Remnant's Courier
Chapter III
The Cat, a Monkey, and a Courier
Imra rubbed his temple, irritably. Ever since he had gotten on this world, he had gotten a headache, which was very distracting... And his stimpaks, had disappeared!
The one thing that had saved him from the many Enclave pieces of shit that attacked him... Were now gone. Gone to the wastes of however the fuck he had gotten here.
His depressing thoughts, were interrupted by Goodwitch, who called out, "Would Imra, and Jaune Arc come to the stage?"
Six nodded, and he moved towards the stage, his headache accompanying him the way there. He heard Jaune gulp nervously, and smiled evilly. He absently kicked a foot out of the way, causing the foot to fly towards the desk, causing a cry of pain.
"Wait? Do you not have Aura?" interrupted Glynda, which got him many looks.
He scrunched up his features, before replying, "Nope. Never needed it."
"Hm..." The witch started before a glare settled upon him. "You are older then Mr. Arc, so you shall continue."
"Feh." He mumbled, before he stood before Jaune. A smirk quickly settled on his face. "Come at me with the intention to kill, buddy."
The teen quickly caught on, which made the Courier smile. Just like Sam, in that regard. The boy settled into a stance, which was rather wrong, but Six didn't care.
He yawned, taunting the young Arc, "Come and get me, or you aren't going to go very far. I promise not to move."
The boy leapt at him, which from Imra's point of view was rather slow, but just as he promised, he didn't move. He held out his hand out, and quickly, grabbed his forearm, throwing him against the wall, his monstrous strength once more being demonstrated.
Arc quickly got up, though, which he admired. He waited, and just as he had expected, the boy quickly came at him again, and instead of before, quickly attempted an overhead swing.
He kicked the boy in the chest, and just as the boy cried out in pain, he grabbed his wrist, and threw him to the wall behind him.
"Come on, kid. Is that all you got? I know that you can do better." He called, "I only have my fists, remember?"
He heard running, and quickly ducked under the swing of Jaune's blade, but the boy lashed out, smashing his shield into his forearm, making Six leap backwards.
Apparently, honour was one of Jaune's morals, so he lunged forward, and quickly circled around the blonde, kicking him in the stomach, and twisted his wrists until he let go of his weapon with a cry.
"Ow!"
"You don't have your weapons. What do you do now?" He stated, just as he kicked the Arc hard enough to send him flying into another wall.
The boy quickly caught on, and held out his fists, in a corrupted stance, which seemed to be a mix of Yang's, his own, and Pyrrha.
He ran towards the boy, and quickly punched him in the face, and unlike what he had expected, Jaune did exactly what he would have done in this situation - kick upwards towards the face.
Imra however blocked the kick, and twisted it, causing the teen to clench his teeth in pain, before the boy attempted something, which was extremely risky.
He continued twisting his own leg around, and kicked the Courier in the face.
However, Imra had counter measures to that - which was take it, and then punch Jaune in the stomach, and with monstrous strength, kicked the boy in the face, and sent him flying in the air.
Just as the Arc came back down, he quickly kicked the boy in jaw, causing the already painful beating to become even more painful. The boy quickly landed into the wall, landing face first.
"Come on, Arc. You aren't going to become stronger, if you just become depressed, when a guy who has been in the trade for years, comes and beats you." He offered.
The teen stood up, shakily, and grabbed Crocea Mors. He charged the Courier, who simply finally pulled out his katana, and sidestepped the blonde, to knock him out, with a fast smash to the skull.
"Now, that is how you should go at it." He commented, to which he saw Pyrrha push past him hurriedly, and pick Jaune up.
His headache quickly came back, with a vengeance, to which he quickly turned a few dials on his Pip-Boy, to quickly revert back to his normal clothes.
He walked back towards RWBY, muttering, "Hope I didn't go too hard on Jaune."
"Why were you... Er..." Ruby started, before Imra raised an eyebrow.
"Why was I what? Giving him tips, whilst kicking his ass?"
"Yeah."
