I Don't own RWBY or Fallout NV
English: beep boop I'm a robot beep boop
Robot language/Recorded message: beep boop I is a robot as well beep boop
"Flash back": *Bad English accent* Beep Boop I'm a robot to good sir Beep Boop.
Deeper in the Divide.
Ruby ears were ringing is shock. Her feet felt like jelly. Her stomach turning in all sorts of direction. Her pupils had widen so much that you could mistake them for a seal about to be clubbed. Words could not even describe the horror in those nine words. "I Never had amnesia, Ruby. I just pretended to."
After a few moments Ruby finally found herself and slowly and silently asked. "You, remember… everything?"
"… Yes." Six answers.
"Your childhood?" Ruby asked.
"Terrible." Six replies.
"Parents?" Ruby asked.
"Non-existent." Six answered.
"Girlfriends?" Ruby asked.
"Way too many." Six said with a shrug.
"Beep, Boop, Beep." (He has over two dozen diseases that were transmitted from 'girlfriends'.) Kid ED-E said before being slapped on the back of the head by and annoyed Six.
Ruby had no idea what ED-E said but she can guess it was something embarrassing because of Six's reaction. That's when a question came into her head. She then asked hesitantly. "Your Name?"
Six looked at her with hesitation in his eyes. He contemplated if he should say. After a few moments he lets out a sigh before answering. "(Sigh)… Does it matter now? Far as I'm concern, he died long before Benny."
This broke Ruby out of her shocked look and transformed it into an annoyed stare. She then replied by punching Six in the shoulder out of frustration. She then states in a cross tone. "Seriously? I've been trudging through a literal valley of death for two days, and that is the only answer I get?! Ugh, is being cryptic like some kind of lingo or is it a part of mutation people go through before becoming a marked men?"
"No, just something that Ulys…" Six said as he rubs his shoulder, before pausing realizing something. "Wait, you met him?"
"Don't change the subject!" Ruby snaps as she grabs Six's neck collar and pulls it down to meet her eyes. "You are going to tell me your entire life story. If I think for a moment that you are lying, then Oum as my witness no Auto doc will be able to fix what I do to you."
If this was said by anyone else, Six wouldn't have found the threat to be all that threatening. However since being shoveled out of the ground he got to know Ruby. She wasn't the type to make a threat like that shocked and terrified Six a bit. Reluctantly and not wanting to know what she will do, Six removed Ruby's hands from his collar and walked down the road a bit before motioning for her to follow. As she does kid ED-E spoke up.
"Beep, Scared Boop, Beep." (Wow… is she your kid? Cause I can see the resemblance between the two.)
As the three walked down the road, Six told Ruby everything but his name. The view pulls back to show their shadows. As they twist in the afternoon sky, the view changes into the silhouette of a tribe.
Flashback. (For the sake of artistic value please image it like a tribal shadow puppet show.)
"I was born into a small tribe out near Reno. Called themselves Di áłchíní gi hatsijįʼ áhootʼé. The Children of Fate. They had a belief that cards had a magical power of prophecy. Being able to tell someone's past, present, and future by the suits they picked. At birth the babe would pick two cards, professing their destiny to the tribe. When it came to my turn, I picked an unlucky hand. Two Ace of spades in a hundred an fifty six card deck. The Spades represented death and misery, seeing I picked the highest card they though that the world would be better off if I wasn't around." Six narrates as two parent silhouette tribals carried a child to an alter. The baby Six silhouette tapped two cards with his toe, revealing to the rest of the tribes shock to be the Ace of spades.
"Pa and Ma must have loved me more then their families. So they stole me away before anyone could smother me and left. However the tribe was devoted if anything. They hunted them down through the desert. Both my parents didn't make it. I was spared because of an NCR ranger patrol was within earshot of the war howlers." The silhouette of Six's parents can be seen as they were chased down by their fellow tribes men. A spear falls killing Six's father while anther hits his mother leg. Causing her to fall and let baby Six slide across the desert sand. She was then cut down by tomahawks. As the shadows of the tribe descend upon the baby. A new shadow fell. That of an NCR Ranger. After a quick firefight, the silhouette Ranger picks up baby Six. Looking down at the two cards sticking out of the blanket he was tucked in.
