Greetings. I'm back, and with a new chapter to boot. Now a quick couple things to mention before we begin. Firstly, I have gone back and done some slight tweaking to the chapters in the previous arc, hence why you might have received a bunch of story updates. They're nothing major. Just some minor tweaks and grammar fixes, so you don't have to stress about missing out on content if you don't go back and reread, but if you do, you'll find a some sentences and scenes might read a tad bit better. Again, this is NOT a rewrite, but merely a touch up with some things I felt unhappy about.

Onto the next arc. I am still currently writing it out, and am several chapters ahead, but I do need to come back and do some touch ups and edits before I release them. When I do, they will follow the normal weekly structure, however.

This chapter is done and edited, and alittle something to hold you over until I am ready with the entire arc. Well, that and to reassure you this story hasn't been abandoned. Also probably helps light a fire under my ass to get this done pretty soon. Why? Well, I was unhappy with my previous method of write, edit, draft and post a chapter a week. I felt it negatively impacted the quality, and was a bit disruptive to my other plans trying to force a commitment like that. By writing this in advance, it allows me to focus on quality and progression by granting me more time. Anyways, enough of that boring stuff. Onto the chapter!


Arc 2: Chapter 13


Hei hated himself right now. He hated the situation they all were in, and he hated how he was the one that ultimately put them there. In the face of fate, however, his regrets were meaningless.

So, as the horse-drawn wagon they rode on slowly pulled up to the imposing steel city gates that towered over them, he forced himself to put on a brave face.

The giant perimeter walls loomed over them, and up above, barely visible as nought but pinpricks silhouetted against the sun, were guards armed with crossbows patrolling the length of the wall. On the ground roughly a dozen soldiers stood guard, scrutinising everyone that entered. Or rather, a couple did while the rest leaned back lazily on spears and brick walls, resting in the shade offered by the massive arch.

The guards all wore the same set of armour as a standardised uniform. Chainmail armour, with brown leather gherkins and padding overtop. Many had a single shortsword or mace strapped to their belt, but otherwise they were all equipped with a spear.

A large, unwieldy steel helmet shaped more like a dinner plate was firmly strapped to each of their heads, and judging by their drooping heads and uncomfortable expressions, it was overly heavy as well. And finally, plastered all across their shoulder, left breast and back, was the Vale Emblem. A gold lion with a snarling visage, set to the backdrop of a crossed sword and spear in front of a blue shield, complete with the Kingdom's unifying motto; Win to Live, Survive to Thrive!

Hei wasn't the only that found it to be overly sappy.

A large flag draped down from under the arch with the exact same emblem proudly on display.

"Well… isn't that a sight to behold!" Exclaimed Roman with faux excitement.

"Please don't," begged Melanie.

"To travel all this way, endure all of the bullshit we went through, just to be told by a bunch privileged people cowering behind the worlds biggest walls how to actually live our life! And all before they even meet us! What a day to be alive!"

Melanie let out a tired groan, rubbing a bloodshot eye with heavy bags underneath it.

"Urgh. Roman. You are aware that you want to become one of those privileged people cowering behind the walls, don't you?"

Roman turned his nose up at her with a huff.

"My point still stands."

Miltia slid over on the bench seat to lean into her sister, shooting Roman an exhausted look.

"Who cares. It's a safe place and a bed. That's all I care about. I'm sick and tired of roughing it out in the woods," she whined, flexing her feet tenderly.

"These feet are not meant for such horrid conditions."

Roman let loose an indignant gawk. "Woman! Please don't act like you've been walking all over the four kingdoms non-stop. You've been riding up here with us, like a princess! Hell, you've practically been treated like one, you and your twin harpy."

Melanie shot him a foul look.

"For so called princess treatment, it sure has felt like the exact opposite. What with your cooking and idea of food."

Roman scoffed and waved his hand dismissively, ignoring the way the cart jolted when it hit a rock.

"Food is food, my dear. One shan't be picky when it comes to matters of survival."

No-one seemed to share his sentiment however. Tony and DJ both looked away from Roman uncomfortably, even looking a little queasy. Miltia just rolled her eyes, while Melanie bit back a derisive laugh. Which she promptly failed.

"Three rabbits, for the whole of a fucking week, Roman. If the fact that you managed to burn two of them didn't make it even worse, having to sleep five feet away from your body-odour is enough to make me want to kill myself," she shot, her eyes crossed as she locked an angry glare with Roman.

