Inside the Remains of The Sink…

" Get… off... me… asshole…" Veronica grunted as she tried breaking the couriers grip on her waist with the side of her power fist. Finally Boone came over raised the steel beam from on top of Clyde, carried him off of the young scribe and dropped him on the central intelligence unit. "Is he dead yet or is he just asleep?" Veronica asked.

Boone grabbed a bag of caps from inside one of the lockers and shaked it in front of the courier. Soon enough, he woke up reaching for the bag "Where is the slots?" He yelled before falling off of the console. He got up to find everyone was still alive and kicking. Cass was looking tying up a wound on her arm with a cloth, Veronica was checking if everything in the lockers was still intact and Boone was adjusting his relatively invincible sunglasses. "Well let's see where we are…" he said Scratching his blood covered face.

A few minutes passed until anyone said anything "Shit… umm... guys so good news and bad news...ha ha ha… Oh fuck me…" He laughed as if he had done something immeasurably wrong. "Do not tell me we are stuck in another dimension or something along those lines… no wait don't tell me…" Veronica hesitantly asked. "Okay, good news is we are all alive and the lockers as well as its contents are relatively undamaged. The power rerouted to form an energy shield around the building preventing us from being a red stain on the ground." Clyde said nervously. "Fuck that! What is the bad news, come on just tell me ass hat!" Cass demanded. "Well… ha ha ha… we are, according to the data analysis, just as Veronica said, stuck in another world that is not earth… And have no means of returning..."

The Veronica and Cass looked at him with the same look of "what the fuck?" Veronica facepalmed and realized there was no returning home and Cass stood there and pondered what she really had to lose. Boone looked in the broken glass at his reflection, Caesar was dead, and his purpose was complete any how, he had lost everything and now just needed a new mission. For the first time the courier removed his facade of the comical drunkard and looked at the riot helmet and mask in the locker. He thought what would Ulysses say if he were here, what would he do? "You have only one option now six, follow the path that destiny laid out for you. To survive, to redeem, and to fight through the road you follow…" He heard him say as he stood by the Divide, watching him sit in solace on the edge of a cliff.

"Gather the lockers and take them outside." he said putting on his elite Riot gear and looking at his trusty black desperado cowboy hat. "What exactly are you planning? To survive, we barely have enough food to last three days, unless you want to eat bullets…" Veronica complained. "Clyde is right, we will most likely die if we stay here, plus I heard talking outside a few minutes after we landed. "Okay people take anything you need, guns, explosives, ammo, attachments and armor. We head out in twenty!" The courier yelled in a manner nostalgic of when they fought at the Battle of Hoover Dam. Everyone knew he wasn't kidding and was preparing for battle, so in his example, they followed suit.

Cass grabbed Joshua Graham's tactical vest and put her caravan shotgun on her back, then grabbing a hunting shotgun with as many shells and slugs as her messenger bag could carry. Boone put on a NCR ranger outfit and picked up a 10mm submachine gun as well as a 5.56mm pistol, keeping his red beret and sunglasses. Veronica took off her hood and put on another power fist and took a assault carbine and a laser rifle slung on her back. The courier looked at his cowboy hat, that had carved into a metal sheet the crossed out names Legate, Caesar, Vulpes, House and Benny. He holstered two .357 magnum revolvers on his chest harness, and The mysterious magnum on his waist. He put as much as he could carry in his pip-boy storage and wrapped the Medicine stick on his back.

A Few Minutes Later….

They had finally finished unloading the lockers from the disc shaped wreckage. Just to be safe, the courier had placed dynamite all over the interior of the sink and a mini nuke in the center as both a funeral for it and to erase all evidence of it being there; after all he wasn't known for leaving his trace even back in the wasteland. He had set the timer to two hours after they left so they could get far enough away from the blast zone. "Hey do you hear that?" Boone whispered. In the village next to them loud shaking and screaming could be heard. The birds began to fly away it was so loud.

The team looked through the bushes to see nearly two battalions of men enjoying the sights of five people being crucified. Boone clenched his fists and Clyde stopped him from leaping forward. Veronica covered her mouth in disgust and turned to Cass to shield herself. "Sick fucks…" Cass murmured in anger. The courier stood up, all too familiar with this form of torture. He had seen his home town, Nipton destroyed by the legion and witnessed countless men, women and children slaughtered in the same fashion. He walked forward to the crowd putting on his helmet and checking his .357's cylinders. "Fuck, might as well follow dickwad here... " Cass said following him. Veronica and Boone looked at each other and nodded, then followed the two.

At the stand where the crosses were placed, a little girl clinged to one of them to the point of which her fingers bled. Tears in her eyes she yelled "Mom… Dad… Sis… Why? You monsters! Why did they have to die?" The tall office kicked her off the cross and laughed along with the other soldiers.

"You don't get it kid do you! General Esdeath, our leader, said it best! The strong live and the weak die! That is the way of this world!"

