It had been a month since the worm hole incident, the one that lead him to the forest which he had learned was called Forever Falls. At some point he had found his way out of the red forest, the sublime setting was traded for one of a more urban area, filled with humans. He was concerned about the ones with strange animal traits at first, but he shrugged it off as he had seen far weirder things in the wasteland, granted most of them were abandoned or dead, but still he found them.

It wasn't long until he set himself in the underground, finding it easier to get any jobs within the area as he was practically a ghost. He took the odd job, ether it be a thief, bodyguard or even that of an assassin. He normally would be in one of the shadier parts in the city of Vale, more often than not in a place owned by a man who went by Junior, which was just called The Club. More often than not, he would end up in fights, or rather, ending them.

He payed off Junior by doing a variety of things for him, including just helping about the place, to more illegal activities as a way to pay him off, at least until he managed to get off of his feet. Of course, doing what he was doing was going to prove and provide trouble. Having had made himself a name, one that was reliable and cheap whilst being compared to the others that was available, he often created enemies from others in the business he was in.


It was an average day in the club as the blaring lights danced above the floor, the deafening music covered the entirety of the building as a man in a bear head was in the DJ booth, playing with the records that he had access to, all whilst the various henchmen stood around in their red and black outfits in an attempted to look menacing and protective, all though the Courier had to wonder if they actually were just asleep whilst standing from they way they barely moved.

The harsh, multi-coloured light was dimmed from the dark black aviator sunglasses on his face. The light reflected off of his dark amber bourbon whiskey, the colours dancing over the small table in his enclosed booth as the black walls it with the colours of the activities outside, that was, until it stopped. He heard the rushing of people leaving the building. Leaving the small area, he was once sat in he walked up to the bar, where Junior was being talked to by a man, and judging by his hair colour, his kid.

"Where the hell is he, Hei?"

"He'll be here in a second, look he's right here."

Junior raised his hand in Six's direction with a noticeable shaking and clammier skin, but other than that, he remained stoic faced. The man, whose hair was lighter than his son's, looked at him with disbelief before turning back to Junior.

"Is this a joke Hei? He barely looks the age of my own bastard, and yet, you say that this is the guy that's giving me a run for the money? Yeah, I have to call bullshit on that! That fucking kid-"

He stopped talking as a sword was close to his throat, the rippling blue energy slightly scorching the mans neck singing slightly at the heat, his Aura doing as much as possible to stop it. Six spoke with heavy words, they were simple, and yet threatening as the Courier's eyes peered into the man called Marcus Blacks own eyes apathetically. The monotone voice that escaped Six's lips only enhancing the feeling of fear and uncertainty.

"Don't call me a kid or child, partner. No matter, who the hell you think you are, there's always some other random thing that'll probably tear you apart faster than a shitty Cazador's poison, which is definitively probable the worst thing that one of my hits felt, if the pain in his face was any sign. If you really think that you can kill me, have a go. You aren't the first and definitively won't be that last from what I can see. I walked with death my whole life as I travelled the wastes, I've seen things that would eat you up like a Deathclaw to a radroach, so don't. Fucking. Try. It. "

The blade dispelled as he walked away and over to the bar, fear was etched onto Marcus's face as he walked away with his son, he was unprepared for some one who could simply ignore his Aura and his Semblance. Another whiskey bourbon was poured by Junior as the ice began to float upwards to the top with glass. He took a small swig as he heard the door shut as they left, and the bouncers watched.


After that small event, which most of the underground heard about it, making his infamy grow even more. He was able to make Marcus Black, one of the most prominent assassins in the business unable to fight him due to fear, as he was calm. He had received a large amount of jobs, however, whenever he accepted one, he ensured that the ones that he killed were guilty of some form of crime against his codes of ethics, which was essentially treating others as less then themselves. It was annoying at first, having to deal with all of the requests, knowing that some would no doubt try something.

