There's an extended AN at the end of the chapter to help explain everything. I hope you enjoy, and for those of you who followed the original, thanks for sticking around and I hope this is worth the wait! Also:

I DO NOT OWN RWBY AND AM IN NO WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM AFFILIATED WITH ROOSTER TEETH. ALL RIGHTS AND OWNERSHIPS OF THE SETTING AND A MAJORITY OF THE CHARACTERS BELONG TO THEM. I ONLY OWN THE ORIGINAL CHARACTERS AND OTHER CREATIONS SUCH AS THE GRIMM CONTROL PROGRAM.

I

New Beginning

The snowy mountain ranges in the northwest corner of Solitas were cold and unforgiving, even more so than the rest of the continent. That fact did not deter the thirteen soldiers marching through the snow as a small blizzard blew through. While most wore matching body armor and carried rifles, the man at the front was different. He was a member of the Atlesian Military's Special Operatives Unit, also known as a Specialist. He had dark brown eyes and sand colored hair tucked under a white officer's cap. He wore a mostly white collared uniform that had gray trims, which was tucked into his pants.

His white slacks bore little detailing, having only a gray line on each leg going from the hip to the bottom hem. His combat boots, whenever they weren't buried in the snow, were shown to be in a similar plain white-gray color scheme. His right shoulder bore the symbol of Atlas—the spear within two irregular gears—though his cap bore a different emblem. It had a neater pair of gears, though its center bore details from the mask of a Grimm. The Geist, to be exact. On his hip was an elegant longsword, a series of lines cutting across the blade's width and a switch just below the guard revealing it had a second form. Embedded in the pommel was a vial of powdered yellow Dust, imbued with the power of lightning. He named the sword Superiority.

"Keep marching, men," he ordered, his hand tightly gripping the hilt of his weapon. "The target was last seen in this region of the mountains."

Their target was an Alpha Beowolf that, if reports and theories were to be believed, had been terrorizing the small cities and towns on the outskirts of Atlas for at least one century. One of the soldiers pulled a microphone down on his helmet and listened intently before responding. "Copy." He pushed the microphone back up and addressed the squad. "Overwatch says the target is closing in."

The soldiers tensed and raised their rifles, the safeties clicking off. Some fiddled with their packs for a moment before pulling out underbarrel attachments and sliding them down the rails of their rifles. These attachments came loaded with a trio of tranquilizer darts specifically designed to incapacitate and disorient wild Grimm. At least, that was their purpose. This was to be considered a test run for the prototype darts. The soldiers had grumbled at first with the live combat scenario testing, but there was no use arguing now. They formed a rough circle, the Specialist in the center and ready to leap out in any direction to intercept the Grimm. They heard a rumbling growl as a red eye briefly appeared in the snow swirling around them.

"Contact!" One soldier shouted, drawing the eyes of the others. A small burst of rounds fired in that direction, but found only snow to bury themselves in.

"Maintain formation and keep those heads on a swivel!" The Specialist shouted. "We might not get another chance at capturing the target!"

This was far from their first attempt at capturing the Grimm. They had already lost one other Specialist, four whole squads of soldiers, two squads of AK-130 units, one squad of AK-135 prototype units, and even a Bullhead in previous engagements. The soldiers unsteadily stepped in place, readjusting their grips on their rifles as they scanned the blizzard for the Beowolf. A harsh wind blew in and obscured their vision and, when the snow cleared, they saw one of their own had gone missing. They heard panicked shouting and a few discharges before an unsettling quiet descended upon them. Something zipped through the air and half-buried itself in the snow by the Specialist's feet. It was a bloody helmet. The Specialist scowled before pulling out Superiority. They heard a roar before the Beowolf pounced in from the blizzard and landed on one of the soldiers.

"Open fire!" Another shouted out.

