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BEEP* BEEP* BEEP* BEEP*

The courier groaned as he was rudely awakened by his alarm clock. He was many things and a morning person was not of them.

BEEP* BEEP* BEEP* BEEP

He covered his ears with his pillow to muffle the infernal beeping of the clock. If the courier had a choice he would stay in the comfort of his room. Technically it was Mobius but he would not need since he was a brain in a tank now. Maybe if waited long enough it would stop and he could go back to sleep.

BEEP*BEEP*BEEP*BEEP

But it never stopped. It only became louder and louder with each passing moment. He reached for the snooze button but was surprised to not find one or even an off switch"It must be rigged to shut off when I get out of bed and that's not gonna happen." he thought

BEEP* BEEP* BEEP* BEEP*

He had enough. He sat up and grabbed the clock and threw it against a nearby walk. He smirked in satisfaction as we watched the shattered remains of the clock litter the floor. Muggy would clean that up later.

He let out a sigh of relief, he had done it he has the slew that wicked alarm clock that dares disturb his sleep. Now time to reap his reward for his heroic act. He lied back down into his favorite spot in the whole wide world with the smirk still on his face. He did not care if the nukes launched again, he would NOT leave his bed until he was goddamn ready. His smirk fade as his eyes closed and return to his peaceful slumber. Where he would hopefully return to dreamland and finish his journey through the enhanced forest. Unfortunately, the light had different plans.

" GOD FUCKING DAMMIT" cursed as he attempted to shield himself with his sheets from the bright light. When he says brightly he means bright he means FUCKING bright. Like some asshole stole the sun from the sky and put it in his fucking room.

"Sorry Sir!" the light switch apologized

" Why did you turn to lights on!" he barked rubbing his eyes. " I swear if I go blind there's going to be one less light switch in the Sink!"

" Y-You said to turn them on if the alarm clock didn't work!" she stuttered

"Of course I did." he thought still rubbing his eyes

" Please don't turn them that bright," He said getting from his bed and heading towards the door.

" Very well sir" she responds in her usual cheery tone " The Sink has also informed that the Big Brains would like to speak to you."

He rubbed his temples he could already feel the headache forming. He often wonders how people so smart could be so incompetent(Klein). How they could they could be so incredibly useless(Klein!) and so very, very, very annoying(KLEIN!). Why did not kill them(KLEIN!) when he had a chance. If you couldn't tell Klein was his least favorite. He thanks the light switch and left the was going to deal with their bullshit at this ungodly hour then he would need to eat.

For no one could survive the wrath of a cranky and hungry courier.

After a quick breakfast of powdered eggs, coffee, blood sausages, some cloned veggies and burnt toast( Thank you toaster you dick). He took the elevator up to The Think Tank it was short elevator ride up. As watched the numbers go up he hummed to elevator music even after being trapped here for months he couldn't get tired of it.

I wish I could buy me a spaceship and fly the sky, oh.

He swapped out the classical elevator music with some tunes that he found with going through Mobius stuff. And he was glad that he did.

If my manager insults me again then I will be assaulting him.

After I fuck the manager up then I'm gonna shorten the register up.

It was different and The Courier really appreciated that. Back in the Mojave, there was a very limited selection of music. So he was stuck with listening to the same songs over, over and OVER(Seriously if he heard Guy Mitchell again he will strangle someone!)again. So something different was nice.

Y'all don't know my struggle Y'all can't match my hustle You can't catch my hustle You can't fathom my love

Old Blind Diode Jefferson said it was called rap. The jukebox told him that was popular genre before The Great War. He gave me a brief history lesson of the genre and said he had libraries filled with this music because apparently, Mobius was a huge fan. He even allowed me to copy the libraries on a music player(holotapes couldn't hold that much data) that the jukebox helped him build. If he ever got back to the Mojave he'll probably start his own radio station.

