So before we start yes I know the last chapter was super short and boring, but I just couldn't think of a good conclusion to that situation so I just wanted to getpast it as soon as possible.

Beacon Academy, A Few Weeks Later, 6:00am

Today was Six's day at Beacon, and his first day as a teacher, the students had already gone through initiation, classes started today.

He was wearing a new outfit, Alice said he needed something more formal looking, he had on blue jeans, a brown leather belt, a black button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, brown cowboy boots, a brown cowboy hat, the Courier Duster, and for protection a bullet proof vest. Alice had also cut his hair and trimmed his beard to make him look more "Professional" as she put it.

He just had Maria, A Light Shining In Darkness, the Ranger Sequoia, Blood-Nap, and his katana on him right now, he didn't have his rifle on his back.

He had assessed the school's defenses, pathetic, some cameras that's all, he'd seen raider camps with better defenses, they needed a security team, more cameras, alarm systems, maybe some AA weaponry considering the best way to attack would be from the air.

Then there was the giant target that was the CCT tower, it was basically asking to get blown up.

Six walked through the hallways of Beacon, it was early, the lights were still dimmed and the students were likely asleep.

He came in early to get his classroom set up, speaking of which he reached the door, it was classroom number six, Six scoffed at that. "Okay that's not clever that's just dumb." Six said annoyed.

He walked in and turned on the lights, the room had his desk in the back, a chalkboard, a medium sized circle he assumed was for sparring practice, and several rows of seats.

Six would be the advanced combat teacher, he hadn't planned anything, he never did, he always made things up as he went along, and it worked, 85 percent of the time.

He made it to his desk, he hung his hat and duster on the coat rack next to his desk, propped his katana up against the desk and sat down.

He put a framed photo of Alice and Ruby on the right side of the desk, and an empty drinking glass next to it that he put some pencils in.

He checked the radio on his Pip-Boy. He regretted that, one station was something called rap, which just sounded like someone talking really fast, one was apparently country, although he didn't hear a single guitar in the whole song.

He found a station for that metal stuff Alice listens to, he had no clue how, it was loud and full of anger, it just hurt his ears, worse than that vault under the Fort exploding around him.

"That was crazy." He reminisced about it, he wasn't sure why he blew the vault up, to obey Caesar? Not likely. To spite House? Probably.

Whatever, he didn't need those Securitrons anyway, the others were more than enough, especially after the upgrade. "Wonder how the Mojave is doing without me, how are my friends doing, they were my friends right?" Six wondered.

"Eh no point thinking about it, I can't go back, I have people that need me here, and I told Raul what to do if I died or went missing." Six said to himself.

Six gave up on the radio, there wasn't anything good on.

Six heard a knock at the door, then a large man with a dumb looking moustashe walked in.

"Good morning, I heard about our new teacher and decided to meet him myself, I'm Peter Port." The man said.

"Six, just Six." Six replied.

"Interesting name." Port said. "Ozpin says you are a skilled fighter."

"I don't like to brag, but yeah." Six said.

"So what do you think of Beacon so far?" Port asked.

"Needs better defenses."

"Like what?" Port asked.

"An actual security team, more cameras, and alarms for starters." Six replied.

"This is a Hunter academy, we don't need a security team, we have several great warriors." Port boasted.

"You have a few teachers and a bunch of students, not really an elite fighting force." Six said.

"Why would someone attack Beacon?" Port asked.

"Hmm let me think, why would someone attack a poorly defended facility that trains warriors, thus cutting of the kingdoms' supply of said warriors, why would anyone do such a thing?" Six said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

"You're a very pessimistic person aren't you?" Port asked.

"Keeps me alive." Six replied.

"How can you ever be happy if you see the bad in everything?" Port asked.

"I'm very happy when everything goes wrong and I get to say I told you so." Six replied.

"Fair enough, well I should be going." Port said as he walked out.

'People in this world are too oblivious to what's happening in the shadows, it's going to cost them.' Six thought.

