RWBY: Ironwood's Redo

Part 1: Mission Start!

Sigh...

A young man slowly shifts from side to side in his chair, the outro of RWBY Volume 8 can be heard in the background. The man in question, Cyrus Vine, is quite distressed at the moment. Having a very disappointed look plastered across his face. Along with crossed arms.

Cyrus: I can't believe it! First, Ironwood dies (He kinda had it coming, but c'mon ¬_¬) Then, Atlas fell (literally) And now, Team RWBY is seperated again!?

He slowly shakes his head side to side. Like a Mother that had just caught her child with their hand in the cookie jar. He reaches down and clicks off the episode. He's tempted to begin it all over again, but, decides to just close the tab. After all that, he slowly rises to his feet and shuffles to his bed.

FWOOMP

He face plants onto his sheets and slowly rolls over. He stares at the ceiling for a few minutes. Perhaps re-thinking his life decisions, or maybe why he ate six pieces of cake earlier? Whatever the case, he closes his eyes and drifts off into RWBY related dreams.

If only... If only I could fix it... Maybe.. Everything would be alright...

.

.

.

.

.

..Ge.....Iro...ood....Sir...

Hmm?

Wa...up

Did someone... Say something?

General.....ood.....SIR!

Ironwood slowly opens his eyes to be met with the breathtaking view ooooof, His desk. Feeling very confused at this sight, he slowly raises his head and squints his eyes.

Why is it so blurry in here? Also... Why am i not in my room?

He rubs his eyes untill they focus, which upon being able to see properly, ends up confusing him even more. Before him stands the Ace-Ops, who all take up respective poses and salute him once they notice his awakening.

Ironwood (Cyrus): Uh-

Before a word can even leave his mouth, a semi concerned voice sounds to his right. He slowly turns to see who just spoke and almost falls out of his chair. Standing right next to him is, none other than, Winter Schnee.

Winter: Sir, are you alright? You were passed out when we came in.

It takes him a moment to even begin to comprehend what has just happened.

What- How- Why-

Winter: Sir? 

He quickly snaps out of it and thinks of something to say.

Ironwood: My apologies, a... Headache has been plaguing me all day. It seems that i drifted off while i was alone.

A headache, really!? Something so minor would never stop someone so great-

Winter: Is that so? Will you be able to properly debrief the Ace-Ops?

Ironwood's eyes widen slightly as he remembers the group in the the room. He slowly turns to them and quickly concocts something hopefully not too out of character.

Ironwood: Yes. Clover, please give me a detailed report.

.

.

.

10 Mins later...

Clover: That is all i have for you, General.

Ironwood, looking thoroughly exhausted by all the information that had just been thrown at his face, slowly nods his head with his eyes closed.

Ironwood: Thank you, Clover. You all are now dismissed.

They all salute and, as one group, march out of his office. After the door closes, he slowly let's his head fall to his desk, and fully prepares to fall asleep, when his quiet time is broken by someone clearing their throat.

Damn you Schnee!

Winter: General Ironwood, you have a meeting with the Council in 15 minutes. Do you not wish to prepare?

Without moving an inch, he sends an answer right back at her.

Ironwood: I would perfer to spend that time asleep. Wake me when there are five minutes left, would you Winter?

Winter slightly cocks her eyebrow, but soon returns to a neutral expression.

Winter: Of course Sir. Should i get you a-

SNORE

The (very) heavy snoring of Ironwood silences Winter immediately. She gazes at him from the corner of her eye and sees that it took him no time at all to fall back asleep. As he continues to snore, a small smirk begins to creep onto her lips. While he sleeps, Winter watches the time on her scroll. Waiting.