A/N: Well look who we have here. Back for yet another Chapter, eh? I guess I could make a couple more of them. But only because you asked so nicely. But in return I'll ask you to leave a Review and to please enjoy the Story.
Chapter 18: A Needed Dying Dream
The safety of her Companions was the thing that Courier Six put above all else. Whenever someone injured one of them she usually killed them in very brutal and graphic ways. Only the best of equipment was given to her friends. Every week the equipment was inspected and even the most minor damage was repaired.
But this doesn't mean that she always kept them out of harm's way. In fact she did just that on almost everyday she went out to explore the Mojave. Hunting Deathclaws and other mutated creatures was among their favorite activities.
Both because of the reward people will pay for their disembodied heads, as well as the thrill of being chased across the Mojave by one of those large bastards. Of course it wasn't so fun to be slashed in the back by one of them. You'd need to get a ton of stitches whenever that happened.
That wasn't the only thing they'd hunt though. Boone and Six found that the best sport to chase after was any Legionaries they happened across. The two of them had a saying, ''The heavier their armour, the more points the kill is worth.''
So every few days they would go out hunting for their favorite targets. Despite how hard she tried, the Courier could never get the highest amount of points thanks to Boone's determination to avenge his wife. It was something that Six admired.
Today she would admire something far greater than that. It was a plan Boone had come up with long ago. He just didn't have the resources to go through with it. It was a plan that would get rid of the plague named Caesar's Legion forever. They were all going to attack the Fort, and put an end to the Legion once and for all.
Every single detail, either small or large was planned out to absolute perfection. It had to be or things wouldn't end well for them. They made a plan for how they would execute the beginning phase and actually infiltrate the Fort. All the way to how they would eventually escape back to Vegas.
Six had killed everyone at Cottonwood Cove, excluding all of the Slaves, long ago. So they wouldn't have to worry about extra ammo. A small team consisting of the Courier, Boone, Raul, Veronica, Rex, and ED-E would take the raft and hopefully return within a few hours.
Upon returning the NCR and the rest of Vegas would see them as pure heroes. A status that Courier Six already possessed. After saying goodbye to the Companions that would remain at the Lucky 38, the team set out for Cottonwood Cove.
Veronica and Raul were in charge of steering and controlling the raft. While they did Boone observed their surroundings through the scope of his Rifle. Rex, being the best Dog in the known Galaxy, did very little on the ride, sleeping for most of it.
There was a decent amount of silence between everyone for a few minutes. They were all thinking things through. Some of them wondered if this was really a good idea. Raul ended the quiet by asking the Courier, who was making a few important repairs to some of her weapons, a question.
''Hey Boss, you got a minute to talk?'' He asked, getting Six to put away her weapons. She nodded and Raul continued. ''Boone has a few different reasons for wanting the Legion dead. Personally I don't have that much of a problem with the guys, you know that already. Veronica doesn't really have the highest opinion of them. ED-E and Rex probably don't even have an opinion at all. But what about you, Boss. Why do you hate them so much?''
That was certainly a good question, one that many people wanted an answer to. Even the Courier's own Girlfriend Veronica didn't have any kind of answer. It was decided that this would be a good opportunity to get it off her chest.
She took her helmet off before she spoke, wanting her words to be clearly spoken. ''Every single one of us has lost something. Boone, you lost your loving Wife. Raul, you lost your entire family. Veronica lost Chri- your old lover. Even Rex here lost his chance to be a real Dog.''
Sitting up Rex walked over to her and sat his head on Six's lap. ''That's a good boy, Rex. My point is that despite the happy and cheerful person you see before you, I have also experienced significant loss. I can only remember a little before I was shot in the head. Anything between leaving my Vault and Hopeville being destroyed is a blur. But one I thing I remember above all else is the Legion.''
A pain moved around in the Courier's head. It physically hurt remembering the past for her. ''I had a small group of friends, all of us pretty young and stupid. One day in our travels we came across this huge stash of Chems. Jet, Med-X, it had everything. While they wanted to get high I told them how dangerous the shit is. They didn't listen though, and needles were injected into their veins.''
Noticing how bad the pain was, Boone handed Six some Beer to soften it. ''Thanks.'' She said after taking a few quick swigs. ''Sadly I submitted to pressure. This cute girl used her charm to get me to follow along. Hate to say it but it felt good, amazing even. We felt that way for hours as we traveled all across the Wasteland. In our travels we came across a camp filled with Bandits. I blacked out shortly after that. I'm assuming that we were trying to be heroes and so we attacked the camp. And you know what, we actually were able to kill them all.''
''I felt like total shit when I woke up. Partly because I was recovering from dozens of types of drugs. But mainly because I had been shot in five different areas of my body. But while I did that my friends were celebrating by yelling at the top of their lungs. That earned us the attention of a nearby Tribe. Fuckers caught us completely off guard, tied us up before we could even realize they were there.''