He narrowed his eyes, on nowhere in particular, and replied, "Because he reminded me, of my student."
"Wait, you have a student?" Yang questioned, curiously.
"Yup. He... Was around about your age, Ruby, and one of the sharpest guys that I have met. Knew how to kill things, yet didn't have the know-how to do it in... And he had to be blunt, the saddest past, that I have ever heard of..." He said, rambling.
"What do you mean 'saddest past you've ever heard of'?"
Six gained the most angry look, and muttered something inaudible, before his look quickly disappeared. "Let's stop talking about someone long gone, and -"
The bell rung, quickly signifying the end of class, and to which, Six, who only had Goodwitch, Port, and Oobleck as teachers, quickly left them behind.
"Wow. It seems like he hates someone." stated Yang, rather surprised at Imra's behavior.
"No. That was a look worse then that." Blake stated. "He actually looked like he would violently murder them."y
Ruby shivered, before a bright look appeared on his face. "So, let's cheer him up!"
"Ruby, we don't even know what he likes." Weiss deadpanned.
"Er... He seemed sad that his shotgun, and pistol were broken..." The girl in red offered. "And I'm pretty sure that they're at least replaceable!"
"Don't you mean repairable?" asked Blake, confusedly.
"No. They were antiques, and irreplaceable..." Ruby replied.
Weiss looked unsure. "New weapons are rather expensive..."
"Well, don't you have some kind of heiress allowance, or something like that?" Blake questioned, bluntly.
"Yes... I do..." The heiress started, but seeing the looks on Ruby, and strangely Blake's faces, she succumbed. "Fine! Just don't expect me to get everything from now on!"
"Well, now that you say it... Okay, okay!"
He didn't exactly know why he had just gone and ran from them. They would help right?
You know that they would hate you for the fact that you have killed so many, in the name of ambition, and a twisted hero complex...
You don't know that, Kuro. They seem different.
Or, you've softened. Remember the last time, Shiro, that you softened to a bit of kindness?
Don't call me Shiro. And don't remind me of that bitch.
I just used that as an example... But, you've seen how people with kindness usually end up hurting us.
I don't know... This place seems different from the Wasteland... Technology has gone farther then what we've achieved on the Wasteland, and there is the fact that no one tries to kill you if you steal their sandwich.
You stole the last car in the Wasteland.
So what? It exploded as soon as I drove it for a few kilometres.
Now, that you mention it, how the fuck did we survive?
Now, now, Kuro. Remember the whole load of stimpaks, I had to inhale to survive. And there is the fact that I flew five hundred meters in the air.
I remember that you used your rocket launcher to let yourself slowly descend.
Details, details.
Rabbit girl being bullied by douchebag on your right.
He turned to the right, noticing that Winchester, and his lackeys were once again, bullying that Faunus girl again. His anger despite the fact that it had receded, it was still there.
"Oi, Winchester. Picking on girls that could, and should kick your ass to the broken moon and back?" He commented, as he strolled towards the bullies.
Cardin turned to sneer towards Imra, and retorted, "So? She isn't doing anything back."
"So? That doesn't mean you bully someone who is an equal." He stated. He personally thought that people with extra animal appendages, should be kings and queens of the world, but hey, you don't always get what you want.
"An equal?!" snickered the bully. "They're animals!"
Six looked affronted. "Hey, their animal appendages, should be considered godlike! I mean, if I could have a tail, I would shoot a shotgun, and a RPG, at the same time. That would cool, also if I had cat ears or something like that, cause then I could hear everything!"
"You're one of those Faunus defenders?"
The Courier had a confused look on his face. "What the heck is a Faunus?"
"Faunus are animals, scum, and monsters!"
His positive look, from before, quickly succumbed to anger. A glacial anger, that came from teaching a so-called monster, befriending that monster, and fathering that supposed monster.
"Please, explain." Imra returned, as he took some of Kuro's pure rage, and anger into his tone.
Winchester gulped, before stuttering out, "They're... Pe-ople t-t-that have ani-ni-mal parts on their body."
