Author's Notes:

Here's the second new chapter that will be inserted in the beginning of the story. Enjoy!

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Remnants of a Courier

Chapter 4: Peace Never Known

The world of Remnant was interesting. That much was obvious to even its own inhabitants. From Grimm, to Aura, to the technological advancements of its societies. It seemed like an individual could study it for a lifetime and still understand only the surface of the world's culture.

Of course, Six's own home was like that too. But there was something almost mystical about this world. Maybe it was the outlandish abilities of Huntsman he had been reading about that made them out to be superheroes. Or perhaps it was the immortal enemy of mankind. How about the fact that the entire world was similar yet dissimilar to his own in terms of technology and language; an uncanny reflection. There was also the fact that the commonly accepted history of Remnant sounded like something out of a fairy tale from his own world.

But Six's favorite difference about the world was something else entirely. It was that despite the Grimm, despite the struggles this world faced, people still found time for beauty.

The Courier was no poet, painter, nor writer. In fact, some would go so far as to call him pessimistic and too pragmatic at times. But even he could see the beauty of a child being allowed to play in the forest.

He was currently watching as Carmine picked up a rock to see what was under it. And he smiled when she lunged backward from the centipede that came crawling out from under it.

It wasn't beautiful in a traditional sense such as art or a song. It wasn't even the bounty of nature that was making him so unusually jovial and romantic about the situation. No, what was making the former Ruler of Vegas be so profoundly taken back was that this could even occur.

A child was currently just being a child. She didn't have to worry about food or radiation or the nearest raider trying to enslave her. Not a thought was given to a ghoul or a super mutant coming to slaughter her. Carmine could choose to just be a child. That choice, that freedom, it was beyond rare in the Wasteland.

The chance to be innocent was a beauty Six couldn't recall the last time he'd seen. It filled him with a warmth that didn't hurt. For just a little bit, he could watch happiness and innocence frolic in what was essentially a make-believe fantasy in his world.

It made him want to bring that back to Earth. Back to the Courier's world. If he could harness the technologies and resources of this world, Six could significantly improve the Wasteland. Possibly bring it back to something akin to the Old World. Hopefully to a better version of the Old World, without the corruption and degradation that destroyed it in the first place.

He could start with the Mojave, use it as a staging ground to spread out. Then he could present himself to the N.C.R. and uplift them. Purge the rotten bureaucracy and bring real stability to its citizens. With those forces and resources, he could turn his attention East and conquer Caesar's Legion. As strength was the only form of authority the Legion respected.

From there he could spread further East. Taking Enclave and Brotherhood remnants, tribes, and anyone else along the way. He could secure a safe and secure nation, an actual nation, for the entirety of what had once been the United States. Securing Mexico and Canada at that point wouldn't prove too difficult. And with his enhancements, Six could live for hundreds of years, he had the time to do it unlike Caesar.

Such thoughts of grandeur were nice but having the idea was far from actually doing it. There would be pushback, managing trade routes, and other unforeseen issues. Besides, he didn't want to accidentally harm Remnant in the process either. Still, it was nice to think about how Remnant could be a second chance for Earth.

"Joshua, this is for you!"

A rock was presented to him cupped in small delicate hands. It was a strange-looking thing. It shined a brilliant blue that reflected the sun into an almost radiant hue. It was maybe twice the size of a cap from the Wasteland.

Carmine's eye traced every movement he made and he could tell she was hoping for a positive reaction. Not that it was particularly hard to do so. After all, he'd never seen a rock quite like it.

"It's very pretty Carmine, thank you," Six complimented as he grasped the stone in his hands. "But what is it?" Its edges were sharp and the rock itself was angular, distorting the light inside it.

"It's a Dust Crystal. It's pretty rare to find them like this. Usually you have to go to a mine to find them. Then they get refi-refined? Refined. They got refined into better Dust crystals or the powder stuff put in bullets."

Okay, her explanation was interesting. It was also a tad insulting to his intelligence to assume that he didn't know how Dust was made considering she didn't know he wasn't from this world. Of course, she seemed excited to be talking about it all. Six had to remind himself she was a child and just excited about the subject. The redhead probably learned a lot of it from her father.

The child paused and glanced away for a moment before turning back to him. "I just thought we should give you something back… You saved me from those Grimm and you're a good person." Her tone was quiet and it was obvious she was nervous but the girl was trying her best to be sincere.

Honestly, Six being called a good person was something that he hadn't heard in a while. It felt good. Both to be complimented and to get back to the basics of helping people; like he used to.

"Thanks Carmine, that means a lot. I'll have to use it for some of my Dust rounds. After grinding it down of course." Six reached out a hand to pat her head before stopping himself. It was probably impolite to do that.

The child nodded her head and beamed a smile at him. "I hope it's really useful to you," she said in a sweet tone before turning and heading back towards the rocks she had been prodding. "I just hope I can help people like you did for me when I grow up!"

There was something odd in Six's mind at her last statement. It implied that anyone wanted to be like him. That to the girl, he was a role model. They had only known each other for maybe a couple weeks but already she trusted him.

"Naive kid," Six muttered as he watched her go.

Still, innocence wasn't a bad thing. It made her easy to like and knowing she looked up to him made Six feel just a little better about being stuck in a foreign world. The Courier wasn't exactly fond of children but Carmine was one of the good ones.

Better than he was at her age. Of course, he grew up in a desolate wasteland. Not that it justified everything the Courier did. That was justified by his hard work and will to see things through.

There were good things about Earth too. A good drink, some company, and a few good stories could make the Mojave seem almost nice. Six remembered when he first met Cass in the Mojave Outpost at that little shit dive bar meant for NCR troops and traveling merchants. The drinking game that ensued left them both a good bit inebriated.

Good times, good times that were sullied by more recent memories.

Six pushed back any darker memories by watching Carmine as she grabbed the branch of a tree before climbing up. Figuring it was best to be safe the Courier made his way over to her and waited at the bottom in case she fell.

That was enough thinking about his own world. Especially when he was in a completely new one like Remnant.

There was so much to do. From studying about Remnant to improving his equipment. After all, there was never enough time to integrate himself into this world so he didn't stand out. And there was so much to learn.

Of course, the more immediate concern were his weapons. He only had a limited supply of bullets although it helped that he kept a fairly large supply on hand. It was a supply he couldn't currently replenish at the moment.

This meant that one of the first things he'd have to do once he was a bit more settled in would be to either make new weapons or modify his old weapons to use Dust. He hoped there wouldn't be too big a change from gunpowder to Dust. After all, a bullet was still a bullet.

Then he'd have to fix up his Pip-Boy to integrate it to the technology of Remnant. A task that seemed possibly more labor-intensive than his guns given he had no idea how the technology of this world worked yet.

It was all so exciting to the Courier. Learning new technology, new skills, and new information was one of his favorite things to do. But more exciting than all of that was the idea of Aura.

Aura, an invisible shield that is the manifestation of your soul. Something that could be honed into a fine defense and weapon. And from there a Semblance could be unlocked, his very own superpower.

He wondered what his Aura color and Semblance would be. But unlocking an Aura was tough. Either it took years of practice or you needed someone else to unlock it for you. Neither of which was an option for him at the moment. For now, he'd just have to focus on other tasks before an opportunity presented itself.

Not that it mattered too much, these kinds of things always came with patience. As long as he was always moving forward and working it would all fall into place eventually.

"Uh, Joshua... I'm stuck," Carmine called from above him, the tone of her voice sounding more than a little embarrassed.

It was going to take a lot of patience.

Author's Notes:

Hope you enjoyed the chapter. Again another more peaceful chapter of the Courier getting used to the world.