Chapter 19: Thus The Gears Turn

"In the past few weeks, we as a planet have realized that our world is not as safe as we would like to believe." Circe Ithaca began her press conference. "Our enemies are not just the monsters of darkness that haunt our dreams. No, the Vytal Festival has made it clear to us that there are foes in the shadows whom are clever enough to use the Grimm to their own advantage to stir up more chaos and bloodshed."

"People of Remnant, never once have I wanted to believe that people, whether they be human or faunus, were capable of such things. I have wanted to believe, with all my heart, that in a world like ours, we are capable of setting aside our darker desires for the sake of cooperation and survival. And yet, here we are, still trying to move forward from one of the most devastating mass attacks in our world's history: an attack caused not just by the Grimm, not just by humans, and not just by faunus, but by evil, plain and simple."

"However," Circe continued, "on that day, I did not just see evil emerge from the dark. I saw hope emerge as well. I saw students who had no business being on the battlefield, choose to stay and fight anyway for one reason: because it was the right thing to do."

"Like you, I saw the videos of what happened that night. And beyond the terror I felt for all those innocent people caught up in such violence, I tell you right now, I felt immense pride for the students of the Huntsmen Academies. Students who had been reviled by the perpetrators as incapable of carrying themselves with honor who then answered the call and helped save the people of Vale."

"But beneath all of that pride, a lingering question began surfacing: 'how can I help?'" Circe revealed. "Yes, how can I help these students, whom can only do so much with the weapons at their disposal."

"People of Remnant, a few days ago, I had something of a revelation, one which I shared with Beacon's headmaster, Professor Ozpin. There is a way that I can help, and there's a way that you can help as well. Today, I would like to announce the creation of the Aid For Training Program. I intend to devote myself and this program to the creation of and sponsoring fundraisers to provide more aid and funding to the Huntsmen Academies, to make sure our future protectors have access to even greater training than they had before."

"I come here today, to ask that the Headmasters of the academies, and the people of Remnant, to join me in providing aid to these young, rising heroes." Circe called. "We cannot fight, but that does not make us useless. That does not mean we cannot help. Let us devote ourselves to the battle in other ways. And this time, let's take the fight to those who hide in the darkness, and bring them to justice!"

A round of applause broke out in front of Circe. Ruby Rose just smiled as she watched the press conference on her scroll, flanked by all of her friends. She looked over her shoulder at Pyrrha Nikos. "I gotta say, Pyrrha, your aunt really knows how to give a good speech. I mean, I'm definitely pumped up." She noted.

Pyrrha smiled. "She's definitely in top form this morning." She acknowledged.

The door to class opened up and in walked Hansel Kobalt, all business as usual. "Alright, enough DustTube surfing." Hansel told them. "We've got work to do."

"Hey, Professor Kobalt, did you hear the good news?" Ruby excitedly asked.

Hansel raised an eyebrow. "Did all the bad guys in the world drop dead from some sort of mass heart attack?" He asked curiously.

"That was morbid, and no." Yang Xiao Long responded. "Ms. Ithaca's starting a program to raise more funds for the Huntsmen Academies. She wants to try and help our schools out in any way she can."

This caught Hansel's interest. He then shrugged. "Well, more funding would let us conduct more field exercises and get us more state of the art equipment for training." He admitted. "But, I hope she's got someone advising her on how to properly use that funding. Issues related to the academies can't be solved by just throwing more money at them."

"Money can be an effective weapon." Lie Ren sagely pointed out. "But only if you know how to properly use it, just like any other weapon."

Hansel nodded in agreement. "Okay," he said, "as always, we'll kick off today with a sparring session."

"Today, I want to see…" Hansel took a look around his students and immediately made his choice. "...Rose and Daichi, both of you front and center."

Yatsuhashi frowned. "If I may, sir, are you sure facing off against a first year is safe?"

"Rose seems fond of hitting outside her weight class, Daichi. Might as well give her what she wants if she thinks it'll help her improve." Hansel looked at Ruby, who instinctively pouted at that small jab at her recklessness.

Yatsuhashi gave Ruby a smile. "You're talented, Ruby." He complimented. "I'm sure you'll give me a good fight."

Ruby smiled right back as the two made their way to the arena. "I'm going to do more than give you a good fight, Yatsuhashi." Ruby promised. "I intend to win."

Yatsuhashi chuckled as the two reached the arena, standing across from each other. Hansel then spoke up. "Usual rules, go until one of you can't continue any longer. Daichi, I expect you to not hold back, same goes for you Rose."

"Begin!" Hansel yelled as Ruby and Yatsuhashi leapt towards each other.

While the next generation Circe spoke so fondly of continued to progress toward becoming what they were meant to be, in another part of Remnant, a group with more sinister intentions were slowly making their move as well.

Salem smirked as a very imposing figure entered her group's meeting room. His face was covered with what appeared to be a regular mask with the shape of a diamond carved into a forehead, but also the design of a king's crown adorning the top of it. He also wore heavy red royal robes.

"So a different leader of Gray Jackal has graced me with his presence this time?" She mused. "I was under the impression that the Queen of Hearts was suited for these matters?"

"The Queen of Hearts is busy tendering her opposition to Circe Ithaca's recent proposal to raise more funding for the academies." The behemoth of a man responded.

Salem sounded surprised. "Oh?" She said. "It appears I need to ask Arthur to better our spy network. It seems we've fallen behind in our information gathering."

