Hi, glad too see that the first chapter is gaining traction.

Let's see if I can keep this interesting.


Ozpin was having the mother of all headaches today.

The day had began normally, as normal as could be for the headmaster of one of Four Huntsmen Academies.

Only slight chaos, small budgetting issues, blancing staff scheduling, having to find ways to balance teams who had suffered losses and were in the midst of recovering.

Normal things for the leader of a school of warriors.

Now, now he was wishing he never got out of bed.

"Ozpin, you have to understand, this new land could be teaming with Grimm." Ironwood argued with members of the Atlas Council from across the room.

Ozpin could only sigh as the Councils went in circles around one another at there new development.

At 2 pm a massive streak of light overtook the entire sky. Next thing they knew an entire continent now eyed west Mistral and the shared Vale/Vacuo eastern region.

Not to mention the sheer amount of data traffic that had flooded the CCT systems in that instant. Radio transmissions, data patches, some recording of a guy talking about a type of fancy snack "cakes" that congeal at room temperature.

It was only thanks to the sheer urgency of their meeting and the security of their call that they could talk at all.

How he wishes he could just get out of it.

Oddly enough all that traffic did yield a few results.

New California Republic, Sovereign Territories of Nevada, The Republic of the Capital, The Brotherhood of Steel, and The New Massachusetts Congressional Government.

Then the two most important ones, United States of America and Wasteland.

A list of Nations, maybe factions, who seemed to control territory in this continent known as the U.S.A.

Living what what they all called a Wasteland.

Alas, that was all they could gather from the traffic for the time being. If they could get in contact with these factions, see what this new continent had in store for the rest of Remnant.

There will be time for speculation, but now is the time for decisions.


Nate watched as Six and Mary backed away from some of the monitors in the Castle's comm tower. Six ran a hand over the bridge of his nose while Mary seemed to relax her shoulders.

The two of them had just finished checking on their respective territories, as he had already done earlier.

"The ROC is fine, slight panic but the Regulator Mulitia is doing their best to keep things calm." Mary said.

"Wish I could say the same." Six chimed before frowning. "Whole of the northern NCR is experiencing riots while the south is in chaos, Nevada and her surroundings are doing OK for the most part at least." Six explained.

"You think the issues in the South will get worse?" Mary inquired.

"The NCR will bounce back, it's more than capable of doing so, but all that chaos means a massive spike in Raider gangs and gaps in security around the Boneyard and San Francisco." Six explained.

Mary just huffed while Nate shook his head.

Still, back to the elephant in the room.

"So, anyone want to take a guess of where we are?" Nate asked. Mary just rubbed her eyes while Six shrugged.

"Not on Earth, that's for sure." Tinker Tom chimed in. Nate and Mary turned to him while Six just dumbly nodded. "Been checking some of that satelite data, readings from orbit, showing stars and stuff in different places, even ones we never had before." Tom further explained.

"Great, stuck on an unknown alien world with God knows what to contend with." Mary stated.

"We'll just have to make the most of it." Nate said as Six pulled out a large sci-fi looking pistol.

"I'm going back to Vegas, the quick way." Six said before walking out of the comm tower. Nate and Mary watched him leave, knowing exactly what Six was going to do.

Mary turned back to the screens and quickly activated the comms. "Captains of the Polk and Jefferson, what is the status on Massachusetts Cargo distribution?" She requested.

"Seventy percent of delivery has been unloaded." The captain of the Polk replied.

"Only around forty eight percent done ma'am." The captain of the Jefferson said.

"Understood, Once finished I want the Polk prepared for a return trip too the ROC. Any remaining distribution is to be handled by the Jefferson." Mary commanded.

"Understood Ma'am." was the simultaneous response from both Captains.

Mary turned back to Nate and walked away from the comms. "We'll keep in touch, best of luck." She said as Nate nodded.

"Best of luck to you as well." Nate said.

Mary stopped as she stood shoulder too shoulder with Nate. "Remember our talk." She spoke quietly, only receiveing another nod from Nate.

Nate stood still, waiting for all the others to leave before he returned to the comms. "Tom, get in contact with the Constitution, have Ironsights expand his patrol route an additional fifteen miles out." Nate instructed. Tom nodded and got to work as Nate peaned towards a few particular terminals. "Minimal panic from the Nuka World base, Frontier outposts are still OK, No riots in the streets or rise in Raider activity." Nate murmured, listing off the reports he's receiving from the terminals.