He was especially surprised when Marcus's son appeared before him, requesting that he helped deal with his father. The two headed to where he lived, with Jaune actually going to fight him. he threw a fire bomb at the house as it began to burn in a roaring fire, making Marcus run ousted of his adobe. A C4 by the door blew up, impacting Marcus and his Aura and making him fly forwards. The Courier ran in with his trusted bowie knife, Blood-Nap as he lunged forward, catching the man off guard.

A fist almost met with Six's helmeted face, only for the Courier to dodge to the left and slashing at the mans side damaging the Aura of the assassin, but not by a large amount. A fist impacted Six's side as it twisted under his ribs, causing the air out of Six's lungs and making him back away from him, only for the Courier to pull out Revelation, with the golden barrel aiming directly towards a fuel barrel that was explosive, as the incendiary round pierced through the metal casing and caused it to explode.

The trigger was pulled back again as it ripped through the air as it twisted, before shattering the man's Aura, and breaking through his side before leaving his body after causing a large amount of damage. Everything seemed to slow as the Courier activated a subdermal implant, seemingly slowing everything around him, whilst simultaneously increasing his own actions. Rummaging through his Pip-boy, he found what he was looking for.

He slammed the head of the weapon into the mans back as he landed with a solid thud near a path away from his burning home, the pneumatic, flat disk on the side crushed his spine easily, as well as shattering a few ribs under the force of the blow. Six was going to make sure that he was dead, until he felt a kick to his side, the force cracking one of his ribs.

He turned mid-air as VATS activated, his tesla coil brain began to work mathematics at a fast pace as it began to calculate the best hit chance percentage. He pulled the trigger as two shots flew from Redemption, both hitting the man in the kneecaps, shattering the limbs joints. He rolled into a stream not to far from where he landed as the cracked rib began to repair in a quick fashion. He walked away crouched as he courteously made his way out of the location. Either way, he hadn't gotten paid yet and that, more than anything, pissed him off.

"I need a pay up front sort of deal, cause this the is the third time this happened and, I don't wan make this a sort of royal flush kinda deal. "


He asked for another refill of some trusty bourbon, the only drink other than absinthe and a specially made moonshine that he really enjoyed. A slight buzz hit him before disappearing yet again, the cybernetic heart in his chest filtered most of the alcohol in the drink, and since he can't return back to the Mojave, his real heart was out of the question. Six couldn't help but look over the dance floor as the bright lights and people danced, his last job happened about a two days ago, with next to no pay off due to the contractor betraying him.

It was only then that he noticed two people approaching him, one was Junior and the other was the infamous Roman Torchwick with his, frankly, dapper coat and bowler hat atop his head. They walked over to Six as Roman began to talk.

"So, you're the so called 'Message Man'. I would say you don't look the type, but I know that appearances can be deceiving. Anyway, let's get to business, I need you to help men and a few of the grunts to help me rob a store, nothing too dangerous or such, I just need some Dust."

Looking at the ginger with apathetic eyes he began to look over the man as he worked out the pros and cons of doing the job, knowing the most ideal conditions would also be helpful but, he knew that plans often never survive actual contact once put into the game. He reached for a necklace around his neck as he felt the rosy-red jewel at the centre of a golden square around his neck. He looked at the man before speaking.

"three hundred and fifty lien, a bottle of bourbon and twenty bottle caps. That's the price, nothing more and nothing less, partner."

Roman had heard the prices which the Message Man gave were odd and cheap, but not to the level that of five grunts. The average assassin, even doing bodyguard work, was at least one thousand lien.

"You, my friend, have a deal!"


Stepping out of the shadows as metallic plates rattled and leather rustled with movement, the Courier walked with the group of thugs and Roman as he smoked a cigar. The others were acting cautiously as he slinked about in his hazmat suit, the heavy leather and metal clamps ultimately making it far harder to move than he was used too, although the green, night vision lenses of the eyes added an additional fearful effect to the others.

