I do not own the rights to the movie Gettysburg. It's property of New Line Cinemas.

Okay, so this was to be placed in the previous chapter, but I was in too much of a rush. I had a plan for Glynda to have a much larger role in Jaune's life, so I made this. The next chapter is the much-anticipated fight between Chamberlain and the Confederate assault. and while it is finished, I'm currently proof-reading though it to ensure that I am leaving nothing out. So, take this Omake with an open mind and I hope you enjoy where I am taking this side project.

Enjoy.

Glynda discussed the upcoming fight with Qrow, Raven, and Kali while Team RWBY and Team NR went to grab a bite with Ghira. In the midst of their conversation, Glynda was mentally preparing herself for the possibility of watching her student fall, when she was surprised to see Rinter enter. A forced smile was offered to him while he nodded a greeting to the others before finally turning his attention to her.

"Hello Mr. Rinter. To whom do I owe this pleasure?" she inquired. There was no change in Rinter's attitude. "The fear you have for Jaune is evident in your eyes, Miss Goodwitch."

"It is not necessary for you to inform me of his expected demise, Mr. Rinter," Glynda scoffed defensively. "I am aware of what I may witness in the near future."

There was a smirk on Rinter's face. "I am only here to advise you to keep an open mind. Jaune is much more resourceful than you might expect."

Kali placed her hand on the shoulder of Glynda in response to her sigh. "It would be helpful if those words provided me with comfort."

After nodding, Rinter began to speak again. "I am confident he will make you proud. He received excellent training from your son."

I apologize Mr Rinter but I must..." Glynda paused. "My son?"

"Yes. Your son." replied Rinter. "He's a former Commander of the 20th Maine. He served as the Artillery Chief at Bull Run and then transferred to the Infantry to serve in Antietam and Fredericksburg. At the battle of Gettysburg, he was promoted and named Brigadier General of the XI Corps."

After a moment of silence, Glynda smiled slowly. "I have a child."

A happy Kali squealed, "Congratulations, Miss Goodwitch."

With a chuckle, Raven patted the Headmistress on the back.

"I wonder who the father is." Qrow inquires. Rinter turned to face the huntsman. "It is information that belongs only to Miss Goodwitch."

Qrow groaned in frustration as Glynda laughed. For a moment, the mood improved significantly before Rinter began to speak.

"Would you like to see him?" Glynda's mouth fell open. It was an opportunity to meet a person who would have been her son. In a matter of seconds, a smile appeared on her face.

"Yes, of course."

A half hour later...

The adults sat down in front of the screen as Rinter turned it on. The screen opened to a marching band that appeared to be out of tune. Glynda was unable to sit still. Her attention was drawn to a group of men conversing with one another dressed in a diverse range of clothing. There were some that appeared wealthy, and others that appeared poor and tattered. The words "Camp Mason, Maine, Spring, 1862" appeared on the screen.

When she saw that one of them was Jaune, she smiled. When she observed two officers dismounting, her breathing became labored. There was one who was shorter and had long hair protruding from beneath his cap. In comparison, the other appeared to be...

Maine Officer 2: "Major Gilmore, Stop that damn drumming!"

In response, Glynda erupted in giggles as Major Gilmore, the shorter of the two men, immediately complied with the order.

Gilmore: "Quiet!"

Maine officer 2: "Stop that damn drumming!"

Gilmore: "Quiet!"

The Band immediately cease their music as both Union officers approached the group of men Jaune was previously conversing in. as they stood at attention, The officer sighed in frustration.

Maine Officer 2: "This is a hell of a regiment."

A smile spread across Glynda's face. 'My son, without a doubt.'

Gilmore: "Men of the 20th Maine Regiment of Volunteers! This is your commanding officer, Colonel Adelbert Ames."

There was a whistle from Raven. "Now I would like to know who you fucked in order to create that man."

Qrow rolled his eyes in embarrassment as Kali and Rinter laughed. Glynda, on the other hand, blushed as she contemplated the possibility of who it might have been. Only one name came to mind, and she began to hope that he was not the father of her child.