The soldier screamed in pain as his chest was torn open before he was picked up and riddled with bullets and some darts. The Beowolf tossed him at a pair of soldiers before feeling something prick its back. It snarled and whirled around before charging at the soldier that had shot a dart into its backside. He shouted as he dove to the side and narrowly missed having his head torn from his neck. The Beowolf spun to face him and raised its paw before crashing it down on the man's head, rendering it little more than a red stain in the snow. Another pair of darts entered its side, causing it to roar again. It jumped back and disappeared in the snow. The Specialist grit his teeth. They had been blindsided and now three soldiers were already dead. The remaining men nervously looked around, fingers twitching close to their triggers.

"Watch those trigger fingers," the Specialist warned. He scanned their surroundings, trying to catch a glimpse of hide or tail of the Grimm. He blinked and stepped back when the two locked eyes. He shook his head and pointed his sword at it. It had caught him off guard. "Open fire!" The soldiers quickly turned to see where he brandished his sword.

Bullets and darts zipped through the air. The Grimm roared before charging in once more. It grabbed one soldier by his head before swinging him around and breaking his spine by slamming it into another soldier's chest. It tossed that one aside and bit down on the other's neck, tearing it out. It jumped onto a third as more darts hit its hide, but paid no attention to them as it ripped this woman's arm out of its socket and beat her over the head with it until the wrist broke. The Grimm whirled around and threw the arm like a boomerang, nailing a soldier in the neck and sending him to the ground. More darts entered its hide and it roared as it swung its arms around wildly. The Specialist pressed the button on his sword and flicked it, revealing the blade to be segmented into a whip. He swung the blade out, wrapping it around the Beowolf. With the press of another button, the blades buried themselves in its hide and the vial emptied its contents into the sword. Lightning coursed through the blade and shocked the Grimm, causing it to roar in agony.

It stumbled around as bits of its fur singed before finally falling to the ground, limp. The Specialist retracted the blade and sheathed it on his hip. He pulled out his Scroll and contacted the base. "OLYMPUS, this is Specialist Verzand. Target is down and mission is a success." He looked down at the Beowolf with a smug grin. "We'll need a Rhino for transport and Bullheads for wounded and dead."

"Copy that, Specialist. Transports are on the way," the communications officer responded. "ETA is seven minutes."

"Understood. Specialist Verzand out." He ended the call and peered closely at the Beowolf six brave men and women had died for. It had more bone armor than what would have been considered standard for the species, even though it was part of the stronger and smarter Alpha class. Looking over the Beowolf revealed that patches of white fur had grown on it, but not nearly enough to constitute a Solitas native. While that gave rise to many more questions, he had to focus on the other parts of his examination. It had plenty of cuts and chips in its armor, and was even missing some spikes on its back and arms.

The most jarring battle wound on it was the mask, however. The left portion of it looked like it had splintered apart, with some shards having buried themselves in its flesh. The Specialist looked closer and saw there was a fresh cut over the left eye. He lifted the eyelid and saw that the left pupil was much dimmer than the one on the right, and if he recalled correctly, its trail was nonexistent during the fight, whereas the right one was vibrant. As the aerial transports flew down, he came to a startling conclusion.

This Beowolf had almost bested the squad while half blind, and possibly all of the other teams as well.

/ / /

The flight to OLYMPUS was made with three vehicles. While two were the standard Bullhead VTOLs, the third ship was of a prototypal design. Called the Rhino, it was an upscaled Bullhead in every sense of the word. It had heavier armor, four nacelles, and the capability of easily transporting larger and heavier Grimm. Also unlike the Bullhead, it had a more angular and rough design akin to a Paladin-290 prototype mech skeleton. As they passed over a smaller mountain peak, OLYMPUS came into view. It was a large complex hidden within a valley and was divided into three main sections: Communications, S&D, and the GCRE.

Communications was the smallest of the sections and made up the central spire. It was a small Cross-Continental Transmit relay tower that made a personal connection to three other Stations much like OLYMPUS—AVALON, YGGDRASIL, and ZERZURA—and to the headquarters of their organization in Atlas. The next section, S&D—Storage and Distribution—was a collection of warehouses and garages that were offset from the tower. Storage and Distribution held all of their manpower and vehicles, in addition to being the fielding ground for excursions such as theirs.

