Author's Note:

I wanted to get the first two chapters written before I posted the first. I feel that the first chapter gives you a good idea of who the Courier will be but not a good enough taste for the overall story and setting. So here's a chapter to hopefully keep you interested!

Fair warning I don't plan on jumping straight into the action so he won't be appearing just outside or inside Beacon. I want to do a fair amount of buildup before getting into the main events of RWBY. Please be patient with me!

Enjoy chapter one!

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Disclaimer: I do not own Fallout, RWBY, or any associated characters.

Remnants of a Courier

Chapter 1: Courier of Two Worlds

Something was wrong but Six was in too much pain to do anything about it. Everything was shifting constantly and he felt like he was flying. At first, it was too bright, then it was pitch black, next his world turned into a series of bright colors. It hurt like hell and made him want to vomit at the same time.

The pain and lights lasted for some time before everything went dark. That's when he felt eyes on him. He knew in that darkness that something was watching him. No, there was more than one of them but the Courier didn't know how he could tell. Were they watching him with curiosity? Or with rage? Trepidation? The eyes watching him in the darkness were conflicted and it was hard to tell if they all felt conflicted or if just some felt that way.

That was when he heard a loud booming voice command, "sleep." It had a nearly instantaneous effect on him as he could feel his eyes already closing but he knew he couldn't sleep yet despite the pain. Something was incredibly wrong and he couldn't rest yet. He fought harder doing his best to keep his adrenaline going as he screamed back at the darkness

Whatever was in there seemed to hesitate seemingly surprised at his resistance. He continued to scream and resist as he flew forward towards whatever was ahead. Six glanced at what he believed was up as a bright light hurtled towards him. His screaming continued until he was engulfed by the light.

The Courier awoke panting. He opened his eyes before shutting them tight. He had a raging headache and it was too bright out. His arm stiffly moved up to cover his eyes while he slightly opened them. After a few moments of blinking, Six's eyes managed to acclimate to the surrounding light and he could see.

He was in a forest of some kind. That didn't narrow down where he was at all. His first idea had been Vault 22 but it would have grown exponentially since the last time he saw it and he wasn't being attacked by spore carriers.

His next idea was he had gone back to some of the more remote areas of Big Mountain but there was simply too much plant life to support that. He slowly sat up while looking around at the absurd abundance of trees. Nowhere in the Mojave could you find this many flourishing trees. Hell, the Courier doubted that one could find this anywhere in the Wasteland.

The Courier slowly got to his feet as a headache slowly subsided. The last thing he remembered was the Transportal-Trans-the device malfunctioning. His headache was making it hard to think clearly and the device had a stupid name anyways.

Speaking of, a cursory glance around him showed that the device lay only a few feet away in lots of tiny pieces. The frown that crossed his face wasn't a pleasant one as he realized what that meant. He had no way back to the Big Empty and no quick way to fix it. He was stuck wherever he was at. At least the device hadn't eviscerated him.

Speaking of, where was he? He looked down at the Pip-Boy on his wrist, looking at his map. As soon as he switched it over, the device displayed "location unknown." Either he was out of satellite and GPS range or his Pip-Boy was broken. Considering what had just happened it could be either or.

The Courier went to scratch his face before realizing the bandages were still around his head. He figured that he needed to be prepared for whatever could be in these woods. Six began stripping off his armor before using his Pip-Boy to dematerialize it.

The former leader of the Mojave didn't know all the specifics of how his Pip-Boy worked but he knew enough. He had been considered one of the single most intelligent men in the Mojave before the betrayal and he prided himself on that. Apparently, the device dematerialized an object and then stored it inside his body adding more mass to it. He could bring with him as much as his body could physically support.

He stored the Burned Man's armor before materializing and donning his Elite Riot Gear. Once he was in more protective armor, the Courier stood there conflicted. He was unsure of what direction to take or where the nearest town was.

He idly flipped through his inventory on his Pip-boy. He hadn't brought some of his heavier equipment because he had been planning on going into the Divide after his chat with Ulysses. The idea of getting bogged down with heavy equipment was an unpleasant one to the Courier.

He had the Mysterious Magnum holstered on his hip for now. He figured that if there was any trouble, the magnum would be enough to solve it. There wasn't a whole lot that could stop a .44 round from puncturing a hole in your head.

