The massive rays of warming light blanketed the land below. For the first time in almost three weeks, the sky was clear of Grimm. Or at least mostly. A few of them were in pursuit of an airship that could barely stay a flight. Black smoke burst from the sputtering engines, aerial Grimm weaving through them. A few of the students were able to fend off these creatures, but they were quickly running out of time. The pilots struggled to hold the beaten airship, but a sigh of relief came over one of them when they had spotted a shiny structure in the distance. Hopefully it had been the place they heard about, because the ship was going down either way. One of the pilots flipped a switch on his helmet.

"We found it," his voice blasted through the loud speakers. "Just hold them off a little longer."

"Ha," a voice mocked through his headset. "We'll get right on that." The pilot didn't take kindly to the sarcasm in the boys voice.

"Just get the job done, Grehn."

He was at the back end of the airship with the other survivors from the kingdom of Atlas. Dust effects blew harshly into the wind from the open hatches on either side of the vessel. Grehn held tightly onto a strap above him, his clothes threatened to rip from his body. The Grimm had been toying with them, circling behind and observing. Occasionally one would poke at them. After a few moments of playing the mouse, the pilots had managed to apparently reach a distance close enough to their destination. Four feint, but powerful explosions rumbled into the air not too far off. Suddenly, all the remaining Grimm had disappeared in a bright red fiery light. 

"Hmph," Grehn was unimpressed. He looked to the few other students on board. "Atlas firepower is way better." Some chuckled.

The same pilot from before had come over the loud speaker once again. " The signal is strongest from that tower over there. That must be it. Prepare for a rough landing"

The pilot had chosen a spot to the north of the base. It was the clearest area and the only one capable of comfortably fitting the vessel. Once the crew had emerged from the ship, they were met with very few people. Two of them being the legendary Hunters from Beacon Academy, to which the pilots addressed immediately. Grehn didn't hear what they were saying, but he imagined they were discussing the crew's last three weeks. Grehn looked around the small base that Beacon Academy had set up. It was like staring at a mini replica of Beacon Academy. There were a number of students approaching them now that Headmaster Cobal had motioned for the new crew from Atlas to follow him.

"I do apologize for the lack of a welcome party," His voice was calm, just a little deeper than his appearance might let on. "It's been a bit hectic around here." Cobal pointed out a few areas, but Grehn wasn't paying attention. He was taking special notes of a select few students who had seemed like they were at their breaking point. He couldn't help but to question what was going on.

Cobal spoke again after turning to face the new arrivals. "Please, take this time to introduce yourselves to the others. Get to know them." He paused only for a moment. "I will be honest, life is going to be rough here. You will all need each other in some way or another.

Cobal took note of the time. He then began typing into his PDA system, making eye contact with each of the new students. "I recommend as much sleep as possible tonight. It's hard to come by these days. I apologize, I must tend to some business. You two gentlemen please follow me." he pointed to the pilots. "If you need anything, my door is always open. Please don't hesitate."

Grehn watched the headmaster walk off with the two pilots. He walked in the other direction back towards the airship. First order of business was food, and the ship had plenty.