The largest section of the Station was the GCRE—Grimm Control, Research, and Experimentation. That was where the Specialist's office was, and where their VIP was heading. It was a cluster of twelve large buildings and several smaller ones, all interconnected by hallways. The larger buildings were Testing Areas for their experiments, while the smaller ones were a collection of labs and smaller storage areas for their smaller projects. The Bullheads made their way to S&D while the Rhino flew over one of the Testing Areas. The large door on the top of one, labeled 'TA-10', slowly opened and allowed the VTOL to descend into the chamber.

It was a plain, white, circular room with another large metal door leading to the rest of the GCRE. The doors on the side of the transport opened as Serap and some soldiers pushed the Grimm out of the craft and onto the floor of the chamber. It snarled lightly and its right eye tried to open. The soldiers and Specialist hurried back into the transport as the Grimm slowly recovered from unconsciousness. A growl built in its throat as it slowly pushed itself up. The transport floated off as the Grimm weakly jumped up to reach it. Its claws scraped the underside before it fell back to the ground. It gave another soft growl before pacing around the chamber.

/ / /

Specialist Serap Verzand stepped into the monitoring room as the Grimm paced around its cell. "What has it done so far?" He asked the scientists looking at it from behind the one-way glass.

"It's just paced around so far, sir," the lead scientist, a middle-aged man, answered. "Occasionally, though, it has stolen some glances in our direction."

Serap raised an eyebrow. "Even with the countermeasures in place?" His gaze turned to the countermeasures in question. It was a collection of four boxes bolted into the front corners of the observation room. They looked unassuming at first glance, but belied a hidden and, some dare say, sinister function. Similar to the P.E.N.N.Y. Project, the Negativity Negator system used a human soul to power it. Unlike the case of the P.E.N.N.Y. Project, however, the soul flooded the area with positive emotions to mask the presence of people from Grimm. It had worked well, never even hinting to the Grimm they had captured in the past that they were being watched.

All except this one, it seemed.

Serap watched closely and, sure enough, the Grimm stole a glance at the hidden room before it continued its pacing. It stopped in front of the door that sealed TA-10 from the rest of the facility. It stood up on its hind legs and pressed against them, as if trying to open them. It pressed an ear against the door and growled before stepping back down onto all fours and continuing its pacing. "What exactly do you think it's doing?" Serap asked.

"In order to find out, we've requested an Osprey," the scientist replied.

"Careful. We don't have too many of those at the moment."

The doors on the top of the chamber opened to let a small drone in. It had four small propellers and had a camera built into the front. The scientists and Specialist crowded around the pilot's desk to watch. The Osprey drone slowly flew down to watch the Beowolf, which had stopped its pacing and glared back up at the drone. The drone zoomed in on the walls to reveal scratch marks at regular intervals. "Astounding. It looks like it's trying to measure the size of the chamber," one of the scientists said.

"But why would it do that?" Another asked.

The drone suddenly jerked around before hitting the floor and killing the feed. They rushed to the window and saw the Beowolf pinning it to the ground and smashing a clawed fist into it. "To distract us and make us waste resources, if not to play a rudimentary form of psychological warfare by outsmarting us," Serap concluded. "Prepare it for a medical trial. We've already seen it in combat enough."

The scientists nodded and went back to their stations. Moments later, the top door opened again and six more drones flew in. They were slightly bulkier than the Osprey and had cannons on their bottoms. They buzzed around above the Beowolf and out of its reach before simultaneously firing twelve darts into it. The Beowolf roared weakly and stumbled forward a step before falling onto its side. The modified Osprey drones flew out as alarms blared and the main doors opened. A team of AK-135 androids, complete with riot shields and gauntlet mounted blades, marched in to escort the soldiers carrying a bulky stretcher. The Beowolf was lifted onto it and swiftly carried out. The doors closed and the alarms ceased.