"I'm sure that scientist had every intention of contacting you. It was quite a recent announcement. As an organization that has agents everywhere that move in the light, I'm afraid it's simply inevitable that an organization that hides in the dark could not hope to keep up with us."

Salem frowned now. "I'd appreciate if you did not look down on my subordinates. They go through much for my sake."

"My apologies, I simply speak my truth." The man bowed, looking around. "Where are they? This place seems emptier than what the Queen told me before."

"Tyrian is busy searching for the Spring Maiden. Cinder is training what Maiden powers she has. Arthur is busy meeting with our informants. And Hazel is sparring with the young Adam Taurus, who's getting used to his new arm."

"Ah, yes, I'd heard that he had lost an arm to the Blue Demon." The behemoth chuckled. "It appears we both have had to suffer from that boy's interference."

Salem sighed. "So it would seem," she mused, "but enough lamenting, let's get down to business."

The behemoth took a seat at the other end of the table. "First, allow me to introduce myself. I am called the King of Diamonds, leader of Gray Jackal's combat division. Ace of Spades and Jack of Clubs are incredibly busy with their own duties, and with Queen of Hearts becoming even busier in her public life than usual, the duty to represent our organization fell to me."

"And so here you are." Salem politely noted with a smirk. "First a queen, now a king."

"Now then," Salem continued, "I did hear of the death of Don Anthonio Corleone. It appears you've unfortunately experienced a setback."

The King of Diamonds quickly brushed the matter off. "While we did unfortunately lose some weapons, it is of no concern. We had always planned on disposing of the Don and his organization when our deal was concluded anyway."

Salem seemed surprised at this. "Really?"

The King of Diamonds chuckled. "In fact, we disposed of Corleone ourselves thanks to some technology we stole a while back. The fool thought himself untouchable as long as he supplied us weapons. However, he was living on borrowed time as soon as we began our arrangement. He clearly underestimated how effective our assassination unit was...and we did not even need to reveal ourselves."

"I see," Salem mused, "I suppose an organization that claims to 'work hidden in the light' would have to cover their tracks."

The King of Diamonds just chuckled. "Of course, we are more than willing to share our weapons, Salem. With your failure in Vale, perhaps you could use a little assistance?"

Salem narrowed her eyes. The King of Diamonds was briefly taken aback by a powerful bloodlust sent his way before frowning behind his mask. "I meant no disrespect, Salem." He said calmly. "We are comrades now, allies. I simply believe you would benefit from our aid."

Salem calmed herself. "Do not presume to tell me what it is I need, regardless of where you stand with me, King of Diamonds." Salem told him.

King of Diamonds raised a hand in defense. "My apologies, I suppose as royalty myself, I can understand your frustration at being given any suggestions. I should remind you though, effective rulers listen to the advice of their advisors."

Salem still glared at the King of Diamonds. King of Diamonds sighed. "Anyway," he said, "my offer is still open. We're comrades after all, and considering our agents that have made their way into everyday society, we're quite useful to you."

"I have agents of my own that have integrated into society." Salem insisted.

"Agents who only exist to undermine Ozpin." The King of Diamonds corrected. "While I do agree that Ozpin is the greatest threat to our plans, our true enemy is society as a whole."

Salem was now interested. "Society as a whole?"

"I'm sure you remember the Queen of Hearts' interest in tearing down society as a whole and rebuilding, no?" The King of Diamonds inquired curiously. "We may be considered terrorists, Salem, but we do more than just destroy. We rebuild as well."

"Please," the King of Diamonds continued, "take some time to consider my offer. Let us help you in your own goals. After all, we now officially have a mutual hindrance in the form of that brat. We remove both him and Ozpin, and nothing will be able to stop us."

"Not just them, there's a girl with Silver Eyes." Salem explained.

"Ah, that old legend." The King of Diamonds was audibly interested.

"We've dealt with their kind before." Salem noted. "As long as just one of them still exists and can use their powers, they're a threat."

"Indeed, I'll have my agents keep an eye out for this one as well." The King of Diamonds promised. "After all, assassination is one of our specialties."

"I must advise you to wait on that, actually." Salem told him. "Ozpin is focusing heavily on her development, that means she's probably being protected as much as the girl he chose to be the new Fall Maiden. Acting that rashly will draw Ozpin's attention. He cannot know that we have teamed up."

"And why is that?"

"Because one of the issues with acting in the light is that it is easy to be uncovered." Salem smirked. "And if you're uncovered, we will be uncovered."

The King of Diamonds sighed. "Then I suppose we will have to work towards a balance now that light and shadow have become one in this union." He mused. "Very well, Salem, we won't go after this girl just yet. We will simply focus on undermining the kingdoms as usual."

"From the light, yes?" Salem chuckled.

"Indeed." The King of Diamonds rose from his seat.

"Leaving so soon?" Salem was surprised. "But I feel like you just got here."

"I have other business to attend to I'm afraid." The King of Diamonds admitted. "Rallying for a revolution can be rather time consuming. But, it's a necessity for someone like me."

"Someone like you?" Salem smiled. "I wonder just who it is behind that mask."

"Secrecy is important to us." The King of Diamonds admitted. "The only people who know of my true identity are my fellow leaders and the higher ups in my own division. I'm afraid for the time being that's how it must stay."

"Good day, Salem."

