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Peace talks were something that The Courier hated attending, granted, he’s only been to two of them, but said two dragged on for a long ass time. The first was when he had to wrangle the NCR, House, Brotherhood, Great Khans, Boomers, The Enclave and a whole host of other people to unite against Caesar’s legion. Safe to say, it worked out well, since Legat Lanius didn’t expect for everything and the kitchen sink to be chucked at him. Hoover Dam held and with the amount of damage he caused when storming the fort, blowing up Dry Wells, killing hundreds of Legionnaires at Rorke’s Ravine, storming multiple slave camps and far far more chaos…
The Legion wasn’t gonna be threatening The West anymore.
Now The Courier sat in another peace conference, watching President Murphy, General Jamison, Elder Macnamara, Mister House, and so many other politicians argue and talk about the situation they find themselves in. With The Legion threat dealt with, the hodge podge of an alliance The Courier had made was now beginning to question if it should stay an alliance, considering how almost everyone there hated each other. Though, as The Courier could see, everything is slightly progressing, with President Murphy keeping everyone calm and wrangling a deal that would work in everyone’s favor. The only reason The Courier was here was because all of his friends were to busy handling clean up duty at Vault 33.
Who knew trying to end the world again would lead to The Enclave knocking on your door with a team loaded with miniguns?
As the hours dragged on, the conference began to quiet down and a massive document was being drafted, the name ‘The Treaty of The West,’ written at the top of it. It listed many things, but it essentially stated that The NCR would stay in california and peace would be made with all Brotherhood chapters, with the Mojave coming under the rule of Mister House and General Jamison, with them gaining goals to the rest of Nevada. The Boomers and Great Khans were wrapped into the Mojave deal, with the two being fine with the overall deal. All of them would work, and trade together to ensure a lasting peace in The West, with Jamison stating that in the far east, something was brewing. The man going further and stating that he had lied about Raven Rock, about the fact The Enclave wasn’t gone in the east.
Vague as Hell but it got everyone scared and made them agree to ally, Jamison’s Enclave being renamed to ‘The Nevada Republic.’
In short, everyone got along and The Courier could now fuck right off.
Running as fast as he could before anyone could grab him for an autograph, The Courier made it outside and, using his pip-boy, fast traveled to Vault 33. Materializing in front of Cass as she picked up a dead body, The Courier spoke, "Conference is over.” That earned him a chest of buckshot and Cass spoke as she lowered the 20 gauge shotgun The Courier gave her, named ‘Pull!.’ “Jesus fucking christ, can you stop doing…that!?” Cass said and The Courier shook his head while his tail wagged happily.
Oh right, tail. The Courier was a vulpine. He never really questioned why he was a fox person, was just born like it. Made finding clothing hard since he needed to cut tail holes in all of them, but he much preferred having paws rather than hands.
Anyways.
“No. So, how’s it going?” The Courier asked and Cass replied as Lilly passed by them, carrying a box of spent casings and empty MFCs. “Well, clean up has been simple, thankfully we’ve mostly been cleaning ash piles instead of bodies, still can’t believe Jamison had almost everyone slaughtered.” Cass said and The Courier spoke, “Well, they were trying to blow up the world, so it was in a way, self defense.” The Courier remarked and he soon joined in on helping clean up, with the job getting done after seven long hours of work, with The Courier and his companions soon leaving once a proper clean up crew was debatched. Hanging out at a nearby bar in The Boneyard, The Courier leaned back and spoke as he watched a TV, A news broadcast about a vulpine running for governor for The Boneyard State.
TV had become more prevalent in the heart of The NCR, with companies popping up to broadcast entertainment, news, and commercials. Life was, somewhat, returning back to a Pre-War sense, and with The Enclave and brotherhood, things would be sped up even further. As they waited for their meals, Cass spoke, “So Six, does having a seeth instead of swinging open, does it make underwear easier to wear?” She asked while Gannon coughed and The Courier replied, “Oh it makes it so much easier, don’t understand how humans deal with it.” The Courier replied and once food arrived, everyone outside The Courier ate. The Courier didn’t like showing his face in public, mostly just so if someone posted a bounty, they would only have his helmet to show.
