Chapter 1: Meet the gang

AN: Ok so I've wanted to write my first fanfiction for a while now but I haven't had the balls but I was cleaning my room yesterday and the perfect idea hit me. 'What if four people who absolutely hated each other were dropped into remnant' so bam here we are. I hope you guys like it, I will answer any questions dropped in the review box and if you have any ideas throw them at me. This fic will have rwby elements so don't expect everything to be realistic or serous all the time. ENJOY.

Hoover Dam, a monument to humans need for war. A clash of opposing ideas and beliefs, each refusing to back down, each feeling they were right.

To east was the bull, an army comprised of slaves and conquered tribes. Caesar's Legion as it was called was a vast empire much like its predecessor who believed order was maintained through fear and shackles. The legionaries of the Legion were not unlike beasts, they swept through battlefield like a sea of ants not caring for their own lives. They were not however weak, their soldiers were among the most feared in the new world. They marched straight into the storm of bullets.

With them were the drug addicts and lowlifes of the fiends and great khans, unknowingly tricked by the bull to fight by their side. Amongst them were the worse kinds of people. Rapist and murderers alike found refuge in the two gangs. During battle they relied on performance boosting chems to give them the edge. They were nothing but cannon fodder to the Legion and were sent first to weaken the enemy.

Opposing this dark army was none other than the bear, born from the ashes of the old world the NCR or New California Republic was a beacon of hope in this unforgiving hell hole. They were a democratic government of free men and woman dedicated to liberty. Under the bear the west coast had seen a large growth in population and society. The NCR soldiers would protect their home not because they were told too like the slave army of the Legion but because they wanted too.

Once an enemy to the NCR, the Brotherhood of Steel had realized if the Legion were to take over that it would lead to the destruction of their entire order. The Brotherhood of Steel and the NCR would put away their differences for the time being and focus on the larger threat that was the Legion. The Brotherhood of Steel were hoarders of old world technology, their knights were hulking mountains of walking metal.

The Battle for Hover Dam starts now…

(Hoover Dam)

"Shit! There's no end to these guys!" The courier yelled to his companions. The Legion was hitting hard. For every hunk of flesh they gunned down eight more would take its place. The troopers were beginning to run low on ammo too. The courier wasn't big, probably not even 5'7, and he had the look of a city boy with his blonde hair. "Boone get somewhere high and get the jump on these guys!"

"My wife is dead "angst the Sniper while he did as he was told.

The courier put his head in his hands "Geez it's hard to get good help these days". A bullet impacted the sandbags he was hiding behind making him jump. 'If something doesn't change quick we are going to lose the dam! 'It was true; the crazy fuckers had yet to take break yet. The druggys they had sent first then their recruits and everything after that had been one big clusterfuck.

'Why would anyone want to control this piece of shit?' He asked himself. It didn't make a lot of sense why the Legion would want it seeing as they hated technology. The NCRs obsession made little sense either, the only large powered city was New Vegas and it was controlled by House. It felt like these guys went at it for the sole purpose of going at it. 'Do I smell daddy issues?'

He peaked over his spot to see the Legion pouring in from the other side. No matter how many you killed they wouldn't break and retreat. You could lop all of one's body parts off and he'd bite your ankles while screaming 'For the Legion!'

"For the Legion!" Like that.

The courier realized too late that the legionary wasn't armed at all. Strapped to him were blocks of C-4 and he was smiling like a mad man. The explosion disintegrated the fanatic and the troopers around him while knocking the courier through a pair of double doors.

A piece of metal sent flying had embedded itself halfway inside the Couriers armor combat armor causing quite a bit of discomfort. He had often wondered how the hell he had gotten here. A simple courier gets shot in the head and everybody trips balls.

He thought back to his days in good springs, at first it was really cool to tell everyone and even got him laid a few times. It was like he was something out of a comic. Then 'They' came he thought bitterly. No matter where he was or what he was doing they always seemed to find him and present the most ungodly tasks to him.

No matter though because it looked like this was it or at least if the legionnaire at the door had anything to say about it was. He advanced on the courier slowly, his gladius dripping with blood. Courier six couldn't say that he had a bad life seeing as shouldn't have had a life at all. But he had walked out of good springs alive and well where most others would be worm food. His last thoughts were simple 'Wonder if decapitation is anything like a headshot'

He heard a bolt pull back as someone chambered a round behind him and the legion soldiers head exploded in a colorful red mist. He wasn't even surprised at this point "Thanks Boone" he deadpanned

"My wife is dead" Called back the sniper.

Six slowly banged the back of his head against the cracked marble floor. 'Why couldn't fate pick another guy?' he thought 'Someone as crazy as the rest of them'

Another shadow fell over him but he didn't even care "Oh look who it is! I see your damn faces on ever poster from here to the coast but every time something big happens do they call their 'Veteran' Rangers in? NO! Hey Courier we got a job for you that's potentially life threatening!"

The ranger said nothing. Just continued to stare at him with those hollow red eyes. The veteran had multiple revolvers strapped to him and anti-material rife slung across his back.

"You know what I've got an idea!" Announced the Courier "How about you take this one! I'm sure taking an entire Legion camp should be nothing for you guys!"

Still nothing, but the ranger got down to eye level with Six.

