Author's Note:
So... I'm back with a new chapter. I've been working on this one for a while now and am anywhere from midway to one third of the way through with chapter six. Now a heads up the next two chapters will start skipping ahead a bit, then there will be several short sub chapters/Interludes of the calmer moments in between chapters. There will be probably be two or three for each chapter more or less. Past chapter six there should be a few main chapters more before reaching the minimum age for entering Beacon.
Anyways... I hope you follow and please review. I don't own any of Roosterteeth's creations... moving on!
Chapter Five: Meeting the The Puppet-maker, a Beacon student, and Puberty
Wow… My face got kind of messed up by that damn Grimm.
I was staring blatantly at the mirror, grasping the scar on my lower left cheek, a dark red burn mark left behind by the fuel air explosion I had created with my combustion alchemy. The skin there was still a little leathery as well as sensitive, and I winced when my fingers grazed it.
Guess my beautiful face got marred a bit, but it's not too noticeable though. Luckily it didn't scar too bad, it should be nothing more than some slight discoloration in a few months. The burn scars on my arms aren't too bad either, just some permanent red marks. The doctor told me I was lucky to be alive, that if I had been even a few inches closer I would have either died or been permanently crippled or disfigured.
It made me shiver just thinking about how many times I must have come close to death again… But that didn't matter in comparison to what Umber must be suffering after I f— her dad died.
It had taken… How long did it take?
About two weeks for her to be mentally and emotionally stable enough to seem normal. I honestly thought she would give up on becoming a Huntress, but her father's death only seemed to strengthen her resolve.
I actually admired her for bouncing back so quickly, which was why I was following her lead on this. No half-baked Grimm would make me back down.
Which was why I… Br—err Summer Flamel Rose, scientist extraordinaire.
AM—
"Are you sure this is safe Summer?" I gave my blond haired cutie of a friend a glare from the corner of my eye as I placed my fully built rocket into a vertical orientation. All the time after I had been cleared to leave the hospital was spent building the final configuration of my four-pound rocket engine. Two hundred and fifty pounds of thrust, reaching up to 17000 feet into the air…
Ready to launch today…
"Yes definitely safe, no chance of a major injury from our our… little test flight." I rubbed my hands together despite Tai's nervous expression. I wasn't going to stop there, feeling a small cackle escape my lips. No one was going to stop me from my dreams of reaching orbit! I just need a bigger rocket, maybe I'll try liquid methane and oxygen next time ala SpaceX and Blue Origin. I had managed to get permission from Ozpin for launch. I didn't want the authorities to have any issues with shooting a rocket 6000 meters into the air.
"So we're ready to go right?" Umber broke in with her finger on the launch button, ready to send off our rocket into a cloud or two. Our little rocket was equipped with a small parachute, a newly built Lithium Iron Phosphate battery using some rusty iron, a couple of old pills, and some manure.
It took a couple dozen tries to stop it from blowing up despite being the most stable rechargeable Lithium ion battery known. But stability is not a substitute for quality, which is why I love my bullshit semblance. Using Structural Analysis to figure out what went wrong and what I needed to adjust in the transmutation. You have no God damn idea how hard it is to get a Lithium battery right. And this was with the stable and cheap material cost of Lifepo4.
"Stand back please." I hid behind a blast shield in case things went terribly wrong, I don't want to be in the middle of an unscheduled disassembly. No supersonic shrapnel for me thank you very much.
I placed on a pair of super cool as well as very well reinforced sunglasses, as the engine rumbled with its hydrocarbon fuel and liquid oxygen oxidizer. I waited anxiously wiggling on my seat as my childish energy rose to the surface once more. But I didn't mind at all, this was a small fucking rocket and I felt proud that we had made it this far.
"3,2,1 Lift Off!" Both Umber and Taiyang shot out from their chairs shouting loudly for everyone to see and hear. The rocket shot off like a… Well a rocket screaming through the sky and becoming a smaller and quieter dot with each each second that passed. I felt my grin widen from ear to ear, and my legs moved back and forth on my chair feeling happy for once.
I waited for around 30 seconds waiting for the alert to ring to tell us that the parachute had deployed. A greater amount of time for an alert gave me a sense of urgency that made my legs shake with anticipation.
Fortunately the alert was only a little late and Gilda was the one to retrieve it since it was going to land near the woods. Close to a half hour later and trudging up from the woods was my rocket towed by Gilda who was wearing a happy and proud expression. I scampered up to her with a small but genuine grin on my face.
