Fionna found herself surrounded by a never-ending void, an inky blackness that swallowed everything around her. She breathed in and out, steam billowing out of her mouth. It was so very cold around her, she shivered as she hugged herself to try and preserve some warmth. She didn't know what here was, or why she was there. She then heard the sound of wings flapping behind her, she turned around and saw a golden glowing owl flying over her.
"The cosmic owl?" She whispered to herself in confusion.
"Danger!" The owl shouted out. "Danger! Danger!"
It repeated the word over and over again, much to her confusion. But before she could ask, the Owl flew away. Leaving her alone again.
"What the?" She muttered to herself in confusion before she began to sweat as it quickly became hot, almost unbearably so.
Sweat fell off of her as she began to cough at the sudden temperature change. Her heart was beating rapidly as fear began to creep into her heart. She… wasn't alone. She looked around as she began to slowly walk backward, trying to get as far away from… whatever was near her.
"Run"
Fionna's eyes widened, dread filling her soul, a large skeletal hand slowly crept out of the void. Growing closer, two sickly glowing green eyes peered at her from the emptiness.
She tried to run; desperately trying to get away from it, however, fear paralyzed her as it grew nearer. Pure malicious intent focused directly on her. Unable to move the skeletal hand wrapped itself around her, almost crushing her with its unnatural strength. The two glowing pinpricks glared down at her, Fionna forcing herself to look back up at them.
"It will all be in vain."
She then woke up, gasping for breath as a cold sweat covered her body. Her golden hair fell past her shoulders as she placed a hand on her chest. Her heart thumped as she scanned the immediate area for any signs of danger.
Nothing was there… but she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion as she realized that she wasn't in her bed. She looked up and saw that she was in a weird gray metal room; shelves filled with various little knick-knacks. And a painting of angels falling from the sky on one of the walls.
She looked to her side and saw a toy t-rex and rocketship on a nightstand next to the bed. She tried to get up from the bed, standing up and trying to walk. But her legs failed her and she collapsed to the ground, the wind being knocked out of her.
Fionna coughed harshly as her body just refused to move, her legs felt like jelly and it felt like a huge weight was pressing down on her. Fionna shivered as she tried to get up. Every single cell in her body was on fire, pain shooting throughout her body.
Suddenly someone picked her up before gently placing her back down on the bed. Fionna groaned in pain as the stranger checked her pulse and her temperature. She could barely see who it was, her vision blurry and dark.
"W-Who- a–"
"Don't talk." The stranger said simply before pulling out a vial and holding it in front of her face.
"Drink." The stranger said; Fionna hesitated before opening her mouth. The stranger poured the liquid in the vial into her mouth, Fionna drinking it before coughing harshly. Whatever it was, it was bitter and churned her insides.
"Wha-"
"Don't talk." The stranger chided as he pulled out a bottle of water, holding it near Fionna's mouth as she began to sip from it.
"It's medicine. It'll help with the pain and your illness." The stranger said as Fionna finished the water.
She coughed lightly as the stranger took away the now-empty water bottle.
"Th-Thank you." She said softly.
"Don't talk." The doctor chided before sighing. "And don't mention it. Go back to sleep, you need to rest." He said before turning to leave, Fionna found a last bit of strength as her hand shot out and grabbed the man's gloved hand.
"D-Don't l-leave me." She said weakly. The stranger stopped before sighing and returned to her bedside. Letting go of her hand and took off his glove and held her hand.
Fionna wrapped her hand around his scarred and boney hand, feeling all of the indents in the flesh and the roughness of it. Almost like sandpaper; but she didn't care. The warmth was enough to soothe her as she slowly drifted back to sleep.
"Thank you." She muttered before falling unconscious once more.
Six looked at the unconscious girl on the bed of the SINK. He then sighed as he let go of her hand and put his ballistic weave glove back on. He then inserted the IV needle back into her arm after the girl had accidentally ripped it off.
It wound was clean however and the vein hadn't burst so he wouldn't have to treat it. He then pulled out a clean butterfly needle and grabbed her other arm, the stump.
Whatever happened to it, was weird. The cut was unnaturally smooth, like it had just grown that way.
Six wrapped a rubber strip around the arm before rubbing alcohol over the pit of the elbow. Plunging the needle into the vein of the arm before connecting a vial to the needle, blood flowing into the vial. Once it was full he took the needle out before placing a bandage on the place where he inserted the needle.
