Chapter 1
Author's note
Hey what up y'all? Okay I know I have been very inactive, but, now I am back baby. Well hopefully for a longer time. Anyways this is a brand new story. I know some of you might be asking. "Oh so glorious one what about the rest of your stories?" I say fuck'em. Nah just kidding, I will most likely be rewriting them, gotta see if I first have the time though. But, yeah, I will be taking down those stories too, no point leaving it up there anymore. The reason for that is well, when I went back and looked at the story, well in the bluntest way possible, it sucked and it was cringy. Maybe it is just me since, well I am the kind of person that thinks my own voice is cringy, so I might be a little bias. But, yeah, I looked back at those stories and it was really cringy, maybe except for my newer one? But that is kind of up for debate. So anyways, enough crap from me and lets get down to the story. As you all can see, if you can't then, kudos to you for even making your way to this website and this story. Any who, it is a Fallout and RWBY crossover! Reason why I did this crossover? Well, RWBY, me like, Fanfiction, me like more, and Fallout New Vegas, me like even more and love it long time. So why not combine it all together. So now sit back relax and enjoy! (Hopefully)
Exposition
The Mojave wasteland, a treacherous place filled with mutants, raiders and the invisible fires of radiation. It is a harsh place where only the strong survive, and the weak perish. Many have walked the wasteland and have seen the horrors that it produced, some develop self-destructing habits to cope, while others fall into insanity. Very few have actually been able to endure the trials and challenges the Mojave had threw at them and still come out relative sane and intact. One of those very few people was, The Courier. A man that has been shot in the head twice and lived to not only take revenge on his shooter, but, dramatically changed the wasteland forever. Some know him as Courier Six. Some know him as a friend and companion. Some know him as a monster that will destroy any that gets in his way. Now, he is mostly known as the leader of New Vegas.
LINE BREAK
It was high noon and Mccree appeared killing everyone instantly.
*Static Transmission*
Lucky 38 Presidential suite
It was roughly 10 in the morning when a woman slammed her fist down on the table in the Lucky 38 Presidential suite just as a man unveiled an ace of spades.
"Dammit Six! There is simply no way you have that card you must be cheating!" A woman in a dress wearing a pair of shades yelled while pouting at a figure wearing a helmet that has 2 red tinted eyes.
"Come on Veronica why would I ever cheat? I am the upstanding leader of New Vegas I would never eve-"the figure was cut off as a pair of jacks and ace fell from his sleeve.
The woman now known as Veronica glared at the figure while 2 other people were trying the hardest to hide their smiles.
"Errr o-oops?"
The figure stuttered out pathetically while his helmet sweated buckets. How is that possible? No one knows.
"She's got you there Six."
A man with a shaved head wearing a red beret, a pair of shades, along with some desert coloured body armour and khaki pants with combat boots chuckled.
"You're the leader of New Vegas boss, a place fill with liars, gamblers and thugs. I'm sure in no way are you anything like those types of people."
A figure with rotting flesh and skin wearing a vaquero outfit sarcastically said.
"Six, I am giving you a few options now. One, you give me my winnings and get punched in the face. Two, you get a beat down and I take my winnings. Lastly, three you give me all your winnings and I won't punch you in the face."
Veronica said while all along wearing the sweetest smile on her face.
"I…er…can I make a counter offer?" [Barter 100/∞]
Veronica puts on her power fist and started adjusting it before turning to The Courier.
"I'm sorry you were saying?" [Barter Failed, with no chance of success in the first place.]
"I-I mean I choose option 3 of course! You c-can have all my winnings."
The man known as the Legion's worst nightmare and the Slayer of Lanius, cower before a girl 1 head shorter than him.
"Pleasure doing business with you Six."
Veronica happily said as she collected all her caps.
"Hard to believe this is the one that killed the Legate Lanius single handily in melee combat with a flag pole and his bare hands."
The man wearing the beret whispered to the ghoul in the Vaquero outfit.