"They brought me back with my stuff to an outpost. From their I stayed with the company. They moved me around from multiple bases around California. Can't say it was the best childhood but at least I had three meals a day. Eventually I left the company and wandered the waste. Seems the nomadic lifestyle just agree with me." Their the shadows pulled back reveal a teenage Six leaving a compound with the two cards dangling from his braided hair. On his back was a basic kit, bag, rifle, and old Ranger Sequoia. As he walked into the sunset, the silhouette shifts with blow of the wind, revealing a house.
"The road became my home. Always ending up in fights that would get me kicked out of town… or lead to the substantial burning of towns. But that's not important. One day three years later when I was in Montana, hiding because of an incident with a saloon owners' daughter. Needing a way to leave the small town I notice a flyer for a Courier Job. Needing the caps, I entered my thirtieth false name and became a courier." The Front of the house window then burst open with Six in his early adulthood leaping out the window. He was only in his Boxers with his boots in one hand and his gear in the other. He quickly ran through the snow as an angry father looking figure ran out the door with a smoking double barrel, an angry scowl, and a crying young woman wearing nothing but a blanket calling out to him to stop. The silhouette quickly hid in a barrel as the father ran past him. As Six hid their a wanted job poster fell into the barrel an a Lightbulb appeared above the barrel.
"The job paid well and I met many people. I enjoyed it a bit to much, it was like that old world expression. 'The joys of working from home.' Years later, I came across a job that wasn't touch by anyone due to the low pay and dangerous trek. I would have probably not touch the job if it wasn't for the fact that I owed the Shi a lot of money for that Jet deal gone wrong." The silhouette changed to a express building with multiple Couriers looking over the board to see what job was up. A sudden banging sound cause them to look behind them. By the door was Six, limping with every step and bleeding heavily from his side. He walked up to the board and grabbed a notice from the board without looking. Taking a look he realized that it was a bad job. Wanting to grab another he found the board completely empty and all the couriers gone. The wind then pushes the shadows to show the silhouette of Six trudging through the desert.
"The job was for a simple delivery through one of the most inhospitable parts of waste. Before the end of the world, the land was called death valley and for a very good reason. Heh, I still remember the feeling of hitting my head upon reaching the community. I nearly died of a heat stroke. Locals helped me back up to my feet and gave me along with the caps, a duster and the hat you see on my head. They may be small things, especially with the caps I received. But… they meant a they really did mean a great deal to me." Six had made it to the town before passing out at the gate. As he laid their baking in the heat of sun, a few folks came out of the village and brought him in. Nursed him back to health before paying Six. Before leaving a stranger hand's him a duster with his iconic hat on top. Feeling the warmth of this simple gift, he slowly puts the hat on his head. Becoming a new man in the process.
"From then on I would always take the Long 15 in strive. I enjoyed every trip to that small community. It gave me a feeling that I couldn't describe for years. Home, it felt like home. Overtime, other Couriers begin to head to the town. It became a hub, through the roads I carved. It made more friends in that town then anywhere else. Though they weren't friends, they felt more to me then that. Like a family… A family I destroyed." The Wind pushed the shadows to show Six now walking to the town that had grown so much. Like the town he too has changed. Now wearing the Cards in his hat and wearing the duster. A Duster with an old world flag painted on it's back. As he walked through the Scenes change. From the Long 15, to the Sierra Madre, From the Washington Space Needle's, to the Zion Valley. He only stopped to look behind him. His grim look turned into a genuine smile at he sights of the Town. Their a few Couriers wearing similar dusters waved off to him as he waved back.
