Author's Note:

Hey viewers, so I had an idea while playing Fallout New Vegas. What if Courier Six from the game found himself in the world of Remnant from RWBY? I read some other fanfictions with this same premise a long time ago but I'm hoping to bring some fresh ideas to the table.

Some things to get out of the way first, I'm going to be taking some liberties with this story. Especially when it comes to the Courier himself and the technology he uses. There's no 100% true lore I could find for a lot about the Courier's past so I'm going to be filling in a lot of gaps. The technology between RWBY and Fallout is different and run at different energies. Again the technology isn't super laid out so I'll be taking liberties with that as well.

My final note before you get started reading would be that the Courier isn't going to be the nicest person alive.

Enjoy the prologue!

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Disclaimer: I do not own Fallout, RWBY, or any associated characters.

Remnants of a Courier

Prologue: Betrayal

It had been a year, a year since the battle of Hoover Dam. A year since the Courier's travels with his many companions. The auto-doc inside the Sink room was still amazed at how damaged and beat up he could get despite his skills and accomplishments. Right now the auto-doc was tending to the Courier's wounds. He had several burns, bullet wounds, and stab wounds all over his body.

This was the worst shape the auto-doc had ever seen the Courier in, other than when it was removing his brain. Several tools moved into place and it had been forced to heavily sedate the Courier. It would have put him completely under if not for his protests. It could hear his grunts of pain as it worked.

The Courier for his part fumed in anger and pain as it worked over his body. He couldn't believe what they had done to him. Those he had trusted had turned on him! Him! He was the one who had freed Vegas from House, from the NCR, the Legion! He was the rightful ruler of the Strip and they had taken it from him!

A shout of pain finally escaped Six's lips as he felt a blade cut a piece of him away. He knew that the auto-doc would make it grow back but it still hurt despite the sedatives.

He had been fair with his ruling. As long as no one forced others into servitude and didn't cause too much trouble, he would leave them alone. Things had been chaotic at first and still were to a degree but his upgraded Securitrons had been able to keep order on the Strip so far.

His mind wandered to Ulysses words as he felt a needle enter his side. If war wouldn't change, then men had to. The people of the Mojave hadn't changed one damn bit. He'd punish them if it was the last thing he did.

This betrayal hurt more because of those that had betrayed him. Those he had trusted had helped NCR and even some Legion spies into his ranks. Boone, Cass, Arcade, even Veronica ended up turning on him. Of course, they all did it for different reasons and varying factions. NCR wanted in, Legion wanted in, the Followers of the Apocalypse once they realized he hadn't given them exactly what they wanted, and the Brotherhood of Steel. Yes Man had been right when he had said they would be his biggest concern.

He had been forced out of the Strip when Yes Man had turned on him. His new more "assertive" attitude had taken some time to install but once it had the Courier had been pleased at first. He ran things in the Courier's absence when he needed to handle things personally.

That had been Six's biggest mistake. He had trusted the AI too much. He was in the penthouse when it happened. He idly wondered if Joshua Graham would have sided with them as well when his own Securitrons turned on him in. He supposed this was how House felt when he had taken the tyrant down.

The Courier knew that not everyone was pleased with how he ruled as it was more anarchy than before but he hadn't realized how upset they truly were. He had managed to survive the initial ambush of Securitrons only to be hounded by NCR Rangers and Legionary assassins.

The Strip had been a death trap but he had survived worse at the Divide. The idea of returning to Zion had crossed his mind as he would no doubt have supporters within the Sorrows that resided there but he had decided against it due to the lack of the Dead Horses and the Burned Man. Though at this point he half expected Joshua to betray him as well.

He hadn't realized how far the betrayal truly went amongst his allies until he went to rally with them. His allies knew him best and thus knew that anything short of a small army wouldn't take him down. The Courier hadn't been prepared for the second ambush at Boulder city.

The trap there had proven far more severe as he had called everyone he had come to trust there. It was only when he learned that even his closest companions had come to disdain him. He remembered Veronica's words well.

"You promised these people something better, a free Vegas where they can live without a tyrant that sits at the top of the Lucky 38. Instead, you became the new House."

The light growling that escaped the Courier notified the auto-doc that he was either in great pain or beyond livid. If it had to guess, it was probably a mixture of both at the moment as it cut another piece of burnt skin out of him.

It wasn't the Courier's fault that the people went damn near insane as soon as NCR, Legion, and House left the picture! He had to keep some level of order. He had made examples of some of the Strip's residents for good measure. It had worked on the Raiders before and no one complained. That was most people though now that he thought about it. They all loved the idea of order and safety but when it came time to make the hard decisions and take action they all cowered away like the cattle they are!

