Yes I've got issues with makin new shit, fuck all you who be hatin.

Disclaimer: I don't own RWBY or the Fallout series, nor do I make any form of money off of this. All credit goes to the respective owners.

"It's days like today that I start to rethink every choice I've ever made." Six groaned as his coat flapped around as he fell through the air, as he fell he couldn't help but think about how this happened.

It all started when he decided to visit the think tank and they told him they invented a new means of teleportation, he made the mistake of offering to test it out after they assured him it worked perfectly. Long story short, it didn't and now he was falling from the sky in an unknown part of the world. With any luck it wouldn't be to far from the Big MT, but then again that wouldn't matter if the fall killed him. If he was completely honest with himself he wasn't to worried, he'd survived some of the most grueling things imaginable so a fall didn't really scare him.

Looking to his pipboy he quickly looked at the map. "Now thats odd, it's never said that before." He to himself as he reread the message on the screen 'No Signal'. Brushing it off as a glitch he'd look into later he set it back into stand by mode. "I've been falling for a while, how much fu-" He was abruptly cut off as his body slammed into the surface of a large lake sending a huge splash of water high into the air.

After nearly a minute Six breached the surface. "Further." He grumbled before looking around for the shore, it was difficult to see very far as it was late night where ever he was and clouds filled the sky. Reaching his hand up to the side of his customized elite ranger helmet he activated it's nightvision setting, with it he saw two things. First was the shore several hundred feet away, the second was something extremely new to him, something he'd have to look at closer before jumping to conclusions.

Taking a breath Six started his swim, it didn't take long to get to the shore, as he pulled himself out he looked at what had his attention. "Holy shit those are trees, and there not dead." Reaching out he ran his hand across the bark. "Well thats not something you see every day." As he stared up at the large tree the clouds parted allowing moonlight to shine through, without thinking Six looked up to the sky before stopping completely. "Shattered moon, thats a new one."

From the dark forest that surround him he heard a deep growl and looked over to see a pair of glowing red eyes. "That's not." He sighed pulling a long barreled revolver from his waist and pulled back the hammer.

Two months later

Amber stepped through the gates of the small village know as Applewood, it was a peaceful little town only about thirty miles from Vale. She was greeted with smiles and nods as most people were able to peg her as a huntress the moment they laid eyes on her.

Usually someone like her wouldn't be bothered with a job as simple as clear out a pack of grimm bothering such a small town, especially because of her special status. This time however she happened to be in the area and couldn't think of a reason to turn a blind eye on someone in trouble. Making her way towards the small towns hall she quickly entered to see the elderly mayor who sat smiling behind his desk. "Good day young lady, how may I help you?" He asked happily gesturing to the chair across from him.

Returning the smile Amber sat in the offered chair crossing her legs. "Thank you sir, I'm actually a huntress here about the group of grimm giving you issues." She explained to the older man.

Nodding in understanding. "Yes, thank you for coming but I deeply apologize for the wasted trip. You see, a freelancer already exterminated the pack just yesterday. I was actually going to report the development to the hunters office in Vale to cancel the request later today."

Amber frowned slightly as she listened. "The request stated that the pack consisted of more than two dozen beowulves, and was led by an elder alpha. Only a highly skilled hunter would be able to exterminate a pack like that, and you said they were a freelancer?" She sounded rather skeptical while asking, mercenaries were generally either combat school drop outs or amateurs with guns, to hear about one skilled enough to pull such a job off only meant one thing, a rouge hunter. Rouge hunters were extremely dangerous if left unchecked, anyone with the kind of training and skill they possess with out someone holding their leash had to be treated with cautions.

"Indeed, though he claimed he wasn't a freelancer but instead a courier, an odd claim but I didn't call him out on it."

Amber nodded. "So he claims to be a mailman? Do you know where I might meet this man?"

Smiling again the older man nodded. "Yes actually, after taking his payment he mentioned heading to the town tavern. Whether or not he's still there I don't know."

Amber nodded again. "Thank you very much sir." She stood and quickly left his office before making her towards the mentioned tavern. It wasn't hard to find in such a small town, after entering she quickly walked over to the barkeep and sat down.

"What can I get ya?" He asked with out ever looking up from the glass he was cleaning, Amber couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the cliche of the whole picture.

"I was told you could tell me where to find the man responsible for exterminating the grimm that had been hassling this village?" Before he could answer the question there was a loud series of groans from the far corner.

"Oh yeah, royal flush! Sorry gents but I win again." Amber looked to the one who spoke, he had short black spikey hair and had a scar running horizontally across his face over the bridge of his nose. He wore a long pitch black trench coat with black metal shoulder guards, underneath the coat she could see a black metal chest piece with a ammo belt running across and a strap with several pouches. The biggest thing that caught her attention however was the massive rifle leaning on the table next to him.