"LAME, REWRITE!" A voice called out from the crowd.

"WHO SAID THAT! WHICH MOTHER FUCKER WANTS TO DIE FIRST, HUH?" the Captain yelled.

"Ooh me, me, choose me Mr. officer guy!" Clyde pleaded annoyingly. The little girl looked to the side at the man in the desperado cowboy hat in the very back of the crowd with his three compatriots. "The strong live, the weak die? Please pick better quotes than resorting to ripping off Darwin. Try Nietzsche or Hitler to explain the "superiority" of yourself. Explain to me, how this girl is weaker than you asshole?" The foreigner asked.

"For your information, this little shit's mother *kicks the girl* died because she couldn't give me a hard-on!" He laughed once again with the crowd. Surprisingly the Clyde was hysterically laughing too, which caused the crowd to stop. "I think the problem is your..." Cass grabbed the courier's .44 and aimed it at the Imperial. "Blow it out your ass…" She said as a gunshot silenced the crowd.

"JESUS WHAT THE FUCK AHHHHH! GOD DAMN IT FUCK, SHIT! MY DICK! BITCH SHOT ME IN THE DICK!" the wounded officer yelled slouched over and crying.

"Motherfucker…" The man said quivering and moaning on the ground in pain as blood spilled out of his pants. The kid on the stand stood looking at the man in pain and smiled while watching his manhood being robbed from him, then suddenly stopped when he glared at her. The scared girl ran behind Veronica. "Cass, I was about to say something relatively intelligent and you just ruined it, What the fuck?" The courier complained. "You went way too long to sound smart, and plus these guys piss me off more than Gloria and her goons at the Van-Graffs…"

The pain-struck man, laying in a pool of what could have been his future children looked at them with tears in his eyes and ire in his soul. The little girl clenched onto Veronica as if she were about to fly off it, shaking in fear. "K...KILL THEM ALL... NOW!" The incapacitated leader yelled.

Time slowed for a moment as the troops in front of the five drew their swords, and those behind them with guns were too bunched up to pull back their charging handles. The courier kicked the small girl through a window of a small restaurant next to them, then drawing his .357 and pulling the hammer back five times, each time firing one shot, and each time killing one swordsman. Veronica drew her assault carbine and laser rifle and opened up on the crowd, mowing through eight of them before rolling through the window into the restaurant. Cass continued to blast everyone who stood before her with her pump action. Racking, shooting then repeating until being tackled into the building by Boone, who noticed the reinforcements coming from their six o'clock.

The courier took a few shots to the vest, which did seemingly nothing, but realizing the impending battalion of men, he threw a flashbang, then jumped into the wood structure and hid behind the bar. He sighed then looked to the side to see Cass downing a bottle of rye whiskey and two empty bottles next to her. He looked at her in disappointment and she returned the look with that of "what did you expect?" while she finished the bottle. Veronica was comforting the girl who now seemed to be angered to tears at the brutes firing upon them.

Night Raid HQ….

Night raid headquarters was in the process of being repaired after the run in with the sole survivor and her gang. Mikami had pledged herself to repay the favor of letting her and her crew join by repairing the roof to start with. They turned to the side to hear the sound of snapping and loud booms coming from the forest. "Boss, do you hear that?" Deacon asked, recognizing the sound of distant gunfire. "Yeah, I hear it. But something tells me someone else has that battle covered, and it isn't this suspicious green blip on my Pip-boy compass." Mikami answered. Akame came up to both of them with a plate of tea and bread. "Would any of you two like some?" she asked.

The two looked at each other with an unexplainable stare; one of a killer and a sympathizer, saint and sinner. "Ummm… Boss, are you okay." Deacon asked confused. Akame put down the platter and walked back into the castle and Mikami took a sip of tea. "I think I understand her situation, somewhat. Kid like that though, shouldn't have eyes like that." She murmured with a sad look on her face. "Hey, if you aren't feeling so bright I can…" "OKAY! Back to repairing this roof… OW DAMN IT…" she yelled interrupting Deacon and hitting her index finger with a hammer. Deacon smiled at her, after all, he followed her because she was so perceptive to the emotions of those around her.

Back At The Town….

Bullets and glass showered upon the survivors as what seemed like a whole army surrounded them. Squads of men arrived in the droves to shoot at the bunch of otherworldly bandits. Ironically the restaurant was called "The Lead Belly."

The courier summoned a grenade rifle from his Pip boy and threw it to Veronica. "Can you buy us a few seconds of breathing room" The courier yelled. "I can see what-" Veronica yelled just before the room went silent and the troops began walking in to check for survivors and loot. The crew stayed silent while the little girl who had a shadow over her eyes and was biting her lip, trying not to yell, looked as if she were about to snap any second. The group in hiding looked nervous as to what the hate filled girl would pull.