Serap turned and walked out, making his way to one of the nearby labs to watch the procedure himself. He decided to slow down and walk at a leisurely place, thinking back on how surprisingly easy it was to capture the Grimm after so long. Perhaps it wanted to be caught? Serap thought. No. Grimm typically don't last long in captivity. It would probably know that with how old it most likely is. When he arrived in the lab's observation room, he sat down in time for the doctors to finish shaving the Alpha and strap it down to the table. After they were done, a tanned man walked in. He bowed to those watching before shaking hands with all of the doctors. Serap leaned into the microphone.

"Thank you for joining us on such short notice, Doctor Watts," Serap greeted.

"Oh please, Specialist. It was nothing, really," Watts replied. "I'm glad to finally work on this specimen. I've heard so many stories about it."

"Then by all means." Serap leaned back into his chair.

Watts took this as his time to begin work and he strapped on some gloves before pulling a small box out of one of his smock's pockets. He laid it down on a nearby desk before walking over to a terminal. He tapped on a few keys, causing a mechanism suspended above the examination table to lower within arm's reach. He walked back over and clapped his hands once. Two of the assistants walked through a curtain at the back of the room as he positioned the tool over the Beowolf's side. As he finished positioning it, the assistants wheeled a table in. On the lower rack was a box of metal spikes. The top of it was a collection of jars and boxes.

One jar held a Geist mask that gave off the occasional puff of black smoke. Another held a strange, fleshy sac with three tubules on it. One tubule was wider than the other two and was on the back of the sac. The other two were much longer, albeit more narrow, and were side by side on the other side of the sac. The other two boxes were near identical to the one Watts had pulled out, though they held something different. Whereas Watts' held a group of needles containing identical dark red liquids, these two boxes held different needles. One held a collection of needles containing identical blue liquids, while the other held a collection of needles and a vial with two different colored liquids/ The vial was green and the five needles crimson. There were markers on the second box that read 'Ven', 'SE', 'OE', 'OlE', 'AE', and 'EE'. Watts pulled out a kit and rolled it open to reveal a collection of tools.

He removed a scalpel from the kit and cut away some flesh to reveal the red hiding underneath. He pressed a button on the side of the device he had previously positioned and a click sounded, revealing it to be a camera. Watts pushed the camera out of his way before slotting the scalpel back into his toolkit and pulling out another tool. It looked like a small paint roller, but was motorized. If one looked closely at the head, they would notice that it was very rough. He pressed a button on its grip to test that the head spun and, upon nodding his head in satisfaction when it did, he turned it off and walked over to the open maw of the Grimm. He turned it back on and pressed it against the roof of the Beowolf's mouth. The moment he did, it flinched and unconsciously snarled. He backed away quickly as Serap gripped the arms of his seat tightly.

"Sedate it! Quickly!" Watts ordered. The five other doctors rushed to the table and reached for the box of blue needles. They each grabbed a needle and rushed into position. One was at its left armpit, another at its right, one at its neck, and the last two at its hips. They all looked at each other and nodded before stabbing their needles into the Alpha and emptying their contents in unison. The Beowolf slackened and everyone in the room gave a collective mental sigh of relief, Serap's being the only real sigh. The needles were handed to one assistant to be disposed of in a yellow bin as Watts went back to the mouth. "Let's finish this quickly, yes?" He joked in an attempt to lighten the mood.

He ran the tool under the roof of the Beowolf's mouth and slowly ground away the matter there. Satisfied with its roughness after some seconds, he turned the tool off and pulled it out, resting it on the kit before pulling a scraping tool out of it and resting it on the kit as well. He opened the box containing the red needles and pulled one out before he held the other hand behind him. "Sac, please."

The assistant closest to the table opened the jar which contained the fleshy sac and handed it to him. Watts accepted the sac and rested it against the ground away section of the mouth. He pushed the tip of the needle into the rough patch before slowly injecting its liquid within. The reaction was almost immediate. The red matter inside the Grimm grew around the base of the sac before covering it in its entirety. This was why Watts was the only one trusted to perform the surgeries. He was the most knowledgeable man on the planet when it came to Grimm, and it was because of him this Program was able to perform its experiments. He had developed the Red Matter Growth Stimulant, RMGS for short, and allowed the Program to analyze and replicate it if he was allowed to personally lead the surgeries. The Grimm Control Program immediately agreed. Watts handed the needle to another assistant for it to be disposed of and grabbed the thickest of the tubules. "Venom please."