He had barely made it out of Boulder city. Those that had remained loyal to him did not. The Courier lowered his head slightly as his thoughts shifted to Rex. That dog had seen him through thick and thin. He had watched on in horror as NCR soldiers gunned him down with the King's men backing them.

Rex had always been there for the Courier. The dog had carried his equipment, protected him from danger, and provided comfort in times of need. Seeing Rex die had left a hole in his heart that he knew wouldn't be filled soon.

Then there was Lily. The super mutant had bought him time throwing herself at the rest of his companions that had turned on him. The image of her going mad with pain as Boone, Cass, Veronica, and Arcade turned on her burned into his mind as he grit his teeth. They practiced that they were just, that they were right, but they had no issue gunning down the innocent woman.

Ed-E, well, not the one from the Divide but a good second had been blown to pieces as Boomers passed overhead in the bomber he had gotten them. The machine had served him well and had been the last remaining remnant of its counterpart in the Divide. Thinking back on it, he regretted saving those fools from the nukes at the cost of his companion now.

The only companion that had any true sane thoughts that had remained at his side had been Raul. The ghoul had fought tooth and nail side by side as each companion fell. The only reason Six hadn't retreated in the first place had been because he would have had to leave his companions behind to the traitors.

The ghoul had kept up until the point the Brotherhood of Steel had sent in its forces. They even had some help from the former Enclave remnants. It was the worst possible situation the Courier could have found himself in. The two fought for another hour before they ran out of tricks. The two of them were cornered and Raul had been reduced to ash by the Brotherhood and the Enclave remnants.

The Courier himself hadn't fared much better. He had fought with his allies every step of the way trying to slow down the enemies forces but it hadn't been enough. He hadn't had all his gear at the time and had been forced back time and time again. He had used every trick he could with the arsenal on hand. He only had his smaller firearms for the job and it hadn't cut it. The mines and explosives he had set slowed them but without his larger weapons, it was only a matter of time.

The image of his own blood covering his hands flashed through the Courier's mind as he took cover behind a large piece of concrete. He could hear the loud steps of a Brotherhood of Steel paladin walking by as he injected a stimpak into himself.

He carefully stepped around the piece of rubble and quietly stepped towards the paladin. There were weak points in Power Armor that could be exploited and he was the best when it came to exploiting weaknesses. Six remembered the feeling of the 44 magnum in his hand as he raised it towards the underside of the man's helmet and pulled the trigger.

It was only after everyone he cared for fell, only after he had been burned, shot at, blown up, stabbed, burned again, bit, and hit with damn near every other weapon in existence had he retreated. It had been a last resort to retreat to the Big Empty. He had been forced to however as he could barely stand.

Now that he sat there in agonizing pain, all he could think about was getting revenge on the Mojave, all of it. He let out a long agonizing moan before finally passing out from the pain.

He had awoken several hours later in the Sink. The auto-doc had done its job. He had sat on his bed in the Sink for hours simply thinking. How would he get back at those that had betrayed him and what would he do afterward?

Afterward could come later. His enemies were likely regrouping and he wouldn't have a whole lot of time to get his revenge if he didn't act now but what to do… It took some thinking before the Courier finally had a plan. If he couldn't have the Mojave, then no one could.

He stood up from his bed before making his way over to the intercom. He pushed the button opening a channel to the Think Tank before saying, "Klein, I have a task for all of you. It involves the Transportalponder."

He had ordered the Think Tank to work on the Transportalponder a few days ago. Now he stood just outside the door. They had notified him that they had succeeded in their newest task.

The door opened and he entered the spacious room. The mild bickering of the scientists driven mad entered his ears. "Klein, status report," the Courier said as he stepped up the stairs.

The good scientist had been bickering with himself and made a startled noise as Six approached. "Ah! O-oh, right! The upgrades for the Transportalponder are finished!"

"Good," the Courier replied as he stuck out his hand expectantly.

"I do have to warn you, the device is… Less likely to "portal" you and more likely to eviscerate you now." The mad scientist's words were less than pleasing to the Courier. "Although it's just a small chance that it will terminate you! Barely larger than what it was before! It's quite a step forward for SCIENCE!"

"But it is more accurate now? I can key in coordinates and it will take me there," Six asked as the robotic scientist handed him the device.

"Within reason of course," the brain replied while his servos shook. "Don't go out of this great country and it should work just fine."

