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Mission Control
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Something has been bothering Mission Control. The Lagrange Observation Satellite has been sending almost no new information regarding the planet. Not to be fazed, the entire team decided to keep the satellite up there for any new development. At the same time, they urged the Conquistador I to be launched ASAP, as the probe would gain far greater information, being a lot closer to the planet.

"Well, what do you know. Guess we have to speed up our efforts," one person said.

"I'll agree to that," said another. "Conquistador I would expand our reach, and we would become a step closer to becoming a Type I civilization."

"Ah, bollocks. Well..."

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Bell Residence
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"Jonathan, come on! I can't wait around here all day. We have to go to that gala we were invited to!"

"Just a moment, sis. You can't possibly be that excited."

The Bells were invited to a little party where everyone in the space community gather around to share each other's information, and to have some fun. In the last possible hour, the Bells were given the invitation letters. Kelly, being the usual young 19 year old, gets so excited that she shatters glasses within 10 meters of her with only her voice. Quite interesting, considering she does so without amplifiers.

Jonathan had most of his childhood living with the walking noise machine for a while, as practically nothing could keep her calm. In fact, he lived with earplugs dangling on his neck as a pendant for the past 14 years. He still wears them to this day.

"Come on, hurry up!"

"Alright, alright, I am out," he said as he opened the door. He wore a nice flat-toned tuxedo with a red handkerchief on the jacket pocket instead of white.

"Wow, you look strikingly handsome."

"Uhh, really? At this time? We better hurry, get to the rooftop to our vehicle."

"Okie." She dashed across the house, finally finding the stairs to the roof in an quick minute (she doesn't go to the roof that much, and the stairway is hidden-ish), and stopped by the door, remembering that Jonathan had the keys. Jonathan quickly followed her, opening the craft's canopy. They both boarded their personal craft, lifted off, and sped to the direction of the venue.

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National Event Hall
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By the time they arrived, they were right on time.

"Well. I don't believe it! We actually got on time!" said Kelly. Normally, she was always early.

"What is the problem?"

"Nothing! Watcha talking about? Let's head inside!"

They entered the building. It was elegant, inside, with wonderfully decorated walls and a few bright chandeliers and glitter streamers to boot.

"Wow! This. Is. So. BEAUTIFUL!"

"Yeah. It is."

"Then, let's get ourselves a seat."

They got the last two seats in the room as the party began to start.

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Summer Rose and Jennie Gordon
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Summer has finally calmed down. Earlier, Summer had woken up to see Jennie cooking up pancakes for breakfast.

"Hey Summer, I was given 2 weeks off, so I have more time to stay with you, help you, and more. So, pancakes?"

"Jennie."

"Yes?"

"Am I... real?"

Taken aback by the sudden question, but half-expecting it, she answered.

"Of course you are real. What made you think that?"

"Apparently, I am a fictional character in this world."

"Clearly, that was before you happened to appear here. Now, you are a real as the sun and moon."

"Really?"

"Why do you think I can talk with you, interact with you?"

Summer was finally free of that burning question. She then wanted to explore more of Earth, but Jennie stopped her in her tracks.

"As much as I understand you like to explore, I am afraid you can't go out looking like that."

"Wh-why not?"

"They might think you are some crazy cosplayer who believes she is a character too much. So, I would recommend I do some fixing up."

"What will you do?"

"Well, it would be a surprise."

In a short time, Jennie got some auburn hair dye, green contact lenses, and a change of clothes.

"Wow, this is.. uh.. too much."

"This isn't even half the story. I have a friend that took a lot of convincing to give you a fake identity, all with a fake bio, fake diploma, and stuff like that."

"Cool, if that is the case. What is my new Earth name?"

"Uhh, that would be Anita Brown."

"Jennie?"

"Yea?"

"I like it!"

"Glad you do. Now for the transformation. Now, only he and I know you are Summer Rose, so you best keep it a secret as much as possible, okay."

"Okay."

"Let's begin!"

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"Wow, I look so... different! Like a completely different person."

"Yep. This would be your identity for your stay here. Maybe if you're lucky, I might get you a one-way trip to Remnant in the future."

"That's awesome too."

"Come on. Let's get some fresh air."

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Summer Rose, now Anita Brown
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For the next few days, Summer had had trouble maintaining her identity. She would often trip or stutter trying to say 'Anita'. She'd also often forget her Earth identity name, and accidentally say 'Summer' or 'Summer Rose'. Of course, she eventually go the hang of it.

"Wow, it feels so weird being a different person," Summer, now Anita, said.

"Yea, I agree. Except for you, no one else knows your true identity, so it should be easier."

"Hmm... Do you think I could try to apply for Lockheed Martin?"

"Oh, that... you need to have a background for aeronautical or aerospace engineering. But I might try."

"Oh...okay."

"How about a tour, for when I get back from vacation."

"That'd be great!"

"I'm sure you would like it, 'Anita'."

"Yeah," 'Anita' said, laughing a bit.

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The Bells
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"Kelly, I told a lot of times to keep by me. You won't like it if something happens to you."

"Aw, what are you talking about?"

"Kelly, you cannot just—augh run away..."

Kelly ran towards a girl with auburn hair, introduced herself, and asked for her name.

"Uh, Kelly, isn't that a bit much? I am Anita, by the way"

"Kelly!" Jonathan stopped beside her. "You don't just run away like that, especially with people like this."

"Aww, but Anita looks such a nice girl."

"You can't always trust people."

"Uhh, what is your name, sir?" 'Anita' said.

"Jonathan. Have I met you before?"

"No."

"You sound like that Summer Rose I met yesterday."

"That's silly. Well, I better get going. Kelly here should be kept in sight, in my opinion."