"Can it Boone! Do you have any idea how scary she can be? I bet you if I were to sic Veronica on Lanius she could probably win against him. It would probably put a stop to the Legions view on women if that were to happen."
The Courier yelled at his friend, embarrassed.
"Maybe you should have actually done it boss. It would have been a major hit to their morale considering they view women as their inferior, and would serve to humiliate the legion."
"Ah you are right Raul but, there may also be another consequence, if they were humiliated badly they would no doubt seek to regain their honour if there were more people like Lanius. Thus, ensuring that a war will begin much sooner and the legion would be much more prepared and much more motivated than before. Thus, causing me to have very little time to plan for a second war, I am not so arrogant as to believe that my current army can defeat the entirety of the east. The only reason I won the battle of hoover dam was due to the element of surprise, NCR weakened forces, aid from our allies and negotiations with General Lee Oliver to keep NCR happy towards New Vegas. Back to the main point, should a person of high standing such as myself defeat the Legate in 1 on 1 combat honourably, the legion would think twice before attempting another invasion against such a powerful faction with a strong leader. Thus, deterring them for a long while, which gives me more than enough time to prepare should a second war come."
The Courier finished while his companions all looked at him in awe. They all had the same thoughts.
'This is why this man is able to defeat both the Legion and NCR at Hoover Dam. This is why this man is the leader of Vegas'
Power is what the man known as the Courier is associated with. However, one does not survive the wasteland based solely on sheer strength and endurance. Intelligence, long-term planning and cunning can easily overcome a stronger and hardier foe. Sure, The Courier is a large man with enough strength to wrestle a Yao Guai and win, and is also capable of out lasting most people in a footrace while carrying 160 pounds worth of equipment and supplies. However, what separates him from any another person was his Intelligence, foresight and adaptability. Most wastelanders only think short-term or cling on to old world ideology, like the NCR that keeps expanding without securing its other territories first, making their resources and men stretched thin. The Legion, which tried to mimic ancient history Rome, trying to obliterate each and every person's cultural identity in such a short period of time. Mr House, who is a tyrant to the people of New Vegas, and is arrogant enough to think that New Vegas could survive on its own without any help except for the 3 families. All these factions cling on to old world ideas, refusing to adapt to the new environment, refusing to acknowledge that the times have changed.
"But, what about when you grow old or die?"
Veronica asked hesitantly. The courier simply chuckled and replied.
"Why do you think I wear this armour that covers me head to toe? There are a few reasons behind this, firstly being that it looks cool. Secondly, it provides decent protection and can be maintained easily. Lastly, being that it covers my face and body giving me a sense of anonymity, and it also serves as a symbol like Lanius. Many know the name Lanius but, none know what lies behind the mask nor if it is the same person. However, when one sees Lanius, they see a symbol of terror. They see the symbol of the Legion. Now, when one sees my armour, they see The Courier, the one that single handily defeated the Legion and its legate along with the NCR. They also see a symbol of freedom and hope, or for the Legion, they see a symbol of resistance, terror and power that will stand in their way. So should I grow old or die, I shall simply pass my mantle down to another and let the legend of The Courier continue on. A man once taught me that symbols are important, and that one should wear it proud so that others will follow in that same symbol."
The Courier finished. The Courier sighed as he remembered the one called Ulysses, the one that taught him many things, unknowingly or knowingly. A man that The Courier respects for his abilities and traits, a man that had so much wisdom and strength, a man that could have ruled the wasteland if he wasn't broken.
"You really thought of everything haven't you Six?"
Veronica said. The Courier chuckled, but it was empty, void of any humour and emotion.
"I have to, if I don't, the people of the Waste would suffer. I cannot be out there protecting everyone forever I will perish; after all, I am but a man."
