Captain Vastano tried to wrap his head around the idea of the aura and the semblance after Professor Goodwitch had agreed to teach him about these essential parts of a huntsman. That being said, he was interested in how this worked as he looked through the textbook with ease while he learned that semblance worked differently than what the aura could do. "So... the aura acts as a protective shielding around a huntsman?" He asked his professor from his seat in the single room.

Across the room was Professor Goodwitch, who crossed her arms as she looked down on the young man. "Yes, what else can you tell me about semblance?" She questioned the newcomer of Remnant.

Scratching his head, Vastano looked back into his textbook and looked up at the ceiling as he looked through his thoughts. "Um, the semblance is a special power which is unique to that person and that person only." Though, he hated the fact that he had to go through a quick schooling in order to go to a military academy.

"Very good, Vastano." The professor stated approvingly. "Now what is dust?" Goodwitch added, challenging the captain's place in this classroom.

"Dust is a special substance which everyone on Remnant uses, but dust is also used to improve a person's aura or semblance through their weapons, right?" He was unsure if he got it right, but he would have to just sit back and wait for her answer.

"Correct." Goodwitch answered. "Seems like you get the idea about Remnant based off of that textbook."

The paratrooper officer chuckled. "Unlike my high school, these textbooks look interesting." He stated before adding. "So I guess, I'm done?" He asked her.

Then she nodded her head approvingly. "I suggest you try to continue to study that textbook to keep yourself well-informed with the times."

Captain Vastano rose from his seat as he grabbed his textbook while the professor came over to meet him.

"Captain, I need to speak with you about an important manner which I believe you would be interested in." She began.

The officer scratched his head. "Uh, sure. What do you want to talk about?" He was just about get through the door and explore the Atlas Military Academy.

"Vastano, everyone has their own aura and semblance. Do you want me to unlock your aura?"

Among the issues the paratrooper could respond to, he was confused me. "Me?" He asked her. "You think a guy like me can have some special power. I doubt it."

Professor Goodwitch smiled. "There is the problem. You refuse to believe that you have this power as well. You are wrong."

"With all due respect, ma'am." He stated. "I'm just a normal guy caught up in things I shouldn't be dealing with." He shook his head at the thought. "I'll have to refuse your offer." Vastano turned around and reached for the doorknob. He almost left the professor alone.

"Even the normal people can be special sometimes."

Then he stopped, his hand was on the knob, but he didn't unlock the door. The captain looked over his shoulder and took a glance at Goodwitch's face. "Professor, I haven't been home for over a year." He began. "I didn't ask to become a captain and I didn't ask to be part of a war I didn't want. I already miss the city I was born in and now I don't know how to get back. Let me live a normal life for once." The officer slipped through the door as he stepped out of her room.

Glynda Goodwitch had to sigh. "Oh Ozpin, if only you were here. Only you could have convinced that man to be a huntsman."

It was almost like high school, almost...

Maybe if he did wear the Atlas Cadet uniform would he be able to blend with the rest of the students attending the academy. Though his age was higher than most of the guys passing by, but there were those just like him. Guys in their twenties who were silly enough to ask a girl they didn't know about was a normal part of life.

The only problem which kept him back from changing into the new uniform was pride. A paratrooper's pride. He was a captain of a paratrooper company and he was going to be damned if he decided to change the uniform to 'fit the norm' of this place. Yeah, he received plenty of looks from those who passed by, but he didn't care at this point. None of these kids knew what the hell he had been through. None of them knew the shitstorm of Normandy, the hell of Holland, and the freezing hellhole of Belgium. He liked that last place, but the memories of the German artillery did disturb him. Vastano wouldn't walk into a forest when there were artillery shells raining in on his men and his company.

A thought came to him when he took notice that some of the students had these animal parts on their heads which fell in the region of neat or weird. That didn't matter though, he didn't fit this academy either so it wasn't his place to comment.

Vastano turned around the corner as he knocked a girl onto the ground. "Ah shit." He quietly swore to himself before he gave out his hand to the girl he accidentally knocked over. "I'm sorry for that." He began as the girl grabbed two of her books. He took notice of the most obvious detail on the girl.

She had bunny ears. "Um, it's okay. I'll be fine." When the softly spoken girl had finally gathered her books she took his hand as Vastano pulled her up. "But thanks for that by the way."

"My fault for not looking." Vastano replied as he scratched his head. "I hope you are alright."

Suddenly, she turned around to be met with a fellow student who didn't wear the cadet uniform. "Velvet, are you okay?!" She cried out as she came over to her. To his surprise, the girl had bullet belt, similar to that of the men he fought with. However, her fashion sense was completely different from home. There was no other to say this, but this girl was strange. "What is wrong with you?! Can't you see a faunus where you were walking?" The young woman called him out as she stared at him from behind his sunglasses.

The girl named Velvet defended him. "Its alright Coco. He didn't see me."

Vastano talked back. "Hey, I'm sorry I'm new here that's why I didn't know."

"Oh you're attending the Atlas Military Academy!" Velvet said happily. "I would be glad to show you around."

Coco made her comment. "He just knocked you to ground! How can you shrug him off like that?"

"Quiet, you're making a scene." Shutting her friend up she looked to the officer. "So where were you going?"

"I was looking for the library." He answered.

"Follow me, I'll show you the way."

Before could follow, he was met with a deadly glare of the second glare. "I'm watching you." Coco stated before Vastano followed the bunny girl through the hallways.

Earth... that was the new world Doctor Amsel came from. The place where her father was living for years after the incident she orchestrated herself. A question remained in her mind, would he forgive her for doing that.

Cinder tried to find a reason where a good excuse could have been said, but even so she had threatened her father indirectly. She sighed when a familiar voice spoke from behind her back.

