For those who don't know, this is a re-write of my fic Sand, Blood, and Fire. With the help of commanderpill I re-did the fanfic. He helped me with understanding both the characters of RWBY and the companions of Fallout New Vegas.

Beacon Tower

Cinder had done it. She had won this battle. As she notched the final arrow to finally finish off young huntress, the red-hooded girl ran up the side of the tower, reaching the top of the tower seconds before the arrow would pierce Pyrrha's heart. But the most interesting thing about the perfectionist were her last words.

"Do you believe in destiny?" She asked with a glare that could pierce through hardened metal.

Cinder smiled before delivering her answer. "Yes." She said, before firing the arrow strait through her heart. She walked up to the beautiful warrior, talking her time so that by the time Cinder reached her, she would be nothing but dust. But just before she was turned to ash, she managed croak out one more thing.

Tears began to well up in Pyrrha's eyes. She thought about what she could have done. She had been too rash, and in that condemned herself to death. But what worried her most would be Juane's mental stability. 'Oh god, why did I do this. Jaune, oh Jaune. What have I done?' Pyrrha thought with regret. Why didn't she just call Glynda? Why didn't she wait? Why did she do this? Why? Then it hit her like a ton of bricks. A sharp source of pain in her chest. She looked down to find the one of Cinder's arrows deep within her abdomen.

It was then that Ruby Rose arrived at the top of the tower. She saw it. This would be the second friend she would lose today. Unimaginable amounts of sadness started to well up within the young huntress. She saw Cinder caressing Pyrrha's tiara. Then she disintegrated into thin air.

"PYRRHA!" Ruby cried, waves of white light pouring out of her eyes.

"What?!" Cinder shouted in shock. If she wanted to survive this she would need to act fast. She swiftly summoned a shield of energy to block the blast of white light. Suddenly, a large electrical storm started to form, enveloping around Cinder. A large, black hole started to form, its forceful pull dragging Cinder towards it. She tried to dig her heels into the ground trying to resist the pull of the hole. Then, as if she was being sucked up by a straw, she was launched into the hole as she lost control.

She could see nothing. Then, in the distance she could see a small bright light. As she was being propelled, the light grew larger and brighter. 'So, this is the literal form of the light at the end of the tunnel?' Cinder thought to herself.

Courier Six

It was a hot day in the Mojave wasteland. Courier six decided to leave the confines of his palace, the Lucky 38, and take a trek out in the Mojave. He put on his patrolman sunglasses and adjusted his duster. Well, it wasn't technically his duster, it was one of Ulysses' spare dusters. But he was a nice guy, and would return it, one of these days. The Courier looked at his pip-boy, admiring the menagerie of weapons he had acquired over the past few months. He had grown very fond of using explosives, and any weapon that harnessed them. But if the situation required it, the Courier could also wield melee weapons, his favorite being the protonic inverse axe he had acquired from Big Mountain.

As he walked out of the north gate, the Courier gave a heavy sigh. He had just remembered that he needed to patrol around the Mojave to see if there were any newly set deathclaw or cazador nests established recently.

A few hours had passed and the Courier had found no signs of any new nests of either cazadors or deathclaws, which was certainly a good thing. However, there was one place, that place that the courier had to go, Quarry Junction. Quarry Junction was the one place the courier had refused to clear out. He had managed to clear out the outskirts of the area, he would pick off some deathclaws from time to time, but he never mounted a full out assault on the nest of deathclaws. He would first go to Sloan, a small settlement he had a friendly reputation with. By now the settlement was long since abandoned due to the courier pushing the NCR out of New Vegas. He looked on the abandon shacks with sorrow and sadness.

He moved on to the old bar, moving his fingers along the dust covered bar top. He looked up at his dust covered glove and have a light sigh. It had been so long since he had seen them, laughed with them, joked with them, cried with them. He had considered them family and Sloan a home away from home. The courier reflected on all he had done both in the Mojave and outside of it. He had helped the Dead Horses and Sorrows fight back against the white legs in Zion. He had discovered the story of the Sierra Madre and had gotten away with all the gold he could carry. He had been lobotomized in the Big Mountain and had regained his brain from Dr. Mobius. He had traversed the divide and witnessed the result of his actions. He had managed to talk Ulysses out of killing him, and managed to help him in the final battle at Ulysses' temple against the marked men.

And that was just outside of the Mojave, inside it, the courier had saved Goodsprings from powder gangers, kill the legion in Nipton, helped Jason Bright and his followers to their 'Great Journey', he had wiped out cottonwood cove, assisted the local Brotherhood of Steel chapter, slaughtered Caesar and the rest of the legion in the fort single handedly, and to top it all off, he had taken Hoover Dam with an army of robots. Because of all the things he had achieved he was able to sustain an independent New Vegas, but was all the bloodshed really worth it? Was it truly the price he was willing to pay for it all? Well he was unable to change the past, and he certainly didn't want to start getting another case of the old-world blues, so he decided to leave the abandon bar. As he moved on to the barracks of the small outpost, he thought about how Lone was doing. About five weeks after the battle of Hoover Dam, Six decided it would be best to set up a communication line with the east coast after the word of The Lone Wanderer's exploits reached New Vegas.

Six thought it would be beneficial to start the repair of the communication line across the continent. He sent four Securitron squads of eight to being to repair it. Five months later he had established contact with Lone. They would talk for hours, talking about each of their exploits, places they explored, and people they met. Hell, they even shared a few jokes from time to time. The jokes were mainly that of gallows' humor due to the depressing state of each of their regions. It was one of the few things that Six looked forward to in life nowadays.