Workin' this graveshift and I ain't made shit (aw man, this pressure) I wish I could buy me a spaceship and fly past the sky I've been workin' this graveshift and I ain't made shit I wish I could buy me a spaceship and fly past the sky, oh oh-oh

He sang along for the last few verse and the song ended. The familiar ding replaces the song and then the doors open and the courier steps out with a smile on his face. After a belly filled with food and listening to his favorite song put him much better mood. Who knows maybe talking to the Think Tank would not be bad.

"AH, THE LOBTORMITE HAS RETURN!" Klein's voice boomed

"Nevermind," he thought as rubbed his temples to soothe his impending headache as he continued his walk into the Think Tank main room. Which was a large dome-shaped room filled with computers and monitors probably used to watch over the various research facilities in Big Mountain. The eerie blue lights the lit room also remind him that he could not violently murder Klein. The pacification field only stopped violent actions but not thoughts.

"What do want Klein?" asked the courier. For the record, the courier did not hate Klein he was an okay guy...wait….person ...No…. brain floating in a tank(there we go) and he had great taste in movies. He should know he when through Klein's collection with(out) his permission. But he was a self-centered asshole that spoke really, really, REALLY loud.

"WHAT?"

"You called me."

"I DID?"

" &**&" 8, "said"

"AH…YES, I DID!"

The Courier sighed did he really have to speak to Klein. He was pretty sure that the other members of the Think Tank were more than able to give him information without ear rapping him in the process.

"WE FIXED THE TRANSPORTALPONDER!"

"T-That's great!" the courier smiled finally after months of being stuck here he would finally be able to good home. Honestly, it was not that bad living here. He had plenty of food, water and nice little setup in The Sink. And between doing tasks for the Think Tank and killing of lobotomies or the rogue robots that attack the facilities he was never bored. But he missed the Mojave.

"Where is?" he asked still smiling

Kleins "brows" furrowed "WHERE IS WHAT?"

"The Transportalponder" six responded no longer smiling

"AH YES.." Klein paused for a second "... WE LOST IT"

The courier's eye twitched " YOU WHAT!?"

He was going to kill him. He was going to use Lucille and crack open that tank and take his brain and stomp into a thick mush. BUT, since the pacification field was still on that wasn't going to happen. So he prays that a Corvega would fall from the sky and crush Klein.

" I believe the more appropriate is stolen Dr. Klein," Dr. Dala said as she floated her way into our conversations

The sound of Dala's voice calmed him down. He always liked talking to Dala she did not annoy him as much as the other doctors. He even found her curiosity with his body flattering but she did have a habit of going overboard with her "observations". He swears that she watches him during his more private moments in The Sink.

"AH… YES BY THE LOBOTOMITES!" Klein's voice boomed once again

"How did this happen?" Six asked

"SINCE WE LACK THE PENISES TO FIX IT OURSELVES WE HAD TO SEND THE DEVICE TO X-23 TO BE REPAIRED"

" I Believe you mean fingers " Dala corrected " The penis lies between the lobotomite's leg and is quite large" she added with a "wink".

" Yea she has definitely been watching me"

"YES THANK YOU DALA" Klein replied sounding annoyed he did not like being corrected. "ANYWAYS, THE LOBOTOMITES ATTACK THE FACILITY AND STOLE THE DEVICE!"

The Couriers burrows furrowed this was strange the lobotomies were smart enough to stay away from the research centers. He hopes that lobotomies were not planning to start an uprising. He already had enough to deal with the last thing we wanted is to get involved with is another war.

"Did they take anything else?" he asked

shook his monitor and said no. This only confused the courier more. If they were planning an uprising then why take the weapons that were stashed at X-23. Unless they were not planning to revolt.

They were trying to escape.

He understood the pain of lobotomies since had his organs forcefully replaced and subjected to cruel and inhuman tests too. But he still could not let them go because he would be stuck here with The Think Tank. Also, the lobotomites were still very unstable and violent, they would only bring trouble to The Mojave. It already had enough troubles even after the war ended.