He checked the time, it was around 8:30, the students should arrive soon, Six wasn't ready, at all.

The students started to file into the classroom.

He waited until all 20 or so students were in their seats before starting.

"Alright everyone's here so let's get started my name is Six, yes I know it's a weird name don't rub it in." Six said.

"I'll get it out of the way and tell you I don't care who you are and I have never taught before, but I feel as though it is my job to teach you what the real world is really like and how you can survive in it." Six said.

"The real world is cruel, merciless, and brutal. The real world doesn't care who you are. The real world will not pull it's punches, it will not hold back, it will not give you a timeout. It will push you down, step on you, and kill you, unless you know how to push back." Six said.

"But I thought we were in a time of peace." Some girl in pink said.

"First lesson, peace is a myth, it is a lie that parents tell their kids to keep them calm. There is no peace, only war. Because someone always has something someone else wants, someone always hates someone else because they're different from them, someone always wants someone else dead." Six said, pacing back in forth.

"Now in order to survive you have to do one thing, whatever it takes, when fighting someone in the real world honor goes out the window, morals are important, but you can't help people if you're dead." Six elaborated.

"So do whatever, throw dirt in their eyes, pull their hair, step on their feet, make them play by your rules, don't show off, just get the job done." Everyone listened intently.

"So I will be teaching you a few things in this class, some of these things are, hand-to-hand combat, improvised warfare, firearms and melee combat, and most importantly, to look at the world like I do, like a survivor does." Six said.

"Now, any questions?" Six asked the class.

"What if we don't have a gun?" One kid asked.

"Get one, if you don't have a melee weapon get one of those, you need to be able to effectively fight both up close and at a distance." Six answered. "Anyone else? No? Ok then lets get started on hand-to-hand." Six said.

30 Minutes Later

Six had the students practice hand-to-hand combat with each other. Some had potential, others looked like they'd never thrown a punch in their life.

Six was going to have a handful teaching them.

The bell rung. "Well guess that's all for today see you tomorrow." Six said.

All the students left the classroom, Six felt his stomach rumble. "Well let's see if the food here is any count." Six said as he went to the cafeteria.

Beacon Cafeteria

Six got his food and sat at an empty table away from anyone.

Six had to admit the food was pretty good, not as good as anything Alice makes but better then anything in the Wasteland.

Once he was done he went back to his classroom and did a bunch of stupid paperwork then went home, Ozpin offered him a room at the school, but he would rather stay with his family.

Six's apartment

Six walked into the apartment and hung up his coat and hat, then took off his vest and boots and sat them down.

"Hey babe." Alice said, she was sitting on the couch reading a book.

"Hey." Six said.

"How was your day?" Alice asked.

"Decent, the students weren't bad, had to do some paperwork though, that was. boring." Six said, sitting down next to Alice "Where's Ruby?" He asked.

"Visiting Yang and Tai." Alice replied as she sat her book down. "Which means we have some alone time." She said, sliding closer to Six.

"Oh yeah?" Six asked.

"Yeah." Alice replied, climbing on top of Six.

The Lucky 38

"Where the h*ll is he!?" Cass yelled.

"I do not know." Yes-Man replied as happily as usual.

"You useless pile of scrap!" Cass yelled.

Raul, Cass, Boone, Arcade, Veronica and Ed-E were gathered in the Lucky 38.

"Calm down amigo, it's not the machine's fault." Raul said.

"He's right." Arcade said.

"What do we do?" Veronica asked.

"I fear the worst." Boone said grimly.

"Have you met the mothef*cker? He's not dead, he can't be dead." Cass said.

"It may be so I'm afraid." Raul said. "He told me what to do if this happened."

"What would that be?" Arcade asked.

"We need to find a guy in the Divide and tell him what happened and that he'll know what to do." Raul explained.

"No one lives in the Divide." Boone said.

"That's what I thought too, at least we'll know him when we see him." Raul said.

"Well okay, let's go." Arcade said.