Weiss practiced her summoning once again, the large glyph spinning rapidly beneath her feet. Eventually the summons flickered and faded away. It was simply no use, her heart wasn't in it. She walked sadly over to her mattress, the white satin sheets enveloping her as she flopped onto them.

She had been unable to contact her team since her father had brought her back home. Apparently Vale's communications were still down, so she had been in the dark about her friends since the fall of Beacon. Last time she had seen them, Blake had a hole in her stomach, Yang was down an arm, and Ruby had gone into a coma after … whatever she had done. She just hoped they were okay now. She had asked her father repeatedly if she could visit Ruby's house, but he had quickly shot the suggestion down. He had maintained that she was not ready for the danger that Vale was currently facing. So she had remained at home, practicing half-heartedly and planning for the day she would be back with Team RWBY.

Weiss shook out of her stupor and decided to at least study. If she couldn't find the will to practice glyphs, she may as well read about them. The faster she bettered herself the sooner she could reunite with her team. She studied in silence for another hour before a violent hammering came from her door.

"Weiss Schnee! Open this door this instant!' Weiss quickly recovered from the shock and spoke quickly.

"Yes, father. Just a moment." Weiss walked swiftly to her bedroom door, pulling it open to see her father apparently very flustered.

"What is the meaning of this?!" He barked, pointing at his scroll. Weiss realized with horror that on it was all of her messages from the last month. Specifically, the screen was centered on her conversation with a particularly enterprising hoverjet pilot who had agreed to get her to Vale for a price. The plans had still been weeks away, but they had been coming together. Not that it mattered now. Weiss focused her attention on another, equally disturbing problem.

"You've been monitoring me?!" She cried indignantly, gracefully ignoring her father's question.

"Yes! And it seems that I was entirely justified in doing so! What are you thinking, Vale is not safe. Just to see your little friends? That is no reason to put yourself in danger!"

"I'm a huntress! It's my job to face danger!'

"You are a huntress, no, were a huntress in training! I made a mistake letting you go to Beacon, you could have died! It's time you gave up this pipe dream, you have a future here," his tone became slightly softer, "Let someone else take up that mantle. You're too valuable to spend your life fighting monsters." Weiss's eyes burned with a strange mixture of anger and sadness. Her father had no faith in her abilities, but he did truly want the best for her. He just didn't understand that his way was not the right one. She stared in defiance up at her father. "You leave me no choice, Weiss," faster than she could follow he had moved past her and hefted Myrtenaster from its resting place, "I can't trust you with this." Weiss's eyes widened in disbelief as her father began to leave the room.

"Wait! Father I-"

"NO!" Her father rounded on her, "My decision is final. Now get ready to go to headquarters. I want you to sit in on today's Directors meeting." Weiss knew better than to argue just then. She would need to rethink her plans and find a way to get Myrtenaster back before she left. No matter what her father said, she would rejoin her team. Weiss dutifully turned to her closet, preparing to change for the meeting.

Weiss tried desperately to keep her eyes from drooping as the old man continued his financial projections speech. The meeting had been going for nearly three hours with no real end in sight. It wasn't that Weiss did not understand the meeting, she was a Schnee after all, she just found it unbearably boring. She reflected at how much Beacon had changed her, before she had attended she had loved these opportunities to show off her intellect. Now it just seemed so… unimportant. The old man finally returned to his seat as his projections faded from the main screen. Weiss's brief hopes were dashed when yet another old man stood to discuss some other small facet of the company. She glanced down the long oak table at her father, he was completely immersed in the subject at hand. She wished she could care about this as much as him, she really did. The old man's droning was momentarily cut off as a sheepish looking secretary stepped as quietly as she could into the room.

The secretary strolled quickly over to and whispered something in his ear. His eyes flicked momentarily over to Weiss before answering gruffly. "Tell them to leave," he said simply. The secretary bent down and whispered to him once again. "Then have the drones escort them out," his voice getting angrier. The secretary's face turned beet red as she whispered to him once again. "My god," he said his voice rising, "Gentleman, if you would excuse me I have something I must attend to. Weiss, come with me!" Weiss was quite alarmed at his tone, but as far as she knew she had not done anything else to warrant his anger. She followed her father dutifully into the elevator as he hit the button for the main lobby. He maintained a strained silence all the way down, and Weiss knew better than to ask what was going on.

Yang had managed to bounce the atlesian drone head off her foot some thirty times before the elevator door chimed. Her concentration was thrown off, and the head bounced into the small pile of various other drone limbs she and Blake had collected while they waited. She watched as Weiss and a man she could only assume was her father stepped collectedly out of the elevator, and both their eyes widen as they took in the scene in front of them.

"Yang?! Blake?!" Weiss started to run to greet her haggard looking friends, but her father's voice cut through the air.

"Weiss, stay away from these delinquents." He said simply. Yang stared angrily at the old man as he walked over to her and Blake. "What can I do for you?" He said, his eyes roaming over the two girls. His eyes stopped momentarily on Yang's arm and Blake's tattered cat ears. Weiss did not miss them either, obviously struggling between listening to her father and desperately wanting to know what had happened.

"Mr. Schnee, I assume?" Yang asked.

"Indeed."

"We've come to collect your daughter. Team RWBY has a new mission, one we need to get to as quickly as possible."

"Well young lady, it seems you've come all this way for nothing. My daughter is no longer a Huntress." Mr. Schnee smiled smugly as Weiss bowed her head in silent defeat.

"Don't be ridiculous," Yang's anger was rapidly rising, " that's her decision."

"That's where you are wrong. She is my heir and as such has responsibilities to this company. The decision is final. Now please leave, as long as you do so now I will not have you arrested for destruction of personal property." Mr. Schnee glanced in disappointment at the mangled pile of robots next to him. He would have to talk to ironwood about getting some upgraded models. "Have a good day, ladies," He said as he turned his back and began to walk towards the elevator.

"Do you even care about what Weiss wants?!" Blake shouted at his back. "Have you ever thought that she wants no part in your so called legacy?" Mr. Schnee turned on his heels and walked angrily back towards the girls.

"This isn't about what she wants!" His voice rising, "It's about what keeps her safe. I will not let my daughter risk her life for some half baked dream of being a huntress! Even if I wasn't against it, an amputee and a,: he glanced up at Blake's ears again, " some mutilated half faunus do not exactly inspire confidence." Mr. Schnee turned away from the girls as Blake's eyes watered with anger and shame. Yang stared daggers at the man's back as he began to cross the lobby.

"Yang…" Penny tried to cool her down, but it was too late. Yang engaged Ember Celica and fired at the retreating man's back. She smiled smugly as the shot ricocheted off his aura with enough force to make him stumble. He turned once again as the two girls prepared their weapons.

"Fine, if you won't leave quietly then you've forced my hand. Let's see what Beacon taught you girls." Weiss watched in horror as her father unsheathed Gebieters Macht and glyphs began to grow and dance throughout the lobby. Blake and Yang adopted a defensive stance as the man sped at them like a bullet.

Author's note:

Gebieters Macht Means Lord's Might