The Logan Residence in Sanctuary…

The woman looked into the wasteland sky as she sat in her half destroyed sofa, black aviators tinted the bleak cloudless sky through the destroyed roof, invoking a melancholy she was all too familiar with. Her purpose was complete, the synths were safe, the Institute but smoldering ruins and the Brotherhood nearly wiped from the Commonwealth. Mikami Logan was a hero amongst the people of post-war Massachusetts. She lifted the revolver next to her and looked at herself in the reflection of its bull shaped barrel, it was Kellogg's piece, the same one that murdered her husband. She loaded the Holotape "Hi Honey" but did not play it. Mikami had liberated the Commonwealth, forced the Mechanist to surrender, brought justice to Far Harbor, even liberated the slaves of Nuka World, but Nate's voice was the only thing she could not bring herself to hear his voice after killing her only son, Shaun. She no longer felt the drive to kill in the name of, no unanswered questions but regrets and hard truths. As she looked into the revolvers chrome finish, she saw Kellogg's image in the reflection. "We are the same you and I."


Railroad Old HQ

She awoke frantically from her nightmare to Deacon and Curie looking at her. "Mademoiselle Mikami are you okay?" Curie asked in panic. "I am okay, thank you Curie." "You know boss, recently you have been acting strange." Deacon commented. "God, I think just after everything that has happened I just, need to get away from it all. Like just find a new beginning somewhere far from here." Mikami said sitting up from her bed. "Well a good start would be getting out of this used catacomb, real depressing vibe if you know what I'm getting at…" Deacon pointed out as they were sleeping in the Railroad headquarters. "Also it would help if Tom were to stop hugging me in his sleep." He continued. She stood up and walked over to the center of the room next to Desdemona where a list of completed missions laid. "Dez, you think there is a way to just get away from it all, I just want to go far from here, to a place where I can find peace." She asked the leader. "Well you have done deeds that far outweigh the actions of anyone or organization here in the Commonwealth, I'd say you deserve it. But how to do that is another story in itse-" Desdemona said before being interrupted by Tom. "Well we can use the device at mercer safehouse, right? We can beam you somewhere, though I don't know where or when it will send you." "that might actually work…"Mikami replied. "How long do you think it will take?" she asked. "Two weeks assuming it is one person, a few more if you go through the variables like…" "That's good enough Tom, thank you." Mikami said, shocking Tom by the fact that she hardly ever talked to him for anything other than ammo, let alone thanked him.

"Hey Deacon, can you come over here…" the leader of the railroad asked. "What is it Dez? Something require my attention?" "Don't you think whisper has been acting strange ever since she came back from Nuka world? She seems less motivated and dare I say, almost depressed." Desdemona said. "Well Dez, I think she doesn't know what to do now. Preston is now the leader of the minutemen after she drove the Raiders and the Brotherhood from the Commonwealth. Nick runs solo now that his major cases have been solved and what happened in Far Harbor with Dima, it hit him pretty hard. Hancock is back running Goodneighbor and Codsworth, well he still watches over Sanctuary. I think what really is hurting her is What happened back at the Institute, it's coming back to haunt her especially after she gave the kid to Preston to watch over." Deacon explained to her. "Well if this is what she wants, we owe her our lives so we must help her."


Mercer Safehouse, Starlight Drive-in

For the next two weeks Tom had worked on a way to fix and produce a working frequency interceptor that would actually teleport people. Mikami had just finished repairing her Railroad T-60F power armor and had a backpack attached to carry a heavier load. "Boss, don't you think this is a bit reckless, I mean who will watch over the Commonwealth while you are away? Not everyone can build a house out of toothpicks and teapots." Deacon told her trying to change her mind. "Preston is working with the minutemen, I have faith in his abilities to create a legacy far outweighing mine." Mikami responded grabbing her helmet. "Fine, Curie was right… we are coming too since you won't listen to us, and we aren't taking no for an answer." Deacon demanded as Curie came out of the projector room with two duffel bags. "Oui we will come with you Miss. Even if it means we die in the process." Curie added. "Well, I-" she paused, then looked at the rings attached to her necklace. "fine you can come along. Tom you got room for two more?" She asked. "What? Uh sure if you all want to be detected by the zetans then BE MY GUEST! I told y'all so…" Tom said in his paranoid frenzy.

The Signal interceptor was completed a week later than expected and took three more fusion generators than was otherwise had jumped into her power armor and stepped onto the platform. The three stood in the center where they put down their belongings. A crowd had gathered near the platform of settlers and traders The Sole survivor was surprised to see all of the people who had followed her had come to see herself and companions off. Preston, Nick, MrCready, Strong, Piper, Old Longfellow and even Kenji, Ren and Kazumi Nakano were there to say goodbye to their hero that came from the past. "Good luck general" yelled Preston, "Valentine detective agency will always have a open spot." Nick said smiling. "Piper, make sure I become a superstar and make a science section for Curie will you!" Deacon laughed. "Yeah, yeah Deacon keep dreaming!" she responded. "Deacon, look after yourself and Mikami… wherever you go, we will always hold the code name Whisper to the highest honor." Desdemona said with a tear forming in her eye. Mikami realized the reason she was fighting, for the people, and wherever she went would be satisfied doing that. She looked at the two rings on her necklace and smiled.