After finishing her Beer the Courier digitized the empty bottle into her large inventory. ''Needless to say they were impressed with the work a few dumb kids had done in such a short amount of time. What they weren't impressed with was our use of Chems. When Caesar approached us I think he said something about us having potential but being clouded by drugs. Some stupid shit like that.''
''I think he wanted to show his men how he would handle drug users. That sick fuck! He made us...'' Six began to tear up, remembering the faces of her dying friends. Veronica stopped steering the raft and knelt down to comfort her. It helped very little but it let the Story continue. ''Ge gave us makeshift weapons and forced us to fight each other to the death. My mind was clear, but the others were still suffering the effects of Chems. I didn't have any choice but to kill them all. Even after all that you'd think he'd let me go, but you would be wrong. He threw me in a cave and sealed it shut for what felt like entire weeks. It was nothing but darkness and the echo of my own crying voice. After I was free from that cave he let me go. From that moment on I vowed that I would kill him and avenge my friends. I'd make him suffer, give him something to truly fear. I hope that's a good enough answer for you?''
Raul couldn't speak for a few seconds, he felt like he shouldn't. Then he manged to get a few words out. ''It was, Boss. More than I was expecting. Sorry, I just don't even know what to say. Never seen you like that before. You're usually the sweet, ignorant, and cute type. Not the serious, no offense.''
To everyone's alarm Courier Six started to laugh. ''None taken.'' She said, going back to her old self. ''I always appreciate being called cute and sweet. Ignorant however is a different Story. But just so we're clear, when we get there, Caesar's head is mine.''
She was awaiting some kind of response from her Companions. But none of them answered her. In fact they seemed to be in a frozen state. As was the raft and the World around them. Then the World began to change further.
The most change occurred behind Six. The water was all gone and in its place was a wide field of grass and flowers. It didn't take long for her to understand that she was in the middle of a dream, that any minute now she would wake up in the 38. Then they would actually be able to kill the Legion.
''Why can't these things ever be something cool or somewhat interesting?'' The Courier said aloud to herself. ''Like with a bunch of Dragons, or a few Zombies here and there, or maybe even a few-'' She was stopped from talking to herself. A new voice finished her sentence for her.
''Aliens?'' They said, causing Six to face them. She turned to see someone she had only heard legendary Stories about. Someone who she admired for inspiring her to follow the path of the hero. It was that damn Vault Dweller from Vault 101. ''Trust me, it ain't fun dealing with them.''
Being a large fan girl, the Courier reacted by yelling, ''Holy shit! It's the fucking legend himself. Forget Dragons, this is way better. Are we going on an adventure together? Stop the end of the World? Unite the Galaxy in order to stop the threat of the Reapers?''
''Please stop.'' The Lone Wanderer begged. His request was granted and Courier Six awaited an answer with a smile on her face. ''I hate to disappoint you, but this isn't any kind of dream. Or if it is, I guess it's a Dying Dream. You don't remember dying?''
Suddenly Six's smile disappeared from her face. ''What the Hell do you mean that I'm dead? I'm at the 38 right now sleeping next to my beautiful Girlfriend. Do you really expect me to believe that I killed from the safety of my own comfortable bed?''
''Memory loss. That's new. You should really consider yourself lucky. That machine is bringing you back right now as we speak. Hopefully all of your memories will be back. I'll be quick about things then. You're in the land of the dead kid. A special kind, where only heroes like us get to go. I'm not a dream, I'm the actual Wanderer. Got here a few years ago. Before you even started to get famous. Been watching you for some time now.''
This time the Wanderer was verbally halted. The World was beginning to fade away. It was quite literally blinking out of existence. The Wanderer sighed. ''I think that means it's time for you to go. Hope I don't see you for awhile. Something tells me that Academy is gonna need your help.''
''But I have so many questions.'' Courier Six said. Afterwards she realized a few different things had changed. One, she was on some type of hospital bed. Two, the room was white and contained no grass or flowers. And three, her head was hurting like Hell.''
The reason it hurt so much was because recent memories were flooding it. Memories of discovering a new World, meeting new and interesting people. It all came back to her. Including the most recent memory that must've taken her life.
Hearing the sound of a door open she turned her head. ''I'm sorry, but nobody here is able to explain anything.'' Someone that was most likely a Doctor said. Next to him was Ozpin and Goodwitch. ''We're unable to get a heartbeat from her. In fact we can't even get any brainwaves. It's as if she just-''
The Doctor stopped talking when he saw the Courier alive and well. She stood up and began to speak to them. ''Wait, don't start freaking out.'' She said to all of them, but it was too late. The Doctor fell to the ground and passed out from shock. She kept speaking to the Academy's staff. ''Well, you guys can't say I didn't try. Wait a minute, what the Hell happened with my clothes?''