Summoning all his strength to remain calm, Six strode down the streets of Argus. Few gave him any mind as he was dressed in casual wear that wouldn't be out of place in Argus. He was out on a walk before the big meeting, before he'd see his family again. Taking a long breath, letting the cool air soothe his lungs, he continued towards the Follower's facility.
As he arrived, the two guards gave him a brief nod before allowing him through the door. He wandered the halls, approaching the private room set up for just this meeting. Veronica and Christine were mingling on one side of the room, Arcade was reading a book on Dust Theory at the table, and Ed-E was hovering over the table. He wasn't sure where Raul and the Old Man went, but they should be back before the meeting starts.
Six took a seat on one end of the table, running his hands over his face. Ed-E let out a series of high-pitched chirps while hovering closer to Six. "I know, but it's still difficult to know how they'll react," Six said as Ed-E let out a whine. "Thanks, you've always been there for me," Six whispered as the door opened and Raul walked in, the Old Man not far behind him. Raul lowered the bandana from his face and let it rest around his neck while the Old Man took the seat next to him.
Six's eyes drifted to the clock on his Pip-Boy, Three-Fifty-Eight, two minutes before the meeting begins.
A Follower walked into the room, their eyes scanning the room before it landed on Six. "Sir, your guests have arrived, do you want me to send them in now?" They asked.
"Yes, send them in," Six said, earning a nod from the Follower before they left the room. Everyone quickly took a seat at the table; The Old Man, Arcade, and Raul sat to his right, Veronica and Christine sat to his left, and Ed-E hovered just behind his left shoulder. Six took a long breath to remain calm as he heard the approach of many feet.
The door opened, and two tall and imposing figures stepped forth, followed by three others. The lead was an older man, blonde-haired with bits of grey, a beard that to his collar, and a sword strapped to his back. Just behind him was a woman with hair far more golden than the former, piercing sapphire eyes looking over the room. A blonde-haired woman held the hands of a dark-skinned woman as they followed after the lead two. The third follower was younger than the rest, but her glare at the room's inhabitants was not unnoticed. Six watched as their collective gaze froze at Raul, before narrowing at him. His father George Arc, his mother Andora Arc, His older sister Saphron, Saphron's wife Terra, and the second oldest daughter Merda Arc.
"So, you sent the letter?" The man asked, pulling the letter out of his coat pocket. Six noticed the small jolt from some of his companions at the similarities of their voices.
"Yes, there is a long story behind it," Six said, allowing their guests to have their own jolt of surprise. The older man narrowed his eyes, Six meeting the eyes of George Arc. Six stood up, taking off his aviators and allowing his own sapphire eyes to look them over without obstruction. "It's a story you might not believe," Six said.
"Jaune?" Andora Arc asked as she stepped forward.
"Hey Mom, it's been a while," Six said before he stood up. It took barely a moment before Six felt his parents rush towards him and pull him into a hug, his sisters joining in not long after.
"What happened to you?" George asked as the group hug broke off.
"It's an extremely long story, you might want to take a seat," Six advised. His family followed suit, seating themselves on the other end of the table. Six took a deep breath, knowing he would have to leave out certain details. "It all began during a mission in the north of Vale," Six said.
Stepping into the warehouse, Emerald and Mercury on her flanks. Earlier she had received a message from her mistress that new allies would be here to help shore up the numbers lost from the White Fang's disappearance. She could see Roman and his little snake were already waiting for them in the warehouse. She could already hear the snide comment before Roman even opened his mouth.
"Before you say a word, Roman, understand that you are still on thin ice," Cinder warned.
"Oh please, you even brought the kids, seems we have nothing more to discuss other than domestic squabbles," Roman said as Merucry just chuckled.
"Are we truly interrupting such a thing?" A voice spoke up from the rafters. Cinder turned, looking over the figure who now stood on the upper floor. "You, the one with burning eyes, you are Cinder?" The figure asked.
"I am, are you the one sent by her?" Cinder replied.
"I am one of many, you may call me Lost Eyes," The figure stepped out, revealing a man in casual wear with a large bandana on top of his head that ran down to the bridge of his nose.
"One of many, I can assume they are here?" Cinder asked. Lost Eyes said nothing, merely making a gesture to the sides of the warehouse. Without a single sound, ten men in casual wear stepped out of the darkness of the warehouse. Emerald seemed to edge closer to her while Mercury clenched his fists in case a fight broke out. Roman seemed unimpressed while Neo just began twirling her umbrella in a carefree manner.
