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I am very happy with how well received these deleted scenes have been among you all. It's very nice to know that even my unused material is liked as much as what I actually use. As with my other stories, I will be posting my responses to the reviews with each new installment, though considering the inconsistency that will be involved with postings for this "story" I may use Private Message if I deem the question good enough or requiring immediate clarification.
SlurpthisStuff: The romance between them wouldn't have been the center of attention in the story, more of a side plot used in fluff chapters in which Silver gets curious about Jaune, (both innocent and slightly naughty), or get into funny shenanigans. The first iteration of the pairing was actually something more akin to the "relationship" between Alma Wade and sergeant Becker from FEAR… so yeah… Also, yes, the Overlord would not approve, but he would use something far worse than kokushi on Jaune's boys.
GameboyNinjaUltimate Icarus: I hope they do too. Romance is not my forte, I'm to deranged to write that without it being cheesy. That, I would probably go all Shakespeare on it and have one of the love interests bite the dust just for the hell of it… Game of Thrones has shown it works.
NinjaRiderWriter: Drama is correct, and I will indeed be adding more, in fact, after certain events of undisclosed nature, time, and place occur, I may even submit extensions of what would have happened had I kept Jaune's corruption in the story.
Phantomwa1ker: We all would love to see it. ARTISTS! DRAW A PICTURE OF SILVER ROSE AND CORRUPTED JAUNE IN A LOVING EMBRACE! DO IT!... Please…
Foul steak: A valid and excellent suggestion my dear reviewer, I will be certain to take it into consideration for future installments.
This scene is the original intro to chapter twenty-three. It was a very well written scene and would have worked out for what I had planned, but something about just didn't feel right, plus it meant I wouldn't be able to place the RVB references in there… well I could've, but they wouldn't have flowed as nicely as what I ultimately used.
Onto the deleted scene!
Grimm Heir: Deleted Scenes
Chapter 23 Original Intro
Bullhead turbines were obnoxiously loud.
For the entirety of the flight, the only sound that filled Flinch's ears was the screaming turbines that propelled her transport through the air. Even with side doors closed, she could still hear them, the metal doing very little to muffle the mechanical shriek of the Bullhead.
At least the headphones over her ears managed to block out most of the shrill roar. Flinch hated the noise. It was so harsh and artificial, it was enough to give the slave a headache! She preferred real screaming to this grating imitation. There was just something so invigorating about listening to a victim scream for mercy. They never screamed the same way twice, each cry was unique. So much better than the never-ending shriek of the Bullhead that never ceased and never changed.
So when the comlink came alive with a burst of static, the slave took silent relief in having something else to hear other than screaming turbines.
"We are closing in on the target area," Flinch heard through her headset. "Prepare, warriors of the Grimm Master! You disembark in ten minutes!"
The line went dead, and the Thralls that shared the cabin with her began checking over their weapons as the turbines roared. Flinch watched as they inspected their weapons, pulling out magazines and shoving them back in after a quick look and switching off safeties. It was regular behavior for the Thralls, they all needed to make sure they were ready for battle and malfunctioning equipment would hamper efficiency.
Flinch quickly looked down to inspect her own weapon. Not Buldem Vor. The Grimm whip was always ready to claim lives and inflict pain, it did not need a onceover. No, Flinch was checking her other weapon. Her new weapon.
It was a pistol, made – not looted – for Flinch to use. Master had it forged for her. The first weapon ever made by a Grimm (the Thralls were technically Grimm), crafted out of scrap metal and spare parts by the few gunsmiths they had under their control, and placed in the hands of the first slave to ever serve Grimm.
A rather poetic gesture, when one stops to thinks about it.
It was bestowed to Flinch as soon as she returned to the Gulch, and she quickly went about familiarizing herself with her new weapon.
Despite the crude manner in which it was constructed, the pistol was an astounding piece of equipment. It sported twin magazines that housed sixteen high-velocity Dust rounds each, and was capable of switching between burst and fully automatic fire settings with the flip of a switch. The grip was craved from dark wood Flinch knew not the name of. It was comfortable, shaped at an angle that made holding and aiming the weapon easier. It was bigger than standard pistol models many of the Thralls used, making it difficult to conceal on her person, but the larger size was necessary in order to hold the shockingly powerful receiver of the weapon.
Which made sense. It was not designed to be a hidden weapon, used for infiltration and assassination. It was made for direct conflicts on the frontlines.
Conflicts like the one Flinch was flying towards right now.
Right after gifting her the weapon, Master had told Flinch that he wanted to expand his Thralls' influence westward, towards Vacuo. That way, once Vale was destroyed they would already have forces raiding around Vacuo and drawing Grimm towards its major city. However, there was a problem. The west lacked the extensive cave systems of the east, severely limiting not only where the Thralls could establish their lairs, but also how to keep in contact with each other.
The eastern cave systems allowed Thralls to ferry messages between lairs with ease and security. Without this underground network to utilize in the west the Thralls would require a more… sophisticated system of communication.
'Five minutes to disembark!' The pilot announced, mad excitement clear in its voice. 'Today, you shall be the vanguard of our dark lord!'
