A.N.: so here is the small chapter. Funny thing, I actually had the chapter finished by Sunday, but it took way longer than I expected for this to come out.

IMPORTANT WARNING: this is just the reviews and the omake from the previous chapter. If you haven't read it, it is Chapter 33: Stand together. Go read it if you haven't. If you have, then ignore this paragraph.

Omake! This is an idea I had during this month. It is not related to the story, but just something that popped in my mind. It is still a RWBY crossover, though.

The general looked outside the bridge's viewport as the ship travelled through hyperspace. It was a sight that he had grown accustomed to a long time ago. It usually meant that, whenever he and his fleet jumped out, they would find an enemy fleet waiting or a planet to subjugate. Maybe an allied world or spaceport to resupply and refuel.

But today was a bit different.

Now, the general wasn't the epitome of happiness. In fact, if you were to ask around the whole galaxy, he would be described with terms like monster, fear, anger, revenge or, in very few cases, justice. However, happiness was not one of those terms.

No, but today was especially frustrating and infuriating. He had been ordered to take his fleet and move away from the frontlines of the war. And that was what had him on such foul mood. "How much more until we reach the system?"

One of the pilot droids in the bridge turned to answer. "We'll exit hyperspace shortly, sir."

'Finally', he thought. Seated on the center of the bridge, in the main control seat, the general reminisced about what the Count had told him of this mission.

"One of my acolytes has made an interesting discovery in the Unknown Regions. His fleet has encountered an inhabited planet that hosts people with exceptional powers. They are not capable of leaving their world, but if what the reports say is true, and I am inclined to believe so, then these people might be the weapon that wins us the war, even against the Jedi. I want you to head there immediately and coordinate with him to secure the loyalty of the inhabitants of the planet. With whatever means necessary."

The general was no fool, and new very well the importance of such claims. If these people were truly a match against fully-fledged Jedi, then they had to make sure they never aligned themselves with the Republic. That, however, is a task that could have been left to another of the admirals or commanders of the Confederacy. He had Jedi to kill, a Republic to burn and armies to decimate.

Yet here he was.

"We are exiting hyperspace now, sir." The droid reported.

True to its words, the Invisible Hand and her accompanying fleet appeared in the designated system. It was a simple one, with only a few planets, a sun and several planetoids. The one that they were after was in the habitability zone, and as they approached, his gaze shifted to the planet. To his surprise, the moon was completely shattered, and instead of falling towards the planet, the shards remained close to the main body.

Gravity defying moons aside, he could already see the fleet of the acolyte the Count mentioned. The main ship was a Lucrehulk-class battleship, though a first glance showed heavy modifications, with extra turbolaser batteries and four strange bulbous protrusions on the upper side of the two bands of the ship. The rest of the fleet was composed of several Munificent frigates, a few Recusants, two supply ships and another unmodified Lucrehulk. It was an invasion fleet alright, albeit one too large for a single planet.

His own fleet was oriented for space combat, with three Providence-class carrier/destroyers, including the Invisible Hand, several Munificents and Recusants and a single Lucrehulk as a way to compensate for the lack of fighters.

The general signaled one of the droids. "Hail them. Let's see if this world is as important as I've been told."

The droid answered with their signature 'Roger, roger' before following the order. A couple of seconds passed and the holoproyector in the bridge activated, showing the image of a young man sitting in a control chair not too different from his own. He was wearing an ornate yet functional white suit accompanied with a cape. "General Grievous, welcome to the Remnant system!" The man greeted him. "I am Aaran Keler. I hope you had a safe journey. Wouldn't want the Republic following us and finding about our little operation, now would we?"

"Enough pleasantries!" He was not in the mood to deal with idiots. "I hope for your own good that you are not wasting my time with this planet, Keler."

The acolyte raised his hands in mock surrender, a smile on his face. "I assure you, general, this planet will win us the war. We just need to-." He was interrupted by one of the droids of his own bridge telling him something Grievous couldn't discern. "It's starting already? Great!" He turned back to the hologram. "I think it will be better if I show you, general. I'll patch you through."

The hologram disappeared and instead, a scree emerged for him to see. It showed the inside of a stadium, full to the brim as they watched 8 people enter the arena in two teams of four. Grievous could hear the crowd cheering and clapping at the eight… teenagers? Upon closer inspection, the general noticed the colorful clothing and the weapons each carried.

Was that a scythe?

"Sit back and enjoy the show, general." The voice of Aaran came from the speakers. "And prepare to be astonished."

Grievous was skeptical on the last part, but he nonetheless relaxed on his seat. If he had come all the way from the battlefield to here, at least he would enjoy a small show. A booming voice came from the stadium speakers. "Welcome, to the Vytal Festival Tournament! For those just joining us, allow us to break down the rules."

The camera shifted to two men, one of them with green hair and glasses, and another with a mustache that the general could swear had eaten the man's mouth and was speaking for him. And so they went to explain how they were about to watch the first round of three, 4v4, of the tournament, and how only skill was relevant, saying something about school year not being important.

And so and so forth. "And now it's time for the terrain to be chosen!"

"Watch closely, general." Aaran spoke.

The screens in the stadium started rotating until they landed on two different symbols, one of fire and one of ice. Suddenly, the outside ring in which the combatants were standing lowered down, coming up divided into two completely opposite landscapes, one of pure fire, and the other a frozen tundra, leaving only a small circle in the middle untouched.

The general had to admit that his curiosity had been peaked. "And now, let the fight between team RWBY, of Beacon, and team ABRN, of Haven, begin!"

