A clock ticked loudly in the silent room, Ozpin and Glynda watching curiously as both George and Gandhi struggled to respond to the Führer of the Third Reich currently wiping his hands off on his uniform, the very same that Bush had seen in all those pictures of Nazi rallies and speeches growing up.

"I...H-wuh?" Struggled George, hands clenching and unclenching rapidly.

Gandhi simply melted into his chair, eyes wide as he peered into the mustachioed man's eyes.

"Greetings, my good man! Come, take a seat and join our table." Socrates called out, waving a hand at the single remaining seat at the table, right next to George.

"Ah, danke ." Said Hitler, drawing out the chair and plonking down into it, giving Ozpin a smile and a nod as the man poured him a cup of coffee.

Noticing Georges wide eyes and complete internal meltdown, Ozpin patted Hitler on the shoulder. "I take it that Adolf here is quite the figure in your history, isn't he? Well, worry not gentlemen. You'll have time to be get acquainted when you've begun to move into your dorm room. Miss Goodwitch will assist you in finding anything you need in order to make your stay as pleasing as possible. The area we are currently residing in is something of a vault; a personal bunker for my own activities away from the prying eyes of the public and its enemies."

Hitler hummed in agreement, "Ich kenne auch Gewölbe dieser Art. Jeder Mensch hat seine Geheimnisse."

Ozpin gave the man a small smile, "Thank you for understanding the nature of what this is. I would ask that you keep it a secret, as well as anything you see in here. You will be called her around once a month or more in order to provide updates on your stay here as well as any strategies or insights you procure."

"A fine idea, though I will confess much of this technology is beyond me." Socrates admitted, rising with Ozpin and the rest of the table, "It would be most appreciated if an aide, maybe Lady Goodwitch here even, could explain the very basics to me."

"There's no need for the term 'Lady', Mister Socrates." Said Goodwitch, a small smile breaking through her cold exterior. "Miss Goodwitch will suffice, and I would be happy to."

Socrates beamed and stretched his back with a pop, "Well, there's no need to call me 'Mister Socrates' then. Shall we head out? I'm afraid my trip over here was less than comfortable, as I'm sure the rest of these fellows can attest."

Adolf and Gandhi both grunted affirmations, though George still gawked at Hitler with wide eyes, making the man shuffle uncomfortably.

Glynda shuffled them all out into the halls, and Ozpin found time to sidle up next to the slack-jawed Bush. "No shame in being a bit star-struck George. I'm sure he'd be more than happy to be a friend of yours once things have calmed down a bit."

The horrified face swinging his way was all it took for Ozpin to turn to speak to Socrates.

'What a weirdo.' Ozpin thought.

"And, here we are!" said Glynda, opening the door to a dorm room with a hiss. Inside were four neatly pressed and spread beds, each a nice distance apart. Unfortunately though, this led to there being a scarcity of open floor space. "Sorry if it feels tight, normally the students here are a lot smaller than you four. But, you must be virtues of patience and wisdom to have been brought here. I'm sure you'll manage."

"Well, there isn't a great deal for us to unpack." said Gandhi as he pulled himself onto one bed, crossing his legs.

"And I'll do what I can to rectify that once the semester is in full swing." claimed Ozpin, taking a sip from his mug. "I'm sure we can find some extra capital in the school budget."

"Not from your own expenses?" scowled Glynda.

"Beacon and I are one in the same, it's expenses are my own."

"That doesn-"

"Anyways," Ozpin cut off, "As the semester begins, I think it would be best if you four begin school as regular students, getting a feel for the school and this world as it progresses. After about a year, you will take on strictly mentor positions among the faculty."

"An entire year?" questioned Gandhi, "How long do you expect us to remain in this world?"

"I'll be honest with you gentlemen, I'm not quite sure. We must plan for the long term, however, as the foe we face is cunning and as dangerous as the world is old."

"Gibt es Informationen, die Sie uns zur Weltgeschichte geben könnten? Konventioneller Kampf?" Asked Adolf.

"Ah, yes. I'll have Miss Goodwitch send you the relevant documents to your Scrolls once we have them set up. History will be a great tool for you to use, but perhaps understanding combat is even more important. Do any of you have Aura in your homelands?"

"Aura?" Gandhi asked, his face twisting in confusion, "Several religions and groups study the use of Chi and Chakra, though I've not heard of anything like Aura."

"Aura is... well... perhaps it's best to show you. After all, it's best that you have it unlocked before the semester starts. Why don't you all follow me down to the training ring? I'm sure this will be an enlightening experience for us all."

Once again, the group began to shuffle out of the dorm room, who's front door now had the words Team HGGS proudly emblazoned on a screen in front of it.

As they walked out of the room, Adolf stopped to raise an eyebrow at George, silent this whole time. Soon, it was just the two of them in the room, and Bush slowly raised his hand to point a finger at the man in brown.

"You... You're Adolf Hitler!? The Nazi?!"

"Uh... Ja?"

"..."

"..."

"Well. Shit."

A/N: Training begins, and the abilities of our heroes will come to light.