Summary/disclaimer: Time for another chapter of Soft Snow. Enjoy the 2200-word chapter. I do not own RWBY or Star Wars, Disney, Monty Oum, and Rooster Teeth do.
(Star Destroyer Valant)
The ISB agent stood on the deck of the cruiser and felt tired, too interested in what he would do next. He knew more and more that he could deal with this as he clicked his fingers.
"Sir? There has been a single GR-75 departing from the coordinates. I have ion canons loaded."
"Good." He said before turning away from the table. "We both know this 'Shade' has been in contact with rebels and have been busy trying to rally dozens of soldiers…. The more we are busy trying to deal with Shade? The longer the cell will remain active." He stated.
"Lieutenant? I have no idea why you are aboard this ship but I must remind you." He stated.
"I am here because I have been given a task by the ISB…. As an agent of the ISB? That is my duty. I take pride in my duty… If you wish for your ship back? Please let me do my duty and get on with it." He stated.
He decided to leave before anything came of it. it was not going to be something he lost sleep over it.
(Atlas)
Winter signed off on another paper and then sighed. She had yet to do much work as a Colonel of the Atlesian Army and it was annoying her, she had assigned Lieutenant Colonel Olive Harper to deal with it for now.
Paperwork was vexing, however… And the woman was steadily growing damn tired of this annoyance. She had not been able to act and being cooped up in this damn office was making her deranged to begin with.
Perhaps it was fate telling her something. She had been too tied down for now, knowing what was going on and what to see and do next. Such measures were too chaotic for even her.
She was ready to scream and might have done so if it was not going to be over yet… All of it? All of it ended today with it in fire, she had been an odd little soldier to have acted and she knew it… There was something more hiding.
She leaned back against the desk, knowing what the next move would be… She had been too familiar with the trappings of the military and what to expect.
She had been too unfamiliar with military law at the end of the day, she decided to react with the lack of amusement on her mind.
There was a very high chance she would be ripping the head off something either way. There was zero importance in it.
Perhaps that was why it had all come crashing down to the end at the end of the day.
Yes, it would be hard to try and alert the chance, for now, to become harder and harder for now.
Yes, it would be funnier and funnier with such a thing would be dealt with now.
Yep, too much for her at this very moment as she sighed once more. She sighed to try and go to General Ironwood and try and talk to him, working over their next move.
The sooner they managed to relax and get the best amount of work done? The better, she needed to be on the frontlines of combat to begin with.
(With the ISB)
The Lambda shuttle slowly yet surely seemed to head through the clouds. The stormtroopers around him prepared for combat as the soldier fell silent.
All of them were skilled… But these were rebels, they had no concept of fair play, of tactics like standing and fighting.
No, they were fighting rebels… And he knew the shuttle was not something to try and figure out, there was a lot of chaos and he had to shift through it to get where he would be next.
He had planned to wait for the rebels to make a flaw, it would be so easier to try and deal with it.
"Why didn't we just bomb them from orbit, sir?" One of the Stormtroopers stated.
"Because it would cause damage we do not need and kill citizens of the empire." He stated.
It would have been easier to simply turn the district into ash under the turbolasers of his ship. He had no desire to do so for many reasons.
"Sir? We have located them…" They heard as he sighed and nodded.
(With Atlas)
Ironwood heard the clack of military-grade heels before she saw the woman. She was silent, too interested in results over what had been occurring for now as she seemed to keep looking around at what was going on.
She had not been able to try and deal with the peace. Not because she hated the idea of peace…. He knew very well Winter was a patriot and she worked to make the galaxy safe for now.
She was not going to be dealt with what he could have said… She seemed to be dealt with for now and then she leaned on the wall too interested in what he could have dealt with.
Winter was too relaxed; she had been a soldier for a long for now. There was too much to have to try and manage.
So much on her mind existed, and so much would keep growing for the time being.
She stood at attention before she looked over at Ironwood, pausing to think of what the next move was going to be.
"Sometimes I point out try and deal with it in new ways, in a manner which needed to be handled purely and utterly… Anything else was less than ideal as it would always have been, always would be for now at the end of the day." Ironwood stated before he turned.
"I've finished the reports, sir," Winter stated.
"I know," Ironwood stated before he sighed and rubbed at his temples for a moment.
He had been too interested in what he would need to deal with for now… Such a thing would be dealt with for now.
He had a lot more to try and deal with, something that he would keep being dealt with for now.
He knew more and more with each passing moment more soldiers escaped them, more mercenaries. He had a lot of things on his mind either blasted way.
Each little motion he made would cut deeper and deeper. He had each little way to try and fix it in his different way.
He would not be able to try and deal with it at the end of the day, he had not been able to try and figure something out as he paused once more.
