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Ozpin woke early the next morning, earlier than he normally did at any rate, before the sun had even crested the horizon over the great forests and mountains that stretched on to Vale's eastern shore. At four in the morning, even most of Beacon's preparatory staff still had an hour before they'd begin their larger shifts, aside from the cooks who were already awake and preparing food for the day, as well as finishing cleaning from the night before.

This was where he was to meet most of the people accompanying him on their next venture, aside from Glynda of course, her secret had to be kept for a time yet. The head chef, a vulpine Faunus woman named Luna with a thin frame and bright eyes, came out of the kitchens when he called, looking at him with surprise, crossing her arms over her small chest and leaning against the doorframe, "You're up early, let me guess... A gallon of coffee for your heater in your office, five scrambled eggs with pepper jack for some reason, two sausage biscuits-"

"Actually, I am afraid I have to leave for today. I am meeting a collection of my colleagues and students for a special mission into Forever Fall." She raised an eyebrow at him, clearly curious why he was doing that instead of one of the teachers, and he smiled in a wide and friendly way at her, resting his palms on his cane and leaning towards her, "Strange, I know, but with Miss Goodwitch indisposed, my staff has been stretched very thin indeed. So I offered a few students a mission of my own, and some accepted both it and its conditions."

"And one of 'em is waking up at this ungodly hour?" She asked, the old man nodding with a small chuckle. "Well then, I s'pose you're wanting me to get some food together for them?"

"If you don't mind, yes. I know Miss Rose is particularly fond of sweets, so if you could manage some waffles or pancakes, that would be greatly appreciated." She nodded and he turned, heading to one of the many tables and leaning his cane against it, humming while he pulled the chairs off the top of it and set them for his students to sit on.

Sitting and waiting, it didn't take long for him to see the first person to come in the door, Pyrrha nodding politely and waving as she approached his seat. "Headmaster." She greeted crisply, taking a seat across from him, her armor scaping the metal painfully loudly in the empty room, "Is everything prepared for our.. venture?"

"Yes, Pyrrha, it is. " He answered, smiling when one of the many cooks in the kitchens came out with coffee for the two of them. "I had expected you to come with the rest of your team. Are they delayed?"

"Ren is still getting Nora up, dressed and ready, and I had little patience to wait for them." She shrugged, setting her weapons on the table beside her and reclining in the chair with her eyes closed. "So, I elected to come before them, in the hopes of finding food before we depart." Reaching out to touch the ceramic mug, she smirked, "It would seem I was correct to hope that."

"Indeed." He muttered quietly, watching her for several seconds and taking a sip from his mug before speaking. "How are your… memories doing?"

She opened her eyes to glare at him lightly, sighing after a second and taking a sip of her own drink, "They're fine, Headmaster. And I am unconcerned about them, frankly, while Jaune is yet missing. Once he is safe, I will deign to address the issue you claim I have."

"Pyrrha, you forgot where you were from." Ozpin argued quietly, the woman sighing across from him but otherwise uncaring. He turned, leaning on the table with his arms and lowering his voice, "Surely, you understand our concern. What we did has never been done before, if there is some complication with the mental stability of-"

"I am perfectly stable." She snapped, hard emerald eyes boring into his and smoldering, the edges of her eyebrows flickering with fire for a moment before she blinked. "It is not your concern what my memories hold, they are mine now. I must make them my own, regardless of what has changed within my head."

"I am simply worried for you, Miss Nikos." He said quietly, lowering his gaze to his mug with a sad and tired sigh. "I have made a great, great many mistakes in my long life. I merely fear your… condition is perhaps another one of them."

"Fret over your own concerns, not whatever conditions you worry I may have." She ended, looking past him and forcing a bright smile and a wave, "Ren, Nora, good morning. Forgive my abrupt departure, Headmaster Ozpin required me for a conversation before we depart. I forgot to mention it before I left."

"Indeed." Ozpin sighed, watching the two take a seat at the end of their long table, "I have the cooks preparing food for us as well."

"Pancakes?" Nora asked, smiling as wide and brightly as she could in her sleepy state. He nodded, and she bounced in her seat, looking at Ren, "They're making us pancakes! It's not even pancake day but we're getting pancakes!"