The assistant closest to the table opened one of the needle boxes and pulled out the vial under the 'Ven' sign and handed it to him. He uncorked the vial with one hand and slowly poured its contents into the sac. Satisfied, he handed off the vial for it to be disposed of and used the free hand to grab the other two tubules. "Beginning venom test."

He stretched his thumb and pressed the bottom of the sac, careful to not let any of the tubules touch other red matter. Venom squirted out of the two small tubules, showing the test to be a success. Watts pressed the largest tubule against the red matter behind the sac, binding the two. He grabbed his scraping tool and carefully scraped away the red matter on the smaller tubules. Once the smaller tubules were free of red matter, he rested the scraper back on his tool kit and grabbed a small drill from the kit. He carefully drilled two tunnels into the Beowolf's canines before drilling in from the base of the teeth to create a path for the tubules to follow. He carefully led the tubules through the tunnels and, satisfied, grabbed the scraping tool again. He scraped under one of the tubules and applied another RMGS needle.

The red matter covered the tubule before quivering and growing from the sac to cover the last tubule. He handed the needle off for it to be disposed of before slotting the drill back into the toolkit and moving the camera. The camera was moved over the chest and, with the flick of a switch, a red laser outline came out of the camera. The shape was close to that of a human's face. Watts moved the camera so this was centered on the Beowolf's chest before he pressed a button. With a whine, a precise blue laser shot out of a port of the front of the device and quickly carved out the shape before slowly burning away the middle section as well. It continued following the shape until the Beowolf's chest had an angry red hole. The laser shut itself off and Watts pushed the device away. He held both hands out. "Geist mask."

The assistant opened the jar containing the Geist mask and handed it to Watts. He held the mask up to his audience, showing the 'l' shape carved into its forehead, before slowly inserting it into the hole. A perfect fit. Black smoke filtered out before the dim red eye and trenches on the mask began to glow. They blinked before entering the same dull state as the Beowolf's eyes. Due to the largely unknown properties of red matter, merging Grimm bone with red matter did not require the RMGS solution. Watts stepped back. "Sedate it before we move any further." The doctors nodded and retrieved more blue needles before repeating the process again. Once the needles were disposed of, Watts spoke again. "Good. Now we have to flip it."

Some soldiers walked in at that remark and helped the doctors with flipping the Beowolf onto its belly. The straps were wrapped back over its extremities and the soldiers marched out. Watts moved the laser-camera hybrid so that it was positioned over the back of the Beowolf's skull. "Wheel in the brain, would you?" He asked an assistant. "It should be labeled as 'Roseus, O'."

The assistant nodded before disappearing behind the curtain. Watts flicked another switch and a different outline appeared. It was in the vague shape of a human brain. He positioned it in the center of the back of the Grimm's skull and turned the laser on as the assistant returned. She was wheeling in a small table, and sitting on top of it was a human brain suspended in preservatives within a clear glass jar. A strip of tape over the jar read 'Roseus, O'. Watts looked over the jar before nodding. "Good." The laser finished cutting out the new design.

He grabbed the device and pushed it to the side before opening the jar. He carefully lifted the brain out before slowly sliding it through the passage. It fit perfectly. Smiling to himself, Watts grabbed an RMGS needle and injected it into some open red matter, allowing the cavern containing the brain to seal itself up. The Beowolf twitched. Watts calmly handed the needle off and looked at the observation room. "My work here is done. I shall join you up there shortly." He collected his tools and walked out as the doctors sedated the Beowolf a third time. When Watts reappeared in the observation room, the lead doctor walked over to the Beowolf's side.

