-Author's Note—
HAPPY 2015! Hope you guys had a kick ass break! Now that school is back, this might be the last chapter I post for a little while, but I don't know, I might catch a break! Enjoy you salty sea dogs!
-Capitol Wasteland/ Landing deck/ Megaton/12:46p.m—
Sarah stepped out of the Vertibird carefully as to not trip on the edge of the door, and Six carefully followed in suit. Lucas Simms and Amata were standing at the edge of the platform looking at the fully armored man that had stepped out. He was BIG. At least 7'4, and easily 320lbs.
Amata was skeptical and rather uneasy by the armored man. He was covered head to toe in elite riot gear, and experimental type she had never before seen or even heard of. He walked over to her and stuck his hand out to shake her hand. She grabbed his hand and shook it lightly. 'He has quite a grip' He next walked over to Lucas and repeated the action calmly. He then backed up and let Sarah come to the front. Amata scowled slightly.
"I need to show you guys something. Lets go to the council office." Lucas and Amata showed a sign of confusion but followed her anyway, letting her lead them to the office.
As they walked, Six was quietly walking behind, carefully watching his surroundings. The scrap metal building around him surprised him. He had seen Hell's Motel back at the Mojave, but this many buildings, enough to make a community? It awed him. He took in the many names written on the sides. Moriarty's Saloon, Crater side supply, Church of Atom. He soon regained focus and followed the others in to small building at the top of the crater.
They filed in one by one gathering within the main chamber of the room. Six spotted a circular table with chairs all around it he chose to stand though. The moment the door clicked closed. Sarah spoke. "Take off your helmet, Six."
He side glanced at her before pulling the release latches on his helmet. He slipped his helmet off and watched as both Lucas and Amata gasped. They stared at him wide-eyed in awe, and fear. The rugged man who stood before them, assumed dead somewhere in the deepest hells of the waste where he belonged, but here he was before them. He glanced between the man and woman before he spoke.
(Play warriors by imagine dragons)
"I know you two, I don't know where from, but I do." His head spun to the door as a man charged through. He stopped and stared at Six. "Wanderer…" Lucas grabbed Stockholm by the shoulder plate and pulled him in the room. "Damn it boy! What the hell do you want?" He still stared at Six. "Scouts have spotted a large group of unknown troops approaching." Six instantly narrowed his eyes. "Legion, I'll be back."
"You can't! There is easily over a hundred of them." Six turned to him and smiled, slipping on his helmet; his heavily modulated voice came from the helmet. "Watch me."
He walked out swiftly, boots pounding dust into the air as he marched roughly through the small city. He shouldered his G3 assault rifle, and soon he was at the outer gate. He could hear the Megaton security running to catch up and help. He wouldn't need it. He stepped forward as about 100 legionaries ran around the corner. He sprinted towards the group and fired dropping a few of them right away. He dove to cover as bullets peppered the rock he was behind and the gate where guards were waiting to help. He pulled out a Fat Mine from the back clip on his pants. He twisted the top of the warhead and pushed it down causing a loud beeping. He threw it behind him and it landed in front of the large group. The explosion rocked the entire area. Over half had died in the explosion.
Sarah, Lucas, and Amata stood at the mass overlook and watched the fight with anticipation. This was going to be good.
He ran at the first 3 and dived in between two grabbing their heads and pulled them together causing them to crash together, a sickening crack sounded as their skulls collapsed under the pressure. He grabbed the middle one's throat and squeezed tightly, using his massive strength to break the legionaries' neck in one swift motion. He rolled to the side dodging a spear. He leapt up and grabbed one about to pierce his shoulder. He spun it skillfully around and smiled at their anger. "How about this, no guns, just me and you and our blades?" The legionaries looked back and fourth before throwing their guns on the ground and each pulling out various knives and spears and other blades. David smiled widely at their decision. He pulled out his katana and skillfully spun it around, threw it up in the air and caught it. He charged his enemies and swung only to be met with a block.
He knew this fight would not work if they all charged him, he needed a push. He used his strength to push back the legionary. He pulled out a vile of the drug known as tremble and downed the entire thing. Soon his eyes became glossy, his heart began to beat faster, and his veins became much more pronounced. He charged again, with much more power, this had caught the poor legionary off guard and caused the Machete Gladius to fall from his grasp. David stabbed the blade clean through the man and pulled it out, quickly using it to cut the man in half. He kicked the man's now free upper torso off and into the comrade behind him. He summer salted over the half man and brought the sword down into the collarbone of man now scream and holding the upper body of his former brother in arms. He pulled it out and thrust the katana behind him without looking and stabbed a charging legion scout. He flipped him over in front of him and pulled out the katana. He turned quickly to see four soldiers charging him, he ducked quickly and swung outward, the sword cut them down quickly. He was now surrounded, completely. He smiled and put the katana back in it's sheath. He leaned down and picked up a thrown spear and twirled it before grasping it firmly. He threw his figure forward, taking the head of the spear through the roof of a legion's mouth. It pushed through, before he quickly yanked it out and did a similar motion to another, this time in the stomach.