Their target location possessed such a system, along with the individuals capable of maintaining and operating it. Master wanted these individuals captured and the location brought under his control. It would serve as his Thralls' gate into the west, from which his minions would pour through and raid, plunder, and kill in his name.
But Master did not want significant damage inflicted on the target, nor did he want their inhabitants to suffer high causalities. He did not want to risk damaging what made this place their target, nor did he want to risk losing vital personal.
Therefore, the impending assault would be carried out using standard weapons. No explosives, flamethrowers, or special Dust rounds, as the collateral damage caused by them would he unacceptable.
It would be a great challenge for the Thralls, in more ways than one.
Self-control had always been a lacking quality in the Thralls, they were only Grimm possessed bodies after all. They might have more intelligence than the average Grimm, but their instincts still overrode their ability to reason once they caught the scent of blood.
This was a test.
"Two minutes to disembark!" A sound reminiscent of an eager snarl followed the statement.
Flinch knew this was a test, only a brain-dead fool would think it wasn't. Why else would their newest asset be a part of such an important operation if not to gauge its skill and worth?
The Thrall that once been Adam Taurus stood calmly at Flinch's right, (with her armored Thrall taking its place at her left). In its old life it had been an efficient killer, cold and calculated, using its anger as a weapon without letting its emotions control it.
Master wanted to see if this… skill had survived the masking or if it had died with the Thrall's original identity.
Would the Thrall once named Adam Taurus fight as a warrior this day, or would it succumb to its bloodlust and rampage like the beast it now was?
"One minute!"
Flinch pushed those thoughts away for another time. Now was the time for battle, not thinking.
She reached into a pocket of her new battle garment, (another gift given to her by Master colored to mimic the combat uniform of the White Fang), and pulled out from its depths a small mask.
Adam's mask…
She placed the mask over her face, (surprised by how much she could actually see through its tiny eyes-slits), and stood up from where she sat with both weapons in hand, ready to reap lives.
This was going to be a Red Wolf attack, after all. The bloodthirsty, radical faction of the White Fang that slaughtered humans regardless of their racial views and killed faunus for just associating with what they called "the lesser race".
If anyone in the target area saw a human fighting alongside the Red Wolves, escaped the attack, and managed to survive long enough to reach a settlement, they would spread word of what happened.
And of the human woman leading the slaughter.
But, as always, Master had a solution. A splendidly sound and simple solution…
"Target reached!"
The Bullhead lurched to a stop, jolting its occupants for a moment before they regained their balance. Both side doors slid open, flooding the cabin in both light and the full force of the aggravatingly loud turbines. "GO, GO, GO!" The pilot shouted, prompting the Thralls to jump out of the transport roaring in anticipation. "Do our master proud, brothers and sisters! Claim this land in his name!"
Flinch and her two Thralls were the last to leave the Bullhead. Her younger Thrall leapt out with the same level of abandon as its comrades had, though its roar was much louder. The Thrall that once been Adam Taurus vacated the transport in a less obnoxious fashion, stepping out of the Bullhead silently with its weapon ready but not drawn.
Flinch's descent was also silent, and a tad more graceful. When the slave landed on the ground, she quickly stood up and surveyed the area.
Five other Bullheads hovered some thirty feet in the air around her own transport as their own occupants joined her on the ground. Further ahead, another group of six Bullheads released the assault transport jeeps hanging from their undercarriage as raider bikes sped out of their modified passenger cabins, (four bikes per Bullhead).
With their cargo delivered, the Bullheads' role was finished. The tiny fleet of transports gained altitude, and flew back in the direction they had come from. Flinch watched them go for a moment, enjoying how with second passed the sound of the turbines grew more and more distant. Then she made her way over to one of the jeeps.
They had been dropped some five miles away from their target location, and would need to drive the rest of the way. The Bullheads could have just dropped them in the target perimeter, yes, but they would be spotted long before reaching an optimal drop off site and would need to stay still as they deposited the Thralls, leaving them vulnerable to enemy fire.
Going in on land-based vehicles would be safer, not to mention it would confuse the enemy. Automobiles were rare this far outside the kingdoms, the last thing one would expect to see out here was a pack of them heading straight for them.
Author's Note: Again, it wasn't that disliked this scene, it just felt off to me. I think it was mainly because I had the Bullheads pull back after dropping Flinch and the Thralls. Now, while this is a deleted scene, what goes through Flinch's head about the ulterior motive of the assault being a test of Adam's skill is canon. I forget if I mentioned it in the actual chapter or not, but if I didn't, well here it is.
Now! Before you all leave, I have an announcement to make! As many of you have guessed, I am a huge Warhammer 40k fan. Books, lore, I love it all. I even played the tabletop game for a while, but stopped roughly seven years ago. But that is about to change. I am getting back into the tabletop, only this time, my Space Marine chapter has a name, lore, and characters of my own design!
Let the enemies of the God-Emperor tremble, for the Black Lions of Salem have come to smite His foes! Glory to the faithful! Death to the heretic!
Not really important or relevant, I just wanted to let you all know. (mainly because I may or may not end up doing a RWBY/Warhammer crossover with them) If you want to talk to me about them in further detail, don't hesitate. And if you have any suggestions you'd like to make, (such as character and planet names), definitely don't hesitate. Ave Imperator.
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