and not the money behind it…
"Say, we accept this mission of yours, we keep the girls safe and everyone is okay by the end of it, what will you do then? Make us fight against something or someone we don't know or even understand?" Bemaia said, trying to find a middle ground.
"By then, I will give you two a choice. Complete your course to be huntsmen per the contract we signed, then you're free to live your life as you two see fit," Bemaia almost forgot about that, they still had to pay him for the help he lent, "or you two can lend me your strength, to protect humanity, and actively act on that notion."
Francisco remained silent alongside Bemaia. "We will go, and do this mission, we will ensure Team RWBY's safety and for that, you can be assured, however, I'll tell you this Headmaster," Francisco got up from the chair as his partner remained still, deep in thought.
"If this, 'dark' you talk soo much about, ends up being some corporate bullshit greed, I will have your head."
Ozpin sighed in relief. "I assure you that my enemies are made, not thanks to my own beliefs, but something that plagued this world since its creation."
Now, that took Francisco by surprise, but he repressed that notion.
It was Bemaia's turn to talk, he was one to deal with the details after all. "What are we expecting to encounter there?"
Ozpin pressed a button on his scroll, changing the hologram as if it was a PowerPoint presentation, now taking the form of a bestial creature, "If all goes south, only Grimm, but they are not your main concern, Team RWBY is more than capable of dealing with them." that was promptly ignored as the hologram shifted once again. "You will be dealing with members of the White Fang, the vast majority of them are Faunus, so beware of their strengths."
The hologram showed a person wearing the standard White Fang uniform. Black overalls with a white mask and a white shirt to put it bluntly, not forgetting the logo of the White Fang on the middle painted in bright red.
"How are we supposed to deal with them?" Bemaia innocently asked.
"Whatever way you deem necessary to secure the girls' safety."
The two nodded.
"Additionally, I need you to extract everything they plan on doing to Vale, since we have a suspicion that they are planning something against this kingdom, and I need to know what exactly."
They both nodded, as adrenalin already surged in their veins.
"RWBY will be in the presence of a Professor, obey every order that he may give you."
They simply nodded once again.
"And one final warning," Ozpin turned off the hologram. "We have a suspicion of a Behemoth-Class Grimm inhabiting the mission zone, and for your safety, do not approach it."
Whatever that meant, Bemaia understood that it couldn't be good.
"If it becomes active, do not let it near the kingdom."
The sun shone through the tower's windows once again, brightening the dark room once again.
"We will deal with it, with the City's mentality, Headmaster."