The King of Diamonds exited the meeting room, meeting up with three individuals who's masks read "4", "7", and "10." The quartet silently made their way back to an airship that was parked on a cliff just outside of her dark castle. As they entered the craft, the King opened his scroll and quickly dialed a number.

"It's me," he said, "the meeting is over. You were right, she's far more unstable than she appears. Just a spoiled child who never grew up."

The King of Diamonds looked out the window at the dark castle before chuckling. "Using her for our ends is going to be a far easier matter than I thought. My apologies, Queen, it seems I underestimated your ability to read people."

"Anyway," King continued, "tell Ace to keep her blade sharpened and her mind and body strong. Eventually Salem's going to have to be removed from play."

"No, I'm not talking of the future too soon," King said after a moment of listening to the other end, "that woman has no goal. I can tell just from my interactions with her. Why she's able to command such loyalty is beyond me, when all she wants to do is simply destroy. What a boring archenemy Ozpin has been cursed with."

"So," King changed the subject, "has Jack managed to make any breakthroughs in improving the serum? The more soldiers we can create the better."

King listened to the other end before he heaved a sigh. "Still no progress? Then perhaps now might be the time to pull the plug on Jack's research? Or simply turn his attention to something he can actually succeed in?"

"No, I know that Jack is hellbent on perfecting the serum. But he has consistently failed to do so. That man has fields of expertise in other forms of science. If he cannot perfect the serum at this rate, just make him do something else while that brain of his is still useful to us." King ordered.

"Oh, and if you're not too busy, check in with our agents in the other kingdoms." King told Queen. "With Corleone gone, the one thing that does worry me is that brat, Hansel, has his hands on the device we used to execute him. The fool thought it was a tracking device for us to come to his aid when he needs us, but in reality, we were making sure the loose end that was Corleone could be tied up with ease."

"If Hansel finds out where that device came from, we need to be prepared." The King of Diamonds frowned behind his mask. That brat really had been a thorn in their side for too long.

The King of Diamonds then frowned, hearing the Queen's response. "Hmm? Don't kill him just yet, you say? I'm aware that one wants to deal with Hansel personally, but if he keeps ruining our operations…"

"Oh?" The King of Diamonds' eyes widened in realization. "You speak of the news that the boy is a teacher now? Yes, Salem did mention something about a Silver Eyed Huntress-in-training. So, that brat is training the girl?"

"I see," the King of Diamonds smirked, "let Hansel continue to train the brat and we can use her against Salem. Ace won't even have to get involved."

"But my point stands, if he gets in our way again, and he will, we will have to retaliate."

As the airship flew away from Salem's domain, it was briefly viewed by Adam Taurus and Hazel Rainart, who had finished their sparring match. "Is that Gray Jackal's airship?" Adam asked curiously.

Hazel nodded. "A truly beautiful piece of machinery." He acknowledged. "I suppose it's one of the benefits of being able to operate 'in the light,' as that Queen of Hearts so eloquently put the first time we all met."

Hazel gazed at Adam. "Tell me," he said, "as a member of the White Fang, how much do you know about Gray Jackal?"

Adam frowned slightly. "Why would you think I know anything about them?"

"Does the White Fang not follow the actions of other organizations that operate outside the law?" Hazel raised an eyebrow.

Adam shook his head. "There's nothing to follow." Adam replied. "Gray Jackal...they're more a boogeyman than an actual terrorist cell. The White Fang...and everyone else for that matter, they know the name, but nobody knows what their actual goal is. When you told me what the Queen of Hearts told you...her dream of a more fair and just world, I was admittedly surprised, but also infuriated."

"Infuriated?"

"The right to building a fair and just world...that right belongs to the faunus." Adam responded. "What right does a human have to want to create something more fair and just?"

Hazel shook his head. "Never forget that pain does not discriminate. The Queen of Hearts may have very well experienced something truly painful and unforgivable herself." He sagely pointed out.

Adam fell silent at that statement. Hazel was in no way interested in an argument, so he changed the subject. "How's your new arm?" He inquired. "Have you grown used to it."

Adam gazed at the pure black prosthetic that had replaced the old one he had lost. "Yeah," he responded, "it works like new. As much as I despise that damn doctor, he knows his stuff."

Hazel sighed. "Watts can be rather...abrasive."

Adam snarled. "Abrasive doesn't describe him." He replied. "Every chance he took, he criticized me for my recklessness, compared me to Cinder in how we both were overly spiteful individuals."

Hazel sighed. "Well, that's the pot calling the kettle black." He muttered.

Adam then smirked. "Still, I must admit he knows how to get the job done. Makes up for the fact that Lady Salem wanted to give me a Grimm prosthetic instead. My sword draws are even faster than before." He snarled again. "The next time I run into that bastard, Hansel, he'll die."

Hazel shook his head. "I'm not sure if Her Grace has told you this, but she's actually interested in recruiting Hansel Kobalt. None will be taking his head."

Adam stiffened at this. Just as quickly, he relaxed and nodded in understanding. "If that is what Her Grace wishes." He responded. "However, if I get another shot at him, I can't promise he'll be a pleasant sight for her to look at."

"It appears you are taking to your new role as another piece on Her Grace's chessboard." Hazel noted. "That is good."

Adam paused before nodding. "When Cinder had promised me a face-to-face meeting with her master, I have to admit, I had not expected any of this." He said. "But Her Grace has not only given me my strength back, she has also granted me a place at the table in this new world she intends to create, and all I must do is follow her will when asked."

