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Remnant's Courier
Chapter I
Grimm vs Courier Six
The Mojave Wasteland was an extremely dangerous place to be, if simply because of the monsters that had been irradiated, and grown to immense proportions. Then there was the separate factions warring over the control of New Vegas. Again, there was another threat, the raiders.
But, another unknown threat had risen. He was called simply 'Courier Six'. No first name, no last name. He wasn't called a threat by the people, but for the factions... That was a different story.
He was a single man, so why did the group of NCR Rangers, come back with their heads brutally cut off?
A single Brotherhood of Steel member in power armor, should have been able to kill him. But it didn't happen. With his power armor taken off, the Brotherhood member, came back shot in the head.
Every faction, in essense, had sent their best out to try and kill him. But they all came back in bags, the brutal way they were killed, sent back.
It was psychological warfare, at it's best. Whilst the rest of the factions, were feeling demoralized, the Courier had been researching about the Old World, attempting to get back some their weapons, since what he had gleamed from the various terminals, they were unbreakable, and packed a more powerful punch.
Luckily, his trusty gauntlets, sword, and favourite guns had recently been repaired, so he didn't have to worry about them breaking anytime soon. And his ammunition had recently been restocked.
The Courier activated his Pip-Boy, glancing around the interface. Good, it seemed as if he had enough armour, and weapons to deal with some of those Enclave pieces of shit, if they tried to kill him.
They hadn't tried in a month, which left Six worried. His paranoia couldn't cope with not being right, for a month, it seemed like.
Luckily, he was called the 'Juggernaut of the Mojave' for a reason. He had survived being shot in the head three times, had lived to tell the tale. He had gotten machine-gunned by the Brotherhood of Steel, and had only a scar to say it had actually happened.
Still, he admired the 'Burned Man', for surviving being shot in the head five fucking times.
God, he needed some drugs.
With that in mind, he walked up to his drugs cabinet, and took out five syringes, and stabbed them into his body.
"Shit! I took the one that makes meee-" The Courier exclaimed, his senses suddenly dimming down, and he blacked out.
Like all the times, he took that particular drug.
Luckily, that drug compared to the other ones, didn't take too long to wear off. But, still he wondered, why the fuck was he in a forest? They only existed in the Old World.
Unfortunately for the Courier, his other drugs had yet to wear off. So, he wasn't actually in a good state, at the moment.
He held out his katana, in a reverse grip, and walked forward, the drugs that he had put on himself, caused him to see everyone that he thought to be hostile, to be wearing a pink tutu.
So, when a wolf leapt at him the Courier saw, it in a pink tutu. And let it be known, that Six absolutely hated pink tutus.
He immediately sidestepped the wolf, and cut into it's fur. He hit into the bone armour, but luckily, packed enough strength into his hit, to break the armour, immediately killing the wolf-like creature.
When he saw ten of the same species, he grinned an insane grin, and recklessly charged in. His sword made quick work of the animals, as he easily dodged all of their attacks.
But, when he saw a massive scorpion chase after a red hooded thing - luckily not in pink tutu, but however, the scorpion was wearing a pink tutu.
He jumped at the massive scorpion, yelling, "Get back here, ya bastard!"
The Courier should have expected the beast, to concentrate on him. But he didn't. The scorpion camught him in it's claws, and immediately descended upon him, the massive jaws opening, expecting an easy snack.
But, when the Courier suddenly pulled out a sniper rifle from his Pip-Boy, and no scoped the bastard in mouth, destabilizing the scorpion, everyone surprised at the man's appearance, and then by the gun wielding.
He smiled an insane smile, an effect of the drugs, and adrenaline. The sniper rifle disappeared, and he pulled out his katana, and lunged at the scorpion, slashing at the massive scorpion's open stomach.
The beast roared in anger, and lunged at human. Why wouldn't it die?
"Fuck! You destroyed my favourite jacket!" Six exclaimed, the drugs starting to wear off, instead angered by the destruction of his jacket. "You're gonna get it now, you sack of shit!"
He took out his favourite gun of all time: the mini-gun. Or in another words: the Avenger.
The Courier, angered, shot at the scorpion with such a pace that the beat immediately died with about fifty rounds into it's head. Which, even in his drugged state.
When the source of his agression finally died, he turned towards the people who were watching, and asked, more politer and quiet, then when the scorpion had killed his jacket. "Who are you guys?"
