Good news, the next chapter to Remnant Falls No More is here.

Bad news, I will not be going to RTX 2015 :( why? Well because I'm broke and plane tickets cost a lot. And chances are that I won't be going to RTX Australia as well.

I'll be posting Pics on Twitter to help you people on Cheshire's Weapons and her mask.


Location unknown, 20 years after Breach

"Journal entry… Two-Oh-Eight. Several days ago, For the past couple of weeks we've received a couple anonymous message, some guy with good Intel on the queen, so far it's been proven useful, it might be a trap or someone whose sick of the queen, and now he's willing to trade for safe passage away from Vale, I'm going to meet with him tonight..."

"Dad are you going on another mission?" Asked a little girl behind him, so he paused his recording.

Facing his seven year old daughter, he gave a stern nod.

Giving her father a warm hug. "Take care"

Letting go of her daughter, he noticed her frown "Hey, Hey, smile, we named you Cheshire so that you would always smile."

"Dad…Just come back please"

A loud explosion shook their room, their brick walls blew up, a blinding white light obscured her vision, wearing off the effects of the explosion, she found that they were surrounded by Atleasean paladins on each side, her father took out Coreca Mors, and was ready to defend both their lives.

The paladins fired their dust cannons, the blue balls of energy raced towards her father, bringing up his shield, he was able to block three out of the four shots from the mechs, with one hitting him on the back, leaving a smoking hole in his armor.

Then gunfire came out of nowhere, mowing down her father, filling every inch of his body with lead, Cheshire could see her father stand,

He finally crouched down, and looked at his daughter, shocked and frightened.

Right in front of Cheshire's eyes, her father burst into flames.

The scene changed again, standing before her was a Beowulf, it's eyes analyzing her, waiting for her to make a move, she didn't know what to do, and stood there frozen in fear.


Cheshire Arc woke up gasping for air.

Reaching for the pistol she kept under her pillow, she took it out and fired a shot. Opening her eyes, there was no one there, it had all been a nightmare.

She was back in her room, no Atleasean paladins, no gunfire, and no Beowulf. Sighing in relief, she gently put down her pistol on her bed.

Her room was about the size of your average prison cell, not exactly a five star hotel room, but it was better than what happened to the people sent to the labour camps.

The red brick walls in her room provided a good comfort, pictures of her family stuck on one side, ranging from her birthdays to special events, a small stack of books inherited from her mother were in a corner and various trinkets ranging from ammunition clips to

Taking off her headphones, she looked at the track: Two hundred and eight, the last entry that her father did, before he went on a mission to extract some asset, when it turned out to be a trap, it cost him and his team their lives.

She was hopeful that he had been captured, but no, days later a public execution of her father was broadcasted everywhere.

"Cheshire" She could hear her father cough over the radio, as well as the sounds of an explosion.

"Dad?"

"I'm Sorry"

She hated this damn war, she hated the fact that her father was gone, she hated the fact that her mother was gone as well.

When she was just five, her mother and father went on a mission to the shores of Atlas, they met up with the resistance there and from what she heard it was raided by the queen's elite guard, a taskforce assembled from the worst the White Fang and the most dangerous supporters. Her father carried the body of his wife in his arms, and didn't say a word. He was gone for a week, then one day he just came back.

That's when she stopped smiling, she wanted her mother back, and her father wasn't there when she needed him. She hated him just for leaving her like that, so she used her Semblance of Intangibility to avoid her father for a whole month, until she came to her senses and decided to return back and reconciled with her father. She still lamented her father and mother when they left her.

But now what was the point of hating them? They were both dead.

Checking her pistol, the barrel had already stopped smoking. Her weapon wasn't her own creation, she took it from the back of a truck during her first raid. It was still fresh in her mind, stabbing an enemy leg, hearing him yell out in pain, climbing onto the back of the truck, and running off with her loot, the feeling of success and vengeance against her enemy made her smile a bit again.

The pistol was designated as an M6C/ SOCOM, designed for the assassin teams sent to hunt them down, it's original color was a chrome-ish silver, but she had repainted it black to suit her stealthy needs. The pistol was with an extended magazine, making her able to fire twelve 12.7x40mm dust rounds every second she pulled the trigger, good for taking down a Beowulf with one well-aimed headshot.

Looking in front of her was where her bullet found it's mark, a tiny hole behind the rack that was for her Katana. A black blade, which didn't reflect off any light, perfect for her tendencies to stick in the shadows. The blade was anything but blunt, touching its tip, she remembered the first kill she ever did, decapitating a Ursa, that was charging her.

Her own blade made her think of her mother's own weapon, Gambol Shroud, its ability to shift during combat. Sadly the equipment to make weapons shift were no longer available, they could get some of the parts, but it would cost more than a fortune. It just wouldn't be worth that much for one person.

