Paved with Good Intentions Ch 1:Forgive me Father, a Fallout + RWBY Crossover fanfic

Chapter 1: Forgive me Father.

A Fallout and RWBY crossover? Aren't I original.

Not really, lmao.

This was inspired by Not All Those Who Wander Are Lost; an RWBY/Fallout crossover fanfic, and Teenage Mercenary; a webcomic. It's Fallout 3 but y'know modded Fallout 3, as in TTW and some other stuff, because Bugthesda fucking suck, and launching Fallout 3 clean is impossible for me without screwing around with the ini file, and installing some executable from Nexus. I thought fuck it, already started with the mods, so, might as well go all in with mods, then I got an idea for a story stuck in my head and it wouldn't leave, and heyho, here we are.

AU by the way, since it just gives me room to try new things.

All rights go to their owners.

Cover art by Ars Goetia Games on Twitter, check 'em out, or maybe check out their games; The Blind Prophet or Hellslave they both got the same dope art style.

Talking: "Called a peacemaker but I never knew why. Never knew why, I didn't understand."

Thinking: 'Cause Mama said the pistol is the devil's right hand.'

"See that? It was your mother's favourite passage. It's from the Bible. Revelation 21:6. I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end. I will give unto him that is athrist of the fountain of the water of life freely… She always loved that."-James speaking to his son about Catherine.

Alex stared at the isolated Red Rocket truck stop through his sniper scope, he was completely still in a prone stance. His elbow held the barrel steady while his finger was on the trigger, ready to fire. The gas station seemed completely innocuous. The gas station didn't look like an encampment for raiders, super-mutants, or as he was expecting Enclave. After all, the three Enclave troops he tormented for intel all pointed to this location, he even kept them separate, so they couldn't corroborate their stories in case they were making it up.

Alex sniffs, his eyes scanning the pit-stop non-stop, a voice in his head telling him there was someone in there. He keeps watching, seconds turn into minutes and minutes turn into an hour. Just as he's about to put the sniper away, he spots a flicker of a shadow moving.

He snaps the rifle to the flicker, taking a deep breath. Something was definitely moving. He exhales then squeezes the trigger and the crack of a gunshot echoes, the gun bucks into his shoulder. The .308 bullet slams into the wall of the truck stop. Something jumps out as predicted but to his relieved annoyance, it's only a malnourished molerat, which shoots out of the building in a tizzy, squeaking, and snarling, afraid and confused. He could see its ribs poking against its skin, saliva dripping onto the floor as it growls. It runs away, screeching the whole way in an attempt to deter any would-be predators. Alex has his scope on the molerat. His finger rests on the trigger before releasing it with a hum. 'Not enough meat on it to warrant a bullet.' The rodent runs off into the sunset, surviving the encounter until the next one.

He holsters the custom sniper, swapping it out for his custom 10mm pistol. He slowly proceeds to the truck stop, his head on a swivel. He enters through the front door of the truck and stops in the front room, cash register, and all. He scans the front, looking for anything to stand out. He walks around the counter, pistol in hand, nothing but a turned-over chair and grime on the shattered floor. He enters the manager's office. It seemed off to his eyes, as if the damage and junk lying around was surgical in some way, planted to make it seem less suspicious.

Some items had a distinct lack of dust. The oddest part was the bookshelf, it wasn't right up against the wall, but instead pressed against the door frame, unable to see behind the bookcase due to the odd angle of the bookcase. He grabs the side of the bookshelf and tosses it to the ground, the flimsy furniture snapping a board upon impact.

Lo and behold a hatch. Alex scoffs at the poorly hidden entrance. He crouches down, he grabs the wheel, and attempts to twist, the wheel resists, not moving. He grunts in exertion, putting more strength in his attempt to open it. For a moment, nothing happens as he strains against the wheel before he feels something loosen, the wheel spinning with ease now. A ghost of a smile forms on Alex's face. "Open sesame."

Alex tugs open the hatch, he looks down the opened passage, the murky darkness greeting him. Stale air rushes out, able to smell it despite his unclean mask. He holsters his pistol before he climbs down the worn ladder. The sides of the ladder flaked, revealing the rust underneath.

He turns to find a long corridor, almost completely pitch black if not for the faint blue lines in the walls. Alex pulls out his pistol, along with a Super Sledge in case of any remaining Enclave troopers. He walks along, slowly stalking forward, not a single sound from him, or any sound in general. The tunnel was dead silent. He reaches the end, a usual enclave door blocking his path with a computer terminal to the side.

With the door locked, he moves over to the terminal, opening up the keyboard, and hitting a key to activate the terminal.

{Welcome to RobCo Industries (TM) Termlink}

Alex mindlessly taps away at the keyboard, the action so ingrained in his head. It was second nature to him at this point.

{-set terminal/inquire}

{RIT-V300}

{-set file/protection=owner:rwed Accounts.F}

{-set halt restart/maint}

{Initializing RobCo Industries(TM) MF Boot Agent v2.3.0}

{RETROS BIOS}

{RBIOS- 52EE5.E7.E8}

{Copyright 2201-2203 RobCo Ind.}

{Uppermem: 64 KB}

{Root (5A8)}

{Maintenance Mode}

{-run debug/Accounts.F}

It took him a bit, the firewall of the terminal was surprisingly more complicated then he originally thought, various failed cliched passwords such as semper fidelis, Dick Richardson, and even Eden himself but eventually with his technowizard skills, he was able to trick the system into giving him the password via vulnerability. He however deadpans at the screen, the password completely inane but he types it in nonetheless.

{-BRAHMINSTEAKBURGERSRULZ}

{Exact match!}

{Please wait while system is accessed.}

'Credit where credit's due, there was no way I could of guessed that password.'