Klein upload more information about the attackers and even the location of their camp. He thanks, Klein and began walking back. He was going to get back to Mojave not matter what. After all, he had a radio station to start.

After a quick stop at The Sink to get his gear he was off the retrieve his transportalponder. The camp was not that far from Higgs Village, so take about an hour to get there. The trip was quiet save for the sounds of the dirt crunching underneath the courier boots and the tunes coming from his music player. He smiled he likes it when his trips were quite it allows him to appreciate his surrounding, like the air. Here it was cool and gentle, unlike the Mojave where it was dry and harsh.

His smiled faded, he missed The Mojave. Despite everything and everyone there trying to kill him, it was still his home. He wonders how his home was faring after the Second Battle of Hoover Dam. Where he led the NCR and his allies in an epic dance battle against Caesar's Legion. It was a long and bloody and we able to make the final push and defeat the Legion when Dinky the dancing deathclaw swoop in and literally slaughter them. Ok, that's not how it happened but trust me this version is a lot better. But he still wondered how the NCR was treating his home.

The courier snapped out his musing when heard a sound.

"It came from behind those rocks." he thought. He unslung This Machine and began the slowly walking towards the source of the sounds. It sounded like something was eating. As approached the source he noticed the blood on the ground. The closer he got to the rock the gnawing sounds got louder and louder. Finally, he reached the rock and cover behind it. Whatever was eating was on the other side and he was going to kill it before it had the chance to kill him.

Breathe deep. Hold. Exhale.

The courier popped out of his cover and took aim at….. Nothing. There was nothing save for a corpse. He swore he had heard something, he shook his head was he losing his shrugged his shoulder and kneed down to examine(and loot) the body.

"It's still fresh," he thought " Probably been dead for less than an hour. Huh, what's this" examining the wounds showed that this person was mauled. But there only one creature at Big Mountain that could do that and it was nearby. He could not see it because it was cloak.

The courier quickly stood up and scanned the area for any signs of the night stalker. He tightened his grip on his rifle. How can he be so careless, maybe living in Big Mountain for so long caused him to lose his edge? The courier stuck his current train of thought failed to notice the night stalker sneaking up on him. When it was close enough it decloaks and pounced on him. He did not retract in time and was tackled this also caused him to drop his rifle. He failed to pay attention and now he was going to pay the price. He knew nothing could save him from impending doom.

"Kisses stop that tickles!" the courier laughed as he begged the night stalker to stop her vicious assault. But despite his pleads she counited her attack until she felt that finally beaten the courier.

After recovering from his attack and retrieving his rifle he patted his attacker on his head. " You got me good this time Kisses" he praised the Night Stalker. Who happily accepted the praise with a wage of her rattlesnake tail and a very happy bark. Like many of the other Night Stalkers that he encountered here and in the Mojave Kisses was very friendly to the courier. Hell, they even save his ass a few times. Now that he thinks about the same thing could be said about a lot of animals.

"Hey girl you want to go and have some fun?" he asked. He would usually have Rex and ED-E accompany him on his outings. But he did not know where ED-D( that eyebot tended to wander off) and Roxie just had puppies so Rex had his hands(or paws) full. That reminds him he should go and visit Rex, he kinda want to see what cyber Boston terriers puppies look like (adorable most likely). Kisses happily barked and the courier smiled he never like traveling alone. Still smiling the courier patted the night stalker on her head and motioned her to follow him.

"Let's go fuck some shit up."

After a slight detour Kisses, ED-E( they found him while passing by Higgins Village) and Six are on a ridge overlooking the lobotomies camp. Crouching down the six de-materializing This machine and replace it with the Gobi Campaign scout rifle. He found this rifle in a footlocker in a sniper's nest near cottonwood cove. He should thank its previous owner for leaving behind such a magnificent weapon. The .308 round tore through toughest armor and animal hides and even with the shortened barrel it could still put a hole anything from a mile away. His only complaint would be the camo on the gun it stuck out in anywhere that was not desert like.