Checking the time, it was getting close to the briefing that her aunt had planned.

Taking her sword off its rack, she sheathed her blade on her back.

Inspecting her pistol, she holstered it on her left thigh.

Looking in the mirror, right in front of her was a seventeen year old girl, with straight, blond hair, cat ears, her mother's eyes and a lot of hate in her. Her black trousers and black hoodie were clean for now, but that would only be temporary, putting on her black gloves, she shifted them in with ease.

In the corner of her eye was her mask, a white cat mask with red stripes on its side, she didn't need it now, but it was a nice mask that she had painted.

Walking out of her door, she was back in the same underground complex that she had lived in all her life. The complex was located in the streets of Vale, and was extremely disconnected with the rest of the world, it was once a White Fang bunker, long ago, but now it was forgotten. The entrance to this complex was a book store, several blocks away from the original Breach. Its owner had disappeared mysteriously, but it was most likely that he was a member of the White Fang.

Walking down the brick corridors, she dreaded whatever news from the outside world.


The room was cluttered with a documents pinned to the wall and a large map of Vale was there in the centre of it. A globe on it, showing all four kingdoms of Remnant.

An aged Weiss Schnee sat there, staring at her computer screen, at thirty seven years of age she would've still looked better, but managing a resistance in the wake of its leaders death was no easy task, sleepless nights and long fights, had done their damages and wrinkles were finally ruining her beautiful complexion, not that it mattered anyway.

Damn that Jaune Arc for leaving them so early, he could've sent someone else, her, Ren, or maybe even one of their many assets back when they had more, but no, he had to be the leader and face danger head first.

But that's why he was leader.

All those times that had she wanted to lead, now she finally got what she wanted, but it wasn't worth it all.

Ren walked in, quiet as always, back at Beacon he might have given a greeting, but every year he became less of a conservationist.

Nobody could blame him, not since the Burning of Beacon, holding Nora in his arms, a part of him died, it just got worse when his leader died.

It was the same for Weiss, half of her team died that day, and eight years after that her last surviving teammate died.

"We just lost one team in Atlas this week." Spoke up Weiss, breaking the silence. "And our teams in Mystral and Vacuo both report that they've conducted a couple of successful raids on the supply lines."

He just nodded.

They both knew what was going to happen next, the queen was going to retaliate in full force and most likely hunt down the teams that conducted raids, they would most likely be dead by the end of the month.

Weiss sighed, this wasn't what she had planned on their meeting to start off as, put now it was time to show what she had planned.

Taking out a burlap sack she had prepared, Ren just looked on with curiosity.

Reaching into the sack, she pulled out a black cubed shaped object of sort, with eight spikes, it glowed a bright orange light on its vertices and edges.

They both recognized the object as the teleportation grenade, used by the queen's forces for immediate deployment when convoys were attacked or when bases where in distress. The development of the cube was done through experiments measuring a semblance of teleportation, using the readings the cubes were produced. The sound of these cubes detonating, signaling the arrival of whatever was going after them, was a constant source of dread for the resistance.

"I know, I know, where and why did I get the cube. I'll explain when Cheshire gets here."

And right on cue, her Faunus niece walked in, and gave both of them just a simple nod "Aunt Weiss, uncle Ren"

"Cheshire" greeted her Aunt.

Noticing the grenade on her desk, Cheshire narrowed her eyes on it. "Aunt Weiss…Is that a…?"

"Teleportation grenade, no" Bringing up her sack, she unloaded its contents "Try Teleportation grenades"

Two dozen grenades spilled out of the bag, the two looked on in awe, just how did Weiss get so many?

"Aunt Weiss…"

Weiss sighed, this was going to be the persuading part, it couldn't challenge her, but still, it would be a hard pill for them to swallow.

"For the past year, I've been formulating a plan that will finally tip this war into our favor." Began Weiss

Boy, where have I heard that before.

Every time the resistance had come up with a miracle plan to actually try and win this war, they were then faced with another setback.

Once, they succeeded in freeing a large amount of people working in labour camps at Vacuo, but then the queen unleashed hell on them, she sent her men to burn the surrounding area, destroying whatever hiding spots the escapees could get, burning many along the way. The crunching sound of an Atleasean paladin stepping on a skull couldn't even be heard in the screams of the recently freed.

The two looked on at her, so she continued on her briefing. "The teleportation cubes as we know teleport inanimate and animate objects…But that's not all they do."

Activating one she threw to the ground, a large ball of orange energy swallowed her up.


One minute ago

A bright flash of orange light erupted from a book store on the streets of Vale, no one noticed the sudden orange flash from the shop, they were too busy scurrying away onto their business.

Weiss Schnee stood there in the store, the shelves were empty, no light in the room and he was smiling, the grenade worked just as she had planned, checking her watch, it had taken her back to one minute ago exactly.

