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Remnant's Courier
Chapter II
Aftermath
Six stared at the pedestal, as he proclaimed aloud, "Are these chess pieces the relics? They have to be."
He didn't even know what they represented, apart from the fact that they were obviously chess pieces. He glanced at all of them, then exclaimed, "Fuck it! Let's take all of them!"
He apparently didn't hear the collective facepalm, that rumbled Beacon to its core.
He put them all into his Pip-Boy, and continued on his way, before coming across a pack of massive wolves.
He took out his pistol, for one day having enough of sword-play for one day. He quickly shot one in the leg, jumping out of the way of one of the pack. He quickly shot them in the chest, after rolling to the side, gaining enough space, to quickly shoot them in the side of their chests.
They fell down dead, and he continued on, finally finding where Beacon was. It seemed to be on top of a mountain, well out of the way from the monsters of the forest. But there was one problem.
The Courier didn't know how to climb.
So, as expected, he shouted, "How the hell, do you expect me to get up here?!"
He looked over the mountain, quickly noticing that there were ledges, that eventually led up to stairs.
Six then decided to do something he hadn't tried in very long time - to climb a mountain, using a rocket launcher.
"YEAH! THAT'S HOW YOU CLIMB MOUNTAINS, BITCHES!" He yelled, his adrenaline, caused by the euphoria, of flying, and using a rocket launcher for the first time in months.
He managed to get up to the stairs, in a single rocket. He continued to do it, because fuck the stairs.
He somehow managed to crash through a window, into the classroom, of the first years, where the Emerald Forest was currently shown on a massive wall.
"Hey. What are ya watching?" He asked, as he ignored all of the shrieking from the first years, that had amassed since he had pulverized a wall with his own body. To be honest, he was rather good at smashing through walls... Since it was needed from a man, who planned to conquer Mojave, and lead it to glory.
He hadn't exactly planned ahead of the final showdown between him, the NCR, the Legion, and Mr. House.
Suddenly, he was levitated in the air, by... Pink magic. It was the only way to describe what the heck was surrounding, and levitating him. But, he did, like flying.
"...What the actual...?" He asked, before finally noticing the irate woman in front of him, brandishing her crop. "Hey, who the heck is levitating me?"
Her irritation, finally reached a boiling point, before she screamed at the man in front of her, "Look at what you've done! You should feel ashamed!"
"Er... Sorry? Can I say it was my rocket launcher, if I get sued?" He blurted out. It made her even more aggravated.
She waved her crop, in frustration, and somehow her telekinesis, threw the Courier towards a wall, not cracking it, but gained enough force to bruise. He quickly shrugged it off, though.
"Ow." He commented. "Getting thrown into walls with a crop, is still cool." The woman merely walked out of the room, with Six following her, with her telekinesis. "Hey, are we going to meet Dumbledore?"
She responded by waving her crop, throwing him towards the ground, head first. "Did I mention, how cool you look? I'm not lying, honest."
She clicked her tongue, and clutched her crop, making the pink light surrounding the Courier, to rapidly shrink in size. "Do you want me to shut up? Because you look like you want to kill me."
The conversation continued like that, until they arrived in front of Ozpin, who looked at the two, and sighed.
"Hey, can you tell her to let me down?" Six demanded.
"Glynda, let him down..."
The disciplinarian smiled sweetly, and answered, "Yes, Ozpin."
She stopped her Semblance, letting him to fall on the floor - right on his head.
"Ow! I got shot in the head once, ya know!?" He exclaimed, as he rubbed his head, on his position on the ground.
"Did you? I know how you survived then." Glynda said, smiling sweetly.
"You hurt me dearly." The Courier deadpanned, only to get hit in the head, with her crop. "Ow!"
"Six, Glynda, calm down." Ozpin said, his voice taking a rare serious note.
He nodded, and started leaning against the wall, ignoring the chair offered to him. Because Courier Six never sits down!
"Before I start giving you to a team, Six, you need a name." The headmaster stated, bluntly.
"Why? The only name I remember is Courier Six." He deadpanned, just as blunt as the question asked.
"Hasn't somebody called you something, before?" Ozpin asked.
The Courier narrowed his eyes in thought. An old man, when he had saved him once, had called him, Imra. Before the man had died, he had told Six to take the name that he had given him.
Normally, he would have ignored it. But, the old man had somehow made his way into his heart.
"The old man calls me Imra." He offered.
"Only Imra?"
"Yes." Imra confirmed.
Ozpin merely nodded. "Well, since you have finished the initiation, I have to give you to a team... But since you took all of the relics, I now have a problem."
"What, you recorded me? That's not cool." Six interrupted. "But, if you recorded my trek in that forest, you should be able to do a playback, right? Just saying."