Chuckling, Ozpin turned when he heard more talking from the door, watching Qrow shamble in with what was left of RWBY, the team still mostly in the dark and shuffling along tiredly and aggravatedly. They all flinched when they saw the four waiting for them, the three exchanging glances until Qrow turned and tutted at them quietly, jerking his head in the table's direction to get them to keep moving.

"Qrow." He greeted, the middle-aged Huntsmen grunting and collapsing into a chair next to him. Ozpin turned to the other three, smiling politely, "And team RWBY. I trust you slept well?"

"Yeah, until Qrow opened our door and turned on the lights." Yang groused, flopping into a seat beside Ren. Ruby sat on her other side with Weiss beside her and Ozpin himself. Yang turned a hard, and tied, glare on the silver-haired man. "Why are we here, Ozpin? It's early, no one told us about this, and I didn't get to have a long shower like I need."

"Got a job, kid." Qrow started, Ozpin nodding at him to continue when he raised an eyebrow at him. "Headin' off to hit a White Fang base and pull out a couple friendlies they got squirreled away in there. They'll lead us to the third later on."

"Mister Arc." Ozpin added helpfully, the trio quickly becoming more alert at the insinuation. "You'll each be given a folder when we meet up with General Ironwood's ship later, I assure you, but this is not a topic we can discuss in the open like this."

"You'll all need to get very used to that." Qrow half-joked, chuckling to himself and letting his head roll back to stare at the ceiling. "Lots of shit you'll be doin' you can't tell anyone 'bout. Lots of shit you'll not know everythin' about either, but it's a part of the job. I can deal with it, you can too."

"Why do I feel like this is… not going to make us happy?" Weiss asked, looking first to Yang and then to the Headmaster, eyes narrowing slightly at the thought. Ozpin grimaced, and Qrow scratched at the stubble of his chin. Looking between the two, she swallowed nervously, "What… are we getting into?"

"A long, dangerous life full of fighting for the common good of people and the Kingdoms." Ozpin answered sagely, wrapping both hands around his mug in front of him and smiling warmly. "I assure you that I, and my colleagues of course, ask no more than what a Huntress or Huntsmen ought do in the line of work they've chosen."

"That's a very… political answer." Weiss returned, Yang drumming her fingers on the table and staring a hole into it. "And the thing about political answers is that they often hide something."

"Correct." Ozpin said, smile falling and eyes hardening. "I would suggest you simply read the folder, however, as we can't discuss what I am not saying here. In public. It is a state secret of among the highest orders, and I won't risk myself or my staff by discussing this where they suffer a risk of overhearing us." He turned when the doors opened, several of the cooks bringing out food, and smiled, "Now let's eat, and then we need to get underway."

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Blake woke up to a quiet knocking, rolling in her cot to look at the door, Roman leaning against the frame of it with the door open inwards, left hand just now dropping from where it had been hitting the door. "/Morning, Kitty Cat, how'd you sleep?"

/"In my clothes and anxiously." She grumbled, standing and stretching, in her normal outfit as she'd claimed. Grabbing her weapon from a table by the door, she followed him into the hallway, hooking to the right towards the open area with the train, "Any changes of plan?"

"The train should be loaded by one, and will leave just after." The crook answered, shaking his head. "That damn bull actually asked for a few volunteers to protect the train until it reaches its target and lets the Grimm into the city. Got a dozen of 'em too, the crazy animals and their martyr complexes."

"They're hopeful, and willing to die for what they believe." Blake countered, shaking her head with a grimace and a sigh as she followed the taller man, his hands in his pockets relaxedly as they made their way, "Not defending them, just pointing it out. There was a time and place I would have volunteered too."

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"Yeah, that time being now, from what I hear about what you did." He turned his head to give her that cocky smile he always wore, but it never reached his eyes. They remained hard, green shards for the moment their eyes met, and she almost flinched at it. "A dead cat isn't useful to anyone, Blake. That's what you need to learn."

"Dying for a cause is admirable, Roman. Even if it's a wrong one, it shows a principle and willingness to fight for what you think is right." Hard amber eyes met cold green ones, and the man turned away. "You'd die for Neo, wouldn't you?"

He spun on his heel, shoving her against the wall with his arm held across her chest, almost snarling at her as he spoke, quickly and heatedly and close enough she could feel the heat of his breath tickle her nose, "Neo and I would both die for each other, because we're all we have, Kitty Cat. You have a family, friends in that stupid school of yours, and more that you need to be around for. How many of them do too?" She held his hard gaze for several seconds before she broke eye contact, looking to the side, and Roman sighed and released her. Backing a few steps away, he continued, "Look, kitty cat, I don't mind dying for something. But these guys? They want to die for something and won't actually bother to check if it's worth it. Or real."