"Strength Enhancer," he ordered. An assistant walked over to the box with the crimson needles and opened it before grabbing the 'SE' needle. He handed it to the doctor before it was injected into the Beowolf's side. As it was being handed off to be disposed of, the leading doctor requested another needle. "Optical Enhancer."

The 'OE' needle was handed to him. He looked at the black line drawn on it before nodding. He pulled out an eyedrop medicine and held it over the Beowolf's eyes, squirting a couple drops into them. This numbed the eyes enough to allow them to inject the needles without causing pain to the Grimm, which could lead to waking it up. He pocketed the eyedrop before injecting the needle into the Grimm's right eye, making sure to inject the right amount before injecting the rest into the left eye. The needle was handed off and a new one requested. "Olfactory Enhancer." He was given the 'OlE' needle, which was injected into the Beowolf's snout and disposed of.

"Auditory Enhancer," was the next needle requested, and was systematically injected into the ears and disposed of. "Endurance Enhancer." The fifth and last needle was injected in the Beowolf's side, much like the initial Strength Enhancer was. When the last needle was disposed of, the doctor held his hand out.

"Tweezers." The assistant handed him some tweezers. The doctor started methodically pulling the shards of broken faceplate out of the Beowolf's face. It took some minutes, but when it was finally done, the tweezers were handed off. "Sedatives."

Each of them grabbed a sedative needle and injected it in the normal places before going through standard disposal procedures. The box of spikes was placed on the desk and a pair of workers entered. The doctors positioned the metal spikes, which were painted and textured to look like natural ones, over the originals so the workers could bolt them into place. It had a multitude of spikes on its shoulders, back, and neck. The spikes on its elbows, knuckles, and legs were also replaced and covered by the metal duplicates. Once the longest part of the procedure was done, it was time for the final step. The workers stepped out and the laser was pulled down one last time. The leading doctor hovered it in front of the uneven faceplate and found that, remarkably, it could be centered on the Beowolf's forehead plating quite easily.

A third outline was created, showing a strange symbol. It was an 'O' with two legs that jutted out to either side from its open bottom. Once the doctor was sure it was centered, he turned on the last program on the device. It slowly cut the intricate design into the bone before going over it with an air hose, blowing away any possible chips. Then, it went over the design a third time and squirted out a red dye. The device shut off and was pushed up, automatically locking into the ceiling. The doctors sedated it one last time before the lead doctor turned to the observers.

"The operation is complete," the doctor stated. "The OMEGA Subject is ready to return to its testing chamber for additional combat trials."

"Thank you, doctors," Serap congratulated. "With this, the Subject Initiative has reached its end and the Grimm Control Program is one step closer to its end goal. Today, history has been made."

Everyone present applauded him before filing out. Soldiers came in and wheeled the examination table out after unlocking it. The Beowolf, surprisingly, did not move during the whole trip. Serap made his way back to the chamber's observation room and watched as the Beowolf was unstrapped and rested on the ground with the detachable stretcher. The stretcher was reattached to the gurney and the table was rolled out, leaving the Beowolf all alone.

/ / /

It had been a week since the OMEGA had undergone its medical trials and it had not moved. Serap was in his office looking over the hourly reports on the Subject when he received a video call. He accepted it, and came face to face with the Director of OLYMPUS. He was a man with neat black hair and a stern face. "Specialist. Your compiled report just went through the Security Coordination Office and reached my desk," he started. "Could you please explain why our final and most advanced specimen of the Subject Initiative is lying comatose on the floor?"

"If I may, Director, I would like to bring your attention to the report I was about to send you," Serap replied. "The tests on the OMEGA's red matter finally came in. The tests concluded that this may very well be one of the oldest Grimm on the planet."

"And how does this relate to the matter at hand?"

"I have been able to speak at length with Doctor Gris in the Research Group on the subject, and I believe we've found out why the OMEGA is comatose for the moment. After combing through other medical and post-examination reports, we've come to the conclusion that the OMEGA's age is negatively affecting its adaptation to the augmentations given." Before the Director could interrupt, the Specialist continued. "Within another week, the OMEGA should recover and be able to perform combat examinations. Until then, however, there is simply nothing that can be done."