{Welcome to RobCo Industries (TM) Termlink}

{-logon Admin}

{Enter password now}

{-BRAHMINSTEAKBURGERSRULZ}

{Access granted.}

{-Open Door.}

The moment he presses the enter key, the door to his side unlocks, opening up to reveal the hidden facility, a set of stairs going even further down into the earth. He cautiously heads down the stairs, ready to fire if necessary or swap to his Super Sledge for more armoured targets.

His eyes adjust to the low lighting as he wanders through the facility, not a soul in sight. Alex assumed that the Enclave soldiers that were stationed at this base abandoned it, due to there being no bodies, no scorch marks, nothing that would imply a conflict of any sort. Alex's mouth twists into a sick grin. The mere thought of the Enclave being so devastated that they were abandoning fully operational facilities pleased him.

He continues exploring the facility, he finds a mess hall, all the food and water already gone, something he was hoping wasn't true, due to his own supplies starting to dwindle. His thoughts on the molerat that he let live, pondering if it was worthwhile to kill it.

He moves onto the infirmary same as the mess hall devoid of supplies apart from basic medical equipment like scalpels and tweezers, he grabs a clipboard left on a desk, reading off the paper. To his annoyance it was a list of stock, Stimpacks, Radaway, Med-X, and even other various chems that were of interest, gone.

He passes by the barracks, A quick scan of the room revealed it had nothing of note in the room just rows and rows of bunk beds. He finds an armoury as well. He was slightly hopeful there would be something of value to him, however just like the mess hall and infirmary, it was picked almost completely clean, and only a few measly laser pistols were left. The Enclave troops that abandoned the base assumedly took all the best gear with them. Alex grumbles. 'Assholes.'

Well, he was going to keep exploring, perhaps he could find more intel on other Enclave facilities or strongholds. Moving on from the armoury, he finds, to his surprise what he assumes is the laboratory or some sort of research room. Desks with chemistry sets, workbenches with robotic parts, and papers were strewn about. A familiar stench hits his nose, he looks up at the end of the laboratory to find a single desk at the back, a computer terminal on it. A slumped-over figure directly on the terminal.

He walks up to it. The stench becomes even stronger. He stares at the body responsible, maggots wriggling in the rotting cadaver. The cause of death was pretty obvious, a scorched tunnel in the back of the head, he was assassinated without even knowing someone was behind him. The lab coat made it apparent it was an Enclave scientist. He grabs the collar of the lab coat, pulling it up. "You must have done some egregious shit to get Enclave troops to put you down." He casually tosses the corpse to the side, uncaring about the maggots flying out from the force. A squelch drones out, as the head of the corpse impacts the floor.

He taps the computer terminal keyboard, a coat of dry blood on the keys, making it sticky to the touch.

{RobCo Industries Unifed Operating System}

{-Server 3-}

{Welcome, Dr Froth.}

{-Log:2279.25.04}

{-Log:2279.27.04}

{-Log:2279.18.05}

{-Log:2279.23.05}

{-Log:2279.30.05}

{-Log:2279.05.11 (INCOMPLETE)}

{-Open storage room}

He grimaces at the date, a reminder that he's spent two years in the wastes. He was… 18? Birthdays weren't exactly his priority, then again, what was his priority? Hunting down the dregs of a dying fascist paramilitary? Killing raiders that were getting too big for their boots? Getting into fights with the BOS?

He shakes his head, the existential crisis gone, for now. He presses enter on the first log.

{Log:2279.25.04}

{I have discovered something of extreme interest. The pre-war files here mention a place called the Big MT, a research and development facility. They performed various experiments, biological, chemical, mechanical, and even theoretical physics, although I suppose at that point it's no longer theoretical. A lot of them were classified but the most intriguing one that I had clearance to read? Teleportation, if we could create our own form of teleportation such a thing would be invaluable we could take over the entire coast, perhaps all of America with it; no need for Vertibirds or such, just teleport grunts in and gun down the enemy, worried about supply caravans being taken by those damn BOS or even that Wanderer freak? Just teleport it in.}

{it's ingenious I say, even the buffoon Captain Stone acknowledged its value, and told me to work my so called magic and figure it out, meathead thinks I can just snap my fingers and years of research will just fall into my lap.}

{Whatever.}

{Log:2279.27.04}

{Turns out, research did fall into my lap. Captain Stone somehow found secret files relating to teleportation, apparently some Enclave scientists were already trying to figure out teleportation, however, I'm guessing the Big MT weren't giving up any information regarding it, The Enclave supposedly already had some contracts with them, they most likely stole what information they could but that leads to the problem with the research:}

{It's bare bones, a basic framework with thin connections. It'll take me a long while before I can even think about creating a teleportation device. Perhaps I should take some Mentats just to give me a little boost?}

{Log:2279.18.05}

{I've done it. I am the greatest genius known to mankind.}

{That buffoon captain kept pestering me about my usage of Mentats, the fool just wouldn't understand that greatness requires sacrifice.}

{No matter, I have figured it out, connected all the dots, and created a workable teleporter in the storage room. It is, sadly very minimalist, I created it out of scrapped sentry bots and the turrets, using the power cells and such for the energy. The buffoon complained about me scrapping the bots, saying that they were useful in patrols and that I should have asked him first, I put him in his place, and told him as head scientist and only scientist of this RESEARCH facility, my word is absolute. He glared but relented, good boy.}

{Now I just need to experiment with the teleporter.}

{Log:2279.23.05}

{The buffoon has been gathering random scum he and his grunts found out in the wastes. I must hand it to him, he might be a fool but he is perfect for menial tasks such as gathering test subjects and other materials.}