Instantly, the mood became more depressing and Melanie realised her mistake. She faltered a bit.

"I-I didn't mean – " "Please don't say stuff like that, Mel. Even as a joke," spoke Miltia softly, her voice betraying her sadness.

Everyone around her had their heads hanging low, and Melanie felt herself shrink back into her seat, feeling small.

"I… I'm sorry," she muttered weakly, and for once, the brash façade began to crumble as tears began to well in Melanie's eyes.

"It's just…" she trailed off, a single tear beginning to roll down her right cheek.

Miltia wrapped her arms around Melanie supportively as she buried her face into her twin sisters dirty and tangled hair.

"I know sis," she consoled.

Melanie began to tremble as she felt tears begin to build up en masse.

"…Everyone's gone," she finally broke.

"Everyone!" she swallowed her tears to catch a breath.

"A whole week, and we haven't even been able to even properly mourn them. Why?"

There was nothing anyone could say as they watched the girl before them break down. Even Roman kept his mouth shut.

"Why?" She repeated with another choked sob. Miltia only hugged her tighter.

"Why am I so fucking useless…. I couldn't even do anything to protect them."

She trailed off into subdued sobbing.

After what felt like a minute, Hei spoke up, keeping his eyes glued to the road in front of them.

"It's my fault. For all of this. I tried, but it wasn't enough. So don't blame yourself. There was nothing you could do. Any of you. So if you need someone to blame...? Blame me."

"Hei…" Tony reached out with a hand to grab Hei's shoulder consoling, while Roman let loose a deep sigh.

"It's no-one's fault, Hei. What happened was not the result of you, but because of those crazy Huntsmen."

Neo nodded her head as she leaned up against Roman on the opposite side of the cart from the twins.

DJ leaned forward on his seat at the front, elbows resting on his knees.

"Who were those Huntsmen anyways? And how do you know they were Huntsmen?"

Hei spoke up dryly.

"Because they ate any and all punishment dished out to them like it was a snack. Even that asshole Benny wouldn't have had that sort of endurance with his Aura Shards."

"Clearly," shuddered Roman, remembering the all-too-visceral sight of his and Carmine's bloodied corpses.

"Anyways. It doesn't matter. We're here now. I'll do the talking," spoke Hei, urging the two horses to slow down to a stop as they pulled up to the checkpoint at the gate.

A guard stepped forward and gestured with hand for them to stop.

"Halt! State your name, cargo, and business."

"Hei," offered said man, exhaustion seeping through his voice.

"Just family," he gestured to the carts occupants, all of whom looked exhausted and miserable, what with sunken cheeks and gaunt eyes, dirty and torn clothes, and messy hair. Even the horses looked poorly, visibly panting.

The guard glanced up at Hei with disinterest.

"Business?"

"Looking for a new home," he replied.

The guard let loose a snort, and several of his nearby companions let loose derisive chuckles.

"Ha. Yeah, right? Ain't you a funny bugger. Ahaha. You and everyone else. Now, turn the horse and charity case around, and piss off back to the hill-billy mudhut you crawled out of."

Hei clenched the horses' reins tightly, breathing deeply out of his nose.

"I have a family with me." For emphasis, Neo put on a pathetic pout to sell the desperation even more.

The guard was having none of it however.

"Really? And I'm supposed to care because…?"

Hei shot the guard a scowl as he rummaged through the pocket in his jacket until he found what he wanted.

The guard looked at him for a second, before a leer wormed its way onto his face.

Hei presented the wad of Lien towards the guard, biting back his resentment.

"A humble tribute for your generosity. And no further questions."

The man eyed it for a second before slowly taking the humble bundle.

"Well, good ser. A man of eloquence and understanding. But of course, I humbly accept this generous tribute. However, if I may," he started, sending a lustful glance to Neo.

"These notes seem a little dirty. Perhaps the fair maiden over yonder could clean them for me."

Hei felt his face harden at what the filthy pervert before him was insinuating. Tony scowled, but oddly enough, the least offended was Neo herself. If anything she seemed to grin and lean forward, almost as if beckoning the guard to come closer.

The man took a step forward, only for Roman to call out with a snort.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. She's got a temper."

The guard was about to say something derogatory to Roman, only to catch a glimpse of Neo reaching her hand into her jacket and pull out one of her stilettoes, and promptly drag it across her throat slowly, all while staring deep into his eyes with a manic grin that was all teeth.

The guard felt himself falter and go pale at the site.

"Like he said," stated Hei with disdain.