Crimson splashed him; he was soaked in blood, scraps of entrails and skin. The viewers at the overlook cringed at the sight of him, he was quite menacing.
He spun the spear around cutting a few legionaries throats before retracting it back into his grasp. He threw the spear with much power, sending it through the mouth of one legionary, and clean through the torso of the one behind him. There was thirteen left, he wanted this to be flawless, no longer surrounded, he had the upper hand.
He smirked widely and pulled his katana from its sheath. He darted forward swinging the blade with grace as he passed twelve of the thirteen legions. Soon, they fell apart, body parts falling off of them and crumbling to the ground. He sheathed his katana and approached the final legionary, a centurion. He pulled an 1860 colt new model army from his belt and aimed it at the man. He looked wildly back and forth for a weapon. He eyed a dagger one of the scouts before leaping for it. All centurions were required to commit suicide if caught in battle. David fired a round into the man's leg making him cry out in pain. Efisio Livio, (the legionary) held his leg, crying out in pain. He looked up to see the masked Courier towering above him. A glint appeared in his visor and could have sworn he heard a soft chuckle escape his lips. He raised his boot over high over Efisio's head and brought it down with a force strong enough to cause his head to explode. Good thing he was wearing a helmet. And with that, his world went black.
(If you are a fast reader, the song should end here.)
-Capitol Wasteland/ Jailhouse/ 4:31p.m—
Efisio's eyes slowly fluttered open. He want to rubs his eyes only to find his hands had been secured behind his back. A single overhead lamp dimly lit the immediate area in front of him. He squinted at the dark, not being able to see anything. Soon the Courier walked into view standing tall in front of him. Efisio roared and jostled in his chair, but his leg made him cry out. Six stared at the man with silent, solemn eyes. Soon Six spoke.
"Why is the legion here in the Capitol Wasteland?"
He sneered at the Courier before spitting at his feet. Six was quite for a moment before striking him hard in the jaw. "I'll ask again, why is the legion in the Capitol Wasteland?"
He looked away, lips still sealed. David sighed; this was going to be a long interrogation.
-Capitol Wasteland/ Moriarty's Saloon/ 9:02p.m—
By now, the whole city had heard of the previous thought dead man's return. They knew he was interrogating the red armored solider. And the fact that they have been hearing horrific screams come from the jailhouse had confirmed this for them. Soon it went quite, Lucas, Sarah, Amata, Gob, Billy Creel, and Nova were in a deep conversation. Apparently Stockholm had blabbed after he left earlier.
"Why would he come back after all this time though? Much less as the King of Vegas." Gob asked with curiosity. Sarah opened her mouth before a very loud gunshot rang out. Instantly the whole room was silent. They stayed that way, until the door to the saloon swung open to reveal a very large man, covered head to toe in blood. Six trudged forward, standing over the group.
"The legion is trying to conquer a new land to make up for the loss of New Vegas. We need to head back to the Citadel at day break." Six spoke in his deeply modified voice from his helmet. He removed it to reveal his heavily scared face. Everyone in the bar stared at him, petrified in fear. Most thoughts that came to their minds were along the lines of; 'Holy Fuck, He is alive!' or 'Jesus he got bigger.' He popped his neck and walked over to Gob. "Bar keep, I want your finest bottle of vodka." Gob didn't even take longer than a second before the bottle was on the counter in front of Six. He pulled the top off and chugged the entire thing in a matter of seconds. He pulled out a pouch and set it on the counter. Gob's eyes widened significantly.
"Holy Crap! This is too much!" He had set down 500 caps. "It's a tip for you." Moriarty stepped in the room and glared at Six.
"Aye, I thought you were dead, guess the rumors are true. Anyhow, I'll be taking that." He greedily reached for the caps. Six spoke up. "30 are for the drink, the rest of this is for the bar keep." The Irishman scowled. "My bar, my money you prick." Six shrugged. Moriarty grabbed the caps and put them into the register. He turned around in shock to see Six giving him a VERY large bag of caps. "This is for you, no drink, all for you my good man." David smiled warmly at Gob, whom was speechless. "I—I don't know what to say. T-Thank you so much!" The Irish man bristled with rage. "Listen here you punk! He and Nova are my slaves; I'm NOT allowing you to let them buy themselves away from me. Ya hear?!" David stared at the man. He reached into his bag and pulled out another large bag. "Who here goes by the name of Nova?" Nova slowly raised her hand. He tossed her the bag of caps. She caught it with trembling arms. "OH MY GOD! THANK YOU!" She screamed and hugged him tightly. He didn't return the hug, but soon he turned to face a red faced Moriarty.
"BY CEASER'S GHOST, I'll KILL YOU!" He soon went for his gun, but David was faster and drew his first. One shot rung through the Saloon, and the former owner, laid dead, blood pouring from a hole in his head. "Ceaser is dead, and now you are too." He slipped his helmet back on and looked at Sarah. "We leave at day break." Soon, he had left the bar.
All was silent till Gob spoke up. "Holy shit, he scares the fuck outta me."
-Author's Note—
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