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Remnant's Courier

Chapter V

The Split


Roman Torchwick had been attempting to drown out of his sorrows, when he had apparently gotten drunk and then thrown out of Junior's by an angry blonde girl nearly two hours after he had gotten drunk.

He frowned, his reflexes despite the fact that they were dampened by alcohol, had enabled him to avoid the many punches, and other things that she had attempted to hit him with. His headache was really annoying him at the moment, even as he dodged the Huntress-in-training, even as her comrades shouted at her to stop.

He finally reached his boiling point, and started channelled his aura into his arms. He finally attacked back with a might cane hit to her stomach, which sent her flying into a concrete wall which broke under the force of the hit.

"Are we done yet?" The thief asked, annoyed. "I need a headache pill, and you blondie, are not helping at all."

"I'm going to bring you in!" exclaimed the blonde.

"I've heard that before, you know?" He replied, now bored instead of annoyed. "Never worked before, never worked now, and will never work."

Apparently, deciding that she had enough of hearing him talk, which happened a lot and was his wanted effect, she leapt at him again with a slightly greater speed.

"Oh? What will I ever do?" He mocked, smirking at her irritated expression as he avoided her punches by batting them away with his cane.

"Shut up!" shouted the Huntress, as she got even more angrier, her eyes going red.

"Hmm. You have a damage-absorbing Semblance, eh?" He asked, noticing that she had gotten up even stronger then before. He did have a way of beating those type of Semblances, but felt like mocking her a bit more.

Getting bored of this type of dance, he suddenly sped up his attacks, and kicked her in the stomach just as his cane hit her in the chin. His body actively reinforcing itself with aura, it cause a lot of damage to the girl which once gain destroyed part of a building.

"Are you done? I could have ended this as soon as you attacked." Roman stated, seriously. "And I personally hate those type of people that attack before others can explain what they are doing."

"So, what are you doing?" asked a voice that he immediately recognized.

A group of Huntsmen and Huntresses in training, were grouped in front of him, with the cat girl speaking to him. He wondered what he had said after he had gotten drunk, since she looked like she wanted to pity him.

"So, the kitty cat returns," he muttered to himself, before he answered. "I'm getting over the fact that my own boss wants me dead for some reason. Oh, and that a trench-coat wearing bastard has my partner, who is probably now his partner for some reason."

The glares he received for that off-handed comment, signified that they cared for that guy for some reason... Might simply be a thing that all 'heroes' like one another.

With 'criminals' it's way more easier to get what you wanted, for you could either get information that one of their allies is betraying them and all hell broke loose. At least between those two, but hey.

"So, is he near here somewhere? With Neo in tow?" He questioned. He wasn't exactly in a position of power, but they probably thought that if they actually tried to hurt him, that his other criminal friends would help him. Hah. As if. 'Honour amongst thieves' is such a bullshit saying, because it's utterly false.

"Yeah, I'm here." So. Heroes do stick together, eh?

"Thought I'd see you here." The thief commented off-handedly. "So is my one of my favourite partners-in-crime, here?"

He immediately noticed the tricoloured girl that was slowly walking out of the bar, looking... Nervous? Heh. Never thought that his nearly psychopathic partner could actually get nervous.

The orange-haired man didn't really know what to think, as he nearly agonizingly watched her move over to him. The petite woman immediately took out her Scroll, and tapped a message on it, shoving it into his face. "So... Are you all right?"

"Huh. Never thought you'd grow soft, Neo." He replied, adding a massive amount of sarcasm on 'soft'.

She shot him the finger, but did actually look like she cared. Which was exceptional. "I bet that you've switched alliances, haven't you?"

"Haven't you?" asked the red-haired girl who gripped her spear in case he attacked.

He gave a short smile that held a mixture of contempt and amusement, and answered. "Do you really think that I'm on the other side? Whenever I've been betrayed..."

The next sentence was filled with utter venom. "I destroy them, torture them and then kill them if I'm feeling merciful enough. Does that paint a good picture in your innocent heads? I'm willing to bet that trench-coat man can tell you, various ways of destroying somebody to their very core."

"Roman." spoke up the only one that seemed to be any danger to him. The others spelled annoyances to him. "I think that you and Ozpin have similar goals. Why don't you help us?"

"Hmm. Give me a few reasons why, then? I have a vast radius of contacts, and what does Ozpin have that I do not? What do you have that I do not?" The thief asked, awaiting an answer.

"Firstly, there is the fact that Ozpin has contacts that control entire armies, and he also has an army to help him. From what I've seen of this place, criminals apart from you seem to be incompetent compared to a Huntsman." proposed the sword-wielding teenager. The boy was still twenty, a similar age to Neo.

