Cinis Cinerem

Fallout and RWBY Crossover.

The sirens blurred throughout Vale - the sounds of screaming people echoed throughout the whole city, followed with the gunshots of weapons and the roars of Grimm. But Jaune wasn't concerned about that, he looked down at his scroll after calling Weiss; he knew that Pyrrha couldn't take Cinder, even with her skills. Cinder was on a whole other level - she orchestrated all this, took the Maiden's powers. How could Pyrrha even compare to her?

Jaune was frustrated, that was clear even to him - and he couldn't get to Beacon fast enough. He needed to do something else…to help people. He needed to help people get to safety - that was all he could do. He just had to hope that Pyrrha would come out victorious over that monster.

He looked around, the streets of Vale was filled with debris and bodies. Jaune winced at the sight but continued on. He just had to push on. He held onto his longsword in his right hand and his shield in the left hand. Corcea Mors will aid him in this time of battle. He ran through the streets, switching through alleyways and trying to avoid any Grimm that would prove to be a difficult challenge.

After what felt like ages of running, he managed to make it to what he would call the market section of Vale. He saw the mall and was going to ignore it but a scream got his attention, so he snapped into action and ran into the mall.

A body was split in half - a male - by a beowolf. He looked at the Grimm as it preyed on a family of three, a mother and her two children.

The body must be their father. Jaune thought to himself, he grimaced at the sight. The beowolf was about to attack the family, he had to interrupt it, gets its attention. He searched the area and noticed some rocks from the debris of the building. He jogged over to the debris and placed his sword onto the ground, taking a small stone from the debris. He raised his hand into a throwing position and threw it towards the Beowolf.

It hit.

The beowolf's attention was now on him. Jaune grabbed his sword from the ground and got ready to fight the beowolf. The beowolf charged towards him, jumped up and lunged down towards Jaune, claws ready to engulf and tear him into a new one. Jaune rose his shield and braced.

The impacts of the claws onto the shield pushed Jaune back several feet. Claw marks now present on his shield, it was Jaune's turn to attack. He charged, and sliced his swords up the Beowolf's left shoulder, breaking the armour piece that was present there. However, Jaune didn't take into account that being near a Beowolf was bad news. The Beowolf hit Jaune with its right claw, sending him back and damaging his aura quite a lot. The beast leapt onto Jaune, attempting to bite him. He blocked with his shield, barely, and struggled against the Beowolf's jaws.

'It's going to break my shield!' Jaune screamed in his head, he felt his strength leave him every time the Beowolf struggled with him. It was fight or nothing. With a yell, Jaune stuck his sword into the Beowolf's right eye and continued down towards the neck. He sliced towards the left and up, slicing a part of the throat off.

The Beowolf howled in pain and thrashed about, freeing Jaune up. He took this opportunity to move back and then with a hefty grunt, slice towards the Beowolf once more. The Beowolf's head came off and landed with a thud. The rest of the body going limp and slowly turning to ash.

Jaune wiped away some sweat from his forehead, breathing a sigh of relief. He immediately looked at the family and gave a sheepish smile if anything.

"Hey." He said, his smile staying there. He looked at the family, two children both male and female and a mother. His eyes trailed down to the male body, knowing it is the father.

"I'm sorry for your loss." He said again, his voice quite low about it. The unnamed mother gave a thanks, keeping her children next to her. They were scared, and so was she. Jaune couldn't abandon them, and with the emotions they are producing, a Grimm will find them again - and he wasn't going to be there to save them.

"Look, it's dangerous here and I heard that the military set up some safety zones. Come with me and I can get you to safety." Jaune comforted them.

The mother looked up at him with desperate, pleading eyes and nodded, holding both her children's hands as she slowly walked behind Jaune. They made their way through the streets, idle conversation between the mother and Jaune. He wasn't all that interested in knowing about them, he needed to focus on the task at hand. He gave them orders when to cross the streets, when to stay silent and when to move.

They eventually made it to a military outpost, bullheads arriving and leaving, both military and huntsman helping each other out. Jaune and the family entered into the outpost and Jaune waved them behind. He looked at the bullheads leaving and asked around for anyone who could help him get onto one to get to Beacon. He eventually found someone, an Atlesian officer.

"Hey! I need to get onto a bullhead! To get to Beacon!" Jaune yelled over the sound of the bullheads and commotion in the outpost.

"Beacon? Are you crazy?" The officer asked him, surprise and shock on his face. "Beacon is a no fly zone with that damn dragon around! And it's too dangerous!"

