Opening my eyes, gasping, I look around frantically. My surroundings are different, yet look just as familiar. The dusty red carpet, old decor walls, pristine conditioned wardrobe and furniture. I was in my king sized bed. But I never had one of this size. This was not my room, this was not my apartment, yet I recognized it all the same. This was the main bedroom of the presidential suite of the Lucky 38 Casino.
Uncovering my arms, I see my hands, skin tanned, very scared over and leathery like a war veteran from the middle east. These were not my hands, yet I sorely moved them all the same. Then I realized my senses, rather my now greatly enhanced senses. I could see the smallest details; the tiny pores in my skin to the layered calluses in my hands. Now I was easily distinguishing the combat wounds from the surgical scars, god those ones had screaming memories. And each one on my body had a painful, yet hardening memory of who I am, or now is.
"I'm a Survivor." I muttered, baffled at being alive.
Simply calling myself a survivor is putting it lightly. It is more of a damn medical miracle that I am alive, let alone still functioning. I have had my limbs and bones broken over a hundred times. Been riddled with bullets, ranging to calibers of all sizes. Endured fully rotted body from extreme radiation poisoning multiple times. Skin melted off and flesh charred from laser and plasma fire.
I've taken an entire arsenal worth of shrapnel from large artillery to hand-held grenades. Every organ in my body has at one point ruptured and gained an infection every time. Nearly died countless times to venomous stings, been exposed to toxic chemicals, and inhaled poisonous gas. To top it all off, I survived a 9MM bullet to the head, which said bullet fragmented and severed my spinal cord.
Whether good or bad, my luck for surviving and refusing to die seemed to always win, no matter the odds.
"I'm a Cyborg?"
And yet from what I now have reasoned upon my new, yet hazy memories, I have transcended beyond human limitations. Bypassing physical, mental, and genetic limitations through playing god with my own body. If anything, I am a superhuman, genetically manipulated, highly augmented one at that.
"No way, am I Courier Six?"
I'm having trouble believing such a thing. I mean, what are the odds? Are there any odds for this kind of thing? No, it is completely illogical! Self insert a person into a video game character only happens to those stupid fanfiction my younger brother reads! Besides, shouldn't I have had some memories-
"Oh God."
Those memories hit me like a two story building nosedive off into concrete. All the things I've done, the choices the Courier has- No. I have made now bear the real consequences in my head. This had to be a dream, my logic dictates that as the most obvious outcome. Yet the memories burned and mixed moral choices bleed my mind and vision gray.
"I am Courier Six. Fuck."
Uncovering myself from a few blankets, reveals more of my heavy scared, surgically altered body. None of the scars looked too recent, all looking fully healed in a mangled fashion. Finding a full body mirror, I see my new self in all its glory. My face is much more different. I'm older, old enough to have graying ends in my longer hair and shorten full beard. I look well trimmed for being a wastelander, at least I think so.
As for my face, it seems I am mainly Mediterranean ancestry? I think I am leaning more to more Italian, yet not roman. Huh, well, I'm betting my tanned skin isn't just from being under the Mojave sun. I think I have some characteristics from people in the middle east, or something like that. I'm not too savvy on these ethnic terms, but I swear I've seen this face before, way before ever becoming Courier Six.
I know that this isn't my Courier Six, or any of my playthroughs. I had alway gone with the generic white guy in the creation of my face. I know, I'm lazy. But dang I look hella a lot better then what was in the in game engine.
"I wonder… Wait, hold on!"
Checking my left arm again, I realized that I didn't have the pip-boy! Looking around the room, I didn't see that wrist computer anywhere. Looking around I find PimpBoy 3 Billion on one of the wooden dressers by a jewelry box. But it is encased in a glass display box, with a name display saying; 'Not even a billion can compare to you.'
"Huh, why do I have such strong feelings about this thing?" It is strange, I have vague memories of my accomplishments, yet the details evade me or are blurred. Yet, here I am, feeling… Love? No more like… Compassion? All from seeing this diamond engraved and golden computer? Stange. Looking back at my left arm, I notice something.
