Leaning back in her chair, Glynda nursed a cup of coffee as the men around her riffled through paperwork. For the past few days the people from The Followers of the Apocalypse and the lone man from The Gun Runners had been hard at work preparing to set up in Vale. Two Warehouses near the more commercial areas of Vale were purchased for them, but they weren't ready to move in just yet. So, they had spent these last few days working through details and budgets.

Both Ozpin and the Council requested that she be the one to watch over them as they did so.

Now she leaned back, having spent the day listening to them talk, comparing measurements of the Warehouses and debate where items should be moved where.

The only true interaction she had with any of them was the odd question. What's the general area like? How many people would they expect? And many others of similar nature.

Though they had arrived during the weekend, it was now the start of the weekday. Classes were starting up and they had to get a pair of Vale Huntsmen to substitute for her classes.

There was one thing, one of Ozpin's more "eccentric" plans.


Had you asked Weiss what she expected to see when she arrived in a recently set up class, three robots and a woman in strange armor was the last thing she expected.

Well, she wasn't being completely true. It was a man in heavy armor, a ball-shaped robot who simply hovered, a robot dog, and a woman in strange armor.

She turned to Ruby, only seeing a similar case of confusion on her face. Her other teammates being the same story.

Without a word she took her usual seat, not taking her eyes off the man in armor sitting where the teacher typically sat. She made only the occasional glance to the rest of the class, watching as all her fellow students filed in and took their seats.

When the last student arrived, the man stood up. "Hello everyone, I understand that some of you are confused about who I am and why I'm here." The man began, the woman behind him just shook her head and ran a hand over her helmeted face.

"You can call me the Storyteller, and I am from the Wasteland." The Now named Storyteller said, before he turned to the woman next to him. "With me is Ranger Tanner, Edna, and Daisy." He said, gesturing first to the woman, then the orb robot, then ending on the dog. "It's been my mission to catalog and record the history of the Wasteland." The Storyteller paused. "Today, and for the next week or so, I will be teaching you all about the history of the Wasteland, I'm sure some of you may already recognize my voice if you've heard any of my recordings on the web or over the radio." The Storyteller said.

Weiss raised her brow, there had only been rumors and small bits of news about what this new Wasteland held. One prolific story, was of a man rambling on and on about various topics.

This very man is now teaching a class.

Before the man could continue one of her classmate's hands shot up. "Yes, what's your question?" The Storyteller inquired.

"Why?" was all the student asked.

"Because we're all sharing this planet now." Ranger Tanner spoke up from behind.

"What my friend here means is that your Headmaster requested I come and teach you the history of the Wasteland, especially as there may come a day where you will find yourself walking the lands of the Former U.S.A. and her territories." The Storyteller answered, causing many too look at him in curiosity.

"Now that brings us to our first subject, life before the Wasteland." The Storyteller announced. "Now, does anyone want to gues how long our world has been a Wasteland?" The Storyteller asked the class. Hands were raised, her own included, before the Storyteller's gaze landed on Blake just next to her. "You, Miss Blake Bellahdonna, what is your guess?" The Storyteller asked.

"Fifty Years." Blake guessed.

"Nope." Ranger Tanner said.

"By current estimates, it's been almost two hundred and fourteen years since the world was destroyed." The Storyteller replied. Many in the class gasped, Weiss felt her eyes widen as she felt Ruby's hand grap her arm.

"First, We'll be going over what the world was like before the Great War, then I'll give a brief description of each major faction currently found in the Wasteland." The Storyteller explained as the robot, Edna if Weiss remembered correctly, floated right next to him. "Edna here will be projecting pictures onto the board behind me to help illustrate certain points." The Storyteller said as Edna let out a short series of beeps.

"Feel free to pull out those "Scrolls" of yours, recording it to rewatch may prove helpful as I'll be asking a series of questions at the start of our classes related to what I've talked about." The Storyteller advised.

