Ruby stepped into the grey power armor. It was nothing like what she expected, but she'd take what she could get. In fact, she had never seen anything like it. She expected the Altesian Paladins that they had fought on the train back at Mountain Glenn. But this was different. It was more humanoid than the Paladins, and a little more clunky, but nowhere near in size comparison. Compared to herself the suit was huge, but this was only because she was a small person.

She looked to her right, seeing a crashed helicopter/plane thing beside her, crashed into the roof, rubble and jagged metal everywhere. Ruby ducked through the opening in the side, moving past the broken chair, she gripped the machine gun turret attached to the vehicle. And, using the strength from the suit, she ripped the gun out of its stand, the screws screeching in protest, ending with a loud clank as the screws finally snapped.

"This is a nice gun." She mumbled to herself. "I shall dub it...um…" Ruby read the inscription on the ceiling, then coming up with a name. "The Vertibird."

Having given a name for her weapon, (because she's Ruby) she leapt down from the building, landing on the pavement with a loud, mechanical thud, along with the sound of Pistons retracting.

WBY and NPR could hear this noise, and felt the vibrations from where they were standing, some of them almost losing their balance. "The hell was that?" Weiss asked, speaking for all of them.

"It was probably your friend with the Power Armor." Their new friend, Preston explained.

With each step Ruby took, Pistons retracting sounded off, making it easier for Ruby to lug around the large, clunky armor. And with that, "The Vertibird", which was currently firing thirty rounds a second at some poor raiders.

Once Ruby believed that she had thoroughly fucked their shit in, she began to make her way back to the museum. Just before she reached the front door of the building, the pavement began to split and crack, moving upwards as something pushed on it. Ruby spun around, aiming her weapon at it, a little scared by this show of power. "The hell?" She asked no one in particular. Her question was soon answered, as a huge lizard-esque creature rose out. It had huge horns on its head, and rather large claws. It reminded Ruby of a Beowulf, but was much bigger.

The creature let out a pants-shitting roar that could be heard for miles, telling anyone who could hear it, to get the fuck out of here.

WBY and NPR, however, needed to know what it was. "And that?" Pyrrha asked Preston.

"That…." He paused. "Is a Deathclaw. Your friend needs help."

Without a moment's hesitation, the six dashed for the door, running out to where this "Deathclaw" was. When they got out onto the street, they saw that Ruby was dumping rounds into its skull, seemingly pissing it off. WBY and NPR all began to aid their friend, firing their own weapons at the creature. It wasn't long before the Deathclaw limply fell to the ground.

"That was close." Ruby said, panting as she walked up to where her friends stood. "My power armor is almost out of power."

"What now?" Blake asked.

"We go talk to that guy."

"Preston?" Pyrrha asked.

"Yeah." Ruby panted, stepping out of her armor, taking the power core with her. When she stepped out, the other's notice a significant increase in leather armor, along with an assault gas mask. "You guys should take anything you find useful off of these raiders. I sure did."

Ruby entered the building, having sent them off so that they didn't notice Jaune was missing.

She poked her head into the room where she left the blonde, seeing the body she had his him under overturned, and Jaune gone. Ruby glanced back out to the others, making sure he wasn't among them before having a freak-out that already, one of them was missing. She dashed up the stairs to where Preston was. "Have you seen a blonde guy around here?" She asked.

"No, ma'am." He told her, "We're in your debt. If you need the Minutemen for anything, just ask."

Ruby removed her mask, holding it under her arm. "Okay, I'll keep that in mind." She told him, kneeling down as Zwei ran up to her, emerging from the room the Minutemen were housed in.

"Here's some compensation for your help." He pulled out a small, beat up tin, and handed it to her. Ruby inspected the box, seeing a 200 written on the top. "What is this?" She asked.

"It's two hundred caps." He told her.

"You'll have to forgive me. This is all so new to me. To all of us." She stuffed the tin into her pouch, which she had found on a raider, and was now using it to carry ammo, and her fusion core.

"You're vault dwellers, aren't you?" He asked.

"We came from a vault. Yes."

"Nobody warned you about all this?"

"Nobody was around. We were put on ice the day the bombs fell."

"Do you know how long it's been?" He asked her, looking concerned.

"No idea." She told him, shrugging.

"The bombs dropped in 2015. It's 2226."

"Two hundred years?" She gaped, trying to comprehend the information.

"That's two hundred… Lien? Is that what they called it?"

Ruby nodded. "Thank you."

She turned and began to walk back to where the others were. They had finished looting the raiders, and were now sitting on the stairs.

"We've been out for a while."