The Courier, after staring at the shattered moon for a while, then crouched down to look closely at the ground beneath him. The grass was… green? And such a vibrant tone as well, not that puke green in Vault 22! Now how could that be?

Slamming his face down into the ground, he breathed in the grass particles as a grin broke out on his face. The Courier raised his head to look around the environment he was in, surrounded by weird tall brown things with green things attached to its still tentacles.

These things were called trees; he remembered the name from a book that Arcade had recommended to him. Trees, how peculiar.

The Courier raised his head up towards the sky and laughed, finally! He was sick and tired of the piss-coloured sandy dunes of the Mojave and the scorching hot weather out in the desert! He revelled in the cool air brushing by him and the soft sound of the leaves rustling.

He took another deep breath; the smell of the earth beats any hit of Jet, any day!

The sound of rushing water alerted the Courier towards a nearby river, he ran over to the small stream and sat on one of the rocks, the Courier placed his hand down in the water, feeling the moving liquid pushing against the fabric of the Stealth Suit Mk. 2.

Something then brushed up against his hand, the Courier's eye snapped open in alarm as he yanked it back, seeing this weird elongated snake-like creature with bulging eyes and a subdued scale colour slither and hither in the stream, it's mouth opening and closing constantly as it turned every which way.

Never in his life had the Courier seen something like this. A snake? Or something that looked like a flattened-out and very short snake? But underwater?!

This must be what Cass meant by a 'fish'! But it doesn't look like her description of one…

Intent on catching this mysterious creature, Courier Six crouched down; using the enhanced stealthing capabilities granted to him by the Stealth Suit as he slammed his hand underwater and grabbed the creature.

He held it up to his face, if was flopping and flailing about, it's mouth opening and closing, as if it was gulping for something, it looked like it was dying. How curious.

The thing then eventually stopped squirming, allowing the Courier to store it in his duster alongside all of his chems, meds, ammo, and weapons!

…

The Courier pulled his duster open and checked through it, "Aw damn."

All he had was the Old Glory with him, the flagstaff clearly having seen better days as the golden ornament attached to the end of it was caked in blood and riddled with strange dents, most notable of all being the eagle ornament's beak, which fell out after he bashed a raider's skull in.

Good times.

Fond memories aside, he realized then that leaving his weapons behind at the Lucky 38 because being afraid of being overencumbered of an Auto-Doc was pretty dumb all things considered.

Oh well, mistakes were made, he liked using the Old Glory anyways, the satisfying metallic thwacking sound every time it hits a person was immensely satisfying.

Speaking of thwacking people to death, well, not people but animals more specifically, the Courier were taken out of his thinking time by a snarling black wolf, its head covered up by a bone white mask made of… bone.

"Woah! Black wolf!" the Courier pulled out some grilled Brahmin meat and threw it at the wolf, "c'mere boy! I need man's best friend to keep me company!"

The wolf-creature-thing ignored our Courier's attempt at friendship and lunged at him, its maw wide open ready to tear him to shreds. Unfortunately for the animal, the Courier took out his Old Glory and swung the flagstaff, the eagle ornament impacting the wolf's head, cracking its mask and skull in one go.

"I wonder what it tastes like…" the Courier said to himself as he approached the wolf, but much to his dismay, the body began deteriorating and disintegrating right in front of his eyes.

"No! NO! Don't- Get back here!" he ran forwards, swinging his hands wildly around as he tried to catch the particles of dust that the wolf had turned into, "I want to know what you taste like!"

Grabbing a handful of the wolf-dust, the Courier brought it up to his nose and sniffed it, "Huh, smells like lead."

He then sprinkled a bit of it into his mouth.

"Wow, it really does taste better than it smells, it's… spicy? Very numbing, almost no flavour with a hint of lead and coal…" the Courier said, taking out a small lunchbox to store the dust in, "Could be used as seasoning for the Radroach meat, those always tasted bland anyways."

A thought then popped into his head, "Or…" the Courier placed a bit of it on his finger along its length, "Here goes nothing…!"

He brought his finger up to his nose and snorted the wolf-dust-thing.

"WOAH!"

Adam Taurus, White Fang Commander and Jealous Ex, was enjoying his night of brooding and sword training before it was ruined by a high-pitched yell coming from the forest.

It was late at night, and he was damn sure that everybody in the camp was asleep except for him, so who could've made that scream? He narrowed his eyes underneath his mask, if it was a Huntsman then that would interfere with his plans.

What were his plans? His plans to achieve total equality between Humans and Faunus? Blowing up a city and slaughtering its civilians, of course! They deserved it anyways, obviously.

Realizing that whoever that was out in the forest could get the jump on him and his fellow revolutionaries while they were asleep, Adam decided that he'd attack them before they could attack him.

He was very confident in his skills.