The man quickly gathered up his winnings. "Well it's been fun boys, but I've got places to be." The man grabbed the rifle by the strap connected to it and slung it across his back before making for the exit. As he walked she also noted the helmet hooked to his waist.

"I'm gonna guess that guy with the rifle is who I'm looking for." She mumbled to herself as she stood to follow him.

Hours later

Amber laid on her stomach beneath a group of bushes as she watched the man she'd been following sit at his camp fire, it had been sometime sense the sun had set and they were a good distance from Applewood. Up till this point she'd yet to see him commit any questionable acts but still wanted to watch him a while longer before confronting him.

The man suddenly stood gaining Amber's attention only to pull a wad of toilet paper from one of the pouches across his chest, he then proceeded to make his way into the woods to do his business. After several minutes Amber closed her eyes and took a breath and started rubbing her arms lightly as the cool night air started setting in. "Maybe I'm over reacting, I should just go talk to him. All this sneaking around is making me look like the bad guy." She spoke quietly to herself.

"I'm gonna have to agree with you on that one." A voice spoke from behind her causing her heart to nearly skip a beat, whipping her head around she soon froze in place at the sight of a very large barrel pointed at her face. Her hand twitched slightly towards the staff on her back before he spoke again, the glowing red eyes of his mask boring into her the whole time. "Girl, this rifle has enough power to turn your head inside out and back again, with or without aura. Don't be stupid." Amber said nothing as a nervous sweat began streaming down her forehead.

The two stayed that way without moving for almost a full minute before the man finally lowered his rifle. "If your done stalking me, why not come join me at the fire?" He spoke again as he re slung his rifle onto his back and started back towards the fire.

It wasn't until nearly another minute had past that Amber stood to follow all while trying to stop her heart from racing so fast, once at the fire the man gestured for her to take a seat. Accepting the offer Amber began warming herself by the flames. "So whats such a beautiful little girl like you doing in a place like this?" He asked as he pulled off his helmet and set it beside him.

Amber frowned. "I'm not a little girl, I'm twenty one and a licensed huntress! Also, who are you to call me little, you barely look older than me?!" She shouted angrily, she always hated it when people called her little, it also didn't help that he started laughing at her anger.

"A fiery thing, I like it." He continued chuckling. "The names Six, whats yurs kid?"

Amber continued to glare at him for a few more moments before answering. "It's Amber, and what kind of name is Six?" She crossed her arms with a slight pout.

"Not a very good one, but it's all I got to work with. Don't know my real one so I went with Six." He explained with a smile as he pulled a bottle of brown liquid with 'Nuka' written across the side.

"You don't know your own name?" She asked skeptically.

"Nope, a pair of bullets to the brain will cause all kinds of problems for a guys memory. I woke up not remembering a damn thing, I didn't pick up the name Six until about a week later when I found out I was a courier, courier number six to be exact." The man continued as Amber continued to grow more skeptical. "Also I think I'm around twenty four."

"You got shot in the head, and lived?"

"Shot in the head twice, and obviously." He corrected her. "And to cut out a very large portion of my life story Amber, I recently tested a new device for a group of talking brains that teleported me to this world from my own and now I'm stuck here cuz the device was ruined by the water of the lake I fell in."

Amber nodded as she stood up and dusted herself off. "I see, well I'm sorry to hear that Mr. Mailman."

"Courier, I'm not a mailman."

"Right, well I wish you luck with that. I'm gonna go now." She began walking away from the camp fire slowly, clearly this guy was completely insane.

The courier started laughing again. "Yeah, that's how I'd react if someone just told me a story like that. I'll be the first to admit how fuckin loony I must sound, trust me I do. But regardless, it's true. Whether or not you believe it doesn't really change much for me." He shrugged before gulping down the rest of the drink he had pulled out.

Pinching the bridge of her nose Amber took a deep breath. "Alright, let me ask you this Mr. Mailman."

"Courier."

"Whatever. If you really are telling the truth, then why are you telling me any of this at all? If your aware of how crazy you sound, why tell people?" She asked with her arms now crossed, she wasn't completely sure what she was still doing there anymore but there she was.

Standing up himself, Six stretched his limbs slightly. "To be honest, yur the first I've told in the two months I've been here. As for why, well." Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a pack of cigarettes as well as Benny's lighter and lit one up. "I've survive a LOT of shit in my time, and most of it was because I listened to my gut." Taking a drag off the cigarette he blew smoke into the air. "Now my gut is telling me to stick with you for awhile, so thats what I'm gonna do." Holding out his hand he smiled. "Nice to meet you partner."

And I think thats good for now, I'd also like to set a few things straight. First off, this takes place several years before the canon series, second is that this will likely be a multi crossover with several other games as well. Tell me what you guys think in the reviews and let me know who you might want to see. Until next time.