He watched as Roman talked with the shop keeper they were robbing, Li'l Devil was in his hands as the grey grip at the base of the gun was held tightly. The Pip-boy he had normally worn on his wrist was gone as to make sure that the robbery could not be connected to him. Glass shattered as a body went h though the outside of the store with what appeared to be ruby red petals, seemingly of roses before a person rose from within, atop of one of the hired thugs.

Jaune began shooting at the girl as soon as possible, the other thugs only began to run in after the first shot and were easily defeated. Roman spoke with a sigh as he looked at the downed thugs before raising his cane, with the tip changing into what appeared to be a scope.

"Worth every lien spent on you…"

He fired a red flare as the rose woman began to rush at him, the flaming source missing her as she came in for a swing towards the mans chest, only for a pair of 12.7mm rounds to reach the hands holding the gargantuan scythe, causing her to fumble slightly under the feeling of the bullets. She grabbed the weapon before tuning it into a gun, and firing a shot, only for the dust round to ricochet off of the dull satunite locks on the suit, barely causing any damage to him, but more to the area as it broke through a window.

Melodic Cudgel struck her back, before the handle went around her throat and forced her even farther back, before another lot of bullets and a flair hit her, damaging her Aura more, and most importantly distracting her, allowing both Roman and Six to escape to the roof of a nearby building up a ladder. They reached the edge pf the building as the heavy breathing of Six's gas filter filled the air, the mask and suit was already hard to breath in and to move, running was far to strenuous for him.

"What the hell is with you kids? I mean little Red over there swings a scythe about as if it was stick! And you! The hell did were you able to hit her hands! Even I had difficulty seeing them."

Courier looked at the man with the deadest stare possible, accented by the heavy gas mask he wore on his face.

"Surviving in a nuclear hellhole does that to a person, and multiple implants helps. She'll be here soon, and I feel that I didn't roll a six on this one."

The words he said caused the one that hired his services caused his employer to grumble before the red girl made her way onto the roof, firing her transformed red scythe, launching three rounds at them in a quick succession. The rounds were interrupted by the rounds of Li'l Devil as the mechanical eye of Six whirled to life, calculations and accuracy increasing as it did so, but simultaneously increasing the adrenaline though his body at the same time.

It changed into a scythe as the edge almost struck Six in the chest, only for it to move as a canes edge met the weapons shaft, before twirling and hitting her in the stomach, Aura taking the blow for her. Roman ran and jumped off the edge of the building as the whirling of rotors began to echo in the urban area, before a large wave of air hit both the Courier and the girl, making Six go back slightly, with only the girl in read noticing the blond-haired woman beside her at the moment.

A ball of fire formed in the hand of another person on the aircraft, before launching at the roof only to be intercepted by an assortment of different object and rubble, before hitting the side of the vehicle making them stumble, before it flew off, Six placed his gun on his hip and his hands in the air as a way to surrender as the blond woman pointed the horse whip in her hand at him. The chances of him being able to fight two clearly able fighters, one with the ability of telekinesis and the other with a large scythe were low, he doubted that he would be able to start his Pip-Boy before having himself beaten, especially due to his suit.

He sighed as the red girl began to fangirl over the woman as he sat down, ready to be moved into an interrogation room.


The cold room had one-way glass on the left that reflected the inside of the room, the familiar and comfortable weight of the Pip-Boy on his wrist and the soft inside of the fingerless glove that came with it was nice again as he was dressed in a pair of dirty white jeans, various rips in the trouser legs were noticeable, showing a small bit of skin underneath them, his upper body was covered in a open, clean hoody with a large zipper across the newly bought item of clothing, but also showing the ripped tank top underneath, showing a large amount of muscles on his body and the piece of jewellery on his chest. A copy of Ulysses' mask was on the table as he was eating a can of pork and beans with a fork.

