A/N: Flashbacks are on going to be hold until I beat New Vegas once again. Anyway how have you guys been over the last few days? Good I hope? I'm doing good, well physically anyway. If we're going to start talking about mentally we're going to be here for quite some time. Please send me help. Again I'm sorry for yet another short Chapter.
I've decided that in order to get a better understanding of this particular Courier, I have to replay through Fallout New Vegas once more. Only I'll try to do a perfect in game representation as I've described her as in the Story.
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Chapter 14: A Needed Repair
Each of the books Six picked out at the library proved to be efficient at providing her with information on where exactly she was. In the beginning Six had speculated she had simply been moved to a part of the world that was unaffected by the nuclear war 200 years ago. It seemed possible as the same thing was true about the Oasis that the Wanderer had discovered so many years back.
The Oasis was in a part of her own world anyway. It turns out that she was now on a completely different one. You would think it might have obvious to her. Especially if she bothered to look at the sky to see the cracked moon. But even with her impressive amount of Perception, she was never the greatest when it came to seeing things that were happening right in front of her.
After several full days of reading up on Remnant, the Courier almost knew everything about the people's history. She learned about a supposed terrorist organization that called themselves the White Fang. Apparently in the beginning they were just another peaceful organization designed to improve relations between the Humans and Faunus. Eventually, like other organizations that came before it, the White Fang became violent in most of their acts.
At least they didn't have to watch their world burn. Six though to herself as she closed the last book on the table. She had been reading for so long that her eyes were actually beginning to water. But on the bright side if she was to enroll in a history class she would almost certainly reach the top of it. For now though Six had a few other matters to focus on. Most of her weapons, the one's she managed to hide from Ozpin anyway, were still in pretty bad shape.
Jury Rigging, Normally she would just find a bunch of random clothing or weapons that were no longer being used to repair her things. But practically every piece of clothing she happened across was marked as owned. Six wouldn't dare take them without getting the owner's permission. Getting her Karma level where it was took her a lot of time. And even more good deeds. Not to imply she hated doing them. Committing good actions gave her another purpose in life.
Trying to purchase the clothes off of them didn't work. Partly because Bottlecaps didn't qualify as currency on Remnant, which was probably the worst news she had heard so far. But mainly it was because people didn't like it when she ran up to them and started to ask them for their clothing. Trading with them was out of the question. What they saw as junk she saw as priceless merchandise. And the only things that they were willing to accept were items that the Courier wasn't about to give away.
In the end Courier Six realized she was going to have to get her equipment fixed the old fashioned way. As soon as she finished the rest of her classes and the opportunity presented itself, she would take one of the Airships back down to Vale and look for someone to make the repairs for her.
The classes she went through proved to be too easy. Turns out all you have to do is listen to what the Professor is saying then just repeat it back to them. With all of her work done she proceeded as planned. But as soon as she stepped one foot into Vale, crowds of people recognized her and started harassing her.
Clearly they were all still very mad at her. She couldn't really blame them for their large sum of hatred. After all it was only a few days ago when she almost burned the entire surrounding area into nothing but ash. That and you have to add on the fact that she was about to shoot a bunch of Police Officers. So in conclusion she wasn't going to reject justified hatred. Even if it did make her feel a little sad.
She tried her best to shrug the hate off and continue further into the city. Earlier before the Courier had left Beacon Academy, Blake had told her of a shop in the city called From Dust Till Dawn. It wasn't a very creative name. Apparently the owner had access to items that should be able to repair her equipment. Hopefully he would be willing to help Six despite her negative reputation with Vale's people.
Upon entering the store, she began to examine all of the items for sale. There were several large display cases situated in front of her that contained what looked like some kind of crystals. It wasn't hard for her to guess they were worth a fortune. If she were still in her mischievous phase she would have picked the lock right then and there. As for the walls, they contained what looked like large tubes. But they didn't have any candy, which was pretty disappointing realization. Each of them contained what seemed to be different colors of Dust.
How you would make even the slightest bit of money off of selling nothing but colored Dust was something that even Courier Six couldn't manage to comprehend. And you do have to keep in mind that she's the Courier. She's practically the master at comprehending all sorts of wacky and unbelievable things.
The back of the store didn't contain anything all that special. It mainly just consisted of a few magazines and small packaged items. After what felt like an hour passed, the Shopkeep finally returned from the back of the store. He looked to be a very old man. He was in the process of going bald. Most of his hair was gone, and what little remained was grey.
For his choice of attire it was a green shirt along with what seemed to be a red apron. Weird thing to wear in a store. Much like the people outside, the Shopkeep didn't appear to be all that excited to see Six. His hands were situated below the cases in front of him. The Courier hoped that he wasn't about to reach for a Shotgun or any other weapon that could easily be concealed under the counter.