"I am lieutenant Breyer of the Imperial army under general Esdeath. You are to submit yourselfs and the half pint runt to us for interrogation and execution, in exchange we will lower the torture sentence by two months. To the kid, I will give you the die immediately and meet your mom in hell. Is that a dea-" The Lieutenant announced. The girl grabbed the grenade rifle from Veronica and aimed at the Lieutenant.

"FUCK YOU IMPERIAL COCK-SUCKER!" She yelled firing a 40mm shell straight through his microphone and mutilating him and his squad in a loud explosion.

Everyone, Imperials and wastelanders alike looked at her alike, looked at her with slacked jaws. Cass snached her collar and pulled her down fast enough to avoid the volley of bullets that came through every window. The counter began shaking with even more bullets than last time, however this was different, they were more misdirected then the last time. The courier smiled, crooked his hat down, then laughed. "This place is more fun than Vegas!"

The Courier had thought up a plan, a stupid one but an effective one to get them out of the jam they were in. "Cass you remember killing the Van Graffs after we uncovered their whole deal with the caravans?" The courier asked. "Yeah how could I forget, bait and switch. Force them out then back in right? Kinda like…." "Not the time for sexual innuendo Cass but yeah." the courier interrupted. "Kiddo I need you too if this is to work." He asked. Boone was completely against using the girl, it was written across his face, but he knew the necessity of it.

Five minutes later…

"WAIT WE SURRENDER, YOU WON, SO STOP SHOOTING!" Cass yelled in a pseudo desperate manner.

The soldiers, with lack of any leadership walked into the bar without a clue. One of them walked through a wire and heard a loud click. "SHIT!" He yelled. The plasma mine next to him exploded with enough power to reduce the two squads to tiny chunks or puddles of goo. The Troops standing by outside shielded their eyes as a bundle of flashbangs exploded in front of them, blinding and deafening everyone nearby. "NOW" Clyde yelled.

The kid got up with the grenade rifle and began blowing the outside troops to tiny pieces, her eyes fixated on one thing, revenge. Cass laid down cover fire with a barrage of twelve gauge shells, ripping those who hadn't already been blasted with fiery explosions, into smaller, more fine chunks of flesh. Boone, Veronica and Clyde rushed to the window, taking cover next to the doors and window seals. "Round two guys!"

Clyde and Boone began throwing hand grenades out the door, forcing the surviving troops to flee from the wounded near the building, who had now been reduced to paste. Boone proceeded to cut down any willing to leave cover with his hunting rifle while Veronica and Clyde shot the runners, who were too stupid or wise enough to flee cover and run.

Following that, the fifteen minute siege was over, and though exhausted the gang had done it for now. An entire division wiped out by four wastelanders and one pissed off girl. The street now looked like a ghost town, bodies littered the street and blood drained into the sides of the curb. The gang had only one more thing to do in the town they had just lay waste to.

The courier walked up to the crucified men and women and shot them out of mercy. The girl covered her eyes and grit her teeth as her relatives one by one were shot down, and laid to rest. "So Mr. Captain fellow, whose name will most likely not be remembered in some narrative about me, let us ask the jury what thy punishment shall be on the grounds of pissing me off." The courier turned and said to the man whimpering on the stands that the hanging corpses stood."Long Dick Johnson here shouldn't have the pleasure of death." Cass said kicking him where he had been shot. "I second that" Veronica added. "And you Mr. Boone…" Clyde asked turning to the sniper. Boone crouched down next to the crying bastard and took off his shades, revealing looks that could kill. "Thumbs down mother fucker" He whispered into his ear, sending shivers down everyone's spine.

The courier looked at the girl, drew his .357 revolver and walked up to her. He then pointed it at her head and pulled back the hammer. She closed her eyes and quenched her breath, for a moment she had solace, that she would die having avenged her parents. Suddenly she heard what sounded like a flip. She opened her eyes to see the grip was being extended to her, as if he wanted her to take it.

"Here kid, take it, the gun really isn't that valuable, let alone special in my eyes. The only worth it has, is a single over pressure bullet in its chamber. How you use it is up to you, but let me warn you, shoot that man and your life as a citizen is over; your innocence will be long gone. Those goons you wasted earlier, are just pawns. If you end this chess game of yours you will be an outlaw, a killer but you will also be free." he said as she gripped the wood handle.

She walked up to him and placed the gun on his forehead. "Please… don't... No… I-I have a family… you can't do this… spare me please!" He whimpered in pain and fear. She pulled back the hammer all the way. "So did I…" she said, then pulled the trigger.

To Be Continued in part II

Author's note: Holy mother of fuck! Finishing that was hard for some odd reason, most likely because of the new paragraph spacing system. I love the fact that this is actually my most successful fan fic so far, despite it being so shoot-from-the-hip from my typical writing and planning style. Seriously all the readers following me up to here thank you, your support keeps me writing and thinking of new ideas and your advice is much appreciated. Special shout out to Perseus12 and Darkbetrayer for getting through to me and helping write this chapter and future ones. Hope y'all enjoyed.