{The issue I haven't yet fixed is that the teleporter does as it's supposed to but I am unable to choose where the teleported subject goes, I am unable to even determine where they end up, if it's random or if they have been just all sent to the same spot. They could be a puddle of organs due to the teleporter and I wouldn't even know, dammit.}

{No matter, I will get it right eventually.}

{Log:2279.30.05}

{The buffoon has stopped capturing test subjects for me, the imbecile said they were taking too many and drawing unwanted attention on ourselves and that the last thing we would want is BOS or the Wanderer coming after us. Moron, even if they find the hatch they couldn't get in. Now I have no test subjects but I'm so close to a breakthrough, I can just feel it and this FOOL is hampering me.}

{Fine, if he won't get me my test subjects, I'll get my own.}

{Log:2279.05.11 (INCOMPLETE)}

{The imbecile still hasn't gone for any more test subjects. So I resorted to another individual, a next phase in the test if you will. I tricked one of Stone's grunts into entering the storage room, then sealed the door which I linked to activate the teleporter, so as to say it was an accident and that the fool activated it by himself.}

{As expected I lost him, but this was a necessary sacrifice, after all the end goal was to teleport Enclave troops where we wanted and I can't do that without making sacrifices. Just a few more and I can make some sort of device to guide and track the teleporter.}

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Alex exits the log. He hums. 'Teleportation? Couldn't hurt to check it out, might be able to actually make it workable.'

He presses enter on the open storage option. A door to Alex's left whips open. He stares into the storage room. He steps into it, looking around for the supposed teleporter. The door behind him slams closed. Alex turns with a suspicious look. No handle on his side of the door.

*Whuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrr*

A soft buzz is heard from the ceiling of the room, Alex looks up, the device overhead looks like a digger claw with pylons and tesla coils running up and down each of the four claws. The tesla coils begin to spark purple. "Fuck." The whir begins to get louder and louder, the tesla coils getting brighter and sparking to the small pylons attached to the claws.

He turns to the door, pulling out his Super Sledge, and striking at it with all his force, denting the door.

*WHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRR*

Alex snarls, he slams the Super Sledge into the door again, denting it even further, the deformed door yielding to his strength. 'Just one more!'

He rears the Super Sledge back, about to strike at it again with all his force just before his Super Sledge hits the door, a blue flash fills the room, blinding him, and he squeezes his eyes shut violently. About to let out a shout when he feels something before it suddenly comes to a stop.

A deafening silence rolls in, replacing everything until there is nothing but a great void of quiet. It felt off, unnatural. As if the whole world was a TV channel, put on mute by a remote.

Alex lurches, his body thrashing around as if he were in a vengeful sea of black. Gravity was irrational, pulling him to one way then twisting and pulling in another.

He tried to force his eyes open, but it was as if his body had a mind of its own, not daring to look out as if something was stalking him.

He suddenly hits a cool floor, scuffing up dust. He lets out a groan, finally opening his eyes, and staring at the dirt floor. He shakes his head, the thoughts on the maddening void being put away, as yet another odd experience in his life.

He turns his head to see his surroundings, Alex would compare it to Hell. Rocky hills covered in purple crystals and a crimson sky. "What the fuck?" He gets himself up. The whole area was devoid of anything, no grass, no wildlife, nothing but rock formations and purple crystals. He looks up at the crimson sky with a confused look.

He stiffens at the sight of the moon, bewilderment fills him as he stares at the cracked moon, its pieces still right next to it, as if the moon was suspended in time and space. "Wha?"

*Grooowl!*

Oh joy, he wasn't alone.

He turns to the sound, finding some weird looking werewolf things. They were pitch black with red eyes. White bones jutting out of their arms, the same bone covers their face, odd red markings adorning it. Alex stares at the monsters with a blank look before pulling out Xuanlong and letting off short bursts into the group of odd-looking werewolves, aiming directly at their heads, killing two immediately. The others rushed right at him, going on all-fours like actual wolves. That made it far easier for Alex to pop them right in the foreheads with Xuanlong.

The bone plate covering their upper face cracked from the bullets, slumping to the floor. One, two, three, four, five. The monsters dropped like flies but a trio of the monsters still remained, almost directly within melee range. He snaps the rifle to their heads and presses on the trigger.

*Click!Click!Click!*

"Fuck."

He ducks as one of the monsters swipes overhead, he takes a large backstep the moment he ducks, creating a gap between him and the monster that just attempted to kill him. In swift motion, he pulls out his Super Sledge, his legs parted, swinging with his weight, aimed directly at the head of the monster. The hammer slammed into the side of the beast's skull, its head flying off.

He twists, swinging the hammer overhead, aimed right at another werewolf monster within melee range. It's body slamming to the floor, it's skull caved in from the brutal force. The last remaining monster charges right into him from the side. Alex stumbles, the monster swipes out Alex's legs from under him, and he drops impacting the ground. The beast lifts its claw and attempts to bury it right into Alex's head, he pivots, turning his body, and the claw jams into the earth inches away from his head.

He latches onto the remaining free arm of the monster and pulls out his trench knife. He rams the blade right into the left side of its neck, a familiar schlick as it pierces its flesh, the monster whines, as it attempts to break free of Alex's hold. Despite its attempts, Alex's hold on its only arm remains strong, leaving it defenceless as he drags the blade along the monster's neck, creating a deep cut all the way along. The beast falls limp onto Alex, dead as its head almost detached.

Alex lets out an exasperated sigh, pushing it off and standing right up, replacing the magazine in Xuanlong with a fresh one, planting the old one back into the Pipboy.

