An engine roared through the empty wasteland, the barren desert that covered the majority of the world. The sound came from a motorbike, the once ruined and lifeless wreck had been remade. The harsh wasteland light shone over the metallic white paint, the fresh coating was covered in scratches and bullet marks. The mostly clean metal moved gently as the rejuvenated wheels moved underneath and atop the ruined and scorched road beneath both the motorbike and the rider.
A myriad of shots began to be head towards the rider, the gunfire over taking the sound of the bike. The ride fell off as a bullet connected with the dull, white metal that covered his shoulder. The bike skidded across the hot concrete, similar to how the rider rolled over the road. The dark leather sleeves slid upwards, showing the lifeless skin of his artificial right arm. His fingers clenched before returning to their normal mode, joining with his left to push up his body quickly.
He wiped the blood off of the synthetic skin before pulling a gun from off of his hip, the golden plating shined vibrantly under the heat of the sun. After pulling back the hammer and pulling the trigger, the bullet from the long-barrelled hand cannon ripped through the air alongside the loud bang, and straight through a raiders head. The dead raider fell back in a jerking motion backwards as his blood began to seep into the sand.
"Holy shit! I'm going to take that fuckin' beauty for myself!"
The rider stood up fully, before reaching over to his left wrist. On the limb was a computer device, the dirty grey cover was lined with dirt and grime, as well as glowing lights and a Geiger Counter. He pressed a few buttons as a glowing blue light appeared in his hand, reviling a gun covered in green, pre-war camouflage. A small click resounded as he flipped the safety off of the gun just as he began to look through the scope, preparing to quickly destroy the ones that ambushed him.
He fired two shots, catching two raiders, one in the head and the other in the shoulder. As the second to last man began to fire upon him with an assault rifle, he strayed more to the left as he began shooting again but without aiming down the scope. A bullet landed in the raiders knee, making her grit her teeth. He began to continuously shoot her in the same spot until the leg below the knee came off violently. Using the opportunity, he ran up to her as his dark duster's tails bellowed behind him. A single, upwards stab from a bowie knife into bottom of her throat ended the raider, her blood joining the others in the dirty sand as it left her breathless corpse.
The rider turned the only living raider, fear was covering his face as he tried to get away as he held tightly onto his shoulder. A single shot through the knee stopped the struggling raider as he screamed in agony. The hand cannons barrel was pressed against his forehead tightly, the still hot tip burned his flesh from the contact. The rider spoke through the mask that covered his face, the red lenses coving his eyes added to the mans fear as the riders voice was muffled from the gasmask on his lower face and yet it still sounded empty and venomous.
"Who is your leader?"
"I'm not telling you. YOU ARE FUCKING- AGH!"
A knife went through he other knee as he spoke, making the scum howl in pain as it went farther and farther into the joint. The man spoke again.
"Who is your leader? If I do not get a proper answer, I will force feed you your own legs."
Tears were streaming down the raiders face as he growled out the raider boss's name, saliva dripping down his face as he spoke.
"IT'S FUCKING AUGUSTUS! LE- "
The raider was cut off by a bullet going through his head, shattering the white bone and bursting the malleable and soft red and grey matter over the dead dirt behind him. Sands shifted as his hard metal boots pressed into the weakened ground. The sun reflected off of the chest plate, the former legion symbol was long removed, the metal was burned and repainted in white and gold, with twin golden. He never remembered where he had seen them, they were from long before he had received his bullet wound.
The bike was propped up and rearing to go he took one more look at the bodies, a sneer appeared on his face as the bike began to ride off. A former legionnaire was still active as a leader, and he had to kill them, no matter what.
As his engine stopped, the clicking sounds of lever action rifles and the sharp sound of machetes being drawn could be heard. A man appeared around the top of what appeared to an old, pre-war stadium, before giving some form of signal and the large metal door coving the front opened, revealing a large swam of people with machetes and non-automatic weapons, all dressed in muddy blue outfits. They fired a volley of bullets at him as fast as they could, drenching up a cloud of dust and cement upwards with the bullets that missed.
They stopped as they heard a small humming noise could be heard before the cloud dissipated, revealing the man to be holding up his right hand as a faint blue light seemed to glow out of his fingertips, generating a wall of bulletproof energy, even if it did make him exhausted. Despite the sweat going down his face, he stared impassively through the lenses of his helmet. His breathing calmed as he walked forwards, making the legionnaire knockoffs step back in fear, before a voice filled the air at the top of the stadiums edge.
