So yeah, something new. I was bored.
Chapter 1
"I was going to let them live. Hell, I was going to let them have the fucking Dam!"
-Courier Six, speaking to Sunny Smiles before the Second Battle of Hoover Dam
A few days prior to the events of the Second Battle of Hoover Dam
The Courier was bored. To the single most powerful figure in the Mojave Wasteland, that was a strange feeling. There were no fiend leaders to kill, no Caesar, (although that didn't stop the Legion hit-squads) no worryingly large packs of Deathclaws, no House, no nothing. As a man that had (probably) the single-most adventurous few months in the last century, having nothing to do was a dangerous oddity.
He started re-organizing his thoughts. This turned out to be a relatively difficult task due to the 9mm bullet that had been forcibly inserted into his skull courtesy of Benny, and the fact that all of his thoughts focused around doing something other than being bored. Entertaining oneself in the post-apocalyptic wasteland of the southwest United States could go a multitude of ways, but mostly concerned killing something.
After all, that's what he does best.
Behind the charming face and almost unnerving diplomatic skills, he was a killer at heart. He had to be. It's not like he had any choice. The sad thing is, though, is that looking back on what he'd done, he regretted none of it. From slaughtering the Powder Gangers, to letting Deputy Beagle die, to destroying the Securitron Army bunker, to letting one of the Bright Follower's rockets veer off course, he wouldn't change a thing.
So when bullets started flying through the windows and walls of his modest home near Goodsprings, which had grown immensely after he made it one of the more safer settlements in the wasteland. He had no qualms with killing his attackers, regardless of faction.
As his house slowly became Swiss Cheese, he had a few tricks up his sleeve. Beginning with maybe a few Stealth Boys, and ending with death. Lots of death.
He had felt the bullets entering the armor on his back before he heard the shots, as a massive amount of adrenaline entered his bloodstream courtesy of his Pip-Boy, allowing him to spring up from his bed and quickly take aim out one of the windows with one of the random weapons he seemingly produced out of nowhere. This weapon just happened to be Thump-Thump, which would normally be regarded as a bad choice for this situation, was actually not the worst thing he could've drawn out of his coat.
A 40mm grenade sailed through the window farthest from his bed, creating a resounding 'thump' as it detonated, killing three of his attackers. The next weapon he drew was Dinner Bell, which he used to shred two heavily-armored attackers who had taken a fancy to shooting up his wardrobe via the window on the opposing wall of his bedroom. (Perk: Shotgun Surgeon) It's a good thing he tended to carry everything on him.
He thought it was perhaps a blessing that he was paranoid. Anyways, he felt naked without his Desert Ranger Combat Armor, and enough weapons to supply a small country.
The plan was obviously to create a huge crossfire kill-zone within his house, which left most of the troopers outside preoccupied with firing as many bullets into his house too busy to notice a window mysteriously open and close.
As he watched the unmarked soldiers slowly become aware of the lack of return fire and explosives coming from the house, they ceased firing. The first squad to enter his home was unfortunate enough to go through the front door, which he had rigged various mines to. The cacophony of explosions was like an angelic chorus to him, leaving dead bodies riddled with shrapnel and piles of goo behind. The next group he watched from his perch farther back, using his binoculars from a ridge above Goodsprings.
They had decided to enter through the windows, leaving them subject to the various shotguns he had attached to near-invisible tripwires, blasting their legs off from various locations once they touched the ground.
The initial force of thirty people was down to around fifteen.
After losing fifteen men and realizing that the Courier was no longer in his house, they began to search the surrounding area.
The Courier had a bad habit about forgetting about the fact that other people tended to get wrapped up in his mess, and once he saw the soldiers heading towards inner Goodsprings, he smacked his forehead against the ground from his prone position.
He traded his binoculars in favor of his suppressed sniper rifle, using the scope to keep a watch on the soldiers. He watched two go into the saloon, and one come out the back. He could only assume that the one inside had gotten to Trudy as well as any patrons, and he saw the second approaching Sunny.
Sunny was somewhat oblivious to what was going on, as explosions and gunfire were common noises as the few remaining Powder Gangers still had small encampments near Goodsprings.
She was currently sitting against the back of the saloon, petting her dog Cheyenne. As the soldier approached she noticed Cheyenne stand up, lay her ears flat, and growl loudly. This was an obvious sign to Sunny, as she stood up quickly and sported her Marksman Carbine (Courtesy of the Courier and the Crimson Caravan Company). She faced the soldier, a muscle-bound man who looked to be mid-thirties.
"Hello, miss. Have you seen a man known as the Courier, or Courier Six?" He asked, politely.
Despite his polite and calm demeanor, she noted how casually he leveled his Riot Shotgun at her and Cheyenne. A lot of people had come through Goodsprings looking for the Courier, and none of it had been good.
Before she could answer, the man dropped to the ground, dead. A round had gone clean through his head, leaving a bloody mess. She looked to the direction that she assumed the bullet to have come from, and saw the small glint of a high-magnification scope. She gave a small wave, knowing who it was.
The Courier knew that it was possible for the other soldiers to see him once Sunny waved at him.
'Shit, scope glint!' He thought, frantically trying to switch to a weapon with a lower magnification scope. Needless to say, he did most of his sniping at night. It was too late, however, as one of the soldiers had seen the scope, and notified the others. It wasn't very long before sheets of lead were sailing mere inches above his head.
