The man trudged through the sand as dust bombarded his duster. Each foot sunk into the deep sand as he walked. Most would dread moving around in conditions like these, but the man was content. He'd walked through worse, much worse. It also didn't hurt to have a helmet sheltering his face from the elements. However, he had no clue where he was going, with each step the man's mood soured and his bottle of whiskey became lighter as he gulped it down. If you couldn't tell by now, Courier Six was having a bad day.

"Fucking NCR, ungrateful assholes" Six grumbled to himself as he kept walking through the dust storm. "Oh Courier! Thank you for saving our lives, heres a medal, now fuck off." He took another gulp of whiskey as he recalled past events. His steps became erratic as the countless bottles of alcohol he'd drank started to take effect, pausing to drop the now empty bottle into the sand before grabbing another and taking a gulp.

He sighed, once he'd finished all the NCR's dirty work in the Mohave they had simply thrown a medal at him and pushed him away, refusing to pay him anymore unless he became an NCR citizen. They wanted him directly under their control, and no one controls the Courier. However, now without work or direction, Six found himself without anything to do. The road he'd walked for the past year had finally ended, and frankly, he had know idea what the fuck he was supposed to do. So, ever the intelligent courier, Six decided "fuck roads, I'll just walk into the desert until some shit happens". Not a very intelligent thing to do in hindsight.

"Come on, you fucking shitty desert. Throw something at me!" He yelled, his anger now directed at the sandy ground below him. Now drunk passed the point of reason, the courier sunk to the ground and began punching the desert. "Finally given up huh?!" He laughed "Finally realized the couriers to tough to be beaten!" The courier continued his dilusional laughter before simply collapsing into he ground. "Fuck me..." Six slurred "So this is how the story ends huh? Heh, fucking typical. I shoulda known 0 luck was a bad thing" He thought back to when he awoke in Doc Mithcell's and saw his SPECIAL stats. He remebered being fairly pleased with the strange numbers, until he saw was luck said. "Zero, even the Doc seemed confused. Probably shoulda took that as a sign I was fucked." He thought back to what benny said before he shot him. "The game was rigged from the start". So true.

Six's head shot up as a strange sound played through his head. A few amber dots appeared on his HUD. "The hell? Whats someone doing out here? S'been awhile since I've been walking" The courier said as he stood up and began walking towards the dots. "Better actually be people, not some dog." Six climbed up a small sand dune, the storm seemed to calm as he reached the top, the dust settling to the ground or floating away as the wind calmed. This allowed him to see what his HUD had spotted. His hopeful look fell. He wished it was a dog.

In front of him was some sort of circular hovering craft. Its strange design puzzling the courier. The stangest thing though, would probably be the little green men surrounding the craft.

"The fucks this then?" The courier slurred, a bit louder than he probably should have. The strange creatures spotted him, and raised their weapons towards the man. Six looked down at his HUD, seeing that they were still marked as friendly. Well, the Pip-Boy was always right-

A blue lazer whizzed by his head as he clumzily dove to the side. Six looked back at his HUD, the dots now marked red. "Thanks for nothing you piece of shit!" He yelled at his Pip-Boy. Another lazer hit him in the arm, and he decided it would be a good idea to shoot back. Six whipped out his Ranger Sequoia and fired at the nearest invader, the .45-70 Gov't round obliterating the aliens head as green brain matter flew everywhere. The other two paused to look at their fallen comrade, but then quickly began to fire at Six again. However, in the time it took the two to pause, the courier had made it into melee range. The closest one only got off one shot into the courier's breastplate before a knife was shoved into his neck. "That's right fucker, die!" Six laughed as he watched the life fade from the strange creatures eyes. He turned to the last one, who, with his different apparel and weapon, Six placed to be the leader. The alien cowered in fear, trying to backpedal to his craft. Six didn't give him the chance as he fired Sequoia into the aliens chest.

The creature made some sort of squealing sound before falling into the sand. Six walked up to the squirming creature, chuckling darkly. "I'm gonna enjoy this" The aliens eyes widened as the Courier holstered his gun and brought out his fists, stepping on the things hand to prevent him getting his weapon. Before he threw the first punch, Six looked into the alien's eyes. "Just know, weird... thing. This is only slightly personal." He then began to beat it. Channeling all his anger from the past weak into his strikes. Everything NCR has done to him, what the wasteland did to him.

The thing was a dead, battered pulp long before the Courier finished

()

With his anger, for the most part, quelled. Six set up camp by the craft, planning to check it out after he waited for day to come. He had lost track of time as he brutally beat the alien. Six supposed he had a lot more pent up anger than he realized, either way, it felt good to finally get it out. Even if it was at another creatures expense. As for the thing's... well things, the Courier had left the strange rifles, stating they looked "gay", but had kept the weird energy cells and pistol. The few hits he had taken were either absored by his Elite Riot gear, or healed with a stimpack, which he had tons of. Not a surprise when all your savings go into meds and guns.

Six briefly considered trying to sleep, but he knew it was futile. Ever since his time at the Big Empty he simply never slept. Six accounted that to all the weird shit those crazy ass doctors put into him, like seriously, those guys were weird. Especially that "Dala" one, she had some problems. He opted to keep the mechanical things inside him, except for his brain, he forced that asshole back in. It was his after all. He also had a bunch of other implants in him, but he forgot which ones. He was very drunk when he got them, or at least he thought he was. Six was drunk a lot. He knew he had an optical implant in his right eye, but only because of his HUD. Unless everyone had that, he wasn't sure.

So Six waited. He stood unmoving for six hours, completely zoned out. The best way to describe it would be sleeping, but without the actual sleep. If you were to walk up to the courier and wave your hand in front of his face, he wouldn't react. He blinked as awareness returned to him. It was five in the morning, according to his Pip-Boy.

