Into the Great Wide Open

Chapter 1: Explorin' A Bunker

Disclaimer: I do not own Fallout: New Vegas or RWBY. The former is owned by Obsidian Entertainment and Bethesda Softworks, and the latter is owned by Rooster Teeth. All I own is the Ultimate Edition of New Vegas, and a copy of RWBY Vol. 1.

[Abandoned Bunker, Mojave Wasteland]

If there was one word that could be used to describe the Mojave, it would be that it was hot. It contained dry stretches of desert with plant life dotting it, towns and settlements made up of Pre-War buildings, and long, winding roads that seemed to go on forever. The hot, blazing sun bearing down on one's back would make anyone sweat like crazy. However, the heat was a minor nuisance compared to the things that tried to kill you. There were different kinds of dangerous beasts roamed the Mojave. These ranged from the swift Cazadores to the relentless Nightstalkers, to the deadly, brutal Deathclaws. In addition to these creatures were the Raiders, who stole, raped, and pillaged off of the settlers of the Mojave. Even worse than them were Caesar's Legion, slavers who modeled themselves off the ancient Roman Empire. The only secure protection from these raiders was the army of the New Californian Republic.

And throughout all of the chaos of the Mojave Wasteland, a lone bunker remained untouched. It rested on the edge of the Mojave, and it been undiscovered ever since the bombs fell.

However, it's days of being unknown were about to end.

With a loud thud, the door to the bunker was kicked open. A man walked into said bunker, his eyes searching the room. The man appeared to be around 28 years old, and stood at 5'10" with an athletic build. He had messy brown hair that reached his ears and the back of his neck, and a few strands framed his face. Completing his facial features were a pair of bright blue eyes and a connected mustache and goatee.

His attire was rather interesting. On top of his head was a brown cowboy hat that had rings along the decorative band. Around his neck was a red bandana. He wore a white shirt with sleeves that stopped above his elbows. Going from his left shoulder to his midsection was a bandolier for rifle magazines. He also wore a pair of black pants with kneepads, which were tucked into a pair of black boots. Around his waist was a belt which held a few pieces of equipment. Attached to the right side of the belt was a gun holster that held a rather large pistol. On the left side of the belt buckle was pouch and located near his left thigh was a bowie knife kept in a sheath. Completing his attire was a blue grey, sleeveless duster. On the back of said duster was the symbol of the New California Republic, the two-headed bear. Going from the man's right shoulder and resting on his hip was a leather courier's satchel.

However, on his left arm was a rather interesting device. It looked like an incredibly bulky wristwatch. It took up a good part of his forearm, and had a very large screen. It had three buttons at the bottom of the screen, each labeled "STATS", "INVENTORY", and "DATA" respectively. There was a dial on near the left on the screen, and another dial on top of the device's built in glove.

This man was Daniel J. Marston, courier for the Mojave Express. That was, until, he was ambushed outside the town of Goodsprings, took two bullets to the head, and was left for dead in a shallow grave. He considered himself pretty lucky to survive that. After many adventures and taking on a few odd jobs, Marston managed to track down the man who shot him. Said man was a New Vegas gangster by the name of Benny, who had big plans involving the package that the courier was delivering. When Marston finally founded Benny, he tricked him into talking in a nice, private room. There, the gangster confessed his plans to the courier, and then tried to kill him. However, Marston turned the tables on him, and executed Benny with his own gun, all with an honest-to-God smile on his face. After that, he'd meet with the man who'd hired him, the enigmatic Mr. House, and disabled him. He then took on a few jobs helping out the NCR, eventually helping them lead an assault on Caesar's Legion. During said assault, the courier had personally killed Caesar himself. He had crippled his leg with a shotgun and finished him off by stabbing him twenty-three times in the chest with his knife. After that, Marston had decided to go and explore the rest of the Mojave while taking the occasional odd job.

Marston took the pistol out of its holster, twirled it in his right hand, and aimed it around the room. The pistol was a 5.56mm revolver that had been heavily modified, which included having a motorized cylinder. Marston had bought it when visiting the settlement of Novac, and had affectionately named the pistol "That Gun". His eyes continued to scan the room, looking for any threat. The courier let out a sigh of relief as he saw none in the first room.

"It looks like the coast is clear," Marston called out as he twirled his gun before holstering it again. With that, two people and a robot entered the room.

The first person was a woman who appeared to be in her mid-30s. She had blue eyes and reddish-brown hair kept up in a ponytail. She wore a brown, suede leather jacket, a pink and white flannel shirt with the first three buttons undone, black gloves, worn out jeans with a hole above the left knee, and a pair of old, scuffed cowboy boots. She also wore a rattan cowboy hat with a black band, a diamond shaped pendant with a rose in the center of it, and a bandana hanging off of the back of her belt. On her right side was a holster, which had a .44 magnum revolver in it. Said revolver looked fancy, with a nickel plated finish with engravings and mother of pearl grips. Slung around one shoulder was a a rustic brown canvas knapsack. She carried around a 12 gauge, pump action hunting shotgun. The shotgun had been heavily customized. The stock and forearm of the weapon had woodland camouflage on it, and a choke was fitted on the end of the barrel. To finish off the modifications to the weapon was an extended magazine tube, increasing the gun's ammo capacity from 5 rounds to 8.