There was hope for Remnant again.


Cheshire and Ren looked on in confusion, just where was Weiss going with this?

The sound of someone moving towards their room was getting louder, Cheshire and Ren pulled out their weapons and aimed it down the hallway. "Confused?" Asked the unmistakable voice of their leader, she was just walking down the hallway like nothing had happened

"Aunt Weiss, what is going on?" Asked Cheshire

Taking back her seat again "The person that they reversed engineered these grenades from didn't just have a teleportation semblance, he or she had was also capable of going back in time as well" Explained Weiss

"What?"

"I just traveled back in time, to one minute ago." Explained Weiss, with a sly grin.

"How? The grenade shouldn't be able to do that."

"Cheshire, I was once the heiress to an energy company, reactivating the time algorithms in the grenades wasn't a problem."

"So now we have a time machine that can travel back in time for one minute. What next? We try and assassinate the queen?" Asked Cheshire, spitting out the word 'queen' with a large amount of venom.

"That would be one good way to put these grenades to use, but I've got a better idea." Turning around her computer "Once I discovered that the grenades could also send someone back in time, I've spent my time working on something bigger than just going back to one hour ago."

The two starred at her, theories popped into their head.

"This amplification algorithm I've been working on here will be able to activate multiple grenades, with enough power we could travel to anywhere in time."

"You want us go back in time and stop the queen from ever gaining power." Realized Cheshire

"Exactly"

"Aunt Weiss….I have absolute faith in your abilities, but this just seems too impossible. How do we even know that the algorithm works?" Questioned Cheshire

"Cheshire, what do we have to lose? I don't want to say this, but we have already lost the war, the queen will eventually break the resistance and even if we kill her, then what? She still has more than enough supporters to take down what remains of us." Explained her aunt, flinging her arms around, just to strengthen her points.

Thankfully Cheshire had the sharp tactical thinking of her father and her mother's wits, she stared at her aunt with a calculating look "So…Time travel? If, IF, we do travel back in time, how do stop the queen?"

"There are three factors that we have to consider, the Atleasean army, specifically the Atleasean knights, then the white Fang as we called them back then, and the Grimm. But the main point of when it all started is the Breach of Vale. If we manage to prevent the Breach, then no Atleasean knights to attack civilians. I've compiled a list to help us."

"Why don't we just find someone and tell him or her of the future?" Questioned Cheshire

"That's the problem of our effects back in time, there are too many unknowns, I'm sure you have heard of the grandfather paradox or casual loop, if we travel back in time and affect it too much, the resistance or any one of us may cease to exist." Explained her aunt

"I…Believe…That we should go" Spoke up Ren, having remained quiet for so long, causing both other members to look in shock, but quickly focusing back onto the topic at hand.

"Ren…" Looking back towards Cheshire "Your uncle agrees, so what about you?"

"One question, what support will receive?"

She looked at her niece awkwardly "Cheshire, I'm sorry I lied to you before, I didn't want to do this, but currently we are the last cell in Vale"

Cheshire took a minute to process this and the reaction that came was right on the line of rage and forgiveness, she just stood up and left the room, not by using the door, but turning intangible and leaving the room without saying a word.

Ren remained stoic and emotionless, just as he always did.

Weiss looked at the sight of her niece leaving, she knew that she should've told her that they were the last remnants of what remained in Vale, instead of lying to her like that.

But then again, she didn't want to hurt her again

Sighing, she missed the sight of Cheshire smiling, it had been so long since she had seen the girl even give a smirk, the last time she had seen Cheshire be happy was when she caught sight of her father returning from a mission from Atlas. That was also the day that saw the death of her last teammate.

Before the untimely demise of her parents though, she was a constant source of joy for all of them, even in their darkest hours, she would always be there to cheer them up, like her father before he became their leader.

But growing up with both her parents dead shattered the poor girl.

She was going to give Cheshire some time, and hope that she would forgive her.


Childhood memories get blurred as people got older, but not for Cheshire Arc. They were what she had left, bottled up inside her, it reminded her day by day what she was fighting for, family, friendship, and freedom.

She stared at her wall of pictures, her mother and father, how long had it been since she had seen their faces?

Now she was presented with a chance to save their lives, time travel, it sounded so far-fetched, but it was actually really happening before her very eyes.

She knew why her aunt lied to her, she wasn't stupid, but still, it did hurt knowing that she was part of the last group of resistance left here in Vale. She was part of a legacy that was dying.

She didn't want her to lose hope.

Taking a photo of the wall, it was her fourth birthday, her father baked a cake, her mother got her a toy clown, back then she just began going through a Ninja phase, so her pajamas were riddled with people in black masks, she didn't even laugh at the fond memory, she knew what she had to do, there was no time for fun and games.

In the name of freedom, it was time to fight for it.


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