The teens glanced between eachover, each sharing a look of concern over the newcomer. They were concerned, since no-one among them could defeat a Death Stalker, on their own. And they felt rather ashamed for not attempting to help the man.
"Hello, to planet teenager? God, was I like this, when I was a teenager?" The Courier asked, which prompted the teens to unseathe their weapons and point it to the man.
"We could ask who are you? Seriously, though, who are you?" Ruby asked, her nervousness, not noticable by Six.
"I'm Courier Six. But where the heck am I? I have not seen forests in decades. Well, one decade..." Six said, as he rambled to himself.
Pyrrha took the initiative, and answered with the answer that the Courier hated within the inch of his life, "We'll tell you when we get to our base."
"Come on! I told you my name!" The juggernaut complained. And his blessed drugs were wearing off... Which was making him irritable.
But, they had the numbers advantage, and despite what everyone thought about the Courier, he didn't attack everything within sight. At least, until they annoyed him. Then it was shotgun to the face time.
He reluctantly followed the team of eight people, his annoyance heightened, when he heard them talking about them. "I can hear you, ya know."
They looked surprised. He ignored that, in favor of checking the status of his mini-gun... And blatantly ignoring the Red Riding Hood imitator, who was checking out his weapon, like a hormonal teenager eying boys.
Six grunted, the minigun, still had ammunition, and didn't need repairing just yet. He checked his sniper, and sword, and found that they were also in good condition. He was rather perplexed, but simply took it as a chance in a million.
He followed the teens, observing them. The blonde dude seemed out of place, to be honest. But the rest of them, seemed at home, despite the fact that in the Wasteland, they would have been slaughtered right now. Luckily, the Courier had tolerance for non-Wastelanders. Like when he met that teenager, who had come out of a Vault.
God, he hoped that the kid was alright. Luckily, Six had given him enough weapons for years to come, and enough training that those NCR pieces of shit, wouldn't bother him.
He ignored his internal ramblings to glance at the metal behemoth in the sky. It looked something out of an Old World sci-fi film... Which was terrifying, since they had some even in the Wasteland, fucked up ideas. Then again, who knew that a massive atomic bomb was going to reset the world back to the 2000's.
He walked on, ignoring all the weary looks that the guards and the teenagers were giving him.
To the careless eye, it would seem as if the Courier was simply fascinated. But, his brain (which had been fucked up, long time ago), was in fact discerning the weak spots of the ship.
It didn't help matters, that Six was irritated with the fact that his trusty Pip-Boy's map was going haywire. So, if anything irritated him, they were going to get a shotgun to the face. Litterally.
"What is this old timer doing here?" asked an armored orange teen. And for some reason, Six immediately felt his irritation expand, to many heights higher.
The Courier immediately felt insulted. "Oi, I'm only twenty... Something." He quickly checked his Pip-Boy, and grinned, despite the fact that it was unnoticable because of the gas mask. "Yup, I'm twenty-two."
He was rather proud of the fact, that at twenty-two, he could cause so much chaos amongst the factions. Which may, or may not have caused his ego to inflate massively.
He glanced around, now bored. In the Wasteland, even if it was a raider, there was something to do... Even if it involved guns, swords, and power armors. At least, he didn't have a mini atomic bomb, like he had last time. Those were good times.
The Courier barely noticed the fact that twelve minutes had past, when he saw a massive structure, unlike anything he had seen. And, more importantly, civilization untouched by the apocalypse.
Where the fuck was he?
That, to be blunt, nearly made Six scared. But, like always, he got where he was going through the most simplest thing ever. Asking someone. In a loud, obnoxious fashion.
"Hey, big armored guy, who looks like my worst enemy, where are we?" He demanded.
The big armored guy (as the Courier so politely named him) turned to him, and with a raised eyebrow, answered, "We're in Vale."
"Vale?"
"In Remnant."
"Do you know of the USA?" asked Six. The answer that this hunk of metal gave, would (or would not) confirm his suspiscions.
"Nope."
Yup that confirmed it. His drug had somehow teleported him to another continent, or if that was possible another planet. Which was fucked up. How had he managed to get himself to another motherfucking world, with a drug of all things? Maybe that's why according to that thing, his intelligence was only a four.
"When are we arriving, at some place that I don't even know about, that I hope isn't a school. I hate school." He rambled, his paranoia acting up, again.