Six was about to pick a direction and start walking when he heard a faint voice in the distance. He paused and began listening more closely to the noise but instead of hearing more of the voice he heard something far closer.

The well-traveled courier drew his weapon before turning towards a light growling noise coming from a rather large bush nearby. If he didn't have keen senses enhanced by modifications from the Think Tank he wouldn't have noticed the light noises. He didn't waste time and fired a few rounds into the bush. Whatever voice was close by became quiet as he fired.

The thing that came stumbling out of the bush was something the Courier had never seen before. It was a black beast of some kind with a bone-like carapace on several parts of its body. Even on all fours, it came up to his chest and it looked mad. It reminded the Courier of a bony Yao Guai.

The thing didn't appear immune to bullets though and another quick shot to the head saw the beast lying on the ground still. It did something rather odd a few moments later and dissolved in front of Six. He hadn't seen that before. He racked his brain for anything that could explain it. Was it a manmade creature designed to dissolve upon death?

Question for later, right now he needed to know who had been talking. He turned towards the source of the noise before trudging through the trees towards it. He reloaded his revolver as he trudged on. The shadows cast by the trees cast an imposing figure on the Courier as the red optics glowed faintly.

The creature had led the Courier to believe that this forest was rather dangerous so he was surprised when he came upon a small clearing to find a girl. The girl was no more than eleven maybe twelve years old if that.

All Six could see was her dark red hair that flowed past her shoulders as she was turned away from him. The girl held a basket in one hand filled with berries and flowers while her head slowly turned left and right. It looked like she had been startled by his gunfire and was unsure of where to go.

Eventually, her head turned towards him and he could see her bright green eye. The other was covered by what looked like a white medical patch of some kind. He was unsure of what held the patch in place as it didn't wrap around the entirety of her head but remained stuck over her eye.

The fear in that bright green orb that came from seeing him caused the Courier some level of discomfort. He had never been good with children and he wasn't looking forward to dealing with this girl.

"It's all right," he said as he reached up and turned off the glowing effect for his eyes. He had taken some artistic liberty with his gear and had painted his Elite Riot Gear a deep black. That combined with his red glowing optics made for an intimidating sight. He used this on his enemies, not young girls.

He kept the helmet on but holstered his weapon. He didn't need it around her and it probably scared her on top of it. "I'm not gonna hurt you," he continued as he took a few steps into the clearing but remained distant. He didn't want to make the girl too uncomfortable with his presence.

The girl didn't respond at first obviously nervous around the heavily armed man.

The Courier let a sigh out under his breath before continuing, "what's your name?"

Still, she remained quiet and Six knew he'd have to do more to calm her down so he could get some answers on where he was at. "We'll start with an easier question," he said before kneeling down in front of the girl bringing him closer to eye level. "You realize that there are horrible black creatures in these woods right?"

The fear in the girl's eye seemed to fade and was replaced by confusion. "You don't know what a Grimm is," she asked not truly believing he didn't know what the creature was.

The Courier tilted his head to the side before replying, "Grimm?"

He could see that the caution in her eyes was slowly fading as she said, "Grimm are the big black monsters that hurt people."

The Courier needed to figure out where he was. The idea that these black creatures were common in this area of the world didn't please him. "I think I saw one not too long ago actually. Black creatures with bone-like armor?"

"That's one of them," the girl said before realizing something. "Hey mister, did you fire that gun earlier? To kill the Grimm?"

Six nodded his head while responding, "sure was. Didn't know it was called a Grimm until you told me though."

"You're just like a Huntsman," the red-haired girl whispered back as she brought her basket to her chest. "I've always wanted to meet a Huntsman or Huntress." She went quiet after that still cautious of him.

The Courier placed one hand on his knee before lightly scratching the back of his neck. "I'm just a courier," Six responded while looking down at the girl. The one-eyed girl barely reached up to his chest when he was standing in full armor.

"What's a courier," the girl asked while looking at him. She knew that it had to be cool because he was decked out in creepy armor.

"I deliver packages," Six responded and he could almost see the disbelief in the girl's eyes.

"Why do you need all that," she replied gesturing at his attire.

He chuckled lightly at the girl's disbelieving stare. Six knew that he was rather heavily armed for the average Wastelander but one still needed to protect himself when traveling from place to place. This place couldn't be that dangerous if couriers were safe to travel.