"Continue, continue," implored the criminal, with a smile on his face as he imagined the things that he would do to Cinder when he got the permission to do whatever he wanted to her.

"Second, if you two share information we can root out this person, and let you do whatever you want with her."

A wide sinister grin erupted on his face. "I think that we have a deal, mister...?"

"Imra."

The two men shook hands, which sealed the deal that would change the games of men and monsters.


Six felt that the amount of malicious intent towards whoever that had screwed the thief over was nearly through the roof.

He did have Benny crucified as soon as he had gotten enough information, on Yes Man and the army of robots, so he would be a hypocrite if he didn't say that he had a sadistic streak to whoever that screwed him over even if it was only once.

Teams RWBY and JNPR were currently trying to disguise their real thoughts on the man, it was obvious that they could barely stand him. RWBY slightly less, despite the fact that three from their team had fought against the man. JNPR had only seen the propaganda that the news was saying about him, so they looked like they wanted to discretely kill him.

Neo and Torchwick seemed to be engaged in a quiet conversation, and since it looked private he left the two alone.

He was the one that was piloting the airship, towards Beacon. Luckily, no aerial Grimm had come to attempt to dampen the party that was happening.

The Courier landed on the heliport with a slight crash, and was the last one out instead of the first unlike last time. He suddenly felt like a loner, but found that he was perfectly fine with it.

The only companion that he remembered having was Rex, and even then his near constant battles with the NCR, Brotherhood, Mr House and the Legion eventually became too dangerous for the bionic dog to remain with him, so he made him come back to the King.

"You okay, Imra?" asked Blake, as she waited for him.

"Yeah. Just surprised at the fact that nearly every time, that I go out to Vale, something happens." He replied, with a smirk on his face that was hiding his real thoughts.

The Faunus let out a sound of amusement, but said. "Maybe you have a curse, or something?"

"Maybe. It happened in the Mojave, a lot." He commented, getting slightly nostalgic.

"How was the Mojave?" asked the ninja-girl, curiously. When she got merely a look for her troubles, she started explaining her reasoning. "I think you've seen enough of Remnant to get a sentiment, on what's happening."

"Hmm. The Mojave is a desert, and nearly every settlement is nearly a mile apart. There's a city called New Vegas, that is one of the only cities in the USA, that was left relatively untouched by the nuclear bombs. There's conflict like this place, between the NCR, Mr House, the Legion and me, to try and gain control of Hoover Dam, which controlled one of the only clean spaces of water in the Wasteland, and the electricity of New Vegas." He explained. He was giving Blake a shorter version of what he had explained to Neo, so he had practically recited it.

"Why were you one of the ones fighting in this war?" questioned the cat Faunus. He noted that there was a slight undertone of suspicion that appeared in her voice.

"Simply because of the fact that what they were all doing, was morally wrong even to me. Mr House was ignoring all of the poor people that lived in Freeside, which is essentially the slums, and had been manipulating nearly the entirety of the USA for nearly two hundred years. The NCR was going to enforce overpriced taxes, and I managed to gain information that if somebody didn't pay, they'd go to prison and let me tell you that they aren't particularly nice. The Legion was going to burn everything to the ground, and enslave all of the Mojave." Six continued, as rage escaped from the control that he had of his emotions.

After a few seconds of contemplation, she replied. "I... agree. Honestly, neither of those options sound good."

"Would you have done the same?" Imra questioned, curiously.

Blake pursued her lips in contemplation, and shook her head in the negative. "I wouldn't have. And I feel like that no-one here, could have either."

"Maybe not." The Courier said, as his eyes eventually lay on Jaune and Ruby. Whilst they were both incredibly naïve, and one of them was inexperienced, he felt that they could have... Even if they had probably succumbed to either Mr House's or the NCR's machinations.

The Legion would have disgusted them, as righteous as they were. Six was technically in better terms with them then either the NCR or Mr House, since he had managed to get the tumour in Caesar's brain fixed.

Even then, that was only because Caesar was a much option to lead the Legion then Lanius was. At least, with Caesar there would a slight notion of peace if he lost... If it was Lanius, the whole of the Mojave would burn.

He wasn't arrogant enough to think, that with the army of robots that had been under his disposal, he was certain to win. There was always an uncertainty, even if Yes Man had assured him that victory was within his grasp.

Whilst he hadn't advertised it openly, he reckoned that his enemies knew that he had had an army at his disposal.

He was suddenly reminded of all his duties, that he had left to... Nobody. The entirety of the Mojave was probably in a tense state, with the three factions probably worried that he might make a sudden appearance.

He personally hoped that either the King, or another guy/girl that ended up in his situation would continue his work. He had left journals in case, he ever died or became missing.