He looks over the monster he just killed, wishing to examine it. To his shock it begins to dissipate, He leans down at it. His head tilted. The body fades into a black smoke, the only thing that remains is the bone, tumbling to the ground. He looks up at the other monsters he killed, finding only the protruding bones in place of their bodies.

Alex hums. His mind trying to come up with an explanation.

*GROOOOWL!*

Alex blinks. He turns to find another group of monsters staring at him, an unamused look on his face. He kisses his teeth as plants the assault rifle against his shoulder, letting out bursts of bullets again, repeating the same action as last time, putting down four of them already.

'How many of these assholes are there?'

A lot it turned out, Alex had spent around an hour killing them, including hundreds of bullets. There was even another monster, some sort of Yao Gaoi but black and bony, just like the werewolves, it was a little tougher than the werewolf monsters, but it went down simply enough.

He messes around with his Pipboy, cycling through to get to the map. A completely black screen meets him instead of the usual dark green. Various errors appear in the centre of the screen.

{Warning! Failure to connect to RobCo signals!}

{Reattempting connection!}

{…}

{Connection failed!}

{Putting Pipboy:3000A-S615 into Map Discovery Mode.}

The map changes, and he can see his position with a very small circle around him discovered and marked out, with the rest of the map black. He grumbles, lowering his wrist. He keeps on walking.

An hour or so passes as he calmly travels along, with no sign of monsters and the like to disturb. The land becomes flatter, less rock formations and spires hanging over head, the blood-red sky turning into an inky black.

He stops dead in his tracks, the shock on his face covered by the hood. A vibrant green forest before him. Lush trees, healthy bushes, and emerald grass. It was a beautiful sight, the closest thing he's ever seen that was close to this was Oasis. He gives a grim smile at the thought of Oasis. "That's a lot of Bobs." A branch snaps in the background. Alex lowers to a crouch immediately, before snapping his head towards the direction of the noise, his paranoia at its peak. A bunch of bushes and trees block his view of what caused the noise. He raises his assault rifle, slowly creeping towards the noise. He could hear something as he approached, it sounded as if something was munching on something, Alex could imagine a massive mutant chewing on something with its oversized teeth.

He silently moves past a bush, finding the thing responsible for the noise. A deer, completely pure, untainted by radiation. No tumorous growths, no sores, and no extra appendages. It was calmly grazing the grass. Alex stares at it for a moment, he then lifts his rifle slowly and aims it right at the head of the deer. Pressing the trigger.

The singular bullet flies out, going straight through the brain of the deer, killing it instantly. He walks over to it, pulling out his knife. He makes an incision at the chest and drags it downwards before pulling off its hide. He plants the hide into his Pipboy's inventory. He slits the throat of the dead animal. He plants an empty bottle on the floor and lifts the deer with a single hand, letting the blood trickle into a bottle.

Minutes pass as he stands completely still, allowing the blood to drip into the bottle, the crimson liquid filling the container. He twists the bottle cap close, planting the bottle into his Pipboy. Blood wasn't a very good substitute for water but it was far better than nothing.

Off he went again, walking for hours, so long that the sun left him, leaving the entire forest in pitch blackness. He continues on despite the darkness, on high alert due to the noises, believing himself surrounded by threats not knowing it was just harmless crickets.

A faint light peaks through the forest, Alex cautiously moves towards it, the light becoming stronger and stronger until he gets close enough to notice the cause of the light was a lamppost from a village. He lets out a hum. He breaks the treeline, entering the outskirts of the settlement.

It was a complete contrast in comparison to places like Rivet City or Megaton. Buildings that didn't look as though it was built together with scrap and duct tape. Simple lampposts gently lighting the way along the sides of the stone path that connects to most of the building.

He keeps on walking, heading straight to the centre of town. The tingle at his nape made him snap backward, finding a window suddenly blocked shut with a curtain. He looks around, gazing over every building, and every alleyway for a potential ambush. He moves up to the home with the individual who was spying on him through the window. He stares at the window, as he lifts his hand about to knock on the door.

"What's your business here?" A gruff voice calls out, causing Alex to turn his head. He finds a middle-aged tanned man wearing simple clothing, covered by a well-worn duster. The grizzled man's stormy grey eyes were laser-focused on Alex, aiming a double-barrel shotgun right at him. The wastelander doesn't even blink at the pointed weapon. Instead, he turns his whole body, facing the man. The shotgun-wielding man tightens his grip, seeing the assault rifle in Alex's hands.

"Supplies, need food and water." Alex's voice was cold but not harsh, just straight to the point with no mincing of words.

The grizzled man chews the inside of his jaw for a moment. "...You a mercenary?"

"I dabble."

"You any good?" The grizzled man tilts his head ever so slightly.

"Ain't dead yet."

The man doesn't respond for a minute, looking over Alex. Examining him. He eventually makes his decision, speaking with a gruff tone. "You deal with some bandits for us, and I'll get you those supplies you want." The man lowers the gun, aiming it harmlessly at the ground.

"Food and water now, then, when I finish the job, a bed and a map." Alex said.

The man turns his head, staring at the floor as he ponders. "...Alright, I'll give you a bed and a map after, provided you deal with the bandits." Alex hums, giving a curt nod. The man lifts the shotgun, resting the barrel on his shoulder. "Come on, we'll get you something to eat and drink, while I brief you on those bastards." The man walks off, Alex following directly behind.

The shotgun-wielder walks casually through the town. Alex, still directly behind him, scans his surroundings. A few individuals pop out of their homes, and watch Alex with suspicion. It wasn't surprising; Alex's blood-stained armour and hood covering his entire face wasn't an inspiring sight, especially with the rifle held in his hands. The man leading Alex lifts his free hand. "It's all right everyone, he's just a mercenary looking for work! He's going to deal with the bandits, so there's nothing to worry about, just go back into your homes and comfort your families!"