"One day, when I was in Shady Sands. I was pulled aside by a few MP officers. At first I thought they were after me because I seduced a senators wife and basically ruined their marriage. Turns out it wasn't. Thought the guards could have fooled me. Turns out the brass had took notice of the community I built. Wanted to put a stake in it like everything else. To help build a relationship with the community and put them at ease. They hired me to deliver a package. Something they managed to scrounge up in Navarro. Suppose to put the people at ease… Tsk, what a fool I was." The silhouette then shifts to Six being pulled into an interrogation room. After being cheap shot by a few NCR soldiers Six was handed a package. It was small almost the size of a coin. They payed him very well for the trip and Six begrudgingly left. Unaware of what the package will do.
"I brought that package to my home before taking a job to Vegas. As I was a mile away, the earth begin to shake. Pre-war car's were tossed over my head. And a Mushroom cloud spurted from the ground. Racing back, I saw the Divide. No longer a sandy and harsh plateau. But a crack in the earth. A huge crevice that we are currently walking through." Six passed the package on to the first Mayer of the community he helped built. Giving a tip of his hat the Mayer stopped him. In her hands was a gift from the community and a little something from her. A hand made Ace of Clubs, and a signed wild card with the Mayer's name on it. Giving thanks he left behind one Spades card before walked down the road. Unaware that this was the final time he see their faces again. As he finished fixing the new card to his head and nuclear explosion goes off behind him. The impact of the explosions and the tremors sent him to the Grown.
As the winds died down, the silhouette of Six returned. He turns to look at the huge cloud. He quickly ran back only to see the Divide. At the horror of what happened, he fell to his knees. Looking over it a burnt card flew by him. It was the same Spades he left behind. The view pulls in on it as Six narrates one last time. "It wasn't till the wind stopped that I figured out what had happened. Guess my fellow tribes men were right after all. All I bring is death and misery."
End of Flashback
The Scene pulls out on his hat's ace of spades. It continues to pull back till it reveals Six walking alongside with Ruby. They had reached the end of road as they came to a launch station where the Nuke had launch from. Just as they reach the location, Six had finish his life story. Ruby was I shock from hearing Six's entire story. It was not what she expects. Somewhat remind her of her friend Nora, though she wasn't adopted by any military force. As she wondered what kind of adventures, he has been on before another thought came to mind.
"So, why return." Ruby asked.
"Well, I'd figure you know. After all, Mr. House gave you my mail." Six relies as he pulls out a hand rolled cigarette.
"That man… who is he?" Ruby asked with interest.
"A… very complicated friend." Six said hesitantly.
"Complicated?" Ruby muttered with a confused look on her face.
"Yeah, complicated. Thought he died here, and he thought the same as me. Guess he wanted me to meet him here, where it all began and end." Six answered as he puts the cigarette into his lips.
As Six takes a drag from his cigarette Ruby begins to wonder why he would be so complicated. That's when it hits her. He was the Courier with the old world flag on his back. So many had mentioned a Courier with an old world flag. Yet this entire time she thought they were referring to Six. Turns out to be his strange friend… a friend who is a Frumentarii. Ruby turns to Six about to ask how could he be friend's with a Legion Spy. But it seems Six knew before she could ask. He hands her a tape the picked off the ground. Ruby recognized the markings on the side and quickly put the Holotape marked Y-17.22 into her Pip-Boy. It then begin to play.
"I Walked the Great Salt Lake as Caesar's eye, then his hand. Mongrels there, two-legs and four. Saw the walls of New Canaan, the scavengers circled… hadn't the strength or fire to take. Too high, too strong. White Legs, they were born for war, they run to it, hungry for battle…. Yet their hunger is to be a part of history, something larger. Like the Legion. As always, brought them a message… from Caesar. If New Canaan burns, Caesar might see them. 'Might.' Even the chance was a lie. To Honor Caesar… destroy the history of New Canaan, and the way they carry it… in their generations and family. Caesar respect such strength, I told them… that was truth, even if 'strength; wasn't the word. Obedience. You must be willing to kill anyone, children, mothers, the weak, elders… if these New Canaanites value the generations, that is what you must kill. It was like Vulpes was speaking through me. Use the night silence, and fire to change their words to pleas, to screams. No need for bombs when hate will do. I… asked the White Legs to destroy a people with ancestry, going back thousands of years… another death of history, lost to time. The New Canaanites… they supplied Medicine, food, traded with others. Civilization, a hand from the past, not history. But maybe a past deeper, farther than that to a place where this… God really exists. If so, his handiwork and people belong elsewhere, not in this place. Another symbol, like Bear and Bull, with no meaning in the present."