"Right," the Courier responded before turning away. He didn't bother with goodbyes as he didn't care and he knew that the Think Tank didn't care either.

He needed his gear from the Suite in the Lucky 38 but he doubted that the NCR would let him through although they'd probably have their hands full with the Legion. They had only temporarily sided with the Legion to get rid of him. He doubted that his former companions thought he was dead but the NCR always underestimated the individual. Once they thought he was dead, the NCR and Legion would turn on each other.

He gripped the device in his hands before taking a slow breath in and pulling the trigger. The blinding light and the feeling of being weightless were familiar to him and he hoped that he wouldn't become a pile of flesh on the floor.

To the Courier's luck, he found himself within the familiar walls of the suite. He quickly got to scavenging the room. He needed some equipment if he was going to accomplish his plan. He slowly pulled out the Elite Riot Armor that he had worn since the Divide. He usually only wore it when he was out on a mission but this was an exception. It was the appearance that had struck fear into the Mojave. Even the NCR veteran Ranger's armor wasn't as intimidating as his.

He continued rummaging through the items hidden within the Lucky 38 taking important and sentimental items with him until he came across his prized weapon. The Anti-material rifle that he held in his hands had been customized extensively. He doubted that anyone in the Mojave had spent as many caps on a weapon as he had for this one.

It fired 50 caliber rounds that could be changed out to explosive, armor piercing, or incendiary. It had a suppressor, custom parts that made it lighter, and a bolt that allowed for a faster rate of fire. The scope meant he could adjust between long and medium range when he needed to and the extended magazines meant he could kill more targets per clip. There were other less important modifications but it all led up to the impressive killing machine he held in his hands now.

He continued grabbing whatever he could before he heard the elevator start up. He cursed himself for not being faster and tried to think of anything vital he still needed. He stood up before turning towards the table nearby. A small round and silver locket lay on the table across the room. He quickly ran over to it before picking it up and stuffing it into one of his pockets.

Boone had been unhappy for a long time. His wife had been the one thing in his life that he had held dear and he knew that he'd never be whole again without her. But he had found purpose, purpose with the Courier and helping to secure a free Vegas.

He had worked with the Courier dutifully for nearly two years now; roughly a year securing the Mojave from House and nearly a year after helping to keep it safe. Things had been looking good at first when Six had taken over the Mojave. Things were a bit hectic but people were free. The riots had been quelled with more force than necessary and that was the first big sign of things to come for Boone.

People seemed to rebel against the Courier at first labeling him a murderer of House and blaming him for pushing away NCR support. Things were rough for the people as a lot of trade routes and supplies from the NCR and the Legion were gone. There were food shortages and the Courier did his best to manage but it wasn't enough.

As time wore on, things got worse and worse. Power was there on the Strip and some order was coming. The Courier saw how people couldn't survive without House and the NCR. They couldn't survive without some organized power helping them. Boone doubted the Courier had wanted to but he had stepped up.

Order slowly became a thing outside the Strip as the Courier expanded his influence but people were against following someone else again now that they were free. The Courier hadn't taken kindly to it. He had used force to put them in their place and had made examples of some.

Things fell apart quickly as the Courier grew more and more extreme which in turn caused the people to rebel more and more. It became a gruesome cycle as the Courier held more executions for dissenting people. Boone had always known that the Courier would do whatever it took to win but he hadn't realized he would turn his gaze on the people of the Mojave.

The tipping point for Boone and many others had been the battle of Freeside or what it was more infamously known as the Massacre of the Kings. The Courier had led a large group of Securitrons into Freeside and had put the King and his men down for forming an army against him. That was the public story at least.

The less well-known story was that it wasn't just the Kings. The NCR had rallied its troops, the Kings, and the locals of Freeside in a revolt. The two factions had set aside their differences in order to fight Six. This had been right after Yes Man had come back online. One of the first things the AI had seen was the Courier butchering the residents of Freeside.

Boone didn't know if it was the horrid acts the Courier had committed there or if the AI simply knew that Six was losing control but it had reached out to near everyone still in the Mojave after that massacre. It had been the one to form up the first ambush and the one after that on the Courier.

The sniper was damn sure that Six had escaped their second ambush but he didn't know how to find the man now. He doubted anyone could find him without the Courier wanting to be found. He was a sneaky bastard after all. Boone chuckled to himself as he thought about the fact that they all still called him Six or the Courier. He didn't know if anyone in the Mojave knew the man's real name.

