A Certain Remnants Accelerator

(Y/n) POV

As me and the others walk out of the mines, we could see trucks arriving, and the sun beginning to set.

The others talk with the Ass ops about something, but I ignore it. Instead, I go talk with Pyrrha.

Pyrrha: (smiles) Oh hey (Y/n).

(Y/n): Hey Pyrrha.

Pyrrha: The ace ops where really impressive.

(Y/n): Tch, they've had years of training, they'd better be that good. If you all had the years of training like them, then you all would be much better.

Pyrrha:(smiles) Thank you. It's nice to hear you give out compliments.

(Y/n): It wasn't a compliment, it was more of a....... Observation.

Pyrrha looks at something behind me.

Pyrrha: Looks like you're up.

I lazily look behind me, and saw Ironwood.

Ironwood: Can I get the team leaders over here? There's something I'd like to discuss with you. Qrow, (Y/n) you two as well.

(Y/n): Tsk.....

I walked towards Ironwood and the others.

Qrow: New problems in Mantle?

Ironwood: (sighs) More of the same, unfortunately.

He takes out his scroll and shows us a holographic image.

Ironwood: Someone in Mantle is taking out public leaders who speak out against Atlas. Specifically, people who speak out against me. It didn't look like a pattern at first. But this is the third murder of its kind in the last week.

Jaune: (stepping forward) Wait a minute. That's the guy that rode with us after we were arrested.

Ruby: (upset) He died?

(Y/n): I have no idea who that is.

Qrow: Your opposition in Mantle dropping dead isn't exactly a good look for you, huh?

Ironwood: Not really worried about my public image, but it is causing unrest. I think someone's trying to frame me and, by extension, Atlas. And it's working.

Jaune: Well, if it wasn't for the embargo making everybody so mad, people probably wouldn't be so quick to blame you for everything else.

Ironwood frowns at Jaune.

Jaune: S-sir...

(Y/n):(mind) This is the guy who's dating my sister....... At least he isn't a asshole, or there would be blood.

Ironwood: (rubbing the bridge of his nose with his fingers) No. No, you're right. Things in Mantle have been... hard to manage lately. I'm not blind to its issues. In fact, that's what I want to talk to you about.

Ironwood: With the launch of this mobile communication tower and tensions down in Mantle, I think there's a lot of good your teams can do here.

Ironwood's communicator beeps, and he puts his fingers to it, listening.

Ironwood:(surprised) What? Already? Here? No, it's fine. Let him land. I'll deal with him myself.

Qrow: More Mantle problems?

Ironwood watches an airship fly by on its way to the landing pad.