"Now, Winchester, before my patience runs thin, stop bullying this poor, poor rabbit girl, who is too cute for her own good... Or I might take offence." He stated.
Cardin and his lackeys quickly backed off, and he turned towards the rabbit girl. "Hey... What's ya name?"
She started stuttering all of a sudden, before Six quickly interrupted, "Just calm down, and then talk, yeah?"
He took a sandwich of a random student earning a glare from the poor guy, but quickly ate it. The girl had stopped stuttering, and answered, quietly, "I'm Velvet."
"Well, the name's Imra. Just asking, why are you even getting bullied by these jackasses?" He questioned, bluntly.
"It's because I'm a Faunus..." She replied, "but, you don't think that, do you?"
"Nope," He said, absently popping the 'p'. "Don't get it. You're human, with animal parts, which is by the way awesome. Why hate you?"
"You said the reason. Animal parts."
"Why?! That reason is utterly pathetic... Personally, I find your rabbit ears, cute. Wait!" He widened his eyes. "Don't your ears give you something akin to supersonic hearing?!"
"Er... Yes, they do... Well, in a sense, they have to be in a radius of fifty meters, and it is rather annoying." Velvet answered.
"In what - oh. You can hear everything that they do..."
"Yeah, I can."
"Does that include when they are... Going at it?" He dared ask. He dreaded the answer.
"...Yes." She responded, embarrassedly.
He fell over at that, falling flat on his face, before quickly picking himself up. "How the heck do you cope!?"
"I don't." The rabbit girl answered.
Suddenly, Imra was punched in the cheek, and was sent flying into a wall. "What did I do this time?"
"Fox! Don't do that!" exclaimed Velvet. "He helped me!"
"Oh... Sorry, whatever your name is." Fox said, shaking his fist in pain. "And your cheek is as hard as steel, by the way."
"Didn't feel a thing. Anyway, the name's Imra." He replied, unruffled by the punch. It was true, his body had been augmented by Doctor Usanagi, he felt no pain. It was only his insides, that he actually felt pain in... Which basically meant that you would have to shot his insides, if he had to feel pain. Even then, he had a godlike pain resistance.
"It seems you have punched the one who, helped Velvet against Winchester." A big armoured guy said to the utterly red dude. It was true - only his uniform actually wasn't red! Actually, he might have been racist there... So sorry?
"Wasn't my fault! From a distance, it looked like something else." Fox tried to explain, only to dig himself into an even bigger hole.
"Like what?" questioned Velvet, who crossed her arms. Imra blinked, before realizing that she was likely nervous when meeting someone new - with her teammates, she was probably more casual.
"Er..."
Six pointed out, "Ya should get away, before you dig yourself into the biggest hole known to man - the point of being beaten by a girl with a handbag."
"What is that about handbags?" asked a beret wearing girl.
"That Fox is going to get beaten up by Velvet." He replied, easily.
"Hmm... Probably."
"Are we going to introduce each over? Me, and Coco don't know this man." Big armoured guy stated.
"This is Imra, and this is Coco," Velvet introduced, pointing to the beret-wearing girl. "And Yatsuhashi."
"Hullo." He waved, unconcerned by anyone watching.
"Wait, aren't you Courier Six?" asked Coco, curiously.
"Yup. That's me, why are ya asking?" He confirmed.
"You're the one that beat up two Nevermores with just a sword, right?"
"Yeah why? I would normally use my shotgun, or my mini-gun, but I wanted to burn off some steam..."
"...That is the only reason you didn't use a gun?"
"Nope. Had no ammo for my mini-gun, and my shotgun was going to be used on something smaller." Six explained to the fashionista.
"Poor you."
"I knew that someone would understand."
He entered his (and Team RWBY's) dorm, and glanced around, expecting them to be there. They weren't, and left a note, saying 'Gone to Vale. Will see you in a bit.'
He shrugged, and mused, that he didn't have anything to do, so he would hop onto the next airship to Vale. And the next one, was in a minute.
