Before we begin our little journey I would like to say thanks for giving me a shot and reading this. I love fallout it's an awesome game and I love RWBY too. Expect for the Volume 3 finale. WWWWWHHHHHYYYYY! Sorry, I'm done. That's all I'm gonna say for those who still haven't seen it. And one last piece of information.

This isn't your regular 'courier goes to remnant' fan fic story. I've decided to…twist it a little bit. *hehe*

Chapter 1: A Familiar Face

War has always defined man. Throughout history, man has always been its own greatest enemy. Whether it was because of territory, religion, or simply wanting what someone else had, war is always the same. Men, women and children slaughtered and nations built and destroyed. All that changed was the symbol and the weapons.

On October 23, 2077, the world burned in nuclear fire. Armageddon had come and all life had tuned back to what it all started from, dust. Yet, once again, humanity proved stubborn and survived the end of the world. Though many wished they hadn't.

204 years later in one piece of land in what was once called Nevada, a figure lived. For like all wars, there are the monster who call themselves human and more importantly, Heroes. For you see wars had a way of showing the world the worst and best of humanity. The Great War was no different.

…

In a dome shaped facility, a group of brains in floating jars lived. Though they might not seem like it they are some of the most intelligent people throughout history. They saw the world as a toy meant to be played with, yet were held back by only one man.

Out on the facilities balcony, there was a flash of bright blue light. In its place stood a man of slightly above average height. His body was adorned by a sturdy brown duster that went to just above the halfway point of his calves. Extremely durable combat armory protected his chest, shoulders, forearms, and lower legs. The once green armor was now white due to the effects of the process that increased the armors protection even further. His face was covered by a steel grey mask that connected to a similarly white helmet with a small antenna on the side. Its glowing red optics glared at everything that it looked upon. (Elite Riot Gear with armor textured white) Finally, on the man's left arm was a greyish black gauntlet with a glowing amber screen.

All around, the man was an intimidating sight that struck hope in his allies and fear in those that crossed him. Suddenly the man's hands were a blur. Reaching up to his helmet and undoing the hidden latches that kept the helmet on his head. At the same time he ran towards a large empty container as if his life depended on it. The helmet latches let go with a soft click and he unceremoniously ripped the intimidating head piece off his head and threw it aside. He put his hands on either side of the container and..

"BBBBBBLLLLLRRRRRGGGGHHHH!"

..released the contents of his stomach. Well that's something.

After puking up what was once his lunch, he stepped back and sat down and leaned against the trash can. The man raised his hand pushed some lose stands of his blonde hair out of his face. His blue eyes showed unending hatred for what he considered his 'curse'. His slightly tanned skin was healthy and fine except for two scars from the bullets that started his adventures at the base of his hair line. There they were mostly hidden from view.

"Man am I glad I put that trash can there. Stupid teleporting sickness thing." He mumbled to himself. He then walked over to the helmet he cast aside and picked it up. With a press of a button on the gauntlet, the helmet and mask were engulfed in an amber light and then it was gone.

Walking towards the door he stood in front of it, waiting for it to open for him. "Oh don't tell it reset!" he said throwing his hands up into the air. "Uh, fine. Alpha, gamma, omega. Subject name, Jaune Arc." He said with his voice full of annoyance. With that, the doors opened and a cacophony of voices greeted him.

"Welcome back sir."

"Bout time someone could appreciate my music."

"Ooohhh greeeaaat, he's back. You had better have brought me some mugs!"

Ignoring the weirdly entertaining insanity that was the sink, Jaune made his way past on towards another door. In it were the floating brain jar things that could conquer the wastelands if they were given the chance.

"GOOD, THE LOBOTOMITE IS HERE LIKE WE REQUESTED! WHAT TOOK SO LONG!?" the loud voice of Dr. Klein said.

"First off not a lobotomite anymore," Jaune then put his finger in his ear and wiggled it as if that would help his hearing. "and second, I thought you were going to fix your volume control."