"Point taken." She grudgingly admitted, rubbing her off arm with her hand. "Let's… just focus on the job at hand, alright?"

"Been doin' that all my life, kitty cat." He chuckled, turning and resuming his walk.

Soon, the duo returned to the massive area in the center of Mountain Glenn, dozens of White Fang grunts grouped together by the train. She could hear them from here, talking, drinking and laughing loudly. A sending off, of sorts, for the volunteers who would protect the train on its way to the destination. Adam was waiting for them, leaning against the wall by the exit they used to leave the honeycombed tunnels they used with his chin resting against his chest and his arms crossed. One of three exits out of the hideout into the open area of Mountain Glenn, or at least as open as an underground complex could be.

Blake looked at him and he shrugged, "They're having a small celebration with a few of their friends. I couldn't allow too many, we had to keep the perimeter guarded."

"Grimm would be a problem, yeah. Bad habit of eating people, blowing things up, and they just ruin dinners." Roman nodded sagely, tipping his hat at the two Faunus as though sharing a secret. They stared at him and he sighed dramatically, throwing his arms wide with a shit eating grin, "Kids these days, so disrespectful. They won't even accept advice from their elders."

"Exactly how much older than us are you?" Blake returned, crossing her arms and cocking her hips, smiling at him cockily. Either tell them he was very old, or admit defeat, she had him rapped there.

"Older than twenty." He assured, chuckling lightly to himself and heading for the stairs, "I'll make sure things are ready on the train. And get some punch, I love punch."

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"She's doing well, Jaune." "Better than I thought she would be, at least." The doctor said, smiling at him in a friendly way and stifling a yawn. "The Aura supplements are helping a lot, though I'm almost out. Once we reach Mountain Glenn I'll restock." "Assuming they have them, of course."

"And if they're out?" He asked worriedly, running a brush through Neo's hair to keep it straight and clean and looking at the doctor. She blinked at him and he gestured at the i.v. with a shoulder, "If they don't have any supplements, what will we do?"

"Well...We'd have to bring her out of the coma, and start inducing her Aura naturally that way." She grimaced and gave hima sour half-smile, "That would be… Well, painful is a word." "Excruciating is a better one…"

"She's tough." He muttered, setting the brush beside the sleeping woman and reaching down to hold her hand, rubbing the smooth skin on the back of her hand affectionately. He still couldn't sense her mind, but he was attributing that to the medically induced coma. "Still, let's avoid putting her through that. She might be a bit vindictive if you do, she's… the grudge holding kind."

"I will… keep that in mind." She said quietly, watching him with a small smile. He raised an eyebrow at her and she chuckled, turning around while amusement radiated from her. "It's nice, you're very affectionate towards her. And you spend so much time here, brushing her hair, holding her hand. It's sweet." "And admirable."

"She was there for me when I needed her." He nodded, smiling thinly to himself at the bittersweet memories. "Not the best start to a relationship, sure, but… I wouldn't trade it. Not after everything else we got for it, you know?"

"I know, believe me. How you meet people is surprisingly unimportant in the relationships that crop up with them throughout your days." She sighed, and he got a flash of a young man with red hair and bright, warm brown eyes. He sensed a great attachment to this man from her, and a… sort of bitterness. "Nevermind me, though." "Listen to yourself, woman, prattling on about relationships while he sits with his wounded girlfriend in a medical wing." "I… prattle, sometimes, it's a problem of mine."

"No, no, it's fine." He smiled, genuinely amused at her for a moment, "You're tending to Neo, the least I can do is, you know, listen to you when you're talking about stuff. And you're so nice, too, I don't mind. Really."

"Thank you, Jaune." The woman smiled, checking her Scroll idly and sighing, "I have to go and get some more supplies from the storage level. I'll leave a drone outside, so just head out when you're ready. Okay?"

He nodded and she left, waving before swinging the door shut behind her. He sat with Neo for a long time, listening to her light breathing and watching her chest rise and fall, taking it as a sign of her being alive. Checking his Scroll he sighed when he realised it was closing on ten already and stood, leaning over to kiss her forehead before leaving as always. He hesitated at the door when he pulled it open, raising his hand and looking at it with a heavy frown as the electric feeling returned at hs calling, spider-webbing invisibly across his skin.