"Adelbert." She tested the name before smiling. "Definitely a name I would have come up with."

Immediately the volunteers began to cheer, which infuriated Major Gilmore.

Gilmore: "Quiet! Quiet! You do not cheer an officer. You salute him."

As a response, only one man chose to correctly salute the officers as Ames took this moment to speak.

"And now we know who the father is." Qrow grinned. Glynda felt her heart sink before Rinter spoke. "Only time will tell. But I can assure you, Adelbert took more after his mother than his father."

Glynda breathed a sigh of relief as Qrow stared at the American.

Ames: "20th Maine, I commend you for the enthusiasm that has made you volunteer for service in President Lincoln's Army. I can see that many of you are strong and fit. We Maine men know that life in the woods of Maine toughens the muscles and stretches the sinews. I've no doubt many of you have become good shots by hunting deer."

'Good,' Glynda said with a smile. 'Before you discuss the reality of the situation, make sure you offer a compliment.'

There seems to be no difference in the teachings of the universe, regardless of the circumstances

Ames: "But tough muscles and skillful shooting are not enough to make a soldier. That requires discipline. Major Gilmore tells me you are in the habit of holding discussions with your officers. That will cease from now. An officer's orders are to be obeyed instantly and without question. This regiment must learn to move as one man. Otherwise, we will all be killed."

The smile on Glynda's face returned once again. "It is quite correct."

Kali laughed loudly. "He is the male counterpart of you, Glynda. He is disciplined and does not tolerate any unruly behavior on the part of his students."

Qrow nodded: "That's true. I would not like to meet him in this world, particularly if he resembles you."

Ames: "Major Gilmore, see if you can teach them to march."

Gilmore: "Yes, Sir."

Ames: "Colonel Chamberlain."

Chamberlain stood a bit straighter and took a step further. Ames used his head to motion away from the group.

Ames: "Come with me."

'So, he pulled him out of line.' Glynda's eyes narrowed. 'What would compel him to do such a thing?'

Glynda was not the only one who thought this as Raven tilted her head in agreement. Is this war so bad that commanders are forced to train their own replacements?

Gilmore: "When I say, "20th Maine, attention," you bring your feet together."

Ames: "Governor Washburn and Adjutant General Hodgson have sent me an impressive report about you. They say you will master any assignment you're given."

Chamberlain: " I shall certainly try, Sir."

A silence loomed over them as Chamberlain tried to open up a new topic.

Chamberlain: "I, uh, understand you were in the Battle of Bull Run."

Ames: "Wounded, too. It taught me the need for discipline and proper procedure. Take the act of shooting, for example. When you're hunting in the Maine woods there's no difficulty in loading a rifle. But in the panic of war, men act foolishly. In Bull Run I saw a soldier forget to remove his ramrod from the barrel. When he fired, out it flew with a dismal twang. He lost the means of firing again and was killed soon after by a Rebel bullet."

"So, he was engaged in the battle of Bull Run." Kali said somberly. "This is not a good day for the Union after reading that book."

"Indeed." Glynda replied. "In all honesty, I am left wondering whether I assisted in tending to his wounds or whether I played any active role in the war."

There was a grunt from Qrow. "No offense meant, but the war itself is so brutal that even you would not have been able to work in it without suffering some form of post traumatic stress disorder."

A slow nod was given by Glynda.

As the volunteers began to obtain their equipment and uniforms, Chamberlain walked away from the supply with a chunk of bread and a canteen of water. he looked up from his food to see someone he was not expecting. His brother, Tom Chamberlain, who playfully salutes his older brother.

Tom: "Sergeant Tom Chamberlain reporting for duty, Sir."

Chamberlain: "Tom, what on earth-? What are you doing?"

Tom: "I signed up, Lawrence, I'm in this regiment right here. I'm coming with you."

Chamberlain: "Did Father approve? How will he run the farm?"