"I wouldn't if I were you. She's Hunter trained that one. Or would you rather give me a return for my tribute."

The guard shot a desperate look at Hei before gulping nervously, all while his fellow guards behind him began to laugh aloud at his expense.

"Uh… That, uh, won't be necessary. Thank you for the generous donation, and safe travels be with you."

"Hmm. I'd hope so," scowled Hei, before cracking the reins to get the two horses moving.

As the cart began to move slowly into the city through the gates, the raucous laughter of the guardsmen behind could be heard as they hazed the guard.

"What a cesspit," tutted Roman with a shake of his head.

"Precisely why I didn't want to come here to begin with, but, alas, our hands were forced," sighed Hei.

"So. What's the plan then?"

Roman leaned an arm over the cart, craning himself to face Hei properly. As he did that, the full view of the city interior became visible.

All around them, wood and stone buildings, designed much like the inns back at Saint, were scattered. Bustling in between the maze of buildings were a vast array of colourful people from all walks of life.

From merchants and artisans, to peasants and courtesans, troublesome children to miserly old homeless, there was a person that fit every possible description and colour.

Bright silk robes, to dull brown tunics and dresses, to literal rags. People bustled around with impromptu urgency for their own affairs.

Hei brought the cart to a stop, and both horses neighed in relief.

"You're the one that originally wanted to come here. You tell me what the plan is."

Roman chuckled, dipping his head proudly.

"Well, I'm glad you asked. I…" he trailed off.

Tony rolled his wrist, gesturing for Roman to elaborate. "Well?"

"The plan was simple. With the money I had earned" – "Stolen," corrected DJ.

"Same thing. Ahem. With the money I had earned, I was going to buy a home. Something small and affordable. Use that as my hideout until I accrued more wealth."

Tony deadpanned at him.

"Really? That's your genius plan?"

Roman inclined his head whilst making a show of dusting off his coat with his good hand.

"I'll admit, starting off small, instead of a mansion, might seem uncharacteristic for me, but even I understand the value of working my way up so as to avoid needlessly wasting my limited funds in such a frivolous manner. I too can be frugal."

Tony gaped at him while Hei sighed.

"I'll go find us an inn. Preferably one that won't be too stingy."

He had the horse move to the side of the paved road so as not to impede the bustling foot traffic before sliding off the front seat onto the ground.

"DJ. You're with me. Tony, take Roman and Neo with you and take the horse to the nearest stable and cash it in. We could go for the extra money as we don't have much. Miltia. Melanie. You come with me and hold our stuff and watch over Ruby while I try and rent us a place to stay for a few days. At least until we can get ourselves settled properly."

Roman stretched his arms overheard, revealing his bandaged stump covered in blood.

"Sure thing boss," he yawned before standing up to jump out of the cart, Neo quickly following suit.

"That means no stealing, Roman," frowned Tony who was right behind. Roman waved his stump lazily.

"Yeah, I don't think you need to tell me twice."

Tony frowned, casting a doubtful glance at his back.

"I think I will actually."

"Sheesh. Ye of little faith. I'd be careful at least! Plus, Neo's here with me."

Tony couldn't help but face-palm at Roman's cavalier attitude.

"You're already changing your story from not stealing to you won't get caught! This is why I have no faith! Roman! Are you even listening?!"

He was not, or at least, he was tuning out Tony's lecture.

Melanie forced herself to stand up and grab the small sack of rope, basic first-aid supplies and money. There wasn't much to even bother grabbing, but considering their broke state, it might as well have been a lifeline.

Miltia forced herself off of her sister and glanced down at a still sleeping Ruby who lay buried in a bunch of the dirty rags and blankets as a makeshift bed. Despite the mud, blood and trauma, she looked quite peaceful and relaxed in her vulnerable state.

Melanie shot her sister a frown once she realised what she was looking at.

"I still think we'd be better off cutting her loose."

Miltia frowned, while DJ moved past them to leave the cart.

"You know Hei won't do that, right?" He replied.

She didn't even bother throwing forth a protest at that.

Meanwhile, Hei kept explaining the plan, which ultimately wasn't much of one.

"We'll all meet back here once we're done. Don't be too curious to explore yet. We'll have plenty of time to scope out the local climate and determine what is and what isn't safe."

"And what of the criminal element?" questioned Tony, straightening out his fur jacket. Despite it being winter and snowy everywhere, it was actually quite warm surprisingly inside the walls and tightly packed people and buildings. At least, he thought so.