He quickly smashed the door open, completely breaking it, and rushed towards the airship, jumping onto the next flight, just as the doors were closing. He recognized that he still had his uniform on, and quickly but on his battle/casual clothing, with his Pip-Boy, completely ignoring the incredulous looks he was getting.
Six quickly saw Vale in the distance, after thirty minutes, quickly jumped out of the window, landing fifteen meters lower, quickly changing his boots to the boots of a dismantled, and half broken Power Armour, which would cushion his fall... Whilst making a big ass crater.
He looked around, once again ignoring the wide eyed stares he had gotten. He looked around, and quickly saw a very recognizable bow in the middle of a shop, staring at him.
Imra walked in, calmly, and called, "Fancy seeing you here, Blake?"
He was frantically pulled to the side, by the aggravated girl, and pulled to a table, where he saw a monkey guy.
"What are you doing, here, Imra?!" hissed the ninja at him.
"I was going to find you guys, because I'm bored." He replied, easily.
"Does that involve crashing into the ground, like a terrorist?"
"Yes. And why are you here, and not with Ruby, Yang and Weiss?" The Courier asked.
The angry/sad look that entered her face, quickly suggested to Six that they got into an argument. "I got into a fight with Weiss, about the Faunus."
"...What do people have against Faunus? Monkey boy over there, looks badass, and Velvet looks cute..." Six ranted. "They're normal people as far as I can tell..."
The appraising look from Blake quickly cemented something. He whispered to her, "Are you a Faunus?"
Her bow twitched, and her expression became distressed. "Yes."
"...Whatever it is, I'll help you with it. Whatever the fuck it is." He proclaimed, bluntly. It was true, because whoever managed to become his friend, he would go to end of the world for. Unfortunately, he didn't have any friends in the Wasteland.
"...Thank you, Imra." Blake whispered, and quickly showed him a place next to her and monkey guy. "This is Sun."
"Hey." The Faunus waved.
He nodded. "And what happened, exactly? At least Ruby, and Yang would have been accepting of you."
"I was... Involved with the White Fang," The Faunus in disguise explained, and when Six looked confused, she elaborated. "They were slowly becoming a group that I didn't like, and it ended up becoming a terrorist group."
Whatever Blake had expected from him, he was going to not give it to her. "So? I was a mercenary for a while, assassinating officials, and stuff like that."
She seemed surprised at his admittance, and relieved when Six had said that he didn't care. "...So, I left the group, so me and Sun were planning on seeing if it was actually the White Fang, stealing all of this Dust. Do you want in?"
He nodded, despite the fact that he didn't even know what Dust was, and gave her a look. "Remember what I said, earlier? If someone becomes my friend, I'll help them whatever it is."
She gave him a small smile. "Okay. Let's go."
They left the shop, and Imra stated, "If we are going to find out if they are actually stealing stuff, then we should ask Dust shop owners, when the next Dust delivery comes."
"I was just about to say that." Sun piped up.
Imra gave him a deadpan look. "And? I said it first. Anyway, let's get going."
Blake was already at work, quickly asking if a Dust delivery was due. The shop owner was looking at her suspiciously, but when the Courier, discretely pulled out his katana, the shop keeper quickly told her where it was due.
"Well, apparently a massive Dust delivery, is arriving at the docks... In about an hour. And, Imra, I know you threatened the shop keeper." She said, glaring at Six.
He shrugged. "I said that I would help. I helped."
"Still..."
"It would have taken us thirty minutes, if we had done this normally, and we are on the over side of Vale to the docks." He explained.
"Okay. Let's go."
It was when they had leapt onto a building, that the Courier found himself discontented. "Oi! You aren't going to leave me on the cold hard floor, are you?"
"I bet that in your watch, that you have something that could make go even faster then us." Blake deadpanned.
"Let me see... Oh yeah! I have something." He pulled out a pair of boots, quickly put them on. He then held his heel down for fifteen seconds, and suddenly, he was levitating five meters, higher. "Yes! They work!"
"What the hell is that?!" exclaimed Sun.