Imra then pressed a few buttons on his Pip-Boy, and suddenly the five relics, that he had taken suddenly filled the room, dropping unceremoniously onto the ground, with a loud clang.
"Here's your relics. They weren't worth much, anyway."
"Thank you, Imra."
Six merely grunted, and walked away.
He somehow managed to lose himself, inside this school - despite the fact that he had memorised the school map. Now, he guessed that he actually didn't memorise the map then.
He found the courtyard, and quickly decided that this world was, to be honest, beautiful. Was this what the Old World looked like? The various texts, and pictures suggested similar, but with major differences. One, there were these black monsters, that didn't exist in the Old World (but he found they were scarily similar to many creatures found in the Wasteland), and that teenagers were trained to be heroes. (Or soldiers, if you looked into it).
It was an idealistic world. But, Imra still had unfinished business in the Wasteland. But, of course, he was a rather patient man. Well, it was necessary to fight the political monsters, of NCR, the Brotherhood of Steel, and Mr. House.
It felt weird to call himself Imra, but he would get used to it. As usual.
He managed to find the cafeteria, and he immediately hated it. The Courier was used to small crowds, and even then, they were normally raiders.
He'd survive. He had gone to High School.
Imra immediately saw the Red Riding Hood imitator, and her team (he had learned just as he walked out, that she was a team leader), and decided to sit next to them, since they were the only people he knew around here.
He took an apple, and pizza, with a Nuka-Cola-like drink, and immediately sat down stating blandly, "Hey."
"Hello," muttered Blake, before she realized who actually said 'Hey', and shot him a look. "Oh. You're here."
He immediately winced. "Ow. That hurts me nearly as much as Goodwitch."
Ruby just as she saw him, exclaimed, "Hey, Six!"
He smirked, and replied, "Hullo, Red. Where are Yang, and Ice Queen?"
"They're coming. But, how did you get those weapons?" She said, just as her eyes sparkled.
He blinked, before quickly recovering. The Wasteland had even more eccentric people. But since he suspected that killing people was rather prohibited, "I either won them, or got them from doing stuff."
"From doing what?" asked Blake, who quickly noticed what he had said.
He shrugged, "Doing favors for people. Helping people. Stuff like that."
Ruby however, noticed the rather big watch on his arm, and immediately asked, "What's that thing?"
"That 'thing', is a Pip-Boy 3000. It lets me store my guns, armor, clothing, and generalities." Imra answered, as he proudly showed his Pip-Boy to the two.
"So, basically it's a storage device." The bow-wearing girl deadpanned.
"Yup. But it has limited space, and I can't put in what my body can't handle - like a plane, or a car. It also can tell me what's my health looking like." He responded.
"...Sounds like something, that huntsmen could use." Blake stated.
"I can't take it off, and attempting to hack into it's interface will cause the thing to self-destruct." He replied, bluntly. He had saw a man try to take it off, and to put it lightly, it had his brain blown off. Even if he could, he wouldn't have let them have it.
Why? Because it was the reason, why he was feared through out the Mojave. Even the people who he saved, were scared of him, because of how brutal he killed the ones that threatened the people that he cared for.
Luckily, for the Mojave people, he didn't actually kill people for simply insulting him... But his other personality, unfortunately for the Courier, killed everything in it's path. Every. Single. Thing.
His rather sobering thoughts were interrupted by Yang and Weiss, to the which the latter, glared at him for a second, and the former's eyes glowed red. He blinked, before remembering what he had temporarily become, during the fight with the two massive scorpions.
He flinched, luckily for him, that despite the fact that he had lost his gas mask, nobody saw him.
Apart from the silver eyes, and the amber eyes, of the two girls next to him.
"When do classes start?" He asked, curiously. He wondered vaguely what they were about, since compared to the USA, this place was similar, yet different in many ways.
"In half an hour." offered Ruby.
"Also, you need the uniform." Yang mentioned, smirking at his expression.
"A uniform... Are you serious?" He deadpanned, distastefully.
"Yes. It's mandatory, apart from in Combat Class." replied Blake.
"Hn. I'll go get one... But, I refuse to get rid of my coat." Imra added, bluntly.
"Just go get one, before we're late because of you, Six." Weiss ordered, to which he mock saluted.
"Noted, ma'am! Also, my name is Imra." The Courier proclaimed, before walking off, ignoring their reactions.
When he entered where this Professor Port's class, was, he got a few stares, and Port exclaimed, "Mister Imra! Why are you not in uniform?"
The man merely opened his coat, showing that he was wearing his uniform underneath. "I seem to have it."
"Oh, you do! Good going! Now there is a free space next to Miss Rose." Port stated, before he let the Courier enter.
He quickly went over to his seat, effortlessly crushing a stray foot, that had attempted to trip him, ignoring the cry of pain, that followed.