Alex doesn't say anything, just watching as the few that came out to stare at him retreat back into their homes at the behest of the man in front. They enter a large wooden building, Alex needing to duck under the door frame. A bar with stools running along it. A few whispers could be heard, and Alex turned his head to find a trio of men. Muffled whispers and dark glares aimed at him from their booth.

The shotgun-wielder takes a seat, planting the shotgun on the counter. "June! Can I get a meal and some water over here!"

A soft voice calls out from the back. "Coming right up."

Alex takes a seat next to the man, leaving just enough distance that he can reliably pull out a knife to disembowel him if necessary. "How many bandits?"

The man taps the table. "Mhmmm… eighteen minimum, I counted sixteen, but they had two trucks, so, maybe an extra two per truck." The man points at Alex. "Be careful of the leader, he was big, almost as tall as you but with a massive club."

"Do you know their location?"

The man's face cringes. "No, the best I can give you is a general direction, and knowledge that they can't have gone far." Alex stares at the man, making him continue on speaking. "They loaded up their trucks with our quota of gravity Dust, they won't risk driving on top of a roaming Grimm pack at night and setting off the Dust, so, they'll most likely set up a camp, wait for sunrise, and then rush right to the docks before the authorities arrive."

'That's it? No rape or murder?' Alex stares at the man. "They didn't kill anyone or take prisoners?"

The man gives Alex a weird glance. "And risk overwhelming the Grimm field, and stirring the Grimm nest to chase right after their asses?"

"Right, of course." Alex had no idea what a Grimm was, but he didn't want to admit his ignorance in case the other man attempted to prey on his lack of knowledge. "What direction did they go in?"

"South-East. Heading straight for the docks." The man pauses, looking Alex up and down. "Actually, that reminds me, where did you come from?"

Alex grumbles he didn't expect the man to believe he came from another world, he decided to give vague answers and leave it at that. "North."

"North? But… there's nothing but the Grimmlands out that way." His eyes widen in shock. "You came from the Grimmlands?"

"...It was my home." That was the best answer he could come up with, due to the lack of geographic knowledge, it could even work in his favour, depending on how dangerous the Grimmlands are.

"Fuck, you're a Grimmlander?" The man asks staring at him.

"Yep." Alex lies without missing a beat. Apparently, the title had an effect as the men whispering went dead silent upon Alex's lies about his origin.

"Huh, colour me surprised, I would of thought a Grimmlander would be wearing animal furs and wielding wooden spears." A curious tone heard in the man's voice. "Yet you look like some sort of Atlas trooper with all that gear on ya, minus the paint scheme, burlap sack, and… blood. There a city or something out in the Grimmlands, where you got all this gear?"

"Less a city, more a hellhole." DC was a decayed husk that was beyond saving in Alex's mind. What few settlements there were, was slowly allowing the BOS to take control of them for access to water. All that blood, sweat, and tears over Project Purity just to give it to another group of racist fascists. The very thought of Project Purity makes Alex's guts twist and tangle like a bundle of snakes.

The man opens his mouth then closes it, deciding against whatever question is in his mind, moments after, a woman appears from the back, she walks up to Alex and the man. "Got the meal and drink, Ollie."

The now named Ollie nods his head towards Alex. "For him." The woman nods and sets it down in front of Alex, who's staring right at the woman, or rather her odd features. Her hair was blonde, with brown spots, with animal-like ears right on her head sharing a similar pattern to her hair, along with a tail protruding from her skirt.

The woman catches Alex's stare. "You got a problem?" An ugly sneer on her face as she glares right back.

"Animal parts common around here?" Alex states, utilising the Grimmlander approach to excuse his ignorance.

The woman snarls, about to shout right at him until Ollie interrupts. "June's a Faunus, you ever seen a Faunus in the Grimmlands?"

"Grimmlands-?" The woman with animal ears blurts out, her anger turning into confusion in an instant.

Alex turns to Ollie. "No. Are Faunus common in these parts?"

Ollie hums. "Depends, really. Faunus aren't uncommon in villages and such like here, but for cities, most Faunus tend to dislike it, the pollution and the loud noises grate on their senses."

June lets out a scoff at what Ollie said. Her anger from moments ago was completely gone or rather no longer aimed at Alex. "The racism from both the police and other citizens, sure doesn't help either."

Alex lets out a hum, pulling off his mask. He sets down the blood-stained hood on the counter. Ollie speaks out at the sight of Alex's face. "Brothers, I thought you were a man, not just a fucking kid." Alex completely ignores him in favour of the food and water. He takes a sip of the water before moving on to his meal. It was a steaming stew with a juicy chunk of meat sitting in the centre. His stomach rumbles at the sight of the meal. He digs in, grabbing the meat with a fork and biting right into it. It tasted amazing, the best meal he's had ever since he left the Vault.

"Hey, kid, can you really handle this? I doubt the bandits are going to go easy on you." Ollie blurts out, doubt in his mind at the revelation of Alex's age.

Alex turns to Ollie, swallowing the chunk of meat, his face completely void of any emotion. "I'll get it done." His sea blue eyes bore into Ollie's own. "What do you want for proof? Index fingers of every bandit or do you want their heads?"

Ollie couldn't help the shiver down his spine at Alex's face. he had a jagged scar on his cheeks. It looked as if someone rammed a blade into the side of his mouth, puncturing the other side of his jaw, then tugged the blade towards the corners of his mouth. This added with his baggy, dead eyes, and morbid words gave credit or at least gave the impression of capable combat ability. Ollie clears his throat. "J-Just the bandit leader's...head will be enough." Alex nods in response and goes back to eating his meal in silence. Ollie's eyes snake over to June, the woman's tail and ears straight up, if his eyes were any better, he would see her hairs standing on end. She walks off, deciding to check on her other patrons, not wanting to be in Alex's presence anymore.