The second person was a man who appeared to be in his mid-20s with a serious expression on his face. He had blonde hair that had been shaved. He wore a red beret that bared the insignia of the NCR's 1st Recon division, and a pair of sunglasses. His clothing wouldn't look out of place for a soldier fighting in desert combat. It consisted of a short-sleeved khaki shirt under a tan colored breastplate and shoulder pads. On each side of the sleeves was a patch of the 1st Recon Division. Running from his left shoulder to his right midsection was a bandoleer for rifle magazines. Wrapped around his forearms were tan arm-wraps. Completing the ensemble was a pair of khaki combat pants tucked into tan boots and a belt containing equipment. On the left of the buckle was a canteen while to the right of the buckle were two pouches. On the right side of his belt was a holster with a custom 10mm handgun and behind that was a machete. In his hands was a 5.56mm marksman carbine. It was a customized with woodland camouflage and above the magazine was the insignia of the 82nd Airborne Division.

Lastly, was the robot. It was spherical, and was around a foot and a half in diameter. On the top of it was an antenna and a small radar dish and at the bottom was what appeared to be a compact laser weapon.

"You alright, boss," the woman asked. Her name was Rose of Sharon Cassidy (called Cass for short). She was a former caravan boss that had decided to follow Marston when the courier had meet up with her at an NCR outpost (specifically, said outpost's bar).

"Can you really blame me for bein' a bit jittery, Cass? Last time I explored a bunker, I got kidnapped by some nut and was forced to go treasure huntin'."

"At least you got all that gold," Cass commented as she shifted her shotgun in her hands.

"Yeah, that was a nice compensation," Marston commented as he pulled something out of his satchel. It was a canteen with blue fabric wrapped around it. Said fabric had a yellow number 13 on it. Marston unscrewed the cap off the canteen, took a swig of its content, and then placed the cap back on before storing it away.

"You'd think someone would discover this place by now," the man grunted as he pushed up his sunglasses. He was Craig Boone, former sniper for the NCR's 1st Recon Division. Marston had meet the sniper in Novac, and had helped him discover who was responsible for selling his wife to the Legion. After that, the courier had convinced him to go traveling with him.

"Looks like nobody looked hard enough," Marston commented as he put a few commands into his PipBoy. With that, a bright light came from the device and illuminated the room.

"Alright, let's see if there's anything worth takin' here," the courier said as he walked towards a nearby flight of stairs going downwards. The rest of the party followed him, with the robot, named ED-E, at the rear.

The group made their way down into the facility, keeping their weapons at the ready. Knowing their luck, there was probably an army of feral ghouls waiting down there to tear them to pieces, just like in Vault 34. However, the entire facility was quiet. Too quiet for Marston's liking. The group soon found themselves at the bottom of the stairs, and in front of them was a hallway containing several doors.

"I reckon this must be the livin' quarters," Marston said as he walked forward. "It's best if we split up to cover more ground. ED-E, you're with me."

The robot gave off a beep as it followed the courier into the first room. It was very spartan, with only a bed, a dresser, a desk, and a cabinet in the room. Marston immediately went to the dresser and started to pull out the drawers. The only thing in the drawers were a few sets of pre-war clothing. Marston was comfortable with what he currently had in his wardrobe, and he doubt anyone would pay much for the clothes. Therefore, he ignored it.

The courier then moved on to the desk, and opened up the drawer. He grinned as he saw its contents.

"Now we're talkin'," he said as he started to pull out the loot from the drawer. It consisted of a bag of caps, three packs of Big Boss cigarettes, and three magazines. The first two magazines were comic books, issues of The Silver Shroud and ¡La Fantoma! respectively. The second was a copy of Guns & Bullets. Marston's placed his loot on the bed and then went to the cabinet.

The courier opened both of the cabinet doors and looked inside. In the cabinet were a few stimpaks, some syringes of Med-X, a bottle of Sunset Sarsaparilla, a large bottle of whiskey. However, there was one item that caught Marston's interest. It was a .32 caliber, break top, double action revolver. It had a nickel finish and it could be easily concealed on one's person. Next to the revolver were three cases of .32 caliber rounds.

Marston grabbed the revolver and one of the boxes of ammo from the cabinet. He quickly broke the top of the revolver open, loaded the chambers, and snapped it shut. He then placed the gun into a pocket on his satchel. Marston knew that the revolver he just found was nothing more than scrap metal. It was a peashooter compared to the other guns kept in his arsenal. However, the courier had a fondness for old wheelguns. And the gun would make a nice concealed weapon.

"Looks like this is a mighty fine haul, ED-E," he said as placed the rest of the cabinet's contents on the bed. However, he separated the bottle of whiskey and one of the packs of cigarettes away from the rest of the loot. ED-E gave off a few beeps in response to Marston's comment. The courier raised an eyebrow at the eyebot's response.

"Hey, at least I think it's a nice haul. We got smokes, some reading material, and a lil' bit of money."