Dashing off into the forest, Adam had one hand on Blush as he held Wilt close to himself, the sword already unsheathed while he was training. Stealthily moving through the forest, Adam got closer to where the scream originated from.

He stopped moving and hid behind a particularly large tree when he heard footsteps, the rustling and crunching of the grass alerting him to whoever it was in the forest.

Adam climbed onto one of the branches, his body now completely hidden by the leaves; he leered down at the alleged 'Huntsman'.

This man that he saw… was certainly dressed extravagantly enough to be classified as a Huntsman.

The man was wearing a pair of golden sunglasses while it was pitch dark outside, with only the moonlight illuminating a portion of the actual area, he had on a strange black bodysuit with white stripes, covering that was a dirty blue duster with the number '21' stitched onto the back of it.

The man was holding a weapon too, further convincing Adam of his status as a Huntsman, his weapon was a strange one, a wooden staff with a golden eagle ornament resting on top of it, with the ornament looking particularly beat-up compared to the staff.

And resting atop the man's head was a red beret with an unknown symbol etched onto it that looked vaguely militaristic, Adam narrowed his eyes, was this man not only a Huntsman but one sent by Atlas as well?

Adam snarled and continued watching the man, who was walking around in a circle babbling nonsense to himself. Realizing that this was the perfect moment to strike, Adam sheathed Wilt and prepared for a strike, pouring a good amount of aura into his slash.

Adam launched forwards blindingly quick, unsheathing Wilt and slashing at the Huntsman at the same time in one quick motion, the red blade leaving behind an appropriately coloured red trail as it neared the man's shoulder blade, ready to bisect the man into two.

His eyes widened beneath his mask as the man bats away Wilt with relative ease using his weapon, the wood splintering a bit as it impacted with Wilt's blade.

"Whuh-? Who are- what- who are you supposed to be?" the man slurred out, his footing was sloppy as he stumbled, what was up with this guy? "Woah, nice horns dude."

Was he mocking him?! Adam sheathed Wilt again and prepared for another slash, dashing forwards, Adam attacked again, the blade now flying towards the man's neck instead.

Again, Wilt was batted away by the man's weapon; the man furrowed his brows and shook his head as he coughed violently, "Argh-! Hold on for a moment," the man hurled and spat out a reddish-black blob, "Eugh… Sorry about that, why are you attacking me?"

Adam stayed silent; "Hello?" he went in for another attack as the man spoke, which was again parried by the man's wooden staff.

"Woah-hey! At least answer me, dickhead!"

"Who sent you?" Adam raised Wilt at the man, the tip of the blade pointing in his direction, threateningly.

"Uh… no one? I think I'm a bit lost here."

"I don't believe that," Adam gritted his teeth, this human was mocking him! He was sure of it.

"I- uh- hold on for a second," the man held up a hand as he rummaged through his dirty duster, after a while, he sighed as he pulled out a colourful box with the word 'Mentats' inscribed in the front, the man opened the box and poured out the contents of it onto his hand, which looked like small, white capsules.

He then proceeded to pour all of the capsules in his hand down his throat before throwing away the colourful box, the man then washed down the capsules with a bottle of amber liquid, which he then threw away after chugging. The bottle shattering into glass pieces as it impacted the trees.

"There we go," the man coughed a bit before clearing his throat, "Ahem- your propensity to attack first before any attempt at diplomacy implies unresolved trauma in your past."

Adam was now thoroughly confused, "are you trying to psychoanalyze me?"

"Depends."

Adam was furious now, "I will not be mocked by some human!"

He went in for another attack, which was also easily parried by the man, "Hm, interesting, your tone when saying the word 'human' possessed a venomous quality to it and judging by your horns… your attack on me is, in fact, racially motivated. Now why is it that you hate humans so?"

"Don't toy with me you bastard! Take this seriously!"

"I am taking it seriously; it is you who are not taking it seriously."

Adam raised an eyebrow, "What?"

"This… hatred you feel towards humans, what brought it on? Were you taught this mindset or did you develop it after a particular traumatic event?"

"Oh, I see how it is," Adam chuckled before laughing out loud, "Listen, human, I hate your kind because of what you did to mine, of what you did to ME! Not because my dad got killed in the Dust mines when I was twelve!"

"Or because my mom got torn apart in front of me by the Grimm! Or because I have to endure years upon fucking years racial prejudice simply because I was born a Faunus! Or because Blake-"

"B-because Blake…"

Adam froze.

"Mm hmm, tell me more."

"I- You- You piece of shit! What did you do to me?!"

"I did not do anything to you; all of this progress was achieved by you and you alone. Facing it was the first step, now you must learn how to deal with it."

"I- you… fuck..."

Once again, the Courier had successfully bullshitted his way out of a violent confrontation. Utilizing his psychoanalysis skills he had used on Philippe back in the Ultra-Luxe, he had once again, successfully made his opponent break down mentally.