Two wide steel thin ornate ring bands that have little holes pulsing an orange glow. Both were on my left arm, one embedded into the skin of my wrist and the other was at the inner end of my forearm, near my elbow. Thinking for a moment, I raise and position my arm as I would in game.
Boom, Jackpot! The bands light up and a holographic PipBoy appears, glowing orangish yellow with a transparent hue with a black screen forming in my vision. Seeing the first screen in STATS, I see some really outstanding stats.
Level: 237
HP: 1658
AP: 1311
XP: 9,999,999,800-
Name - Courier Six
Of course, the Experience Points are cut off, just like in game. And my name is just Courier Six? Nothing original? Well, that will be easier on my part. Wait, WHAT!
"When could you ever get to Level 237! Holy shit! Over a thousand Heath Points! Action Points too?! God damn, if this world works just like the game, I'm a damn juggernaut of the apocalypse!" I mumble loudly, shocked, almost giddy with how powerful I might actually be.
Strength: 13
Perception: 13
Endurance: 13
Charisma: 11
Intelligence: 15
Agility: 15+
Luck: 16
My S.P.E.C.I.A.L are maxed beyond 10?! How the hell is that possible? 16 Luck? Does this mean I always get criticals? And my Intelligence and Agility at 15? Damn, I must be the smartest and fastest in the west. I switch over to the Items Section, I find more things to grin about.
Wg: Infinite
HP: 1658
DR: 8~
DT: 30~
CAPS: 10,000,000
"Ten Million Caps… I could buy over a hundred Bozars with this many caps. And how do I have 30 Damage Threshold? I'm only in my underwear. Speaking of which…" Scrolling down the list, I see multiple sets of armor.
Armored Robes
Armored Hood
Elite Panzer Trooper Armor
Elite Panzer Trooper Helmet
Elite Riot Gear Armor
Elite Riot Gear Helmet
Mojave Manhunter Armor
Mojave Manhunter Hat
Mojave Manhunter Mask
Nanosuit Armor
Nanosuit Helmet
Since I have the Elite Riot Gear, that must mean that I have already done the Lonesome Road quest. From what I can recall, I convinced Ulysses to not fire the Nukes. Great, I'm a good krma courier with a way with words. Anyhow. I have the other four outfits. I know that the Mojave Manhunter is a mod from Fallout 4, so are the rest of the armors here. Equipping the Elite Panzer Trooper Armor, I deactivate the Holo-PipBoy. My vision lights up, a visor activating showing stats and conditions of my armor.
"Wow, this armor adds a hell of a lot of protection." Looking in the mirror, I see that the armor is an adaptation of the Kerberos Panzer Police armor, except heavy green armor plating and brown ballistic weaved layered padded bodysuit. The gas mask is much more different. The mask hooked up to a breathing tube splitting off to a multi-hazard filter and the other ready to pump me with multiple combat drugs. On my back is a heavy container of ammunition with three different belts of .308 dangling, ready to be used.
To summarize, Elite Panzer Trooper Armor is basically a heavier, more armored set of the Elite Riot Gear with the addition of an ammo-belt feeding backpack and automated combat drugs delivery system. Based on what it says here, the Panzer Armor is technically a inbetween for having DT above all Heavy Armor yet not meeting the requirements to be classified as Power Armor. And one of the glaring disadvantages is that the armor does is -3 Agility, which brings my total agility to be… 10? Oh, must be the effects of a perk.
Checking out the other armors, the Mojave Manhunter Armor appeared badass just like it does in Fallout 4. Having high end Light Armor stats with its ballistic weaved coat and chestplate. The Manhunter Armor also had bonuses like Tracking, Stalking and Stealth technologies. I'll have to look in more detail later to find out what that all entails.
When it comes to the Nanosuit, that armor is completely overpowered. Just really? Complete immunity to Poisons, Gas, Chemicals (not Chems). Bonus to that complete protection of radiation at or under 50 RADS on the Geiger Counter. All small arms fire is completely neglected while only armor piercing or big game rifle rounds (AP 5.56/.308/45-70 Govt/.50 Cal) can even damage my suit. Oh and on top of that, the Nanosuit is classified as a Regenerative Armor, so no repairs needed as it will cost me Action Points to fix itself.
