Hello everyone and all, Melody here. So it has been a little over a year since I ended my story titled Lucky Sevens which upset people. I am not going to continue that story, I'm done with it and don't quite want to return to it in it's previous form. I have given this some thought though because I don't like how I left it on such a cliffhanger like I did. I've reread Lucky Sevens multiple times over the past year and saw aspects that I'd prefer to change and others that I meant to implement but never did. At most I am only planning to go 30 chapters with this but updates will be sporadic like every story I've ever posted on here. Anyway, this will be another crossover with Fallout: New Vegas. Let's get to it.

Sincerely, Melody

Betaed by: ILikeHotDogs

Normal P.O.V.

The wind shifted the leaves in the trees causing a gentle rustling sound to echo throughout the mostly empty forest in Mistral. A cracking twing was the only other sound, as a tall, lanky man stumbled through the forest. His skin was tanned and riddled with scars, his dark hair was messy and swept back to try and look presentable, and his eyes had an unnatural red colour to them. It wasn't quite red or crimson but a deep maroon colour. His attire consisted of a dirty white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled that was underneath a ballistic vest, the jeans he wore were messy and had many tatters, the snakeskin boots he wore were the cleanest thing he had on him. His accessories were mostly just ammo pouches, a belt, wrappings on his hands, and on his arm was a Pip-Boy.

He was sparsely equipped with only two pistols, a revolver and short barrelled .45 cal. pistol, and a shotgun. In a sheath around his ankle was a large bowie knife. Equipment like this wasn't what the typical person would bring with them when they would travel through the Grimm infested forest but he didn't have much choice in the matter. Of course though he did have small essentials in some of the ammo pouches he had on his person but it was mostly for general repair versus survival.

A howl interrupted the man's thoughts as he turned and saw a pack of Beowolf creeping upon him. "Not again ya damnedable critters." He let out a frustrated sigh as he took out his revolver and started shooting at them as he ran the opposite direction.

This continued for a few hours until the moon was high in the sky and the man stumbled into a small town bloodied and battered. The people still outside at this time looked over at the man with visible wounds. A couple quickly walked over to the man as he kneeled over and collapsed on the ground, unconscious. They dragged the surprisingly heavy man to the nearest clinic and dropped the unknown man off. A doctor looked at the man in shock as he entered the hospital room the nurses took him to. After doing a blood test to figure out his blood type the doctor had a nurse get him some bags of blood and started a blood transfusion.

Three days later the man woke up to the unfamiliar sight of a sterile white room with medical equipment hooked up to him. The man slowly sat up and looked around the room. The window beside him showed a busy street with strange people that he had never seen. Some had mouse ears and others had cat tails and were wearing clothing that was stitched together or random pieces of clothing. Not feeling the normal weight of his gear, the man looked down and saw he wasn't wearing his normal attire but instead a hospital gown.

Letting out a groan, the man fell back into his bed. Shortly after a nurse walked in with a clipboard and saw the man was awake.

"Oh you're awake sir, that's good. I understand you just woke up and are probably confused but I suggest you go back to sleep so you can heal properly. The cybernetics we discovered seem to only be doing so much." She explained as she walked over to him.

The man shook his head. "I feel alright, my regen unit seems to be workin' proper now." He said as he reached into his wrist and ripped out the tubes.

With a gasp the nurse quickly attempted to stop him. "Sir! You must be delirious! You need to stop taking those out!" She explained as she grabbed his arm to try and stop him only for her to be shrugged off.

"I feel alright." He told her as he ripped the last of the tubes out. "Where's my gear?" He asked as he looked over at her and stood up.

Completely flabbergasted by this the nurse pointed to the closet in the room. The man nodded and grabbed his stuff then walked into the bathroom. "Sir, what's your name?" The nurse asked from the other side of the door.

The reply came out muffled. "The name's Six ma'am."

A few minutes later he walked out of the bathroom and made his way out of the clinic. Sunshine bathed Six as he exited the clinic. He took in a deep breath of the fresh air. Reaching into his pockets he discovered he only had about ten caps. Walking down the road he found an interesting building; A restaurant. Six entered the restaurant and was seated at a table and was given a menu. Confused by this, he opened the menu and discovered he wouldn't have the money for anything.

He stood from his seat and just walked out of the restaurant. He figured he'd just have to fall back onto the tried and true method of getting things he needed. Scavenging. He turned down an alleyway and started searching for a dumpster or something else that could be a potential food source. As he started searching though he didn't expect to find a little girl rummaging through refuse. Well she wasn't little, she looked around 12 or 13 but still. She had dark, dirty skin, greasy mint hair, and bright crimson eyes.

She looked up when she heard the foreign sound and stared at him with a look of fear and hopelessness. Six stared back for a minute before offering her a hand. She shied away from him so he slowly retracted his hand. He saw in her hands was an old piece of some kind of meat.