The old metal door behind him opened as a man began to walk into the room, he had short silver hair with round, circular glasses with black lenses. A mug of steaming coffee was placed on the table gently as Six continued to eat from his can, uncaring for the other man. A bottle of simple wasteland tequila was placed on the table as he uncorked the reused whiskey bottle and sipped gently. The other man just stared at him before his weary voice filled the room, almost reverberating off of the walls of the room.

"Truthfully, you should be arrested right now, especially after tonight. Not only did you fight a fifteen-year-old girl after robbing a store, helping the infamous Roman Torchwick and his other unknown accomplice make way with possibly a thousand lien worth of Dust in his escape. Tell me, why do you think that you're in this room, rather than a jail cell?"

Six sat still as he continued to eat his pork and beans, the fork hitting the side of the rusted tin can with a slightly satisfying sound, before taking a sip of the tequila before looking directly into the eyes of the man. Those eyes held sadness that he had seen only in the wasteland, although he had seen similar looks on the beggars in the gutters. It was the look of a man who had one single strand of hope left in him, one that was a single step from plunging into the never-ending abyss below the cliff.

"Why then? You want to either know something, or at least have a job for me. So then, what exactly do you want? From what I see, I have two options, the first is to do what you say, the other is to go into the slammer. "

A small smile graced the man's aging face as he took a sip of the steaming mug of coffee, before placing it down with a slight slam that only reverberated through the table, slightly moving the bottle of tequila. He leaned forward on the cane he had on hand as the metal foot of the chair slightly scraped across the floor.

"Tell me have you ever heard of the name 'Jaune Arc'? he was a young by that went missing around twelve years ago from his family estate. So then, imagine my surprise when a person heavily resembling the current Arc patriarch appears before me."

Six couldn't help but feel a slight attachment to the name, albeit very faint, similar to the faded memories from who he was before. He gestured for him to continue as he drank again, this time more heavily as the burning in the back of his throat increased as the liquid went down.

"As it turns out, you truly are the missing son of the Arcs, if the tests we made you do were true, and because of that, I, Ozpin the headmaster of Beacon Academy, would like to formerly invite you to attend my school."

Six stood up as he reached out his hand in the form to shake, which the headmaster took, as the Courier, previously known as Jaune Arc, accepted the deal he was given. It would probably be better and more reliable than his other methods of getting what he needed.

"Ozpin, headmaster, If anyone, and I do mean anyone tries to do some shit to me, I will not hesitate to put a bullet in that radscorpion fucking whore's skull, you got that pal?"


Elsewhere...


The bullhead landed outside of an old abandoned warehouse as three people entered the building. The nervousness of Roman was apparent as he remembered who he was having to deal with, and what they or, more specifically, she, could do. They separated on the way back as he left the vertical not too long after his escape. He saw the two lackeys enter first.

Mercury black walked in first, a smug smile on his face as his robotic legs moved beneath him, as a green haired girl soon followed in, the two-green revolver-like guns on the top of her hips moving with her every step as her lips formed a angry snarl at the man next to her.

"Come on Emerald, we both know that if he went against the both of us he would get his ass kicked faster than that little girl forced him to run away!"

Emerald sighed as she answered.

"Of course, we probably could, but Cinder still has a need for his… services so, unless he attacks us, we shouldn't attack him."

The cluttering of heels came from behind as a woman in a red dress walked up to Roman, his panic increasing dramatically as she sauntered her way to him sultry-like, her black hair moving gently as her slightly amber eyes glow with a fire beneath them that raged furiously. She walked up to him with a smile on her face, one that was surprisingly genuine, as the flame in her right hand disappeared.

"Roman, for once, despite the failure of that robbery, you had brought me something even greater, and you did not even know it. Have a pleasant evening, I will contact you when I need you services again."

Cinder left the room as a smile grew even farther on her face than before, which was unnoticed by the stoic faced guards by her side, the illuminating red light of the old and battered Pip-boy spread though the room, before the light ceased once they left, leaving only a confused Roman.