"This is a piece of equipment that through solar energy, you can levitate. However if something disturbs it, like a bullet, it will fall to the ground, and become as heavy as Blake." He explained.
Sun was about to ask something else, before Blake interrupted, "Sun. Imra always has something that's utter bullshit. Leave it at that."
He hesitated, before replying, "Fine."
"Oi? I'm flying in solar boots, let's go." Six said, irritably.
He quickly accelerated, with Blake and Sun, easily following him, yet not limiting themselves. Imra mused about these boots, and how impractical they actually were. They constantly relied on solar energy, to have an anti-gravitational pull towards the Earth, which to him was impossible. He had studied physics in college, god dammit!
The gravitational pull of the Earth was too strong to be resisted. But, he had a small theory, how they actually levitated.
It was a sort of a magnet, that instead of attracting itself, it went further away. Similar to how two magnets attempt to put them together, you have resistance. So, with solar energy, they must have somehow put two extremely powerful magnets, try and connect them, and then enclose them, so that they always were attached. And the two magnets were what?
Well, the boot and a magnet. And, then the button which was under his heel, put the two together, which forced it to levitate. It didn't have much base to it, and when he was actually in college, he was on missions for greedy politicians for the most part. Actually six days out of the week, leaving only the Monday for actual class. So, he had gotten kicked out.
He was shaken from his thoughts by Blake, who had punched his boots, forcing him to fall on the ground, extremely hard. It didn't make a crater, but it did leave a crack in the ground.
"Before we start, Imra, can you not kill them?" The cat Faunus asked, knowing of his assassinations. She had done a few of those, and wasn't particularly scared of him - friendship seemed sacred to him.
"Fine. I'll only break their legs." He offered, unknowingly sounding a lot like a hammer wielding orange haired girl.
"Imra. Remember you promised.""If ya want. I'm not paying for collateral damage, though." Six said, before Blake's ears perked up.
"Airship incoming! Get behind a crate." The disguised Faunus ordered, and the trio were quickly behind a crate.
"Get those Dust crates in. Hurry, we aren't exactly the most discrete at the moment." A loud voice proclaimed. The Courier noticed that he had a rather extravagant fashion sense - a bowler hat, white coat, and a cane. And orange hair that draped over his eyes.
"What are the White Fang doing with Torchwick?" Blake asked, herself.
Imra quickly noticed, what the girl was about to do, but unlike Sun, who was going to stop her, he resolved to simply follow her. He had done worst things - who managed to escape the NCR with only a mini-gun? And destroy the last car in the Wasteland?
She leapt out, and quickly exclaimed, "The White Fang! This man is simply using you!"
"Look at what the cat brought in - oh another cat." Roman taunted, "The White Fang are under my control at the moment."
"But... Why?"
"Can't tell you, girlie. It's bad for business. Anyway, kill her. She'll interrupt the operation." The bowler hat wearing man ordered.
It was at this moment, that Sun, and Six, leapt out of the crates, to quickly land in a triangle formation.
"Sun," Imra said to the blonde, "Try to look after Blake. I'll handle the big bad."
"He's mine, Imra!" exclaimed Blake.
"No, he isn't. He's a killer, and I can tell you aren't one. You may have done it, but I am much better." He retorted, and quickly pulled out his katana.
He blocked a punch, and quickly kicked the opposing Faunus into a group, gaining a path to Roman. Torchwick called out, "So, are we going to fight one versus one? Or are your Faunus friends going to help?"
"Could say the same to you," Six commented. "Nice hat by the way."
"Thank you," The thief replied, before shouting, "Don't attack me or the other guy!"
"Now, are we going to get at it?" asked the Courier, calmly.
"Sure."
Imra quickly slashed at the thief's torso, with the man blocking it with his cane. So, the cane was a weapon, then?
He backed up, and quickly recognized that the man was using a form of bartitsu, only much more practical. He launched himself at the man, aiming to kick Torchwick, in the stomach.
The man blocked with his forearm, just as Six used his body as a way to strike at Roman, with an overhead swing. It was blocked by the cane, and Six found himself thrown back.