While he relaxed, his pip-boy beeped and The Courier looked down and saw a message from Dr. Mobius, stating that he had found a way to ‘revolutionize’ walking. Both interested and confused, The Courier spoke, “Dr. Mobius wants me?” he asked and Gannon spoke, “Is it dangerous?” He asked and The Courier replied, “All it says is that he found a way to revolutionize walking,” The Courier said and Veronica spoke up, “So it's dangerous.” She stated and The Courier couldn’t argue against that, The Courier spoke while he stood up, “I’ll go see what this is about,” The Courier said and left the bar. Exiting out, he took out the Big Mountain Transportalponder and pulled the trigger. After temporarily being blinded by blue light, The Courier found himself at The Big MT.
The place was filled with NCR, Brotherhood and Enclave personnel the place now standing as a beacon of science in the West. The brains had been killed a long time ago, with Dr. Mobius the only one remaining.
Fast traveling to The FORBIDDEN ZONE DOME, The Courier walked in and after passing the wreckage of the giant robo-scorpion, he entered Dr. Mobius’s lab. “Alright Mobius, what do you- what the fuck is that?” He asked as his eyes landed on what seemed to be a motorcycle, one with rocket boosters and multiple strange oddities that looked like tesla coils. Dr. Mobius spoke as he descended in front of The Courier, “Well you see, this device will allow you to speed across the land, faster than even the fast travel technology I crafted for you! Especially since you don’t need to ‘load in,’ as you say.” Dr. Mobius explained and The Courier ran his hand over the seat of the motorbike.
“And you’re sure this will work?” The Courier asked and Mobius spoke, “YES! Maybe…who knows! This was built with a mind of Mentats!” Mobius said and The Courier rolled his eyes and spoke, “Let me guess, I’m gonna be the test subject?” The Courier asked and Dr. Mobius could only laugh nervously. Before he knew it, The Courier sat on top of the motorcycle and sighed as he gripped the handlebars, Doctor Mobius and a gathering of robo-scorpions looked on in awe. “Testing in 3…”
“God help me,” The Courier muttered.
“2…..”
“I should have tapped Cass when I had the chance,” The Courier said, thinking that this would be how he goes out, a fucking motorbike.
“1…..”
“Let see what happens,” The Courier whispered.
“GO!”
The Courier kicked the bike into high gear, and he instantly sped off, flying through the Big MT faster than he thought possible. As he tightened his grip on the bike, he sped up faster and faster until he was nothing but a blur. That applied to everything around him as well, everything smearing together and reduced to a mess of colors. The Courier continued to speed up until he drove off of a hill and flew into the sky. As he flew, he clung tightly to the bike while he began seeing blue light surround him and the effects of the Transportalnder began to effect him. “OH SHIIIIIIIIIT!” The Courier screamed as he felt himself teleported to somewhere else…
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“FUUUUUUUCK!” The Courier screamed as he found himself in a forest, his bike beginning to slow down and come to a stop, the bike’s speed having caused a massive fire behind it. Once the bike finally came to a stop, The Courier stepped off the bike and took a breather and spoke as he looked around, “Christ….” He said and looked around. He was in a forest, not a dead or dying one, no no, he was in a dead to rights forest. Looking around, The Courier spoke as he turned to the bike, “Well bikes trashed…” Opening his pip-boy, he went to the map and found an Error Message. “No link to Robco Satellites? Odd,” The Courier stated as he switched to his inventory,
Picking the transportlander, he pulled the trigger and saw from the corner of his HUD an error message that read ‘You cannot teleport from this location.’ It read and The Courier frowned as he brought back his pip-boy and went to stats. Looking over everything, it seemed that he himself was alright, and outside of a glitch saying he was 17, (He was 19,) he shrugged it off. Lowering his pip-boy, The Courier knelt down and began picking at the motorbike, the thing was broken beyond repair, and it would take a lot of materials to bring it back into working condition.
While working on it, The Courier saw on his compass a red blip and turning around, he quickly pulled out The Survivalist's rifle, loaded with special matchloaded 12.7mm rounds. As he watched the bushes and grass move, a large beast soon approached him, its fur as dark as the night and covered in bone armor. As large as a full grown Yao-Gui but wolf, the thing looked like something that the Big MT would make when they were bored. The creature roared at him, and before it could leap at him, The Courier pulled the trigger of his rifle. Air cracked and the bullet slammed right into the head of the beast, the bone armor shattering and leaving a bloody mess, with another round being sent into its just incase.