Everyone now seemed concerned. For some reason. Wasn't a man allowed to dislike school? Not like it served him, much purpose. Apart from letting him know how to count, and read. And when to pick fights.
God, he loved that part of school - the part where you could beat the shit out of someone older then you, and no one knows about it.
"How can you not want to go to Beacon?" exclaimed Little Red Riding Hood imitator.
"What is Beacon? Apart from the item in that fucking game, everyone liked..." The Courier stated, bluntly.
"You don't know what Beacon is?" Cliché Hot Blonde Girl asked, as she crossed her arms.
"Should I?" He answered, blandly.
"Yes!" exclaimed the rich daddy's girl. "How could you now know about Beacon?"
He vaguely heard mutters of agreement. He blatantly ignored them, and declared, "Just tell me what Beacon is?! I need more of my drugs."
That caused even more mutters amongst the crowds. What wasn't... Oh. He was in what he recognized as modern civilisation. Luckily, he had a remedy to that.
A packet of sweets.
He stuffed them into his face, eating them, actually enjoying them. It caused the crowd, and the girls that had talked to him, to settle down. It seemed as if drug consumption was a bad thing here... Which he would try and maintain that rule. It wouldn't be good, to already be at a negative reputation with these guys.
When they finally landed (with the blonde guy nearly vomiting twice), he stepped out first, blinking at the massive school in front of him. It was obvious that it was a school - since their was the cliché old man headmaster, and hot headmistress.
There was a lot of cliché people in this part of the world, he realized. Would he be considered, a cliché by these people? He hoped not. Because Courier Six is not fucking cliché!
The Dumbledore imitator looked at him appraisingly, and the Courier exclaimed, "Can we get this show on the road!? I want to meet the Dumbledore and McGonagall imitators!"
The McGonagall imitator glared at him, and he relaxed. He doubted, he was in danger. Since, wasn't there a rule against killing on school grounds? No wait, it was fighting on school grounds!
"Mister...?"
"I'm Courier Six." He introduced himself. "Hey what's your name, Dumbledore imitator?"
"It's Ozpin. And this is Glynda Goodwitch." Ozpin stated, calmly, as he pointed at himself and Glynda. He turned towards the crowd of students, and said, "Get to your dorms. Glynda will get you to your rooms."
As Goodwitch, and the students walked off, the Courier said to Ozpin, bluntly, "Is she pissed off at me?"
"Hm. Don't know. Follow me Courier, please."
"Sure." Six replied, as he followed the headmaster. Who he still, thought was Dumbledore, by the way.
He entered the office, immediately noticing that there was a fuck load of coffee stocked somewhere around here.
"Sit down."
"Sure." He repeated, as he sat down.
"As you may have guessed, your arrival has caused tremors in my establishment. Now I wish to know, what a trained soldier is doing at a school for Hunters?" Ozpin asked, his demeanor not changing a bit.
"First off, I don't know how I got here... And second, what do you mean by Huntsmen?"
Now, Ozpin knew that he had a situation here. How did this man not know about Huntsmen? Was he part of an unknown part of Remnant? So, he asked a general question, "Where do you live?"
"In New Vegas, USA."
"You're in Vale, at the moment."
"...So basically, I'm in another country." deadpanned the Courier.
"Yes." replied Ozpin, who merely took a sip of his coffee.
"You better not ask me, to join this place... You haven't explained what a Hunter is, by the way." Six said.
Ozpin looked sheepish for a second, before he explained. "Hunter are the protectors of Humanity, from Grimm. We are occasionally contacted to deal with threats above the strength of the police force."
"Cool. How does this involve me?" He asked, bluntly. Why would he bother about this country? He already had one to look after, and he didn't need some other country barging in, asking for his aid.
"This is your first time, here I assume?"
The look that Six gave Ozpin, was enough indication that the man didn't know where the fuck he was.
Ozpin coughed. "Then if you join the Academy, you will have free dorms, and information about this world, so that maybe, you can get back to your own world."
"Is there an entrance exam?" demanded the Courier. He really didn't want to be writing down on fucking paper, when he was supposed to be a killing machine. Which he guessed that he already was, but he wanted to be even more of a killing machine. If that made sense. Meh... It did to him.
"Yes, but it is not a written exam. It's practical."
"Yes! But can I do it tomorrow? I haven't slept in weeks."
"Certainly. Let me show you your new dormmates."
"Cool- wait, dormmates?"