With the vial in hand, he walked towards the exit of the room, stopping before turning towards the light switch at the door.
"Let me know if she wakes up again." He ordered.
{"I'll keep an eye out, honey."} The personality said as Six nodded before leaving the room, walking past the living room and into the main room of the SINK.
He then walked into the newly installed door next to the balcony door and entered it. Walking into his personal laboratory that he had installed.
It was less a room and more a giant metal box with stuff inside it; a table in the middle of the lab with a terminal, an electronic microscope, and a chemistry set on it. A chair in front of the terminal.
Another table on the far side against a wall with a compound analyzer, a mini fridge, and a centrifuge.
Walking to the table on the far side he opened the centrifuge and placed the vial of blood inside before closing it and turning it on. The machine spun the vial at rapid speeds.
He then opened the mini fridge, looking over various samples he had collected from the girl and the captured 'goat' man. He then reached into the bottom rack and pulled out a Nuka-cola before closing the fridge.
Walking over to the terminal, sitting down and the chair and setting down the ice-cold Nuka-cola down, and began to type his next log.
{Log 14: October 14th, 2284… It has been three days since I wiped out the goat man camp. Girl I rescued briefly gained consciousness ten minutes and twenty-five seconds ago. During that time scouts and spies outside of the Mojave have reported sightings of anomalies all over, particularly in California and up north. Nothing too huge, mainly just rumors and small sightings. But it might distract the NCR for a small while. In the meanwhile, I've been drafting up a course of action.}
Six paused as he took off his helmet and grabbed the Nuka-Cola before opening it, he then took a sip from the cool beverage. He then continued to write.
{Regardless, samples taken from now lobotomized goat man have shown some similarities to humans. They share about 57% of their DNA and genetic makeup with humans. But what really surprised me was the girl, for now, I'll refrain from calling her human as she only shares 95% of her genetic makeup with homo sapiens. Her general biology is more robust than the average human. Denser bone structure and tightly corded musculature show that she's faster and stronger than the average person, almost like she had taken a perfect strain of FEV. A mid-point between super mutants and humanity.}
Six was interrupted from his log when his pip boy began to buzz, he looked down and saw that someone was trying to contact him. It was Arcade.
Sighing he grabbed the Nuka-Cola and downed the sweet soda. The drink calmed his nerve slightly as he got ready to take the call.
"So. Who showed up to our little shindig?" Six asked as he tapped the desk and lounged back into his chair.
["Boone and Cass have. ED-E too, that and the dogs are getting antsy without you around. But… Veronica hasn't answered the signal I sent, same with Raul, Russel, and Lily. And uh… there's this guy here waiting for you, he's also wearing some duster and it has the old U.S flag on the back of it."]
"Ulysses? I figured he'd show up sooner or later. Huh. Veronica must be too busy dealing with ghosts with her girlfriend. But anything on the two cowboys and Lily?"
["Of course you'd know who he is. Are you and he related? Sure you're not as poetic as he is, but with how moody and edgy both of you are I figured he was at least your cousin."]
Six scoffed. "Hey! I don't brood that much. And when I do it, it looks cool and badass. Not edgy."
["Yeah keep telling yourself that. But… are you two-"]
"No he's not my relative, he's just some jackass that almost killed me. But I almost killed him too so I and him are even."
["...What is it with you and having dozens of people who want you dead?"]
"Must be the Texan charm. But yeah. The others, where are they?"
["Oh right. Last I heard the two cowboys were heading east, supposedly re-forming the desert rangers. So we might eventually catch up with them. And as for Lily… the guys we had on her have reported that she… disappeared."]
"Disappeared? What do you mean?" Six asked as he stood up.
["She's gone. We have no clue where she went. Or how she disappeared."]
"Dammit." Six whispered. "Get some of the Bureau guys to look into it."
["Understood. And just before you start brooding again. The Securitrons and the army have locked down the borders of the Federation. Nothing will get in and out without your say-so."]
"One, fuck you. And two. Good. I'll be down soon." Six said.
["Alright. And hey… before you hang up. Will you finally tell me what all this is for? People are asking questions I don't really have answers to."]