He had to meet with Cinder, and make some plans of his own. And with his new ability, he could think of quite a few.

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Qrow joined what was left of Team RWBY in their room once they reached the general's flagship, taking a seat next to the door and letting them read the folders quietly. He almost groaned when he saw Yang working her fist into one of the two cots in the room, normally one assigned to gunnery officers working this particular deck but on loan for the day or so they were expected to be using the flagship for this deployment.

"This is absolute bullshit!" The blonde snarled, hurling the folder at him. He caught it easily in one hand, looking at the young woman sitting on her bed and breathing heavily a few feet in front of him. "Everything in that is bullshit, isn't it?"

He flicked the small, manila folder open and skimmed the two pages, checking each fact as he knew it before looking at her. "Everything in here matches what I know, firefly. Down to the last jot on the final page." He folded it up, tossing it onto the floor, reciting events, "We recruited Jaune due to an ability he had and information he'd found that made it a thing we had to do, if we didn't want to put him in a cell or a knife in his back. He was taken, and we received a tip on his location. So, we formulated a top secret plan, think of one of your spy movies. Blake at the center. She had history, and the biology, needed for it to work."

"And you kept it from us?" Ruby asked weakly, knees pulled up to her chin and arms wrapped around her thighs, staring a hole into the floor sadly. "She was… Is, our friend, and you let us think she was a monster? That she tried to ki- Hurt, Miss Goodwitch."

He sighed, tapping his fingers on his arms anxiously when she turned her sad, silver eyes that looked so much like Summer's on him. "Look, kiddo, I-"

"They had to." Weiss murmured weakly, sitting primly - albeit stiff as a board - on the far edge of Ruby's bed, staring out the window at the skies as they passed. Her shoulders trembled slightly as she took a shaky breath, and he frowned sadly at it. "They had to, Ruby, because we needed to act the part properly. I might be able, I was taught to act and play a part. But you and Yang? You'd have wanted to go save her at the worst, and at least been poor actors."

"Well sorry, Princess, but we all can't be good liars like you." Yang snarled, standing from the bed and forcing the girl to turn, grabbing her shoulder and spinning her around.

The Schnee's arms came up defensively, hands resting on the woman looming over hers stomach warily while she cried, staring up at her. "This isn't easy, Yang, but you… You need… Blake wouldn't…"

The blonde's fires died almost instantly, her grip on the Schnee's shoulders faltering until she was just holding her, red eyes staring into blue, and she eased into a seat between her sister and the Schnee. Ruby curled up against her almost instantly, the older sister wrapping her up in her cloak with an arm and pulling her close. And even Weiss let herself be held against the larger woman's chest, sniffling softly. Qrow watched the whole thing, smiling bitterly for a moment before pushing off the wall and turning to leave.

"Qrow." He turned when Yang called, hard eyes meeting his own, "You tell Ozpin that when this is over, I'm going to deck him for putting us through this." She smiled thinly enough to almost be forced and eery. and he raised an eyebrow, "I'll accept his apology after that. You tell him."

"I will, firecracker." He chuckled, resting a hand on the flask in his pocket for a moment and turning back to the door.

"Me too, uncle Qrow." He heard Ruby murmur weakly into Yang's shoulder, and that did make him smile before he turned around. She turned to face him as well, sniffling lightly with tear tracks already beginning to form. "We'll be ready to help when we get there. P-Promise."

"I'll make sure to give you a heads up when we're gettin' close, kids." He said quickly, sliding out of the door and pulling it closed before they could answer. Fishing his flask out, he took a long, long drink and sighed, turning to head towards the bridge of the ship. "Gods damn this job… I need to frickin' retire."

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Qrow joined the others on the bridge as the ship began to turn, headed inland towards Mountain Glenn, and nodded at Ozpin as he entered, "Kids are takin' it all in, they'll be in the fight when it happens." He gave him a look, smiling thinly and raising an eyebrow slightly, "Yang said she was gonna deck you when all was said and done though, and then she'd forgive you."

"That does sound like Miss Xiao Long, yes." Ozpin chuckled, sitting in a chair behind the General's own on the raised command area. "Depending on how much they sway the tide of battle, I may very well allow it as well."