"For raiders, monsters, or Grimm," he replied as he stood back up to his full height. "The world is a dangerous place." He paused for a few moments before continuing, "speaking of, what's a young girl like you doing in a dangerous place like this? If that Grimm had found you instead of me, it would have been bad."

The light blush that adorned the girl's face forced the Courier to hold in another chuckle. The girl's slight pout proved to Six that she had taken some offense at him calling her young. "I was gathering berries for my papa." Her basket held said fruits and flowers and the Courier figured she was telling the truth. After all, what reason would she have to lie to him? A stranger she met deep in the forest that was heavily armored and came from seemingly nowhere. On second thought, he could think of a few reasons for her to lie to him.

The berries reminded him of a question he needed an answer to. "Where are we," Six asked while taking a glance around. He had never seen so much greenery. It looked like some of the pictures of the old world he had seen. The Courier had thought that he would never see a forest in his life. Six was glad that he had been wrong.

"What do you mean? We're in this forest." The girl obviously didn't understand his question based on the confused tilt of her head she gave him.

The Courier let out a sigh before replying, "I mean what country. Are we near a town? Where's this forest?" He paused for a few moments before finishing, "I'm very lost."

This time the girl tilted her head further at Six and he couldn't help but roll his eyes at her response. "How are you supposed to be a delivery man if you get lost," she asked her curiosity overriding her nervousness around the man. "We're near my hometown Rhyt. It's in Vale to the southeast of the City of Vale."

This was a problem. The Courier didn't recognize any of those names. He knew that he wasn't in the Wasteland anymore but not recognizing any of the names she said was a bad sign. Not only was he in a foreign country but they had forgotten their original name as well.

"You don't happen to have a map of the area do you," Six asked before taking a glance around. He idly wondered if there were more of those creatures around here.

The girl tilted her head to the side before replying, "no. I think my papa has one back at the house though."

"Do you mind if I speak with your papa then," he asked before turning towards the trees to his left. He could faintly hear the sounds of something stalking them just past the tree line. He quickly pulled up his Pip-Boy and saw that there were red markers moving just out of his vision.

The former ruler of Vegas pulled out his .44 again before ushering the girl to his right. "Why don't you show me the way to your home before we have more company," the Courier said while cocking the hammer of his revolver back. Normally he wasn't up for babysitting but this girl would probably die without his help.

"All right, but I don't see anybody," the girl responded with a confused tone looking past him. A quick glance from Six sent the girl moving.

The two made it a few yards before three more of the black creatures came charging out of the tree line. "Run," the Courier commanded as he turned and fired. He didn't even know this girl's name but he was defending her; it almost made Six chuckle. He supposed old habits die hard after all.

The first round missed its mark but the second found its way shattering a large chunk of the bone-like mask one of the beasts wore. The third managed to snake its way past the remnants of its mask before puncturing its head. The beast dropped quickly as its brethren charged past it.

The sounds of their fallen brother dissolving did nothing to dissuade the Grimm as the two beasts closed the distance. The Courier's aim remained true and another two rounds saw to the death of another beast.

The last Grimm lunged towards the armored man who fired his last round shattering the armored mask it wore. Six swore under his breath as he held one arm up in defense. The monster bit down on his forearm and he could feel its teeth sink into his flesh.

The Courier let out a muffled scream of pain as he was tackled to the ground. It began biting down harder threatening to crush his reinforced bone. Everything slowed for a few moments as the pain and adrenaline kicked his body and mind into overdrive.

The armored man's hand quickly darted to his chest where he grabbed his combat knife. He unsheathed it before letting out a yell of defiance and sinking the blade into the creature's unprotected face.

He pulled out the blade only to let it sink back in before repeating the process more times than he cared to count. The grip on his arm quickly weakened before going slack entirely. Six pushed the beast off of his frame before sitting up and breathing in deep.

That had taken more out of him than he had expected but that was partly because of the poor planning on his part. He should have thought about the six rounds in his gun before opening fire with the magnum.

He could already feel the implant healing whatever damage the creature had done. There were definitely benefits to becoming more machine than man.

He took a few more shallow breaths before looking towards the dissolving creature. The thing had been tough but it was no stronger than one of the Yao Guai the Sorrows often fought.

The Courier slowly got to his feet before looking back towards where he had sent the girl only to find her poking out from behind one of the trees at the edge of the clearing. The frown that adorned his face was one of annoyance.