The following fight left the general with several questions, but also confirmed the validity of the reports. If this was what unruly, first year students could do, what about fully trained people like them? What about an army of them? A girl only bit taller than half his height wielding a scythe that almost doubled her tiny size, another with exceptional skills with the rapier and the ability to manipulate gravity, ice and who knows what more. The next was capable of leaving some sort of clones or afterimages to escape a hit, and the final one had enough strength to send three people flying several meters with a single punch, aided by some sort of wrist-mounted slugthrower.

When the match ended, that team RWBY earning victory, the screen faded and the hologram of Keler showed itself again, just as the two fleets reached each other behind one of the planets of the system. "Impressed now, general?"

But even then, Grievous knew better than most that Jedi couldn't be taken lightly. "Yes. Your reports made it sound unbelievable, and yet, they were true. I have several questions, but the only one that should matter to you is why haven't you already taken over the planet with your army?"

Aaran chuckled. "If you've read my reports, then you must know that Remnant has a… pest problem, so to speak. They train to fight these creatures, these Grimm. They number in the millions and have pushed the people in this planet to four cities and several small settlements. Not only that, but we need their loyalty, general. If we simply subjugate them, they would revolt the moment the Republic showed its ugly face, maybe sooner."

He leaned aback and crossed his hands. "But there is another reason for me not to attack the planet just yet." He tapped on a few keys by his side and sent a file to the general. "You see, what better way to earn their loyalty than by saving them and putting them on our debt? Open the file I sent you."

Grievous did so, and on his datapad, the image of a rave-haired woman appeared. If he hadn't known beforehand that there were no Force-users as he knew them down there, he might have mistaken her for a Sith with those eyes. "Allow me to present to you Cinder Fall, supposed student from Haven academy, actual schemer with a plan to bring down Beacon. My plan? Let her act, let Vale and Beacon be attacked, and when the time is right…"

"We will strike her down, putting the entire academy and city on our debt." Grievous could see the opportunity here.

"And with enough political pull to sway the remaining three under our control, especially if our droids do a bit of pest control for them." The man was wearing a predatory smile, that of a hunter before an easy prey. "Now, general, how about I enlighten you a bit more on this planet and its people?"

If Grievous could smile, he would do so. "Go ahead."

It would seem that this day had just gotten better.

A.N.: you won't see me starting a new story, don't worry about it. I plan on continuing this one no matter what. This just simply came to mind and had to write it down.

Also, who's watched the new Mandalorian trailer? Damn, it looks awesome.

Reviews! (Hoooo, boy, there's a lot of them)

98kazer: ya know, I actually like this backstory. I will use it, with your permission of course, although I will change a few things and add bit more detail as the story progresses.

gold crown dragon: for a game that started with such a simple concept, it does have a lot of lore behind it.

Kalbario: that's part of the idea, my friend. Also, Michael Bay approves. I won't be giving every character a dragon though.

proiu: it will be slow, I simply addressed it here because I found no reason for them to leave the problem festering. At least like this they can focus on the important stuff. And no spoilers on that final part.

brave kid: when life allows me.

RabidArmenian: funny thing, I'm going to watch the new Terminator movie after I write this.
Omake indeed!
Eeeeeeeevil! Alexander is not a nice person.
They have an allowance, don't worry. They're like children with money, at least those two.
And thanks!

OmegaUltima: Yes, I don't know and no love triangles. Those things complicate things too much, and the angst would be unbearable.

Knightwolf1875: he is like modern day politicians: all for power.

Guest: things start to get complicated. What will happen in the next episode of our lovely series?

JawsOnYou67: oh, they'll be using the Inferiors as attack dogs, just not against the Grimm.
An Elder is an Elder Dragon in-game, with Inferiors being all the rest. And no, I won't add custom monsters.

Raptorex: wouldn't we all? As I said, he's like most modern day politicians, only scaled up to 20.

guest: One Punch Rajang. Now that's a meme if I ever heard one.

Arbl A-17: I'm glad people get to discover old monsters when they come from World. And yes, hitboxes in MH games are almost on the level of ones of the PvP of Dark Souls 3.

EndlessNameless: probably, and I don't think so, simply to not overcomplicate things.

The Indominator: your own argument doesn't sustain itself. As you said, RECENT information. Information, may remind you, came A LOT LATER than my chapters with Nergigante. Not only that, but (and I can't believe I have to say this) THIS STORY IS NON-CANON, IT WAS ONLY BASED AROUND IT. If you want me to call it an AU, then fine, I'm okay with it. But I have already answered this twice, and it's starting to piss me off.
So for the sake of everyone, I'll say it again: I'm not a professional writer, I make mistakes of all kinds and as far as I am aware, no one is forcing you to read this.

AurelLol(x2): nah, don't worry about it. Just hope you enjoy.

Whiterose: I don't want to oversaturate the story with Elder Dragons. If I see the story benefits from it, then maybe.

Runningstar bloodrage: I… don't think I mentioned him ever, but if you recall, tell me.

knightofthewintermoon(x2): while I do like the name, I tell you the same I just said to Whiterose: too many characters slow the story down.

Argonian Dovahkiin: maybe you are right, but at this point, I don't think it matters too much.

TheRisingSpoon: glad you like it. I just can't wait for V7.

FlamingMist-GentleWaves: that would be a tad too much, yes. But the idea in itself is awesome. I can imagine it like the cover of a metal album.

Guest: not at all. Who says it can't happen, right?

Whooo. That's all. Who's hyped for V7 here? And I want more RWBY chibi shenanigans.

With that said,

Have a great day!