The flagship was laid out much like normal for its class and role, with multiple lines of terminals and command stations arrayed in four rows in front of the slightly raised command seat, where James had his own chair and that of his Second, sitting close behind his own with a small tablet-like device on a movable stick hanging from the ceiling that could be moved as needed for the person sitting there. The general's seat had a main console with a radar display for him to check, allowing him to issue direct orders for positioning to his fleet in the midst of battle with no delay from ordering someone to relay his orders, and the same kind of tablet-like silver device hanging from the ceiling, so he could peruse intelligence as needed.

"You coddle them too much." James argued, chin resting on his human hand between his index and thumb, idly reviewing operational details from the region on his tablet. "This is merely an operation, she should be expected to accept the nature of the job she chose, willingly, to pursue."

"She didn't 'choose willingly to pursue' her friend being branded as a terrorist, Jim." Qrow argued, stepping up on the opposite side from Ozpin to look at the large Atlesian. "Her and Ruby both, they're too good natured for this kinda shit, James."

"Naivete is no excuse for failing to do a job." He responded instantly, making the other man bristle. Sighing, he nodded, "However, I can… admit that it would be hard on anyone, finding this out."

"They trusted us. Our words and stories, that told them that Huntsmen and Huntresses are heroes, every one of 'e,. That was a lie, and they found that out. Still they believed us when we condemned Belladonna, as a terrorist and a woman who nearly became a killer, and they believed that too. Didn't even doubt us for a tick, for most of the time." Qrow said morosely, smiling bitterly and looking out at the forests as their vessel began to swing into the interior of the continent. "For how long shall they continue to accept our words as true? And how long should they accept them? I know I wouldn't, in their shoes. Gotta earn that back, or where will the world be, if none of the next generation trusts the one before it?"

"I didn't fancy you as a philosopher." The Atlesian grunted, leaning back in his seat and appraising the man once again, in a new light. "Perhaps I was wrong about you, in a way."

"As long as you don't 'fancy me' at all, I don't much give a damn." He cracked, fishing out his flask and taking a sip from it. The Atlesian rolled his eyes and returned his gaze to the command tablet. "How we doin'?"

"We swung out from Beacon, crossing the forest and coming out over the sea, following a standard Atlesian patrol route. WIth luck, that means anyone in Vale acting as spotters for the White Fang wouldn't assume we were important." Nodding his head at the forests passing by outside, he continued, "Now we're on a slow burn approach towards Mountain Glenn. They'll pick us up, but an Atlesian ship like this would normally just be patrolling. It wouldn't have the tonnage to attack a base like I imagine Mountain Glenn holds."

"And ships like this likely don't hold quite the number of the soldiers you've brought to bear, I wager." Ozpin added, smiling coldly at that comment.

"Yes. A ship like this usually fields mostly drones and mechanized infantry units." James agreed, bringing up a roster on his tablet with a flick of his finger. "Instead, I brought every special forces soldier I have in my entire fleet. No drones, no droids, and no pure support squads for the mechanized units."

"Pure power punches, straight to the gut." Qrow chuckled, patting his sword on his waist. "I like it."

"Then go and get ready, you and Winter will be a part of the detachment we're dropping soon." James grunted, the drunk nodding and turning to leave.

Ozpin watched him go before sighing and looking at the Atlesian, "I look forward to this being over, but… I will admit that it will be nice to deploy in battle alongside you once again, old friend."

"Agreed." James returned, smiling to himself and bringing up old schematics of Mountain Glenn's planned construction. "And you and I get to do all of the heavy lifting, of course. Just like the old days."

The two fell silent as they felt the ship vibrate slightly, dozens of large troop transport Bullheads dropping the scant feet into the dense forests around Mountain Glenn as the ship moved up a small mountain, more like a large hill truly, and came into view of the abandoned and destroyed city as the noon sun broke the ridge with them, directly according to their plan.

Looking at the general, Ozpin rose and spun his cane in his hand idly, "Shall we?"

"We sha-"

"Sir, we're picking up a small fleet of ships on approach from the north." An officer relayed, the woman turning where she stood after a few seconds. "I'm running an identification recognition program, but they're the same type and quantity as reported prior to Castle Fort going silent."

"Navigation, calculation on the time it would take them to get here?" He demanded, a 'yes, sir' chiming back at him. A ping alerted on his tablet, showing dozens of likely routes, all easily within the time-frame needed to get here. "Communication officer, hail them. Radar officer, any news on that identification?"