"We are the Frumentari, we have sworn to aid your Mistress and her mission," Lost Eyes said.
"Frumentari, those assassins from the Wasteland?" Mercury spoke up. Cinder almost huffed, annoyed at the reminder of Mercury's newfound encyclopedia of knowledge.
"To refer to us as nothing more than assassins is a gross understatement of our capabilities," Lost Eyes replied. Cinder just looked over the ten men around the warehouse.
"Is this all?" She asked.
"For now, you mustn't worry about our numbers, we can achieve your mission that was left unfinished by the animals," Lost Eyes proclaimed.
"Can you?" Cinder inquired.
"Yes, the train in Mount Glenn is half full, it would take only a short time to have the Dust loaded and the train primed for its leave," Lost Eyes stated.
"Well, Roman shall go with-" "No, we do not require a thief to aid us in our mission," Lost Eyes cut her off.
"You!" Cinder grit her teeth. Lost Eyes held up a single finger in response.
"We swore Loyalty to your Mistress Salem, you are but one of her servants like us," Lost Eyes said. Cinder glared at the man, flames licking against her fingers. "Do not think your sorcery will intimidate us," Lost Eyes said. "Whatever fear you believe you could bring to us has long since been strangled by our own hands," Lost Eyes stated.
"Roman will-" "Will continue to steal from stores and shipments, as a thief is meant to do," Lost Eyes cut her off once more.
"Don't I get a say in this?" Roman chimed in.
"Are you averse to stealing from others?" Lost Eyes inquired.
"No, but there isn't much Dust left to steal in the city, not from the usual sources," Roman said.
"Then take the Dust from the rest then head for Mount Glenn," Cinder countered.
"You do realize the only place with a large enough supply of Dust left is Beacon and the power grid, right?" Roman inquired with narrow eyes.
"Then it may be best to switch to reconnaissance," Lost Eyes advised.
"Roman is my agent, he must be on the train," Cinder said. Roman just glared at her while Neo clutched the grip of her umbrella.
"So be it, we will send the train, and if Roman survives the crash and the Grimm we will see," Lost Eyes said. With silent steps, Lost Eyes disappeared into the shadows of the warehouse, the other Frumentari disappearing much the same. Cinder glared at the spot where Lost Eyes had stood before she turned her gaze to Roman.
"You will head for Mount Glenn," She stated with a glare and burning eyes. A small migraine already forming in the back of her mind as she knew she would be stuck working with these Frumentari for the foreseeable future.
Hours had passed as Six recounted the years he spent in the Wasteland. Certain details were omitted, best that no one ever found out about some of them. At first, it was just Six and the Old Man, recounting the early days in New Arroyo as Jaune was acclimated to the Wasteland. It changed when Six got to his... death and subsequent second life. The horror in his family's eyes as he showed the two bullet wounds on his forehead changed to distress as he recounted his days in the Mojave. From working for Mr. House, before he began making it his own. He brushed over his political work, his efforts in the NCR, and the numerous connections held by the Followers of the Apocalypse and the New Canaanites. His companions chiming in at various points to help illustrate the story.
He stopped just before the second battle of Hoover Dam. he could see his family was silent, confliction on their faces. His gaze turned to his Pip-Boy, they had spent several hours in the room already.
George stood up, his face heavy as Six mirrored his father's actions. "Jaune," George said.
"I go by Six nowadays," Six trailed off as the two approached one another.
"I don't care, you're my son, even after all this," George said.
Six said nothing, just smiled as his father put his hand on his shoulder.
"So Jaune... if you control Vegas... would you be opposed to letting us visit?" Saphron chimed in. Six turned to her as George shook his head.
"Not right now, maybe in the future," Six replied.
"I think we should take a break?" Andora spoke up.
"Yeah, it's been a few hours," Six said.
"The rest of your sisters will want to be here," George said.
"They will," Six said, knowing the short chaos that the rest of his sister would bring. He watched as his family stood up, preparing to leave. "Just, please keep this quiet for now, I don't want anyone with nefarious ideas to catch wind of this," Six warned.
"We'll keep it quiet, you have my word," George said.
"Thanks, Dad," Six said as he watched them leave, a weight now gone from his shoulders.