Yes Man was still in Benny's old room, and was hopefully not waiting for him. He had been so preoccupied with the problems of Remnant, that he had forgotten about the war.

He absently walked past the group of ten, and eventually found himself in his dormitory, writing in a book. He looked over it, and found that he had written down notes.

Notes on what Remnant was, what was the situation around here, and how many factions there are at the moment. He had apparently done the same with the Mojave, and found that there were a near equal amount of problems, that had varying consequences.

Remnant: a planet that hasn't had a nuclear disaster hit it. There is a problem that is equal or worse, that involves creatures called Grimm. Despite the fact that I haven't met a lot of the species, I have made the observation that their numbers pose a problem to this supposed paradise.

But I wonder... Why aren't they attacking yet? Their numbers alone could wipe this place of the map, so why haven't they done so? Has there been some type of hero that managed to scare the Grimm away?

So many questions pop up, but I've managed to make a list of the factions that revolve around the area.

Ozpin. There is always the supposed bad guy, and there is always the supposed good guy. Whilst I think he's a cool dude, it is obvious that he knows more, and has done more, then anyone that I have met here. Good or not.

The Queen. A mysterious figure that seems to want a hostile takeover of this paradise. Whilst, she's trying to make it out that she is the sole mind behind this operation, I feel like there is someone/thing commanding her.

The Grimm. The general antagonist, that big monster under the bed. They feed of the negative emotions of mankind. Despite the fact that they are the 'antagonist', they could be manipulated into doing someone's bidding.

The Mojave Wasteland has similar problems, but when he looked into his Pip-Boy, the drug that had gotten him here had disappeared in his arrival here.

It all came crashing down on him, before he could even realize it. The friends that he had. The people that looked at him like a saviour when they heard of his exploits. Rex. Raul. Cass. Veronica. Arcade. Lily.

He had forgotten about them, his thoughts having been consumed by thoughts of this planet. Whilst they had supported him on his quest to independence, he had pushed them away since it was too dangerous. Rex had been on his mind, but he had felt so detached about his friend.

Why had he been so detached? What the fuck was wrong with him?

He hoped that they would forget about him.

Just hand your conscience over to me... You know that you want to.

No, I don't...

You do. I am you, as you are me. Hand yourself over, Shiro. Just like all of those other times, where you become enraged or saddened. Do it.

The other personality went silent, and Kuro knew that his work was done. All that was left, was to wait for the Courier's body to become used to him taking over once more.


Kuro gave a small smirk, as he stretched his limbs. It felt good to be in control, for the first time in nearly four years. He had manipulated Shiro's thoughts into realizing what he had also done about those supposed 'friends'. Whenever he had control of this body, he had dismissed whatever companions that he had before, and went on a killing spree.

But, he didn't feel like killing everything in his path. And with the fact that he was almost certainly going to be killed, if he even tried made him hesitate.

The familiar feeling of a sword on his back comforted him, and he pulled it out from the sheath on his back. It was a light sword, that he was certain could do a lot of damage to the Grimm. There was a revolver that managed to fit into the tip of the sword, which would be very useful and even deadly in nearly every situation that he imagined himself using it in.

He took off what Shiro thought was the NCR ranger armour (which was in fact the Elite Riot Gear), and put on the Assassin suit that he had gotten when doing that job for Father Elijah... Which he had only done, because he had been curious on the Sierra Madre.

After getting himself ready for whatever this new place would throw at him, he exited the room that Shiro had set up, and immediately took off as soon as he realized where he was.

Why the fuck was he in a school? He knew that this place was called Remnant, and there was these things called Huntsmen, Huntresses and Grimm, but he hadn't expected to be thrown right in the middle of this kind of territory.

Six ran past that strange group of ten that seemed to be shouting for him, which he ignored and went towards (if Shiro had been correct) the heliport. The many times where people shouted for his name, was either to kill him or to try and become his friend.

The closest thing he even had to an acquaintance was Shiro, and even then they hated each other. And he was the result of the strange brain condition, that changed his body depending on which personality controlled it.

For example, Shiro was a tall, blue eyed and brown haired man that somehow ended up sympathizing with nearly everyone that he met, and was handy with a melee weapon, explosives and normal guns.

Him? He was also tall but he had black hair instead of brown. Six didn't actually know why or how his hair changed when his personality changed. It was weird. But, he could manipulate nearly entire towns to murder each other, and was extremely good at hand-to-hand combat and energy weapons. He and Shiro were strong enough to wipe out an entire platoon of soldiers of any faction that fought them, even if their skills were different, but he did it with a brutality that Shiro just couldn't comprehend.

There was the fact that he murdered the entirety of Primm after Shiro had gotten hold of Yes Man, that may have contributed to that sentiment.