"Also keep your questions till the end, he talks more than he thinks." Ranger Tanner chimed in.

"Regardless, we shall begin with the Pre-War United States and what led to the Great War." The Storyteller said. Weiss pulled out her scroll and hit record as Edna began projecting on the board behind the Storyteller.

"In the decades before the Great War. A global Super-Power known as the United States of America held power over the continent." The Storyteller began as a picture of a red, white, and blue flag with a circle of stars in its upper left corner appeared on the board.

"It was a prosperous age. People could work and buy as much as they wanted." Now a picture of a shop called The Super Duper Mart appeared. "Stores shelves were packed with all sorts of commodities and the country was connected by numerous roads and railways." Now a picture of a billboard for something called Nuka Cola appeared.

"The world was in the Atomic Golden Age. Nuclear reactors let every city glow from dawn too dusk, Advanced robots could do all the housework, and anyone could race down the highway in a fission-powered Corvega." Two pictures, one of a floating three-armed robot holding a tray of food, the other a smooth-looking car.

"Shops sold food chalked full of so many preservatives that they're still good today."

"HOW?!" Someone in the crowd shouted, who they were Weiss wasn't sure.

"Lots of Preservatives, moving on." Tanner stated before turning back too The Storyteller. The Storyteller just chuckled before taking a short breath.

"Sadly, such things were not too last." His tone became said as a Newspaper with the words "Red Terror" now flashed across the board.

"America had many enemies, the worst being that of Communist China." A Picture of a map, two large countries being labeled with red and blue respectively rested at the center.

"As Time passed, resources grew more sparce. Old rivalries flared up and desperation began too take hold." Now the image of a poster, depicting someone wearing armor similar too the Storyteller was shown.

"The Middle Eastern Confederacy used their dwindling uranium supplies too bomb one another. The European Union tore itself apart over their remaining Oil. The resource war had begun" A Newspaper with the word "War" in bold appeared.

"For the Next decade the world tore itself apart, throwing everything they had at one another too ensure they would be the ones to come out on top." It was now an image of an empty field, only dotted by dead trees and a lone body lying face down.

"America's primary source of Oil was in Anchorage Alaska, and China wanted it." Another Newspaper showing a red octopus grabbing onto a piece of land was shown.

"Due to the stress of the war America annexed her continental Neighbors, becoming the sole power on the continent." It now showed too maps, one baring three large countries with America on the middle, the other only had no borders, just America.

"By the end of the Decade, with Alaska liberated and the war coming to an end. Many let relief wash over them as the idea of war left their minds. Yet some were skeptical, they knew that China would not just take such a loss lightly." Now a poster with thee words "Victory" at the top was shown.

"Various Pre-War organizations began constructing means of preservation, they knew that if such a disaster struck they couldn't save everyone." Now a picture of a massive vault door, open and showing its three feet of thickness, with the number 13 in the center.

"Most Prominent were the Vaults, massive underground safehouses capable of saving thousands each, or so many would think." Now a closed Vault door with the number 11 in the center.

"October, twenty-seventy-seven, the sirens rang. Many fled to their vaults, others huddled underground. Some thought the sirens little more than a drill, laughing at friends and neighbors as they ran." The Image of a scorched wall, the outline of a person burned onto it.

"Image their shock when the bombs were dropped, the burn of nuclear detonation scorching the world around them." Now, it showed the image of a large crater, almost half a mile deep, in the middle of a ruined city.

Weiss felt Ruby's grip tighten, even felt her shaking through the arm. She was many others in the class felt the same, she just wasn't showing it.

"China struck first, America struck back, the whole world was bathed in nuclear devastation." Now the picture of a mushroom cloud, reaching into the sky, was shown.

"No one knows how many people died, either from the blast or the poisoning of the land from raditation." Now a picture of a warning sign, some kind of circular hazard mark.

