Okay, I'm gonna be totally honest. I don't expect this fic to be anywhere near as popular as Hunters of the Light. Why? I never really played any of the DLC's for Fallout 3 and New Vegas, I beat the main stories, but never did the DLC's. I just recently purchased Operation Anchorage and The Pitt at my local Packard's. I've seen bits and peices of of them, and they look like they've got some pretty good stuff in them. So, I'm gonna be saying a whole lot of FUCK YOU to a lot of the DLC canons. Not that they're important to the fic's story or anything (it's fanfiction), I'm basically just giving our hero who is both Courier Six and The Lone Wanderer some extra gear, perks, and mutations/upgrades. A few may be random and utterly made up, and some that may be real may be altered by varying degrees. Like a scopeless Blackhawk pistol. I loved the gun, but, I hate the scope. Like how Jaune, who is our hero, got Crocea Mors. This weapon will see a lot more importance than Jaune's lightsabers will. I mainly included it so Jaune would appear normal to Remnant's populace and not freak out over his lightsabers that would be a dead giveaway that he's not from around that very planet. That, and I couldn't bare to scrap it. I like swords. Deal with it.
Time for some backstory (More in depth moments will appear here and there. This is just here to tell us a few of the things I made up for Jaune.):
Anywho... Jaune's our hero. He was the Lone Wanderer, and then he became Courier Six a few years later after getting a bit older. Along the way to saving the Capital Wasteland, Jaune saved a ghoul named Wade Wilson who taught Jaune a bit of gun-fu and sword fighting. Upon 'graduation' Jaune recieved Crocea Mors. A sword with a few otherworldly powers that was very picky about who it allowed use of itself. The sword took a liking to Jaune, who even after all the shit he went through, had a powerful 'soul' and remained true to his beliefs. A very chill version of Christianity. High Good Karma helps out too. Turns out, Wade was the sword's 'chosen gaurdian' and it was his job to find somebody who could use it. Then, he would be allowed to die and be at peace. The one thing he wanted more than anything else really. Aside from an all you could eat buffet or a field of kittens. But hey, there's probably something like that in Heaven, right?
Anyways, Jaune got a sweet new sword that never required any maintenance, much to Jaune's relief (he hated scavenging for chinese officer swords for parts to do repairs almost as much as he hated paying somebody else to fix his stuff),it could cut through almost anything when it glows gold, gave his SPECIAL a multiplier of ten when equipped, regardless of any preconcieved limitations. And it could completely negate or ramp up radiation. Depending on what Jaune wanted. Overall, this sword was pretty sweet. It also happened to have two ranged attacks. (Inspired by the Inuyasha series.) The Windscar, and the Backlash Wave. Jaune's only problems was that he rarely got to use those two moves, the Windscar was a once per day only thing while the Backlash Wave could only be used to counter an attack. Somehow, it felt like there's some sort of empathy link between him and the weapon. He knew its history and limits as soon as he touched it. Anyways, we're getting off track.
Jaune's other problems with his sword was that it could only boost one of his SPECIAL's for a limited time of five minutes with a two and a half minute recharge if only one special was boosted and a full five minute recharge. At least he could choose what to boost and if he only boosted one, it would be twenty times higher than the normal ten multiplier. So if he decided to boost his agility only, it would be twenty times greater than normal. However, if he boosts agility and strength, they would each only be ten times stronger. His final problem when he went 'laser blade mode' as he called it, drained his stamina. The longer he holds onto that mode, the more tired he becomes afterwards. The affect will only kick in after he's let go. If Jaune wasn't careful, he could put himself to sleep for weeks with no one to take care of him. Needless to say, this was a last resort type of thing for him. Or if he wanted to show off.
At first, Jaune was a little put off by the weapon. But then he remembered dealing with aliens, a demonic book with demons, and a talking tree. So he figured a magic sword of awesome forged in Heaven that was typically meant for Arch Angels but this one in particular was meant for people to use wasn't too bad. Especially if it was meant for Jaune himself in particular in order to complete his purpose. Which he had no fucking idea what it was that he's meant for!
On his way towards Nevada to become a Courier, Jaune had found a small place that decided to capture him in his sleep and use him for genetic experimentation. Jaune had a feeling he knew where that was going. His time finding the GECK taught him what happens. Somehow, instead of turning into some big, green, and dumb monster, Jaune became some kind of super soldier. Strong enough to wrestle a legendary glowing alpha deathclaw murderboss into submission, tough enough to take a riot shotgun to the chest at point blank and reheal himself in minutes, perceptive enough to hear somebody's heartbeat just a few feet away and have some low-level nightvision, and fast enough to catch a .50 cal bullet that was coming at him from behind, the 'scientists' were thrilled. Their first success! Their celebrations did not last long as Jaune had decided that enough was enough and escaped with only his undergarments and Crocea Mors. Followed by the dying screams of all those heartless scientists.
Eventually Jaune made it to the Mojave desert and became the infamous Courier Six. There, he ended up getting shot in the head and left for dead. When he recovered, Jaune found that the asshole who shot him stole Jaune's sword! He stole Jaune's damn sword! That thing was his most valuable possesion and he needed to get it back. Bad. One of the downsides of Crocea Mors was that when it was away from him for too long, Jaune's sanity would slowly slip away. (Leading to the Wild Wasteland perk.) Eventually, Jaune got his weapon back with a few more toys. He even managed to reclaim all his gear from the Capital Wastes. Despite what one would think, even with all the advantages that Crocea Mors provided, Jaune rarely used it. He liked a challenge. Crocea Mors, was saved for fights that Jaune knew he would not survive without it.
After leaving New Vegas and Hoover Dam in the hands of the NCR and the Brotherhood of Steel, who he forced to play nice with each other, Jaune set off on another adventure. Jaune was about thirty two by now. Still had no damn clue what it was God wanted from him. Still, Jaune was comitted to doing whatever it was. Not like he had anything better to do. Eventually, Jaune came across a Vault-Tec building during a storm. He went inside and found what appeared to be a portal.
Being the somewhat drunk genius Jaune was at the time, Jaune decided to screw around with it. Some things happened that he can't remember and boom! Now he's in Remnant. What could possibly go wrong?