Hello there everyone, welcome back for another Interlude!

Before we get started, I'd like to thank everyone who left a review from last chapter. Thank you Baoh joestar, Drake D Zero, jin0uga, Schildjunker and noone297! As always, thank you all for the kind words ant thoughtful input.

I'm also pleased to see that chapter went well with you, especially glad to see you guys liked Kruger's angle and reason for villainy. As well as that whole 'Cataclysm' thing. I'm sort of waiting for the show to delve into why the moon is the way it is. If anything I can say I beat them to the punch. So that's neat.

So, anyways, without further ado, on with the interlude!

Hey, Dad

It was after that mess down in Grendel some years back, when Messier Violette received the phone call. It was all over the news back then. The media was hailing the actions of some brave Huntresses who'd met with death and denied his passage as well as the mourning of a teacher who was not as lucky as his students. That team that day in Grendel, who'd repelled a Grimm attack on a poor Faunus community, weren't even proper Huntsmen.

It wouldn't be until years later when they all found out the whole affair was kicked off by some radicals, seeking to justify human supremacy or some such other nonsense.

But, while sitting by the television that day, Messier felt a tinge of fear. A sharp prick in his heart and his gut plunging into an abyss. The Violette that hadn't amounted to anything in his life, knew in those moments, while watching the reporters with their fake optimism about strengthen bonds between humans and Faunus, in that moment Messier knew that his daughter Nebula was somehow involved.

There was no word of any other fatalities beside the Professor from Shade, but still, the horrors of being a parent were there. The ever constant worry plagued Messier as he was left wondering if his shooting star was alright. Was his daughter okay?

And then the home phone rang. The foreboding echo of the ring haunted Messier as if it were the voice of Death himself, come to personally deliver the bad news.

Messier hauled himself up out of his seat and dragged himself to the phone. There was a brief hesitation as Messier reached out to claim the phone. He brought his hand back, afraid to even touch it. He stood by the phone and would have allowed to ring on forever rather than answer it. And then the ringing ended so Messier allowed himself a bittersweet sigh.

What a cowardly man he was, he thought to himself. His Grandfather Orion must be screaming in his grave, just as his father Andros. Both would be disappointed to see what kind of man he'd turned out to be. For goodness sake, he couldn't even pick up a bloody phone.

He hated himself, hated that he'd lived in fear of becoming a failure. But more than anything he hated that he was so powerless and how such a scared little man he'd become.

Messier hung his head low and resolved to return to his sofa, or to his room or his study. Someplace where he could hide his shame. And he was well on his way when the phone rang again.

He stared at the ringing phone on its stand once more with weary eyes as it taunted him. Be it Monty or his mortal opposite, someone demanded that Messier answer that phone. But this time he was not afraid, just tired and expecting the worse. So he reached out and claimed the phone before pressing it to his ear.

"Hello?" He asked cautiously.

"Hey, Dad." The speaker replied.

And then Messier wept tears of joy, happy to know his little girl was alright.

A simple enough interlude, right?

I initially planned for something like this to be in last chapter, but I couldn't find anywhere to put it in the chapter.

Anyways, I think this is the first present day interlude. Every other one has been a flash forward or a flashback. So, something new. Certainly acts as the perfect epilogue to the Nebula arc.

So Next Arc: The Vytal Festival!'Til next time dear readers!