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Rook115: The Courier in this story is the amalgamation of about half a dozen playthroughs and only one or two of them was a hardcore mode play through.

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"People always tell me about how if they get rich then all their problems will just magically disappear. Problem is they make more the more they make."

-The Courier when talking about problems.

By the time my laughing fit was over and done with my sides felt like I'd shoved Blood-Nap through them. I made my way through the house, making sure that I didn't accidentally break anything of sufficient value.

It was amazing to walk down a hall and for once their not to be a mine, shotgun or various other traps. The walls were even freshly painted, maybe Lyrah was rich.

When I made it to the front door I found myself have to hold back further laughter. The door itself was locked but less than five feet away from it was a nearly eight-foot-tall hole in the fucking wall. Smart enough to use weapons, not smart enough to use doors.

I made my way to the hole before peeking my head out the door. There was an Orc right outside in the middle of the stone-paved street, it was on his knee's and was pumping its hips forward at a rapid pace. As much as I wanted to blow its brains out I needed to be patient and play to my strengths.

A fire-axe, with a steel grey blade and a large rubber, coated handle. The Knock-Knock. I knelt down close to the ground and made my way to it.

I swung down as hard as I could, the blade piercing right through the skull of the beast. I swung again, and again, and again. I just kept swinging until the body just dropped. By the time I was done there were little features left discernable other than it had fucking massive eyes.

Beside the body lay a young woman. She had very long red hair, which was coated with numerous layers of dried semen. Her eyes were glossed over, she seemed dead to the outside world. I should've just left her, would've made my job a bit faster but instead, I slung her over my shoulders and carried her unconscious body back into Lyrah's house. Hopefully, she didn't mind the stains on the furniture.

I left once more and began my search yet again for the rest of the orcs. A fire axe in one hand and a rifle in the other. The night sky that lay overhead was empty, lamps that had lined the street were cold and lacked even embers. The only light in the entire town came from the burning wreckages of the town.

I moved through the streets and alleys with speed and stealth, not unlike that of a ghost. Any sound I made was drowned out by the despaired wails of those being violated by these beasts. Grunts and roars from the Orc tribe only helped to add to the sound.

Small parties still went on patrols, groups of two or three. They picked over the streets that lined the streets, taking weapons and valuables from both man and beast alike. They were clustered up, most likely to simply over appear more threatening but that made them easier pickings for me.

I returned T.M and K-K back to my inventory and drew one of my personal favourites.

The 12 gauge shotgun, Dinner Bell. I earnt this gun by proving my worth as a hunter to Red Lucy, along with the standard payment of caps and something else...

I shook my head, clearing my thoughts and made sure it was loaded. It had 8 shots, thank god I added that long tube to it. Lucy wasn't happy when she found out I had messed with her weapon but I managed to convince her it was okay by pointing out that a true 'Hunter' always adapted to what was best for the prey they hunted.

I watched as two groups met together, overall there was 5 of them. I felt a grin overtake my face as I grew excited at the fight that awaited.

I stepped out the shadows and made my way closer to them. One of them shifted his head and sniffed before looking right at me, the upper half of his skull was blown away and his body flopped back like a useless rag.

The rest of his allies lept to arms and charged. The closest was launched back as 12 gauge buckshot tore its way through his flesh and ripped apart his internal organs. His body slammed into one of his friends who caught the next shot right between the eyes and whose head exploded like a watermelon.

I was causing a right Bloody Mess.

The next charged right arm me, swinging horizontally with his big sword. I ducked down and twisted on my heel, spinning till his kneecap flew into sight. Then I fired. His leg below the knee was damn near separated, the only thing keeping it attached was a few strings of skin and muscle. He roared in agony, dropping his blade at gripping at his now ruined knee.

When I finished I stopped point black at the last of the group but unlike the others, he didn't attack. No, he stopped. He knew he was dead the second I appeared, I rewarded his acceptance with one shot straight through the heart, blasting a smoking crater through his chest and out his back. He slumped to his knees and dropped his blade. I was half tempted to take it, might be worth something.

The roaring of pain behind me grew louder and the headache from before was starting to surface. I turned slightly and took the final shot, blowing his brains all over the street.

The noise brought more of them, heavy footsteps thundered closer and closer to my position. They came from all directions, I was gonna be outnumbered soon enough. I was gonna have to kill my way through.

"Oh goody." I murmured, almost mutely as my hands developed into blurs and began loading shells into my shotgun. There were streets to the north, south and west. Gaps between houses were silent but I would get easily pinned in theirs.

Dozens upon dozens came from each side. Nearly 30 overall, nearly every single one looked the same with their big fat bodies and ugly grins. Deep laboured breaths came in mass from them.

One looked different though. He was less fat and more muscle, with big bulky arms and was taller than the others. If I had to guess maybe 7 and a half feet. He was covered in ornate furs and heavy steel armour that covered his feet, legs and chest. His head was completely uncovered with short black hair sprouting from the top and sides. Over his back was a large double headed battle axe which gave of a faint red glow.

So this was the leader.

"So," The beast began. "Who are you?" He asked.

"What?" Why the hell did he want to know?