"Anyways, should I ever be gone anytime soon, there really isn't much to be worried about. I have Arcade and Yes-Man upgrading the Securitrons to the Mk III, software and hardware, they should now be able to speak and act like a human with the improved A.I and be able to deal and take much more punishment. Also with the building of schools, a hospital and housing, the future generation would be well prepared for any challenges should I be gone. Also I have another set of similar looking armour for anyone of you to wear, to take my place should I ever be gone. Management of the strip and expansion are all being taken care off by Yes-man and Cass, with Cass giving her insight on the matter and Yes-Man carrying out orders. So should any of you have to actually don on the armour of The Courier you would not have to really worry about management of New Vegas. All in all, the future of New Vegas should be ensured for the next 20 years. After that it will be all up to the next generation to run Vegas. So does that answer your question Veronica?"
Veronica nodded her head slowly. The Courier clapped his hands once and walked towards the elevator; before he entered, he turned back and said.
"War, war never changes."
"No! War has changed!"
Sorry couldn't resist doing that. :P
"If war never changes, mankind must, through the trials and tribulation they face. The ones that are able to survive the wasteland are not always the strongest or toughest, but, the smartest and the ones that are able to adapt the quickest." With that final piece the elevator's doors closed and it would be the last they saw him.
Penthouse
"Yes-man, report."
"Alright Sir! Firstly, expansion and construction are all doing well, the schools and housing are about 50% done! Secondly, the NCR are still remaining friendly towards New Vegas after we agreed to share the power with them. Thirdly, the Securitrons have just been recently upgraded to the new and improved Mk III software making them very difficult to hack, though should they be hacked the Securitrons will shut down to protect the people. They have also been upgraded to the new Mk III body, composed of new light weight steel as tough as Titanium. The new light weight steel is able to withstand bullets fired from an Anti-Material Rifle, so they should pretty much be bullet proof. They are also now armed with both ballistics and energy weapons, a .44 machine gun and a Gatling laser along with their already installed rockets. Lastly, recently Brotherhood of Steel patrols are sighted near the walls of New Vegas. There is a 75% they would attack when we are doing construction and building new walls to encompass Freeside. Other than this news, everything else is going A-Okay."
"Alright, thank-you Yes-Man, I will personally go and scout out the Brotherhood patrol. However, send a few more Securitrons to protect Freeside from any attacks. Also, report and consult with the companions from now on should there ever be a need to make a decision."
"Yes sir!"
The Courier sighed as he returned to his now empty presidential suite to gear up for not only a fight, but, for a long trip to somewhere else other than the Mojave. The Courier was tired. He was tired of the wasteland, the Mojave, the factions, everything. To him, the Mojave Desert was just a hell-hole, and the best thing he could do was to make it better for the people of the next generation. He had done more than enough already. It was now up to the next generation to ensure that this hell-hole does not remain as one. He has his standard Elite Riot Gear on, along with a few grenades and explosives. A light shining in the darkness chambered for .45 auto ammunition holstered on his right leg, a gift from a good neighbour, Joshua Graham or also known as the Burned Man. The All-American, a modified carbine chambered for 5.56mm ammunition holstered on the left side of his backpack, packs one heck of a punch with a decent magazine size. The Survivalist Rifle, an old service rifle that has seen better days, chambered for 12.7mm rounds that will punch through most armour holstered on the right side of the backpack. The Medicine Stick, a modified stronger variant of the brush gun that is chambered for 45-70 Govt rounds, it packs an even greater punch than the Survivalist Rifle stuffed in his backpack. A special bowie knife called "Blood-nap" holstered on his left chest. Finally, The Anti-Material Rifle, a weapon made to punch through tanks and things much tougher. However, it is currently in pieces as it was too large to carry and pack whole. Now properly geared up, he set off to Freeside to observe the patrol.
Line Break
The Courier arrived only to see 4 Brotherhood Paladins firing upon the Securitrons who are defending the hurt workers as they rushed to safety. The Courier quickly stepped in a fire a shot in the air, getting the attention of the Paladins.
"Brothers, why have you chosen to attack my city? Have I not aid you in many ways? Have I not helped you against the NCR? Do you deem me that irresponsible that such technology cannot be trusted in my hands? Am I not part of the Brotherhood?"
The Paladins paused for a moment before a familiar elder came from the back, Elder McNamara.