He paused, eyes narrowing at the feed slowly trickling in on one of the terminals. Skimming it over he picked up a small collection of key words.

Vale, Vacuo, Atlas, Mistral, and Menagerie.

Not to mention the strangest of all, Grimm.

The descriptions of such beasts slowly filling up the terminals screen as Nate raised a brow.

Beowolves, the most common type of Grimm. Paired with a picture identical to the beast shot down not even an hour ago outside the Castle's walls.

"How did he know?" Nate inquired in a soft voice. Watching as more data continued to arrive.


Six ran a hand through his hair, taking a moment to let his hand linger on the large scar running back from the left side of his forehead.

He and his entourage had returned to Nevada, The Big MT to be specific.

Julie Farkas approached, a knowing look in her eyes.

"Any new developments between our talk and arrival?" Six inquired as the others dispersed across the Think Tank.

All around members of the Followers and a few Non-Follower scientists ran around, checking data and moving satelites to content with their new situation. In one corner of the room was Dr. Mobius, hard at work on a new Robo Scorpion with little care for the world around him.

"None yet, same as when you checked in." Julie replied as Arcade walked past them.

"You get an energy reading on what caused it?" Six inquired as the three began walking to a large row of Monitors.

"Some of the old satelites caught a glimpse of that build up. By our estimations, Whatever it was produced enough energy to crack the planet several times over." Julie said with a grim voice.

"But rather than destroy the planet, it sends all of the Former U.S. too another world." Six surmised.

"Indeed, even brought every American made satelite and piece of U.S. space junk with it." Julie continued.

"That's a good thing, we might be capable of traveling the globe with enough time." Six stated.

"You talked with the NCR yet?" Boone inquired from the back of the group.

"Not yet, I'll check on them when we're back in the Lucky Thirty Eight." Six replied, the Big MT transponder already in hand. He turned back to Julie and primed the transponder. Julie held out a holotape and let Six grab it.

"Contained on that is every piece of data we got from the rest of this world. It even has some good news with it." Julie explained. Six just nodded as he fixed the holotape into his Pip-Boy's slot. Using the dials and buttons to navigate the data presented.

"All human, with some Mutants..." Six began, only to trail off as his eye twitched. "Faunus, they call them faunus." He corrected himself while skimming up and down the information. Six seemed to pause, his teeth visibly clenching before he rubbed his eyes and ran his hand over the bridge of his nose.

"Mostly good, 'cept for the weird beasts they're up against." Six commented before taking the holotape out of his Pip-Boy and handing it to Arcade. "Well, time to head for Vegas, see how the bear's doing." Six said as he raised the Big MT transponder once again.

In a flash the group now stood in the casino floor of the Lucky Thirty Eight. The floor itself having been remodeled to more of a lounge or meeting area. Six lowered the Big MT transponder and walked over to a large terminal on one side of the room. It took barely a moment before the terminal screen lit up and a hologram of the current NCR president was in the room with them.

The man was in his mid thirties, his green eyes tired and blonde hair somewhat unruly. His black suit was stained with ash, a lone cigarette clenched between his fingers as the man slowly turned to face Six.

"I'd ask why you're calling, but we all know what just happened." Said Jeremy Redhawk former Vice President too Kimball, now current President of the NCR.

A man who Six found to be much more agreeable than Kimball had ever been.

"Indeed, how long would you bet it keeps up?" Six inquired. "A few weeks, with a low chance of folks trying to split off. The Usual." Redhawk spoke with a glare.

"Have your scientists-"

"Yes, yes they have. If it wasn't for the Massive flood of data traffic we would already be talking with them." Redhawk interrupted Six.

"So... Whats the diplomatic plan? You gonna roll out the red carpet at Outpost Vigilance." Six inquired.

"Perhaps, the Valdez and her operations haven't been stopped by the Chaos in our southern territory." Redhawk replied. "Not to mention the bizarre reports of her distance too Outpost Vigilance." Redhawk added in as Six just nodded.

"Well, if you are doing that, I'd like to join in. It'll be easier if the West coast meets them face to face." Six said as Redhawk seemed to look him up and down.

"Are you going to invite your East Coast Buddies?" Redhawk inquired.

"Maybe, I have no idea if they'd be ready by the time we are." Six replied.

"That's acceptable, anyone who can push the Brotherhood of Steel to heel is appreciated." Redhawk said.

"They've been causing you trouble?" Six asked.

