After a week's worth of travel, he had finally made it to his destination. The Legion city of Phoenix. He watched it from afar, almost a mile away, through the scope of his Anti-Material Rifle, taking note of legionary patrols around the city and caravans coming in and out of the city.

It seemed he had made quite the splash, as spotters and watchmen were posted at 80-meter intervals around the junkyard wall of the city. He could see more than a dozen legion chariots patrolling around the outskirts of the city. Seeing the goofy-looking modes of transportations almost made him chuckle.

As he continued to survey the land around him he came across something rather peculiar. From about 100 meters from him, he could see three dozen or so legion corpses. He put away his rifle and began his trek towards the corpses. If something happened there, he had to investigate. There may be a third party involved in this.

It didn't take him long to arrive at the scene, as he began to survey the body's something obvious made itself very clear.

There were large chunks torn out of each one of them, the wounds were erratic and with no clear pattern, body parts were scattered all over the place and all the flesh looked like it was ripped apart. It seemed the killed used a chainsaw. Another thing he took note of was how the most intact bodies were lying on their chest; as if they were running from something.

From what he could tell there was only one or two on their backs, but their weapons were still in their holsters. And it was only legion corpses; he could only come to one conclusion. An ambush.

But that left him with a question. What kind of guerilla force would use chainsaws? Don't get him wrong he enjoyed a good bit of grizzly murder. But it was impractical and too costly. As far as he knew only Centurions were able to have chainsaws. And in the Mojave, on average one almost costs 3000 caps.

It wasn't some ragtag group of rebels that had done this, no. It had to be some kind of sadist, one on par with Motor Runner when it came to sheer brutality.

He then noticed something off in the corner of his eye. Something that he was barely able to catch. He turned, and in the center of the brutal display was a… rabbit.

"A rabbit?" He asked aloud, confusion lacing his voice.

He looked around, making sure he wasn't going insane or dreaming again. He sighed when he saw nothing else out of the ordinary. Why was it that weird shit always happened to him?

Out of gangs of grannies and laser swords talking to him, he always checked to make sure he wasn't insane. Add in that dice shit he had to deal with in the Mojave, he sometimes thought that all of his adventures were just hallucinations concocted by his dying brain back in Goodsprings.

But the pain was always a constant reminder that he was still alive. He kicked some dirt in front of him and walked over to the snow-white rabbit. When he was in front of it he leaned down to get a better look at it. Its red eyes looking back at him in curiosity.

"Hey, there little guy. Didn't know you guys were still around. By the way, you wouldn't happen to know who did all this, right?" He sarcastically asked it, reaching down to pet the rabbit.

Just then his gut told him to get the fuck away from the creature. He didn't even think twice about it as he jumped backward. The Rabbits face morphed into what looked like a living shredder, with saw-like teeth all over its mangled mouth.

It then leapt at him with blinding speed, so fast that he could barely see it move. He rolled out of the way of its attack and began to sprint away from it. He had taken two strides away from the damn thing before it pounced at him with lightning-fast speed.

He was barely able to jump out of the way, its claws leaving a shallow mark on his chest plate. As he pulled out his Courier's Sequoia the damn thing lept at him again, he didn't have the time to dodge so he blocked the attack with his left arm.

Its teeth tore through the ballistic weave and shredded his strengthened flesh, it would be a matter of seconds before the thing ripped his arm off. And it just so happened that he quite enjoyed having both arms.

A bright flash appeared in his other arm, a modified brown and red displacer glove on his right hand. He found it in some cave, its former owner lovingly named 'Pushy'. And he loved the thing to death.

With as much strength as he could muster he socked that mutant, a bright blue flash sending the thing flying into a boulder.

He took the opportunity to book it away from the thing. He was confident in his melee and unarmed skill, but there was no way in hell he'd take that thing in close combat. Screw that noise, he'll just blow up the little bastard from afar.

The sound of very light footsteps from behind him made him kick his speed into overdrive. His cybernetically enhanced body pushing him to speeds that would be impossible for the human body to normally achieve.

He lept over a nearby boulder to use it for cover. He stuck close to it as he pulled out a stimpack and stuck it carelessly into his mutilated arm. He'd clean it up later, he needed to take care of that fluffy bastard first.

He leaned out of his cover and saw that the rabbit was looking around as if it had lost him. The Thing sat atop a corpse as it looked around. He then noticed something about the carnage.

It was contained as if it was its own microcosm of the world. He stood out of cover and the rabbit looked at him, but it did not charge him. Curious. He was outside its zone now.

He reached into the webbing of his trench coat, looking for something. When he found he was barely able to suppress a gleeful giggle. It was a force of destructive power that he only had three of, The Holy Hand-Grenade.