But Six had a job to do, so he moved on and began scoping out the Quarry Junction deathclaw nest. As he began to scope out the junction, he noticed something that set off many alarms in his head. First of all, why was a woman with nothing but a silk dress on and a bow and arrow in hand, in the middle of a deathclaw nest. What was even more shocking was when the younglings charged at her, she shot fire from the palms of her hands. The younglings went running towards the matriarch of the nest.

If Six knew anything about pack creatures, it's that when the young ones come running home injured, momma gonna be PISSED. And as Six expected, the mother deathclaw charged the young woman. As he would expect, she was visibly shocked. What worried Six was that she was paralyzed in fear. She didn't even try to run. It was as if she was a statue. If he wanted to save her he only had one option. He equipped the flare gun he obtained in the Divide and slid down the slope, rushing the Deathclaw Matriarch. It swiveled its head at Six, giving the young woman more time to run. However she was still stuck with fear. Six aimed the flare gun at the Mother deathclaw, and fired. The giant mother gave out a gut-wrenching howl before running off to her nest. Six ran up to the woman and swooped her up bridal style and began to yell obscenities.

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" Six yelled running back to Sloan. Once he arrived back at the mining outpost, he rushed back into the abandoned bar and let the woman get back on her feet.

"Are you ok?" Six asked in-between breaths.

"Y-yea." The woman said, a bit shaken up.

"Well that's good. Why were you there?" Six questioned.

"I, I honestly don't know. One minute I was trying to take cover from a blast, and the next I'm here." Cinder explained.

"Hm. Are you familiar with this region?" Six asked.

"It's called Vacuo, right?" Cinder asked.

"I'm afraid not. This place is called the Mojave Wasteland. I'm assuming this Vacuo place is quite a ways away. What's it like?" Six asked as he took a seat at an old table.

"Well its mostly a desert." Cinder said bluntly.

"By the way, what's your name?" Six asked, a bit curious. He had never heard of Vacuo, and by the sounds of it this young lady was certainly raised to be more of a sophisticated person. The best part about her was her looks. Six was by no means an immoral sort of man, but truth be told, she was the most attractive woman he had ever seen. From her black locks to her amazing legs, she had it all, and by Six's intuition, she would be a very rare sort of person to come by.

"Cinder Fall, and yours?" Cinder asked.

"Courier Six, but you can just call me Six." He said.

"Six, huh? Interesting name." Cinder said. She thought about who this man was. Was he a rogue-like scoundrel, or a high-ranking official? She honestly couldn't tell, but what she could tell is that he was extremely calm considering the previous position the two of them were in. She would need to stay close to him. It looked as if he knew he way around the region and could keep a cool head in the midst of battle, both attributes being of the utmost importance during combat.

She also noticed that he was occasionally glancing at her in… suggestive ways. From her deductions, he appeared to be attracted or at the very least, interested in her. That was something she could use to her advantage.

"See anything you like?" Cinder said with a mischievous smile.

"Yea, can I get the whole package?" Six shot back with a lecherous smirk of his own.

Cinder Fall

Was Six flirting with her? If he was he wasn't doing half bad. Then he stopped talking all at once, as if he came to a full stop. The old bar was covered in an eerie silence, only some light footsteps could be heard from the outside. Six motioned at Cinder to hide behind the bar. As she took cover she could see him unsheathing a combat axe with what appeared to be an electrical blade and drawing a silver pistol from its holster. Three voices could be heard, two men and a female.

"Come on guys! I swear I heard a female's voice! I really want to get with her if we capture her alive!" The youngest of the two men said.

"If that happens, then I get the guy." The female said with excitement.

"Let's go get these bastards!" The oldest sound man shouted before kicking in the door. Six aimed and fired at the head of the first man. The remaining two took cover behind the wall on the outside. He then strolled out casually, cleanly cleaving the head of the woman.

"Come on man! I didn't mean what I said, I swear!" the young man pleaded.

"Do you swear?" Six interrogated the young powder ganger.

"Y-yea man, please just let me live!" He continued to plead.

"When begging for your life… you should remember to do two things. One, try to entertain the person holding the gun to your head. Number two, give them a convincing reason to let you live. So… LETS HEAR IT!" Six shouted.

"I… I… I'm going to kill you!" the young man shouted, pulling up and aiming his pistol at Six's head.

Cinder could hear Six shouting at one of the assaulters. She began to slowly emerge from her cover to investigate the scene of the short skirmish when she heard a shot from the outside. She ran out to find Six holding his pistol to the head of the third man's head, a large exit wound prevalent at the back of the man's head. She grimaced at the scene as she scanned around Six to find the other two… combatants. It was a gruesome sight, that was undeniable, but at the same time it was nice to know Six could handle himself in a fight.

"Cinder, I think it's time to go. There are most likely more where that came from, so we should move." Six said, holstering his pistol.

"Who were those people?" Cinder asked.

"Powder gangers. Mainly low lever criminals. There's an NCR detention facility a few miles away. It would do us well to avoid the area. While the people there are all rotting corpses, there are some more… terrifying beasts feeding on them. Instead we should go to a military outpost. We can get a good night's sleep and move on in the morning." Six said.

"That's sound good, security while we sleep." Cinder exclaimed.

"Exactly. Now let's get a move on. We don't want to be caught outside when the nightfall arrives." Six said, motioning for her to follow him.

"Don't you think what you did to those people was a bit overkill?" Cinder asked.

"In the wasteland, there is no such thing as overkill. Whatever it takes to survive is what is warranted." Six said as stopped to scout ahead with his binoculars.

And That's Fin!

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