But, from that mental breakdown, the Courier had acquired some important information about this place, another race called the Faunus apparently existed, and based on how the bull boy looked, might either have horns or features that are unnatural to humans.

He stored that knowledge away for later.

He thanked whatever being is out there for the Mentats. As without it, might've been too stupid to plan this entire thing out.

As for what happened before that? The Courier was happy that the wolf-dust-thing gave him the best high he ever had since that one bender in the Khans camp a couple months ago that included several tubes of Turbo and at least sixty Jet inhalers.

When he was tripping though, he saw strange visions of other black-furred beasts with bone features, and a woman whose skin was pale white and looked like it was being corrupted by strange black tendrils.

Brushing off that weird vision as nothing more than a hallucination, the Courier focused on the horned boy as he stood there frozen, a trail of tears rolling out through under his mask.

"Tell me your name," he asked the boy, "And I'll tell you mine."

"Adam," he replied, turning to look the other way, "My name is Adam."

"Hello Adam," the Courier said slowly and softly, not wanting to provoke the boy any further because he did not want the Old Glory to splinter into half, "My name is… uh…"

Problem: The Courier does not know his own name.

Everybody referred to him as just a 'Courier' and that was it! Ulysses called him 'Courier Six' but Ulysses was Ulysses and the Courier did not want to use that bum-ass name given to him by Ulysses.

In fact, he refused to take anything given to him by Ulysses in the Divide, because fuck that dude! The Courier still had phantom pains from all of those Deathclaw swipes and Tunneler hits down at Hopeville!

Right now, he needs to come up with a name fast, or else he'll look like a fucking idiot in front of his first human contact…

"…John," the Courier mentally facepalmed, "John… Courrier… yeah…"

The Courier held out a hand, Adam glanced at it before turning away, "I'm not going to shake hands with you, human."

"Who says I am one?"

That's right Courier, lie to this kid so that you can get on his good side without being slashed at…

"You're… you're not a human? I don't believe you." Adam furrowed his brows in anger.

"I'm not a human! Trust! Here look!" he opened his mouth, showing off his teeth, two of which were chipped and looked like fangs, "See! Fangs!"

"You fucking liar! Those are chipped teeth!"

"Wow, so what? So what if my fangs looked like chipped teeth! I can't believe you're this racist, even against your own kind? Tsk tsk, shame on you Adam."

"You- I- but-" Adam fumed, "Fuck you!"

"Ah ha! No logical argument against my clearly superior reasoning and deductions! You have resorted to attacking my character rather than my claims! Shame on you twice, Adam!"

"Grr…" Adam was positively pissed now, "then why were you out in the forest then?!"

"To be honest? Getting high."

"What?"

"Yeah."

"That doesn't- that- are you really a Faunus?"

"Sure am!"

"Then you must know of the struggles of our people, correct?"

"Sure do!"

"Then why didn't you join the White Fang?"

White Fang. Based on how Adam talked about it, must be some kind of revolutionary group trying to solve some kind of issue with racism. And judging by Adam's mental breakdown, the Faunus does not have it good compared to the humans.

"Well… uh… I have human friends?" the Courier shrugged, "and they wouldn't have liked it if I joined…? Eh? Maybe?"

"Are they really your friends then? Stopping you from joining the White Fang? Stopping you from going out there and making a real change to help your brothers and sisters who are suffering while you hang out with them? These- these humans?!"

"Hey! I'm here now aren't I? So can I join then?"

"…" Adam's mouth twitched, "why are you dressed like that? What's with the bodysuit?"

"Why are you dressed like that, huh?" the Courier scowled, he really hated it when people insulted his choice of fashion, it was efficient and battle-ready dammit! "So much black and red! Are you trying to look like you're depressed?"

"Fuck you!"

"Fuck you!"

The Courier, despite cursing out Adam, was pretty giddy all things considered, not only was he going on another adventure, but a revolution no less!

He always wanted to lead a revolution; the thought of assembling a rag-tag group of people to fight against the higher power was very appealing to him, especially after taking over New Vegas.

He thought his life of excitement and gunslinging was over when he worked with Yes Man and took over the Strip for himself, he started to feel like Raul a bit too!

That old Ghoul always wanted to go back to his Vaquero days, just like how he wants to go back to his old Murder days!

Finally! His stash of Psycho and Jet will finally have some use after all!

Second chapter means second character.

I wonder what Mentats taste like sometimes. Must be fruity, like Lifesavers.

Here's some responses to the reviews last chapter, hooray reviews!

Prr6755: While the Courier is indeed very strong, I want some degree of challenge for him at least. Think like doing the Dead Money DLC last, while your skills are very high, your equipment is gone so you'll have to improvise and take it slow because you'll die even though you're level 50 type shit, y'know?

skyway920: That sounds pretty cool, shame that its dead though.

Thanks for reading, please review, I need feedback.