"Huh" said Six as he looked behind him. The craft was still hovering, emiting a low humming sound. "Holy shit, I wonder if I could fly this!" He exclaimed excitedly at the thought of soaring through the skies, flying with the birds, fighting aliens, bombing the NCR to shit. Yeah, that'd be fun. Six scrambled up onto the craft and ran to the cockpit. Luckily, it was already open. "These things should really learn to lock their doors, never know who's out there" Six laughed as he climbed in "Not that it would've stopped me." He chuckled and sat in the seat. Looking down at the controls, Six realized one crucial flaw in his amazing plan.

Space ships weren't Verti-birds.

Obviously, but the Courier was too awestruck at the thought of flying an alien spaceship to realize how stupid that was.

"Well... can't be too hard, Just start pressing buttons. One of 'em 'ought to make it fly." He thought intelligently. Looking down at the myriad of buttons on the control pad, he began scanning them. However, they were all marked with strange alien symbols. This would be a problem, because Six doubted there was an Alien to English text manual anywhere. Six was about to give up, when he spotted it. A big red button. He hand paused over it, and, for one of the first times in his life, Six thought his options through. "Ok, I've read enough comics to know big red button = bad... So the wise decision would be not to press it."

Six pressed the button.

Six felt the ship beneath him begin to vibrate. The glass of the cockpit started to rattle as the vibrations grew in strength, the humming was also increasing in volume and intensity. Six breifly considered jumping out of the craft, but decided he was fucked either way, and being fucked in a comfy chair was better then being fucked not in a comfy chair. As the vibrations and sound reached its peak, he braced for the worse.

He was surprised when everything stopped, the sound, and the vibrations. A few moments passed as nothing happened, Six let out a sigh of relief and slowly climbed out of the craft.

"Hah, knew it was a peice of junk." Almost immediately after he said that the engines burst to life and the ship shot off, with Six still on it. He was still on the surface of the ship, hanging on to the cockpit for dear life as the ship sped into the sky. "SHIIIIIIIIIIT" He yelled as the ship picked up speed. It only got worse when it began to glow. Six heard warning sounds from in the cockpit, and the glow was getting stronger, threatening to blind him. Six's grip on the cockpit finally slipped, the glow of the ship had turned into a bright light forcing him to squint his eyes. Even though he had let go of the ship he was still sailing fairly close to it, so when the ship suddenly entered a small rupture in reality, Six went with it. As he passed through the small opening the whiteness that consumed him turned into a bumch of bright colors. All shifting around him as he felt himself falling, the colors assaulted his vision, threatening to make him puke. he closed his eyes, clenching them shut and waiting for death. However, after a few moments of nothing, Six re-opened his eyes in confusion, and instead of a colory hell he was met with a lush green forest. He was so entranced, he didn't realize he was still up in the air... and falling. "Oh... shit" Six said as he noticed his rapid decent. With hope he'd land in the trees- nope it looks like his decent is taking him straight for some strange stone ruins. Six only had one thought as the distance between him and the stone momument decreased.

"I shouldn't have pushed the button!"

()

Yang and Blake were the first pair to reach the objective. They were looking at the chess pieces, wondering which one to take.

"Chess pieces?" Blake said hesitantly, obviously confused.

"Some of them are missing. Looks like we weren't the first ones here." Yang responded.

Before the two of them could choose one, they heard a scream. The two of them shot their gazed to the source, up in the sky.

"What was that?" Asked blake, trying to spot who was screaming.

"I dunno, sounds like some girl's in trouble" She looked to the sky as well. "Wait... is that.." A small black dot up in the sky, and it looked as if it was coming closer.

"I think that's a person!" Blake yelled, the dot was slowly growing larger and she could see it was a person falling.

Yang scratched her head "Are you sure? How can you tell?" She asked.

"It's... got arms... I think.." She answered still trying to make it out.

The object began racing towards them faster.

"Oh shit! That is a person! we gotta help them!" Yang yelled

However, before they could continue the person smahed through the wall behind the chest pieces and hit the ground with a metallic clang. The two girls stood stock still, with wide eyes. They could obviously see it was a person now, the strange clothes they wore were dirty. Suddenly, stranger coughed and lifted his head at the two girls.

"You guysss look fuckin' stupid"

()

"You guysss look fuckin' stupid" Six slurred as he slowly recovered from the fall. How he survived? He didn't know, he also didn't much care considering how drunk and concussed he was. Now ignoring, and most likely forgetting, the two strange girls in front of him, he slowly began picking himself up. A wet crunch resounding around the clearing as he tried to put weight on his legs. The two girls gasped and gagged, but Six only stared ahead dumbly. "Thatsss not good. Legs'er broken." He clumsily brought out a handful a stimpacks, dropping a few in the process, and stabbed them into his legs. Quieter, but still quite loudly, his legs snapped as the bones slowly reconnected and healed. "Ahhhhhh better."

"Oh my god what the hell." One of the girls, the blonde one, said as she gagged again. The other one was already puking her breakfast up.

"Wait... who the hell are you guys?" Asked Six as he finally realized their presence. "Ya know what? I don't care, I'm leaving." He stated, feeling a lot better now that his concussion was dealt with. He was still drunk, but that wasn't anything new.

The blonde one recovered first. "W-wait, you can't just leave! What the hell just happened- who are you?!" She yelled at him.

Six turned around and stared at her. She cowered away when she met his gaze. Maybe it was the glowing red eyes? People have said that was scary. Before he could say anything, he remembered what had just transpired. "Uhh... what is this place?"

"U-uh... what do you mean?" The black haired one managed out.

The courier paused as he observed his surroundings.

"This isn't Earth is it.."

"No?"

"..."

"I shouldn't have pressed the button."