Imra quickly found some books, and stacked them to the side, and held his head with his palm. "Hey, Ruby."
"Er... Hey... It was Imra, right?"
"Yeah, ya said it correctly. If ya really want to, you can still call me Six." He offered the young redhead.
"No! I'll call you Imra." Ruby exclaimed, and luckily for the two, they were quiet enough to not attract the attention of Port.
Ruby, Yang, Six, and even Blake, quickly fell into a routine: seeing if they could stop themselves from falling asleep, and the longest that someone survived, got all of their desserts at lunch.
Weiss was glaring at the four, and found herself annoyed that even Blake got roped into the activity.
He quit. That was cheating! Ruby knew definitely knew how her puppy look affected people, and had used it on him. Due to first time exposure, he had first raised an eyebrow, and had suddenly fell over unconscious, due to cute overload.
Luckily, he had only gone unconscious for ten seconds, before he waked up, and had exclaimed, "Oi!"
And that had gotten him, the attention of Professor Port. "Mister Imra, do you want to fight my mini army of Grimm?"
A strange gleam had entered his eyes, and the gunman yelled, "Yes!"
Suddenly, the man was pressing buttons on his Pip-Boy, and suddenly changed his attire, into a battle one.
Gone was the student uniform, and instead, he wore the casual trench coat, and underneath, was the strangest thing out of his entire attire - a suit from the Dust Revolution.
In the man's left hand was a shotgun, and was attached to the suit, and a katana in his right hand.
"Let's go!" shouted Six, excitedly.
Port suddenly smiled, not benevolently, as usual but rather... It was borderline psychopathic, and the very least sadistic.
The cage opened, and the door closed behind the Courier.
Imra dodged the overhead swing of the Ursa, and shouted, "Shotgun to the head syndrome!"
The Ursa barely had any time to react, before it's head was blown to pieces from the shotgun shells.
Kills: 1.
Six rolled to the back, avoiding by a hair-length, a roll from one of the pig things. He swung his katana, the blade landing on the exoskeleton, the beast recoiling due to the force of the blow.
"Imra, get it in the stomach!" shouted Ruby from above.
"Thanks, Red!" He exclaimed, before jumping back, from the group of Beowolves, and giving them his famous, shotgun to the stomach syndrome.
The other Ursa Major, he quickly blocked the swing with his pseudo shotgun-arm, and jumped, kicking the other Beowolves in the face, and punched the Ursa in the face, with the shotgun, and shot it, forcefully pushing the combined assault back.
He reflexively rolled backwards, just as a Beowolf attempted to swipe at him. He retaliated brutally, stabbing the bipedal wolf in the stomach, following by a shotgun shot, killing the beast.
Kills: 2.
The pig jumped towards him, and he jumped backwards, shooting the pig in the face. He ran at the Grimm, as it was unstable, and kicked it in the face, forcing it's chin up.
He shot his shotgun in it's chest, and slashed his sword across the wound.
The Ursa whilst obviously disagreeing with the others, did want to take down the rather powerful human. It lunged, before the human blocked it's lunge, with the shotgun, and decapitated it, whilst kicking it towards his Grimm comrades.
Kills: 3.
The body hit them, before disappearing, forcing the miniature army back, a few meters, but that was enough for the Courier.
He ran over, and quickly got into a melee fight, with the eight Beowolfs, and two Boarbatusks.
He shot the injured pig, in the face, and stabbed his sword into the eyes. He let his sword get stuck, and kicked it in further. The Grimm let out a scream of pain, and the Beowolves lunged at the man, forcing him, to punch one of them in the stomach.
He kicked it in the stomach, and shot his shotgun in the stomach of the Grimm, and took it's hand, and with monstrous strength, threw it around, kicking the wolves attempting to surround him.
He shot it in the stomach, and before it died, threw it towards the injured Boarbatusk, landing on his sword. The Grimm, forced onto the sword, made it enter the brain of the pig.
Kills: 4.
He rushed forward, and brutally took out his sword, and shot it in the head. It quickly died like it's comrades.
Kills: 5.
The pig upon seeing it's comrade die, charged towards Imra, who jumped to the side, and gave a quick sword slash towards the leg. It stumbled, which gave Six the perfect opportunity, to slide under, and stab it's stomach, just like Ruby had suggested.
Kills: 6.
He kicked it off his sword, and when the Beowolves attempted to grab at him, he rolled out of the way, and shot a shotgun round, only to find it was empty.
He growled angrily, and quickly put his shotgun into his Pip-Boy, and charged towards the Grimm, ducking under a swing from the Beowolves, and decapitated it.
Kills: 7.
The man pulled a rifle from his equipment, and fired a few rounds into it's chest, quickly killing one of the beasts.