He had never used one before, never seeing an appropriate time. But this seemed like the right place to use it.

He grabbed ahold of the pin, pulling it with practiced ease. And he waited for five- No, three seconds. And lobbed the destructive device at the rabbit.

The Grenade landing next to it, it looked at the object curiously. Then a deafening explosion rang out, almost causing Six to stumble over himself at the sheer size of the blast.

A great mushroom cloud was in front of him, he could feel the heat of the blast wash over him as he looked on in awe. The dust cleared and a crater was all that was left, the bunny alongside its victims gone. And he'd rather it stay that way.

As he was walking around the newly made crater his foot got caught on something. He crouched down to pick it up, scowling as he held up a damaged sign.

WARNING: BUNNY AHEAD

"Hilarious." he dropped that sign and walked back up to the ridge to find a cave so he could ambush the inevitable legion patrol that would come by to check it out.

He looked at his slowly healing arm, his natural healing factor already repairing damaged tissue. But he would have to find something to fix his sleeve. He looked to his right and saw an intact arm, with a sleeve on it.

He walked over and picked the piece of cloth up, inspecting it. "This'll do."

He quickly repaired his broken sleeve made out of ballistic fiber and treated canvas with… some random cloth.

Six reached a cave he deemed suitable and waited in it. He checked his pip-boy and set a timer, he was going to reflect. Particularly on the weird feeling that he was being watched coming back in full force the other day.

It was like Dala had somehow found an electric telescope and was constantly spying on him, wasn't the first time she tried to perv on him. He sighed and pulled out Annabelle when he heard the sounds of engines just outside.

He walked out of the cave and looked to see three legion chariots with a dozen piss boys surveying the crater he just made.

He just aimed his launcher and fired. Another bright explosion destroying the chariots and the legionaries with them. He found a lot of catharsis in unnecessary explosions, he knew it was a waste but he had literal mountains' worth of ammo to spare.

Combine that with the armory he lugs around in his pocket; he wouldn't need to splurge for ammo in a while.

With that done he was going to find somewhere to nap and let his body heal the rest of his wounds. He couldn't stay here in case more golden asshats tried to make their way here.

He'd just find some crevice he could crawl into, easy peasy. By tomorrow he'll be at full strength.

Six opened his eyes and saw the now-familiar void around him. He got up and stretched. Looking up he saw that gold owl looking at him curiously.

"Hey. You wouldn't happen to know where the exit to this place is?" Six asked sarcastically. The owl just looked at him for a moment before flying off.

Six sighed. "Figures." Six kicked some dirt off of his boot and walked off in a random direction, not really caring where he went.

After a few moments of walking, he came across a very familiar cliff. He looked around to see if Fiona was nearby but after not seeing her he just sat down and looked at the abyss before him.

After a moment of staring an eye popped out and looked back at him. He just held its gaze for a moment before it blinked and popped back out of existence.

"Huh… Neat." He smartly said as he gazed into the abyss. Suddenly a bright flash next to him appeared for a moment. It was gone and in the place of the light was a very confused Fiona. But she looked different… 'She's older.' came the sudden realization. But how much he didn't know.

She turned to the mailman in surprise before wrapping him in a bear hug. "Six!"

He tensed up as her arms wrapped around him. He wasn't very good with physical contact so he gently but firmly got her off of him. Noticing that one of her arms was now a prosthetic.

He held it and inspected it for a moment. "What happened." He finally asked, looking at her. Her blue eyes shone with anger for a moment before she looked at the arm in pure sadness.

"I… I don't want to talk about it." She said while pulling her arm away from him.

Six looked at her for a moment before looking down at the bottom of the cliff. He got an idea.

"You know, I've always wondered what's down there." He stood up and held his hand out to the Adventurer.

"Wanna check it out together?" He asked her. Fiona looked at him uncertainly for a moment before smiling at him; she took his hand and hoisted herself up.

"Let's do this man."

Fiona the Human has joined your party

SPECIAL stats

S:7 (Beach Side hero)

P:7 (Big-eared rabbit)

E:8 (Drinks milk)

C:4 (Substitute Librarian)

I:5 (A little slow, but has spirit)

A:8 (Chainsaw juggler)

L:2 (Parental Abandonment)

Companion Perk

Bunny Hops: With Fiona in your party you gain an extra 10% damage bonus with bladed weapons and a 5% damage bonus with blunt melee and unarmed weapons. And you can jump twice as far.

Super Heavy Weapons Guy: That it does my friend, Six is a ladies' man through and through. And Ice Queen will do anything in her power to get her mans'.

Strife1234: Yeah, glad you like it.

ThatSpaceMann2: I do try. Watching Monty Python movies over and over again certainly helps.

Guest: Muchas gracias, hombre, me alegro de que te esté gustando.