Hazel nodded, satisfied with Adam's answer. "Then the faunus revolution no longer holds meaning to you?" He inquired.

"You misunderstand me, Hazel." Adam responded. "It is the revolution that motivates me to carry out Lady Salem's will."

"In order to create, one must first destroy." Adam pointed out. "Humanity destroyed the faunus to build their kingdoms. I will help remake this world by destroying humanity's power. If serving Lady Salem will make me the savior my people need, then so be it."

"Your focus is exactly where it needs to be, good." Hazel nodded once more. "Don't think I've forgotten you muttering that girl's name while delirious, Adam. The last thing any of us need is for you to forget your duties."

Adam fell silent, choosing his next words wisely. "My promise to Blake still stands, I intend to destroy everything she loves." He vowed. "However, Her Grace has...put things into perspective for me."

Hazel was surprised. He was not aware that Salem had sought out Adam for a one-on-one meeting. The fact that Salem was that interested in his development was news to him. "Blake will not cloud my judgement, not when I have a great duty to undertake. The only reason I plan to make her suffer was because she betrayed me, betrayed her people, not because I am entitled to her." Adam explained. "Whatever happens to Blake from here on out...is because she is to be rewarded as a traitor deserves."

Hazel nodded in understanding, realizing what had happened. I continue to underestimate you, My Lady. He noted, gazing at the dark castle above him. You caught onto Adam's darker obsessions and nipped them in the bud. Perhaps this defeat has made us stronger as a group. Had Adam succeeded in his own machinations, he might've spiraled off the path you had laid out for him. Let his darker desires rule him, to the point where he'd become a liability.

Now, he is truly the revolutionary force he is meant to be, all because you have taken the time to nurture that aspect of his personality. And you had the chance to do so because of his failure. He was ripe for molding.

And yet...I still can't for the life of me understand your desire to recruit Hansel Kobalt. Just what are you planning for that boy?

Back at Beacon Academy, Yatsuhashi Daichi fell onto his back, Crescent Rose aimed at his neck. Ruby panted, unable to believe that her plan worked and she had her upperclassman pinned. "Y-yield!" Ruby demanded before adding meekly. "Please?"

Yatsuhashi smiled, genuinely happy for Ruby's growth. He liked her, after all. She was kind to Velvet, always looked out for her whenever the rest of Team CFVY could not. "I yield." He said respectfully.

"Hell yeah!" Yang let out a cheer. "That's my little sis!"

Ruby looked over at Hansel expectantly. She saw the genuine surprise on his face. "How was that, Professor?" She asked. "We did well, right?"

Hansel raised an eyebrow. "We? Oh, you mean you and Daichi." He realized.

Hansel thought back to the match and remembered something particularly impressive. Rose kept him off balance throughout that entire fight. He noted. She took Daichi's strength and used it against him. Not only that, but she managed to outpace him with her Semblance.

Hansel narrowed his eyes. As far as size goes, Corleone weighed more than Daichi. He remembered. Did Rose figure out the best way to beat someone of massive size from fighting Corleone?

It wouldn't be too far fetched. Hansel admitted. She managed to create effective hand-to-hand techniques incorporated with her Semblance from watching me do it once. Seeing this though, I can't really deny it any longer, she really is a kinetic learner, like me.

"Umm...Professor?" Ruby looked at Hansel, noting his furrowed brow and contemplative look.

Hansel's eyes widened, realizing he had been spacing out. "You did well, Rose." He spoke up quickly. "While I had expected you to put up a fight, I honestly had not expected you to win."

Hansel folded his arms. "And here was me thinking you don't pay attention in class. Your fighting style is evolving very quickly."

Ruby rubbed her head in embarrassment. "Well, after that kick flip worked out so well back at the Neverland Gorge, I wanted to see if I could try some other new things."

Definitely learns from experience. Hansel nodded. You and your team struggled with a big guy, so you decided to experiment with how to fight other big guys.

Hansel looked over at Daichi, who was getting to his feet. "I must seem so pathetic." Daichi muttered. "As strong as Ruby is, I have no right to lose as the upperclassman. I should be setting a better example to her."

Hansel shook his head. "You did your best." He promised. "You are trying to incorporate adding more balance to your fighting style to avoid being taken off guard. And now that Rose has won by making you lose your balance, you now know that this is a necessity."

Hansel folded his arms. "Of course, I'm not going to sugar-coat it. You lost. But the good news is, you understand why you lost. Me reiterating it will only make me sound like a broken record."

"And Rose, don't get cocky." Hansel turned to her. "You caught Daichi off guard, yes, but other than speed, he beats you in everything else. Today's match went your way. But honestly, if I made you two spar a hundred times before the year was up, I'd say you'd win between 30-40 matches with Daichi winning the others."

Rose looked down. Hansel sighed. "But listen," he continued, "oftentimes, you only get one fight with the enemy. Following that logic, you won the only time it mattered."

Hansel walked past Ruby, patting her on the shoulder. "You did well," he promised, "just remember you're still behind many of your classmates, prodigy or no prodigy. But the fact you managed to pull out a win the way you did was impressive. Professor Ozpin once told me that overcoming the odds is key to becoming a great Huntsmen. But keep up your training and you can tip the odds further in your favor."

