Okay guys, So I'm on the final day of my Alaska Trip. And I got to say, I'm sad to be leaving. But hopefully in the near future I'll be moving here. Only time will tell. Anyways, I haven't updated in awhile simply because I've gotten a little bored with writing. And at this point I have to think of a way to keep it entertaining without resorting back to the crack fic chapters of the previous incarnation. However there will be some crackish moments ahead.

"Well shit." Jem said as things had gone as planned. Pyrrha didn't have any issues with Emerald messing with her senses during her fight with Penny.

Part of that was because Jem spilled his beer on Emerald and it broke her concentration. Pissed her off so much that she tried to strangle Jem in the stands. Despite that going off without a hitch, he couldn't help but feel disappointed. He didn't want anything bad to happen. But he was expecting at least a skirmish with the Grimm. But instead looks like it was just going to be a regular day at the office.

"Come on, is it really so bad that we prevented a tragedy?" Winter asked as Jem didn't look too thrilled.

"Obviously its a good thing, but it just doesn't feel right, if all of our problems can literally be solved by doing the opposite of what Salem expects, are we really doing anything?

It just seemed like the whole premise of the show was going to be ruined just by Jem's presence in this reality. What was the point of having a show if the heroes always won and nothing bad ever happened? He shook his head of the thoughts. He really shouldn't be bored at the prospect of peace. But he was hoping he would at least see something excited. He had an entire bandolier of 40mm grenades he wanted to use in his grenade launcher on his rifle. He even packed them just in case everything went wrong. Now it just seemed like he was carrying extra weight for no reason.

"I'll take that over a possible slaughter any day." Winter said as she would prefer a peaceful life.

She laid her head on his shoulder as he looked out from their booth into the crowd. Pyrrha was crowned champion. And they were just waiting for the ceremony to finish.

"Wow, no wonder Pyrrha hated being known by her fame, this whole awards ceremony is boring as shit." Jem said as he chuckled a little.

"Whats so funny?" She asked as Jem rubbed the back of his head.

"I was suddenly reminded of the time I went to a cousins little league game when he was six and he got a participation trophy...and I may have crushed his self esteem." Jem said as he had drank a few beers by then.

"What did you do?"

"I may have told him that participation trophies meant you were the first place loser." Winter just looked at him baffled.

"Wow...you're kind of a dick."

"But was I wrong?"

"It doesn't matter if you were right! He was six!"

"And old enough to know how the world works!"

Winter rolled her eyes. She knew she wasn't going to win this with Jem simply because she would make a point, and he would always have some smart ass response ready to go. Plus as much as she hated to admit it, he was technically right.

"Do they really need to go through this whole speech?" Jem asked as he was getting sick of this announcer.

"What would you prefer?" Winter asked him as she hugged his arm to her chest.

"Darrel Waltrip." Jem would love it if he did the announcing for this whole events.

"This may surprise you, but we don't have rednecks on Remnant."

"Sure you do, you just havent met them yet."

"Well I think-" Winter was cut off by a loud sound.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMM!

The booth shook as Jem and Winter looked towards the sound and saw a huge plume of fire and smoke coming from the Stands

"What the hell happened?!" Jem asked as he stood up only for it to happen again.

BOOOOOOOMMMMMMM!

Jem saw another part of the stadium had another explosion.

"Shit someone planted bombs!" Jem said as the people were screaming and panicking.

Outside the stadium

A cloaked figure looked down at their wrist watch. They had ten seconds left on a countdown and they looked up and saw the smoke plumes rising out of the stadium.

"Almost time." They said as they gripped their fists readying their weapons

BOOOOOOOMMM!

A third explosion took out another chunk of the crowd close to Winter and Jem as they evacuated the booth.

"What the hell is going on?!" Winter said as she yelled into her com link.

"Did Salem change plans?" Jem asked as he was really glad he had his rifle on him.

He was looking over at the fire and smoke, and he could see already that some medics were evacuating people. Some were missing limbs, and some were just badly burned. But he knew for a fact the civilians who were at the center of the blast were dead. He could only hope that the paramedics could save everyone possible. He clapped a hand on Winter's shoulder.

"I'm going to see if the medics need any help!" He said as he ran out to go join them as Winter called in another medical ship.

With Cinder

Cinder was in the middle of yelling at Emerald for her stupidity at letting a drunk asshole distract her from their plans when the explosions rung out. She didn't know what to think. This wasn't part of any plan she was aware of. And based on the looks on her subordinates faces, they didn't know either. She tried to talk to Neo, but even she was stumped.

Cinder was just as in the dark about this as anyone else. But the difference was she could use this to her advantage. She knew for a fact that the fear that the civilians felt at those bombs going off was going to attract the Grimm.

It wasn't the original plan, but it would help kick the rest of it into motion.

"Gear up and move out, and try not to screw this up." Cinder glared at Emerald and Mercury as the two got ready to cause some mayhem.

Nobody knew what was going on. But they weren't going to waste an opportunity like this.

Outside the stadium

Two soldiers were helping point the civilians towards the escape shuttles. Those who weren't injured were being loaded onto cargo ships to be evacuated out. Those who were injured were being loaded onto medical ships to be transported to flying hospitals. They would have been transporting them to some Vale hospitals. But they received new orders a few minutes ago. Whoever had planted those bombs, they had certainly gotten the Grimm's attention. The pain and suffering of innocent civilians hadn't been lost on the Grimm, and a whole horde was on its way. So the plan was to evacuate. Luckily the General almost seemed to have ordered extra ships from Atlas, almost as if he suspected this was going to happen. But that was impossible.

The two soldiers saw someone in a cloak coming up towards them. They must have been confused, after all some of the people that they had guided onto the ships had been disoriented from the blast. It wouldn't surprise them in the cloaked stranger was too.

"Sir, the evacuation ship is that wa-" The soldier was cut off as the stranger thrusted their hands forward.

Only for two segmented rope blades to shoot out of their wrists and wrap tightly around his neck as well as his partners.

"Oh you don't have to worry about me." A feminine voice said as they felt a strong pull.

SHLUNK!

And soon both the heads of the soldiers fell to the ground. This only proceeded in causing more panic as the civilians just saw two people get casually murdered.

"Operation Star Sapphire is in effect." The woman said as she pulled her hood down.

Only to reveal a very...VERY pissed off Melania Hirsch.

She smirked as she realized her bombs had gone off without a problem. Looks like her dear old Uncle did know what he was talking about. He was a sympathizer with the Provisional Irish Republican Army before the Troubles ended and he ended up moving to the United States. The man knew his way around explosives. And get a few drinks in him and he would be teaching you a class on it.

Phase 1 of her plan had commenced.

Now time for Phase 2.

Kill Jeremiah Cotton.

I would like to take this moment to mention that just because I mentioned the Provo IRA in my story, that does not mean I support them. Do I like the idea of a United Ireland? Of course. But the provos were crazy. Especially with the whole Gaddafi connections and Marxist roots.

That being said, Irish Rebel songs are a fucking banger.

You try not to sing along to 'Come out ye black and tans' or 'Boys of the old brigade'

Seriously, God gifted the irish with two things. A high tolerance for alcohol. And musical talent.