"What are you waiting for? Kill him, he is only one man! Shoot him, burn him, vaporise him, anything!"
A pair of the raiders ran at him with a machete and a thermal lance, again the shield protected him. the shield disappeared, only to change into long, one handed straight sword. The holographic sword cut through one of the attackers with easy, the light cutting and burning into the armour and flesh, severing and cauterizing the two severed halves fell to the ground with a sickening, wet sound. The blood left on his sword bubbled on the blue surface as it began to burn.
The coat moved as a left hand drew a shimmering 9mm pistol called Maria, the green iron sights aligned with the other raiders knee before the flash of gun went off with a single bullet impacting into the knee, not enough to cripple the limb, but enough to cause damage and a very small amount of blood to exit the limb alongside a suppressed shout. Another round went into the knee again, and then a third time causing the knee to shatter under the force and driving the previously implanted bullets into the knee cap and breaking the bone and forcing him down onto the ground.
Grabbing the thermal lance from the first dead raider, activated the pressurised oxygen valve and began using the tip. He applied a large amount of pressure into the mans chest, cutting through the plating on the man's chest and through the skin, bones and flesh as bright sparks of metal and darkened blood. The man wiped a few drops of blood covering the red lens over his electronic blue eye, the artificial pupil looked over to the raider horde.
Again the raider leader, and former legion commander, Augustus spoke as rage filled his voice.
"Y-YOU! YOU'RE THE DEGENERATE THAT DESTROYED CAESAR'S LEGION! KILL THE BASTARD COURIER, I DON'T CARE HOW MANY OF YOU HAVE TO DIE, JUST KILL HIM!"
Even more ran at the Courier, who simply stood still as he muddled around with the device on his wrist, before a glowing light appeared in his hands. An AK47 appeared as his grip became sure, and he pulled the trigger. The bullets from the gun tore into a few members of the force as the rounds burrowed into their torsos, arms and the occasional neck. He ran behind what was once a water fountain as he removed the empty magazine from the gun with a quick click, before reloading another and magazine into the weapon, as well as moving away from where the bullets impacted the old copper fountain.
He made a dash for one of the buildings as he continued to fire at the raiders, occasionally receiving a bullet or two, as well as a single slash from a well sharpened machete. Barging through a old boarded door whilst feigning as if he was about to bleed out or drop dead, he crashed through the door and raised a cloud of dust, before running up the dilapidated stairs and over a pair of skeletons that were laying onto of each other. His steps broke a brittle tibia laying on the floor before the needle of a stimpack wormed into his flesh, the wounded areas began to hasten the recovery of the wounds as he plucked out the bullets with a thin dagger, leaving only silvered skin as signs of damage.
Looking through the items he had in his wrist computer, he began to set up various traps in the room mainly using a series of fragmentation and plasma mines, as well as a set of tin can charms. A large rifle appeared in the couriers hands before placing the weapon's barrel through a ruined window and its rotting wooden boards. A loud bang resounded out of the building and into the street as a large, explosive round left the sleek black anti-tank rifle, the round impacting into the chest of one of the more heavily armoured individuals, turning him into nothing more than a set of scrap and blood as the bullet exploded and turned him to mulch.
The once reorganised raiders began to panic as they went to search for the one sniping them from a mostly safe nest, all the while he was taking out the spotter with well-aimed and deadly shots, often turning the victims into a bloody mess. He heard somebody enter the building as he pulled out a silenced Beretta hand gun. He moved as to not step onto the mines as he looked over the top of the stairs, finding a single raider in barely anything protective other than the few bits of leather and a rubber tire on the shoulder.
The barrel was aligned to precision at the mans head as he pulled the trigger. The last sound the raider heard before his grey matter covered the ancient walls was a short and soft ping. The Courier turned back to the window as he began taking more pot-shots at the raiders, with him hearing the occasional grumbling and savage comments that was typical of them.
It was sun down before another one found where he was. Over the course of the day he had killed at least one hundred of Augustus's men. The mines was set off as some shrapnel implanted into the armour shoulder pads and leather duster. The floor collapsed beneath him as he found himself in a living room, his back on top of a broken, wooden coffee table. A groan escaped his mouth as he pushed himself up as another raider entered the building, they ran at him with a lead pipe in hand.