Hei shook his head, accepting the rest of what little money they had from Melanie.

"I'd rather us not get too involved. Especially considering our state right now."

"I meant actually if we encounter any of the local gangs and thugs. Vale is a big city, and if it's anything like Mistral, there's bound to be some big families and smaller goons around."

Hei wrapped his own jacket around himself tightly, his breath visible as he turned to face Tony, clearly not sharing his same feeling of it being a bit warm.

"Like I said. Let's just focus on establishing roots. We'll worry about everything else tomorrow once we have a good night of rest in safety. Aight?"

There was no refusing Hei, not with that tone, so Tony let it go. The man was right. They should just focus on one thing at a time for now.


With his hands steepled and his gaze directed out the large window, Ozpin stared down from the height of his office floor, the highest man-made structure in the entire city, down into the academy grounds and out beyond the rustic brick walls surrounding his Academy campus. Into the heart of Vale City.

There was no sound to be heard from him, neither of satisfaction nor discontent. The cup of Atlesian coffee sat steaming on his desk, a large timber structure kept immaculate with nary a spec of dust nor disorganised paperwork.

In the far distance, an airship began its steady journey from the city, traversing over the distant walls that surrounded the entire city, offering sanctuary from the monsters of Grimm that prowled outside in the Emerald Forest.

His eyes flickered up to the airship, locked in analysis. He watched as it slowly travelled further and further away, until finally, he spoke.

"It never ceases to amaze me, the intellect and propensity for advancement that humanity has. The sheer tenacity to overcome all odds in any field and not just persevere but thrive." He tilted his head slightly to the centre of the room, his chair in the shape of two ornate cogs cut and welded together turning with no sound. "Wouldn't you agree?"

Seated on the opposite side of his desk was his newly appointed Deputy Headmistress of Beacon, a woman with a stern complexion and hawkish eyes hidden behind a pair of equally sharp glasses, and a prim and proper posture suggesting nobility. A white blouse and deep purple skirt, complete with a silver locket adorning her neck but unobtrusive to the eye, further cemented the professional and stern demeanour she portrayed.

In the chair beside her sat a man with scruffy black hair, light stubble, and piercing red eyes that wandered around the room in boredom. A small metal flask dangled from a hand that hung lazily, propped only by the arm-rest of the seat he lay sprawled in.

The woman pursed her lips as she cast a cautious glance to the man beside her, before clearing her throat and speaking.

"To an extent, yes, Headmaster. Though, it should be noted that while some select individuals are capable of advancing our civilisation, not every individual is deserving of such praise, so lumping the actions of the dedicated few to the whole of our society would be rather ignorant and, frankly, foolish. Respectfully, sir," she added, as if it were an afterthought.

The man beside her snorted before bringing the flask up to his lips. Ozpin meanwhile merely closed his eyes and let a small smile weave itself onto his face.

"That is one way to see it. Personally, I think it extends beyond the few talented individuals that push forward the ideas to drive our civilisation forward. Take that airship, for instance." He directed her attention to the floating machine in the distance.

"Yes, it is true only a select few bright minds conceived the schematics for such a design, and they will forever be remembered in the history books to be written. But they aren't the only ones that can be credited with such an advancement. It took the understanding, and learnings, of prior generations and ancestors to grant the inventors of the airship the necessary knowledge about the use of steam-power, combined with the knowledge of Dust Crystals and how to safely and effectively harness them. None of these teachings were achieved by just one person, or even a few, but through the actions of many."

"Gotta say, you walked right into that one Glynda," chuckled the man with an amused expression built purely on Glynda's lamentable own; a grimace that reeked frustration at being lectured.

"Qrow, please. Can you not right now?"

Qrow merely shrugged, before raising the flask up to his lips to take a massive swig. The action only served to irritate Glynda even further, if the way her eye twitched was any indicator.

"Sir, while you are correct that such advancements are based on the actions of more than one person, it is still only a selective group. The vast majority of people fail to contribute anything meaningful to such endeavours. Their place and role in society is elsewhere."

Qrow stopped mid-drink to eye her critically, while Ozpin let a small chuckle escape his lips.

"That is partially true, but also quite false. Take the knowledge of Dust, and countless lives sacrificed so others could pass down their understanding of it today. And then the countless more lives that were dedicated and sacrificed to push their understanding of Dust even further. And then those that contributed to its application. From those who studied and experimented on it, to those that risk their health and wellbeing to mine it for use and study. All so another subset of people, not just individuals, but people Glynda, can further experiment with its application to create a device capable of flight. A feat unheard of until only now."