Interrupting her moment of solace, a loud snap came from the antenna of the transmitter, a bolt of blue lightning had hit it from the western mountains. Everyone was silent until tom realized the control panel was sparking and the dials were fluctuating out of control. "Wait hold on y'all the signal is getting mixed up with something way out west now… It was that weird ass lightning!" Tom said before he was interrupted by the machine starting on it's own. "Hey, what's going on Tom!" Deacon yelled. "It's the frequency! It's running on some "big mountain" channel now! I can't change it!" Tom yelled but the machine was already spinning to fast to hear anything." a beam of blue light came from the top of the interceptor then launched the three into the light. The platform was empty and burnt out with no trace of even their belongings. "Tom! What the hell just happened!" Desdemona yelled. "Hey yeah where the fuck did they go. They aren't dead… no Mikami couldn't die like that! Where in the hell did she go? Talk scumbag or it's one between the eyes!" McCready barked, holding a snub nosed .44 to Tom's head. Everyone was frozen in panic except for Piper, who looked both shocked and amazed at what just happened. "Wait McCready, just stop. We don't know where she is, but one thing is certain. She is still alive, I know it and so does everyone here." "Fine, I'll believe you for now. " McCready said putting the gun away. "For now I guess we have to have faith. God knows, she might have found a new case to follow..." Nick commented looking at the sky smirking.


Night Raid HQ…

"Akame… um are you alright? The...OH GOD THE STOVE!" Tatsumi yelled in panic as the stove, as well as his breakfast, was being incinerated in a pillar of fire. "I'll get it for you Tatsumi!" Bulat yelled, activating Incursio and swiping his spear across the fire putting it out. "You idiot! You just put a hole in the wall you dunce!" Leone yelled back at the armored knight. "Wednesdays... " Najenda exhaled before taking a sip of her coffee. The pandemonium was cut short by the bright blue thunder that had struck their roof. All of the members looked up hearing what sounded like two women screaming and a man having an existential crisis about never building his casa del… something…

The sound grew closer and the voices grew louder they all prepared for enemies to come blasting through the roof guns-blazing. "Tatsumi, if I die then know I lov-" Bulat whispered before being crushed by a titanium reinforced power armor with two people holding on to it. "Wow, thank god he didn't finish that sentence or I would have-" Tatsumi sighed before being crushed by two duffel bags the same weight as him. Night raid looked at the intruders as if they were aliens from another planet. Lubbock saw an opportunity to grab Leone's chest and lurched toward her. "*Gasp* Ughhhhh, what… the…. Hell… was that?" Mikami said throwing her helmet at hyper-focused pervert, knocking him out with the force of the forty pound, metal helmet. Leone was laughing so hard she was crying, Shele was looking in the rubble for her glasses and Najenda and Akame stood glaring at the three wastelanders. "Who are you people… or rather what are you people doing." Najenda asked in confusion. "Crash landing" the travelers said together. "I think... my face is broken…" Lubbock moaned. "Stop... *cough* freakin'... and call *wheeze* Deacon!" The Railroad spy said while being crushed by the unconscious Curie. Still attempting to get her bearings, Mikami stood up on top of Bulat, invoking a cry of pain from under her. "How about we talk something out, you could tell me where I am before you try to kill me anyhow, you are assassins aren't you all?" She said looking into Najenda's eye. She Smiled in acknowledgement of the vault dweller's keen perception. "Follow me. Akame take care of the other two." Akame nodded in agreement and helped Curie into a chair.

The two women walked into the meeting hall where Najenda pulled out a chair for Mikami. As Mikami stomped toward the chair she looked down at it then looked down at her armor. "Mind if I take off my armor? For some reason this thing cannot sit down or perform tasks at a table… at least the is what the heads up display says." She said humbly. "Oh, I do not mind I will look away if you wish…" Najenda said closing her eyes, only to hear the sound of hydraulics decompressing. She opened her eyes to see a woman in a tank top with hardened combat armor. "What did you think I was going to strip?" She asked, covering her mouth. "No… I am just amazed at that set of Imperial arms. It… looks different than anything I have ever seen, not to mention it doesn't match anything in the books." The leader observed. "Imperial… what? This is a suit of T-60 model F power armor with titanium plating and a VATS… oh shit the helmet…" Mikami paused. "My face…" a voice yelled from the other room. "He just wants attention, ignore him. That is beside the point though, you obviously have no idea where you are, which is surprisingly hard to imagine seeing that the capitol is only a few kilometers away. Tell me how did you and your crew found us and how you managed to fly through the roof to get in?" Najenda asked putting her palm on her cheek in a fashion represented an interest in the outsider. The two stared at each other with eyes that could cut paper; each determining the treat of the other in a psychological chess game. Mikami glanced out at the serine, unscathed forest outside and saw a flock of birds fly by with all of their feathers; she knew something was off about this place.. "Fine, but first tell me, do you know of nuclear weapons, the Great War, The Institute or the Commonwealth of Massachusetts ?" The wastelander asked. "Nothing, I have no idea what those words mean or what they describe." Najenda replied. "I knew it. Say would you believe me if I told you I was of a different world? A world in which all modern civilization and society was annihilated from the face of the planet?" She asked the confused commander. "The suit of armor, your watch and the fact you smell like you haven't bathed in three months, I might be able to believe it. However if that is so, and you are from that other place you call Earth, tell me your story so I may believe you. "This might be a while…" the wastelander said clenching her necklace.