"Yes... Ever since Arthur Maxson set up his base in Chicago we've been getting reports of Metal Airships hanging just south of our border." Redhawk said.

"They must have come from the Midwest, Satelites can't catch everything past our borders." Six hypothesized.

"But onto other matters, how is your end holding up?" Redhawk asked.

"Panic is at a minimum, some unrest but nothing as bad as your end." Six answered honestly.

"Good, so we shall wait for the panic to die down before we attempting any form of person too person diplomacy." Redhawk said as a statement rather than a question.

"Should give me enough time to double check on the East Coast." Six said.

"Good, now I have a lot of business to get back too. And try to keep our meetings on a Schedule, you were lucky that no one else was in my office when you called." Redhawk admonished Six.

Six just nodded before deactivating the hologram. He turned to looked at his friends scattered throughout the Lucky Thirty Eight. "Alright folks, we'll be playing damage control for the next week or two." he said calmly.

The collection of nods and thumbs up was the answer he received.


Arthur looked out at the sky from his office in the recently completed headquarters of the Brotherhood of Steel. He looked out at the broken moon with a tense clenching in his jaw. His fists tightened, knuckles turning white under his leather gloves.

He was pulled out of his silence by a knocking against the metal door. He let out a breath and took a moment to ease his hands. "Enter!" he barked with a sense of authority. He didn't turn to look at the door as he heard it open and close, followed by the sounds of footsteps.

He could hear something being placed on his desk as he finally turned back. A lone scribe stood next to the desk, a air of uncertainty in the posture. "Report Scribe Booker." Arthur instructed the Scribe, casting them to slightly relax their stance.

"We're in a whole new world sir, filled with humans and a human sub species. Four major Nations with vast stretched of land and advanced technology developed independent of Earth or the U.S.A." Scribe Booker paused, taking a short breath as Arthur rested a hand on the report on his desk.

"Anything else I should know?" Arthur inquired.

"The world is infested with a bizarre species they refer to as Grimm, strange black creature said to be made of smoke." Booker answered.

Arthur nodded as he raised the report to eye level. "Dismissed." he calmly stated as Scribe Booker nodded and left. Arthur let his eyes skim over the report, his brow furrowing the more he read.

As he finished reading the report he bent the pages and slammed it on his desk. Turning to once again look out to the rebuilt Chicago. What had once been a small Brotherhood Outpost in a territory held by crime families and savages now stood as the Brotherhood's true home base.

Massive airstrips with Dirigibles, garages and hangers dedicated to all forms of vehicle maintenance, even their special divisions dedicated to unique technology.

It had been purified by the Brotherhood, remade into something with purpose.

Now they stood in a new world, with new factions to content with.

Mary had been a problem ever since Arthur first rose to leadership, trying to show him how to lead when he knew far more than she ever could. Her mere presence nearly tore the D.C. Brotherhood apart as many abandoned their vows and stood with her. She had forced him and all those who followed the creed their very identity was founded upon to leave.

The NCR was always an enemy to the Brotherhood. Once a collection of minor settlements, now one of the largest factions in the whole American Wasteland. Fool's who would bring about yet another Armageddon should they get their way.

Nate, a thorn in his side. A man from the Pre-war military who Arthur thought he could depend upon. Only to be betrayed as Nate refused his orders, defied his actions, and even bared arms against them during their mission in the Commonwealth. He had even convince several of his own men to join their side. The fact that Nate had led the Minutemen in the destruction of the Institute before the Brotherhood could do so was just salt in the wounds.

Courier Six, the only one he had not met in person, yet one of the greatest enemies the Brotherhood of Steel has to content with. Not only had he split the remaining West Coast Brotherhood much like his contemporaries, but he spit in the face of their very ideals. Taking the greatest technology from the likes of Robco and the Big MT and spreading it out upon the wasteland, allowing any fool or savage access to the tools of their own destruction.

They all stood opposed, United even, against the Brotherhood of Steel and it's mission.

Yet now, they were in a new world, one that would be difficult to judge. One which they could not afford to act without thinking.

Arthur hissed before leaning down and opening a drawer in his desk. He fished out a bottle of Whiskey and a small glass. Already pouring the first shot as he watched a small group of Brotherhood airships being primed for an expeditions into this new world. He let the burn of the whiskey linger in his throat as he poured a second shot.

There was much work to be done, and it was likely he wouldn't get another night like tonight for some time.