Underneath The Shattered Moon [RWBY X OC]

Chapter 20

Across the bustling streets of Beacon, ant-like figures scurry along the pathways. In the distance, a gargantuan ship, imposing and unsettling, descends upon a landing pad. Two more follow in its wake, their presence casting a shadow over the festive atmosphere.

The camera shifts to the top of a tower, veiled in swirling clouds. Through the window of Ozpin's office, we see the headmaster and Glynda Goodwitch, their faces etched with a mix of concern and weariness.

"Ironwood certainly loves bringing his work wherever he travels," Glynda remarks, her voice tinged with a hint of exasperation.

"Well, running an academy and a military makes him a busy man," Ozpin replies, a weary smile playing on his lips. "But yes, those are a bit of an eyesore."

A series of chirping beeps echo through the room, drawing Ozpin's attention to a hollow message on his desk that reads "Access Requested".

"Come in," he says, his tone calm but firm.

The camera shifts to a low perspective beyond Ozpin's desk, facing the doors as they slide open to reveal Ironwood, his presence radiating authority. Ozpin rises from his chair and approaches the General, his expression formal but welcoming.

"Ozpin!" Ironwood greets, his voice cordial despite the tension that hangs in the air.

Ozpin stands at attention, a slight bow of his head acknowledging the general's rank.

"Hello, General," he replies, his voice even and respectful.

"Please, drop the formalities," Ironwood says, extending his hand. "It's been too long." He turns to Glynda, his smile genuine. "And Glynda! It has certainly been too long since we last met."

Glynda gives a personable wave, her face softening for a moment. "Oh, James! I'll be outside." With that, she turns and exits the room, leaving the two men alone.

"Well, she hasn't changed a bit," Ironwood chuckles, his gaze following Glynda's retreating figure.

Ozpin turns back to his desk, picking up a mug and kettle. "So, what in the world has brought you all the way down from Atlas?" he questions, pouring himself a cup of coffee. "Headmasters don't typically travel with their students, for the Vytal Festival." He offers the cup to Ironwood.

Ironwood takes the mug, a faint clink audible as it touches his hand. "Well, you know how much I love Vale this time of year," he replies coyly, producing a canteen from his inner coat pocket and pouring its contents into his mug. "Besides, with you hosting, I thought that this might be a good opportunity for us to catch up." Ozpin walks around to his desk, a new mug in hand.

"I can certainly appreciate the quality time between friends," Ozpin replies, sitting down and pouring himself some coffee. "However, a small fleet outside my window has me concerned."

Ironwood sets his mug down with a sigh. "Well, concern is what brought them here."