Tom: "Once he heard you were colonel, he couldn't say no. Besides, you know him, he'll gonna be alright. They both will. I'm giving them one less thing to cuss at. And you know Mama, she said so many prayers for the both of us, we got nothing to worry about."

A groan could not be contained in Glynda's throat as she observed Ren's naiveté. As if it were just another adventure, he would follow his older brother into the jaws of death. The experience was similar to how most students here arrived at beacon.

Chamberlain: "Well, I guess I have one more responsibility. I have to look after you."

Tom: "Me? Lawrence, Mama told me to watch after you."

Chamberlain opens his mouth but stops and with a shake of his head, walks away, while Thomas shrugs and takes in the air.

Raven grunted disapprovingly in response to Ren's actions. "I understand his pain, having to deal with Qrow, Summer and Tai." Raven replied.

"He is at least not alone." Qrow countered his sister who scoffed and averted her gaze from him.

Kali interjected, "He cares for his brother. It would be comforting for him to see someone familiar standing alongside him in the face of the storm."

"And once a bullet or a cannon ball ends his life?" Glynda asked. "The experience will be traumatizing for Jaune. I understand what you are saying Kali, but what Ren is doing here is only a hindrance. He now has to watch over him."

Chamberlain emerges later in his Union Blue uniform and followed Ames around doing his best to learn as much as he could from the veteran officer. After a while they approached a group of soldiers who were practicing handling a musket, Thomas was among them.

Ames: "In the U.S Army, we have what is called the school of the Soldier, in which the soldier is trained and by the numbers drilled. Loading a musket for example is done in nine movements, performed over and over until they become automatic. Or as we call it: Loading in Nine Times."

Just as he said this, he turns to see Thomas standing still. Seeing an opportunity, Ames singled him out.

Ames: "Aah! I see. Sergeant Chamberlain. Loading in nine times. Demonstrate this.

Thomas looked uncertain as Ames crossed his arms, while Chamberlain watched.

Ames: "Assume the musket has just been fired. One, reach into cartridge box and withdraw cartridge. Two, place cartridge between teeth. Three, tear paper open. Four, pour powder into barrel and charge cartridge."

Ames finished giving simple commands as Thomas tried desperately to follow them without fail. This did not happen as he opened his cartridge and quite literally, dropped the ball. Major Gilmore and Captain Spear look on as Thomas reached down in embarrassment to pick up the cartridge.

"As I stated." Glynda pointed out. "He is not capable of properly loading a rifle."

"As if you would be able to make use of your semblance once you had achieved it." Qrow laughed. "I recall the time when you did not know your strengths and tore off Tai's shirt by accident."

She looked sternly at the male huntsman as he silenced himself, by drinking from the flask that he carried in his pocket.

As he put the ball inside the barrel, Ames continued his commands.

Ames: "Five, withdraw the ramrod. Six, ram the ball home. Seven, return ramrod. Eight, half-cock the hammer, remove old cap and put a new cap on the cone."

Thomas clumsily followed through with the Colonel's commands. Once he finished, Ames gave him one final command.

Ames: "Nine, shoulder arms."

Thomas slowly puts the rifle in a shoulder arm position

"Pretty bad." Glynda commented. "The fact that he kept up with Adelbert is something I will give him credit for."

"All you can do is try." Qrow said. "The fact that it is like his first day there makes it even more important."

Thomas felt like he failed something important. Ames however did not chew him out, but rather kept his composure as he finish his evaluation.

Ames: "Alright, you have the idea. But this must be done without thinking and much, much faster. Here."

Taking another soldier's musket, he began to show his ability to load. he counted down as he did the motions. Thomas and Chamberlain watched in stunned fascination as the Colonel finished the nine moves in almost 20 seconds. By the time he finished, no one spoke. Having done his part, Ames gave the weapon back to the soldier.

Ames: "Practice until you can do it as fast as that. It may save your lives."

Ames motioned for Chamberlain to follow him as he salutes Spear and Gilmore before walking past him.

