[center]-=-=[b]Gren[/b]=-=-[/center]

Always a medical facility, of one sort or another, and never a fortress despite Pop's haste in hiring on security guards, the Shelter's barracks resembled neither a bunker nor a military-style security station.  But with Gren newly arrived on the scene, it at least resembled a warzone.  Not prepared for a fully-armored giant wielding a flamethrower, rocket-launcher, chainsaw, and minigun all rolled up into one highly improbable but undeniably devastating machine of destruction, the guards had initially crumbled under Gren's assault, and with ease he had broken into the barracks.  

Now, with bunks and tables made into crude cover, shelves and desks reduced to kindling, and a third of the eighteen guards already subdued or oblivious, nobody was keen on fighting the hunter further.  Fortunately, a back door provided some method of retreat, and half of the remaining guards had fled through it while the other half still endeavored to put the hurt on the cyborg faunus, using batons, pistols, tranquilizers, and nets; police and kennel equipment both came into play, but in terms of effectiveness they were lacking.  Still, the majority of the guards were no pushovers.  At the very least they were well-trained, and toughly built.

Those who had fled, however, had a course of action very different from combat in mind.  Melding with the crowd of doctors and spectators rushing in the general opposite direction from the operating room in which Pop and Sapphire stood as opponents, the guards ascended toward the upper levels, though not without making one important detour.  Nestled in the back rooms of the Shelter were the enclosures where the more volatile high-aura animals were cared for, and believing the Shelter itself to be on the verge of ruin thanks to the intruders, the guards had no qualms about letting the animals free.  Whether committed out of a desire to give the animals a chance to save themselves should the Shelter catch fire, or in order to provide an obstacle to keep the Beacon team off the guard's backs, this act unleashed a couple of very dangerous animals onto the premises.

Among them was Porridge's only surviving brother—the oldest, the biggest, and the most ill-tempered.  While Porridge had been able to make small plants grow, and the late middle brother had been able to make spikes grow out of solid surfaces, the hippo-sized eldest iguana could control its own size at will.  It headed toward the sounds of commotion emanating from the barracks.  Not far from this iguana was a horse with an ice semblance, who, while more interested in the larder than combat, would not hesitate to chill and kick any humans dumb enough to get in its way.

Other animals milled or ran about.  Utter pandemonium had seized the Shelter, for now only on one of its sides, but quickly spreading.

[center]-=-=[b]Ozpin's Office[/b]=-=-[/center]

Fresh and rejuvenated after a jog and a cup of coffee, Ozpin bustled into his office and found the three students waiting.  With a decidedly amicable air he shook the hand of each one, voicing his hopes that all had a pleasant day and requesting their names.  Once the introductions had been taken care of, the green-clad man took his customary position at his desk and bid the three sit.

“So!  Napoli Fiordilatte, Gratia Mindaro, and Emerald Felicia.  I hope I've gotten all that right.  It is a privilege for Beacon to be participating in this year's exchange student program; I expect, in fact, we may see more of you in the future.  Perhaps you met the students from Beacon in passing?  Hopefully team JRVR -Jayden, Rayna, Victor, and Rakim- will enjoy their time at your academy as much as you do here.  For now, though, let us focus on you.  Emerald, you have come alone, but never fret!  You'll find the majority of our student body accommodating and our teachers more than willing to admit a fresh face into their classes.  Napoli and Gratia, though you've left half of your team behind for now, I can already see you making a bigger splash here than many of our four-man teams.  I trust you'll adapt well.  Of course, I will need all four of you to visit the official Beacon site via your scrolls and enroll in your classes on our official Conference Document, but that should be a cinch.  Today, you'll find most of the school empty, for on Fridays the teams are sent away to perform missions.  Take a tour of our academy and get to know the place; if you like, I'll send for Sarina Tala Dei, one of our seniors who often helps the freshmen.”

Ozpin removed three Vale scrolls from the desk and pushed them across the table to the exchange students.  “Know that we will permit you no special favors despite being exchange students in our teachings—but then, I doubt you three would have settled for anything less than the full Beacon experience.  Farewell.”