"Hey there darlin'." He gently said to try and not scare her. "Whatcha got there ain't healthy in the slightest." He explained. The girl didn't move at his words then an idea formed in his head. "I'll be back, stay here I'll bring you some actual food. I promise." He said then ran off.

The girl just stared wide eyed at his retreating form. Going against her better judgement she stayed there for what felt like forever. A couple hours later Six returned with a two bags full of bread and bottles of water. He smiled when he saw she was still there. Holding out one of the bags to her she hastily took it and started to devour the bread and water.

He smiled at this and sat beside the dumpster. Pulling out a loaf he started to eat the bread, savouring it. The two ate together in silence and while they ate the girl stared at Six the entire time. He looked homeless just like her even if his clothes were cleaned a bit.

"So," He said after taking a drink." What's yer name darlin'? Mine's Six if ya wanna know."

Slowly the girl exited the dumpster and sat beside him. "Emerald…" She told him quietly, almost inaudible.

"Now that's a fine name ya got there. Mine's justa number." He chuckled a bit to try and relax her. "At least it ain't somethin' weird like Eugene or somethin' like that." He joked and Emerald giggled a bit at this.

After building up the courage she finally spoke again. "Thank you Mr. Six." She looked down when she said this.

He smiled. "Yer welcome Em." He told her and caused her to look up at the nickname.

"Why are you helping me?" She asked after another few minutes of silence.

"Well back where I'm from I always helped homeless kids with acquirin' food. I guess it eventually became my purpose in life. When I saw you I thought back to that and felt like I needed to help." He explained in a matter of fact tone.

"Most adults just tell me to piss off or hit me when I try to get help…" She explained and saw a glint in Six's eyes.

He shook his head and looked down. "People shouldn't harm kids in any way, shape, or form. Those people are just scum." He said with a hint of distan in his voice.

"Yeah, that's why I rob them later." She commented and chuckled a bit with Six joining in.

"I know right? Some of the richer folks that look down on us poor people are just askin' to be robbed." He said then stood up. "So you got a place around here you hold up in?" He asked as Emerald stood.

She nodded then grabbed his hand, dragging him off to an old building. The odd thing was when she grabbed his hand it didn't feel right. It was cold and hard, kind of like metal but it looked like flesh and blood. Choosing not to comment she showed the way to enter the old building.

The room they entered was mostly empty except for a few things scattered about. Sitting on an old, broken crate was a small plush toy. It looked like it should've been a teddy bear or something like that but now it looked like a dog's favourite chew toy. He grabbed a few scraps of cloth from the ground then the toy and started to get to work.

Emerald watched in awe as this technical stranger started fixing her old stuffed bear from when she was younger. After about ten minutes of work he held it out to her. It didn't look new but had a different kind of charm to it. She grabbed it from him and stared at the bear then looked up to see his smiling face.

"Did you used to make toys or something?" She questioned quietly.

Six laughed and shook his head. "No darlin', I didn't make toys in the past all that often. I used to be a Courier that knew a thing or two 'bout fixin' things up." He answered plainly.

"What's a courier?" She asked and held the bear to her chest.

"Well I delivered things like letters and weapons across the Mojave." He explained but then realized something he hadn't done earlier. Bringing up his Pip-Boy he checked his map only to discover he was out of signal range.

Baffled by this he started to adjust the dial to try and acquire some signal until he linked to a completely new one. The landscape was nothing like any he had seen before. The map was extremely detailed and told him of areas to avoid and that he was currently in a place called Mistral. The next signal was a larger map that seemed to be global. At the bottom it said Remnant.

Then he heard something that confirmed his suspicions even more. "What's the Mojave? Is it a place in Vacuo?" Emerald asked only to get an idle nod from Six.

When the Think Tank explained the experiment to him he thought it was simple. They wanted to extend the range of the Transtelesponder that they gave him so he could go anywhere on the west coast with it. They said there shouldn't be any unforeseen problems and that their predictions were always 100% accurate. They said it would take him to Shady Sands and then he could use it to comeback. They said it wouldn't explode when he arrived at his destination.

Keeping calm he started to make a list of the skills he had. Killing critters and people but he wasn't sure that the second half of that skill would go over well in these parts. Scavenging was a no go also cause this place didn't seem like it was bombed out and needed crazy people to go around acquiring stuff. Doctorin', well he knew how to patch a bullet hole but when he was walking out of the clinic he saw a framed piece of paper that said it was a degree and he learned about those from the Brains. Engineering, all he'd need was the supplies.

"Are you alright?" Emerald asked which snapped him back to reality.

He nodded. "Yeah darlin' I'm fine." He replied and smiled again to reassure her. "So you're all alone in here?" He asked which caused Emerald to gain a somber look, look down, and nod. "Well not anymore. I'm around, I'm a hobo, and I'm willin' ta help ya." He told her then looked around the dilapidated room. "I'll need to fix this up."