"What did I tell you," Six said as he approached the girl. He could see the scared look on the girl's face as she glanced down at his injured arm. The Wastelander sighed before holding up his bloody arm and replying, "it's fine, see? Nothing wrong with it; I just got a scratch."

The girl seemed to calm at his words but her fearful and worried look quickly turned to admiration. "You're like a Huntsman." Her words gave way to skepticism when she took a second glance at his bloody arm. "Are you sure you're ok? That's an awful lot of blood."

"Sure kid," the Courier replied as he reached out and lightly pat her head with his not so bloody arm. "I'm doing perfectly fine. Do you mind taking me to wherever you father is now?"

The girl nodded her head before turning away and saying, "follow me." The red-haired girl quickly made her way into the trees with Six close behind her. "Say," the girl began with a curious tone as she led him past numerous trees. "I never got your name."

"Six," the Courier replied as he continued following the girl.

He didn't fail to notice the small frown that appeared on her face as she replied, "that's not a name, that's a number."

"I don't have a name, just a title," he replied back in a neutral tone.

"Well… Do you want a name?" The girl had stopped and turned back to him as she asked her question.

The Courier shrugged in response not particularly wanting a name but not truly caring either way. "You can just call me Courier Six if you want."

She didn't seem to be satisfied with the answer as she turned away and began walking again. "Mmm, can I name you… Simon?"

The rugged man simply grunted in response but she could tell that he wasn't very pleased with that one. "What about…" The girl paused for a few moments in thought as they exited the tree line to see a small town. "Josh," she finished before stopping and turning to him.

The Courier gazed past her at the small remote town and frowned. This looked like a very isolated village but it still had quite a few comforts. Where exactly was he?

"Call me Joshua and we have a deal," Six replied as he thought back on a certain burned individual.

The girl smiled up at him before replying, "sure thing Joshua." The red-haired girl extended her hand towards him before saying, "I'm Carmine, nice to meet you."

The newly dubbed "Joshua" paused for a moment before slowly extending out his hand to her. "It's nice to meet you as well," he replied somewhat awkwardly while shaking her hand. He wasn't used to trusting people or children for that matter. The two shook hands for a few moments before retracting them.

"Let's go find your father then," he continued looking back towards the town.

"Sure thing," Carmine replied turning around and heading towards her hometown.

As soon as the girl had turned, Six went about fixing his wound. A stimpak later and his arm was fully healed. A nice side-effect of his augmentations was that he healed faster than any normal human. He then set about cleaning off as much blood as he could before entering the town.

The two had approached the town and the Courier took in the sight. There was a rather large wall surrounding the town with sentries stationed along it. He imagined that there had to be something more dangerous than those "Grimm" from earlier to warrant such a large wall. The two had passed through an open gate and Six took note of the lever used to close and open it.

The rest of the trip had passed by uneventfully though Six did notice the girl grow more introverted as they entered the town. She grew quiet and did her best to not make eye contact with the people in the town. It appeared that the girl was more comfortable around a complete stranger than her own people. Of course, that could be attributed to his lack of knowledge of the local area.

The two had been given incredulous looks upon entering the town but no one had approached them yet. The Courier figured it was probably due to his armor and off-putting nature. It could also be the blood that was still partly caked on his arm. He preferred it that way, fewer people asking questions was always a good thing to him.

"Where does your father live," Six asked while doing his best to ignore the stares coming from the villagers.

Carmine pointed ahead of herself towards a small building with a chimney just ahead. "Papa lives there," she replied before putting her arm down. "He's the smith of the town. He builds things for people because we're too far away from the capital. He's made tools, weapons, and other stuff! He almost never makes anything like a Scroll though."

The two neared the house and Six couldn't help but ask, "what's a Scroll?" He knew what a scroll was but the girl seemed to describe something different from an average paper scroll.

The girl gave him an odd look before reaching into her hoodie pocket. While she was searching for whatever a scroll was, Six looked her over and realized that her clothes were far cleaner than most other places in the Wasteland.

A plain green hoodie accompanied jeans and what looked like sneakers. Upon closer inspection, the Courier realized that while her hoodie looked older and slightly worn her jeans looked brand new. He idly wondered where she got new clothes from considering no one was producing new clothing in the Wasteland. That was untrue; no one was producing new clothing of such quality in the Wasteland anymore.