She told her of how she was once a law school graduate and her husband had just returned from the war in Alaska, and just when their family was once more reunited, the bombs fell. She explained how she was frozen and watched as her love as shot and her son stolen, picking up the trail of their disappearance decades later. In her quest she had avenged her husband, found a way into the Institute, and with the help of the Minutemen and the Railroad found a way in, only to realize her son had become a man who artificially conceived synthetic humans to be slaves. She then worked as a spy and inside the institute, despite the pain of betraying her own son. She eventually was forced to kill him with her own hands, destroying the only family she had left. After that she set out to right her wrongs by serving the wasteland. rebuilding settlements for the people, bringing justice to a community of fishermen on the brink of losing their way of life. Defeating and ending the misguided crusade of the Mechanist. Even freeing the people of a decrepit theme park ruled by sociopathic raiders. She showed Najenda her log of completed actions on her pip boy to prove she wasn't lying.

"All of this I did in the course of two years but… damnit… I was still not strong enough to save Nate… what the fuck am I good for… Damn… damn...damn…" She stuttered in anger, her hands shaking in pure ire of her own self-pity. "If it is any consolation, I know a little of what you feel." Najenda said looking at her metal arm. "Say I know it is a bit much to ask right now, but would you be willing to hold your sword one more time, for the sake of your fellow man? Would you lay your life on the line one more time for a world not of your own?" Mikami looked up at the commander as if she had heard those words once before. "Would you be willing to risk your life for your fellow man? Even if that man was a synth" Desdemona asked with one arm reaching out to her. She wiped the tears from her eyes, seeing the white haired woman in front of her, checked how many bullets were left in Kellogg's revolver. "One more time huh? That's what they said last time." She smiled looking back at Deacon and Curie, then shaking Najenda's hand. "Sure, what could possibly go wrong?" "Oh and one more thing, please take a bath. You smell terrible, like, I have never smelt something like that." Najenda replied covering her nose.


100 Miles from the Night raid HQ

The sun was rising in the peaceful forest and the two guardsmen stationed at the nearby town were off on guard patrol to check for revolutionaries. "Anyways I totally think that Esdeath is way hotter than that crazy police captain's daughter. Bitch has a screw loose or some shit." The soldier with the sword said sitting on a rock in the forest. "Dude, I wouldn't even talk about Esdeath, that woman scares me man, like, she has that look that feels like she is crushing your balls whenever she stares at you… goddamn scary ass shit." his partner said; both of whom were completely oblivious to the meteor like structure about to land on them. "What's for lunch today?" "I dunno let me see…" the other said before being crushed under a steel disk falling from the sky. "NOOO SANDWICH-KUN!" The guard yelled before being decapitated by a piece of rebar. The soldiers awoke to the sound of a loud explosion and soon enough, troops on patrol or off shift came to look at the mysterious object that came from the sky. Nearly a division gathered around the undamaged top of The Sink. "What is this, who interrupted my session at the brothel? I was just getting to the best part when you fucks disturbed me. Who was it? You better have a good excuse dickwads!" the Captain yelled at the troops. "Ummm… Sir it was twelve for five Friday… on a tuesday… last night at the brothel… we were all there, so none of us were here, sir.." One of the grunts replied. "Goddamn it, at least it is crucifixion wednesday today need to work off the stress… GET THE IRON STAKES NOW RETARDS! WE START EARLY!" the captain yelled "Sir, hold up, sir" the grunt informally said. "Speak to me like that again and I will crucify you too. What is it now?" He growled. "Sir, All apologies sir! But… um… what do we do about Private Jenkins and Corporal Tucker who got crushed? Should we bury them sir?" He responded in fear. "Get someone else to get them out if it that important to you. I got to finish my work in the brothel before I lose my "touch" if you get me." the officer said walking away. He looked at the other soldiers who had the look of "I don't get paid enough dude." or "You're a former Bard, it's not like you get any action to keep you busy…" everyone walked away to get wood for the crosses or back to the brothel.

TBC

Author's note: Holy shit I never expected that this many people would read my story in two days (53 VIEWS! MOM GET THE CAMERA!) Any how I want to thank you all for tuning in to the story and hope you stick around long enough for chapter 3. See you all soon!