Ozpin turned towards Glynda wholly and leaned forward into his steepled hands.

"Then let's not also forget the people who learned the trades of metal-working and smithing, carpentry and engineering, just to create the components necessary to build the large balloon upon which the carriage hangs from. And not just to create such feats in construction, but also to learn how to create them in the first place, and then the work that countless others pour in to perfect these smaller, but no less important creations. And then the work that even more people put in to mining and modifying, tweaking and crafting these materials to begin with. All so another subset of people can take these already established ideas built upon the backs of generations of hard work, suffering, blood, sweat and tears, and turn them into something new, bold and fresh. Innovative."

Glynda was about to speak up, but Ozpin continued, raising a hand to cut off her interruption before it could even formulate.

"And now, let's discuss the efforts of countless more people just to assemble the airship. What about the innovations and ideas that are born of and will grow from these workers, who are no less talented in their own right? To optimise the efficiency and workload of their given tasks and projects?"

Ozpin leaned back slowly, letting his hand drop down into his lap.

"And now, if we take an even larger step back, we see the contribution of even more people just to support this already growing population of people. From the hunters and farmers that provide food, to the culinary artists that will prepare such food so it is fit and safe for consumption, but also palatable and unique to each community, thus growing our culture. Our very own unqiue identity in this harsh world. To the artisans and crafters that provide clothing and blankets to keep us warm in the winter, to surgeons that expand upon such crafts to create bandages and experiment how best to save lives."

Ozpin let loose another mirthful chuckle.

"Glynda. Don't you see? It is more than just the innovations of one person that advances our civilisation. But rather, it is the collective work and creativity of every single person that contributes to the collective whole, allowing the fostering of even more talented and creative people to further add to the cycle. That is what truly amazes me, Glynda. Not the fancy technology, nor the unique ideas. But the collective determination of everyone to contribute, to work together, to support and help each other grow, and thus be expressive in their creativity. That is humanity at its finest. That is what impresses me."

He forcibly locked eyes with her. "But what truly amazes me, Glynda, is that there is much hardship in between. From suffering and death, to famine and just a mere lack of sufficient current knowledge. Anything that can impede on people's lives, and yet! Still! People find ways to overcome and push forward. To persevere, and not just survive in this world hell-bent on consuming us all, but thrive in it. That is more than just the actions and intellect of a talented few, Glynda. That is humanity. And that is what we, as Huntsman, strive to protect. Our contribution in this whole ecosystem that we have all collectively agreed upon."

Glynda let her shoulders drop ever-so-slightly as she let loose an exasperated sigh.

"That's not what I meant sir, and I trust your judgement to know that. Of course I am aware of the hierarchy our society is built around. And without it, we wouldn't even be here right now having this conversation. But it would be remiss of me to not point out that not everyone contributes as equally to this 'ecosystem' as you put it. And frankly, the council would not be happy to hear such rhetoric coming from the Headmaster of Beacon, an academy which produces some of the strongest, if not the strongest warriors on all of Remnant. To insinuate that a mere cook contributes as much to our civilisation as someone such as the likes of Professor Polendina, or that of a miner to a Huntsman would do these people a disservice."

Qrow let a frown seep onto his face.

"Yeah, try not to say that too loud, right? Especially in front of the next person that cooks your food. Ya'know. Cos it could be the last meal you actually eat?"

Glynda pinched the bridge of her nose in exasperation, shifting her glasses up further onto her face.

"That's not at all what I am insinuating, Qrow. But different people have different contributions because of their different roles. I'm not belittling anyone, merely stating facts."

"Yeah, and so will the coroner when they list disrespect to the cook as a leading cause."

Ozpin waved his hand dismissively before going for a sip of his coffee.

"Perhaps this conversation is something you are not quite ready for then, Glynda. Another time."

Glynda pursed her lips as the Headmaster brushed the topic away, leaving her feeling as if though she were a child being lectured by her grandfather all over again. Like she was inadequate.

"Of course, Headmaster," she conceded.

Ozpin let out a content sigh as he finished taking a grandiose sip of his coffee, gently placing the cup down on the desk.

"Now. Moving onto important matters and why I've summoned you both. Qrow, if you could begin with your report."

The wild man instantly lost the aloof and carefree demeanour, placing the flask on the desk in front of him and readjusting his seating to sit properly before looking him squarely in the face.