"What you say is true. However, you should have known that such technology can only be trusted with the ENTIRE Brotherhood of Steel. Not a single lone Paladin. You are but one person, how can we be so sure that you will not abuse such technology for your own purpose?"
"Have I not earned your trust by fixing you air filtration system? Have I not earned your trust by venturing to Black Mountain? Do all those incidents not mean anything?"
"While it is true that you have earned the Brotherhood's trust with your actions, it is not enough for this level of technology. Entire armies of robots run by A.I can go rogue and are hackable do you not see the danger? We must put a stop to you and your army."
The Courier looked at the Elder calmly and replied back in a cold tone.
"I see you are ruled by fear and greed. You only want to seize control of such technology so that your faction would be the only that survives. You fear that a new nation such as mine would trample all over the Brotherhood of Steel. You fear the power I hold and you fear change. I see words will not dissuade you. Very well then."
With those words uttered, The Courier sprang to action, dropping a couple of grenades at the feet of the elder and his Paladins rolling into cover. He then pulled out his Medicine Stick and started loading the gun with 45-70 Govt, SWC rounds. He quickly stood up and fire 2 shots, punching through the glass visor of the T-51B Power Helmet and killing 2 of the dazed Paladins. The remaining Paladins snapped out of their daze and started firing upon The Courier; The Courier quickly pulled out his pistol and fired at the unarmoured elder injured by the explosion, killing him with a few .45 rounds to the head. The Paladins continued firing, with one getting a lucky shot hitting something in the Courier's coat. Sparks started flying everywhere as the plasma hit the transportalponder causing a violent reaction. The Courier tried to get rid of the device unfortunately, he was still in the blast radius, and in a last ditch effort The Courier threw a plasma grenade at the two Paladins before giving them the finger.
"If I'm going down, you are coming with me."
With that, a great flash of light appeared, leaving no trace of The Courier and the Paladins he fought.
Aftermath
The people of Freeside would tell this story until 'The Courier' appeared once more. Thus, adding to his already impressive feats of a Courier that not only cheated death once, but had done so 1 more time.
Lucky 38 Presidential Suite
'The Courier' walked in with another 2 'Couriers' and sat down at the table. 'The Couriers' then pulled off their helmets, revealing themselves to be Veronica, Boone and Raul. They had all assumed the mantle of 'The Courier' keeping the legend alive. They all sat there staring at the table, thinking the same thing.
'Where are you Six?'
Remnant
The Courier has been through many things, trekking through a den of Deathclaws, surviving The Divide, the poisonous Sierra Madre casino and Big Mountain, fought Lanius, and walked through the Boomers artillery field and also surviving 2 gun shots to the face. However, what he did not expect was landing on a scorpion stinger and redirecting its direction just, as it was about to pierce a girl dressed in black and red.
"Owww my back…."
He mumbled, before he blinked a few times to clear the blurriness of his eyes only to see a lush green landscape in front of him. Filled with trees and flora and what looks like a Radscorpion queen, all seems goo-wait, a Radscorpion queen? The Courier immediately leaped off the ground away from the Radscorpion look alike while pelting it with bullets the creature looked annoyed and quickly send out its stinger to end The Courier's life. The Courier braced himself for the pain, he waited….nothing. He cracked one of his eyes open to see ice surrounding the stinger, and a teenager with white hair in a ponytail, wielding what looks to be a combination of a revolver and a rapier.
"I don't know who you are, but, I am not so heartless to let some someone die." The girl said looking at the wastelander. The Courier nodded his head er helmet? In thanks. He turned to his side to see a Paladin's T-51B Power Armour without the person in it. He wondered just what was going on and where was he, before he quickly got into the huge hulking suit for some added protection. The group simply stared at him in confusion at what his doing, and how he knew how to operate that piece of machinery.
"Well now, guess you were just dropping in eh?"
A blonde busty girl said while the girl in red and black groaned.
"Urgh Yang! Now is not the time for jokes, we are in trouble."