"Hi!" Her expression lit up at my enthusiastic greeting and I out of spontaneity formed my hands into a heart shape. Her lips lifted up into a loving smile and she gently placed down the rocket. I leaped into her arms, and Gilda let out an "oomph!" as I collided with her body.
She looked rather amused at my unrest and gave me a quick nuzzle on the nose. I might have been a little too old for that at eleven but… I didn't really care at this point. "You seem rather excitable today Summer, in fact it's quite out of character for you." I gave her a light shrug not disagreeing with her in the slightest. I was in a particular good mood today and it was unlikely that anything could ruin it.
Taiyang had a disturbed look on his head and clicked his tongue in thought. "Yeah it's really creepy." Umber nodded with a serious expression her ears flopping up and down with her head movements. I gave the both of them a betrayed look and my face further soured at the ever-smirkier smirk on Glynda's.
"Yes it is quite odd little sister, quite odd indeed." My sister rubbed her chin suspiciously, her eyes narrowed in thought. I felt a spike of anger and tried to swat her with my left hand. She sidestepped the attack and I felt straight on my face and into an inconspicuous pile of mud. The blonde girl gasped and marched over to me; fussing over the recently made simple black dress they had gotten me three days ago. She cleaned me up with her telekinesis, which was about when the volcano exploded.
"What the hell Glynda!? Why would you—!" I cut myself off trying to keep my fingers explosive temper in check. I felt a confusing mess of anger, annoyance, and something else. I didn't know how to describe it, almost like I was—
OWWW!
A strong ache piled up in my lower stomach and I pressed my thighs together. My confusion only skyrocketing. There was also a weak scent of blood and—
No…
No no…
Don't you dare…!
Oh God this is mortifying. How could I forget that I'm a girl and girls go through things like… this even if only some of the time. I stiffly and awkwardly asked Glynda to come closer whispering so Taiyang couldn't hear. I groaned as another smirk formed on the surprisingly mischievous golden girl.
"I guess you could say…" Glynda had an infuriating shit eating smile I wanted to wipe off with my fists. "You're going through a rough…period of your life." Glynda ended the terrible pun with jazz hands and I was mulling over whether to strangle her or commend her for that terrible, terrible pun. Before she could continue my torment I already figured out the perfect retort.
"Don't think I won't tell mom about what you do with that thing hidden under your dra—mmm" Glynda turned absolutely scarlet and I knew I hit the jackpot on embarrassing secrets.
"Okay okay I'll stop!"
"Well then help me!"
Time started to pass a little faster since that fateful day as we grew ever closer to a future that will never be as it once was.
So…it's been a while since we last talked…whoever may be listening. I know how these stories usually go…so, plus an internal log of my thoughts is necessary. Having a near photographic memory is rather helpful in that endeavour.
Anyway, lots has been going on since then. Only a few short weeks away from being 13 and a few weeks after that before I enter Signal. So I'll be about 13 and one month when I get into the Combat school… the same applies for Taiyang and Umber.
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It's… been difficult to adjust after the Grimm attack and it's left me rather jittery at times. There are still times I think about that day, as well as the night terrors that interrupt my sleep. But outside of that adjusting to going through female puberty once again had actually been the most difficult event for me.
Frankly… puberty sucks balls… Especially with how stupid and borderline moronic every boy other than Tai in this school seems to be, and is one of the reasons I don't wear skirts to that school anymore. Other than skirts just not being my style of course, too short for my own state. I'm okay with dresses though, I've found them surprisingly comfortable and I look great in them. But, I usually wear long shorts and any kind of loose fitting t shirt. Usually of a black, red or white color as well.
As to what I was up to right now… I was working on my little railgun project as well as a greater rocket project right now. Mainly the rails welding shut on a fairly consistent basis. I theorize that it needs an injector to get the projectile to an initial velocity before the acceleration from the rails begins. Too much current to accelerate the round from 0 to over a kilometer per second.
So I've added an Air Dust based gas gun, which turned out to be a very common propellant among the natives because it's a little more efficient than the indirect propulsion of an explosion. So the railgun I'm building will be more a hybrid gun of sorts, with an Air Dust barrel that will accelerate a round to 1000 meters per second. Another change was in the rail material to a better Copper alloy that's been treated with Dust to become superconductive at room temperature. Total bullshit but who am I to deny myself the wonderful gifts of Remnant technology. Which is why I hope they figure out how to work on the technology off planet, because frankly their tech is better. They just need some small adjustments to be even better, and I think I might be able to help.