There was a ding on his desk Scroll. "One moment." Serap put the Director on hold. He checked the message and saw it was a report from one of the scientists currently watching the OMEGA. Attached was a single image, showing the OMEGA stalking around its chamber once more. He grinned and returned to his call. "Director, it appears that the OMEGA has recovered ahead of schedule and will begin combat examinations shortly."

"Good. Once these examinations come through and it's trained, it can begin missions and Phase Two can enter the preliminary stage. Keep up the good work, Specialist."

The call ended and Serap sighed. He never liked speaking with the Director of OLYMPUS. Brushing the thought aside, he turned off his desk Scroll, stood up, and grabbed Superiority on his way out. He marched through the halls and arrived in Testing Area 10 in a few minutes. The scientists inside turned to him and nodded in greeting. Serap walked to the front of the room. "Begin combat examinations. The Director wants him mission-worthy so Phase Two can begin."

Hey guys, guess what finally got finished!

...

Okay, that's something of a lie. I will be the first to admit that this rewrite has been done for almost a month now. The main reason I waited until now to publish it was because of my lack of self-confidence. Is this a worthy successor? Is there anything worthy of being succeeded? Hell if I know. All I know is that I'm done beating myself up about it and have decided to finally post it.

That said, I'm proud to give you the revised version of TOS!

So, now onto talking about the original work, the revision, and some things that I just think you guys should know.

Firstly, let's talk about the original. Am I proud of it? Yes, amazingly proud. However, it was flawed form the beginning, because at the time, I had no idea where I wanted to take it. Now, though, I have at least a semblance of a plan. The plan, hopefully, will be able to reliably guide me all the way to about the middle or even end of Volume 2 of the original show.

I mainly wanted to rewrite TOS because I realized that I had no plan for what to do next, and didn't like how the story initially carried on. Many of the core ideas will stay, but some will be ditched or changed. The rewrite, in my opinion, has finally reached a point where it's different enough from the original to be considered a rewrite. Some big things are changing, and hopefully, they're for the better.

Next, I want to mention the Grimm Control Program. Writing out their story, how they work, and what they do has been a blast. It was so much of a blast, in fact, that The OMEGA Subject has gotten a wiki! That's right, on the Fandom website, I created a wiki for everything TOS related! Since FF doesn't like URLs, though, it's gonna be a bit difficult to direct you all. But, thankfully, I already gave instructions on how to reach it in the second announcement in the original, so I'll just copy-paste that here.

the-omega-subject

fandom

com

Put periods between those, then click on 'Main Page', and you should be good, operative word should. If that doesn't work out, let me know and I'll try and find another way to link it here.

There. Now that that's out of the way, onto something else.

I have decided to keep the 5000-word minimum I introduced at the very end of the original story and will use it for all of the chapters in this one unless you guys want them longer or shorter.

I'll let this chapter sit for a while before posting the next one. This will continue steadily until we reach chapter five, which is as far as I've gotten as of the writing of this AN.

There won't be a specific schedule in mind when it comes to writing or uploading. Frankly, I'd rather not constrain myself and make the chapters suffer if I'm just not feeling the motivation to write. People like Coeur Al'Aran are basically demigods to me with how well they can keep to a schedule and still pump out amazing work. Seriously, that man is a beast. Check him out.

Umm...okay, I think that's everything.

No wait!

I've been writing a bunch of stuff on the side, and I mean a bunch. If you guys are interested in seeing drafts of those anytime soon, in the form of teasers and the like, feel free to let me know. Or, if you even want to see older drafts of TOS, I'll gladly let you. Be warned, though, they're not exactly...good. Yeah, on second thought, avoid reading older drafts unless you're a masochist. They're bad.

Okay, now I think that's everything. I hope you guys enjoyed reading, thanks for sticking around 'til the end, and please leave a Review if you have any questions, comments, or critiques.

Salvete!