"Are they well-armed?"

Ollie shrugs weakly. "As much as your regular bandit group, I suppose. None of them had Huntsmen grade gear, but they still had enough weapons and numbers to threaten us."

Alex doesn't respond, he just continues eating, more focused on the scrumptious meal. Minutes pass as Alex finishes the remains of his meal. Licking his chops to not waste a single drop of the stew. Alex stands up, he turns to Ollie. "Have that map, and bed ready." And with that, he was off. Leaving the bar, back into the dark sleepy village.

He started walking South-East, passing by the centre of the town and spotting a strange machine shaped like a cylinder in the direct centre of the village. He ignores it, not having any time to waste on pondering odd machinery in another world.

He makes it to the forest, and the moment he does, he notices tyre tracks dug deep into the dirt. Alex lets out a scoff, the bandits did not even attempt to hide their tracks, in their minds, they must have thought that no one would come after them. How wrong they were.

'This will be over shortly.'

Eight people sitting around a blazing campfire, laughing and chortling to themselves. "That movie was a pile of shit, man!" One woman points a stick at a man, a chunk of meat speared at the end.

"Fuck off, that movie is a fucking masterpiece, and Vi Marsla was a total babe. Coop, you agree with me, right?"

Coop lets out a snort. "Honestly? The movie was terrible, I think you were just too distracted by Vi's tits to not notice her terrible acting."

"Bitch, probably gargled the director's cock like this." The person who originally speaks gargles and gags while planting her tongue against the side of her mouth. Chortles are heard around the campfire.

"Fuck all of you, you just have Gods awful taste."

The chortles become full on laughs, the person defending the movie has his arms crossed. Coop stands up rubbing his stomach. "I'm gonna take a shit."

"Better watch where you squat, don't want a snake to bite your ass again, do you?" Coop gives a backward middle finger as he walks into the forest.

He looks around the forest, checking the floor for any insect or critter before unbuckling his pants and pulling down both his trousers and underwear. He lets out a deep breath, calmly waiting for nature to take it's course.

Something grabs him and pulls him deeper into the forest. He tries to let out a scream but it's muffled by a hand blocking his mouth. He almost shits himself at the sudden grab but he certainly did when he felt a cold blade press against his jugular.

"You scream, you suffer. Understood?" Alex said, uncaring for the fact that the bandit just defecated all over the floor.

Coop nods, his heart thumping in his chest heavily. Alex removes his hand from their mouth and grabs their hair. "How many."

Coop stutters. "T-Twenty…"

"Including you?"

Coop nods.

"State of weapons."

"I-I dunno, man. Good? We got some old military guns from the Faunus War."

"The biggest threat."

"The boss, he's got Aura."

"What is Aura?"

"I… What? How do you not know what Aura is?" Coop blurts out confused, A hand snaps onto his mouth blocking his ability to talk or in this case, scream, as the knife against the jugular cuts across Coop's forehead, blood gushing out. Coop screams with all his might but it's muffled by the hand. Coop elbows Alex to no avail, the Wastelander not even registering the hit, he instead just plants the knife back at the man's jugular, causing Coop to stop in his efforts.

"What is Aura?" Alex lets go of Coop's mouth.

Coop lets out a shuddering breath, the blood flowing down his face, reminding him of his mortality. "I-It's a… kinda like a forcefield powered by your soul, it makes you stronger and stuff."

Alex blinks at the soul bit. "Anyone else have it?"

Coop shakes his head. "Boss didn't want anyone to threaten his position." Tears begin to form in his eyes as he pleads with Alex. "I-I told you what you want, you'll let me go, right?"

"Scream."

"What?" Coop blurts out, closing his mouth shut in fear of being cut again.

"You want to live? Scream as loud as you can, beg for your friends to come help you." Alex states, the blade still hovering around his throat like a hanging guillotine.

Coop doesn't say anything for a moment, confused. Alex whispers harshly into his ear, Coop could feel the knife bite just a bit more into his neck, a thin line of blood dripping down his neck. "Scream."

Coop does as told, letting all the terror he felt, and unleashing it into a scream, his cries echoing out into the forest. "Heeeeeeeeeelp! There's some cr-" The blade cuts right into Coop's throat, carving a deep line through his throat. Coop's life faded in a matter of moments, his death marked by wet gurgles.

'One down.' Alex lays Coop flat on his back, he pulls out a roll of duct tape, along with a few normal grenades, and a frag mine. He attaches the explosives to Coop's chest, leaving a gap for the mine's sensor. He flips Coop onto his belly covering the makeshift trap. He rushes further into the forest, deep enough that none can see him but close he can still see Coop's body.

He could hear shouts and approaching footsteps. A masculine voice is heard. "Coop, where are you? This isn't fucking funny!"

"Where the fuck is he?" A feminine voice this time, a tad of nervousness heard in the tone.

"He's probably just running around with a snake up his loose asshole, nothing to worry about."

"Shit! Van, I found him!" A man approaches Coop's body, and within moments six others form on the person who found the body, making the number seven in total. Four surround the body while the other three stand closer to the encampment, close enough to see the body.

"Dammit, what happened to him?"

"Think his throat got sliced… What the fuck is this?" The man flips the body over, confused at the tape that could be seen on the sides of Coop's stomach. A familiar beep drones out. "Oh shi-!" The resulting explosion rocks the forest, turning the closest four into chunks, and knocking the other three off their feet from the blast. One of them screaming in agony.