Instead the Shopkeep just raised his arm and pointed it over to the exit. A way of telling Six to get the out of the store without even saying a word. She wasn't going to leave though, especially when all of her things were being held together with nothing but some duct tape and a few loose screws. Utilizing every bit of Charisma she had, which is usually more than enough to get someone to like her, Six began to explain her situation to the Shopkeep. Hopefully he would let bygones be bygones.
''I'm sorry to intrude at this early in the morning.'' She made sure to talk to him in a friendly tone. There was also a hint of exhaustion in her voice. She was never going to get used to waking up before 1:00 PM. Felt like a torture method. ''But some of my things are in desperate need of repair. One of the students at Beacon Academy told me you could help me out.''
Six removed all of her items from her Pip-Boy and carefully placed them on the counter. The Shopkeep was a little surprised with how much she had. It all consisted of her Ranger Combat Armour, the Saturnite fist, A Light Shining in Darkness, along with all of the other equipment that had been damaged in the Forest. She would be sure to get the things Ozpin took from her back as soon as possible.
However the Shopkeep didn't look all too eager to fix up the Courier's items. He picked everything up one at a time and handed them back to her. His response was accompanied by only one word. ''No.'' He said before making his way to the back of the store once more. Obviously Six was going to have to try a little harder if she wanted to walk of of here with her things fixed.
After pocketing everything all over again she decided to join him at the back of the store. Six tried her best to reason with him. ''Okay, I understand that you and everyone else isn't exactly the biggest fan of me. Can't say I blame any of you. More importantly I understand that my stupid decision could have gotten a few good people killed.''
I guess that it's happened a few different times before. She thought to herself but obviously refrained from speaking aloud. No need to give the guy another reason to think she's crazy. Along with that she didn't want to reveal that some of her friends had died because of her being an idiot.
''But you should know that I didn't want any of that to happen in the first place. I was quite literally dropped right in the middle of an awful situation. One which I barely had any control of. So the only thing left for me to do is to say that I'm sorry, and I would desperately like to move on from all of this. If you don't want to do the same I understand, it's fine by me. All I ask is that you at least fix up my stuff. Do that and I promise you will never see me in this place again.''
The Shopkeep, who didn't believe a word she said, slammed his fist on the wall to the left of him. His aggressive action proved to be enough to make the Courier flinch. He stared at her with an angry look in his eyes. ''I already told you no. Now get out of here before I get the Police involved.''
With all hope lost, Six just nodded and grabbed her things. For some reason she felt like she was going to cry. No one had ever yelled at her like that before. Unless of course they were an enemy and in the middle of fighting. But this was your regular citizen. A type of individual who usually looks up to Six. But none of these people did. They all seemed to have a vendetta out for her. Hopefully someone else in Vale could help her out.
Now that everything was back in her Pip-Boy, Six, being a little more sorrowful, tried to open the door to leave. But someone on the other side of it was apparently trying to get in at the same time. In fact they wanted in so badly that they were willing to kick the door wide open, knocking Six to the ground.
She let out a heavy grunt as she made the violent landing on the floor. Whatever asshole thought it would be a good idea to try and kill her with a door was hopefully planning on some sort of an apology. Otherwise they were going to have to explain to their family as to why their arm is broken.
Getting up from the floor, Courier Six tried to get a look at the culprit. Turns out it was more than one person behind the act. But Six recognized each of them. It was Cardin, with a smug smile across his face. The rest of his team stood behind him, the same looks on their faces as well.
Cardin looked at her and crossed his arms, the smile didn't go away for a second. ''Look who it is, my old friend Six.'' He was probably looking to get a rematch. There was a good chance his wish was about to be granted. ''I decided to follow you down here. Was hoping to find out what you were up to. That and I was going to drop by here anyway. Me and the Shopkeep have some private business to talk about.''
Before Six could respond to anything that Cardin had told her, the Shopkeep, now hiding behind the safety of the counter once again, told all of the troublemakers to get out of his store. ''Leave, Cardin. And take your friends with you. I'm not going to let you threaten me in my own store anymore.''
Six looked to him then back to Cardin. It was beginning to look like an opportunity was about to present itself. Cardin didn't bother responding to the Shopkeep. Instead he continued to speak to the Courier. ''Look, I hate you. But you know that by now. I'm guessing the opposite is true?''
She nodded, causing him to chuckle before continuing. ''Right. Well, get this. Me and the old man have a deal going on. He pays me a small fee, and in exchange I make sure no one tries to steal from the place anymore. Seems like a fair trade, doesn't it?''