Not that he cared. He only killed entire towns if he became bored enough, or if they annoyed him in any way shape or form. He wouldn't do that here, because if his other personality was correct, he'd eventually be killed by the many Huntsmen or Huntresses in the area.

He eventually flew off with the airship, before anyone could react to his disappearance. He had done that so no-one could try and stop him. Maybe he'd find a town away from civilisation and vent out his destructive urges.

Meanwhile, a world away, a survivor was going to find the base of the man that had helped form the Mojave, the way it was now.


She was looking over the nearly overwhelming amount of traps, and gulped. The Brotherhood of Steel had transported themselves over to New Vegas, to try and discuss a truce between the mysterious leader of New Vegas, and themselves. She had gone off exploring, because she had only been brought here because she was the supposed 'leader'. Pfff. As if.

As she spied down her sight, she noted that one of the C4's was poking out of the ground, and fired a shot. The explosion sounded out, the force of it throwing her off her feet, into a nearby rock. She winced at the pain, but stood up looking over the carnage that whoever owned this base had done.

The area that she was in, was a mountain with a massive rupture between it that had definitely been mined out using explosives. It led to a black metal door that had been covered with traps, explosives and other dangerous things.

Now, rock had collapsed over the entrance, which made her resist the urge to groan. But, luckily for her the explosions had opened up a part of the base...

"Oh shit." Laura cursed when she saw what had opened up, a couple of feet in front of her. The ground had opened up to reveal that there was a Power Armour, with an armoury nearly the size of the one that the Brotherhood owned.

She was only a medic that barely knew anything about a gun, apart from that it needed ammunition, that a button fired a bullet, and how to use the visor! Not how to modify it or anything like that?

But curiosity struck her like radiation in the Glowing Sea, and she leapt down. Her legs protested, but she ignored them as a terminal was right in front of her, begging to be used and read.

She obeyed that urge, and opened it up. It was a journal... About Courier Six?

The guy who managed to beat the Legion, and the NCR from the Mojave? That one? Also, there were stories about how he single-handedly defeated seven Deathclaw on his own, with barely any damage done to him, but she had scoffed at those stories.

She could barely defeat one, with the best Power Armour that the Brotherhood had at their disposal, so how could he do that? She might not be the best in the world, but she had been good enough to kill Kellogg, so that was something... She supposed?

But the proof was in front of her. There were also entries detailing how he had a brain condition, after being shot two times in the head at point-blank range which to her medical mind screamed 'IMPOSSIBLE', but since he had been around and had done shit, it had to be true.

Laura also read how he fought against his psychotic personality, who could murder entire towns. Instead of feeling scared of the man that had disappeared five years ago, she instead felt pity.

Here was a man that aspired to do what he thought was good, but had another personality that instantly contradicted his morals.

There were also other entries, that detailed his other adventures about the Sierra Madre, Utah's Zion National Park, how he had been abducted, and the Divide with another Courier called Ulysses.

She eventually closed the terminal, impressed with what the guy had done for the Mojave. She continued onwards, and eventually found a living area, that had a few drugs on a table, with probably more in a draw.

What intrigued her was the drug that was labelled 'ONLY USE WHEN EXTREMELY BORED'. She was impressed, but bored with her situation.

Laura took hold of the drug, and immediately injected herself. Oh shit.

"Waiiiitttt... I don't have any toxins resistaaaannnccceee..." She mumbled as her senses dimmed out, and all went black.

And people say that doctors make no mistakes.


AN: Hmm. I wonder how this is going to go over. This chapter has ignored that last part of the last chapter, because well... It's gonna be answered in the next one.

Because, we have Kuro taking over the Courier's body, a Sole Survivor who isn't the god of the Commonwealth, and Roman changing sides (which isn't really sure because he is well, a back-stabbing criminal). Also what did Roman talk about to make even Blake pity him? Six didn't hear it, so what did she hear? Another question... With about another five million answers.

Also, when I say that she isn't the god of the Commonwealth, that is because she is an intelligence/agility/charisma build that has little to no experience in combat but is an incredible medic.

The only reason that she survived in the early days was pure luck, Dogmeat and the fact that Preston distracted the Deathclaw with his rifle so she could get a good amount of shots in. (Preston did something other then annoy the player, yay!)

I actually got to play her, and I found that combat was very, very difficult even in Normal difficulty. I barely had any points in either strength or endurance, so I was fucked as soon as I got fired at.

She did have a saviour under the name of Nick Valentine/Dogmeat/Codsworth, who between the three of them save her in nearly every fight.

But, even if I did get back into F:4 with this build, F:NV is still my favourite game of all time, especially since I am playing a Evil Courier.

Well, I hoped you enjoyed because I felt like a lot has gone down.