The man kept his identity in the dark, but he was the leader of the White Fang. So he had every right to protect himself. "Cinder, what happened to my members?" He demanded.

Turning around, she found herself in an office of the warehouse where she would conduct her plans in secret with the others. There was the metal cabinets and the desks, but their uses were limited as she had no need of staying in this place for long. All that mattered was destroying what humanity and the faunus built to survive the Grimm. Now she was met with an angry leader of the White Fang. "They were captured." She answered. It was harsh to simply throw away their lives, but that was their worth.

"Why would you allow them to be captured in the first place? They were the most experienced." Cinder noted the irritation in his voice.

"To be fair, it was going to be difficult to get inside of a town occupied by hundreds of soldiers." She answered to the leader of the White Fang. "Besides, I consider this an achievement since our auras were useless in their world."

The faunus relaxed for a bit. "So what did you learn about it? Anything of use to us?"

"Of course Adam, I have acquired a scientist who could help us with certain advancements."

"A scientist." Adam began skeptickly. "What is the worth of having him around?"

"Doctor Amsel knows how to create holes of realities between Remnant and Earth." Cinder answered his question. "Now if we purpose that to something else, we may be able to create teleporters for both of us and can easily transport the White Fang with ease."

Even though his face was hidden away, she knew the young man was looking straight into her soul. "Can you be sure that trusting this scientist would be a good thing?"

"Trust me, he is worth the loss at that town."

After those revealing moments with Sauer and Pyrrha, Edwards couldn't believe what he just knew. This was something he had to write about to his father back home, problem was the Army always checked the mail. Then there was another matter which caused him so much trouble since it seemed ridiculous. No one would believe him.

Captain Edwards of Baker Company didn't know what to do since writing to his father was a way to pass the time. Now his letter in front of him remained blank and for a good reason too, there was nothing interesting or important to talk about. With the war over, there was no point to send letters home, but to go home. However, the OSS needing him and his unit was what kept him back from getting on that big boat home.

Suddenly, the thought occured to him.

Home... It had been a year since he left the states for the war. A wave of thoughts consumed him about the well-being of his father, his younger brother graduating high school, his sister becoming a nurse, and his mother's cooking. Bill Edwards missed a life back home and he was the only child in his family who was missing the moments.

He grew irritated as he crumpled the paper and threw it out of his tent in anger. The Army took his life away for over a year and he wanted to cry. Edwards grasped his face to hide his face away from the world. A shame he didn't want to reveal.

If there was one good perk about the Army, it was attention to detail. Someone was standing behind him in his tent. "Captain Edwards, this seems to be a waste of good paper." The voice could be easily recognizable. Then he turned his head from his chair to be met by Sauer handing him his crumpled letter. "Seems like you have writer's block. Mind to tell me what is going on your mind?" The 'Father of Monsters' sat on his bunk beside the captain as he saw his hand holding a pen.

It was strange to think that Sauer was a man to talk to after he revealed himself to Strudwick. However, he just needed someone to talk to. "I was thinking about writing a letter to my father." Edwards began. "Now that the war is over, I don't have anything to write about."

"Say, do you like writing?" He asked.

The officer turned his head. "Yes sir." He answered. "I loved writing, helps pass the time between combat. The problem is that I don't have enough time to write anything else. So writing to my dad while I was away from home seemed to be like a good idea."

The 'old man' chuckled. "You know, you should write a story. I could see you doing something like that. After all, the war is over and you have enough time to write about anything. So why not a story?" Sauer questioned.

This put a smile on his face. "You know, I think that could be enjoyable." Sauer rose from his seat and began to walk away from the captain. "Besides, you get to play around in hour own right."

Edwards smiled at the thought. "Thank you, doctor. I got something to kill the time."

It was here when a small idea occured to him and caused the captain of Baker Company to start writing down his thoughts.

Kurt Derby stood outside of the church as he tried to ignite his cigar with his lighter. "Damn it." He swore, trying to click it to life.

However, someone came along with a cane. "Good morning, chap." The British officer began. "I see you're having trouble trying to get a good smoke of the day."

Derby looked up from his cigarrette and recognized the rank. "Colonel Strudwick, I see you are in a lovely mood today. What brings you here?"

"I was just passing by." He answered while his hand reached for his pocket. "Then I turn around the corner to see a man like you taking a quiet smoke." He brought his hand out with a lighter and brought its living spark to reality. "What is an old veteran like you doing here? You seem to be old for this kind of profession."

Derby removed his lighter into his pocket as he allowed the colonel to light his cigarette in mere silence. Then Strudwick removed his lighter from the officer. "I know I am too old to be doing this kind of shit." He answered his question as he took his cigarette out and released the content from his lips. "Problem is, this reminded too much of the Great War."

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"I've seen the same sort of thing before." The captain looked down. "Young men who believed the propaganda reels and decided to join the Army."

"So why did you join the Army?" Colonel Strudwick questioned.

"To teach the boys to not make the same mistakes that we did back then." Referring to the previous conflict. "Seems like I managed to do that right. Edwards, Durante, and Vastano are alive all because of some of the advice I told them."

"I know how you feel." He stated. "I fought in the Great War as well."

"Which front?"

"Sinai and the Palestine Front." Colonel Strudwick answered. "I fought with the lads in the desert, fighting on horseback with a sword in one hand and a rifle in the other. Still, it was a literal hell with all that heat."

Derby chuckled. "I disagree, I'm sure it was completely better than trenchfoot shit."

Then both of the men laughed at their memories and the colonel began. "Well, it is a good timing that this war ended better than the last war."

"So do you have anything to tell me and the rest of the boys?" The old veteran asked.

"Yes, prepare your companies." The colonel ordered. "Including Baker Company, we're going to go on a trip to Remnant."