"Yea, I agree. Bye, then, Anita."

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NASA
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The Bells and a few extra people are in a constrained time schedule. They had to decide on the closest-to-perfect mission plan for Columbia.

"So, everyone," someone said, "which rocket do you think would suit the mission best?"

"Well, we have the Atlas V and the Delta Heavy," another said. "We don't really have much of a choice."

"Yeah, I know. Well, let's put up a vote. Those in favor of the Delta Heavy, raise your hands."

4 people raised their hands.

"Those in favor of Atlas V."

5 people raised their hands, with Jonathan and Kelly.

"Well, I guess we have our rocket. Now, how do you plan out his mission, for the final time. What is said here will be fixed, and cannot be changed afterward."

"Hmm," one said, "maybe a single launch, but with a third stage. That way, we would save time and money by doing it all in one launch."

"Well, I like that, but it is a bit too tough for the Atlas in my opinion," another said. "I propose two launches, one to launch the satellite, and another to launch a tug to bring it to the planet. That way, we could make it so that Conquistador I could have some extra equipment."

"Well, those are two nice suggestions, but it will take a long while to choose the better here. We will pick which to do internally."

"That would be great," Kelly said. "Next subject?"

"You have?"

"Uhh, no."

"Then this mini-conference is dismissed. You may go."

Everyone but Jonathan left the room.

"Yes, Jonathan?"

"Well, I was wondering, will the trip to Lagrange be safe?"

"I do hope so. Mission Planning made sure to leave a note for 8 months worth of food and water, with some entertainment."

"Well, that is reassuring. I'd be leaving now."

"You may go."

Jonathan went through the door, remembering to close it behind him.

"Hmm, something feels odd about this. Maybe it's just me."

He continued to walk through the facility, entering the offices, and waiting there. Suddenly, he heard a deep, dull boom outside. He dashed as quickly as he can to the source, only to find someone had set off a firecracker in the lab for some reason.

"Seriously guys? I thought there was an attack!" Jonathan told the lab researchers.

"Well, if it wasn't for Job here, we wouldn't have alarmed you, and everyone else nearby." one said.

"What are you talking about?" Job exclaimed.

"Why did you even bring in a firecracker here?"

"Ugh, I was trying an experiment to find a material to dullen the explosive shockwave."

"What is the point of that? Don't we have enough explosion analogues here?"

They continued arguing as Jonathan left, annoyed. He decided to exit the facility for some fresh air. He walked a few to a nice open area to sit for a while. He was minding his own business when something caught his eye. It was the blonde Anita from last night. He walked up to her.

"Anita?"

"Who? Oh, hi, Jonathan."

"What brings you here?"

"Well, I was going to go to a store to buy a scr— ah, I mean, phone."

"Why? Don't you own one?"

"Well, it kinda got stolen... shame to me."

"Oh, I am sorry for that."

"Don't be. Well I gotta rush. I am to be meeting up with a friend soon."

"Yeah, safe travels."

"Bye."

Jonathan decided to head back to NASA.

"Is it just me, or is this Anita that Summer Rose in disguise? She tripped when she was trying to say phone and nearly said scroll. I should dig deep into this some time."

When he entered the facility, there was the smell of smoke.

"Disaster again?! Really?"

He followed the smell until he had found the source. Someone had managed to make something that smells like wood smoke.

"For fuck's sake, what was that for?"

"This compound? New stuff that could've helped the police drive out criminals, did a dry run here."

"Wait a minute, you NASA?"

"No, US Military Police"

"Wha— nevermind, please leave."

"Sure, as you say."

The man left. Jonathan went back to his spot in the offices, and sat there.

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Remnant
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Ozpin had felt a feeling. A feeling they were being watched. No, not just him and the others at Beacon, but the entirety of Remnant. This nagging feeling, he thought, must not be ignored, and immediately packed his stuff to leave.

"Get my Bullhead ready, I am heading to Atlas," he told someone.

"Okay, Ozpin, as you say so." He ran around a corridor.

In a few minutes, Ozpin had boarded his personal craft, gave the pilot the coordinates, and was off.

It took a long 4 hours, but he finally arrived to the territory of Atlas. He found his way through it, though it took a while, to find his good friend Ironwood.

"Ah, Ozpin, what a surprise!" Ozpin looked back to find Ironwood standing there holding a cup of sherbet.

"Ironwood, I have something of importance I would like to ask you."

"Okay, what is it?"

"Do you think I could borrow some of your equipment, for observation purposes?"

"Hmm, I'll think about it. So, want a little chat?"

"I think, maybe?"

"Okay, let me ask you one thing. What observation do you speak of that requires use of our equipment?"

"Well, could we discuss this in private?"

"Sure. Follow me to my car. It is soundproof."

They walked around a corner to find Ironwood's car, elegantly decorated. They both entered the car, and Ironwood turned on the car's systems.

"So, tell me. Why do you need all those expensive equipment?"

"I am sensing something happening, far above Remnant's skies, far above the Shattered Moon. I feel there is something, or someone, who has eyes on our planet. Whether or not it's for exploration or invasion, I need to observe them."

"Oh. Well then, you need a telescope, I assume."

"A powerful one, for I doubt they are that close."

"I could cover you on that. You are free to visit us as well if you need anything extra."

"Okay."

Ozpin left the car and headed back to where he left the Bullhead.

"Beacon Academy. And fast," Ozpin told the pilot.

"Sure..."

Author's Notes

Well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I never seem to be able to get past 3000 words (help plz). By the way, Summer Rose = Anita Brown, so you will not get confused, if you skimmed that part. I am having a hard time too, writing out certain in-betweens in the story, so suggestions in the comments box would help too.

No more acronyms this time (yay for me!)

See ya next chapter.