A/N: Happy Birthday to all of the people who happen to be reading this on their Birthday. For those of you who remember the events of the very first Chapter I made, you will Roman Torchwick never actually left the Mojave in order to return to Vale.
This is of course the reason as to why I gave the Chapter the name, 'A Need To Trade Places'. Because they traded places. At least that was supposed to happen according to a certain someone's scheme. You'll know what I mean later.
This will show what Roman will be up to for the majority of the Story. As always, please leave me an honest Review so I know what you guys think of the Story thus far. Consider Following so you receive a notification whenever I happen to release a new Chapter. And maybe even give the Story a spot on your Favorites. Most importantly of all, have yourself a wonderful day.
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Chapter 15: What Do You Need?
Hello all of my faithful Companions. If you're reading this then I am afraid that I have passed on to the afterlife. Ha, that was just another one of my famous jokes. Unless of course I am actually dead by the time you're all reading this. If that is the case if any of you happen to stumble across my corpse, I would like to be cremated and turned into diamonds. Then shot into space, because why not?
If Arcade hasn't told you guys yet, please allow me to do so. I'm going to be away for quite a while. I recently received a Quest notification on my Pip-Boy that told me to go all the way back to Primm. Seeing as I am currently absent, that should tell you all that I decided to go and check it out.
Now if the Quest is something stupid like shoot a couple of Radroaches or disarm a couple of mines, I'll still be gone for a few weeks, or maybe even a few months. Afterwards I was thinking about paying another visit to Joshua and Ulysses. Still haven't seen either of those guys in quite some time.
Might even head back to Big Mountain for a few days. There are a few projects and some experiments I'd like to test out. That, and I'm pretty sure there's still a lot of Mentats I've yet to collect. Here's an idea, maybe we can all share them when I get back home!
Before I go I have a few words and even some gifts for each of you. Chalk, I'm leaving you my Shishkebab. I hope that it serves you well in your many future battles. And for the love of God, remember to turn it off before you put it away. I don't need another fire.
Arcade, In the container under this table you will be able to find quite a few different attachments for that Plasma Rifle you love so much. They are very rare and they were even more expensive. So I expect to be thanked considerably when I return. My preferable currency is hugs.
I'd like to ask you all to do something for me and Rex. If any of you have the time could you please leave some flowers on his grave for me? You can probably find some in Vault 22. I think I spotted a few down in the lower levels. And please be sure to tell him how special he was to me.
Cass, you get Whiskey. In fact you get a whole lot of it. Dean, I was able to convince the Casinos to let you play for free for the entire week. So I would hurry up and go play some games if I were you. Boone, there's a map in the container that will lead you to a supposed Legion Outpost. I was unable to confirm if that rumor is true or not. But I suspect that won't stop you from making thee trip. Give them a lot of Hell!
And finally Veronica, my favorite Brotherhood Scribe. I'm leaving you the greatest gift of all. It's a small box that I set on a timer. Hopefully by the time I get back it will be open. And if not, well I know for a fact that you'll be even happier to see me.
Please do remember you guys, that while I'm gone the people of the Mojave are going to be counting on you all from now on. I expect each of you to do your part with helping out. More importantly I expect that you will do it well. After all you had training from the best.
Hugs, Kisses, and Fist-Bumps, Your Boss and Friend Courier Six
Boone placed Courier Six's letter back on the table. Looking under the table he saw the container that she talked about. After lifting it up and onto the table he opened it. This revealed what was promised to be inside. After quickly spotting the map, the NCR Sniper pocketed it and began to leave the room.
Seeing the act as a slightly offensive one, Veronica grabbed Boone's arm. ''Where in the Hell do you think you're going?'' She asked, her grip growing tighter and tighter around his arm. Boone yanked his arm out of her hand and continued on his way.
''I'm going to go out and check to see if she's right and there's really a few Legionaries at the Outpost.'' He said, turning around when he reached the elevator. He then started to load his Sniper Rifle with ammo. ''Why, where else do you think I'd be going?''
Blocking Boone's way into the elevator, Veronica continued. ''What you need to do is stay here with us so we can all talk things over. Six said that she wants us to watch over things while she's gone. And guess what, that includes you too. Arcade, Cass back me up here.''
By this time Cass had already pocketed every bottled of Whiskey in the container. She expressed her feelings on the situation. ''I don't think that we should really worry about anything too much.'' She said, looking through the container one more time just to make sure there was no more Whiskey.
A few of the bottles slipped out of Cass's pockets and crashed to the floor. After frowning she continued. ''Things aren't all that bad out there anymore. Besides, how long has it been since we've had the 38 all to ourselves? Too long I say''
Veronica only viewed this act as to be even more offensive. She looked over to Arcade for a helping hand. ''I've already talked to Six about what I'll be doing while she's gone long before she left.'' He said, admiring his new attachments for the Plasma Rifle.
He'd be able to pop a tank with these upgrades. ''What I'm going to do is continue to focus on watching over Freeside.'' The Plasma Rifle was holstered on his back ''Place is still the worst to live at in the Mojave. But you two, Veronica is right. If it wasn't for Six's governing things would have fallen apart for sure.''
''I wouldn't go as far as to say what she did was any type of governing.'' Dean said, all of the eyes in the room were now drawn onto him. The Ghoul would've preferred to have kept it at that, but now he had to actually give a full statement.
''Look,'' He said, hating everyone staring at him. ''All I'm saying is that it was more on the lines of occasionally watching over things and killing anyone who threatened her or any of us. That's not to say that it's not a good strategy though. Worked wonders against the Legion it did''
''I'm going to have to agree with Dean.'' Chalk said to the other Companions. He began to swing the Shishkebab around the room so he could get a quick feel for it. Then he realized what he had just said. ''Huh, you know I never expected to say that before. No offense to you meant.''