"Never forget that if hard work can improve your chances of victory from 40% to 50%, or even 40% to 41%, then it's worth the effort." Hansel advised before turning his attention back to the class. "I hope the rest of you got something out of this spar as well."

As Ruby and Yatsuhashi made their way back to their seat, Hansel continued to speak. "Now then," he said, "while Rose and Daichi catch their breath. I want to take this opportunity to go over Semblance theory. I trust you've all had a chance to research the matter yourselves?"

Hansel saw the nods among his class before nodding himself. "Good, I would like to discuss your findings. Afterwards, let's spend the rest of class trying to apply what you've found in your own Semblances."

"Uh, sir, what if we haven't got our Semblances yet?" Jaune raised his hand and asked.

"Then I hope your research was on unlocking Semblances, Arc." Hansel responded bluntly.

As Hansel prepared to open the floor to discussion, he felt his scroll vibrate in his pocket. He pulled the scroll out and saw a message from Dr. Oobleck.

Come to my office after your first class. We need to talk about the device you brought me.

Hansel's eyes widened. Oobleck had finally made progress. "What's up with the shocked look, Teach?" Yang teased. "Girlfriend troubles?"

Hansel glared at Yang. "Not even close Xiao Long." He said before sighing. "Sorry about that, important message on different matters. Now, let's begin our discussion."

Elsewhere, as Hansel continued his class, veteran Huntsmen Qrow Branwen was conducting his own duties in his favorite place in the world: a bar.

As the beloved uncle of Ruby and Yang downed the last of the current glass of booze in front of him, a pretty young waitress came by and placed another glass of alcohol in front of him. Qrow smiled up at the waitress. "Not that I don't appreciate it, and I certainly planned on ordering another drink, but I don't remember asking for this." He noted.

"From the red-eyed lady upstairs, sir." The waitress gestured upstairs.

If Qrow was surprised by that description, he did not show it. He simply took the glass and rose from his seat. "Upstairs, right? And you're sure she had red eyes?"

The waitress nodded, now confused. "And her hair, was it black?"

The waitress nodded again. Qrow was now frowning, annoyed by a very simple fact: apparently, he now had a family reunion to deal with.

Qrow walked upstairs and found himself face to face with the red-eyed, dark-haired woman sitting at a table with a mysterious smile on her face. A mask was seated in front of her on the table.

Qrow heaved a sigh as he walked over to the table. "What do you want, Raven?" He asked his twin sister.

Raven Branwen looked hurt. "What, can't a girl talk to family?"

Qrow scowled, clearly having no time for Raven's attitude. "She can, but you're not family. You made that perfectly clear when you ran from Tai and Yang." He bluntly told her.

Raven frowned at Qrow's bluntness. She then got down to why she was here. "I'm here because of Yang." She promised. "I'm here as a mother concerned for her daughter's education."

Qrow snorted. "Oh, so now you decide to act like a proper mom." He mocked before adding, completely serious. "Raven, if you came here to tell me how full of crap Oz is, I'm in no mood for listening."

Raven glared at her brother. "Don't play games with me, Qrow, that's not what I'm here for." She told him.

Qrow glared back. "Oh? Then what are you here for, Ms. Mother of the Year?" He continued to mock.

"I heard who Beacon's new combat professor is." Raven revealed. "Would you like to explain to me why Hansel Kobalt is teaching at Beacon?"

"And just how in the world did you hear that?" Qrow asked suspiciously. "Last time I checked, bandits don't watch TV much."

Raven smirked. "Did you really think you're the only one with informants, dear brother?" She was now mocking him. "It was certainly a happy accident, but it seems in a twist of fate, my men discovered Hansel Kobalt's status at the Neverland Gorge."

Qrow narrowed his eyes, realizing what had happened. "You used my own spy network against me." He growled.

"It wasn't hard, underworld men are so easy to manipulate." Raven countered. "I knew you'd pass on that information to Ozpin, and then he would send someone after Corleone, which meant we could go in and take what we needed."

Qrow took a deep breath, calming himself down. "So," he said, "the news has indeed reached the wretched hive of scum and villainy that is the world of bandits?"

Raven glared at her brother. "Don't you dare speak of them that way." She demanded. "Our tribe raised us."

Qrow rolled his eyes. "Frankly, I don't care, Raven, they were a bunch of murderers who used us to murder more people to cover their sorry asses."

Raven scoffed. "Spare me your moral preening, Qrow. You didn't have a problem with it back then, and you don't seem to have an issue with Ozpin having a member of a family of murderers in his services."

Qrow glared at Raven for that statement. "You don't even know what really happened to the Kobalt Family, Raven. And you certainly don't know Hansel. Whatever sins that family's got, you leave the kid out of them. He's his own man."

Raven glared right back. "I know enough to know that family deserves the title of: 'The Cursed Family.' The family of scientists who drove themselves mad with their own research. The family that paved the way for more bloodshed with their actions."

Qrow sighed. "That all may be true, but at least they were trying to make a difference." He said before adding harshly. "You ran away from it all as soon as things got tough for you."

Raven frowned. "So their actions were fine because they were for the greater good? Now I know why Ozpin took to Hansel so quickly." She mocked.

Qrow shook his head. "That's not what I meant. The Kobalts went too far in their research, and they certainly had way too much faith in what humanity would do with what they built before...whatever it was that happened. But they became 'cursed' because of their own obsessions, not because of what they gave humanity. We chose to misuse their gifts."