Y-17.22 then comes to an end. If anything proves that this Courier was a Legion Frumentarii then this is the final nail in the coffin. Question was why he was friends with Six. Turning to ask him, she found that she was alone. The door to the bunker had just closed, and it made multiple locking noises. In front was a half smoked cigarette on the ground. She then realized that Six used the tape to distract her.
"Oh, son of a bitch." Ruby remarks as the view pulls on into the side of the building.
Thirty minutes later.
The view then pulls upwards revealing they were on the side of a skyscraper buried deeply into the side of the building. Six and kid ED-E walked out of the fire escape door. Covered in blood. After leaving Ruby behind Six and kid ED-E had to fight through a wave of lizard creatures called Tunnelers. Abominations that are tough enough to take down a Deathclaw and can breed like rabbits to make the numbers. Had to fight his way through their home to reach the ground level of a sunken hotel. From their they fought their way up. As they left the building, Six felt a little woozy from the blood loss. He quickly reached into his pocket looking for a Stimpack. After shuffling around he suddenly felt a tug on his Duster. Looking behind him, was Ruby. Holding in her hand a Stimpack with the cigarette still smoking.
"Yeah, you are not getting rid of me that easily." Ruby remarks before stabbing the Stimpack into his neck. As Six lets out a small grunt of pain from the medicine. His eyes looked upwards, their a trail of roses fell from the side canyon. She must have followed him from the top. Before she could finish Ruby pulls the syringe from his neck and states. "Now, tell me more about your friend. I didn't follow you into this pit of death just to be turned around."
"Beep, Boop, Beep." (Holy molly. How did she do that? That was some… mystical crap.)
"Ugh, long story ED-E." Six said as he rubbed his neck. He then turned to Ruby and said. "Though I'm pretty sure my attempts to leave you was a clear sign that I wanted to be alone."
"Well I'm not leaving till you tell me everything about your friend. He has caused so much trouble as is and if he's here… well, I have a feeling he will try to kill you." Ruby said in a worried tone.
"Most certain but after what I did I would be more worried if he didn't." Six remarks before kid ED-E makes a strange static tone. A deep, cunning, and philosophical tone came from kid ED-E's new speakers.
"I would wonder the why, but that is not the who I am looking to speak too." The voice states. Ruby then turns to Kid ED-E and was about to ask who it was but the voice already spoke up.
"So you are the Red Reaper of the two-headed Bear. Daughter of Brutus. Di eʼeʼaah chʼil bílátah hózhóón ił hojoobaʼdóó awééʼbiyaałáí. The girl who walked away from the Sierra Madre. I would find the meeting something that would be notice by history, but you are not meant to be here. Not right now. Ruby." The voice states.
"How… How do you know my name?" Ruby asked.
"I've had my eyes upon the Courier that I almost didn't notice you scowling in his shadows. Yet very few things doesn't catch my eyes. Special when you've been mistaking my deeds for another." The voice replies back. It was then that Ruby realized who this person is.
"You… you are that other Courier. The one with the old-world flag on his back." Ruby states in shock from the realization.
"Yes… though I heard you don't know my name." The other Courier states causing Ruby to shake her head in agreement. The Voice then replies back saying. "My real name has been lost to history. Same as Courier Six. Like him I have choses another name. One from history, not mythology. Ulysses… call me… Ulysses."
Hello Everybody, Wombag1786 here. I'm no longer sniffling but I'm definitely still hacking a new lung, the flue just doesn't want to die. Least I'm healthy enough to write now. So thanks to all those who wish me well. And to anyone else who is sick or starting to get sick this chapter is dedicated to y'all. Now then, onto your questions and comments.