"So…" I felt my eyebrows twitch as Taiyang found a position on my left as I learned my arms against the desk where my project lay. He had been acting rather… odd you could say using me as "test dummy"
"What's cooking good looking." He snapped his fingers ending his little something with finger guns pointed at me. I flicked him on the nose making him yelp and lean a few inches back. I shook my head at him and he pouted dejectedly at my painful response.
"Too cheesy… They might just think you're a dork but if they're the type then maybe. Still don't why you're asking me… I might be a girl but I'm not a reliable source of information on what they think."
Taiyang had started to develop an interest in girls and had started to flirt with me to see what I thought. The dork thought I would know what to tell him… He was wrong of course, the only advice I could give him was to be himself, don't try to be fake etc etc. Present your best side sure… But if you date someone you should be willing to show the side of you that is more… vulnerable or imperfect. Deceiving someone and making them think you're someone you're not will tend to end… poorly.
"Also, let me get back to my work dork, I need to get this done." He nodded and moved away from my desk, practicing a specialized form of Air Alchemy to form sonic shockwaves.
He had discovered his semblance when those Grimm had separated us. He had the power to generate a fiery glowing sonic roar capable of mass amounts of damage, at least comparable to a Hunter's firearm if not even more powerful. He's called it Lion's Roar but I've had fun with calling him Dovahkiin, and the confused face he makes when I call him that is priceless.
Okay the rails are done; I've got the Lightning Dust in the right spot, the Wind Dust too. So the prototype is essentially complete, it's of moderate size as well. The total barrel length is about 24 inches shared evenly between the two sections of the gun. The special round I've made for the gun is a tungsten alloy core with an aluminum alloy armature. With the current upgraded components the round should reach about 3000 or even 4000 meters per second.
Hmm…let's see here with some analysis, okay need to add three screws here…don't want the rails to fly apart. Ooo…there's a tiny imperceptible Crack in the copper here, let's… Fix that with some Earth alchemy.
Careful with analysing that Dust, don't want a headache now…
For whatever strange reason, attempting to use my semblance on Dust gives me a raging migraine. I can use my semblance on it, but for now at least it's limited to checking for minor structural imperfections or what kind of Dust it was, as well as the mixture ratio. But I believe it's time to start the test for this magnificent weapon/scientific tool of mine.
Hmm…I wonder what would happen if I smashed two pieces of Dust at near the speed of light.
Heh, heh, heh…time for mass acceleration!
BOOM!
"Fuck yeah…" I couldn't help but celebrate under my breath as the 10 gram projectile left a blazing trail of plasma impacting on a weak Energy Dust based shield.
Oh yeah… I also learned a fair bit of the various types of Dust as well. Energy Dust as an example is a combination of two different Dust mixes. Thunder(plasma) dust which when it is used the crystalline material will generate clouds of high energy gas and is made from Blitz(Lightning) and Breeze(Air) Dust. This makes up the majority of the material, while the other 5% to 30% is Gravity(Crush) Dust made of Blitz and Block(Earth) Dust.
For whatever reason a combination of those dusts creates a hyper dense power source with energy density intermediate between nuclear fusion and fission depending on the amount of Gravity Dust used. It can be used in at least two different ways, either as an energy shield ala Halo or as a power source. The properties of Gravity make it so the plasma forms a solid light barrier of sorts. Or it can be detonated into a powerful explosion of plasma and electricity.
Now it isn't uncommon for Thunder Dust to have some gravity Dust mixed in so they can be used like missiles. A lot like Covenant plasma weapons in fact…
I'm actually really thankful for what I've managed to learn once Umber and I joined the school engineering club. There's really a lot to learn there, and being hands on with Remnant technology has helped a lot even if I didn't originally want to go. I have to thank Gilda for that, having some friends is better than having none. I was never very confident with joining any of the combat-sports teams but the engineering competitions were…fun.
Though I suspect that may be one reason why I'm rather lacking in skill in comparison to either of my friends. But even then private spars with them are oddly fun and fulfilling even if I don't win. I haven't managed to best any of them but I'm getting close I'm sure. I still need to figure out my fighting style. It's definitely not anywhere up close though, I don't like getting within more than five feet of another person if I don't have to.
Fight from long distances and a railgun huh…
"Salutations my friend! A positively fascinating design. Did you build this?" I was startled out my musing as a red headed scientist took Taiyang's former seat.