"Team RWBY, this is your dormmate for the night." Ozpin started, before Six interrupted.
"So... Is this the cliché team, you were telling me about earlier? Because you were so fucking right about that one." The Juggernaut was becoming suspiscous. Why the heck is nearly everyone named after a colour in this country?
When they all glared at Ozpin, the man barely seemed scared. Which meant that he had experience in that area. The area of not being scared of angry girls with advanced weapons.
Six wasn't afraid of anything, to be honest. One of the first things that the wasteland taught him, was that fear was to be destroyed, because fear had destroyed many men and women.
"I leave you, Six."
"Hope you don't get beaten up by that Goodwitch woman." commented the Juggernaut, with a smirk. And he knew that Ozpin knew that he was smirking. It was the whole point.
"Team RWBY." Ozpin said, choosing to ignore the Courier.
"Wow." deadpanned Six.
When Dumbledore had left (he was going to call him that for eternity, goddammit!), he immediately asked, "Who are you guys? My name's Courier Six."
They looked between eachover, and the Little Red Riding Hood finally answered, "I'm Ruby."
"And the others?"
"They're Yang, Blake, and Weiss!"
"...I'm guessing that the yellow chick is Yang, bookworm is Blake, and little princess is Weiss. And Ruby is the one I named little red." Six commented.
"And you're the mail man." snarked Yang.
The Courier muttered, "Already getting snarked at? Well my reputation's down with these guys, then."
He looked around, and noticed something. "Wait, there's no fifth bed! Where am I going to sleep? Not on the floor... Seriously, you guys already claimed the beds... Fuck this shit."
He took out his Pip-Boy, and took out a sleeping pill. And ate it.
And forgot the fact that he was standing up. So, like whenever he used sleeping pills, he fell face first.
"Ow." He stated, as he stood up from his self-induced pain. He actually didn't feel a thing.
"You finally woke up. I apparently need, to get you to your initiation." Blake said, bored.
"You're the one called Blake, right?" Six asked, as he followed the one he mentally called 'Bookworm v2'. What? He was allowed to call anyone, anything, god dammit!
"Yeah, I'm called Blake."
"Cool. Can I ask why you have a bow on your head? It's cool, and all, but it looks outta place." He immediately regretted asking that question, since even an idiot could tell that she was rather uncomfortable with being asked that.
"It's an accessory given to me by a friend." She answered. Her voice was colder then ice.
He winced, luckily his face was concealed by his NCR helmet. He hoped that he hadn't fucked this up from the start. He liked these guys, since he had been given a free room, and food.
Which was for him, a lot. Normally, he had to scavenge for food, or steal it from merchants. Which may, or may not, force him to whip out his katana. To be honest, it depended if they were asleep or not.
When they arrived in front of the stern lady, who glared at him. Wow, he was already disliked by what he suspected to be one of the teachers.
"So, Mr. Six, this is your initiation. To finish the course, you must go to the relics, and choose one of them. Then get back here. Good? Now plan a landing strategy."
"Wait, what?"
"Go."
"FFFFFFUUUUUUUCK!" He screamed, not hearing the discussion of the two females behind him.
Blake asked, vaguely worried. "Shouldn't we have told him, that he is being watched by the whole of the first years?"
"No. Now, Miss Belladonna, I believe you have something to watch."
"Okay, ma'am."
Now, the Courier wondered how he was supposed to survive this. He had been thrown out of a building before, but only from the third floor. Even then, that hurt like a bitch.
He glanced at his Pip-Boy, and no such luck, he had nothing to save him.
Wait! He could his trench coat like a parachute!
He took it off, and held it out like a parachute. He landed, slowly, so when he was ten meters above ground, he let go. Before hitting the ground, he performed the classic forward roll, and took back his trench coat.
He glanced around, and immediately noticed a massive bear. So, he called the fat fuck out. "Oi, you piece of shit! Did mumma get gangbanged too hard for you?!"
The bear apparently was enraged, and immediately charged at him. And was way too slow.
He easily jumped to the side, and slashed downwards, cutting through the fur, and protective armor.
Six glanced around, and without a word, took out his katana from the monster's fur. He strolled forward, uncaringly.
This world was actually rather boring. Sure, there was- Wait, was that two of those things that he had fought before?!
"Ugly sons of bitches! Come over here, to papa! He defintely doesn't like you, scorpion fucks!"