From RedRat8: Heh yeah. Well keep pealing back at those Layers, I have one last reveal before the end of this arc. This will shatter your mind and make question who you want to win in the fight between the two couriers. As for the identity of Faun. A few in the comments section guessed who she is. And even fewer are right. Have fun guessing.
Thanks for writing RedRat8
From Combine117: yeah… well be glad you are not working on the other story. I literally have plans for reality to be shattered within the spaces of a hotel room.
Well excuse me what was I suppose to do. Not nuke a bunch of inbred yet strangely pacifist klansmen? Nah, I hate hippies.
Well as they say, aim for the bushes.
Oh, I met up with her to discuss her doing a Sex scene with the Abomination from Darkest Dungeon when the conversation comes up. She said and quote "AvIe sounds so cool. I always wanted a bigger family. Now I have a cousin. Oh how sensational."
Oh shit. I knew this day will happen… wait which ex? The Mexican sadist or the possessed Chicago girl in Yellow. (Completely yellow.) Anyways if it's the Mexican sadist please keep your head down. She never leaves her house without the fifty-cal sniper. If it's the other… don't just run for the hills. Last time someone tried to rob her he was locked in the darkest hole the local insane asylum had.
Trust me, there is one truth yet revealed that will blow your mind.
Thanks and you too with the witness cleanup crew.
Thanks for writing Combine117
From Imperial warlord: Thank you.
Thanks for writing Imperial warlord
From thewittywhy: Nope she is going to annoy him and Ullyses. But the next big secret that will be revealed will test her entire moral structers. (*Hint, the how she got here)
Thanks for writing thewittywhy
From Zealot24: I've made that joke already… and it's still fucking hilarious.
Oh god no that will be to easy. (More like 10 years equals one week. Question is which way am I referring to.) Yeah well I would suggest FEV Grim's story. That's the general idea behind the ending.
Yeah. Something along those lines.
Thanks. Welcome to the Roaring 20-20's.
Thanks for writing Zeealot24
From FEV Grim: Alright I'll tally your vote and no. What I meant is your story inspired how this story ends.
Thanks for writing FEV Grim and thanks for appearing in the Flash back.
From Guest 1-7-2020: Your guess. I won't reveal her true identity yet. Also Before the end of this series I will post a poll for my next series. So yes this story does end at least a new one that you (might have) voted for will come online.
Thanks for writing Guest 1-7-2020
From Gadget916: Yeah.
Well, it's the same reason we go to the divide. We could have turned around at any time. (Seriously. At the beginning of the DLC we were given the choice to leave. We didn't had to stay, we weren't held to the place with a gun to our head, or bomb… missing brain, wilderness. Point stands you could have gone home but you still persisted through the DLC.)
It will. I have something beautiful plan for both the battle of the two Courier's and Hover Dam.
Thanks for writing Gadget916 Also thanks for appearing in the Flashback.
From Mooniecat: Um, thankfully I have yet to have that. Seems the flue has one unique symptom when ever it passes on to someone else. (Me, it was the chills. Froze me to the core despite being in Arizona of all places.) In anycase thanks. I am recovering from this a day at a time.
Thanks for writing Mooniecat
From Carre: 1. Thank you.
2A. No problem. Also sorry no, Edvard Munch's the scream. The painting of a sidewalk where someone with a lightbulb for a head puts their hand against their face and scream. That painting?
2B. Yep. Yeah I know. Hopefully it won't be some joke like that Evil Dead 3 trick.
2C. Like the Spanish Inquisition?
3. Your Guess not mine.
4. Eh, only time will tell.
5. Brand new modle. Figure I call him that instead of Ralphie.
6. Ha. So many peoples jaws drop.
7. Thanks and I will.
Thanks for writing Carre
From kpmh2001: Hard to rest when all you want to do is write. But thanks man.
Thanks for writing kpmh2001
From 1337: Thanks, I need it.
