There was a heavy air in the room.

When they had arrived they had considered it an easy mission. Listen to key points, record and send them back to command. Find the best location to create a new world for faunus kind.

This place is hell.

The nations of this Wasteland barely controlled a quarter of the continent. So much land either unclaimed or unknown to those present at the meeting.

Dangerous wildlife that seemed too exist for the sole purpose of granting painful death. Unknown tribes or hostile empires existing in any place not marked as controlled by them.

Not to mention the dangers of radiation.

How they never shut up about how dangerous it was.

How painful dying to it is.

The pictures... He could never erase such images from his mind.

Still, he stood in the centre of the room with many of his fellow White Fang members, putting on a strong face.

Unsure looks painted the face of many of their members. Having to be present during the meetings, standing next to both hated figures and skilled Huntsmen strained their wills. Paired with the serious and warning attitude carried by many of the Wastelanders.

It had slowly ground away at their will.

Alas the greatest gut punch was the policies that were set by both parties.

The Wastelanders had little issues with faunus, the fact they could tolerate the skinless zombies and those green brutes made it rather obvious that a simple pair of ears or a tail wasn't a problem for them.

No, it was their denouncement of the White Fang.

They would have no tolerance for the organization or their actions.

The only reason they weren't exposed was due to the sheer discipline their training had instilled in them. Had they been recruits, or Brother's forbid radicals, they would have lost their calm and done something irreversible.

He could already imagine a figure like Adam Taurus or Fenris Threader leaping atop the tables and attempting to kill the representatives of the Wasteland.

How far they would get against all the security, not to mention the elite Huntsmen of the four kingdoms, was up for question.

Still, they already had a damaged reputation to the people of the Wasteland, no need to make it any worse.


"It is with great joy that we can announce the end of discussions." Redhawk announced with a booming voice. He, alongside many of the other representatives stood with pride. Five days of debate, five days of arguing, five days of crash courses in history, five days of business deals and trade deals.

They had finalized their work in a large document.

Inaliable rights, trading deals, extraditionary treaties for criminals and other such ilk. Immigration between the Four (Five) Kingdoms and the American Wasteland.

If Mary was being honest, it could have been done two days earlier if both sides weren't trying to gain small edges over the others. Not even the Kingdoms were truly aligned with one another, though the Wasteland wasn't truly united in their wants either.

The only group out of all those present that Mary would say won, would have to be the Gun Runners.

The Sale and Manufaturing of Firearms would always be invaluable in either of their worlds. Throw in the fact that all four City States, and some of the larger cities aligned with said city states, gave them the OK to set up shop and begin sales.

They would be swimming in wealth soon.

Speaking of organizations going overseas.

The Followers seemed to have a vested interest in places like Mantle and Menagerie. Though it makes sense, places having to deal with discrimination and inequality were often their first choices to help.

She's also surprised that Atlas actually gave them the OK for it.

There had to be some sort of hidden agenda there, no doubt about it.

Speaking of hidden agendas, The Schnee Dust Company.

What a bunch of Nats.

Tried pushing rather unfair deals and high expenses for any shipments of dust sent for the Wasteland. Too bad they had no need for it Comercially, it seemed far to unreliable and already far more costly when compared too Cold Fusion or Nuclear Power.

They were still paying for it, She'd have some to experiment with, as would those West Coast egg heads at Big MT and Nate's little pseudo institute. The SDC would never get a large fortune from them, no real need to fork over such things.

But back to the main point, their talks were done. Deals have been made. People can freely move between the Wasteland and the four kingdoms if they so wish. She could see many people from the Wasteland moving to the Four Kingdoms, not so much too the Wasteland. Not everyone would just leave the Wasteland though, the people here haven't spent the past two hundred years living in this hellhole just to forget all about it in an instant.

"Ma'am, something came up." One of her guards whispered into her ear. Mary glanced back, looking into the lens of the power armor. Wordlessly, a small holotape was handed to her.


Ironwood let his shoulders relax as he stepped out of the meeting room for the final time. Five days of debating, trying foods from the Wasteland, constantly being supplied with a medication called Rad X to help combat any ill effects of radiation.

It was all over.

He was glad to say that it went well, there is no war between the Kingdoms of Remnant and the Nations of the Wasteland. Atlas trading Dust and small weapon platforms for energy weapons and fusion cells from the ROC had to be the best in his opinion. Any weapons that can be used to combat the Grimm would always be appreciated.

Not to mention those Followers, The fact that they pushed to set up in Mantle and would be supplying themselves would surely ease the already strained budget Atlas has for maintaining Mantle.

Then there's the Gun Runners, more arms manufacturers was always good.

Even the NCR and STN were pushing to make a few deals with Atlas, mainly with some sort of vehicle called a Tank.

Things were going great.

Yet he still had no word from the Expeditionary Fleet.