Kills: 8.
He quickly put it away, wielding only his katana. He ducked out of the way of the collaborative lunges, and performed a roundhouse slash of his sword. One of the Beowolves knocked his katana out of the way, taking his coat with it.
He grinned, and raised his fists, quickly taunting the beasts. "Come and get me, you fuckers!"
He jumped forward, and punched one of them in the stomach, packing enough force for the monster to stumble. The stumbling Beowolf, quickly received a kick in the face.
He ran towards his sword, and after picking it up, he got struck by a Beowolf in his side, which threw him against the wall.
He grinned, and with barely any wounds, he stood up, his katana in his right hand. Six jumped off the wall, performing a roundhouse kick to the face of the charging Beowolf, and quickly stabbed his sword through lower jaw, sending it straight through the head.
Kills: 9.
Only four Beowolves remained, and Imra merely pulled out his sniper, and shot multiple rounds into their chests, quickly killing them.
Kills: 13.
"Good job! Now get changed with that watch of yours!" exclaimed Port.
His smile, from beating the mini army of Grimm quickly disappeared, leaving a scowl. But, he did change his clothing, back to his combination of his coat, and uniform.
Imra walked towards Team RWBY, and sat down... Just as the alarm rung.
Just as he stood up, he noticed Weiss pull Ruby with her to somewhere... He blinked, and followed Blake and Yang, who seemed just as confused as him.
"Did Ruby do something to Weiss?" He asked the two girls.
"No... Ruby can't do anything malicious, even to a fly." Yang replied.
"Do you reckon it's because of that game we were playing earlier?" Imra offered.
Blake shrugged. "Might be."
He hummed thoughtfully.
Nice job there... Should have killed everyone, and kept the girls as mistresses.
No. I'm not going to do that. Anyway, I'm not sure if I could even manage that. And even if I could, I wouldn't do that.
Why? Because you actually like them?
Yes, I do. Why are you talking to me, Kuro? I thought that you hated me.
I could say the same thing, Imra.
Just answer the question. And I hate you, because of your constant need to destroy all that I live for!
"Imra?" interrupted Ruby, who looked nervous.
"Yeah? Do ya need something?" He offered the young girl.
"Do you think I'm a bad leader? Weiss seems to think so."
"First off, I'm going to be blunt here. Whilst you may not have the necessary qualities to be a leader, but I believe that you could be a proper leader, with time. Weiss should just accept that you are leader." Imra answered, and just as he had promised, he had been honest, with the girl.
Ruby smiled, "Thanks Imra. You know you're not as bad as people say you are."
The man grunted, in reply. "I'm trying to redeem myself here, Red. And if it starts by helping you, I'm all for it."
She nodded. "Hey, do you have somewhere to stay?"
"Nope. Ozpin kicked me out of the office, before I could ask." He answered, "I planned on sleeping in that forest."
"You can't sleep in the Emerald Forest!" The reaper exclaimed.
"Why not?"
"Because... Because..."
"Because what?" He asked, amused.
"Because, you're sleeping with us!" She yelled, and upon noticing what she had said, and in front of most of the school, blushed.
"If ya want." He shrugged, not caring. "It's not me that wants a man in their room."
"Shut up!" She shouted, at the man, who merely smirked at her causing her to huff in frustration.
"Thanks, though." He said, as he followed her back to the dorm.
"You're welcome, Imra!"
He grunted, and just as he entered, Ruby was pulled by Weiss, to dicuss something.
Six shrugged, and because the three people here, were him, and the two girls, he was going to check that he had all of his supplies.
Weapons... He needed a new shotgun, because his old one had no ammo, and since most of his weapons were on the point of breaking, and so a whole new arsenal of weapons was needed.
Clothing/Armor... Yeah, that was good. His coat, and suit, were perfectly fine, with only his gas mask that needed replacing.
Money... Might as well ask Dumbledore, for an allowance, since from what he had observed bottle-caps were not a currency around here.
Hopefully, he wouldn't have to resort to stealing like in the Wasteland... Because believe it or not, the Courier didn't like the fact that he had to sometimes steal, for a living... Well, until he got his job as Courier, which was then ruined by that white bastard. Which forced him to steal again, since looting corpses wasn't a very fulfilling job.
So, two out of his three most important things, were going to fuck him up.
Shit.
AN: The fight (if you can call it that), wasn't meant to be that long. I swear.
The Courier seemed overpowered in that fight because simply put, the Grimm, are very predictable, and since he has fought all of those type of Grimm apart from the Boarbatusk, and even then he quickly knew how it was going to attack.
If you have played Dark Souls, or Bloodborne, you know that you do this, especially against the bosses.
Anyway, if you liked this, review, and favourite, stuff like that is always cool.