The Shopkeep began to grit his teeth from all of the stress he was feeling. ''You know as well as I do that I haven't been robbed in awhile. Not sense Ruby dealt with Torchwick and his goons. I'm sure she would be more than willing to do the same thing to you boys.''
Torchwick? That was a name that Six remembered very well. It was the same person that sent her to Remnant. Apparently he was a robber on the side? More importantly Ruby stopped him from robbing this store? Now that is a pretty badass thing to do, especially when you're only 15.
She would be sure to ask Ruby about that when she returned to the Academy. ''You never know when someone might try it.'' Cardin said as he began to slowly approach the counter. He was going to try something, that much was obvious. ''Now, Six. I got an offer for you.''
Whatever he was about to say, it was probably something Six was most likely not going to want to hear. ''Help us get the money we deserve and I might just be willing to share some of it with you. We could also take a few things while we're at it. What do you say?''
Was Cardin being serious? Did the idiot seriously just ask Six to help him steal from somebody? ''Hell... No!'' She shouted at the team of four. There was a clear and short pause between the two words in order to help get her point across. ''These people already hate me as it is. Helping you would just make it worse. And in case you haven't realized it, I fucking hate you. Like really, if we were in the Mojave I would be stabbing you in the face right now. No sarcasm at all. There's just this thing in my head that makes me want to end your pathetic life. That goes for you three as well. Anyone stupid enough to follow this asshole around is just as dumb. Now if I were you I'd leave while I still can. Unless you want me to paint the walls with your blood.''
None of them made any attempts at leaving but they were all clearly made uncomfortable by Six's threat. Despite that Cardin proceeded to give his team an order that would prove to be one they would all wish he hadn't made. ''Kick her ass.''
Russel was the first one to try his best at attacking the Courier. For his choice of weapons, they were what appeared to be some type of Daggers. After returning to the Academy she would learn that they actually called the Shortwings. She thought it was an appropriate name.
Dodging swipes from the Shortwings was an easy task. Russel did manage to get close a few times but that was it. Getting bored by the lack of excitement, Six decided to end the fight herself. With one more failed strike passing her by, Six grabbed Russel's throat and raised him right off of the floor. Everyone was shocked by her absurd amount of physical Strength. They became genuinely scared when she slammed him into the ground.
If the slam was any harder his skull would have most likely cracked into little pieces. But the Courier had no intention to kill them. Hurting them as much as she could though, that was still very much on the table. While Cardin and his two other friends that happened to still be conscious were distracted by the sight they had just witnessed, she picked up Russel once more and thew him right at them.
Only Cardin was able to move out of the way just in time before he was hit. As for Sky, Dove, and Russel of course, they all smashed through the door and landed outside in the middle of the street. It was so beautifully ironic that Six couldn't help but laugh as loudly as she possibly could.
Last person to deal with was whimpering on the ground. Cardin tried his best to act tough. But in the end, acting will only get you so far. It's your actions that show who you really are. Reaching into her Pip-Boy, Courier Six pulled out A Light Shining in Darkness.
The Shopkeep's eyes widened upon seeing the firearm. He actually considered coming to Cardin's aid. But Six already had the weapon pressed against his head. Cardin, believing that his life was about to come to an unfortunate end, began to beg for the opposite.
''Please, stop.'' He said in a pathetic tone. In response the Courier started to slap him on the side of his head with the .45 Joshua had given her. Right after she stopped Cardin actually began to cry like a little girl. ''Please... I'm sorry about everything. Just let me go.''
It was clear he couldn't take much more. Six decided to show him some mercy. Hopefully he would enjoy it every second of it, as he wouldn't be getting any of it if she ever saw him misbehaving ever again. She spit on him before calling him a, ''Pussy.'' and going over to the counter.
For awhile the Shopkeep just stood and stared at each other. Neither of them said a word. But the Shopkeep understood why Six was standing in front of him. He was thinking a few things over. Finally he went to one of the backrooms and grabbed a container. Inside of it was more Dust. In particular it was that of the color orange.
He tossed it to Courier Six and told her, ''Sense you helped me with them you can use that to fix up all of your equipment. Now, as before I expect that you will keep your promise and never come back here? If you do I'll just have to get the Police involved. Neither of us want that to happen''
Despite not knowing how Dust could fix any of her things, Six put on a thankful smile and pocketed the container. ''You don't need to worry about that. Not one bit.'' She said as she started to leave the store. ''Make sure you tell everyone what I did here.''
Later that day a notification appeared on her Pip-Boy. It talked about her current Reputation with the people of Vale. Now she was Mixed with its people. It wasn't a big change but it was good enough for the time being. It turned out to be a pretty good day.