"With what?" Emerald curiously asked.

Six smiled. "Nails, duct tape, and hard work." He answered then started to work with some of the stuff in the room.

Around eight months had passed since Emerald and Six discovered each other and in that time their situations had improved in a sense. The section of the building they lived in no longer leaked and had heating in the form of a space heater that was ran by a generator. They each had a cot that they sleeped on thanks to Six getting a job with the local mechanic on fixing vehicles and such. Thanks to his natural talent with mechanics Six was able to quickly learn how most machines worked here and learned what dust was. He didn't make the most money in the world but he made enough in his eyes. Sleeping in broken down buildings was normal for him.

One thing that interested him the most was the Huntsmen of this world and the creatures they hunted called Grimm. He learned about them from one that passed through the small town his was in (Which he discovered was called Eros). That got him thinking about a job he could take up that would also pay better along with allow him to kill things that hunted down the innocent. The Huntsman that passed through mentioned to him that the best came from where he was from, Atlas, which got Six thinking.

He started saving up money so he could have enough money to take himself and Emerald there since the two had formed a bond with each other over the past few months. He ran the idea by her and at first she wasn't sure but Six reassured her enough to get her to agree. That was why they now stood in front of a station which would take them there by something called a Bullhead. Neither of them were so sure about the thought of flying though since neither had ever done it before but the pilot told them it was safe and they soon boarded with their bags of essentials, which consisted of two duffle bags carried by Six and a backpack carried by Emerald.

Other than themselves and the pilot, the Bullhead was devoid of life and mostly just held cargo. Neither of the pair paid this any mind as they just sat back, drifting off to sleep next to each other. They didn't know how long they were out but when the pilot called over the intercom that they were nearing their destination the two awoke. They landed shortly after the announcement and they exited the bullhead. Instantly, Six began to shiver. He learned about snow while he was in Eros but this place was covered in it, and it was extremely cold.

Six bundled into the leather duster he was wearing and started to walk away from the landing pad with Emerald. She was also bundling up but wasn't quite as affected as Six was. He was miserable right now. They walked through the streets of Atlas and got strange looks from people since they were all wearing heavier coats and snow boots. The duo ignored the looked from the people and continued to walk until they arrived at a motel. Getting a room in this motel was simple as it was cheap which made Six happy and he took Emerald to the room after.

When they entered Six set the bags down on one of the beds then looked at Emerald. "I'm gonna need to go find out how I can become a Huntsman. Do you think you'll be fine here by yourself for a couple of hours?" He asked as she set her bag down on the opposite bed.

"Yeah, I'll be fine Six." She answered as she looked over to her adopted older brother.

He walked over and gave her a quick hug before going towards the door. "I'll be back as soon as possible. If anyone tries to break in or attack ya then take the gun in my duffle bag. Don't kill them, just injure." He told her then left the room leaving Emerald to her lonesome.

Six walked through the streets of Atlas asking around where he could become a Huntsman to little success. Most people just laughed at him. This just annoyed him. Soon though he got some answers from a woman as pale as the snow around them, eyes as blue as ice, and hair matching her skin.

"Typically Huntsmen and Huntresses go through the battle academies such as the one here in Atlas and Beacon in Vale." She informed him which made him raise an eyebrow.

"An academy?" He stated flatly.

"Yes… You know, a school where you learn stuff like reading and writing." The woman informed him which made him nod.

"Oh, those places. I never went to school. I just learned everythin' myself." He replied with a laugh.

"Given how you speak that is obvious." The woman replied unintentionally with a small bit of snark to her tone.

Six raised an eyebrow but choose to no not comment. "You know any other ways?" He asked.

The woman let out an annoyed sigh. "You could enlist in the Atlassian military." She suggested the looked down at her watch. "i must be leaving, I have a meeting to get to." She said then started to walk off.

"Can I at least get a name?" Six asked as he looked over to her.

"Winter Schnee." She told him then left.

"I'm Six." He informed her but he felt she probably didn't hear him.

The rest of his day consisted of finding a place to enlist before going back to the motel and taking Emerald out to a nice place to eat.

And that's the chapter, I hope you all enjoyed it. I know it's not entirely like Lucky Sevens but still. Anyway Six is based off a LVL 50 character I have in Fallout New Vegas so if he comes off as a tad bit overpowered, that's why. His Special Stats consist of,

Strength: 9/10 (+)

Perception: 8/10

Endurance: 10/10

Charisma: 6/10

Intelligence: 8/10

Agility: 7/10

Luck: 7/10

These stats were acquired through a mixture of the base stats, cybernetics, and perks. If anyone is interested I can put a full list of every perk he has at the end of the next chapter. Anyway, leave a review cause I'd love to know what y'all thought about the chapter.