The beast fell down and as The Courier looked at it, he watched as the beast dissolved in the wind, not dissimilar to how one killed by a laser weapon turned to ash. As it disappeared, The Courier spoke as holstered the rifle, “What the hell?” He asked and his compass began to fill with blips…a lot of blips. Kicking into action, The Courier quickly went into his pip-boy and dragged out a modified, M52 Browning that could be used as a rifle and fired .30-60. Slamming a drum mag filled with matchload rounds, Six also pulled out a thing of Psycho and jammed himself with it, knowing he would be in one hell of a fight. Preparing himself for the swarm.
Once the first creatures began to exit out the forest, The Courier squeezed the trigger and began firing upon anything that moved. Black creatures died and turned to ash, none making it to him. The Courier continued to hold down the trigger until the mag ran dry, with him holstering the weapon and in a flash, he pulled out another machine, a PKW modified to use energy cells instead of bullets. While less powerful, the weapon held far more ammo and even with less strength, it still tore through the horde. As the horde thinned, new roars began to fill the air as larger beasts began to appear, some seeming like larger versions of their wolf counterparts, others seeming more bearish. It didn’t matter, they all came after him.
As The Courier continued to wage a one man war, he released a scream of his own as he fired upon his enemies.
Let them come…
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Ozpin drank from his coffee as he watched a peculiar sight in The Emerald Forest, seeing an unknown figure shooting, hacking, burning and blowing his way through the Grimm Population. He had seemingly just…appeared in the forest on some sort of motorbike, one that seems heavily damaged and non-functional. That was already interesting enough, him seemingly having just teleported into the forest, and, from what Ozpin could tell, the figure had found himself there by accident. Though of course that wasn’t the only thing that made Ozpin interested in the figure, he was very much an experienced fighter, considering how easily he has been able to defend himself against the Grimm horde.
There was also another detail that peaked Ozpin’s attention, he had noticed the man had a fox tail and assumed he was a Faunus or something close to it. But then he studied the man’s legs, noticing how they bended and seemed to be similar to the legs of a dog or a wolf, not a man. He debated on whether or not he should summon one of the 4 Year teams to bring him to beacon, seeing as how the man could potentially be hostile and was very dangerous. But then he had gotten another, more interestng idea…
Initiation day would be in three days, and having the students account for a third party, one no one would expect, would help train them. So, Ozpin let the man continue the fight, simply interested in him and seeing him as a good way to teach about unknown factors……
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The Courier stood triumphantly over a boulder, watching as the bodies of the creatures that attacked him dissolved, their ashes flying in the wind. There was a lot of them, so much so that, when The Courier switched to his Heavy Assault Rifle, the damn thing’s barrel catched on fire thanks to so much use. Though by the time that occurred, the horde was already, with remnants retreating into the forests, his ammunition stocks haven’t even falling below ten thousand. As The Courier took everything in, he finally acknowledged the big fucking sign that he wasn’t on Earth anymore. High up in the sky, and shining down, was the moon, a moon that had seemingly been broken by something.
“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me…” The Courier said before releasing a scream of frustration.
Of all the places he could end up due to a freak teleportation incident, it was on a different planet?! The Courier groaned and began to head back to the bike, picking up some building materials so that he could build himself a camp. Settling down at the bike, he quickly got to work on making a makeshift tent along with planting some bear traps around his home. He would get some sleep before beginning to explore this new world, and he would be damned if he got caught dead to rights.
As he worked, The Courier wondered what his companions would do once they realize he’s gone, what everyone will think of when they hear that the Mojave walker, bane of the legion, aand hundred other different god damn names for him, no longer walks America.
He knew for one thing though.
It was a wild wasteland….
“Who do you think is cuter, Dr. Klein or Dr. Borus!”
FUCK. He forgot she’s with him. The Courier spoke as he talked to his Stealth Suit, “Hey Stacy,” he said as he sat down, his tent sitting behind him and a fire sitting in front of him, started with the help of laser rifle. “So, where are we?” She asked and The Courier spoke, “For the first time, I’m stumped. I know we’re on a different planet, but outside of that, no dice.” he told his Stealth suit, the armor hidden beneath his Elite Riot Gear, with his head adorned atomic valence tri radii oscillator, modified to work with his helmet. Combine that with a healing implant and some perks of being a mutant, and he had the magical gift of regeneration.
“What’s the plan?” She asked and The Courier spoke as he saw what seemed to be a massive cathedral, taller and larger than The New Vegas Strip and its skyline. It was an imposing feat of engineering, and it told The Courier that there was indeed some kind of sapient life on this world. Life that could potentially help him, or try and kill him, could go either way. “We head up there,” he said as he quickly took off, pulling out his Proton Inversal axe and cutting through any beast he found.
