I'm working on a few stories I haven't released yet. I put more focus on them now, so they won't delay other projects when I start writing on them. In hindsight, I should have done more of this while I was waiting for AOC to finish, but then again, I didn't have the story ideas back then.
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"You always need to control the fight." A woman instructed. "Adjust to your tactics to exploit your opponent's weaknesses."
"What if I'm fighting someone who has no weaknesses?" A young boy asked.
"Everyone has weaknesses. Physical, psychological, emotional." The woman replied. "Even strength can be a weakness, when turn against them. You just need to figure out how to exploit it."
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Viridian stared at the Atlasian airships hovering over Vale. They're waiting for the right moment. He reminded himself.
"Hey, can I borrow some money?" Indigo Goferra asked her teammate.
Viridian opened his wallet, and pulled put some Lien. "Here."
Indigo noticed an insignia on the wallet. "Cloverfield Labs?" Indigo questioned.
"My mother inherited it her from mother." Viridian explained.
"Never heard of them. What do they do?" Indigo asked, intrigued.
"They use private funding to develop new technology." Viridian answered. He sounded apathetic, as if he were discussing a trival matter.
"So it's like Eclipse, but without the criminal activity." Indigo concluded.
"More or less." Viridian replied.
"You and Rusty both have rich parents. No wonder you two became friends." Indigo said.
"I have a rich parent." Viridian noted.
"You're not like Rusty, or Weiss, or Jaune." Indigo observed.
"What do you mean?" Viridian asked.
"Your family doesn't motivate you like their's." Indigo elaborated. "Why didn't you end up like them?"
"Maybe it's because I don't have siblings." Viridian shrugged. Maybe it's because your father is trying to kill you.
"You think your different because of you, or because of something in your life." Indigo asked.
"I wouldn't know." Viridian answered.
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"You decided you can just say we trust Heliotrope without me?" Dr. Sol Apollo asked angrily.
"I'm sure you would have said agreed to his offer." Dr. Luna Artemis replied.
"This is feeling less like a partnership." Apollo explained. "First, you recruit Onyx without my consideration. Then you agree to let Achroma collect the Crown of the Riders."
"We didn't need the Crown, and we owed a debt." Dr. Artemis justified.
"So you let someone we can't trust take it?" Apollo questioned.
"I never told you to fight Onyx Rider. Twice." Dr. Artemis remind. "Besides, we're working on Project Black Ghost now. That was your idea."
"I'm questioning what you want from this." Dr. Apollo said.
"I want to see the doctor's work completed, same as you." Dr. Artemis replied.
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"If you're certain the procedure will be successful. What are you worried about?" Professor Ozpin asked. He was on a level of Beacon Tower hidden deep below the school, staring two pods. One with an unconscious girl inside, and the other empty.
"I'm worried the unknown factors. Separated Maiden power is uncharted waters for the both us." Dr. Kelly Rifleman explained. She wore a white lab coat. Under the labcoat was a green sweater, and brown cargo pants. Her boots were black, with brown straps with silver buckles. She had golden goggles with jade lenses and a brown strap, hanging around her neck. An advanced device was locked around her ankle.
"I'm aware that you prefer to rely on certainties, but that isn't a luxury we can afford." Ozpin responded.
"I'm certain that the people you're up against have that luxury." Dr. Rifleman grumbled. "They've had time to plan for every possibilty.
"Which is exactly why we're using what cannot be expected." Ozpin replied.
"The next generation? You think they aren't going to expect that?" Dr. Rifleman asked.
"I know that no one can predict uncertainties." Ozpin answered. "You of all people should know that." He reminded.
"It doesn't matter. The attacker was able to take down a fully powered maiden. She's probably going to steal the rest of the power, regardless of who's holding it." Dr. Rifleman noted.
"If this works, we can at least buy some time." Ozpin assured.
"Even if we do transfer over the power, I have no idea what the second soul will do to the first." Dr. Rifleman said. "Without studying the assailant's changes, I can't tell what side effects the process might have."
"Can we transfer the power, or not?" Ozpin finally asked.
"Yes, but only on the right host." Dr. Rifleman answered. "A mentally unprepared subject could lose their mind and a physically unworthy subject may not be able to hold onto the power. And if the attacker was only able to hold onto the power because she was the last person in Amber's thoughts, then the procedure is doomed to fail."
"Is there anyway to minimize the risk?" Ozpin asked.
"Only if you can find the exact type of host the power would choose when if the last person Amber thought about was Qrow." Dr. Rifleman replied.
"That could be any young female." Ozpin explained.
"Not if there's a pattern you haven't noticed." Dr. Rifleman theorized. "Like I said, uncharted waters. If I had some kind of record of previous Maiden's I could figure out who might be compatible."
"You've done enough. Now, it's past time you left." General Ironwood walked towards the two.
"Leave? Do you think I'm stalling to avoid going back to my cell?" Dr. Rifleman asked.
"If the machine is finished, then you're not needed here anymore." General Ironwood spoke.
"You didn't answer my question." Dr. Rifleman observed. "Is this about Camo? What did he do this time?"
"It's none of your concern." Ironwood answered.
"So it IS about Camo." Dr. Rifleman concluded. She followed General Ironwood to the elevator.