His eyes locked onto the device that Carmine pulled out of her pocket. His mind strayed from the thoughts that most of the residents had fresh clothing to the device she held in her hand. Right now, the device simply looked like two grey cylinders pressed against each other but then the girl pulled the two cylinders apart and Six witnessed technology he thought he'd never see.

A holographic display came to life in-between the two cylinders. His mind instantly went to the Sierra Madre and to the holograms that would wander the halls of the casino.

The "Scroll" looked like it had several applications on it but the girl moved to some kind of messaging app. "I would show you a video but the connection outside the capital isn't very good," the girl said as he saw a wall of text appear on the screen. It looked like a chat between her and her father but he couldn't make out all the words.

"Fascinating," the Courier began before the girl closed the scroll and put it back in her pocket.

Carmine looked up at him while asking, "you don't have a Scroll mister?"

Six shook his head before responding, "nope, just this." He held up the Pip-Boy around his arm and she glanced from him to his Pip-Boy.

"It's big, what does it do?" Her question almost made the Courier chuckle again. The Pip-Boy had kept the Courier alive these past two years. It could do more than she thought.

"It's done a lot for me. Kept track of my inventory, kept notes, it keeps me on track with a map. There's other stuff as well but you get the idea." After he finished talking, the Courier lowered his Pip-Boy and let his arm rest at his side.

The girl seemed to pause in thought for a moment while staring up at him. "So, it's like a wrist-mounted Scroll?"

Six paused for a few moments before holding up his hand and making a waggling motion. "For the most part yeah," he responded before putting his hand back down.

The red-haired girl turned around and continued forward motioning for him to follow. He didn't know if she was satisfied with the answer or if she was simply mulling things over.

The two reached the house and Carmine opened the door before walking in. "Papa I'm home," she called out as she took her shoes off.

"Welcome home," a masculine voice called back as the Courier stood just inside the door. "How was your day my Little Lake?" The girl walked into the other room and Six waited patiently by the door for now.

The initial entrance was rather bare but he hadn't expected too much. A lot of it was stone but Six knew he was the local smith so that made sense.

"It was good papa, I brought home a guest," the girl replied as the Courier figured it was a good idea to close the door behind him and take off his boots.

"Oh? Bring him in then," the older voice replied. Now that he had heard the voice more Six could make out a soft and aged tone.

Hearing his cue, Six stepped forward and into the room. He spotted an older man most likely in his late forties or early fifties sitting in a large cushioned armchair. He had grey hair and a short beard that looked like it could use a bit of trimming. Sitting next to him was wheelchair and after a quick glance the Courier figured out why.

The man Carmine called "papa" was missing his right forearm and his right leg was bent at an odd angle. There was a cane that leaned against the man's armchair and the man idly brushed his hand against it for comfort.

The man's face had a leathery appearance but held a soft yet wise look. The man's gentle smile faltered slightly as he saw the fully armored Six. "I take it that it was an exciting day Little Lake?" The question from Carmine's Father was friendly enough but Six could make out the worried tone in his voice.

Carmine for her part had the shame to look away before responding, "yes." She held up the basket with flowers and fruits in it. "I was getting this for you papa."

The older man sighed before grasping the basket and bringing it towards himself. "Thank you Carmine, but you know that you shouldn't go into the woods alone, it's dangerous." Her father's words were spoken with a soft yet final tone that let her know that he was disappointed yet thankful.

"I know," she replied in a low tone before turning towards the Courier. "But Joshua saved me from the Grimm."

"He had to do what," the older man asked as the soft tone disappeared for a moment. The girl's face went pale as her words faltered and she refused to speak. The grey-haired man sighed before continuing, "we will talk about this later."

Carmine's father turned towards Six before saying, "I suppose I need to thank you then stranger. It looks like you saved my daughter." The older man extended his hand out before continuing, "my name is Richter Spring."

Six extended his hand in turn and shook hands with the man. "Joshua, just Joshua," the armored courier replied before retracting his hand. The man's hand was rough though Six figured that it was probably from working in a smithy. "And don't mind it, I wasn't going to leave a girl to get eaten by Grimm." The Courier knew he had to adapt and use the local term for the creatures here. Knowledge was power and people figuring out he wasn't from around here could be bad.

"Either way, thank you," Richter replied as he glanced at the Courier's wrist. "That's a strange device you've got strapped to your wrist."

Six glanced down for a moment before replying, "it is. I use it like a scroll though it doesn't have all the features of one." From his previous glance at Carmine's scroll, he could tell that the device was more advanced than his Pip-Boy.