Alex pounces in, rifle aimed at the remaining three, the first bullet impacts the screaming one, the bullet going straight to the bridge of her nose, causing her to flop over, dead as a doorknob. Alex fires off another bullet, going straight through the throat of another.

The remaining bandit moves at the last second, the bullet impacting his arm. The force rattles him, knocking him back down. He attempts to get back up and run but Alex fires another bullet and this time the bullet strikes true, right into the side of his head.

'That's eight.' Alex rushes to the camp, wanting to press the bandit camp whilst they were still trying to figure out what was going on.

He looks into the camp, spotting the remaining bandits outside their tents, along with the trucks. They pointed their weapons in the direction of the explosion. One figure stands out, he was more imposing in a sense, taller than the other bandits with a mean looking club on his shoulder. He shouts out. "What the fuck is going on, what caused that explosion!" The bandit leader stared directly at one poor fool, expecting a response.

"W-We dunno, boss."

"You stupid motherfuckers! Find who's responsible for this, and do it no-" The bandit leader is cut off by Xuanlong, five shots echoing out into the forest, five bandits dropping to the floor, never to get up.

One figure points towards him, a Faunus with antlers. "Look! There he is!" The bandits follow the Faunus' finger. Unable to see due to the lack of low-light vision, despite this they unload in the direction in Alex's direction. Alex rushes past trees and such, and the moment he breaks the bandit's line of sight, he dives, hitting the floor in a prone position. He silently waits, counting off the kills in his head. 'Seven left, including the boss with Aura… Like I know, what the fuck that is.'

"Where is he?!" A voice shouts out. The group of remaining bandits enters Alex's view, unable to see him in the shrubbery. He aims Xuanlong at the Faunus, squeezing the trigger and watching the Faunus slump to the ground, a tunnel all the way through his eye. "Fuck! Silver's down!"

"Did anyone see where the bullets came from?" A voice cries out, panic can be heard.

"No, they were too fast to track, fuck kinda gun is that?" The bandits bunch up, terrified of being picked off one by one.

Alex's mouth forms into a grin. 'Lemme show you.' He lets out a spray of bullets, the gunfire perforating the remaining five bandits. They drop to the cold earth, just like their other dead comrades. 'That's nineteen, where's the boss?' He pulls out the magazine to Xuanlong, checking his ammo count. 'Fourteen shots left.' He holsters Xuanlong, replacing it with a plasma rifle. He moves into the camp, passing by the tents. He spots the leader, his back against the truck.

"So, you're the fucker that killed my entire crew." The leader spits, his face contorted in anger. Alex doesn't respond, instead, he lifts his plasma rifle, aiming it right at the leader. He shakes his finger. "Ah, Ah, Ah! You shoot that and you risk setting off the gravity Dust in here." The large bandit tapping the side of the truck.

Alex lowers the weapon just a tad. "Didn't think to tell your crew to use the trucks as a shield?"

"If I did, then you would have stayed in the forest, skittering about like a rat and picking us off one by one, instead I decided to sacrifice them to make you overconfident, and here you are walking right towards me as if you won." The bandit lets out a growl. "I'll fucking make you suffer since I'm down one truck now, asshole."

Alex shrugs. "Considering I'm delivering your head to the village, trucks are the least of your concerns." Alex walks closer to the man, shortening the distance between the two.

"That ain't fucking happening, bitch!" The man decides that Alex is close enough to charge him, letting out a war cry as he rushes right at Alex, the large club in his hands, primed for a powerful strike, mere feet away from the wastelander. Alex just stares at him blankly before he fires the plasma gun right at the leader's left leg. The plasma bolt turns the leg into a pile of goo, the bandit leader tripping directly onto his face from the sudden loss of his leg.

The leader lets out a hollering scream, as he twists to stare at the cauterised stump where his leg was. "ARGH! W-What the fuck!?"

Alex lets out a hum. "Guess this Aura can't stop plasma." casually walked up to the bandit as if he didn't just disintegrate his limb.

"You melted my Brothers damn leg!"

"Yep." Alex reaches the leader and aims the rifle one handed right at his chest, firing off another bolt, killing the leader instantly. He holsters the plasma rifle, pulling out his knife. He buries the knife right in the neck of the leader, dragging it all the way around until the only thing attaching the head to the body is the spine. His hands delve into the cut, grabbing the spine and breaking it off, detaching the head from the body. He lifts it up.

Alex stares into the fearful eyes of the dead man. He lowers the head, planting it into his inventory. 'Same shit, different world… there's a sentence, that's not been used before.' He grabs the club sitting next to the man's corpse. He lifts it, giving a few practise swings to feel the weight. He puts it into his inventory, in case he would ever need a backup weapon.

He went off and proceeded to loot corpses and the like, stuffing items into his Pipboy inventory, finding some keys but not sure what they were for. He brings up one of the guns that the bandits were using. It was a blocky thing, the barrel was larger than the receiver and stock. With a drum magazine. He looks it over, turning it side to side to check the condition of it. It was grimy, evidence of no regular maintenance on the firearm.

He lifts the gun, pressing it against his shoulder. He aims it at the floor, pressing the trigger. The bullet weakly flies out, impacting the dirt floor.

Alex stares at the impact with shock, he looks down at the rifle he looted. "…" He lifts the gun and fires again. The bullet was patheticly slow, Alex could follow it from the moment it left the barrel, to the moment it hit the floor. "Christ, what kind of peashooter is this?" He plants the gun back on the ground, picking up another gun from a bandit carcass.

It fires with the same amount of force or lack thereof. Alex frowns at the weapon, letting out a grumble. He places the gun back, not willing to waste space on a mediocre firearm. He leaves the camp after he finishes looting the corpses.

