Ozpin's office - Arrival of Amity Stadium and Ironwood's Fleet

Glynda Goodwitch sighed as she looked out at the small fleet of Atlesian airships, and their complement of bullhead fighters, "Ironwood certainly loves bringing his work with him wherever he travels."

Ozpin tipped his head in acknowledgement, "Well, running an academy and a military makes him a busy man.

"But yes, those are an eyesore."

Ozpin looked at the terminal in his desk, notifying him that there was someone at his door, turning to the door, he called, "Come in."

"Ozpin!" Ironwood greeted, entering the office.

"Hello, General," he replied politely, approaching the man.

"Please, drop the formalities," Ironwood requested, "it's been too long." He turned to Glynda, "And Glynda! It has certainly been too long since we last met."

Her face lit up, tone sickly sweet, "Oh, James!" her expression returned to its usual stern scowl, "I'll be outside." She left the office without another word.

Ironwood shared a look with Ozpin, "Well, she hasn't changed a bit."

Ozpin returned to his desk, "So what in the world has brought you all the way down from Atlas?" he asked, pouring a piping hot drink into a mug on his desk, "Headmasters don't typically travel with their students for the Vytal Festival."

Ozpin offered the mug to Ironwood, who nodded in thanks, "Well, you know how much I love Vale this time of year," Ironwood reached into his jacket for a flask, pouring some of the contents into his mug, "besides, with you hosting, I thought that this might be a good opportunity for us to… catch up."

Ozpin strode to his chair pouring a mug for himself, "I can certainly appreciate quality time between friends, however, the small fleet outside my window has me somewhat concerned."

"Concern is what brought them here," the general replied simply.

"I understand travel between kingdoms has become increasingly difficult-"

Ironwood huffed, "Oz, you and I both know why I brought those men."

Ozpin sighed, "We are in a time of peace. Shows of power like this are just going to give off the wrong impression."

"But if what Qrow said is true…"

"If what Qrow said is true, then we will handle it tactfully. It's the Vytal Festival, a time to celebrate unity and peace. So I suggest that you not scare people by transporting hundreds of soldiers halfway across the continent."

"I'm just being cautious."

Ozpin lowered his mug, "As am I. Which is why we will continue to train the best Huntsmen and Huntresses we can."

Ironwood set his own mug down forcefully, "Believe me, I am." He turned to leave, "But ask yourself this: Do you honestly believe your children can win a war?"

Ozpin mulled over the question, "I hope they never have to." He watched as Ironwood moved to leave, "James," the general turned to Ozpin, "I heard a fascinating rumor about you acquiring something interesting in Vacuan desert. Care to let me in on the secret?"

The general's eyes widened for an instant before a deep frown played across his face, "A team of my students on exchange with Shade encountered something during a live fire mission in the desert. They requested support from the academy, but we both know how they answered."

Ozpin sighed, "Indeed."

"So they called me. I redirected a scout unit in the area and extracted my students and a wounded individual."

Ozpin raised an eyebrow, "I hardly see anything unusual about a stranded civilian attacking someone in a delirious state. What makes this any different?"

"My students, a team of third years, were completely unable to touch him until he succumbed to wounds he sustained before my students encountered him."

"Hmm, and where is this individual now?"

"He's currently unconscious in the medbay of my flagship. I sent a small detachment to retrieve him from my scouts, and let the team return to their mission," Ironwood's scroll pinged, and he pulled it from his jacket, reading the message, "speaking of, it seems he's woken up," Ironwood looked to Ozpin, "I take it you'd like to meet my guest?"

Ozpin nodded, "If it's no trouble."

"None at all, in fact you may of some help in this case. We haven't been able to learn anything about who he is or where he came from."

"I don't see how I can be of any help, if even Atlas' extensive intelligence gathering services were unable to find any information on this man."

"I think it's best you see him for yourself."

Ozpin stood from his desk and walked toward the door, "By all means, James, lead on."

Atlesian Flagship - Medical Center

The two headmasters stood outside the room housing the odd young man, observing him through the window.

He was tall, towering head and shoulders over the medical staff despite sitting in the single chair in the room. A wild mop of steel colored hair tumbled down his back reaching his waist.

He was almost entirely bare save for a pair of briefs, his slim form covered by a chaotic spider web of scars and burns. His eyes were electric green, almost seeming to glow even in the bright light of the medical room.

