To Kill the Symbol of Peace
Chapter 1: Multiverse Travel
Aim. Shoot. Repeat.
Even now I still find myself repeating this well in combat. Simple instructions in firing a gun properly which is more than I could say for your average raider. Seriously, there was one time a raider got in close with a shotgun but, somehow, still manage to miss me with it. A really fun experience if I had remembered to laugh. Instead, I made him pay dearly for charging out of cover towards me and by that I mean I blew his brains out onto the rest of his friends.
Killing never was pleasant work but it was necessary. Most problems inside the Capital Wasteland were solved with bullets and knives. One of the first lesson I took to heart after leaving Vault 101 and a lesson I hold true now more than ever after a year out here. For these 'Mutants', it seemed they forgot to follow this lesson properly.
I'm using the word 'Mutant' lightly here since these two still look human just with some quirks about them. For starters, the one whose legs I blew off with a grenade, had rock arms that he had used as a shield of sorts. The other guy, whose brain matter was now covering the cavern's walls, had the eyes of a bloatfly and had noticed me hidden in the darkness first. So, of course, he was the first to be put down by my Xuanlong.
Once again I was clearing the Mutant population of Vault 87. The mission was given to me by Elder Lyons after a message came down from Little Lamplight that said that the 'Monsters' had returned. Troubling news since the Pride and I lead an operation to destroy the Mutant factory months ago. We were sure it was some last-ditch effort by a group of Super Mutants to secure their production line of new 'Brothers'. Therefore, Sarah sent me alone to clear the place out, again.
I didn't hold anything against her for sending me alone to complete the mission. The "Lone Wanderer" already knows how to handle himself on solo ops. Plus with the Pride occupied in Downtown DC and Sarah having new responsibilities as Elder. To expect backup would've been asking for too much.
If anything, a solo mission against Super Mutants sounded pleasant. Never once got a bad taste in my mouth when killing them. Even Enclave at times got me second guessing. Mutants though? They need to be put down, plain and simple. And on the plus side, with Mutants being tuff as a nuclear-powered nail, I had an excuse to use some of my better/fun gear. Not that I really needed one, of course, but it's the effort to try and save important stuff that counts.
With Xuanlong aimed forwards, I continued on towards the Vault. Pure white T-51b Winterized Power Armor clanking with every step I took. Though I prefer the more silent approach being able to basically operate as a tank had its advantages well fighting Super Mutants. And with bullets being loud and such, going in guns a blazing was the more technical choice give my current situation.
New targets appeared sooner than expected. Three mutants that had the same human appearance as the two I killed earlier. The first to come charging at me was some guy with spears pointing out of his arms, both of which were extending outwards towards me.
"Time to die," The 'Spear Mutant' went on laughing as he made contact with the armor. To his surprise, the metal extending from his arm bounced right off.
It took but a second for me to close the distance and aim Xuanlong upwards under the Mutant's chin. I started yelling internally as blood splattered all over my visor. Forcing me to wipe it off and leaving me at a clear disadvantage. To my surprise, the other Mutants didn't push their attack. Instead, they just stood there with their eyes wide open as their faces turned white. The now disfigured and bloody mush face off their comrade lying there before them.
Not one to let a clear opportunity pass on by I opened fire on the two. Killing them before they even revealed their 'quirks' that the other Mutants had shown. Not that I cared to see what they had on offer. I was sent here to search and destroy. Not marvel over some the after effects of FEV. Though, I did have questions on how this was achieved it did not matter. Eliminating the threat and making sure I didn't come back for a fourth time over did.
Continuing on, the walls of the carven soon turned to rusted metal. The Vault wasn't that far off now and with it, I prepared myself to take full advantage of the claustrophobic environment ahead. Slinging Xuanlong behind my back, I gripped another weapon, one that had its handle on top the gun itself and a dial next to it.
Their voices became louder as the walls began closing in. When I finally entered the Vault shadows of human figures charge towards me. They had little to no cover as Vengeance's four barrels began to spin, and with it, the sight of body parts being severed by lasers obstructed my vision.
The Mutants either ran away or were too slow and suffered for it by losing an arm and a leg. Maybe not exactly both but it didn't matter because they died soon thereafter. Some tried fighting, one by spitting what I can only presume is acid as the floor next to me started sizzling before I focused in on him and vaporized his chest. And another used her abnormally long fingers to try and cut me in two. The environment alone made a quick spot to that along with a few lasers through her heart.