Ollie sips the liquor from the glass, the alcohol going down his throat and warming his belly. The man rubs his eyes.

"You alright, Oll?" June said, staring at the middle-aged man with concern.

"Just a bit worried about that kid, hope I didn't send him to his death." June hums, filling up Ollie's shot glass, who takes a swig, finishing the whole glass in one gulp. Ollie taps the counter to ask for another refill, to which June obliges. Ollie is about to down the glass once again before the door opens. Alex casually walked in, no worse for wear, other than the fact, that he was caked in blood, his gloves almost soaked red, and the bandit's leader's head held up by the hair. "Fuck, we were just talking about you."

Alex gets close to Ollie. "Head's up." He tosses the bandit's leader head right at Ollie who instinctually catches it before dropping it with a shout of disgust. The head plops to the wooden floor with a vile squelch. The whole bar staring at the detached part.

"Brothers' damn! Fuck is the matter with you?"

Alex shrugs, a grim smile hidden by his hood. "You wanted his head."

"Yeah, in a bag or something, not just shown off like it's a toy and especially not thrown at me like it's a fucking baseball."

Alex pulls out a stool and takes a seat next to Ollie. June green at the head takes a step away from Alex. "Should have specified then."

Ollie grimaces before schooling in his face. "I'm guessing all the others are dead?"

"Mmmhmm."

"Trucks still there?"

"Yep."

"You wouldn't have happened to find the keys to the trucks?"

Alex pulls out two keys he looted from the dead bandits. He had no idea what they were but it was the only keys he had found. He plants the two keys onto the counter. Ollie pulls a face as he picks up the stained keys. He wipes the keys clean with his sleeve, he then turns, looking straight at the group of men that were still present, one of them green at the head. "Dan!"

"Yeah?" The largest of the three men looks up from the head, straight at Ollie, catching the keys tossed at him. Dan stares at the keys, then looks back to Ollie.

"Take a portable A.G and get those trucks back. Where was the camp?" Ollie finishes with a question aimed at Alex.

"Thirty minutes South South-East. Tyre tracks are directly South-East of that big thing in the middle of the village, follow those tracks and it'll lead you right to the trucks."

"You heard him, go get those trucks, Dan."

Dan nods in response, standing up. "Let's go boys." The other two by his side standing up, along with Dan, the three walking out. Their exit marked by the door shutting close.

"My bed and map."

"We'll talk about the map in the morning. For now, go around back, and use the tin tub to clean yourself. No one wants bandit blood to ruin bed sheets." Ollie said, staring right at Alex, who stared back, analysing the middle-aged man for any deception. "Stop staring at me like that, you're creeping me out." Alex stands up, leaving the bar and going to the supposed bath. Ollie goes back to his shot glass and downs it.

"That kid is fucked in the head." June blurts out, her willingness to speak returning with Alex's intimidating presence gone.

"You can say that again." Ollie taps the bar with his index finger, a thought going through his head.

"What are you thinking, Ol?"

"Still got that Grimm nest close by. Huntsmen ain't coming for a while, and those damn Grimm are getting more aggressive."

"Oh no." June shakes her head, her ears flicking. "Killing bandits is one thing, but a Grimm nest?"

"Hey, who better to kill Grimm than a Grimmlander? Besides, I'll just offer the job and see if he takes it, if not then we wait for the Huntsmen team to come." Ollie shrugs.

"...Suppose you're right. Dealing with the kid would be cheaper and quicker than with a Huntsman. Fuck, the kid might even be more reliable." June stands opposite Ollie. "You want another drink?"

Ollie waves her off. "Nah, I'll regret it later." The man proceeds to tap his finger on the tap again, out of boredom. "Fuck it, gimme another."

June lets out a chuckle, filling the shot glass with sweet alcohol. Ollie downs in one go, he lets out a grunt when he plants the glass back on the counter. "Alright, that's me finished." Ollie remains seated, waiting for Alex, watching June go around the bar and adjust minor things to keep herself busy.

Around half an hour, Alex returns, his greasy black hair damp, and his pale skin wet. He was clean, his equipment however was not, still filthy with blood stains, both old and new.

"Couldn't have clean your shit a bit?" Ollie deadpans at Alex.

"Didn't want to waste water."

Ollie stares at June who gives a pitying smile to Ollie, the man shakes his head before turning back to Alex. "Come on, I'll show you where you'll be crashing."

The two leave the bar, Ollie silently guiding Alex to a cabin. The two stand directly outside it. Ollie turns to Alex, "Here's where you can stay. It's almost completely empty apart from a bed and a few closets, but I get the feeling you don't care much for home decoration."

Alex scoffs. "Couldn't give less of a fuck." He turns to Ollie. "I want that map in the morning."

Ollie nods. "Head to the tavern when you wake up. I'll be there most likely."

Alex doesn't respond, instead he enters the little cabin, locking the door behind him. Ollie wasn't wrong, the front room was completely empty. No furniture in any sense of the word, not even a lamp. Alex walks into the bedroom, just like the front it was barren, apart from a simple wooden bed and a single wardrobe.

Alex doesn't even take off his combat armour, he just flops into the bed. His miserable dreams returned like an old cancer.

End of Chapter 1.

I will say this here and now, to get some of the big stuff off:

Ozma and Salem do not exist. Ozpin is still here but he's just a veteran Huntsman, that's the current Headmaster of Beacon.

Yatsuhashi will also be replaced by Alex.

Yes, I made have Faunus have more then just one animal trait, just to make Humans and Faunus more different to each other.

Mothership Zeta did not go the way it does normally, so, no alien guns.

There's other stuff but I plan on showing that in the story rather then putting it here.

That out of the way. Hope you enjoyed, please leave a review, and I shall see you next time.