Right… I had forgotten that Mom had a guest from Atlas, some young scientist whose started making waves in the community. He was a young Dr. Light esque looking fellow. The taller male was a bit dark skinned and a little chubby but there was a hint of some level of power within him so there was no reason to count him out just yet.
Besides that he was a man of average height, with a wide nose and very kind looking eyes that were currently filled to the brim with curiosity. I was similarly curious on who he was but didn't really care too much to ask at the time, but that didn't mean I wouldn't answer him.
"An electromagnetically propelled gun. It functions by injecting a massive amount of electricity into the rails turning them into electromagnets. The two rails proceed to form an electric circuit with the conductive armature that serves as the sabot for the actual round. The generated magnetic fields will push out the round at huge velocities with enough voltage and current." The man nodded respectively and he looked approving of other things I had tinkered with.
A very simple wheeled robot I had copied from some old files… A quaint little thing really just two floors of plastic where the components on the machine sat. Some outdated electronics from ten years ago and a small alchemically created Lithium-ion battery. It was basically an arduino robot where I had simply followed the instructions that could be followed. Main issue was the software though since they didn't have C+ in this universe.
The funny thing was…their programming is actually total shit, decades behind us in some aspects. Overly bloated software, poor search engine, no social media but that last one might be a plus instead of a negative. They've pretty much done everything through pure brute force and willpower and their software hasn't quite kept up with them. Basically a lot like back on earth but multiplied…at least for now.
But frankly the only thing they need is the use of deep learning and they should be fine. I pointed him to his object of curiosity realizing I had paused too long. "It's a very simple robotic machine that can find its way indoors with some simple process programming. It's kind of bad at it though…" I still remembered the time it ended up tripping Taiyang. Having someone like 30 pounds heavier fall on top of you is rather painful. Still guess it was better than all the aches I've been feeling lately… goddamn growth spurt, I didn't think I would be annoyed with growing four inches but I am…
GAHH!
I stuttered as the doctor turned me over to shake my hand vigorously, engulfing my small hand into his large ones. He was being rather enthusiastic a-about meeting me!
"It is nice to meet a young lady interested in science and engineering! I hope you continue with your interests in the future!" I nodded with a hint of hesitation and he let his hand go. "And what is that?" I tilted my head to my more recent rocket design and some notes I had written on a few theories of mine. I pretty much was just stealing some of SpaceX's early rocket revisions and replicating some of their technology.
"Oh that is a design for a turbo pump as well as some notes on some stuff…" I felt my hands turn clammy feeling strangely anxious to see what he thought. Though admittingly the turbo pump had actually been built by Umber, she had a better eye for this kind of stuff, with my semblance the only reason I edge out above her. The funny thing is that she commonly uses me as a set of talking lab equipment for obvious reasons.
"Hmm what are those notes about?" I let him grab the messy set of legible scribbles curious on what he would think. He hummed and there was a spark of an idea within his eyes as he read the title. I scooted over so I could lean over his shoulder which I could now just reach with my height of five feet and half.
"Hmm… What an odd hypothesis you have made? Can you explain it for me? While I can read this on my own, I would like to know the thought process on coming up with it." I nodded and gestured for the paper, knowing it would help with jogging my memory. The scientist nodded and I held the notes tight…
"Of course now let's see here… Ahh my hypothesis on the Non Functionality of Aura in Space. Well it all started when I read some old studies on the failed Atlas space program and the experiments performed."
"Of course and with your basic knowledge of this 'Chemistry' based rocketry you wanted to learn more about the Dust based form." I gave him a small smile in response. Whoever he was, he was a nice guy really, willing to listen to a kids inane rambling.
"Pretty much… My first thought was that Dust might need an atmosphere to function much like a fuel needs an oxidizer to work in space. The studies informed me that had already been attempted and failed. So I came up with a different idea… based on some studies on how Dust power fades with altitude. It made me think that perhaps there's some kind of energy that allows Dust to work."
His eyes widened as he glanced at a crude picture, a stick figure surrounded by aura and a mostly accurate depiction of Remnant with a similar field, growing progressively weaker indicated by lines until becoming non existent at around 114 kilometers.
"You believe the key could be aura itself? Well there have been some rumors…" He trailed off muttering excitedly to himself. My eye widened and I scooted over eager to hear about any possible Atlas rumors. The young man seemed almost nervous though a brief smile from me seemed to calm his nerves.