Veronica next to him turned and gave him a curious glance as the elevator climbed higher. She had rarely seen the grim sniper smile let alone chuckle. She was about to question the former First Recon soldier when the doors opened. There in front of them the monster himself.

She saw the outfit that he was wearing; the armor of the Burned Man bandages and all. He had hidden his face from the general public and Veronica doubted that anyone outside of his close companions knew what he truly looked like. It wasn't a pretty sight.

She didn't even have a chance to say anything when she saw him. He simply turned, gave them a mocking salute, and pulled the trigger on the "gun" he was holding. There was a flash of light that blinded the girl and when she could see again the Courier was gone.

It had been a long few days for the bandaged man. The Courier had taken the guise of Joshua and was slowly adjusting the vest he was wearing. He allowed the voices of the Sink's personalities to soothe his mind at what was to come.

At one point in time, he had worked against what he was about to do. He had fought tooth and nail to stop a tragedy he hadn't felt was necessary. Things had changed however and he wasn't going to let them get away with what they had done. Before he could go through with his plan, there was someone he needed to talk to first, one person who had tried this before him that he had to tell before he went through with it.

He spent a long moment fiddling with the teleporting device in his hands as he thought on what to say to the man. The Courier let out a long sigh before finally pulling the trigger and disappearing from the Sink.

Another sigh escaped Six as he stared out at the Divide. The once-booming town had been laid to ruin by him even if he had done so by accident. The radiation and scorching winds that scraped against him brought some discomfort but he still stood there taking in the sight as Ulysses stood up from his sitting position.

The two couriers were a legend in the Mojave now. Their battle in the heart of the Divide had reached ears far and wide. The former Legion assassin turned to Six before saying, "so you've returned."

The Courier continued looking out at the Divide silent. Ulysses could tell something was wrong but not the what of problem. The flag bearing courier remained silent knowing that his fellow courier would speak when he was ready.

The patience that Ulysses had was one of the Courier's favorite traits about the man. He stood there for a few more moments enjoying the quiet before saying, "I've lost the Mojave, the Strip." The Divide's only sane resident remained silent waiting for Six to continue. "I… I was betrayed by those I trusted."

The former ruler of the Mojave felt his hands shaking as he did his best to hold in his anger. "I fought, bled, and damn near died for those ungrateful fucks. I didn't ask for thanks. I didn't ask for anything but obedience in return."

Ulysses waited a few more moments to make sure that the Courier was done speaking before responding, "the winds of change are hard on men. They are slow to change and burning away the old flags takes time. You pushed them, pushed them too soon and tried to control them after others had already tried and failed."

Ulysses' eyes wandered to the Courier as he heard a light growl escape the man. He had been different when they had met during their confrontation. He had less anger then, less hate. There was hope for a better Mojave in the Courier's eyes then that was gone now. Whatever had happened in the Mojave had changed the man.

"Ulysses, I'm going to get rid of it, all of it. The Strip, the supply roads to it, the bunkers near it; no one will hide." The Courier's words caused Ulysses' eyes to widen at what he was proposing. "There aren't as many now but there are still enough warheads to turn the Mojave into the second Divide."

Ulysses had hoped that the Courier had taken his words to heart. He knew now that men's hearts weren't so easily changed. The flag bearing courier knew that he had to stop this but he would try it with words first as the Courier had done before.

"You taught me that there's hope, hope for another Divide. Another Divide before it was bathed in invisible fire. You taught me that the Mojave could be a new idea, a home that you could go back to." Ulysses words were insightful as always but the Courier knew now that the Mojave could never be his home. "Do not throw away another idea, another hope for something new to be born."

"I… I'm sorry Ulysses," the Courier began as he pulled out the Transportalponder. The former assassin quickly reached down and grabbed the Courier's arm. The sorrowful tone and look Six wore quickly faded as he responded, "I will only say this once. Let go." Ulysses in response simply narrowed his eyes at the Courier.

"I won't let you crack the Mojave as you did the Divide."

The two reacted at the same time as the flag bearer landed a solid blow on Six's face while the Courier's hand reached for the device. The Butcher of House let the device fall into his free hand as he elbowed Ulysses.

The former Legion assassin raised one hand in defense as he went to kick the device out of the Courier's hand. The kick connected as Six pulled the trigger. There was a spark that came from the device as the Courier thought back on Klein's words on the volatile nature of the Transportalponder.

The man who had brought down House, pushed the NCR and the Legion out of the Mojave, and dug his way out of his own grave felt a scream escape his lips as a bright light engulfed him.