It became more and more apparent that these 'Mutants' were the pinnacle of amateurs when it came to battle. Finding cover was almost actively avoided. Retreat and blind charges, on the other hand, were encouraged. I almost felt bad for cutting them down in droves. I want to say about ten or so were dead now thanks to me, but by I knew they'll kill me all the same if given the chance. So I continued on, denying them any chance to properly fight back and take my life in turn.
More question about this group of Mutants came to fruition after I killed off what I was sure the seventieth guy. By all accounts, he looked like a normal human and was sure as hell acting like one when Vengeance was pointed his way. His defense to this, however, was most certainly not human.
Ice came from his mouth as he blew a breath towards me. Almost immediately I could feel the joints on my armor freezing over. It was speed alone that I was able to pull the trigger and kill the man before any serious harm came my way.
Ice breathing Mutants? A serious question for whether or not this was FEV doing popped into my head. I've done my reaction and have heard of plenty of variation from your average mindless Super Mutant. From some guy called the 'Master' who could control minds and, closer to home, the Capital Wasteland's resident tree man Harold. Ice powers though were never one of them.
I'll have to look into it later, but for right now my attention had to stay on the mission. They were still a threat that had to be dealt with, plain and simple. And I for one wasn't going to slow down until this threat has been eliminated.
Reaching an all too familiar maintenance hall the door directly across from me remain close as the one to my right open up. Aiming Vengeance towards this instinctively, the massive increase in heat force whoever was there to back up and prompted me to move closer. It was through this that my vision turned white and my ears began to ring.
Basic nature told me to retreat until the effects, of what I presume was a grenade, were off. However, my opponent was quicker. My entire body felt like it was caught in a Tesla coil within an instance after what sounded like a laser pistol went off. I couldn't get any response from the Power Armor that encased me. Meaning I was currently no better than a stone statue.
"Could've done that earlier!" I heard a voice from the next room over and from there two figures appeared.
The first was a man dress only in his underwear. His expose body glowing yellow from his bald head down. As his approach, I could swear that the Geiger counter on my Pip-Boy was doing circles. Out of wishing to keep my sanity I ignored both and brought my attention to the other man present. Who, was more appropriately dressed for the atomic wasteland that was our earth.
"Sorry," The man, who I'm assuming is the leader here, shrugged. His nonchalant attitude going unnoticed by the yellow man next to him.
"I want triple the original pay for this job. And," He turned away, from the man who I can now officially call their leader, towards me. "I want to personal kill this good for nothing son of a bitch!"
His threat did nothing to me. Whatever meaning those words had lost as I could feel my fingers start moving again. It wasn't much but if his expression was any indication he was going to take his time towards completing the deed. And time was all I needed.
However, something else occurred before any torture went down. The leader pulled out the largest, and fanciest, revolver I ever damn hell seen and pointed it at the yellow guy's skull. What I guess was blood went everywhere. Covering my visor and the leader's glasses in a greenish liquid. Which he then proceeded to clean well holstering the black revolver.
"I doubt that," With his glasses now clean and his weapon safely hidden behind that greenish duster of his, the man with a bright smile that could scare a child into submission faced me. "This is good news for you, however! Cause now I need a new employee!"
The Power Armor than finally followed my commands once again. Proof of which was shown by my fist connecting with a certain rectangle shaped head. I sent the guy flying backward but it would seem he was tougher and more agility than I originally thought. Doing some weird backflip and landing perfectly on his feet. No worse for wear.
"As much as I would love to have a dick fighting competition with you!" As he went on I reach down for Vengeance, which had fallen from my grasp during the little ambush. "My previous employee there is going to explode with a force that'll rival three mini-nukes! So..."
I finally opened fire on the talkative bastard only to see him gone and laser piercing through rusted metal walls. That's when I felt a hand grabbing my shoulder. It was also then that I noticed the Pip-Boy on his arm and in a flash I released what had happened.
"We best leave."
Everything then went bright white and for a second I thought I was leaving Vault 101 once more.
Color finally came back to me after a few seconds, and I quickly discovered that the world around me had changed. No longer was I in the deep underground graveyard of Vault 87, now there was a beach littered with garbage and my opponent standing in front of me on what I assume was a pier. Then I felt gravity take hold of me and with it brought water. The last thing I saw before being put under being that damn man watching me in anticipation.
I knew I had to act quickly. Power Armor and deep bodies of water don't really go together well for the Power Armor's occupant and usually ended in drowning. I could already feel the little holes in the armor begin following with water and in a matter of minutes, the entire suit will be completely submerged. Luckily, though, the suit was acting to all of my commands now meaning it wasn't hard to get it to open up and let me out. Now came the hard part.