"1,2,3…." he counted silently as peered through the scope of his rifle. "8" he frowned as he finished counting. "There were five lobotomies missing." he thought. He shrugged it really did not matter to him if they did not have the transportalponder, then he will find the others and get it from them. But he will deal with that later he had some lobotomies to kill. But he only had six shots and if make all the shot he would still have to deal with last two. He ordered Kisses and ED-E to ahead and wait for his signal. They happily followed my orders like the good minions they are.

With a smile he looks through the scope of his rifle once again he was ready.

Deep Breathe. Hold. Exhale

"Let's get six headshots," he thought. Hmm DJ headshot would that be a good name?

He squeezed the trigger and felt the familiar kick of the rifle. His smile only grew wider as the bullet that he sent traveling found a nice home inside the skull of the lobotmites that was eating.

"That's one."

The guy next to him must be in shock because he did not move an inch after his buddy head exploded only sat there in starting his corpse. His mistake the courier thought as he fired again killing the onlooker.

"That's two"

The rest started to scramble to get their weapons. This caused Six to smiled even wider now things were getting interesting. He fired three more shots each planting themselves in the skulls of the lobotomies. He aimed at last target a lobotomite that firing on his position with a shotgun he was too far for it to do any real damage.

"And here is number six" six said as fired. He soon frowns when he saw that he missed. He blows off the guy's arm instead of a blowing off his head. " So much for six headshots." he sighed as ignored the man's cries of pain as clutch his bloody stump. Six tries to reload but was interrupted when the remaining lobotomites began littering his position with bullets. He cursed as one of the bullets struck his combat armor chest plate. The bullet had not done any real damage, it would take a lot more to pierce the saturnite plates. But it still hurts like hell.

Now in cover, he would have to wait for them to reload then he would pop out and kill them. As soon as he stopped hearing the shots he rose from his rock and was ready to end those assholes. He stops when saw Kisses pouncing and ripping out the throat of one lobotomite and ED-E disintegrating the other two with his laser. He shook his head and chuckled they were definitely the best minions a boy can he have. He made his way to camp and began searching(and looting) the bodies but only to become frustrated when he couldn't find the device.

" Fuck" he cursed. It's not here it must be with the must be with the other lobotomites. Six pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance, now he would have to go looking for them and who knows how long that would take. Why can't things ever be simple?

Six sighed and took a cigarette and lighter out from inside his jacket pocket and lit it. " This should help me relax." he thought as took a drag from the cigarette. Maybe he should not call it one since he replaced the tobacco with an herbal plant that the auto-doc recommend that he start using. He forgot what the auto-doc called it, but he remembers the Biological research stations referred to it as ganja or the devil's lettuce. Whatever it called it helped him out a lot he no longer felt those aches and pains that usually felt and better yet he did not have those horrible nightmares about….

He shook his and took another drag his cigarette. He was getting sidetrack he needs to hurry and find those thieves before...

*Click*

"Really twice in one day." he mentally sighed as drop his cigarette and crushed it with his boot and turn to face his ambushers. He was really getting rusty.

Five lobotomites all wearing the same stupid gray except for the one in the middle who had a blue one. They all had their guns trained on him waiting for the command to gun him down. They stood like this until the one in blue spoke.

"You...killed...our...brothers...why!" it spoke its voice sound very rough and harsh. This surprised the courier most lobotomites did not speak apart from the occasional grunt and "Kill you". He had heard them say "Fuck" a few times when he walked in on Dala while she was "researching" their mating habits. She seriously need to get laid, he would help her out but he would not know where to stick it.

He shook his head he was getting sidetrack again. "They stole something, that belongs to me" he responded.

"You...mean….this?" Blue asked stepping forward presenting the transportlander.

"Yes, Now give it back to me!"

Blue snarled and put the device back in its holster. " NO….you...pay..for…killing...brothers… and...we...escape!.