"Umm I think the Nevermore is circling back what should we do?"
A blonde skinny looking guy in armour pointed out.
"Well, our objective is right in front of us, there is no sense in dilly dallying." The white haired girl said.
"She's right, after all our objective is just to get the artefacts and make it to the cliffs. There is no point in fighting these things."
The girl in black and red agreed.
"Run and live. That is an idea I can get behind."
The lanky blonde agreed as well.
"Wait what about him?"
A black haired girl with a bow on top of her head asked.
"Truthfully, I have no clue as to where I am, so I will just have to follow you guys around until I reached civilization."
Just as The Courier had answered them the ice surround the stinger broke and the Deathstalker is free.
"We will break the ice later; after all, I don't want anyone to be cold to me." Ba dum tssss*
"Ehhhhh!"
Yang said as she high fived The Courier.
"Great now there are 2 of them."
Everyone was cut off from their thoughts as the Nevermore screeched they all quickly grabbed a relic and ran. They ran towards the cliff only for the Deathstalker to burst through the trees.
"Damn it! Run!"
The lanky blonde yelled and everyone started to sprint towards the bridge. Only to be cut off by the Nevermore in front of them ready to fire its feathers.
"Nora distract it!"
A tall Asian looking boy with a green coattail ordered to an Orange haired girl wearing a blouse with a heart shape in the middle along with a black jacket and skirt.
"You got it Ren!"
The now named girl Nora, affirmed as she started pulling out her grenade launcher and started firing at the Nevermore while ducking and dodging the feathers. She didn't notice the Deathstalker behind her, until The Courier shot his respective weapons at the Deathstalker while the white haired girl propelled her forward using some type of symbol. The group continued running until the Nevermore rammed itself into the bridge, thus splitting them up. The Courier, Ren and Pyrrha were on one side holding off the Deathstalker, however their bullets did nothing but irritate the creature. The Deathstalker smacked The Courier back while the rest continued firing.
"We got to get over there. They need help."
The lanky blonde anxiously said to Nora. The girl replied.
"Let's do this!"
"Yeah but erm, I can't make that jump."
The girl grinned viciously as she transformed her grenade launcher into a hammer before slamming it down in front of them making an improvised catapult. She then proceeded to jump on top of the hammer and fired once more, using the force of the explosion to fling her forward.
"AHHHH"
"Weeeeeee! Nora Smash!"
She yelled out as she slammed her hammer on to the top of the Deathstalker's head. Before the Deathstalker could retaliate, she fired her grenade-hammer-launcher and propelled herself backwards. The 5 of them quickly charged at the Deathstalker, with Pyrrha parrying an attack from the Deathstalker and Jaune blocking another one head on. The Courier crouched down and sneaked behind the Deathstalker, (how he managed to do that in 50 pounds of Power Armour is a mystery) planting 3 C-4 charges, 2 Frag mines and 3 plasma mines, while also quickly assembling his Anti Material Rifle. Ren jumped and distracted the Deathstalker by pelting it with his dual auto pistols. The Deathstalker Screeched at Ren and attempted to pierce him with its Stinger until the Courier fired an explosive round at the Deathstalker's stinger, making it drop on its own head staggering and injuring the beast at the same time. The Courier grinned under his helmet and threw a grenade with a cross painted on it.
"Hallelujah!"
The Deathstalker tried to run away only for Nora to fire a grenade at it, and The Courier firing another explosive shot at where he planted his explosives after they all ducked for cover, causing a huge explosion that killed the Deathstalker. The Courier then quickly disassembled his gun before putting it in his backpack once more. The five of them then turned around as they heard a screech, just in time to see the 4 girls working together to decapitate the Nevermore. The Courier couldn't resist and said.
"Now that we have dealt with our 2 problems, I suggest we move on ahead." Ba dum tsss*
The Courier finished and yelped in surprise just as the Nevermore head landed right next to him before vanishing. The group of 4 walked up to the group of 5 before they could even say anything, The Courier opened his mouth once more.