Thanks for writing 1337
Well, that looks like the last one… well sort of. *Wombag pauses as he pulls out the hellraiser box from the last chapter. Reaching in, he shifts around for a few moments before pulling out an envelope.
Right, so I received a review for this story from a different story. Figure I read it on this story since I won't return to "RWBY Noir" till I finish both "A Rose over a shallow Grave" and "Darkest Dungeon of Remnant." Eh, hem. Right.
From Guest 1-6-20: Thanks, no problem. It has been a year of planning and I've been itching to say every secret that will be revealed in this arc. I am definitely glad that I waited. When FEV Grim released his story based on the RWBY cast watching the story like it was a movie, I was sweating bullets when Weiss begin to question how Six could know the world and yet can't remember his name. Since I'm answering your questions for ROSG I might as well answer the rest.
As glad as I am that you enjoyed the story, I must inform you that it isn't a paranormal story. It's cosmic horror. The difference being that paranormal involves things that are dead and haunting, while Cosmic horror develop it's fear from not by the terrifying monsters, rather the lore behind them. (There's a reason the saying "Ignorance is Bliss.") A good example will be chapter 4. In it, I described that Jaune was kidnapped from a ruin city based out of Antarctica, when he read the black book. In a trance he found himself below the streets of New York about to be sacrifice to Hastur. Or commonly known by his alias as the King in Yellow. After the events he finds that despite being crippled by the experience he can sing like an angle despite the fact that I stated he couldn't. That terrifies me because that means Jaune read the King in Yellow. Hastures method of recruiting followers. When someone reads the "King in yellow" they will become obsessed with it. Quoting from the short story "Repairer of Reputations" 'If I had not caught a glimpse of the opening words in the second act I should never have finished it, but as I stooped to pick it up my eyes became riveted to the open page, and with a cry of terror or perhaps it was of joy so poignant that I suffered in every nerve, I snatched the thing from the hearth and crept shaking to my bedroom, where I read it and reread it, and wept and laughed and trembled with a horror which at times assails me yet. This is the thing that troubles me, for I cannot forget Carcosa, where black stars hang in the heavens, where the shadows men's thoughts lengthen in the afternoon, when the twin suns sink into the Lake of Hali, and my mind will bear forever the memory of the Pallid Mask.'
Interestingly those of an artistic mind are affected differently. Poets, Painters, Writers, singers, actors, and even dancers who read 'The King in Yellow' will experience what can be described as 'Inspiration on steroids.' Ideas become easier to flow from the mind to the pen. Their ability to due their craft without impediment of mind-blocks becomes irregular and even improves. However as time continues on and their ability in the artistic field improves, they will begin to see 'The Yellow sign' a symbol that is Hasturs mark. It becomes semi frequent, only being notice by the afflicted. But then they start to see it, everywhere they go. This continues on, on, on, and on till either A. The victim completely falls under Hastur's will and will serve him faithfully. Like a puppet on strings. Or B. they continue to resist till the point that Hastur himself appears before them. Trust me, the best one can hope for in that sinario is for your body to strip their eyes from their sockets and sentence to an Asylum. (That is, if you consider not dying to be better.)
So to put it into perspective, what Jaune has is what is best describe as living with terminal cancer and not knowing about it. It will continue to get worse till either A. He looses it and hurts or kills one of his friends because of what Hastur had bid him to do. Or B. Is visited by him to which he will suffer a fate worse then death. (Looking under the Pallid Mask. There's somethings that are best unanswered.)
Right, sorry about talking your ear off. Hopefully you will enjoy the next chapter which will be release something during April or May. Also yes they are. Though Georgie is actually from Mafia 3.
Thanks for writing Guest 1-6-20
Thank you everyone. I'm so glad to show Six's story, though tempting it was to place on Frank Sinatra's "That's Life" I think I keep this arc mostly song free for now. Please Fav and Fol the Story. Leave a question or comment down in the review section.
This is Wombag1786 Feeling better.