"Ah…yes there were apparently some experiments on using aura to activate Dust to see if anything could happen. The reports are long since gone, though I found some sections that indicate a larger quantity of aura would be enough to keep Dust functional."
Oh my God yes! That would be… But why do I hear a but?
"But before there was any further experimentation their funding was cut and all the regained budget was placed into the CCT network project." Goddammit… Without that report I don't have a clue on where to even begin. The doctor looked equally disappointed and leaned against the chair.
"So besides that depressing information is there anything else you can tell me about this theory of yours."
I gave him a nod. "Not too much, mainly I want to ask…do some Hunter weapons still have aura even without their users nearby?". Because if they did it would make things much easier.
"I…yes actually but why—oh my. That would be a breakthrough, are you thinking of creating an aura battery or field generator of some sorts." I shrugged; I didn't have the right background to make a marvel like that. The pudgy professor muttered under his breath with a mild excitement until a call interrupted us. He moved away to have a more private conversation.
"Hmm…yes excellent this will be…" The rest became unintelligible and I clicked my heels together waiting patiently for him to finish his scroll call. A minute after the Atlesian hung up, and turned back to me with a smile.
"It has been nice meeting you child I…" I gestured to a book before he could say anything else. I wasn't sure whether or not this whim of mine was a good idea, but my gut was telling me this would end well. I passed on a book on Neural Networks and a book on Rocketry. He looked touched by the gesture and thanked me with a small bow of his head.
Not like he was the first to get a translated book. Ozpin and I had been gradually translating the digitally stored texts onto paper and publishing them under an anonymous name. I feel like I should feel bad for stealing the works of others but I don't. There'd so much good that could be done with our combined knowledge.
"Thank you for the gift young lady." Again no need to thank me for this, I have like ten other copies. My grin dropped as he turned around to leave and I managed to stop him just short of the exit.
"H-Hey I never got your name mister." He stopped and opened the door taking as jungle step outside. The older man tilted his eye to face me and his grin widened immensely, it's shine practically blinding.
"My name is Geppetto Polendina." I felt my mind scramble back at the name, but the friendly young adult didn't seem to notice. I mumbled my name back and he waved goodbye shutting the door and leaving me all alone.
…
…
So…that just happened…
Did I just help Penny exist by accident?
Well… "Ahhh." A yawn was released and I felt a wave of tiredness come on.
Oh who cares I need a nap…
This has been a really weird day…
"I guess…this is it then?"
Glynda and I were now at an impasse, there was only another two weeks before she would finally go off to Beacon. The aforementioned Huntress trainee gave me an almost sad if accepting smile. I was happy for her…she had gotten her application accepted, and passed her entry test. A mix of physical combat and showing off of their skills. Much like that one fanfiction…Calamity something…
But…it would be awfully empty without her around to take care of things. Oh God I'm going to have to cook my own food don't I? Letting Gilda cook would definitely lead to food poisoning. If I'm going to get killed it won't be by food poisoning of all things.
I was snapped out my thoughts when an amused Glynda wracked her knuckles against my forehead.
"I'll be fine you little troublemaker. You're a real thorn in my side you know." I snorted, wondering how she became the hardass deputy of Professor Ozpin.
"Yeah, yeah I know, Professor." I noticed a twitch from her eyebrow and smirked. For whatever reason she seemed to like me calling her that. Maybe it reminded her of Gilda and she either liked it or didn't. "Now, how am I going to not starve? You and I both know the Golden women in the other room can't cook for Jack shit."
Her lips twitched into a brief smile at my statement and gave me a pat on the head. "I suppose you'll have to cook for yourself now little sister."
"I hate you…" I slumped into a chair and and took in the details of the room. We had actually been allowed to visit Beacon for a while. But right now we were waiting for Ozpin to actually show up. It was an office much like Ozpin's if less luxurious and smaller, with severa ahem…phallic chairs evenly set apart. There was a bookshelf on my left, and I took out a book from it.
"I…I'm happy for you…it's…I'm going to miss you." I yelped as the blonde girl picked me and I felt heat flow into my cheeks as she trapped me between her…sizable assets. I struggled out of her hold until I could breath, placing my chin in the crook of her neck.
"I'll miss you too…" Hard to pay attention to such a heart(chest)full reply while drowning in…mammary glands.
"Why did you have to almost kill me to say that." There was momentary lapse in her facial language, befuddlement in her eyes. Her eyes peered downward and her eyebrows snapped together, a hot blush on her face.