"You don't like a guard, nor do you carry the symbols of the army." He pointed at the '6' painted on the side of my helmet. "You are numbered, so you must be part of a group." I bit back a laugh at that logic, technically I was part of a group, seeing as I worked for the Mojave Express.

"My name is Courier Six," I answered, I had to keep shifting my aims to keep some of the more battle-hungry Orcs from leaping at me.

"A courier?" The bastard laughed at me. His laughter inspired more of the Orcs to laugh at me. "You mean to tell me that a glorified messenger carries such weapons?" He managed to get out between laughs. I growled slightly before raising up my left arm and accessing my Pip-Boy.

Nope. Nope. Nope. Maybe. Nope. Nope. Ah, got yah.

I slung the dinner bell over my back and fed it into the holster, I had one of the larger weapons that were a part of my arsenal.

The CZ57-Avenger. A 5mm minigun with a 120 round drum magazine. I needed the raw lead storm to halt any movement. They stared in amazement as I drew foreign weapons out of thin air.

"So, you're here to kill me now I guess?" A few of them nodded their heads, even the big chief guy. "Well, in the words of many a great man. Bring it!" I smiled as they broke the line and charged.

A trio of barrels spun into life and soon bullets began spitting out almost endlessly in a massive arc. Their flesh was torn apart, bones were ripped and cracked, blood splattered. The recoil was gonna leave my arms sore for a while.

Roars of pain, screams of agony, a familiar whir of machines. It was just like usual. The world kept changing around me, the stone paths kept changing. Cracked roadways kept taking over.

Instead of Orcs there stood men, wearing old sports equipment used to recreate ancient armour.

Genuine joy flowed through my veins in that moment. Still, I restrained myself from letting any of it show at any point during the battle.

A legion raiding party had razed the town. They had slaughtered the men, butchered most of them like cattle and left the few survivors strung up on the makeshift crosses. They had taken the women, sold them into slavery after raping them and leaving them mentally broken. I had tracked them for four days before I finally caught up with them. When I showed up I had a 10mm Submachine gun and enough psycho to keep me awake. I laughed as their costumes did little to stop my fury.

But he charged through the hordes, through the bullets and through the corpses. His axe was in hand and was swung at my neck, I released my grip on the avenger and jumped back as it came dangerously close to me. My left hand shot down and gripped at Ranger whilst my right swung back and grabbed at the Dinner Bell.

And then he leapt through the bullets, through the blood and corpses of his brothers. His armour took the bullets head on and smashed through them. In his hand, he held a Machete, something I had a fair bit of up-close experience with.

I slammed into the ground and drew the R.S. Each shot caused dents in the heavy plating of his chest. The axe swung down heavily and smashed into the path and got lodged there.

I charged forward and drew Lucky. I fired six shots, only two managed to wound the man through a gap in his elbow plating and neck coating. Blood trickled down his throat and his right armed flopped uselessly.

The Dinner Bell was drawn next, One point blank 12 gauge shell later and the green behemoth flew off.

A sawn-off shotgun was shoved under the man's chin and I pulled the trigger. Both barrels violently emptied themselves into his skull and took off the front of his head.

Both of us scrambled to our feet, I was armed but he wasn't. Another 12 gauge round smashed into him, this time nearly severing his left arm off below the shoulder and yet it still kept coming for me. It's thick, muscular arm flew past my head as I dived right and fired again. This time the buckshot slamming into the back of his knee, causing it to buckle.

His body dropped to the ground dead, his men backed away as I stood there. Then I began walking forward laughing all the while, the battle had yet to finish.

I ran up behind him and drew my knife from its sheath along my back. Blood-Nap, a unique bowie knife from the Couriers Mile in the Divide. I gripped his hand and began stabbing and slashing at its throat until it stopped moving. It gasped and gurgled, desperately trying to shake loose but right now I was running on adrenaline.

Their blades were turned against them. When my guns ran dry I resorted to spears though I was a piss poor shot at them. When they went to engage me in melee their brothers' machetes were used to chop them apart limb from limb, brutality made up for my lack of capabilities.

When I was finally done I released it. Blood had poured down my front, staining my armour and jacket with its vile taint. I was gonna have to clean this with fire later.

I stood there covered in blood. I couldn't help but pause and take in the damage I had caused. Bodies were twisted, crushed, torn apart. I had committed a massacre against the people who prided themselves on their brutality. Eat your heart out Legion.

I looked around, staring at the piles and piles of flesh. It was all dead. I was safe, Lyrah and Alice were safe. There was no threat for miles around. I didn't need to find right now.

And as soon as I realised that I dropped to my knees. All the strength in my body was leaving as exhaustion caught up. Consciousness drifted away and soon darkness claimed my vision.

It had been a hard-fought battle, dozens of cuts and bullet wounds decorated my body but I stood there. Happy that I had done my duty and with the knowledge the town was avenged I was allowed to sleep.

So I hope you enjoyed the chapter, I am going to have started work on another chapter by the time this chapter goes up.

The whole italic sections flashbacks type things were too kind of illustrate the difference between how the Courier was compared to how he is now.