A/N: Hello! This is a first attempt at a Fallout Crossover, so I hope you enjoy! Constructive criticism is welcome! Fallout and RWBY are not owned by me.

"Hey, Jonas, you got anymore beans? I'm starving." asked a skinny man with a long beard. His clothes were rags that were covered in dirt and blood. He was sitting next to a small camp fire on an abandoned highway. His friend, Jonas, next to him, chowing on a can of beans. Jonas was wearing an old Powder Ganger's uniform, stained with the previous owners blood. The old kevlar didn't do much for the dead man. Jonas hadn't actually killed the man, but the clothes, bloody or not, were better than nothing.

Jonas nodded, and reached for his bag. He grasped a can of beans and handed it to the other man. "Here ya go, Ronny. Last one. All we got left is Salisbury steak. Yuck." he said with distaste.

It was around midnight, and the two men had been traveling for days. The had recently left the Mohave desert, heading east. They had heard rumors about an old railroad that led to D.C, better known as the "Capitol Wasteland". The new NCR rule had been the main factor for the journey. The NCR was corrupt, and the two men believed that it would eventually collapse, soon rather than later.

"Ok Jonas. I'll take watch. You get some shut-eye." said Ronny. Jonas nodded, and used his bag as a pillow to sleep on. Ronny pulled his 9 millimeter pistol out from the back of his pants, and rested it on his lap, wanting to be prepared for anything. Unfortunately for Ronny, he fell asleep not shortly after.

Around 4 Hours Later

Ronny awoke from his slumber as someone shook his shoulder.

"Hey pal, wake up." said the person shaking him. Ronny groaned.

"Ugh, I'm sorry Jonas. I fell asleep. It won't hap-" he stopped speaking as he looked up at the person who woke him, finding that he wasn't Jonas.

The man's face, or helmet, was inches from Ronny's face. The helmet had red glowing eyes and a gas mask. Ronny recognized the armor as a type of Hopeville Riot Gear. He saw a set for sale once, but it was way out of his price range.

"Hey buddy? You ok?" asked the man in the riot gear in a filtered voice. He snapped his fingers a few times. Ronny then came to his senses, and reached for his pistol, only to find it wasn't on his lap. "Looking for this?" asked the armored man, holding up the pistol.

Ronny's eyes widened, realizing that he is going to probably going to die very soon. "L-listen man, w-we don't want any t-t-trouble! We're just trying to g-get to D.C!" cried Ronny, trying to plead with the scary figure, hoping that he could bargain for their lives. "You can have our stuff, but please let us live!"

"Woah pal! Who said anything about killing? I just wanted to say hello, and ask if you fellas needed any help." the armored man calmly replied. Ronny looked to this right to check on his friend, only to see he had been tied up with rope. He had a frighted look in his eyes, and there were tears steaming from his face. Ronny heard laughing coming from the armored man, and looked back.

"Oh boy! That NEVER gets old! Hahahaha!" he wiped an invisible tear from under one of the bright red eyes of the helmet. "You shoulda seen the last dude. He just pissed his pants after he saw that his friend tied up!"

"A-are you gonna kill us?" asked Ronny, scared of the answer.

The armored figure sighed. "That depends." He pulled out a 12.7mm SMG, and points it at his head. "You wouldn't happen to be a Raider, would ya? It would a shame to splatter you brains on this beautiful highway!"

Ronny shook his head rapidly. "No sir! We're just traveling! I've never even killed a man!" he yelled.

The armored man stood silent for a minute. That was the longest minute of Ronny's life. He lowered his weapon and started laughing again. "Haha! I knew you were a pansy! Never killed a man? That's crazier than me! But I can see it in your eyes, you aren't lying. Here." the armored man tapped a button on the device on his wrist, and in a flash of red, a combat knife appeared in his hand. He tossed it at Ronny. He caught it. "Go untie your friend. He probably needs a change of pants."

Ronny scurried over to his currently bound friend, and quickly began sawing through the ropes. After setting Jonas free, he leaped up and threw a punch at the armored man. He dodged to the left, and preformed the "Ranger Takedown", effectively knocking Jonas onto his ass.

The armored man laughed loudly. "I think this is the beginning to a wonderful friendship, eh?"

Around Two Hours Of Walking Later

"Sooo..." Ronny said with unease. This armored man hadn't stated his name, and both Jonas and Ronny were too scared to ask. The armored man still had the SMG in his hands, ready to shoot.

"Sooo..." said the man, imitating Ronny. "What do you need? Does Jonas need another potty break?" he laughed.

"L-listen man, why are you traveling with us? We were doing fine on our own." said Jonas.

"Can you shoot straight? Or beat a man to death? You probably found that piece of trash uniform on somebody loooong dead, right?" said the armored man. "I'd say you guys don't just want me, you need me as well!"

Ten Minutes Later, Down By An Abandoned Military Checkpoint

"Shh! There's some Raider scumbags up ahead." whispered the armored man. He took cover behind a rusted car, motioning the other two ahead. Ronny went to go pull out his pistol. Jonas reached in his bag and took a lead pipe. The two men looked back to the armored man.

"Ok, Mr. Mysterious, what's the plan?" asked Ronny. He flicked off the safety.

"Well, first things first, we gotta devise a plan, now it looks like there is six raiders, and three of us. So four raiders for me, and one for each of you." said the armored man. He tapped the device on his wrist, and the SMG disappeared. It was soon replaced with a rather large Anti-Material sniper rifle.

"Oh, and by the way..."

"You can call me Courier Six."