Raven smiled at Qrow's behavior. "You surprise me, Qrow, I haven't seen you get this defensive in a long time."

Raven then continued, trying to get Qrow to her side. "But tell me, can you really say with a straight face that you trust that boy with your nieces?" She asked. "With Summer's daughter? My daughter?"

Raven sighed. "You're right, Qrow," she acknowledged, "I don't know Hansel Kobalt. But I do know that he was born twisted, just like every other member of that despicable family of his. You think what Ozpin did to us was the only reason I lost faith in him? In the cause? No, look at the world around us, Qrow. The Kobalts operated in the open for years before people finally decided they had gone too far. A world that takes that much exposure to darkness before it recognizes darkness for what it is, is a world I have no interest in fighting and dying for."

Qrow scoffed. "Don't get high and mighty with me now, Raven. Even if you're being honest in how you feel about Hansel's family, we both know that's not what drove you to leave. You left because you're as scared of Salem as I am. So quit acting so smug."

Raven glared at Qrow once more. "If you are scared, then why fight? You know it's hopeless." She pointed out

Qrow smirked. "Maybe if you had stuck around and acted like a proper mom to Yang, you'd know why I stuck around all this time."

Raven was taken aback by Qrow's statement. "And as for why I'm defensive of the kid? Well, he's been through enough. You'd understand if you actually knew him. And even if he's got his own view of the world I don't entirely agree with, he's a good kid. He's just...well, Hansel. Maybe if you actually got to know him, you'd know what I mean."

"And most importantly, unlike you, I have no intention of labeling someone based on their family. If the whole world thought like you did, Raven, Oz wouldn't have taken us in." Qrow pointed out.

"The whole world does think like I do." Raven countered.

"And they're wrong for thinking that way, I'm just glad Oz isn't as close-minded as everyone else is." Qrow shot right back.

"So, yeah, I trust Hansel. I'm going to believe in the Hansel that Oz believes in. And if I know my nieces, they probably trust him too, especially Ruby." Qrow said resolutely.

Raven sighed before responding in a deadly serious tone. "Fine, Qrow, if you want to be as foolish as Ozpin, be that way. But know this, if I get the chance, I'm going to end that boy myself."

Qrow rose to his feet, almost drawing Harbinger but managing to restrain himself. He settled for a glare that actually made Raven flinch back in surprise. "You do that Raven, and I'll come after you. No amount of running and hiding will stop me." Qrow promised with a growl. "Although, I'll only be able to get what's left of you. Trust me, Glynda and Oz will get to you first if you do anything to that kid, let alone kill him, and they will make you pay. This is one fight you don't want to pick, Raven, so back off."

Raven regained her composure and heaved a sigh, rising from her seat. "Then we have nothing left to say to each other, Qrow."

Raven drew her katana and sliced outwards, creating a portal. She then stepped inside and vanished. Qrow sighed, downing the alcohol Raven had ordered for him in one swig. "No," he said sadly, "no we don't."

Qrow heard a crash behind him. He looked over his shoulder to see the waitress, looking at him in disbelief. She must have seen the portal too. Qrow sighed and waved his glass at her. "Can I get another one of these?" He requested politely.

Back at Beacon, as the bell rang, signalling the end of morning class, Hansel took one last opportunity to address his students. "Remember, take some time to read the essay called 'Finishing the Fight.' You'll find some good nuggets of wisdom in that essay, it was written by a retired Huntsman. I want to go over it tomorrow, so don't slack off on your reading."

With that, Hansel left his students alone, quickly making his way to the office of Dr. Bartholomew Oobleck. When he entered, he was quickly treated to two sights. First, his office was decorated by multiple historical artifacts, presumably ones that Oobleck himself kept from his journeys that he simply did not trust museums to properly look after. The second was Oobleck enjoying a thermos of coffee...no wonder that guy's energy was massive.

"Oobleck?" Hansel tried to get the man's attention. He was honestly convinced it would take awhile. He loved his coffee.

What he did not know was that Oobleck had been looking forward to this meeting. "Hansel!" He shouted suddenly, making the young man leap in surprise.

Oobleck rushed over and grabbed the wristband that had killed Corleone. "I should ask you to bring me items from your journeys more often." He mused. "This was a true puzzle!"

Hansel narrowed his eyes. "So then you figured out where it originated from?" He asked.

"Indeed, but it was a doozy." Oobleck admitted. "Considering the device had necrotoxin stored inside, I had originally believed it to be some sort of weapon."

"But who wears a weapon that's literally designed to kill the wearer?" Hansel pointed out.

"Indeed," Oobleck nodded, "knowing I had to rule out that it wasn't some sort of weapon, I spent several days trying to find out what kind of device it was."

"Whoa, whoa, what?" Hansel frowned. "Oobleck, I asked you to find out where it was from. I never told you to find out what it was."

"Hansel!" Oobleck was now in front of his fellow teacher. "I can assure you, discovering the device's nature was just as important."

"...Enlighten me." Hansel decided to humor Oobleck.

"Understanding the device's nature and what it is used for actually helps us pinpoint the device's origin." Oobleck explained. "While it is true you can discover a device's origin based on the design, we also live in a time where kingdoms share their tech with each other."

"So how does understanding the device's 'nature' help us?" Hansel asked curiously, now more interested in Oobleck's reasoning.