He landed on his feet, quickly jumping over the sweeping attack of Roman, with Imra quickly taking the initiative to punch the man in the face. He landed it, making the man stagger, but had the reflexes to block his slash.
"Making it easy for me, Torchwick?"
"Could say the same thing, Courier Six!"
The man activated the flare gun mechanic on his cane, quickly shooting at Imra, who had barely had any time to roll out of the way. It immediately exploded next to him, sending him a few meters backwards.
A small woman landed next to Roman, with her umbrella serving as a way to lower herself. Torchwick seemed exasperated. "Neo! I thought you were supposed to remain on the ship?"
The pink/brown haired woman quickly pulled out her phone, tapping a message on it.
"...Hmm. So you want to fight this guy?" asked the man.
The woman avidly nodded, but Imra felt the need to interject. "So, you're saying that this woman is better then you? How does that feel, Torchwick, to be beaten by someone who barely reaches your chest?"
Neo smirked at Imra, and quickly pulled out her scroll, and tapped a message onto her scroll towards Torchwick.
"I thought that you would like him. Anyway, I'm leaving." Roman said, as he walked off.
The woman held out her umbrella, and Imra leapt at the woman, who blocked his kick, with her umbrella opening up. He furrowed his brows, and the small woman leapt at him, before his reflexes screamed at him, that she was actually behind him.
He blocked the sword, and frantically leapt backwards.
Those were illusions! How the fuck was he supposed to battle that?!
Imra remembered, an blind man, who managed to battle his way through a legion of the NCR, and he had said, "If your mind is fooling you, let your body do the rest, for that is the way to fight it."
He let his body, do the work, and ducked under the swing of Neo, and kicked the small woman in the chest.
It had surprised her enough, that she crashed into the crates. He decided to not let her have the opportunity to use her illusions, and waited for her, not using his guns, since he was certain, that in this case, they would be next to useless.
He jumped over a swing from the short woman, but she had suddenly managed to get behind him. His reflexes screamed at him to move, and he jumped to the side, not before his shoulder was cut from Neo's sword.
She smiled at him, and tauntingly switched her eye colour around. Was that supposed to anger him? He smiled back at her, and jumped back into the fray.
The woman was pulling no punches, and he wasn't either.
He blocked every sword hit, and every punch, and she blocked every sword strike, and every kick.
Six pulled out his pistol, the only one that would be of use in this situation, and quickly shot a bullet into the umbrella, only for the woman to suddenly have a massive shield to interrupt his shot, and he jumped back.
"What the heck is this?" He asked the woman.
She pointed, at the Dust containers, and the Courier quickly understood. "You used Dust? Pretty cool of you."
"But, Neo, we both have business, so let's finish this." He proposed to the woman.
She nodded. Suddenly, a barrage of fire, water, and wind were thrown at him, and he pulled out Pew Pew. He shot a round, and found that it had made a crack into the barrier.
He smiled, and as he narrowly avoided the barrage, he was shooting the barrier, before it broke. Neo was wide-eyed, and he quickly landed in front of her. He held out his pistol, and knocked her out, with massive blow to the head.
He turned towards Blake, and Sun who were staring at him wide-eyed.
"What?" He asked, only to turn around, finding...
AN: Yep. I had to do it.
A cliffhanger! Hope you liked how I did this, because with the fact that I have introduced, around about seven characters, in this chapter, I feel I've done good.
Also, if you're asking, it is true that in martial arts, you can actually fight blind. Six was blind with Neo (technically), and I feel I have made a suitable counter for him - illusions.
Not the only one, but it is a rather big one. And if you're asking, why I have messed around with the time-line, (in the fact that the episodes "The Stray" and "Black and White" are before "Jaunedice"), it's actually for a rather simple reason...
The fact that it was planned all along, because I have a plan in mind for the fact that whilst RWBY are out doing White Fang stuff, that Imra, can now mess with JNPR... Without RWBY.
Have another plan in mind for Neo, but I'll let you figure that out.
Anyway, see you later. Hope you enjoyed.