"Hey how is it going? We kinda finished ahead of you." Ba Dum Tssss*
"Ehhhh!"
Both the Courier and Yang pointed at each other, as Yang puts her arm around his shoulder.
"You and I are going to get along just fine!"
"Hey, don't you think you are coming in a little too…head strong?"
"Ehhhhhhh!"
They both said, once more, pointing at one another.
"Urghhh! You two are the worst! Hmmph, anyways since we have the relic we should head off towar-"
The girl in black and red stopped herself as if realizing something, and collapsed on her knees yelling to the heavens.
"Nooooooo, what have you two done to me?"
Both the Courier and Yang laughed at the young girl's miserable plight.
"Welcome to the dark side."
"One of us! One of us! One of us!"
The group couldn't help but laugh at the scene in front of them.
Line Break
"Headmaster Ozpin, what should we do about our new….guest."
A blonde haired woman wearing glasses with a riding crop in hand asked, a silver haired individual with slicked back hair, a pair of tiny glasses and green themed clothes sipping coffee from a mug.
"Nothing Glynda, just invite him for a talk about his unique…circumstances."
"But with all due respect, he could be a threat to the students for all we know."
Ozpin put down his mug and simply said.
"If he were a threat, these 8 students would not be standing now. He could have simply blown them up should he choose to, considering how large an explosion cause by one of those grenades is. He could have easily caught them off guard with that, and also with his huge gun. Just invite him for a talk with me Glynda."
"As you wish headmaster Ozpin."
The blonde woman said before leaving the office. Ozpin picked up his mug and took a sip once more.
"This will be very interesting."
Line Break
9 people sat by a campfire with 1 of them making food, while the other 8 were chatting. Until, the one called Yang spoke.
"Alright ladies and gentlemen, since we might all be working together let us introduce ourselves properly. I'll start first. My name is Yang Xiao Long, I love puns, my sister Ruby, my hair and adventure! I hate people who touch my hair, people who bully Ruby and jerks."
Yang finished, looking at her black haired partner, telling her it's her turn.
"I guess it's my turn then. My name is Blake Belladona, I like books, reading, and silence. I dislike racists and bigots." Blake finished.
The Courier stopped and stared at the one known as Blake, he could tell that she was hiding something. He could also tell how much hate and weight was contained in her last few words, however, he would keep this to himself. Yang now looked to her younger sister Ruby who now realized it's her turn.
"Oh uh, my name is Ruby Rose. I love cookies, strawberries, my sister Yang, Zwei my dog, and my baby Crescent Rose. I dislike meanies, criminals and bossy people." The next person is the white haired girl.
"My name is Weiss Schnee, heiress of the Schnee Dust Company. I like my older sister Winter, competent people and singing. I dislike childish individuals, incompetent people and stubborn people."
"It's Weiss to meet you."
"Ehhhhhh!"
Yang said snickering, while Weiss glared at her.
"I guess it's my turn eh? The name's Jaune Arc, short, sweet, rolls off the tongue, ladies love it."
As if in sync everyone asks.
"Do they?"
"They will. Well at least I hope they will, my mom always sa-, urgh never mind. Anyways I like, my family of 10 if you include me, the beautiful Snow Angel."
Jaune said as he winked at Weiss causing her to groan in annoyance.
"And cooking I guess. I dislike bullies, mockery and well generally being helpless."
He finished softly. The Courier looked at the boy with a look of understanding. He knew what the boy was going through. After all, he has been in the very same situation for quite a while.
Flashback
The man that will be soon known as Courier Six kneeled in front of 6 guys. 5 of them were wearing some sort of jacket with some armour along with a bandana, the last one was wearing a checkered suit and white pants. One of the guys in the jacket spoke.
"You got what you were after now pay up."
"You're crying in the rain paly" came the reply of the man in the checkered suit
The man struggled with his bonds as he tried to free himself. Until another one of the man in the jacket spoke.
"Huh, guess who's waking up over here?"
The man stopped struggling and looked up to see his captors. The man in the suit threw his cigarette on the ground before stomping it out.