He had not been able to think of what was coming next as a result of it. He wanted nothing more than to be over such a thing, too over it as he clicked his fingers and then looked downwards to the ground.
Each little motion, each little annoyance he tried was only forcing him towards the next part of the part
He had been too interested as he clicked his fingers and then sighed, knowing exactly what had been done to try and fix it for now… He knew every single step of the party and each way to try and fix it for now…
He had not been able to try and deal with it at the end of the day for now as he paused, thinking about such things.
He had not been able to react.
"We have more soldiers on sorts of issues, the more we wait? The more the White Fang act. We know they even have a new base and operations to hit us with… And I have zero soldiers whom can act." Ironwood said.
He wanted to say something about the issue… He had been too relaxed, too interested in it for now, an operation that had kept growing more and more impatient in what he had been relaxed about.
He wanted to keep growing and knowing what he would deal with for now… He had not been able to try and deal with it, he had been too unfamiliar with now.
He had not been able to deal with it, for now, he clicked his fingers and then thought of his next mission… He had a lot more to see and deal with it, he had been too interested as he clicked his fingers.
Such a thing was not going to be dealt with for now as he clicked his fingers… Each little moment he attempted was going to be dealt with for now… Such a thing would be making it all the way.
He was too thrown off; he would only continue to try and deal with it for now. This all was pushing him through it to the end with each passing moment going down the line for now and that was enough.
(Lambda shuttle)
The shuttle slowly seemed to land and he was thrown off by how peaceful things were… But he had a job to do and these sights would not remain this way so long as his job remained undone.
He decided to let his stormtroopers move ahead, it was standard for them to act.
Still? He had not been able to try and deal with it for now as he clicked his fingers before as he paused to try and deal with it as he seemed to be dealing with it.
Yes, so much had already been lost to time and space… He just had to be dealing with something beyond normal.
"Lieutenant?" He heard as he paused, thinking for but a moment.
"We have a lot to do, Captain…. Please, tell me what is going on." He said, drawing his RK-3 from its holster.
"The Azure Centurions have seen fit to try and attack…." The captain stated.
"Keep them off your ship, Captain. I will deal with their base." He stated. "Set your weapons to stun or kill… Need at least one alive to question." He stated.
He had no reason to be sadistic, to be cruel, to be anything less than a servant of the empire.
He seemed to be too interested in what he would do next as he knew each little footstep was hard. He knew this was long and tedious as he took them towards destroying this cell of the rebellion was something he had been hoping would bring peace.
He paused to let it all step into peace. He had peace left to share, he had a very long chance to try and deal with it until he would need to grow more and more.
Each bit of power in his mind existed and caused only chaos and pain on his mind, he had no real ability to deal with it in this way before he relaxed.
He had not been able to sleep.
(In Atlas)
Ironwood knew more and more such options were only bringing him closer to death. As a general? He was aware fighting a war meant making hard plays.
Such a thing had been forgiven. They were soldiers and he had options to end such a conflict without allowing more suffering.
However? Those options could prove to screw over the rest of the military if they were used wrong.
"The White Fang know about the AP-290s," Ironwood stated. "They plan to divide them and capture the prototypes. That will give them enough firepower to graduate from small little raids to full-blown sieges." Ironwood added.
"Yes, predictions show at least a 70% chance they'd try it if a window of opportunity emerges," Winter stated.
These sorts of problems only served to make it far worse than that. He had a lot more on his mind… A lot more he could not have properly dealt with for now as he clicked his fingers.
He had been reduced to trying to force a sort of problem that would continue to exist.
"Winter? I have an assignment." Ironwood stated with anger. "There is a White Fang officer on this continent and I require him either captured or eliminated so he doesn't cause problems," Ironwood stated before he paused, too interested in the next moment.
He had a lot more to see and to do next… All of it seemed to be falling into place.
"Are we dealing with an enemy capture or are we dealing with an enemy beyond our borders?" Winter asked as she put her scroll down.
(With the ISB)
There were several bolts of plasma fire as the ISB officer shot another rebel, his corpse falling to the gutter.
"Blast it, AAT!" He heard as he cursed.
"Of course, they have armor… This is a former Separatist planet, isn't it?" He stated.
He wished he could have said something only for it to be going to the wayside.
"Lieutenant Mordre? We have detected another GR-75 being sent to try and escape. I am ordering turbolasers to destroy it before it escapes." He heard.
"No! You use turbolasers and we're destroying the entire…." He stated before there was a blinding blast of light.
"Kriff you, Captain Fordea." He stated before he realized what was going on.
Author notes
Phew. Another chapter is done! I want to point out that the next chapter will be in 2-10 months and will show the agent on Remnant and will set up the empire meeting Remnant. Until the 900–6500-word chapter, Lighting Wolf out!