Branded over the scars in the center of his chest was a symbol with a coffin shaped border surrounding a circle with five lines radiating from the lower half and a smaller half-circle resting above.

His marred face was impassive as the medical personnel poked and prodded at him, a small flicker of curiosity in his eyes as he watched them intently.

He was utterly silent in spite of frequent attempts by the nurses to glean any verbal response from him, he certainty understood what was being said, however, as he complied with requests to check his physical responses and reflexes.

Ironwood and Ozpin observed for a time as test after test was administered, until the lead doctor exited the room and approached them.

"General Ironwood, Headmaster Ozpin," both men shook her hand, "quite the specimen you've got here."

Ozpin turned back to the window, content to let the general talk with the doctor.

"The patient is in excellent health," the doctor began, "despite his frankly absurd physical appearance. What is interesting is that he has a healing factor rivaling some of the more common regenerative semblances but no aura."

Ozpin watched as the nurses cleared away the various pieces of testing equipment. The young man rose to his feet, revealing his true stature, his head almost brushing the ceiling as he made his way to the door.

He was intercepted by a nurse gently laying a hand on his midriff, speaking and gesturing toward the bed in one corner of the room.

This spurred Ozpin into action, he casually strode to the door and entered the room, the young man's eyes immediately locking onto him and flickering across his form.

Ozpin made his way to the bed, sitting down and gesturing to the chair, "Why don't you take a seat, young man, let us talk."

The young man's face seemed etched in stone as he nodded and returned to the chair.

"The doctor told me that you didn't answer any of the questions you were asked, why is that?"

A blank stare was his only answer.

"I know that you can understand what I am saying, so perhaps you are simply unable to speak. Is that the case?"

A small shake of his head answered Ozpin.

"No? Then maybe you are refusing to speak, hmm?"

The young man gave a single nod.

"I see, is it an injury perhaps? One that makes it uncomfortable to speak?"

He shook his head.

Ozpin thought for a moment, reconsidering his approach, before pulling out his scroll, "Do you know how to use one of these?" he offered it to the young man, who reached over and lifted it delicately with his long fingers.

Sitting back in his seat, the young man cradled the scroll in one hand while the other hovered over it.

"Greetings Headmaster Ozpin," came a harsh synthetic voice.

Ozpin blinked in surprise, "I don't believe I introduced myself, how do you know who I am?"

"The doctor greeted you as such. This scroll is also registered to one 'Ozorius Pinto'."

The headmaster frowned, "I hope you haven't taken liberties with my private information. That would be rather… Problematic."

He shook his head, "I have interfaced with only the most surface level functions of this device in order to communicate with you."

Ozpin relaxed slightly, "I must admit, I am curious as to how you are doing that, as I understand it you have neither aura nor a semblance, yet you demonstrate a regenerative factor that outpaces most hunters, and the ability to interact with electronic devices by touch alone. Care to enlighten me?"

The young man's eyes lost focus and the scroll's screen began flickering between articles hosted on the CCT network.

A few moments later the his eyes honed in on Ozpin once more, "your public records do not contain any information on the ones that granted me these abilities. May I scan encrypted systems for any information?" the request was delivered without any change in his expression.

Ozpin raised an eyebrow, "For the time being, I think it best you avoid delving into the affairs of others, at least until we can confirm you pose no threat to us. Is that acceptable?"

The young man nodded, "I have no problems."

Ozpin sighed, "In the meantime, I think we may have strayed somewhat from the purpose of our conversation. Why don't we start over?

"I am Professor Ozpin, it's nice to meet you, what's your name?"

The young man was silent for a moment, "I do not have a name."

"Where do you come from?" Ozpin questioned.

"I do not recall, and can find no trace of my existence within your networks."

"Then is there anyone I can look for? A relative or a friend?"

"No. I am alone."

"Would you like to change that?" Ozpin asked, a plan forming.

"I do not understand."

"Do you want a family, friends, relationships with other people?"

He was quiet for almost a full minute before responding, his face like carved stone, "My emotions are no longer suppressed," Ozpin swore he heard a trace of shock in the false voice, "I find I do not want to be alone. I wish to… Belong."

A/N: This is my first RWBY fic, so go easy on me. I don't actually have a name for the MC as yet, so any suggestions are welcome. I know he seems a bit OP but there are reasons for it that will come as more is learned about him and his past.