A holographic blade went through the raiders dirt covered chest as it quickly roasted all of the flesh around it. The body slumped down and off of the blade. The raiders empty eyes staring at him as it descended with the Courier didn't even bat an eye at the deceased. Leaving the building as he pulled out some shrapnel, the night vision in the helmet activated as he wandered around the destroyed plaza, avoiding the dead bodies and finding some other way into the stadium.
Sneaking around through the bleachers, he occasionally snapped the neck of some of the patrolling guards or stabbing them fatally. He continued to sneak around, eventually finding his way into the room in which Augustus seemed to reside in. The Courier walked through the area, looking through some of the rooms, only to turn away from one specific room due to its disgusting nature, if the different stains and marks were any indication.
The final room seemingly was the commentators room, he blew open the door with a single C4. The splintered wood impacted along the wooden walls and the reinforced glass as the Courier walked into the room, meeting an injured Augustus with a large piece of wood in his arm, blood trickling down the sleeveless limb as it dripped down onto the desk. Small brown eyes widened as the barrel of a golden revolver was aimed between his eyes, just before his entire head was splattered against the wall behind him, with some on the back of the chair he was sat on. His body fell forwards as the blood began to pool quickly on the desk and floor.
The smoke form the gun was quickly snubbed out as he began to race out of the area, sirens filled the area from the noise. Another hail of bullets was fired upon him as he ran with spotlights atop him. leaping over various chairs and railings were far harder than before as bullets were inching closer, some had almost taken off fingers whilst he grabbed hold of different surfaces. One final leap sent him over the edge of the stadiums top.
The quick motions of his fingers were picked up easily by his wrist device as he plummeted towards the ground, a incandescent light covered him before reviling the bulky armour of old Enclave tesla armour. As he impacted with the ground, the fall was negated allowing him to simply walk it off. quickly swapping to his normal outfit, he ran through the streets, back to his bike as he rode off into the distance, back towards the Mojave.
The Courier was sat at a bar, the place was almost barren with the exception of him and the bartender. The ratty ceiling fan spun above them spun as the bartender was rummaging through a storage closet as the Courier was removing his helmet and mask, the military grade equipment rested on the bar as he rolled his should to get more comfortable. He rubbed his face with an old rag that he had to remove as much of the sweat and grime he could without the usage of water. A mirror was opposite to him in a surprisingly good condition, with only a few cracks or marks covering the surface with dust only outlining the edges of the reflective glass.
His reflection had pale white skin, which was surprising to him as he mostly lived in a dessert, it was mostly smooth despite the harsh conditions he had lived throughout and in. A few grains of beard hair was on his face, it had been a small while since his last shave, the blond stubble was surprisingly soft. He moved a hand over the top of his lip as he the silver scar tissue, it was one of the very fist that he could remember getting, it was nothing serious, but it was a reminder that he was alive.
Unkempt hair was atop his head, the strands were covered in a mix of sweat, dirt and the occasional flecks of blood. The fringe cored his forehead, hiding the small bullet scar and covering over his left eye. A large scar was viewable beneath the golden locks, it traced upwards and over his eye, the organ was replaced by a light blue counterpart, it could change colour, but it would be dependent on the emotions and the chemicals running through the couriers body.
The bartender came back with a five large bottles of absinthe in a crate, as well as a single bottle of whisky, which he poured into a shot glass with the outside covered in muddy dust.
"That'll be two hundred caps."
The Courier grabbed the whisky before downing it in one go, letting the burn at the back of his throat reach its maximum strength. A small jingle came from a bag of old, Nuka-Cola bottle caps as he grabbed each bottle and placed them in his wrist device, the Pip-boy making a small rustling sound for effect. He pushed himself off of the stool as he made his way out of the establishment and back to the barren wastes, he was close to being back in Vegas. The lucky 38 shone just above the horizon as the sun began to rise.
It had taken a while, but he had finally returned to the Mojave with even more blood on his hands than before. On his way back to Vegas he had picked up a recording, a message. Whilst most of it was jumbled and incoherent, either due to static or bits of it being cut out, he still had discovered the location of origin. Riding out to the middle of the Mojave desert, he found his way to an old military base, the defences were still as sharp as before as he was pelted with bullets.
A shield of blue light appeared from his right hand as he held a 45. Pistol in the other, he aimed around the shield and fired his shots, the majority hitting due to practice with his off hand. Two Securitrons rode out of the front on the wheels under their three metallic legs, one with a rocket launcher and the other with a minigun. Two pulse grenades were thrown beneath them, before exploding into a dome of blue electromagnetic energy, damaging some of the fine circuits beneath the reinforced metal shells coving their bodies.