"It's not pretty," he grimaced, his gravelly voice ominous.

Ozpin merely waved him on.

"I just came back from Saint the other day, or rather, what's left of it."

Glynda suddenly looked alarmed, and Ozpin's brow furrowed.

"Place was burnt to the ground, and Grimm were crawling everywhere. And not just a couple packs of Beowolves and Ursas. I mean full on Alphas, Nevermores, Beringels, Taijuitsus and easily hundreds, if not thousands, of the smaller guys. Place was the closest definition to hell if I ever saw one."

Ozpin bit back a curse as Qrow continued.

"No survivors in town. I came across a small group of teenagers that were a days ride from the place. That's how I knew something was up," he added before Ozpin could question how he came across the tragedy.

Ozpin leaned back into his seat, massaging his temple.

"I told the council it was a bad idea to establish these settlements so far out from the city without sufficient protection. Now look at what it's done. Gone and messed everything up."

Glynda furrowed her brows before speaking up.

"But that makes no sense for Saint to have been overrun? They had a dedicated Hunter garrison, did they not?"

"Yeah," scowled Qrow, "a garrison of thirty people to look over six-thousand."

"But the Huntsmen patrols?" she started.

"Too expensive to field for a single town." Ozpin frowned. "At least according to the council. Having them patrol lands already deemed cleared was considered a misappropriation of Crown Resources. So, instead of having a dedicated number of teams of Huntsmen for the entire frontier, we instead have what, Qrow? One team to manage eleven frontier settlements?"

"Actually, it was two four-man teams. Not even enough to make a dedicated Guild," he offered glumly.

Glynda was appalled, and she couldn't help her wide eyes and gaping mouth.

"B-but?! Why?"

Ozpin pursed his lips. "I just said. The council deemed it too expensive. Especially considering how at-risk our borders are with the ongoing conflict with Menagerie."

"That makes no sense. We aren't even at war with Menagerie. It's Mistral and Vacuo!" she exclaimed.

Ozpin grimaced sadly.

"It's a show of strength, intended to deter any opportunistic moves by the other Kingdoms in case things begin to look like they are getting out of hand."

Glynda let loose a frustrated sigh, gripping the hem of her skirt until her knuckles began to go white.

"Vale is neutral. We have made that point quite clear to all the other Kingdoms, and Menagerie is supposed to respect that."

Qrow reached for his flask.

"That ain't how the real world works. People are anxious, and the politicians and noble houses are all spooked. Besides, everything coming out of Mistral is painting these Menagerians as some pretty savage folks. I can see why the council would want to boost their border security, what with such aggressive neighbours moving in." He levelled a pointed look at Ozpin.

"Doesn't make it right to be at the expense of the frontier villages though."

Ozpin reciprocated it with a firm nod.

"Something I will be bringing to the council's attention when I have my next meeting with them."

"You better," added Qrow, bringing the flask to his lips.

"That makes the seventh settlement these past two months to have been hit."

"Seven?!" Glynda looked mortified.

"Yeah," grunted Qrow, wiping his lips with the back of his hand.

"While you're up here preaching equity bullshit to the new students, people are out there getting slaughtered Glynda."

Before he could react, Glynda's hand shot out and snatched the flask from his hands, ripping it far away from him.

"Hey!" He protested.

"I think you've had enough to drink," she shot with a withering glare, before capping the bottle and placing it on the table as far from Qrow's reach as possible.

"I was drinking that?! Give it back!" Qrow leaned over Glynda, arms outstretched like a child upset at having their toy taken from them, though the comparison was more fitting than Ozpin would admit aloud.

"Qrow, please. Behave."

"Why am I the one in trouble?! She stole it from me," he whined pathetically.

He went ignored as Ozpin continued, though Glynda did push her arm up into his ribcage to try and push him off of her.

"These frontier settlements were crucial to securing the confidence of the council to consider expansion. The loss of these towns is going to cause many issues going forward with the Mount Glenn Initiative."

Qrow slumped back into his seat, but not before shooting Ozpin an irritated glare.

"Is that what you're worried about? The council's new housing scheme?"

"Mount Glenn is more than a housing scheme. It is a chance for humanity as a whole to expand. Vale is too overburdened by her excessive population. The outer settlements are constantly fighting for survival, and the frontier towns are practically an exile and a death sentence for most people. Mount Glenn is supposed to be the new Vale City. A fortress against the Grimm, while being a home for the vast majority of our burgeoning population."

He sighed, already dreading his future interaction with the council.