"THAT IS UNIMPORTANT! WE ARE IN A SITATION OF THE UTMOST ERGENTCY! IT WOULD SEEM ONE OF ODDESIES INTO SCIENCE AND THE UNKOWN HAS COME BACK TO HAUNT US! IN THE DEPTHS OF THE X-2 TRANSMITTER ANTENNA ARRAY IS A DEVICE THE WAS DESIGNED TO CREATE PATHWAYS TO THE UNEXPLORED!" Klein said, well shouted. "YET OR WORK WAS FOR NAUGHT! NOW AFTER ALL THESE YEARS THE ENERGY HAS GATHERED AND WHEN THE CLIMAX IS REACHED, ALL THE IS SCIENCE SHALL BE ERADICATED! THAT IS WHY YOU MUST DETER THIS CALAMITY!"

Jaune just stood there with a blank face. "Yeah I didn't catch that."

"[^*^$%^ ] [^$*(&$*(] [%$)( Q*)] [(# ^$(&}] [ # *** # ] [!*!*!*!*!*] [**!**]." The brain jar with green tinted bio jell 'said'.

"Ooooohhhhh! You guys made a machine at the antenna array years ago and didn't work. Now it's been getting energy for two centuries and is about to blow up Big Mountain. Thanks 8."

"[**:_)**}"

"Guess I'll be going now." Jaune said as he was turning around to leave.

"DO BECAREFUL. YOU HAVE PROVEN YOURSELF INVALUABLE TO SCIENCE!"

"That's just because you guys don't have hands." He said without turning around.

"THAT IS CORRECT"

With that, the door slid closed behind Jaune.

…

One walk through the remains of a devastated science facility and Jaune was standing outside the X-2 Antenna Array. For a moment, Jaune just stood there, staring up at the full moon and ithe star covered sky. No matter where he was, Jaune would always love to look up at the night sky and its promise of endless possibilities.

The moon has always been there for me. Untouched and undisturbed by Armageddon. I made a promise to find a better place for my family to live. Vegas may be better with it being independent and run by a council, but it's still not perfect. Jaune's armored hands clenched into a fist. I made a promise to protect my family and an Arc never breaks their promise. His eyes shown with determination.

With his internal monologue done, Jaune stepped into the array. It look exactly as he remembered it. Looking for a hidden switch of some kind, he eventually found a square piece of wall that was slightly discolored. Pushing the hidden switch, the floor off to his left seemed to slide into its self before revealing steel stairs that lead down deep into the earth. Steeling his nerves, Jaune descend.

He walked down the stairs for nearly four minutes until reaching a large dome shaped room. The walls and ceilings were covered in the hexagon panels unique to the Big Empty. Large computers were scattered across the room. Some broke and lights dark while others beeped and lit up when they were did something. It was the device in the center that really captured Jaune's attention. It was big steel frame, stood on three large supports with a metal platform in the middle. The legs held up some sort of device that glowed brightly with blue energy. (teleporter form fallout 4) It was at that moment a shrieking siren went off in the room. Rushing over to the terminal that was right next to the device.

Hurriedly typing into the computer a notice came up. "Energy critical. Would you like to release excess teleporter energy? Yes. Yes! YES!" Jaune said out loud. A small beep was his response as he hit the yes button. He relaxed and gave a sigh of relive as the blue light dimmed. His face suddenly lit up with panic as the light gain intensity one more. With a deafening roar, the room was engulfed by the light.

"OH GOD DAMN_!" were the last words Jaune said before he was engulfed by the light. A few seconds passed before the light dimmed again. Everything was left untouched by the light. The only difference however was that Jaune, the courier; the young man who changed the Mojave was gone.

So how did you like my little twist on the courier?

Seriously am I the only one who can see similarities between the courier and Jaune? Both learn extremely fast. I mean Jaune after one year for probably one hour of training a night at most, and can kind of hold his own against super powered teens who have been training for YEARS. The courier is a character that learns fighting and survival skills extremely fast. Yes it's a leveling system but it still applies. I think if you throw Jaune in a post apocalyptic wasteland and fight to the death every day, he would be as powerful as the courier.

Also this was inspired while I was reading 'The Bringer Of War'. It's in my favorites.

Anyways, thanks for giving it a read. Thanks and have a good day!