Six sighed, of course, it would not be easy. Now he would have to kill them. It's a good thing that they haven't notice ED-E and Kisses behind them. Now all he would have to signal them and they….

*Crash*

The Courier jumped back in surprise as Corvega fell from the sky and crushed lobotomites behind Blue.

"Or that could happen." he thought as he started to recover from that seemingly random event. He took advantage of Blues current stunned state and shot him in the back of his head. He fell to the ground dead with the same stunned expression. He looted the device from blue's body and called for his companions he was ready to go. Before he left the camp he took one last look the Corvega and shook his head.

"Not even the first time that happened."

As he left the camp six took out the device and inspected for any damage. He was satisfied when he did not find. For the hell of it, the courier pulled the trigger to see if the thing still worked. He waited and waited and waited then the device emitted a blind light that engulfed the area around him and the courier was transported

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Nowhere.

The lobotomites must have damaged it somehow. He shrugged it did not matter anyway. He got what he came for and the Think Tank could fix again. Then he could go back home and start that radio station. Hell, he would even bring Kisses back with him she had grown on him. Who knows maybe she'll find a mate night stalker and they could make cute pups. Then he would have an army of adorable little minions to do his bidding. Yes, finally for once in his life something was going his way. Nothing could ruin his good mood not Klein, not the lobotomites, and especially not that black hole.

Wait…..BLACK HOLE!?

The courier couldn't scream as he and his companions were sucked into the black hole. So much for that radio station.

Pain, pain, and more pain that's all that courier felt when he woke up. " Must have passed out while going through the black hole." he thought

He wondered which one of the Think Tank "genius" thought it would be a good idea to transport someone through a black hole because they were in need of a serious brain scrubbing. The courier would happily give them one with Lucille. He sighed sometimes they were more trouble than they are worth. At least he was back in the Mojave.

Six looked around saw nothing but darkness. " Must be nighttime." he thought as he tried to stand up using the cold, hard, metallic ground as support.

"Wait why was the floor metal and why did the air smelt like it been recycle ." he wondered " It almost like he was on…." he stopped as his heart or whatever he had in lieu of one beat faster.

"No it can't be." he panicked " That was a one-time thing he can't be back on…." six was cut off when the lights came on blinding him in the process.

After his eyes readjusted, he was to finally able to survey the now lit room. It must be a command center because he saw monitors everywhere. He was glad to see that ED-E and Kisses were alright unconscious but alright. But what he saw out the nearby window just cause that thing in his chest to beat even faster. He saw space in all of its glory. The countless stars peppered the vast darkness truly amazing. He caught a glimpse of the moon he could even make out the sea of tranquility. He wanted to take in more these beautiful sight, but he had to get moving. If this ship was the same as last time than him, his companions, and his asshole are in grave danger.

"Who are you and how did you get here?"

His heart came to a complete stop and he felt his anus began to clench when heard that voice. He was almost too afraid to look that he did. He( Six was pretty sure it was a he) was tall a little bit taller than him. He was bald, had a heavy brow, red eyes and thick lips and green skin. He did not have the jumpsuit like most Zetas instead he had a black skin-tight suit with red accents, belt and large X on his chest.

"This guy must be someone important because he had a blue cape with some golden fastener clips." Six thought

Six shook his head he asked him a question and he should answer like any wastelander would if they were in his shoes. He drew That Gun and fired at the alien and grabbed his companions and bolted for the nearest open door.

He was not going to get prodded again.


Thank you so much for reading! I hope you guys enjoyed it!

I hope that I didn't ruin the story by including rap in it. I know it is not really lore friendly but I always listen to it when I play Fallout. If it didn't then that's great. if you love fallout and rap like I do then check out Wazer Wifle by OpenMinded trust me you will not be disappointed. Also, I am trying to become a better writer so I would greatly appreciate any tips or suggestions.

Anyways see you guys next time!