"Time to cash out."
"Would you just get it over with?" The African American man in the jacket complained. The man in the suit puts up a finger silencing him.
"Maybe Khans kill people without looking em in the face."
He pauses and puts down his finger.
"But I ain't a fink, dig?"
The man in the suit reaches inside his pocket and pulls out a casino chip that the Courier was delivering. He showed it to him before he started speaking once more.
"You made your last delivery kid."
He finishes and puts the chip back in his breast pocket and
"Sorry you got twisted up in this scene."
He pulls out his 9mm handgun out instead.
"From where you're kneeling, it must seem like a 18 karat run of bad luck."
He slowly aims his gun at the Courier's face.
"Truth was, game was rigged from the start."
He finished as he pulled the trigger sending the Courier in a state of unconsciousness.
Flashback End
The Courier closed his eyes and sighed at the memory. He waited for the next person to introduce himself or herself.
"Alright I guess is my turn than! My name is Nora Valkyrie! I like Ren, but, we are not together together y'know? We are like super best friends with one another! I mean it's not like his not handsome or anything, but, that will just be weird right? Anyways, I also like pancakes, breaking legs and blowing stuff up! I dislike meanies, people who pick on my friends and people who take things for granted."
The Courier noted how the cheerful bubbly girl may not be what she seems. The next person was the black haired boy known as Ren.
"My name is Lie Ren, I like my friend Nora, sleeping, reading and meditation. I dislike anything to exciting or risky."
'Well that was short and sweet' thought The Courier. It was now the red head's turn. The Courier's first impression of her was a legion legate due to the armour she wears, a really hot legate though. However, she seems….nice unlike the other legate he has had the "pleasure" to go up against.
"Is it my turn? Oh okay, my name is Pyrrha Nikos, I like exercising, reading and meeting new people. I dislike bullies, people who judge someone base on other people's experience instead of their own and arrogant people."
'A woman that lets her actions speak instead of her words, interesting.'
"Alright now it's time for you to introduce yourself, stranger. C'mon get started metal man."
Yang said addressing the huge hulking metal elephant in the room. The Courier simply smiled under his helmets before turning to the group.
"Well, my name is Ross Marston, you can call me Courier Six though. I like my friends, sleeping and jokes. I dislike people who are short-sighted, tyrants and arrogant people. I was also the leader of a place called New Vegas." (Now that he introduced himself as Ross, I am just going to call him that from now on.)
Weiss quirked an eyebrow and asked.
"Aren't you a little too young to be a leader?"
"What are you talking about? I'm like 32."
"Really?! Wow, you're old."
Ruby commented causing the Courier to gain a tic mark.
"I am not old! I'm still young and in the prime of my life!"
"Really? Prove it then."
Now in any other situation The Courier would have probably figured out that it was a plot. A plot to see what was under his helmets sure, but still a plot. Unfortunately, The Courier is sensitive about his age, so rationality flew out of the window, leading to the Courier stepping out of his Power Armour and taking off his helmet to reveal a mop of silver hair and a young face. (Imagine a younger version of Ozpin without the glasses with messier hair and the 2 bullet scars)
"Whaaaaaaat? You're lying there is no way you are 32 years old! You look 18 to me!"
Ross smirked in pride and replied.
"I didn't know I looked that young. "
"I find it highly unlikely that you would look so young at the age of 32."
Weiss said, staring at the Courier.
"I appreciate the compliment ma'am, but I am really not that young."
Ruby quickly presented him a mirror; Ross was confused and took a quick look only to drop the mirror in shock. He was young again.
"I uh wh-, how? If this is a dream please let it come true."
Ruby scrunched up her nose at his response while the others all had varying responses. Weiss and Yang continued staring at his face for a while, totally not because he looked attractive or anything. Blake and Ren didn't really care about it. Meanwhile Nora was looking fascinated at the possibility of de-aging. Pyrrha and Jaune were both shocked that he was a leader of a group of people at such a young age. The only thought that crossed Ross's mind was.