He now had a goal.
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“Interesting,” Ozpin said as he watched as the man ran through the woods, using some sort of energy axe to cut through any surviving Grimm that didn’t try and attack him in the area he had landed in. It seemed that the figure was running towards Beacon, having discussed it with someone named ‘Stacy.’ He was either having a mental break, or there was more to him than meets the eye. The elevator to his office hissed open and in walked Glynda, a mug of coffee in her hands as she fixed her glasses, “Ozpin, why did you wake me at the middle of the night?” She asked and Ozpin spoke as he pressed a button, projecting his scroll’s screen and showing Glynda their new arrival. “We have a friend currently rushing towards Beacon,”
“An intruder?”
“Technically yes, though it seems he didn’t plan on this,” Ozpin soon brought back up the earlier footage of their newest friend’s arrival, and after seeing it, Glynda slapped herself with her riding crop before speaking, “Not a dream….So our new arrival doesn’t know where he is?” She asked, “Most definitely, he also doesn’t seem to be human nor Faunus, if you take a gander at his legs.” Ozpin instructed, and Glynda squinted before she spoke, “Are his legs…digitigrade?” She asked, seemingly shocked. “Correct, I need you to bring him hear, do not harm him. He’s already got my attention due to his arrival and clearing out a section of The Emerald Forest.” Ozpin said and Glynda nodded before leaving. Once she left, Ozpin chuckled and spoke.
“Two strange and interesting people have landed in my lap in the span of 48 hours…must be my lucky week.” Ozpin stated.
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“So why are we heading up here?” Stacy asked and The Courier spoke as he used a proton inversal saber and a proto inversal hatchet to climb up the side of a mountain. “Well, it's the only sign of civilization in the area, so that means there is some sort of civilization here,” The Courier replied as he made it to the top of the mountain. Still far away from the structure, he holstered both his melee weapons and pulled out Sleepytime and crouching down while activating his cloaking field cybernetic implant. A special gift from The Circle of Steel, one he cherished very, very much.
Creeping towards the structure, The Courier began to notice some of the finer details of the place. What seemed to be marble stone paths, large structures of steel and stone, lights everywhere, it looked like something The Brotherhood would make to establish control over an area. A good sign was that the buildings, while a bit odd, looked like something made by and for humans, so overall, he isn’t dealing with an entirely different species.
Pot meets Kettle considering he’s a vulpine but that’s just an upgraded human.
“Pretty,” Stacy said and The Courier rolled his eyes, “Yes, pretty, silent mode, now.” He ordered and heard Stacy whine before turning to silent mode.
Finding an entrance, The Courier lockpicked the door and entered into what seemed to be a massive atrium, one that was…pretty empty all things considered. He had scavenged vaults with more impressive atriums. Walking through the Atrium of Disappointment, The Courier began to see signs in…english? Why was English here? This was a different planet…unless this planet was founded by The Enclave! That would explain the strange creatures, broken moon and english being here, considering The Enclave’s history. He had heard from some of the older members of Jamison’s group that one of The Enclave’s original plans was to found a colony in space. Though they had abandoned that idea, or atleast, at the time.
From an Enclave map salvaged from Navarro, there was an Enclave operation in Florida, and thanks to a man in fancy black power armor and an eyebot, there was also a place to launch space worthy rockets there.
This was going to be interesting.
Continuing to explore around, The Courier passed a sign and doubled back when he read what it was. ‘Wilderness Survival Class.’ Class? He immediately began checking other signs and saw that a decent bit had ‘class’ in them. Using his 11 intelligence, The Courier surmised that taxpayer dollars have been wasted on making a school look like this. Ah, the wasteful ignorance of The Government. Having not seen any sign of life, The Courier found his way to what seemed to be a faculty area, with an elevator standing before him, entering inside, The Courier looked at the various buttons and saw one that was labeled ‘Headmaster Office.’ Headmaster? Was that some fancy term for principle?
He met a principle once, acting as the bodyguard for President Allgood made him have to attend a decent amount of schools in California, ones that when compared to this place, were tiny. But considering how the elevator is still working and nobody seems home, he might as well just explore around even more.
An hour passed and The Courier had explored multiple different levels of the school, and had found nothing that had made him consider stealing, (It would be going to the good cause of ‘My Inventory,’) but he did find humans, so his earlier assessment was seemingly correct. Stepping into an elevator, he leaned against the wall and right as he was about to press the button to got to the Headmaster office, a woman stepped. He quickly planted himself against the wall while the woman spoke, looking around, “Strange…” She whispered and she pressed the button. As the elevator took off, The Courier made sure to hold his breathe and make no sudden movements.