Marston faced the stash of loot with his Pip Boy in front of him. He put in a few commands onto the device and a flash of green light appeared. With that, the loot was gone, safely stored inside of the Pip Boy. That was the amazing thing about Pip Boys: you could store physical items as data on it. It definitely made hauling around weapons and supplies a lot easier. Marston then pulled out a cigarette from the pack and placed it in his mouth. He then took out a cigarette lighter from his pocket, which had a pin up girl engraved on the bottom half of it. The courier lit up the cigarette, took a drag on it, and blew out a puff of smoke.

"C'mon, let's see what Boone and Cass are up to," Marston said as he pocketed the rest of the pack and grabbed the bottle of whiskey. He walked out into the hallway, ED-E following him, and saw his two companions in the halls, standing guard.

"You found anything," he asked, taking another drag on his cigarette as he approached. Both of them shock their heads. Cass then spoke up.

"We found a few caps, but nothing of real interest, boss"

"Well, I found a lil' something for you, Whiskey Rose," Martson said as he tossed her the bottle of booze. The caravan boss caught it and grinned like an idiot as she looked down at the bottle.

"Mother's milk," she commented as she pulled the cork out with her teeth and then took a swig out of it. She let out a sigh of ecstasy as she capped the cork on the bottle. She then unslung her knapsack, opened it up, and placed the bottle of whiskey within it.

"Thank you, boss."

"Think nothing of it."

"If you two are done, there's still one more room to explore," Boone grunted as he walked towards the door at the end of the hallway. The rest of the party followed, and Marston was the first to enter the room. Said room appeared to be a laboratory of some sort. In the middle of the room was a device that looked very similar to a Tesla coil. To the right of the device was a table containing three terminals. To the left of the device was a wall containing a variety of controls. The last piece of furniture in the room were three cabinets.

"Alright, if there's nothing worth taking in this room, we'll leave," Marston said as he entered the lab. He walked over to one of the terminals and pressed a few keys on it, trying to boot it up. However, his efforts were fruitless.

"Huh, must be disconnected," he said as he walked over the control panel. Boone and Cass were currently searching the cabinets while ED-E floated near him. Marston took another drag on his cigarette as he spoke his mind.

"What do you think that think was made for?"

"I'd reckon it was made to be some sort of pre-war alternate energy source," Cass said as she picked up a sensor module from the cabinet before putting it down.

"For all we know, that damn thing could be a lamp," Boone muttered as he continued scrounge through the cabinet. Marston blew out another puff of smoke as he leaned back against the control panel. His eyes widen when he felt his back press up against a button, and the device in the middle of the room began to glow. Everyone in the room looked at the courier, who had a sheepish look on his face.

"Boss, what did you do," Cass said plainly as the device began to let out a loud whirling sound.

"Uh…"

"You pressed a button, didn't you," Boone said dryly as the light and the noise both grew in intensity.

"Look, I didn't do it on pur-"

Before Marston could finish his defense, the light suddenly enveloped everyone in the room. The light quickly fell down, revealing that everyone in the room was now gone, never to be seen in the Wasteland again.

[Unknown Location, Another World]

Marston quickly landed on his ass as he fell to the ground. One thing for certain was that they were out of the bunker. He turned to his right and saw the rest of his party. Cass and Boone were dogpiled on each other, with the former lying across the latter's chest. ED-E was floating nearby them, perfectly unharmed. The courier let out a sigh of relief and began to look at his surroundings. His eyes widened at what he saw. He got up, took off his hat, and got another good look.

Surrounding the party were trees. Not those, pathetic, withered old things that they'd encounter in the Mojave. These trees were lush and beautiful, full of green leaves. Marston had only seen these kind of trees in old pre-War pictures.

After a few minutes of taking in the beauty of the forest, Marston broke the silence with a single sentence:

"Well, it looks like we ain't in Kansas anymore."

Next Time - Little Red and Snow White

A/N: Welcome to my latest fic, Into the Great Wide Open.

First off, I know what you're all thinking: you're thinking "DocHoliday, why are you working on ANOTHER fic? Why won't you update your other stuff?" Well, I should mention that I had this plot bunny finished in early November, and have been sitting on it for awhile. I thought it would be nice to publish it as a Thanksgiving gift.

Anyway, my idea for this fic came from my recent play through of New Vegas, and I liked the idea of my take of the Courier running around Remnant with his pals. However, this is in spite of one of my pet peeve with RWBY crossovers (a good number of them has a character from one crossover getting thrown into Remnant). However, I think I can make this plot bunny work.

Also, for those of you who need a better visual picture of Marston, his physical appearance is based off of Norman Reedus (who plays Daryl Dixon on AMC's The Walking Dead). And the title of the fic is a reference. Whoever correctly guesses the reference gets Cyber-Cookies.

I should let you all know that the update rate of this fic will be once in a blue moon, since I have my other fics to update, as well as college work to do for the finals.

Lastly, please leave a review (since I REALLY enjoy feedback), and don't forget to fave or follow if you like it. And I hope you all have a Happy Thanksgiving (or Turkey Day, for those of you who are fans of Mystery Science Theater 3000, such as I).