Alright, this is sort of a spin-off fanfiction from my story "emancipation proclaiming nation." The prequel says that the Lone Wanderer tried setting Clover free after his adventures in the wastelands were over. Obviously, the wastelands have some weird stuff going on so Clover eventually ended up getting abducted by aliens.

I think I might've gotten probed. Not that I don't mind getting probed. I've been probed before plenty of times. By multiple objects. Good times. What was I saying? Right, I got probed but not in the good way. If it were good I'd remember it, since I don't I have to assume I got probed in the worst possible way. Which means: Aliens.

My deepest darkest fear has always been the idea of being whisked away from my beloved betrothed. That fear has long been subsided ever since MY BETROTHED THREW ME AWAY LIKE A DAMN RAG DOLL!

Calm down Clover. Happy thoughts, that's right, happy thoughts... Hmm... Happy thoughts.

"Hey, you okay? You alright?"

"Who the hell are you?" And that's when I realized I can move my body again. I stand up but for some reason my chest feels unusually soar. Not the best place to get soar but I'll live. "Where is-" Aaaand my legs are soar too. Note to self: Standing up after probing makes the legs weak. I'm pretty sure I've told myself this before.

"Take it easy now, it's always a little woozy getting off the surgery table."

I look up and see a cute dark girl staring down at me. Did she buy my contract? I wouldn't mind, she's got a sexy voice.

"Bout time you woke up. I was starting to think they'd fried your brains or something."

Analyze the situation. I'm in a silver room with a cute dark girl staring down at me stripped naked. Wait, why am I naked? I should remember these things by now!

The girl's talking to me. "You got a headache right? Don't worry, that'll get better. I don't know if it'll matter, but it'll get better." I get up more slowly this time. The dizziness is already fading. I get a better look at her face. "They must really like you..." She looks at me like she feels sorry for me. Is that a good thing? I'm going to tell myself that's a good thing. "At least they let me keep my clothes. Looks like they stripped you of everything."

"I know I'm not dreaming." I tell her. I stand up and blatantly scan her from head to toe. "Because if I were, we'd both be stripped of everything..."

She smothers her head into her hand. "You have got to be kidding me. I'm trapped on a spaceship with a tart?"

I shrug. "It gets the bills paid."

We hear a metallic sound from a distance. "Shit," she says. "You hear that? Its coming again... get back against the wall now!"

We crouch to the side of the walls as the claw, thingy, grabs a person from the cell next to us and lifts him away. He shakes and cries as it takes him. Knowing the Lone Wanderer he'd either appreciate the ingenuity of that claw or piss his pants right about now. I never understood why virgins loved tech so much. Why do the two things always match up so well? Sure, he never said he was a virgin but I saw the way he had googly eyes for that vault tech girl. That bitch. He's mine you two faced backstabbing-

"I'm thinking maybe now you can understand it's a good idea to get the hell out of here."

Get out of where? Oh, right, from the spaceship. That we are on. "So how to we get of here?"

"Now you're talking."

Something something something. I couldn't stop mentally undressing her as she talked. Next thing I know she's punching me in the face. I need to stop nodding so much when other people talk.

I yell, "YOU WORTHLESS BITCH!" and start punching her in the head and ribs. She starts yelling something along the lines of you're overdoing it. I don't care, nobody hurts my pretty face and gets away with it.

Before I take it any further two oddly shaped people open up the plasma door. As soon as they do, the girl I was just beating up jumps up and tackles herself onto one of the aliens. The other alien runs up to me and starts shocking me with his electric stick. My God did it feel good. Before I could enjoy it any further, the girl runs up from behind and shocks the alien with the stick she stole from the other guy.

"It worked!" She yells.

I could hardly breathe. "Uh, yeah. It worked. Thanks uh... What was your name again?"

I'm trying to make the story a little weird. Clover was one of the more "obscene" characters that followed the Lone Wanderer, would her thoughts have really been any different?