"Oh gods I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to…why are you still staring at my chest." I didn't meet her eye, not having a word to say. This time it was my turn to be confused as a wide smirk appeared on her face.
"~Ohh I know what's going on~" and I don't like that look on your face Witch. Glynda put me down, and I defensively hugged the book to my stomach, still unsure of where she was going with this.
The girl gave me a knowing smile and poked my forehead. You're jealous!"
"What?" She didn't waver for even a moment and just kept talking!
"I remember having the same issues when I was your age you know." I cringed as I hoped to God, Oum, and the brothers…just someone to make her stop before she reached the point of no return.
Wait…I know exactly what to do!
SNAP!
"MHHMP!" I created a clean metal plate and placed it over Glynda's mouth keeping any such content away from my ears, too much information for me to know. She pushed me off removing the obstruction from her mouth with a twitching vein nearly popping out.
Before she could say anything I decided to clarify. "That was not why I was blushing you crazy witch!"
An awkward silence followed and I sat on my chair scratching my head with my left hand. I used my right to run it through my silky soft bangs, and despite the embarrassing situation. Fond memories of our time together still rose to the surface regardless.
I felt a little mirth, remembering that the only reason my hair was as clean as it was, was due to Glynda's intervention. Being that I was male…and an unkempt one at that, maintaining my condition wasn't exactly a well-polished skill. The second she had the chance; she sat me down teaching me all the basic necessity. She and mom didn't push me too far thankfully, there are certain aspects of girls I'm not interested in.
Makeup mostly, but thankfully neither of them actually applied much if any makeup at all. Aura has some rather interesting effects on the human body…less health issues, longer lifespan…
If you weren't killed by a Grimm I mean. I tilted my head as a muffled conversation took place just outside our door.
"I guess this is goodbye at least for now." Glynda grabbed my wrists at my statement
"Come on you'll see me during break remember?" I nodded and focused my eyes on the door. "Just once I go…you still have all your chores to do."
Dammit Glynda!
"Remember to brush your teeth three times day, a daily 10 minute shower. You're the new cook around the house so be prepared!" The moment was gone sis. "Brush your hair, use the cleaning products I've shown you. Remember to put on your pa—"
And I'm tuning you out, bye bye big sister. Sheesh… She's a rather bossy little lady isn't she? Hmm…noticed based on their voices that Ozpin wasn't there, only an unknown voice of whoever teaches at this school.
I tapped into my semblance curious to see if I could extend my range to them.
…
Nope only 6.5 meters…damn but getting better still. I know I haven't reached the bottom of what this semblance can do. But give it time; I've got another four years before I have to worry about that anyway. Now the real question I have right now.
Where is our little wizard of Oz?
Footsteps echoed in a cavern deep below the school that had trained the protectors of mankind for over fifty years. The tap of a cane could be heard as well as a certain dark haired Headmaster walked through the empty halls of the cavern. The ancient wizard's eyes gleamed as he stopped short of a large door. He pressed his hands against the door with familiarity but left the heavy entrance alone. He let out a breath as the heavy pressure of ancient magic wafted from inside the sealed room. He turned away from the gateway and tapp his cane in an almost impatient fashion.
Ozpin had nothing to do in this room, only taking a stroll to this long forgotten place out of a mere whim. The man sighed as the toll of overwork finally demanded its payment. The Headmaster had been working nearly non stop since he had found the strange Silver Eyes child and those books containing knowledge long lost to even him.
'That child is odd…but I can tell that she simply wants to help others if in her own way.' He smiled lightly, glad that he had found the child when he did, he didn't want to think about what would have happened if he failed. He felt the weight of what the young girl called an "Array Book" a text that illustrated dozens of arrays explaining what each did and what their symbols meant.
"Well it seems we will be living in interesting times Miss Rose. But… I still wonder where your parents derived that secret knowledge? How did they know what was coming to the mountain?" Ozpin shook his head, quietly scanning a letter from Doctor Polendina asking if he knew anything about the long defunct Atlesian space Program.
The cavern twinkled with an unnatural rainbow light and the wizard gave off a hearty chuckle.
"I truly hope that this new path is the right one…"
Author's Note:
I hope the sections involving female...biology weren't too weird. I doubt there will be much mention of it for now likely due to Summer's own discomfort and general awkwardness. It helps that Remnant seems to lack a lot of the biases that plague Earth humanity.