Disclaimer: I don't own Fallout.
All of this is based off a dream I had where my Courier in Fallout New Vegas was the "Daddy of Deathclaws". He is German so I write his dialogue differently to suit how I think a German accent is.
*I also forgot how tall the baby Deathclaws are so I may get the height comparison very wrong.
The 'friendship' tag is because of Hans' friendship with the Deathclaws. The 'tragedy' tag will explain itself later.
Caesar frowned upon realizing he didn't have a choice in the matter. He had to get the Courier on his side. Not just for the victory of the Legion but for the survival of the Legion. Usually, he would've just shrugged the Courier off like any other profligate but this was way too different to be 'usual'. From what he heard, the Courier was someone to be feared.
The Courier was said to have been shot in the head and lived. He was said to have taken out a great number of profligates as well. A whole base of Powder Gangers and the Fiends, small in comparison of what Caesar's own troops have accomplished but still impressive in a way. Though none of that made it certain that Caesar had to have him. Oh, no!
It was something different entirely. From what he had heard, the Courier had an army of Deathclaws. Real, live, Deathclaws.
He was told that the Courier actually rode one into battle like a horse. He was said to move with them like a herd or pack. He was said to have "tamed" them in a way. If this was true than Caesar had to have him by a leash before he became dangerous. From what he had heard, the NCR had tried to gain the Courier's favor.
It ended with the Courier being feared by the NCR. They did everything he wanted, whenever he wanted. Mainly out of fear of him burning down one of their camps, again. But, Caesar knew if it came down to it, they would fight him. He had to have the Courier. He just had to.
Caesar eyed the man in front of him. Dark, blown back hair with dark green eyes and a pair of thick eyeglasses.
He wore black under clothing with shining silver armor over it. The armor consisted of knee guards, a chest plate, shoulder guards, and a pair of shin guards. He also had a scar over his temple, oh yeah; this was the courier Caesar was after. He was also tall but slim with only a little bit of muscle. His skin was pale and his dark clothing only made him look paler. He also had scars.
A lot of scars.
All over his arms and a few on the side of neck and throat. Caesar swallowed and shifted in his chair. He saw a spark in the Courier's eyes suddenly. Bright and sudden. Then a small smile crossed the Courier's lips.
Vuples and Lucius were at Caesar's sides, ready to kill if need be. The Courier had his arms crossed over chest; his eyes looking the three over, his smile had gone. He and the Courier, Hans, had been talking for quite a while now. He was very interesting if a little arrogant and sassy.
"So, vat do you vant of me?" Hans finally asked, blowing a strand hair out of his face.
"I want you to serve my Legion." Caesar noticed the way Hans' face fell and he quickly added, "You will be reward greatly if you do."
Hans gave a small tilt of his head, "Rewarded greatly?"
"Yes. Anything you desire. Money. Power. Anything to satisfy you." Caesar expected the man to smirk but instead he gave a laugh.
"Oh! I can easily obtain all of zat by mein self!" He put a hand up to hide his smile, resting the elbow in his other hand.
"Well, isn't there anything you want that you can't get on your own?" Caesar asked.
"Hmm." Hans seemed to go deep into thought before his eyes widened and a small smirk crossed his features. "Vell, zhere is one zing. Zough, I doubt you can get it for me. I've been looking for one for ages." He said, a look of disappointment in his eyes.
"What is it?" Caesar leaned forward in his throne a little. If there was even the smallest chance that doing this would get the man to join him, he would jump at the opportunity.
"Never mind. It is nozing." Hans waved it off.
"Tell me." It was an order more than anything. Caesar needed to know.
"You vill laugh at vat I am about to say. I vant a cape." Hans said and Caesar was surprised more than anything. A cape. The man could have anything, and he wanted a cape.
"Why?" Caesar asked.
"Because I vant it. If you can get one for me, I vill forever be in your debt." He seemed so…sincere. Like he really, really wanted it.
Caesar found himself smiling, "I'll see what I can do."
Hans returned to the Fort a few days later, with a very noticeable limp. He dragged his left leg behind himself, though he showed little signs of any struggle to walk. If anything, the busted up leg was but a minor inconvenience to Hans. "Your favorite courier has returned!" He announced to Caesar and all the others in the tent.
"There you are. I have a gift for you." Caesar said and he nodded to Vuples. Vuples had a black box in his hands.
"Here you go." Vuples hand it to him, making Hans shift his weight to his uninjured leg.
"You shouldn't have!" He pressed a hand to his heart and let out an exaggerated gasp.
"Open it." Caesar commanded.
Hans opened the box and his eyes widened, his jaw slacked. He dropped the box and pulled out a midnight black cloth, his cape. He inspected it. It had a golden outline and a golden cord to tie it around his neck.
"It wasn't easy, but I managed to have it made." Caesar said and Hans nodded slowly.
It seemed like forever until he actually blinked. He inspected a small design on the left shoulder blade, a golden bull charging against a two-headed bear. "Zis is for me?"
"Yes."
"It is perfect." Hans let out a small chuckle, "It is amazing! It is everyzing I could have ever asked for!" He cheeks were red and he couldn't stop grinning.
"Will you work for me now?" Caesar asked. Hans looked up, his grin turned sinister and his eyes dark.
"Ja, mein Herr."
As far as Caesar was concerned, that was a yes.
Well, that was something. The next chapter will have more Daddy Deathclaw Hans. Review and tell me what you think. Constructive criticism is welcome.