In addition, the adults remained silent. Glynda was also unable to express herself. The manner in which he made Ren perform the demonstration before demonstrating how it should be performed. This is an approach she has never tried before. The thought began to take shape in her mind as she chuckled. 'Leave it to my son to teach a new trick to employ.'

Later. Chamberlain found himself at a table with Ames. The Colonel was showing the professor on paper the formations that they would be utilizing in the coming fights.

Ames: "Line of battle" consists of two lines of men, one behind the other, so that while one-line fires, the other reloads. Behind them is a line of file closers. Lieutenants and sergeants. But two lines make a regiment unwieldy on the move, so we need to switch to "column of fours". We need to be able to change from column of fours to line of battle and back again quickly."

There was a whistle from Qrow. "That seems like a good strategy, particularly since reloading these rifles will take a considerable amount of time."

Kali nodded in agreement. "It seems a solid tactic, especially when dealing with the South, to change to a column of fours into a line of battle, especially when a cannon ball is able to decimate an entire battalion in a few hits."

"Even so, there must be a better way to conduct war without such barbaric measures." Raven responded. "There is a great deal of needless loss of life on both sides. The odds may be swayed much more by unconventional warfare than by face-to-face combat."

The scene then switched to Chamberlain leading a now uniformed and properly organized group of 2nd Maine men down the road among other Union soldiers.

Ames's voiceover: "It is not difficult to move from line of battle into column of fours. It is much harder to move from column of fours into line of battle, and if we're called to make that move, it will be when we're under fire. I'm sure you understand, Colonel, how important it is that these moves are learned so thoroughly that the men can perform them in their sleep."

"They look great in their uniforms." Kali purred. "Fortunately, I have my Ghira."

"I'm sorry." Raven smirked. "I would definitely consider making a move on Arc or Glynda's son."

A chuckle escaped Glynda's lips. "That is assuming that you have a reasonable chance of success."

There was laughter from Raven. "With what I have to offer, I am confident that I can make either one of them fall in love with me."

Rinter coughed out loud, choking on his drink. Glynda stared at him intently. "Is there something wrong?"

Rinter quickly shook his head. "No, nothing to worry about. Just made the mistake of inhaling my soda."

Seeing Rinter's conflicted expression, Glynda shrugged and turned her attention back to the screen. 'Would it be appropriate to tell them how many universes Jaune has that include banging either Glynda or Raven?'

After a moment, he shook his head once more. 'Nah.'

Chamberlain: "Company - halt! Company - front! Order - arms!"

As he stops the group, he pivots them toward a Colonel Ames, who was now riding a horse. upon saluting Chamberlain. Ames nodded approvingly

Ames: "Well done, Colonel. That's a beginning. But that move must be practiced and practiced and practiced. Another month and we'll be ready. But we leave for Washington tomorrow."

As Ames rides away, Chamberlain stood there for a moment, trying to figure out his next set of commands before he spoke.

Chamberlain: "Shoulder - arms! Company - forward - march!"

The group began to move once more to continue their march.

The showing ended as the screen went black. the adults took the time to stretch as Rinter got up and removed the disk from the console. Glynda sighed as she suddenly realized that despite seeing her son training Jaune in the other word, she will never have the opportunity to meet him in person.

Rinter saw her expression, which gave him an idea. However, he had other important things to attend to, such as figuring out how to keep other students and most noticeably Ozpin and Genral Ironwood from discovering what has been going on.

As he opened the door, he saw Glynda look at him and he smiled, before winking at her and closing the door.

Miss Goodwitch stared at the door, wondering why Rinter winked at her, but quickly shrugged it off.

As she got up to watch Team RWBY, she finally remembered what Adelbert meant. It was a name, her own mother wanted to name her had she been a boy.

"Noble." She smiled. "You certainly are such...my son."

There you go everyone. Now I will be working on the next chapter Ricky-Tick. But here is something I wanted to bring out because I want Glynda to have some sort of relations to the story.

See ya soon.