"But I need to get up there! Pyr- My friends and others are in danger by staying there. There is someone or-"

"Damn kid! I don't care if your friends are in danger, we are trying to help people down here! Look around you, people are suffering and we can't spare any resources for any suicidal missions." The officer shouted back, anger and annoyance in his tone of voice. He looked back towards some other troops and started to shout orders, completely ignoring Jaune.

With a frustrated sigh, Jaune walked away, going to a wall and sighing. He pinched his nose and thought to himself. He cursed himself for not being stronger, for being weak. The rest of his team and the others were fighting up there and he was here, doing nothing. What could he do?

He heard yelling and gasps within the compound, he looked around in the compound and saw that people were looking at Beacon. He looked towards Beacon and at the CCTS tower, there was a white glow - wait, was the dragon turning to stone!?

He was slack jawed and couldn't turn his head away from the scene, it was just so amazing and terrifying at the same time. The white glow was fading away - whatever it was, it helped them against the Grimm.

As Jaune was going to look away, another flash happened at Beacon. A bigger, orange one...It was an explosion, it was massive. He saw it, and then heard it. All sound seemed to stop, and he looked in awe as the blast engulfed Beacon, and it was heading into Vale.

Jaune acted quickly, the blast was going to cause harm and pain, he knew that. He raised his shield towards the blast, and hid behind it. He scrunched up his eyes and waited for the impact.

It came, and he was not prepared.

At all.

The impact shattered his shield and he was sent back, hitting into the wall. Pain erupted in the back of his head and his spine. He fell onto the ground as the blast engulfed the whole city. Debris was flying with the blast and the buildings rotted away in a matter of seconds.

Then he saw it, a bullhead spinning out of control - heading straight towards him. He couldn't move, he was in too much pain and it felt like he broke something. He saw his life flash towards him as the bullhead, which felt like hours, crashed onto him. A white flash filled his vision and then darkness.

When Jaune woke, he woke in pain. His vision was all black, but he could feel something heavy on him - he was under some rubble. He tried to move but his legs was restricted by the rubble, the only thing he could move his arms. He moved his arms and placed his hands onto the rubble that buried him. He pushed up with all his force, grunting all the way. The rubble didn't move.

'Come on! One more time!' Jaune thought to himself, a determination flashing through his eyes.

He pushed once more, letting out a yell of strength. The rubble moved up and Jaune pushed it out the way, it fell to his left side and freed up his legs. He got up from it and dusted himself off.

As he looked up, he knew that he certainly was in a different place. The outpost he was in, was no longer around him - there was no one around him, not even bodies. He was on a road instead, the sky was a dark yellow with wind storms flowing in every direction. The road was cracked and looked like it had been rotting for some years now.

As Jaune remembered the events that had occurred, he looked over where Beacon was - or so he thought. Beacon was no longer there, no cliff was present and no sign of it ever existed. He was on a hill, looking down in this new city. All the buildings were destroyed, over head in the distance was a, what Jaune could describe, mushroom cloud.

He knew this wasn't Vale - the buildings indicated that. The city seem so alien to him. As he looked away from the city and the cloud. Around him was abandoned vehicles, which seemed military in design. He looked at one of the trucks among the wreckage, seeing a flag on it - rotting away. It looked like a bear, a brown one with two heads.

'Odd' Jaune thought 'I never came across a flag like this, maybe I should of paid attention in history'

As Jaune walked and looked around, he noticed that the trucks had scattered crates - with guns scattered around. He picked up what he thought to be an assault rifle. It looked strange as most weapons were usually heavier and bigger in size. Ruby did say something about holding dust cartridges and why the weapons had to be big. He placed the rifle down and noticed some small objects, he picked them up and examined them.

'A bullet - but it doesn't seem to be a common one.' There is no dust symbols either. Jaune thought to himself, after a moment of thinking he came to a decision. 'Might as well take it, Ruby and probably most of my team could figure out what this is.'

Jaune placed the bullets into his pocket and continued up the road, away from the cloud. He felt like that cloud was a dangerous one. As he walked up the road, he avoided the dead bodies that lay there. He noticed the strange armour they wore, and different clothing as well. He saw some with the same flag that he saw on the truck and a different one. A bull as their flag.

Jaune was going to examine it, but his body felt suddenly weak. His head was starting to go up in pain and the lightheadedness didn't help. Nausea rose in his stomach and his muscles were in deep pain. He needed to get somewhere so he could take some medicine. 'What a great time to get seriously ill.'

He had to push on, no matter what. He slowly climbed up the road - the weakness not helping him at all. He had to use his sword to help him, trying to not accidentally stab any bodies just in case they were actually alive.