'Just what the heck happened when the transportalponder reacted with the plasma shot?'
"You're such a liar Ross."
"B-but I'm telling the truth."
"What's next? You are going to tell me that you may be from another world?"
"….."
"Seriously?"
Ruby pouted at the young man thinking he was lying, while the rest of the group barring Nora were thinking the same thing.
"So you might be an alien! An immortal alien! I knew it! What are your secrets?! Start talking! Starting with that device on your wrist!"
Ross was taken aback by the girl's exuberant nature for a bit, before putting both hands up placating her.
"Alright, alright, I'll tell you what this is."
With that, everyone was curious about The Courier once more.
"This device is able to keep track of my health, what items I currently have on me, my hunger, thirst, sleep and how much weight I am able to carry before I can't even run with it. It also has a system which allows me to target an individual's body parts with my weapon, while showing a percentage chance of whether or not my bullet will hit. It's called V.A.T.S if I am not wrong the full form is called. Vault-Tec Assisted Targeting System, it also kind of slows time down to a crawl, for me to be able to target everyone without getting shot at. Then, when it is activated well, it's something to behold."
Everyone went wide-eyed at the capabilities of the device, if only such a device could also digitize items so that they can carry large amounts of stuff anywhere. ("Subtle" jibe at the fallout games)
"Wow! That's amazing! Show us how your V.A.T.S works then!"
Ross grinned before grabbing 6 sticks and tossing them into the air. A quick button press on his Pip-Boy and time slowed to a crawl. The Courier targeted all 6 sticks with his Light Shinning in the Darkness, and let V.A.T.S do the work.
*Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang*
The 6 sticks became 12 as they were all shot in half, landing on the ground in front of the group of teenagers. The teens all looked in awe at the display. Ross simply smirked and blew the smoke out of his gun before tipping his imaginary hat.
"Oh well if we are all done; let us all just go to sleep. After all, we are still in initiation you know?"
Weiss said, sparing one last look at Ross before quickly turning away to not get caught. The others all agreed with the white haired heiress before turning in for the night. The Courier simply lay down and started contemplating what to do now. I mean don't get him wrong, this could be a brand new start for him. However, he has no idea where this…place he landed on is. Some country untouched by nuclear war, or maybe a different planet all together? However, one fact is for certain though, it sure is leagues better than the hell-hole called the Mojave so far. The creatures he faced are dangerous, sure. But, it was nothing new to Ross. Actually, now that the Mojave Wasteland was mentioned, The Courier decided to check his Pip-boy map to get a sense of where he is at.
ERROR 69 (sorry can't resist it)
NO SATELITES DETECTED.
PLEASE GO TO THE NEAREST STORE TO GET YOUR PIP-BOY CHECKED, OR MOVE TO ANOTHER LOCATION.
The Courier's eyes widened once more, before sighing and closed his eyes, his last thoughts being.
'Well, I'm not on earth anymore.'
End
Alright this should wrap it up, now tell me what you guys think about the story. Anyways here is my character's S.P.E.C.I.A.L stats just to give a rough gauge of his physicality, for skills, well that is going to be a surprise. (Not really, I'm just really lazy to actually write it out. If you must know all my skills are at 100 except for Explosives and Energy Weapons. Shocking right? Well then again my Courier is at lvl 50)
Base Stats
Strength: 9
Perception: 10
Endurance: 10
Charisma: 5
Intelligence: 10
Agility: 8
Luck: 6
With clothing
Strength: 9
Perception: 12
Endurance: 10
Charisma: 6
Intelligence: 10
Agility: 8
Luck: 6
Got all implants, 8 points in intense training and Divide survivor. Now there might be some questions regarding his carry weight. Well I modified it a little bit when I was playing New Vegas, I wanted to make my experience more realistic. So I installed a backpack mod for immersion and Project Nevada for balancing. My carry weight in game is at 180 with no perks affecting it. Immersion and stuff you know? I am not really treating my character here as a video game character, so yeah! Anyways hope you enjoy this and peace!