"Saint, like the other frontier towns, was a trial run to test housing a larger population closer to the frontier, but considering how that went, I fear the council will try to pull funding, defence and other initiatives from Mount Glenn."

"What? Like they did with Saint? Oz, the only reason Saint was a cock-up in the first place was because the council didn't even give Saint, or hardly any of these settlements for that matter, funding and defence to begin with! All Saint was was just a dumping ground for the homeless! You mean to tell me they won't learn anything from this at all?! These are peoples lives we're talking about here, Oz!"

Qrow was borderline furious, but so was Ozpin.

"Oh, if I have anything to say about it, they most certainly will. I will leverage my position on the Council to force Councilman Powderman to resign, and I will claim his seat on the council to ensure a catastrophe of this magnitude never happens again."

Qrow did a double-take in shock. Even Glynda looked surprised, even if she was more composed in her outward presentation.

"Wait, what? You can do that?"

"Glynda," began Ozpin, his face devoid of any warmth.

"As Huntsmen, our duty isn't to any singular Kingdom, but to humanity as a whole and her survival. By any means, and at any cost. We work with the Crown to help enforce order and security where need be, and we help create and train Hunters for the Kingdom's use as they see fit. But it is the strength of Huntsmen and Huntresses that they rely on to keep the Grimm at bay, and to deter the threat of war between other Kingdoms and groups."

Ozpin stared directly into Glynda's eyes, and for the first time she felt herself falter.

"The Atlas Institute and Beacon Academy have close ties. Our relationship is beneficial to Atlas, but more so to Vale as we are not as militarised and industrialised as our northern partners. One thing I am grateful for, actually. Therefore, the Crown cannot afford to alienate us. Not unless they want to jeopardise our bipartisan support, defence pacts, and financial aid obligations. To refuse my demands would mean to strain Vales ties with Atlas, and that is not something the Crown, nor the Council will risk doing. Not now, anyways."

His gaze softened slightly.

"So Yes, Glynda, I can force Councilman Powderman to resign, and then claim his seat on the council if it means preventing more tragic loss of life."

He broke his gaze with Glynda's and reached for his coffee, taking a slow and deliberate sip.

Glynda and Qrow both shared an uneasy glance.

"That seems… highly undemocratic?" stated Glynda tentatively.

"Glynda. As Huntsmen, our duty is first and foremost to safeguard humanity and ensure its survival."

Ozpin grabbed the corner of his glasses to straighten them, maintaining a stony expression.

"I advocate for democracy and free will of Humanity, but not at the expense of its survival. The council has but one task. To ensure the safety and prosperity of the Kingdom of Vale. If they cannot achieve that one task, then I have no choice but to step up and assist in the endeavour."

At Glynda's uneasy face, he continued.

"I am not a fan of having to exert my power in a way that seems to undermine our democracy, but we must all do whatever it takes to preserve our race. Even if that means involving ourselves in politics. Besides, what I have proposed isn't wholly illegal. As Headmaster, I am technically entitled to a seat on the council."

Qrow let out a throaty laugh, a grin plastering across his face.

"Finally! Some good news! You show 'em Oz."

Rather than look relieved, Ozpin suddenly looked much older, like there was a great weight resting upon his shoulders.

"I am a strong advocate for democracy Qrow. But I am a stronger advocate for humanity. I don't make this call lightly."

Qrow shrugged.

"It's not like it's illegal to hold two positions. Pretty much all the other Kingdoms do with their Headmasters."

"That's not the issue, Qrow. I do disdain having to use my influence in such an unseemly manner."

Ozpin let loose a scoff as reached for his coffee, only to nurse it in his hands rather than drink it.

"Forgive me, if I may sir? But why did you not claim the council seat earlier during the General Elections as was your right as Headmaster?"

"Because, Glynda, I am a very busy man, and I would like to have some faith in our duly elected, and most certainly competent council-members, to do their job. Because I am an advocate for free will, and letting our Kingdom makes its own decisions free from unnecessary influence is what I strive for this Kingdom to be. But alas, it appears I cannot."

Glynda frowned, all while Qrow leaned back into his seat, eyeing Ozpin curiously.

"I will claim Councilman Powderman's seat and hold it until the next General Election. I will make it explicitly clear to the remaining council-members and noble families that any interference into the livelihood of Vales citizens is an egregious betrayal of their oaths, and I will duly remind them that not only does such negligence constitute treason, it also indicates to our trusted Allies that the same trust cannot be extended towards us. Specifically, this council. And in that case, then Atlas will pull its support from Vale."