As my Power Armor floated to the water's floor, I began thinking about the situation forced onto me. For starters I've got a crazed jackass waiting for me above the water's surface, either padding himself on the back or, and the more likely option, waiting for me to finally pass this trial.
He mentioned that he wanted a new employee and made no secret of who he was referring towards for the position. Frankly, this has to be the rudest way anyone has hired me but I'm sadly used to my employers being assholes. This didn't mean I was going to follow through with whatever this guy wants, but it does mean I should be relatively safe.
With my lungs calling for air. I swam up towards the water's surface following the moon's light and took a much-needed breath of air before focusing in on the world around me. The guy was still there looking down at me from the pier which seemed to be in pristine condition for what should be the aftermath of an atomic blast. The beach ahead of me looked appropriate, covered in garbage and leftover scrap, but then I saw past it and found a sea of lights and buildings still intact.
"It's not the best view of the city but for someone in your position I, for one, say it gets the point across quite well," I took note of the guy's pity smile as he yelled over to me, anger flowing through me instead of relief of not being met with a hell storm of bullets. "Come ashore and you and I can get down to business."
Not left with much else of a choice, I came ashore a lot cleaner and annoyed than I thought I would be today. Clearly by the signs of skyscrapers that actually remain skyscrapers with working lighting said enough of the fact that I was no longer in DC. It wouldn't be the first time I left the Captial Wasteland but neither the Pitt, Point Lookout or those damn Aliens provided something like that. So whether I like it or not, I'll have to listen to the bastard who brought me here if I wanted any answers.
Thinking of who, the guy sat all nice and comfy next to a campfire, offering me a seat just across from him. Again, not much in terms of other options, I did what the guy wanted. Standing across from him over the fire I notice three weapons in particular lead out around the guy. One was the black revolver from earlier, another was a knife stained with blood and the last being some kinda energy weapon that I haven't seen before.
"A sign of good faith, if you will," He motions towards the collection of weapons. "Now the question is if you'll do the same?"
After he finished, I reached down and gripped my own revolver, Blackhawk, and aimed it towards the guy.
"I'm no fool. Put it all out."
I swore I heard the man giggle once I finished speaking. But regardless, he complied. Raising the one hand with the Pip-Boy as he used the other to reach into his duster for more goodies. Lying out a smaller version of an M1911 pistol with markings on the barrel, a couple of grenades and knives, and a shotgun with a drum magazine.
Satisfied, I did the same. Sitting down and placing Blackhawk in the sand next to me reminding myself to clean it afterward. Then I reached behind me for two weapons. The first of which was a trench knife and the second a sword pulsating with electricity. Finally, opening the holster strapped to my side, "Ultra' SMG was put in the now large pile of weapons on this beach. Xuanlong and Vengeance went down with the Power Armor. Adding to the already growing headache this man has given me as I know it'll be a pain retrieving them later.
However, I didn't have clue as to what's happening or has happened besides that this guy's at the center of it. And seeing that he was willing to talk allowed me the opportunity to get some answers. Usually, I'd have to beat information out of people so, for now, this seemed a better course of action.
"With that out of the way! The names Six, and you..."
"Wanderer." I interrupted the guy.
It doesn't take a genius to release that "Six" isn't his name. So, I wasn't about to give him mine if he wasn't.
"Six" then cracked his neck, keeping what was clearly a forced smile before continuing.
"Well "Wanderer". As you saw from the lights that way," He emphasized by pointing towards further inland. "You ain't in DC no more."
If I could show it, "Six" would've born witness to the most unamused face I could express. Of course, if Sarah's words were any hint, that was my usual expression.
"But since I'm a kind person, I'll bring you back as long as you do as I say," He then shrugged, hands moving up and down, as he knew how this game will go down. I had one question to ask him before we got too far into details.
"And why's that?"
After I asked, the biggest shit eating grin I'm sure this guy could muster appeared on his face.
"Because you're in another universe."
Izzycity12: For those wondering, yes. Chapter one got an update and this is not a new chapter. When I was writing the second chapter, it made sense to take what I wrote and put it in the first chapter. Flows better and all that.
Rules are still the same, if it's not in the anime yet then it won't be a part of this story, or in other words. The manga of My Hero Academia won't be looked at here. And that this is still a side project, therefore there won't be a schedule for new chapters.
Anyhow, I hope you've enjoyed.
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