"Elementary, my dear Hansel!" Oobleck proclaimed.

I am not your Watson you over-caffeinated whacko. Hansel growled inwardly.

"While it is true that we are in an era of sharing our technological advances with each other, we have not gotten in the business of sharing our moralities and beliefs with each other." Oobleck explained. "What one kingdom believes to be ethical or moral, may be the exact opposite in another kingdom."

"For example, Atlas is famous for having the most executions of death row criminals, while Mistral tries to avoid the death penalty." Oobleck added to better explain his point.

Hansel nodded. "And what this means is…"

"What this means," Oobleck got back on track, "is that technology like this won't be accepted in every kingdom. There is absolutely no way scientists in Mistral or Vale would ever construct a wristband that injects a necrotoxin into the wearer."

"And that leaves Vacuo and Atlas, right?" Hansel inquired.

"Vacuo is still arguably the most lawless of the four kingdoms." Oobleck corrected. "Their talent lies in survivalism. Creating a device like this goes completely against attitudes that are ingrained into their DNA."

"So...then Atlas is where this device originated from?" Hansel raised an eyebrow.

Oobleck sighed. "It's not that simple. I checked recent announcements of new inventions and nothing matched this device. Just because we've eliminated the other three kingdoms as a possibility, does not make Atlas origin point."

"So what happened next?" Hansel raised an eyebrow.

"Well, I knew the technology was very similar to many Atlesian designs, so I examined recent inventions from Atlesian scientists." Oobleck explained. "When that got me nowhere, however, I had a breakthrough."

"What kind?" Hansel asked.

"Remember how I said Atlas's view on the death penalty was vastly different from the other kingdoms?" Oobleck asked. "I thought to myself: 'for what reason would scientists place a deadly wristband on someone?'"

"And then it hit me like a caffeine high." Oobleck smiled triumphantly. "They would do that because that someone would have to be among the dregs of society."

Oobleck then reached into his desk and revealed a news article with an image at the top. "This was an article from several years back about Atlas' maximum security prison placing tracking devices on prisoners. Look familiar?"

Hansel took a look at the picture, particularly at the wristbands adorning the inmates. His eyes widened. "That looks just like our wristband." Hansel realized.

Oobleck nodded. "Not only does the technology match usual designs we see out of Atlas, but it looks similar to a device meant to corral prisoners, and the fact that it carries a necrotoxin matches Atlas' willingness to use the death penalty."

The gears in Hansel's head started to turn as he grew to realize what this meant. "This wristband must be a prototype for some new device meant to keep track of prisoners. And if they stepped out of line for whatever reason, or even escaped from jail, Atlas could just execute them, no problem."

Oobleck nodded. "And it appears someone stole this prototype from them and gave it to Don Corleone. I almost feel sorry for him, he probably never knew what it really was."

"But here's what's really strange. I took a look at the recent news after I came to this revelation." Oobleck continued. "There has been no mention of a thief. Atlas must be keeping this quiet because even they know that such a device is morally and ethically questionable, even by their standards."

Hansel growled. "James Ironwood keeping dangerous secrets again. Par for the damn course." He muttered.

Oobleck sighed. "What a mess this is." He mused tiredly before adding, completely serious. "Hansel, I don't think I need to tell you this, but the fact that Atlas is keeping this under wraps means that they've probably got the production of this device kept under lock and key."

"That means," Oobleck continued grimly, "the only way these people you're after could have gotten their hands on it…"

"...Was if they had someone on the inside." Hansel finished with a frown. "A Gray Jackal agent who's stealing Atlas tech and giving it to the Organization."

Oobleck nodded. "Ozpin is not going to like to hear this." He muttered.

"Yeah, well he has to know." Hansel clenched his fist. "We almost got routed during the Vytal Festival because of Ironwood's idiotic show of force. I won't have us get caught off guard by Gray Jackal because he's embarrassed someone took a toy from him."

"Hansel," Oobleck tried to calm him, "General Ironwood means well."

"Yeah, that's what everyone tells me." Hansel cut off Oobleck. "And I believe it less and less the more I hear about shit like this."

Hansel took the poisonous wristband and moved to the doorway in and out of Oobleck's office. "I'm telling the Professor, he needs to know."

"I understand," Oobleck said softly.

"And Oobleck?" Oobleck was surprised Hansel had more to say, and was surprised by the young man's next words. "Thanks for doing this. I know you're busy. I really do appreciate you taking the time to solve this problem for me."

Oobleck could not help but smile. He could act tough all he wants, but he was still Glynda's little gentleman deep down. "You're very welcome, Hansel."

Shortly after, Professor Ozpin found himself staring at the murderous wristband before looking up at Hansel. "And you are absolutely certain that this technology originated in Atlas?" He had to make sure.

"Oobleck's logic was sound." Hansel noted. "Sir, I don't like Ironwood, but you know I'm not the type to just toss out accusations like these."

"No, you aren't, I taught you better than that." Ozpin acknowledged before heaving a sigh. "Honestly though, I cannot help but agree with Barty's reasoning. Based on his deductions, it is reasonable to suggest that this technology originated in Atlas."

"And considering the mystery behind it, we are indeed forced to assume this was some secret project that was stolen and then placed on Anthonio Corleone." Ozpin continued. "And because of the project's probable secrecy, we are forced to assume that the culprit was indeed an inside man who is actually an agent for Gray Jackal."