Qrow whistled, impressed.

"I'm sure they will see reason once I explain that not only will they have lost out on such a substantial investment in the endeavour that is Mount Glenn, they will not receive any returns for it. If anything, they will be in debt to the noble families, AND Atlas, who I hear these days is pretty strict when it comes to collecting on any payments and debts owed."

"And thus all of the council-members lose favour with the nobles, investors and merchants that invested heavily into this project," concluded Glynda.

"Among others," nodded Ozpin.

Qrow whistled.

"And that's not counting the defence pacts, trade deals and the like. Damn. I'd say that's pretty ingenius. But, I do have one concern. What if the council refuses to play ball?"

It was Glynda's turn to snort.

"And commit to what amounts to political suicide? Doubtful."

Qrow waved his hands placatingly.

"Hey, hey, now. I'm just voicing my thoughts is all. I know you're connected pretty well to the King, Oz, but these councilmembers have powerful connections in their own rights. Things could turn messy real quick."

Ozpin slowly turned around in his chair to look out the window, nursing the same cup of coffee.

"Like I said earlier, Qrow. Humanity's survival takes precedence, and any that are willing to jeopardise it must be removed. Permanently, if need be. Now, are there any more details I need to be aware of, Qrow?"

He grimaced as he filed Ozpins words away.

"There is one thing, actually, Ozpin. These settlements being wiped out? There's something else going on."

Ozpin instantly had the chair wheeled back to face Qrow.

"Explain."

It was an order.

"Nearly all of the towns wiped out seemed to have a pattern to them. They weren't just normal Grimm attacks. They were overwhelmed. Every single place had such an overwhelming presence of high tier Grimm. Almost as if…"

"- They were coordinated," finished Ozpin.

Qrow looked stunned for a second, before nodding. "Yeah."

"If there is indeed a pattern, then I fear the Queen has decided to stop playing the waiting game and is on the move again," frowned Ozpin.

"Are we certain these aren't just mindless Grimm attacks? It's the frontier for a reason," frowned Glynda, not entirely convinced.

"If it was just a single town, I'd be more inclined to agree. But Grimm aren't coordinated to the extent that these towns are being destroyed at. There aren't any survivors, and every place is razed to the ground," explained Qrow. "Well, with the exception of those kids I mentioned I came across."

"But what does this Queen hope to achieve? These are just frontier towns, and I don't mean that as disrespect," placated Glynda upon seeing the look Qrow was giving her.

Ozpin sighed.

"That is something I would like to know as well. Unfortunately, the exact specifics are as of yet unknown."

He looked up.

"What is known, however, is that these attacks push our expansion and growth back tremendously. This Kingdom cannot continue to survive at the current rate if we don't manage to open up some more land for agriculture and settlement purposes."

Qrow grimaced as he leaned back into his own seat.

"And so here we are, back to square one and chasing our tails. Ha," he let loose a mirthless chuckle.

"Hell of an uphill battle we got."

"Which is why we need more eyes on the ground. Once I speak with the council, I'll need you back out there. If we can uncover what is going on, we will stand a better chance at weathering all of this."

"Gonna need more than just a set of eyes, Oz," warned Qrow, shooting his superior a rather pointed look.

"I will deal with the logistics, Qrow. For now, write me up a detailed report of your findings that I can present to the council. While I can brute force my way into getting what I want, having documentation and evidence can go a long way into getting me more long-term support."

Qrow couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"Yeah and how's that been going lately?"

Ozpin chuckled but didn't answer.

Glydna shot Qrow a rebuking expression. "It's isn't like we don't have allies, Qrow. Not everyone is an enemy."

He returned her glare with eyebrows raised in amusement.

"Just an obstacle then?"

"Hopefully neither," interrupted Ozpin.

"If I may, sir? If this is the Queen, then what is her next target, and when?"

It was a valid question. And a very concerning one, especially with lives on the balance. Unfortunately, it was one that made Ozpin clearly uncomfortable.

"That," grimaced Ozpin, "is the question I would like to know the answer to as well, Glynda…."


So, the next chapter will be at least a month away. No more than two, but by then it will be weekly chapters. Hopefully, anyways. Reason I'm not releasing the next chapters now is because, like I said, they are still undergoing editing and revising.

Otherwise, I hope you enjoyed this one. See you (hopefully) soon with some new chapters in the next bit!

Peace out.