Displayed upon a monitor was a live feed, of a small city of Vale covered in fire. Grimm of all types were around. Attacking, consuming and feasting on the raw negativity of the people around as their homes and lives were destroyed with little effort. It was all a bloodbath.

A family of Faunus tried to run, as two wild Beowolves came behind them, with no sense of stopping until there was blood on the street. It seemed all but inevitable they were finished.

A Beowolf pounced, leaping into the air with a sickly howl as it got ready to end its prey. But just then it was smacked back a few feet away by a grey metal hand.

It belonged to a slim robotic body, a Holon, with rather thin solid black armor and bronze accents that covered the chest and limbs while the joints and torso were opened for more movement. Its helmet was rather basic, like that of an Atlas drone, with glowing yellow optical lenses, along with the rest of the body being mostly similar to a humanoid drone.

The Holon stood tall, holding its basic rifle in arms and squeezing the trigger as it aimed at the Grimm ready to strike, ripping through the with just a few shots.

"Alright, Ms. Nikos. That's enough for this sector, back to base." The Holon heard, and turned its head some at that before heading off.

Just then as the feed cut off a message appeared. A call...from the general, General Ironwood of all people.

A feminine voice gave a sigh, almost in irritation. Then the call was answered. "Hello, General Ironwood..."

"Ms. Goodwitch. It's good to hear your voice again."

"I'm glad to hear yours again, after going hours without it complaining right in my ear. So what is this pleasure?" Glynda spoke in her soft, yet firm voice.

"The pleasure is all mine, but I thought it would be months away from that moment." Ironwood replied in a quizzical sense. "I thought the development of the forces would be a long ways away from perfection."

"Oh, we're far from perfect. At least that's what Privet Simmons keeps saying. Ms. Nikos keeps stating in her Mission Briefs she is experiencing...death over and over. Not a good sign."

"Hm...What about Ms. Schnee?"

"Winter's ahead of schedule." Glynda stated, as footage from her last mission appeared on screen.

A Holon in basic white armor stood at an evacuation site, with multiple civilians flooding into evac ships. A tesla cable was thrown down at her, which she grabbed and gave a light tug to, before she was lifted off.

"Wait, you deployed Winter ahead of schedule?!" Ironwood spoke, a bit in disbelief.

"Yes. Because with the Grimm overrunning most of Vale and your insistence on reserving most Atlas personnel to just the kingdom borders-""

Anything else?..." The General spoke in slight disappointment. Before either of them said anything, a message revealed itself. it was a transfer request. multiple. "...What is this?..."

"I was just about to ask. I found new potential candidates for the program." There was a moment of silence, followed by Ironwood's sigh.

"Oh Glynda..."

"This one might be my favorite." A picture showed up on screen. it was a rather familiar face, a pale face with multiple feminine features, big brown eyes, brown straight hair going down her shoulders and rabbit ears. "Velvet Scareletina. A former student at Beacon. She's shy, most of her physical attributes are rather on the smaller scale, but her mental prowess is remarkable! Her tests came back a remarkable 91 percent."

"Glynda...""We have this one too." Another picture pulled up, of another familiar face, a lovely complexion, with pink sparkling eyes, short orange hair and a crooked grin. "Nora Valkyrie, another Beacon student. She is...headstrong, yes. Her tests came back an 86"Glynda...What is this?..." Another image surfaced. it was that of a blonde boy, waving with a massive grin like there was no care in the world.

"Ah, yes. Privet Michael J. Caboose. He was redacted by his squad of simulation troopers, as well as the opposition of that squad...oddly enough. I caught Privet Simmons try to delete the document earlier..."

"His records show he's a liability to his team." Ironwood stated, while a recording showed up on screen of the oblivious blue sitting on top of a pile of rubble and vejicle parts. "And a huge dent to government equipment."

"He's a 99.9 percent match for the program. Which is why you will provide him transport. He doesn't feel all that well about leaving his squadmates and enemies in a boxed canyon alone, so we'll bring them here. It should be interesting."

"And the last one?..."

One last image appeared on the screen, of a redhead with a pinkish complexion. he had stunning blue eyes, though one was bloodshot red all the way through, and the left side of his face was branded with a "SDC" mark. "Ah, yes. Him."

"He's a criminal!"

"He's a young man filled with repressed rage and no outlet to take it out on! And more objectively, a 93 percent match for the program."

"This is a terrible mistake..."

"Says the one who perched robots, that are hackable, to the frontlines of a warzone. Anyway...Those transports.""

You want me to send transports to all these individual people?"

"Yes. They have friends and family with them. I believe they would be good encouragement for the candidates. Or, I do. Besides, they are all huntsmen of...some variety."All of a sudden, there was an incoming signal coming through, with the ID code "Nikos 0001." It was accepted.

"Report, Nikos?""We have everyone, ma'am. heading back to base for debrief.""Then prepare for download. We do not want to burn up uptime anymore than we need to."

"Yes, ma'am. Commencing Download now." After that, the call ended. There was silence for a moment, before Glynda spoke.

"The transport, Jimmy." She spoke, less cynically and more stern.

"This doesn't seem sound.. ""I know. But Ozpin is gone and we already lost a Kingdom. Do you really think we have many good options left?"There was a soft sigh, and before she knew it, all the transfer requests had been greenlit.

"You better know what you're doing..." He spoke before signing off. Leaving Glynda by herself.

"Always such a form of encouragment..."