Now the armor did have it's weaknesses, like Laser and Plasma weapons caused great damage and slowed the Regenerative effects of the armor. Pulse weapons had a much less damage effect, but did slow down my movement and regeneration.
Checking out the Armored Robes, I find myself dressed and decked out fully like a badass from Assassin's Creed. The gray robes are very similar to the ones Ezio wore in Revelations… Wait. Equipping the hood and looking in the mirror, I come to a… Revelation.
"No fucking way, I look exactly like Ezio Auditore da Firenze! Though I'm a bit older, just like in the cinematic trailers." I mutter, holding my chin in thought and smiling devilishly.
"Hold up, did I actually remember his full name? I guess having an intelligence at and above ten will give me a photographic memory." A knocking came from the old double doors, a key entering a lock and twisting. Stunned, brain going blank in how to react.
*Knock-knock*
"Oh shit, that must be one of the companions!"
"Come in." I answer, and incomes… A buxom girl with pink hair, wearing a long yellow dress and gray bathrobe? What... She pauses for a moment, staring at me. I tilt my head and she continues on toward one of the dresers, smiling beautifully.
"You feeling reminiscent, Six?" She asks, her voice sweet as honey yet shy like a puppy. This voice comforted me, both metanly and... Spiritually? The way she looks at me, her loving tone, the perfect feeling of a caring mother. Pulling out a silver engraved hairbrush, she grooms her hair and opens the jewelry box, picking out a pair of butterfly earrings.
"Come on you idiot, think! What am I supposed to say?! How the hell am I going to tell her? Tell her that I'm not the person she knows? No that is not a good idea!"
"Miss, I think I just suffered a mini brain aneurysm and my memories are… clogged and pounding." Great, just great. As if she would believe that!
"Don't worry honey, I'm here for you." Rushing over to me, she embraces me while shedding a tear as she guides me back onto the bed. I hesitantly hug her back, enjoying the physical comfort amidst my own confusion.
"I love you, but you should get back to resting." She whispers. Letting go, the girl swings and sits on my left, very close to me.
"The Sink Auto-Doc said you had been suffering 'brain cramps' in your armored skull. The pressure models were slightly damaged when you battled with Lanius, but since you were so busy with taking care of New Vegas, you refused to get it repaired. Well, I know it is very mean to say this, but I told you so!" She smiles playfully, giving a very soft punch to my shoulder. I smiled and chuckled back a bit at how adorable she is.
"So I have a liable alibi, that's good."
"Yes, I remember I was fighting Legion, but I can't remember what I did with that General, Oliver I think his name was? Could you tell me from the beginning when we first met and catch me up on recent events, make sure memory is correct." I asked, playing on with having a bad memory.
"Sure thing! Reciting our adventures will definitely help you remember." She spoke joyfully, with that smile that just… It really touched my heart for some reason.
"Well, after surviving and recovering from being shot in the head, I know Doc Mitchell did most of the work while I only got to bandage your head and um… Check your IV drip." I chuckled.
"Well, after you checked up with Doc and helped Sunny with the Geckos, you met with me…"
"And?"
"You know, I was shy! I didn't know much more than what you did at the time and well… You remember, right?"
"Shit, shit! What do I say, what do I even say!"
"We became beginner companions I think. You wanted to see the world and I wanted revenge. We kept together watching each other's backs while we traveled." I guessed.
"Well, that's... Kind of accurate? I did want to see more out there than Goodsprings and you said I was very useful, remember? You wanted to come along because of my ability to talk with and befriend animals."
"So she has the Animal Friend and Wasteland Whisperer perks. That is very useful."
"Okay, I got a question. Our relationship is… Are we… Lovers? Because I have strong feelings for you and… I don't know, I'm just confused." Her reddened blush was easily seen through her pale skin. It was very similar to the classic trope of an anime girl kind of blush.
"Umm… We're soul mates!?" She yelped, excited smile and teary eyed. Yep, I'm definitely trapped in a room with an anime character. A hot and adorable anime girl.
"Oh god, what did I just get myself into?"