A/N: An excerpt, of the omake(although it might as well just be a whole other story, with the setting it's in now) where Weiss sees Six as a mentor-figure(hey, the original idea was father-figure, and it was understandably awkward considering a 17 y/o calling a ~22 y/o 'Dad').
Consider this an 'apology' for taking way too long and slacking on writing the next chapter(I feel like I've written myself in a corner, but everywhere I look, there is only open field).
Unknown Planet
September 2, 2552
0432 Hours
Sierra Beta-312
I awoke, buried in a crater. The crater had ruined what appeared to be a peaceful clearing in a small grove of trees, the world so much brighter than...than…
Reach.
Bolting upwards and scattering my restraints of dirt and snow, I drew my Magnum and scanned the area.
Unknown Planet
September 2, 2552
1057 Hours
Sierra Beta-312
The area was clear, but my upgraded motion tracker was picking up something big. Most likely a vehicle of some kind, more specifically the dropship kind.
Shit, shit, shit!
The Covvies were already here?
Earth was going to fall, and with it so would Humanity's best chance of survival.
So had this planet, although I hope I hadn't been dropped off into a nuclear winter. Escaping a glassed planet would be nearly impossible.
I summoned the M392 DMR, and the SRS-99. I would engage from long range, let the dropship fly away.
Stalking through the snow, I laid down and sighted in on the sky with the SRS.
The dropship flew into view, spewing smoke.
Definitely not Covvie design. It was white and blue, at least; that was the original color scheme.
Looked like people inside, possibly humans.
The dropship was missing a wing, and slammed into the ground. Snow flew up in drifts, and motion tracker picked up a second aircraft inbound.
Looks like they were being hunted.
Could pick a side, but I need information on what the hell is going on here.
The second aircraft touched down, and hooded people filtered out. They were all wearing masks, and were armed.
Small arms, nothing bigger than a rifle. Most had pistols; anyways.
Big guy stepped out, sword in hand. The blade was so spotless it might as well have been a fancy mirror.
They stepped into the crashed aircraft, and emerged shortly after.
Bastards were dragging three Humans out.
Sons of bitches.
They were going to pay for trying anything.
I zoomed out, decreasing from 10x to 5x. More likely to hit my shot.
One, presumably the pilot, tried to run.
They were gunned down in the snow.
Another, in a suit, was trying to protect a little girl.
Rules of Engagement usually would say to keep out of it; but…
Fuck That.
Both were forced to kneel, and at that point the suited guy tried to fight back, wrestle the gun away.
His brains splattered across the snow.
If the little girl wasn't crying yet; she was now.
Bastards were making a show of this, too. Had a camera set up and everything.
Headcount.
Eight, maybe a ninth in the aircraft.
Sword guy was readying himself to kill the girl.
Aim.
Focus.
Time slowed down, to the point I could make out the individual specks of snow falling ever so slightly.
Remnant, Crashed Schnee Transport, Solitas
September 2, 2552
1100 Hours
Weiss Schnee
Klein was dead, and so was the pilot.
Mother wouldn't wake up from the crash, and I was dragged out.
Father had managed to disappear, and was nowhere to be seen.
The White Fang Captain smirked, leveling his silver sword at my throat.
"The whole world will watch us exact vengeance upon the Schnee family; for their treatment towards the Faunus!" He boasted. The savages had even brought out a camera. He turned to the camera as the blade bit into my throat. "This is what happens to those that oppress us! We are not afraid to fight back!"
Tears were clouding my vision, everything had descended into a blurry haze.
That was before my executioner's head erupted.
Remnant, Atlas Academy, Above Solitas
September 2, 2552
1120 Hours
Colonel Ironwood
This was bad.
The White Fang had apparently ambushed the SDC transport, and managed to capture or kill all of the Schnee family. The live broadcast of Weiss Schnee being prepared for execution was even worse.
I watched it again, just to make sure this was in fact real.
It was so surreal, the pilot trying to run away, followed up with gunshots. The heiress' butler, trying to fight back only to be shot in the head.
The Schnee heiress crying as a blade was put to her throat. Blood spattered on the camera, cutting out any video.
Audio was still going, but it only revealed several gunshots and footsteps.
Winter Schnee was reported to have hidden in the Schnee mansion to grieve.
The White Fang had yet to make any announcements.
Even worse, a blizzard was descending upon the Schnee crash site, and it would erase nearly any evidence of what happened.
Unknown Planet
September 2, 2552
1109 Hours
Sierra Beta-312
"Sorry I took so long. Being slow's been a bit of a habit recently." Bitterly chuckling, my thoughts turned to Jorge. If I was just a little bit faster…
Hope I'm making you proud, big guy. Saving a kid, killing Innies, all in a day's work.
Her sobs were all that answered.
"Hey, kiddo." She looked over at me; tears still streaming down her face. "You're gonna be alright, I promise."
One of the bastards stirred. Seems I only nicked him with the SRS.
"Hold on, kid; one of the bastards that was about to kill you is still breathing, apparently." I stalked over, and activated the energy sword.
Lifting them up, I stared into their eyes. Fear. The look that Innies had been giving me for all my life.
Two blue prongs erupted into his chest and out his back, all with a silent hum.
"Was it worth it; you fucker?" She looked down at the sword before answering.
"Wh-What are you?!"
"The Devil himself." I snapped her neck, flicking her off my blade.
I grabbed the Trauma Kit strapped to my waist.
More productive things to do than kill Innies.
Actually, they all had animalistic ears or tails or some shit. Otherwise, they might as well be humans. A pattern?
The white-haired girl was clad in a tattered dress, and couldn't be any older than 5 or 6 years old.
"Man, and it's just been three days since I was supposed to die." I joked, looking her over and patching her up.
She either didn't hear me or didn't care enough to respond to the fact that she was speaking to a supposed dead man.
She was healed up as best I could, and she was relatively unharmed to begin with, just cuts and scrapes.
"I'm going to look for more survivors." I placed a hand on her shoulder before heading into the flaming wreck.
It was brutal. An elderly woman, who was most likely the girl's mother, had been brutalised. She had probably kept the girl safe at the cost of her own life. Her body was contorted awkwardly, laying over two different seats. I didn't bother with checking for a pulse; her neck was twisted at a strange angle, one too inhuman to be possible.
The second pilot clearly hadn't survived, her head embedded in the cockpit window and the yoke was impaling her chest.
Nobody else in the aircraft; there were signs of a sixth passenger, but they were nowhere to be found.
I stepped out, Mjolnir crushing the bloody snow underfoot.
All those bodies had turned the snow red, bringing back ghosts of the past.
I shook my head to dispel my demons, at least for now.
There was still a Humanity to protect. I could grieve later.
A/N: When you say you won't abandon a story; but then you realize how tempting it is.
If the pain of slogging through it truly becomes unbearable, I plan to just upload a chapter to head it off.
Said chapter will be a really rushed, basically timeline, of what happens. Sprinkled in with bits that I was actually motivated to write.
Either way, the Weiss omake will be set aside and later posted as an AU/semi-similar story, in that Six is the same character throughout both. It will be uploaded as a whole other story, and the only thing it lacks is a nice enough title.
I planned for 'Feet First into Hell: Memoirs of Weiss Schnee'; but it is written in entirely the wrong POV for that(The already shown format grates heavily on the implication said story is an autobiography).