"Are you afraid? You guys are just all talk." The ranger brought his hand up to six faces to which latter blinked. He rubbed his thumb, index and ring finger together. Six gave the ranger a quizzical look "I don't understand"

The ranger let out a noiseless sigh of frustration before re doubling his finger rubbing effort. Six was beginning to irritated as well as he glared at the ranger.

Then it clicked "You want me to pay you…" The ranger nodded "Are you serious right now" Another nod "You are out of your mind if you thin-" An explosion cut him off and NCR troopers screamed in pain:

"My leg!" one yelled

"Take it all" The Courier answered while he materialized every dime he had from his pip boy. The ranger seemed to glow with satisfaction as he gathered up all his loot. He stopped when he eyed a bottle cap necklace around six's neck. He gestured to it and the Courier glared at him before throwing it at him. The ranger took six's hand in his own and shook it to seal the deal. As he was turning to walk away something hit the back of his helmet "Take that piece of shit too!" the Courier screamed in frustration as he threw his pipboy.

Outside a lone fiend by the name of Psycho was killing everyone in sight. He was so strung out he didn't know who was enemy and who was ally. He smirked as he flipped over a pair of veteran rangers, shooting them as he passed over him 'BY GOD I'm SO FUCKING ELAGANT!'. A trooper tried to bayonet him only for Psycho to form a ball of light in his hand and shoot it at the soldier who quickly disenigrated. "DIE BITCHEZ"

"Should we shoot him…..?" Asked the Private to his comrade. In front of them a fiend who was obviously having an illusion was dry humping a concrete pillar.

"Hananananan" Purred Psycho

The other trooper looked on with disgust "I think we should leave"

"Agreed"

The ranger passed the weirded out troopers heading towards the legions base. He didn't spare the fiend a glance as he pulled out his sequoia and put a round right into Psychos back. The fiend fell over the side of the dam. What a shame he was really cute, kind of like a diseased puppy.

Seconds passed before his head popped back over the side "You didn't think it would be that easy did you?" he said eerily. He pulled himself over the side and followed the veteran ranger.

(Legates camp)

Before the legate was two centurions who had failed to meet his very high expectations. They didn't try to offer any excuses, like most Legion men they were completely loyal to Ceaser and would die without a complaint. Which is what they did as the two praetorians slit their throats.

"Is it so hard to beat these dogs back?" He boomed to all of his present officers. The Legate was getting tired of failures; he didn't allow it in his ranks. "Can none of you complete such a simple task?"

The monster of the east let his gaze fall on each of them, pleased when they would flinch. The Legate wasn't a leader he was a killer so he would often let others lead to test their meddle. Five had been put to the sword for their failure already.

One stepped forward. He was decked out in Lorica Segmentata and had a Scutum, dents and cuts marred both. His black hair was combed neatly and his blue eyes glinted in the dark tent "I will bring you victory"

The legate's brutish mass turned slowly to take in one of Ceaser's favored. He grinned savagely behind his mask at the young man "The price for failure is heavy" he said gesturing to the bodies.

"I will bring you victory" he repeated.

Lanuis was pleased with youths answer "Then do so" he ordered

Marcus pounded his fist against his chest in salute before walking out of the tent. This Legionary was different than the others. Where most partook in rape and pillaging Marcus only possessed a lust for blood. The conquer of twelve tribes and commander of the third Cohort.

He descended the stairs with grace that none would expect from a member of the Legion. His red caped billowed in the wind. His face was blank. This man wasn't something you would wish to behold.

The camp was calm while just across the river it was chaos. The Legion children were conditioned at a young age not to fear death. Marcus had been with them since he was five. While the other tribesmen's kids were crying and whining when forced to train he saw an opportunity to become something more than just a simple animal. Ceaser respected ambition.

He noticed that they had captured a small squad of Brotherhood knights and threw them in the slaves pin. Their armor was still in place because no one knew how to take it off. He stopped next to the thick fence right overtop one of the knights. He wasn't interested in the man himself per say but his armor. "Whether we win or lose profligate you will be crucified, image for a moment being nailed by your wrist to a cross. Envision the pain you will feel as gravity does its work. And it won't be over quick….no it'll take hours if not days for you to die." His voice wasn't deep like Lanuis but it was just as threatening "The 'Power Armor' You're wearing, teach me to use it"

The Knight had his helmet off and it was lying next to him to him in the sand. He was old, probably in his mid-thirties that was archaic in the wasteland. His red hair was greying and his green eyes were cold. A prominent scar went across from cheek to the other in a stretched out upside down v shape starting at the bridge of his nose.

"Think on it" advised the Marcus. He continued on his path not saying another word.

Finally he arrived at a set of tents "OPERAM!(Attention)" One of his centurions yelled. His men filed into four lines before saluting their commander. Marcus was proud of his men; he wouldn't trade them for a thousand praetorian. His ranks were among the best of the Legion and they were rewarded for their effort. Each soldier of the third lacked the laughable sports equipment and was dressed in plated metal like their commander.

He walked slowing through the rows taking in every one of their faces. He liked what he saw. "Vis sanguis?(Do you want blood)"

"Etiam domine(Yes sir)"

He smiled "Dixi tibi sanguine legionaries!(I said do you want blood legionaries)"

"Etiam domine! (Yes sir)" He stood infront of his soldiers and took off at a brisk jog without another word. His men followed in their tight columns after him. The ground seem to shake under their feet. They were invincible.