Using the opportunity, he threw another grenade that was a concoction of different, volatile Nuka-Cola's in a rusted can. He rolled it over to them as the contents began to boil and bubble, before a large explosion comparable to that of a mini-nuke emerged from it, decimating the steel-clad bodies. He walked through the nuclear residue that was left behind as his Pip-boys Geiger counter ticked every second in it. he walked through the open gates, his weapon changed to that of Dinner Bell, his trusty hunting shotgun. Pumping his shotgun, he walked into one of the silos.
The first thing he noticed was the large descending platform elevator, with a single gun on top of it, alongside almost half of a skeleton and a repeating radio. The finger bones cracked as he moved the tendon less joints from weapon. It was a heavily modified version of the Colt N99 pistol with a laser sight and extended magazine. He removed the magazine, finding only two bullets left in magazine. The Couriers gloved finger pressed a button as the rickety machine began to descend, making the man stagger slightly.
The new magazine clicked and the top slid back as a new round was loaded, the laser sight piercing the dark at the almost shut down base. The Pip-boy 3000's white light illuminated the area with a small hum as a loud banding was heard on the other side of a steel wall, making the Courier jump back slightly. Even more bodies were coving the steel covered ground, parts were completely torn off of the bodies and old bloodstains covered the area
He raised his gun as a vent grating above him fell down, alongside some strange creature. It was almost entirely black, even with most of the skin being covered in bone plating with streaks of red over where the edges should be. It was like a Deathclaw, but was far larger, almost twice that of the Legendary Deathclaw that he had fought before. It let a roar from its maw as the gullet vibrates and strings of saliva fell from the reptilian like face. It charged with a large lunge, the strong arms forced the thick blades at the tips of its fingers into a steel was with a sickening tear, the Courier barley duck as he began to unload his shotgun into the creatures left leg, with only the breaking of the plate being any positive indication.
He used a holographic spear to go into the exposed flesh, burning the thick, black hide and causing it to roar in pain. Somehow, its hand freed its self from the secure steel as the leather-like hands back sent him across the room and through a door, making him cough up some blood as his cybernetic eye turned a deep shade of black briefly, indicating the pain he was in. The cybernetic spine he had in his back lessened the impact and reduced the after effects, but it still was painful.
The sound of heavy footsteps filled the corridor he had came from as the Courier began to limp away, the roar of the beast echoed throughout the facility. As he moved the limping began to lessen while his improved Phoenix Monocyte implant worked harder to repair any damages. He began to look through his armoury until he settled upon using his golden ranger sequoia, Revelation. He took aim as he filled the five chambers with custom-made .50 calibre rounds with a mix of plasma and explosive elements. The abomination had made it through the door as the Courier held up the gun as a rare grin stretched over his face before the round hit it in the eye.
A powerful blast of plasma quickly ate away at the bone plates on its face, the same happening to the black scaled skin beneath it as it tried to tear of the affected area to stop the pain. The Courier aimed at the weakest pints on its humungous body. The concoction was devouring both the face and eating through the elbow joints until if finally died, dispersing into a cloud of black shards. A quick dash to the cloud allowed him to gather the strange material, which was shown as 'Grimm Essence- Deathclaw' inside of his inventory.
He turned to the source of a whirling noise, before a large slamming sound was made as a large, spiralling orange light was activated, as what seemed to be a blast door fell with a large, toneless thud. He began to bang and shoot at the door in desperation as the large noise got louder and loud, a mix of deep red and light blue appeared behind him as pumps and engines began to roar through the entire complex. Finding a box on the wall he opened it only to find that it was once the safety switch, which was in tatters from age and the large triplet of claw marks on its surface.
He could only stare as a large whole appeared from in the blue energy, the sight being filled with living trees and grass, both the shades of crimson rather than that of the supposed standard green leaves that was supposed to been green or brown. What appeared to be tendrils grabbed him and dragged him towards the hole as he struggled and tried to run away. The gloved fingers of the Courier tried to tear them away, only to have them move through the ethereal substance, with one final scream he heaved in another attempt. They refused to release him as he began to drag up dust with ever pull they did. He fell from the effort and exhaustion as they continued to drag him back, even more dragging him even farther towards the unearthly hole in reality. He felt as he was absorbed by it, pain flooded the entirety of his body as light was stolen from him, with only darkness remaining.