Chuckling, Dean said to the Tribal, ''None taken my friend. In the Old World that was a phrase said to me quite frequently. But enough about my bad lying habit. I believe that it's time I go win and lose myself yet another fortune. Boone, would you be a dear and hold the elevator.''
''No one is leaving this Goddamn room until we fully sort everything out!'' Veronica shouted, causing Cass to drop a few more of her bottles, Arcade to drop his Rifle, which shot a bolt of Plasma into the wall, and everyone else to focus their attention onto her.
''I'm Sorry, I didn't mean to yell.'' The Scribe apologized to her fellow Companions. ''But I'm serious you guys, we have to get to work on things at this very moment. After that you can all go about your normal businesses.''
Everyone else in the room exchanged looks to one another. Cass sighed and said, ''Yeah, you and the nerd over there have the right idea. It would be a real shame for this place to erupt into chaos right after we fixed it. I can always go and drink myself to death another time.''
Chalk joined his three friends. ''I suppose that I could lend a hand.'' He said, placing his new weapon on his back. ''The Courier would always do the same for us.'' The Tribal looked over to Boone and Dean. Both were still standing at the elevator. ''What say you two?''
To their disappointment, Dean stepped right into the elevator. He held the door open for Boone. The NCR Sniper had many reasons to stay with the few people he called his friends. But the one reason he had to go and kill the Legionnaires was greater than all of them. After giving them an apologetic look, he followed Dean into the elevator.
Dean's actions were expected, he always seemed to lookout for no one but himself. He wasn't expected to do otherwise. The team hoped however that Boone would finally give up his long lasting Quest for vengeance against the men responsible for his Wife's death.
Now with only the most loyal Companions in the room, Veronica once again expressed her thoughts. ''Well, let's get to it. Chalk I'm going to need you to go and get all of your Warriors. When you get them here tell them to wait in the Casino. Arcade, go and check on the Followers. See how they're doing on supplies and if they need any help. Cass, I think that we're going to need all the help we can get. Head over to Jacobstown and try to convince-''
What sounded like a gunshot rang out, and the Scribe's plan was interrupted. Now on full alert, everyone looked to see who made the alarming noise. Not that they would know him, but it was the exact same man who had sent the Courier her Quest to begin with.
Much like what the Courier though, everyone found the man's choice of attire to be very odd and out of the ordinary. Way more than what most people in Vegas wore. Before Cass could ask him what the fuck he was doing in their Casino, he began to speak to Six's Companions.
''Now, let's not do anything unnecessary here.'' He said, removing his hat and placing it on a table. ''How about we start with introductions? My name is Roman Torchwick. And if the information I was given is reliable you four are Veronica, Cass, Arcade, and... wow, you my friend have an odd name. How about I just call you Chalk?''
Most people would have been surprised that some random stranger was able to guess all of their names. But Six and her Companions were well known throughout the Mojave and even beyond it. So they were well used to being recognized. Except for Dean, who tried to keep his public life as quiet as possible.
Still, someone had just entered the Lucky 38, somehow getting past the Securitrons and recently added Turrets. It's an action no one has yet to pull off before. So questions were still going to have to be asked to the stranger.
''What exactly are you doing here?'' Arcade asked, his now upgraded Plasma Rifle pointed at the man's head. ''And what do you need? I expect it must be something pretty important if you were able to get past all of our Security?''
The man laughed, the question apparently being stupid to him. He took a nearby seat, not even bothering to ask for permission. ''You'd honestly be that bold to call what's down there Security? You might want to invest in a few upgrades, if you do happen to find the time.''
Before Cass could fulfill her need to smack the man across the face with her Caravan Shotgun, once more he began to speak. ''But enough about your awful taste in protection. You there, with the glasses. You asked me why I'm here and what I need. Well it is all very simple.''
''Very simple indeed. A friend of mine, someone who could one day be a friend to you all, has found an interest in this City. Her reasoning is something that has not been revealed to me yet. It better be a good one, because staying in this Hellish Region is starting to drive me insane. I'd like to leave as soon as possible.''
''Which is the reason that I came here. To ask you all for your help. With it I'm sure that we could turn this accursed World upside down. That way everyone gets what they want. The one thing that I'm asking for is your full cooperation.''
Everyone had just about enough of all Torchwick's rambling. ''Yeah I think we're going to have to pass on that plan buddy. However we do appreciate the offer.'' Veronica said to him. Giving the same statement her Allies would've used.
''You don't just show up out of nowhere and start asking for our cooperation when we don't fully know what we would be cooperating with in the first place. Now, if you could please just go out the way you came our live's will be a lot easier.''
Roman didn't waste a second telling the Companions his next piece of important information. ''Would you maybe reconsider if I were to tell you that I was the one who sent your Boss on that little Adventure. Because if I did I'm sure that would greatly pique your interests.''
His plan worked and everyone's now widened eyes came back to him. ''And that's not even the half of it. Let's just say that in a few days war will be coming to Remnant. And the Courier will be in the middle of all of it. Right next to a few old friends. And one older enemy. I was told that you're well accustomed to them, Boone?''
Roman's smirk vanished when Boone ran up to him, wrapped his hands around his throat, and slammed him against the wall. ''Listen very carefully.'' He said whilst choking continuing to choke Roman. ''If you're about to say what I think you are, then you best not leave any details out. Especially if she's in danger.''