After a minute, the elevator dinged and the doors opened, allowing the woman to step out of the elevator. Following suite, The Courier snuck behind her and saw a large office, with the ceiling having multiple gears turning for some odd reason, (Maybe the place served as a clock tower?) As he walked behind the woman, he noticed an…old? Young? He wasn’t sure how old the guy was because he looked young but his hair was pure grey. So either he just aged really well, or was the most stressed out man to ever exist. “Ozpin, I searched the area that the intruder was in and he just..disappeared." the woman said, the Old-Young man spoke as he rubbed his chin, “Well then he’s in the school, lets ask him. Intruder, are you in the school.”
The Courier stop moving for a second and the woman spoke, “Ozpin, there’s no one there,” the female said and as he held still, Ozpin spoke again, “It looks like it, but our intruder is here, and most likely believed that this office held something that could help him.” The Courier continued to hold still and sighed before de-cloaking and spoke, “You got me, Old-Young Man.” The Courier told and the female jumped at my sudden appearance while Ozpin held a smug look. “How?” She asked and Ozpin spoke as he placed down his coffee, “Welcome to Beacon, young man,” he said and The Courier rolled his eyes. “Not that young,” He replied and Ozpin spoke, “Mind taking a seat?”
The Courier shrugged and took a seat, speaking as he crossed his arms, “So, Ozpin, weird name but I can’t say much. I’ll start simple, where exactly am I?” The Courier asked and Ozpin spoke, “Currently you’re at Beacon Academy, one of the most prestigious Huntsman Schools in the world,” He said confidently. The Courier spoke as he shrugged, “I’ll take it, but was aiming for country and planet,” The Vulpine asked. “In that case, Vale and Remnant, So that confirms you’re from a different world, unless you’re just a good liar.” Ozpin stated and The Courier gestured to his legs, “Unless you’re world has animal people, or well fox people. And considering you said Vale, unless The Enclave decided to sound more chill and not Raging Genocidal Maniacs, I take it you’re not descendants of The Enclave.”
“Not at all.”
“Good start. For someone who knew I broke into their school and possibly trampled over their private property and killed their pets, you’re strangely calm.” The Courier stated and the female spoke, “Pets?” “He must mean the Grimm, and as for your question, I find no reason to be mistrusting of you, nor do I see you as a threat.” Ozpin said and The Courier slightly deflated, not a threat? Oh he needs to fix that. Later though, much later. “Uncreative name aside, How are you sure about the mistrusting part?” He asked and Ozpin replied as he then showed him a recording on some sort of glass device, showing The Courier’s arrival and him fighting the entire god damn Junktown Zoo. “You Bastard!” The Courier shouted.
“Profanities, Mister,” The woman said and fake coughed ‘Bitch’ underneath my breath while Ozpin spoke, “If you’re wondering why I did not help you, I assumed you were able to hold your own. And not only did you hold you’re own, you excelled far more than you should have. Which makes you a promising candidate,” Ozpin said.
“For what?”
“Mister…” Ozpin began and I spoke, “Courier Six, but Courier will do.” The Courier said and Ozpin nodded, “Well Mister Courier, would you like to join Beacon Academy? You are of age, and it will help you get used to our world, considering I doubt you’ll be able to return to the world you call home soon.” Ozpin stated and The Courier looked down at his pip-boy and went back to his stats. Either him getting here de-aged him, and the 17 on his stats isn’t a glitch, or this place allows older people to join. “Ozpin, are sure this is wise?” The female asked and Ozpin replied, “Yes, Glynda. So Courier, what do you choose? If you do say yes, you will be given a room, a scroll, and papers that will classify you as a citizen and keep you from being arrested.”
“Yes.” The Courier said and almost immediately afterwards, a quest popped up on his pip-boy.
Welcome to Beacon
-Wait until Initiation begins.
‘Good to know the quest stuff still works. Wait…’
‘Initiation?’ The Courier thought.
“Now, with that; I must ask one more question.” Ozpin said and The Courier’s looked up at him, “Yeah?” He replied and he spoke, “What are you? As in species. Considering the tail and digitigrade legs, I assume you’re more…animal than even the Faunus here.” The Courier sighed and lean back before speaking.
“Okay so it all started in a place called Europe…”