Hansel folded his arms. "So what do you want to do about this?" He asked.

"If there is an inside man in one of our own academies, I cannot ignore this." Ozpin admitted. "But if I tell James, I know he'll overreact in his investigation and then we'll never find out who was responsible."

"Like hell I want him screwing with my mission anyway." Hansel muttered.

"Hansel, you can't keep disregarding the benefits of teamwork." Ozpin reprimanded his apprentice. "How do you think I've managed to help keep this unstable but effective peace all this time? By having allies everywhere."

Hansel grumbled at that statement. Ozpin then continued. "But, being an effective ally also means knowing the weaknesses of your friends." He acknowledged. "And no matter how much I tell James not to, he'll overreact and basically place the whole kingdom on lockdown, making everyone a suspect."

"And when everyone's a suspect, you will never find who the guilty party is." Ozpin pointed out. "Not only that, but the stress and fear of having a traitor inside their ranks…"

"Will attract more Grimm, I know." Hansel nodded.

Ozpin gave Hansel a knowing smile. "I can only do so much here in Vale." He noted. "But if I had someone to constantly pester James and remind him not to frighten our traitor out of revealing himself…"

Hansel's eyes widened. "Sir," he said, "are you asking me to go to Atlas and investigate this matter?"

Ozpin smiled and nodded. "On two conditions." He held two fingers up. "First, while I do expect you to keep James from his bad habits, please keep arguments with him to a minimum."

Hansel growled, not okay with that at all. "I'll try." He could only say.

"And the second," Ozpin continued with a teasing smirk, "is that you bring one team of students with you."

Hansel sputtered at this. "What?" He exclaimed. "No way! Not gonna happen! A bunch of students got in my way before, I am not letting that happen again!"

"Hansel, you're a teacher now." Ozpin reminded him. "If a teacher goes somewhere without his students, it's going to look suspicious. Think of this team as extra tools for your investigation."

Hansel let out a sound that was a mixture of a grumble and a whine, making his mentor chuckle. "Might I suggest Team RWBY?" He could not help but tease. "They seem to like involving themselves in your business."

Hansel could not help but let out a yell of frustration, making Ozpin laugh. Hansel then took a deep breath, composing himself. "Yeah, I guess I'll take them along. Especially if taking a team is one of your conditions, Sir."

Ozpin was actually taken aback by Hansel's response. "Hansel, I was only joking." He said. "While you do need to take a team with you, it doesn't have to be Team RWBY."

"Nah, it has to be them." Hansel sighed. "Those four constantly need to be given something to do, otherwise they're just going to get in more trouble."

Ozpin looked at Hansel in disbelief. "And besides, I'm also responsible for Rose's development into a Silver Eyed Warrior, right? It's best she stays within my sight so I can make sure she's on the right track. I guess that means the same will have to go for her teammates. Seriously, Professor, I feel like I can't turn my back on her for one second."

Ozpin smiled, realizing Hansel was slowly growing into his role without even realizing it. "Anyway," Ozpin continued, "you can use bringing them along as some sort of 'student exchange' program, that can give students a taste of different learning experiences on their path to becoming professionals."

"I'll reach out to James with this idea and run it by him. Of course, I'll also be telling him you'll be going as part of your investigation, which has led you to Atlas. I'll leave it to you to explain everything when you are there. Once everything goes through, I expect you to properly prepare Team RWBY for their trip to Atlas. Do you think a week will be enough for you to find the culprit."

Hansel nodded in determination. "Yeah, that'll be plenty of time." He responded.

Ozpin nodded. "That will be all then, Hansel. I'll get you when we have some new developments."

Hansel bowed in respect. "Thank you, Sir." He said softly, exiting Ozpin's office.

Ozpin found himself in contemplation now. "I pray that this isn't James' doing at all." He admitted. "The last thing we need right now is a traitor that deep in our midst."

That night, after another successful day at school (and reading the boring-to-some, interesting-to-others essay Finishing the Fight), the students of Beacon began drifting off to sleep one by one, all snuggled in bed, with visions of dead Grimm dancing in their head...it's better not to ask.

One in particular was Pyrrha Nikos, who had one of her first peaceful nights since the Vytal Festival. As she completely drifted into dreamland, the new Fall Maiden found herself in a beautiful forest. The season seemed to be Autumn, as the leaves of the trees were all a beautiful yellow, orange and red. It was almost picturesque.

Pyrrha instinctively smiled at sight. "This is beautiful." She said breathlessly.

"It is, isn't it. I definitely prefer this over the rainy landscape that was your mind over the past few weeks." Pyrrha tensed now. A voice that was new but somehow familiar rang out behind her.

Pyrrha looked over her shoulder and her eyes widened in disbelief. Standing before her was a girl whom she had last seen motionless inside of that accursed machine. The girl took one look at Pyrrha before smiling sadly. "Oh dear," she said, "it looks like you still haven't reached the point where you can harness our power."

The girl's smile then brightened. "But that's fine, we have all the time in the world." She noted. "And you're making progress at least. Thanks to that wonderful aunt of yours, your mind is now clear and your resolve is set."

"Anyway, I'm sure you know me already, but allow me to properly introduce myself. My name is Amber, I was the previous Fall Maiden. It's very nice to meet you, Pyrrha."

A.N: Saddle up partners, we're traveling to Atlas!