It took around three minutes to make it up the end of the road, it seemed to end there with a mountain path heading up to the right of him. The rest of the road was covered with rubble.

He took the path leading up the mountain. He got up to the top behind, leaving behind the destroyed city. He walked...and walked.

Private Joseph Watson was not expecting to do much today, how wrong he was when his squad and the rest of the company was pushed into action. News of several nuclear warheads detonating in the recently new settlement of Hopeville was spread around - cutting off the NCR's second line of supply.

'That's bad for us' Joseph idly thought, knowing that the NCR forces can only go through the Long 15, to help reinforce Hoover Dam.

He was currently lined up - behind two other men who were in his squad. Greg Sargent and Michael Kern. They were both privates, the same as him. The squad was recently new - all of them had been enlisted around three months ago and send to the Mojave Outpost.

"Listen up!" One of the higher ups yelled, Ranger Jackson. He was standing on a podium, two other rangers behind him. "Due to an emergency, the brass has sent orders for our troops here at the outpost to be sent out on patrols - heading down to Primm, Nipton and the Long 15. Squad leaders will give further orders!"

His squad was designated Delta, at least for this mission. The Corporal in charge was a middle aged female, Cantrine Smith. They gathered around in a huddle and the Corporal spoke.

"Our objective is to patrol around the western part of Primm - looking out for any hostile or unusual activity and report any valuable information back to Jackson."

The objective seemed pretty simple, Joseph thought. Primm was an independant town, not reliant on the NCR yet. They still haven't annexed the Mojave and Vegas yet. The infrastructure was still being built by the prisoners from the prison. They were scumbags.

After the Corporal gave her orders, it ten minutes for Joseph to get his armor on, put his ammunition on his pouch and grab his service rifle, which wasn't in the best of conditions, and he was just given it.

"You'd think they would've given us better rifles." Joseph grumbled, not directing the conversation to anyone. The barracks was full of people getting into gear, he never saw it so many people getting deployed.

"We are just grunts, once you get into the specializations and rank up, you get better weapons. Our weapons were probably used by some of the guys who died at the Dam. We better treat them with respect." Greg, the bald headed with a rough beard, said. He was quite muscular and was middle aged - odd for someone like him to be a private.

"I suppose so." Joseph replied, closing his locker and locking it with the right combination. Him and Greg walked out from the barracks and went to the east entrance of the Mojave Outpost which led down into the interstate.

Joined by the Corporal and Micheal, the walk was took quite a long time to get to Primm, fifteen minutes was the best time they could make but they made it within twenty. They shot the odd raider and mutant that dare approached the patrol.

The west of Primm didn't really have much to it, desert, desert and more desert. Joseph walked behind Michael - Greg behind Joseph and Cantrine in front of Michael leading the squad. He took deep breaths as he traversed up the hill, the service rifle and all the gear weighing him down..

"Better get that training up." Michael remarked as he looked back down to Joseph.

"Not my fault that I have all this gear."

"Excuses, excuses." Michael grinned, clearly thinking it as a joke.

"Damn it, I ha- Woah! Do you see that up there?" Joseph exclaimed, looking at the Wreckage. The squad got into action and ran up towards the wreckage. "I never seen this before."

"Neither have I." Cantrine responded. "Alright everyone, spread out and let's get searching."

Joseph nodded and took to towards a wrecked bus near the wreckage, he looked for his flashlight and turned it on. The light lit up the dark areas of the bus, Joseph searched through bus - nothing of interest - old clothes, food and so on. As he pointed the light towards the end of the bus, he saw a body. A man with blonde hair and in some strange looking clothes. Next to him was a shield and a sword.

"We got a body here!" Joseph called out, he jumped into the bus and walked up towards the man. The rest of the squad came up to the bus to help out. The Corporal ordered Joseph to take the body out onto the sand.

As the body laid on the sand - the Corporal checked for the vitals while the Privates looked at him.

"Strange clothing." Joseph muttered, looking at the fabric beneath what he assumed was some steel plating.

"He uses melee weapons, a sword and a shield - don't know what make though." Greg said, as he looked at the shield and the sword. "There is a symbol on the shield, a crest shaped into an arc. Perhaps a symbol of a tribe?"

"I never seen a tribe with that symbol, a run away from the Legion perhaps." Cantrine said. "The guy is breathing - Michael, Joseph. Bring the body with you, we are taking it to the outpost. Greg, take the sword and shield."

Both Joseph and Michael groaned, but took the body with them - Michael carrying the lower half and Joseph carrying the upper half."

They took off to the outpost, the sun setting on the Mojave. And there, they would find the answers to this man and who he was.