"It's a little clunky to be using then don't you think? If it's bigger than a scroll, yet doesn't do everything a scroll does. Why don't you just get a scroll," the old man asked as he looked back up at the Courier's mask.

This was the first test for the Courier to keep his cover. He needed to figure out where he was before he could tell them where he was from. He could have ended up in some communist country where they execute people from America. He didn't buy into the whole "Red Menace" idea but he didn't want to take any chances either.

"A scroll is expensive. I got this thing for pretty much free." The Courier's words weren't lies. He had gotten it from the doc in Goodsprings. It had just cost him two bullets to the head to get there in the first place.

The older man shrugged before leaning back in his chair. "Well, I'm not one to judge. I figure I owe you something for saving my daughter so name your price." The old man's words were spoken in an almost resigned tone. It was as if the old man didn't particularly want to but his gratitude almost forced him to help Six.

The Courier took another glance around and realized the issue. Things were old and it looked like upkeep in the house had become secondary. If Six had to guess, the man's disabilities made it hard to work and it was hurting them both.

"Just need a map, need to know where I'm at," Six replied while looking back towards Richter.

The old man raised his eyebrow before turning to Carmine and asking, "would you please get our new friend here a scroll dear? I think we've got an extra laying in the other room." He had phrased it as a question but the girl knew it was more of him telling her to get the map.

The red-haired girl nodded her head before heading off into another room. It was only then that Six realized something. "Good kid, but she said she didn't have a map earlier," the Wastelander said while turning to her father

There was a short moment of silence between the two as the older man took in his words. A small smirk played out across the man's face as he replied, "I imagine she wanted you to come back and visit our little home. She doesn't get to see many visitors as we're not near the capital. It can get rather boring out here for her."

"Fair enough," the Courier replied crossing his arms over his chest. "Better be more careful with her, caught her out in the woods with those Grimm." He was doing his best to keep up the small talk which he could normally do. Six was charismatic but that was when he was playing a role or he needed to lead people. In the Mojave, he was whatever people needed him to be. Here, he wasn't sure who to be.

"Yep, she's a wild one but she just wants to help her old man out. Ever since my injuries, it's been hard trying to take care of myself let alone her." The older man's words were soft and tired like he hadn't slept in a long time. Richter chuckled before continuing, "don't worry about us though, we'll make do."

A silence settled over the two as they listened to the sounds of Carmine searching the other room. "Let's get to the point," Richter said as the soft tone left his voice. "I need to know my girl is safe right now. Seeing you dressed up in that armor and the blood on you doesn't give me confidence."

The Courier glanced at his arm before looking back at the girl's father. "Your daughter is safe and I'd have you know that's my blood on my arm. It got there when I was defending your girl from Grimm in the woods." The armored man paused to let his words sink in. "Besides, she's a nice girl, can't see a reason to hurt her."

Seeing these people in this village, with children, being happy, it hit a soft spot in the Courier's heart. It made the pain of betrayal he experienced fade slightly. A small grin spread under the Six's mask as he thought on it. This was what he wanted the Mojave to be.

The older man let out a grunt and looked like he had something else to say before they heard the sounds of Carmine walking towards them. The two grew quiet as she entered back into the room with a Scroll in hand. She handed it off to the Courier who had quite a few ideas of what he would do with the Scroll once he was alone.

"Thank you," Six said before holding up the scroll closer to his face.

He mimicked her actions to start the device as the girl replied, "no problem."

It took him a minute or two and he could feel their eyes watching him as he fiddled with the device. It was slightly embarrassing but necessary to understand how it worked and where he was at. He finally managed to load up the map application and was thinking of a way to ask them where he was on it without sounding strange.

Then the map loaded and his eyes grew wide. "Shit," he muttered under his breath as he looked down at a map that was clearly not the seven continents of Earth.

Author's Note:

Hey guys, thanks for reading! This has been a long time coming. I actually started writing this chapter months ago but between getting Tales from Purgatory set up and college I've been strapped on time.

Don't worry, I'm still going to work on Tales from Purgatory with this, in fact, I've got a chapter partially written. However, this is going to take priority for a bit as I try to get this story off the ground.

I don't know if you all thought a RWBY and Fallout New Vegas fanfic was necessary but I wanted to try it! Feel free to let me know your thoughts!