"Thankfully people still survived; either in the safety of the vaults, in underground structures, or far away from any detonation site." The image of a canyon, a river running along the ground and greenery dotting the landscape.

"Many of those Vaults opened after a few decades, their dwellers going on to help revive the Wasteland and it's population." The Storyteller said as the image of a vault door with number 15 was shown.

"Even going on to found places like the NCR." Ranger Tanner spoke up.

"Indeed, Vault fifteen was a sort of social experiment. A few thousand people who hated one another all trapped in a steel sealed safehouse." Now the picture showed a small village with stone buildings.

"Many of her dwellers would go on to form some of the worst Raider gangs in California, but a some would go on to found a small village known as Shady Sands." Now that same village, just a bit more lively was shown.

"Shady Sands has been through a lot, even witnessed two different legends of the Wasteland walk her streets." Now a statue of a man in a jumpsuit stood in the center of Shady Sands.

"The most proficient of Shady Sands leaders was their second President, Tandy, the daughter of their first president." Now the image of a very old woman was shown.

"She lived to be almost a hundred, I even got to talk to her about some of her history, though that was over sixty years ago." The image changed to shown the same old woman now sporting a mischievous smile.

Weiss felt her brow raised at such an implication. 'This man, has to be at least eighty years old.' She surmised.

"Shady Sands would go on to unify with various settlements around California; New Arroyo, Klamath, The Den, Redding, Vault City, Gecko, New Reno, Broken Hills, San Francisco, Junktown, The Hub, New Necropolis, The Boneyard, and Dayglow." A Massive map of the NCR was shown, each region around each city highlighted.

"The NCR has the largest population of any Wasteland Nation, nearing almost two million people." The Storyteller said before the picture of a Tired man in a suit with Blonde hair and green eyes was shown.

"The NCR is currently led by President Redhawk, a retired NCR soldier who served as the Vice President of the previous President." It now showed Redhawk standing next to a comparibly dim looking man.

"Now, many things led to the NCR as it is today, one of the most recent was known as the Mojave Campaign." It now showed a smaller region on the map, just east of NCR territory.

"This is where we begin with the STN, and it's founder Courier Six." It shifted to a picture of a tall man with blonde hair and a short beard, his eyes covered by a set of aviators.

As Weiss looked over his Armored coat, she felt her breath hitch. Resting on his belt, half hidden by the coat, was Jaune's sword.

Cocrea Mors.


"Adam, report?" Cinder said, her mouth half twisted in a snarl. For the past three weeks she had recieved no news from the White Fang, not even an update from Roman. She knew the theif was rather slippery, but even the White Fang would send her weekly reports.

Even Adam Tauros, in his insane redoric, held a sense of loyalty to her.

Not anymore apparently, even since this new World appeared her plans have been thrown into disarray.

Then she recieved a message from Emerald. "Old Man brought in someone from the Wasteland, lots of info from him." was what it said as a video came with it. It was well over an hour long, but the image of the man in armor intrigued her.


Amari watched as the man in the memory lounger rested peacefully. She had never met Six in person until this day, but she could see that he needed this. The tales of his amnesia, the pair of 9mil lodged in his skull, the migraines that would come with all his cybernetics.

Honestly, she was shocked that he was fully functional.

Then she heard a bump in the lounger. Her eyes narrowed as she shuffled closer too the lounger.

Then the Lounger opened, forcing her too jump back. Six rose in a flash, stretching his arms before he turned to her. Without a word he stepped out of the lounger, retrieving his hat from the nearby table.

"How do you feel?" Amari inquired.

"Better." was all Six said before he reached into his coat. Amari felt her eyes widen as Six handed her a bag full of caps. "Thank you doc, I'll be heading out now, send the President my thanks as well." Six said.

"You aren't staying?" Amari asked.

"No, there's something I have to do back out West." Six replied as he began to walk out.

Amari just watched as Six wandered out of the Memory Den, her eyes glancing back to the bag of caps in her hands.