[center][h3]Air Docks[/h3]
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Whilst the airship arrived, a development came from the opposite direction as well.  From the academy, a pair of green-uniformed Beacon staff appeared, pushing a gurney, and on their heels emerged none other than Ozpin himself.  The typically reserved and seldom-seen headmaster of Beacon moved now with urgent speed, his cane rapping a steady beat on the ground.  A school nurse followed behind as the important-looking quartet approached the docks, and when the vehicle touched down to discharge its woeful cargo, the staff of the school were ready.  Reports from the pilot in-flight had informed the school of the state of RGTS's leader, so the bespectacled youth did not even so much as need to struggle his way to the ramp; the two Beacon employees took great pains to lift him without stress into the gurney, and without further ado they were bound for the infirmary with the nurse beginning an on-the-run diagnosis.

Ozpin himself, however, remained behind.  Plainly, and even startlingly, Beacon's headmaster was on edge.  He leaned on his cane, silent for a moment to regain his breath and overall composure.  Then, surrounded at once by an air of no-nonsense inquisitiveness and utmost concern, he spoke to the remaining three students.  “On behalf of the entire academy staff, and the principles we stand for, I am deeply sorry.  Had I known that this mission would escalate as it did, according to the reports I've received, I would have never inflicted it upon you.  Rest assured that the missions coordination board will be subject to scrutiny.  Given the circumstances, I am loathe to demand more of you, but I must ask: what happened to Delta?  I would appreciate every detail any of you might be able to give.”