By now they should have been close to either the NMCG territory or far north of NCR territory. They could have sent out a distress signal, or call any of their new allies. Spending enough time with the representatives of the Wasteland showed that none of them even knew about the Fleet, or didn't bother mentioning it.

What if it was some other Wasteland group, those Enclave Remnants or the Brotherhood of Steel came to mind.

His musings were cut short as someone cleared their throat behind him.

Turning, Ironwood found himself face too face with Mary of the ROC. In her hands was a sort of dataslip, a holotape if he recalled one of the many lectures on Wasteland tech. "Ironwood, something has recently been sent to me, and I believe you should be made aware of it." She said while handing the holotape to him.

Looking down at the holotape he frowned, not having any means to access its information due to it rather archaic interface.

"There's a terminal to your left." Mary stated, reading his expression. Without a word he turned around and approached the blocky computer. Inserting rhe holotape and allowing the screen to light up, he accessed the holotape and opened the first file.

It was a picture of the Expeditionary Fleet, grounded and surrounded by airships.


Salem hissed as she felt a familiar pain pierce through her mind.

Seven Times she sent swarms of Grimm too the new continent.

Four times they melted in the ocean, even the largest of Leviathans sent out melted into the ocean around them.

Three times she sent swarms of flying Grimm.

The first was lost in a green cloud, turning to ash before she even realized what was approaching.

The second made landfall, approaching a wide and desolate landscape that would work well as a staging area, only for the entire swarm to melt in less than a minute of arriving.

The third swarm, the most recent one, had travelled farther north than the others. She had them go for a large and desolate city, the concrete jungle would have served well for new spawning ground on the continent.

They melted like all the rest.

Something was causing this; The Burning Water, The Green Clouds, the Total Desolation of the land.

It was not magic, she would have known if it was.

Scowling as she leaned back in her throne, she looked out to the rest of her throne room. She was alone, every last one of her servants were either on missions ot mulling about in other parts of the castle.

Without a second though a Sier Grimm manifested to her right. An unspoken command echoed out before several others joined the first. Each sphere head now displaying her available loyal servants.

"How can I serve my goddess?"

"What do you require?"

"My apologies I have been quite busy mistress."

The words of her three most loyal servants overlapped in an instant.

"Watts, Tyrion, Hazel. We must create a new plan to deal with the new continent." She announced.

"How Mistress?!"

"A new plan?"

"How shall we proceed?"

The three spoke as one, then grew quiet.

"The current plan to create a foothold on the new continent has failed, an unknown has caused the hordes to... melt." Salem explained. She swallowed her pride and grandure, placing trust in her servants who hold more knowledge to the outer world than she.

"The Radiation." Watts voice chimed in.

"The what?" Salem asked, her eyes narrowing. She looked closer to the Sier with Watts' face in it.

"Its a form of energy that's infested this new continent, something about old world weapons that bombed the place to ruin." Watts explained.

"Why was I not made aware of this?" Salem inquired.

"YES WHY!!!?" Tyrion chimed in.

"I had only discovered it recently myself while combing through the newly expanded net." Watts spoke calmly. "Besides, no one could have predicted that radiation would have such an effect on Grimm." Watts continued.

Salem took in a heavy breath, then grit her teeth. "Have you found any other pieces of information about this new continent?" She inquired.

"Around two hundred years ago it was bombed into ruin, the radiation from those bombs poisoned most of the landscape." Watts paused. "Several nations have arisen from those wastes, five of which have concluded talks with the four kingdoms and Menagerie." Watts said as Salem scowled.

More enemies to fight, more pawns for Ozpin to throw at her.

"Whay have you found about these Nations of the Wasteland?" Salem inquired.

"Only general history, those pre-war nations seemed to take their cyber security far more seriously than even Atlas. It will take time for me to grow familiar with their systems." Watts said sternly.

"Any others things I should know about?" Salem inquired. She could hear Hazel huff while Tyrion seemed to shiver through the Sier.

"One of the Nations known as the Legio Unum used to be part of a massive tribe of Marauders, they split a few years ago and now a warlord known as Ceaser Lanius has been moving to conquer the divided tribes." Watts explained.

"Where are they?" Salem inquired.

"They are in the mid west, their borders almost touch the Legio Unum." Watts said.

Salem nodded as she turned to the other Siers.

"Also the West most nation, known as the New California Republic, has been dealing with issues in the southern parts of their nation." Watts added.

"Anything else?" Salem inquired.

"There's a large nation called the Brotherhood of Steel located in the Mid east of the continent. All I could get was vague border data before I was locked out." Watts said.

Salem frowned for a moment, before shaking her head and shifting back to her prior thought.

"Watts, continue gathering information on the new continent and it's nations." Salem announced.

"Understood Mistress." Watts responded.

"Tyrion, Hazel, I have an important mission for the two of you." She announced with cold calculating eyes.