'Why are they trying to kill me?!' He thought, before realizing that more than half the people in the nearest few states wanted him dead, and that it was a stupid thought.
He popped a few quick shots off with his sniper, until a round shattered the scope, and nearly his head.
The weapon now rendered useless, he made a rash decision. He didn't have many weapons other than his sniper that were good in long-range combat, and most of them were stored in various safehouses across the wasteland. So, he used one of the many Stealth Boys he had to sneak away. Unfortunately, stealth fields do not protect against bullets. While he was trying to sneak down the small cliff, he was clipped or hit by multiple small rounds that the suppressing LMG was using. He was glad he had one of his best suits of armor on him.
That did not counteract his terrible luck, however. One bullet hit the back of his foot, piercing the combat boot and severing the tendon in the back of his right leg. This caused him to suddenly tumble down the small cliff, and ending in a puff of dust as he got to the bottom. It's a good thing he was invisible, as it ended up looking like a rather large gust of wind had knocked around the dust a bit. One soldier, however, noticed that there was no gust of wind, and went to investigate.
The soldier told the others to stop firing at the ridge as she approached where Courier Six lay. The others looked at her in confusion, but did what she said. She calmly walked towards where he lay, aiming her weapon at his supposedly prone figure. Meanwhile, the other soldiers had gone to search around the town, concluding that their compatriot was delusional. As she reached the prone Courier, she kicked him with her boot, just to see if she was correct.
She was.
"It's not nice to kick a man while he's down, you know." He responded.
She replied in kind by aiming her Assault Carbine nearly point blank at him, allowing him to grab the barrel and yank it from her grasp, shakily rising to his feet and swinging the weapon like a baseball bat. The stock collided with her head, giving her a severe concussion and knocking her out.
'One down, way too fucking many to go.' He thought.
He limped shakily towards the saloon, his Ranger Sequoia slipping from his holster into his hand.
As he pushed open the back door, he nearly ran into the back of a soldier who was guarding around six patrons, all of them huddled in the corner of the room while he stood guard with a Plasma Rifle. He half- turned towards Six as he stumbled through the door, making a moderate amount of noise.
Six was too fast even with his almost useless right leg, however, and had one of his cosmic knives (which didn't seem very threatening) at the man's throat, and his Ranger Sequoia pointed at his head (which did seem very threatening).
"Yo, Arnold? You okay over there?" Another soldier shouted.
"You're fine." Courier Six whispered, not needing to explain.
"I'm fine, Charles!" The soldier/hostage responded.
"Very good." Six whispered, and then pistol-whipped the man, knocking him to the ground. Six was barely able to catch him, and lay him to the ground gently. He added the rifle to his inventory, and told the patrons to stay where they were, which they complied.
He wasn't so clever with the hostages in the next room, opting to simply shoot their captor in the head with his Sequoia, which left a mess on the wall behind the man. He knew the sound wouldn't attract the soldiers in the town, so he took the man's Assault Carbine and fired out one of the windows randomly until the magazine ran dry. He soon heard shouts of confusion nearing him, and he took aim out one of the broken windows. The windows were in the front of the establishment, and the town had mainly expanded in the opposite direction, allowing the Courier a clear view of most of the town.
He took out his own Marksman Carbine and started shooting at the returning soldiers, his slow yet accurate firing only allowing him to only take two down before he was forced into cover by the bullets from the other responding combatants (Perk: Trigger Discipline). One thing that did confuse him, however, is that the other settlers in the town did not fire upon these soldiers. Well, Sunny was an exception. Nonetheless, he knew most of the town was armed to some degree. You had to be, regardless of where you were in the wasteland.
He exited once again through the back entrance, tieing up loose ends by putting a bullet through the head of the man that he had knocked unconscious earlier.
He wanted to finish this quickly. 'Quickly' usually meant his CZ-75 Avenger.
He put on his best suit of power armor, took as many damage-resisting drugs as he had, removed the addiction, fixed his leg, and then burst through the front door.
He didn't stop firing. He felt invincible as he slowly rotated, mowing down any enemies not behind cover. Any enemies behind cover quickly found themselves without cover, and bullets piercing their bodies.
He counted nine or so bodies by the end of his small rampage, and only ten to eleven bullets in him.
'High score for least amount of bullets, terrible score for bodies.' He thought to himself.
He chuckled. He began to actually laugh. His sides began to hurt from laughing, until he realized that those were probably the bullets. It reoccurred to him that he did, indeed have multiple bullet wounds and most likely a few punctured organs, and his Med-X had worn off. He locked his Pip-Boy down...
...And promptly fell face-first onto the ground.
Hey guys! Yeah, it's me again. (Without another chapter of OENTID, I may add, sadly.) I know this whole chapter was just a fight scene, and I'm sorry for not having a true beginning / exposition for my Courier. I hope to be getting another chapter of something out soon, although it may being another heinous fanfic I've dreamed up. Shit happens, amirite? Anyways, I hope everyone is happy and healthy, and hope to get something else out for you guys!
Courier's SPECIAL Stats
S: 6
P: 7
E: 6
C: 8
I: 7
A: 6
L: 4
I will make a full list of perks later, as he did do some SPECIAL training to get up to those stats. I hope to not make him completely overpowered, as that's no fun. (However I was modeling the stats after my playthrough.)
=)
-TBW