"Two ships identified, Sir, both of them from Castle Fort's related reports. Negative on the frigate, the buildings are fuzzing it at the far range its at."

"Negative hail. The escorts aren't responding, similar blockages on the frigate, Sir."

"Full stop." James ordered, glancing at his display station, his ship a couple hundred feet from the edge of the construction zone. The escorts altered their paths, pulling further away from the frigate and up, using the buildings as cover while the frigate moved to land. "That's a defensive measure, they're landing the frigate near Mountain Glenn. Deploy strike craft to intercept."

"James, shall I lead the main assault on the surface?" Ozpin offered, turning so that his back faced the officers. "You're needed on the bridge of your ship if other vessels are involved."

James nodded, the man heading for the door at the gesture, "Deploy our forces to Mountain Glenn's surface as well. Transfer all authority on the ground to Headmaster Ozpin." Tapping his chin for a moment and looking at his console, he smiled to himself. "All crew to alert status, Gunnery Officers prepare for full engagement. Move our ship into the AO, cover our infantry and order support attacks from our light flak guns on the bottom deck. Low flying until ordered otherwise."

Dozens of light interceptors, heavy fighters and bombers spilled out of the flagship, circling out around Mountain Glenn on orders from his console before twisting in from the close-North and the South, flying slowly until the engagement began in full. He ordered them in, the interceptors flying ahead as the escorts sent their own fighters spilling out of their vessels towards them, all light escort fighters.

Within moments, James settled into his world of controlled chaos with a small, self-satisfied smile.

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"Atlas is here? Why is Atlas here?" Jaune asked as they disembarked, the sounds of gunfire echoing in the distance as the fighters went to work. He opened his shield instinctively as he followed Cinder, Emerald and Mercury. Around them, White Fang soldiers ran ahead, loaded down with rifles and supplies and eager to join the fighting. "I thought this place was a secret base? Secret implies not being attacked!"

"Clearly, someone elected to change our status." Cinder snapped, rounding on him in irritation, the blonde coming up short behind her. Unsurprised at her ire, he'd sensed it building, "I need you on the surface, Jaune. That's where they'll be landing, trying to find a way in." "Unless the traitor is still here... "

"What about you three?" He asked, looking up at the massive architecture.

"We have to get The Breach underway, it would seem." Cinder said quietly, smiling to herself as a strange amusement echoed out from her. "Worry about your role, I will handle mine." "Luckily, their attack coincides with the Breach being launched."

Jaune swallowed nervously, wading into the stress and panic as before, and trying to block it out. Cinder waited a long time until he left and she felt he wouldn't note her words and turned, smiling at Emerald. "Once the train is underway, finish the harlot off. Make sure it appears as though the ship being under attack was a cause. Take it into battle, if you must. So long as it is usable, I care not for its condition afterwards."

She nodded and, just inside a door leading into the complex, Jaune's grip on his sword tightened. He looked up, hesitating only a moment, before turning and jogging into the complex. He needed to find Roman and Blake, and get to the ship. He had an idea...

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[Archive Entry 2098] Atlesian Officer Corps

Atlesian Ship Officers - Atlesian Gunnery Officers

While the Atlesian armed forces, on land at sea and in the skies over Remnant, tend to devote command positions to Huntsmen-trained specialists who have been trained for the purpose. The tactical uses of those with Aura are well known, from their durability and damage output to their tendency to be able to simply move more on a battlefield due to their enhanced physical abilities.

However, due to the nature of the intense requirements of such individuals combined with the mild rarity of those able to generate Aura in enough quantity and quality alike, many lesser officer positions - usually base officers in charge of supply, or ship-bound officers in charge of deployment managements - have to be relegated to the average Atlesian men and women.

Atlesian Gunnery Officers serve aboard Atlesian capital ships, managing fighter deployments, support runs for ground forces, and relaying of information between the ground and higher officers. The rank of Gunnery Officer indicates two things. A lack of Huntsmen level capabilities, and an individual's status as a navy officer. Such men and women could, technically, hold commands on the ground if need be. However, it is important to acknowledge that the Atlesian military structure is built around the idea that a Specialist will be on the battlefield, lending and requiring support in equal measure.

As such, Gunnery Officers are largely an auxiliary corps of sorts, and will happily defer to foreign Huntsmen should they be on the ground.

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