"Is he insane?!" exclaimed Ruby, as she watched the man taunt the Nevermores.
"Didn't you notice that earlier?" deadpanned Weiss.
"Well... No." She admitted. "But, he did seem a bit weird."
"He's in trouble," observed Pyrrha.
"In what way? He completely devastated the first Nevermore during the initiation." Blake asked, curiously.
"Because, he seems to now be saying something about 'Let's only do a sword fight!'." answered Pyrrha. "And didn't you notice that he had a minigun the last time?"
"I did notice the mingun."
"He seems to be in a tight spot." stated Yang.
How the fuck had he gotten caught in those claws of these bitches!? He had only been off his guard for ten seconds.
"Scorpion fucky wits. How's it going? Is momma not home?" When their claws tightened, he assumed that was a yes. "So, I have a remedy for that problem..."
He suddenly pulled a C4 from his pocket, and launched it at the beast.
When they loosened their claws for only a second, he immediately launched himself from his bounds, and unleashed his explosive, causing shrieks of pain from the scorpions.
He yelled, "Shut up! You could kill someone with those fucking vocal cords!"
It was true. The screeching from the scorpion was extremely loud. And his NCR helmet was actually muffling the sound.
He leapt forward, and swung downwards, only to be thrown backwards by the pissed off scorpions.
He stopped in his tracks, and clutched his head. Then, he laughed, the insane part of his mind, nurtured from years of fighting alone, and the Wasteland, taking control from his sane mind.
"Hahahaha! THIS IS SO FUN!"
He leapt forward, his NCR helmet falling off, his insane grin revealing itself to the world. He immediately jumped to the side from the swipe of the Nevermore, but he got hit by the other one.
Six flew backwards, his back hitting the wall. He stood up, his insane grin still visible, "So, my prey fights back!? THIS IS GOING TO BE FUN! HAHAHA!"
In this state of mind, he would become reckless, and unfeeling of pain. But above all, utterly insane. In this state of mind, he could massacre entire platoons of NCR Rangers, or a town. He had literally painted a town red, in that state of mind, at one point. That was why he was so afraid of that part of his mind.
He lunged forward, and narrowly avoided the stinger from the scorpion, and stabbed the scorpion through the eye. And twisted.
The beast screeched in pain, but the Courier felt at this point, no remorse. He jumped backwards, just as he barely dodged the stinger from the other scorpion.
He lunged at the scorpion, yelling, "TRYING TO REBEL!? THERE IS NO ESCAPING ME!"
The Courier, brutally cut off the stinger, and mercilessly when the one that he had just stabbed attempted to also stab Six, just simply stabbed his sword through the already torn eyes.
The one that he had just cut the stinger off, leapt at him with a snarl. So he activated V.A.T.S.
He didn't move, and simply slashed his sword into the mouth of the monster, and cut through the entire face of the Grimm.
The beast dropped dead, his entire jaw along with his head cut off by the Courier.
His brother got a similar fate.
And then Six started getting with a fight with himself, his sane side managing to win against the insane side.
"Fuck." He cursed, his haunted face (unknown to him), being broadcasted to everybody in the first year of Beacon. He had blonde unkept hair, and brown eyes, with a scar in the side of his cheek, where he had been shot.
He stood up, and didn't glance behind him.
AN: One plot bunny that kept on coming up. But, I'm kinda worried about how I've done characters, in this, since I haven't watched RWBY, nor read much fanfictions about it. Actually that last one is a lie.
I think that an insane Courier, would be more possible then a sane Courier. Well, at least compared to *most* of the cast of RWBY.
Think of this Courier, as a guy with a split personality problem, that haunts him because he can't control it. And add to the fact, that he is one of the most powerful men in the Wasteland, you end up with one insane motherfucker.
I have only played Fallout 4, but I don't really like it, compared to Skyrim. So, I decided on a Fallout New Vegas character, who unlike most people poured all of his stat points into Health. So basically imagine this Courier as a sword-wielding juggernaut, who can use a gun, but prefers swords.
Hope you enjoyed, this is a test, to be blunt. I hope this does well. Goddammit, shut up Magister! Not everyone wants to hear your inane rambling!
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Anyway, read and review, stuff like that, it fills my heart with joy.
Edit as of 8/04/16: Changed Hunters to Huntsman. Just noticed that, I must have mixed Bloodborne with RWBY... xP (I really need a beta...)