"I'll tell you and everyone soon enough. Don't worry. I'll be down soon." He then cut the call before Arcade could say anything else. Six sighed and pulled out the Transportal Ponder and depressed the trigger. Disappearing in a flash of blue light.
Cass slouched into her chair, lazily looking around the dining room of the Lucky 38 suite. It's been over a year since she's been here and Six has hardly changed it. The only additions were some posters here and there and a bookshelf. But it still felt soulless and depressing. And it still gave her the heebie-jeebies.
At least there was plenty of whiskey, as long as she had some she couldn't really complain. Sitting next to her was Boone, the former NCR sniper. The man was wearing some reinforced trooper armor with all the markings taken off. The man felt more… serene than when Cass first met him.
Arcade was setting up some kind of projector thing at the far end of the table, facing the wall. The scientist was wearing a white suit and tie and was dressed all prim and proper.
Rex and Cooper were both on the couch nearby, waiting eagerly for their master. The two dogs are loyal to one man only. And the same went for ED-E, who was floating still; looking in the direction of the door.
But what kept her attention was the strange man a small distance away, leaning against the wall near the fridge. He wore some kind of sleeveless duster with the old pre-war flag on the back. His hair was in braids and the bottom half of his face was covered by a rebreather of sorts.
The way he carried himself and that look in his eyes just screamed danger, and Boone knew it too. That's why the vet kept his hand hovering over his pistol. But given the feeling in her gut. She knew a bullet wouldn't slow the strange man much.
Cass sighed and took another swig of her whiskey. Why was it that Six kept attracting all these super dangerous types? It's like he was a magnet for trouble.
"Speak of the devil." She muttered to herself as the Courier entered the room, the intimidating Elite Riot gear the man always wore hadn't changed one bit. But then again, Six wasn't one for grandiose decorations or personalization.
And as soon as Six entered the room, Rex and Cooper jumped off of the couch and beelined towards the most dangerous man in the west. The two dogs jumped into the mailman's arms and they immediately began to lick his helmet with affection.
"H-Hey! Ahaha" Six said as the two dogs squirmed in his arms, whining affectionately as Six set both of them down and began to pet both dogs. Rex's cyber brain lit up in joy as Cooper's tail shook wildly.
"I missed you guys too." Six said while petting the dogs, only stopping as ED-E zoomed up to him, beeping happily. Six stood up and petted the robot.
"Missed you too Eddie." Courier said fondly while patting the robot. His attention then turned to Cass and Boone. Six briefly stopped and glancing over at the strange man, nodded at him.
"Hey Ulysses! still being a mopey jackass?" Six asked as if it was a genuine question.
"Courier. I see your talent for humor still plagues you." Ulysses replied calmly, still leaning against the wall as Six chuckled slightly.
"Yeah yeah, fuck you too." Six then turned his attention back to Cass and Boone, ED-E, and the dogs following the Courier.
Ulysses grabbed Six's arm before he could walk further.
"We must speak." Ulysses said, deathly serious. Six looked at the man before pulling his arm out of the former frumentarri's grip.
"After." Six replied almost robotically before turning around. Walking towards his former companions.
"Hey guys. Been a while." He said as he walked over to the table. The two of them stood up to greet him.
"Been too long by my count. How's the hunting?" Boone asked, a small grin on the sniper's face.
"Been too busy at the moment to do that, mostly left that to the army. Might be getting rusty with no action." Six admitted with a shrug.
"Yeah, as if someone like you'd ever get rusty." Cass said as she punched Six's shoulder playfully. "You're too… you to ever get rusty." She continued, Boone nodding in agreement.
"I agree, you would have made a damn fine soldier… Or rather a fine Merc."
Six scoffed playfully. "Yeah, with my amazing track record of following orders from any of my 'bosses'. Like that time me and House went 'golfing'." Six said sardonically, a chilling chuckle came from the man at the memory. Cass and Boone laughed alongside him.
"Yeah. Anyways." Six turned to look at Arcade. "The projector ready?"
The former follower nodded. "Yup, all set up. You just need to put in slides."
"Gotcha. That'll be useful for…" Six looked at his pip-boy. "In a week or so. Thanks."
Arcade looked puzzled. "Wait… A week? I thought-"
"Yeah. In a week all the other 'heads' of the federation will come." Six said calmly. "I'll tell everyone about what's going on by then. Until then, I do have some good news to share."
Six reached into his coat and pulled out three platinum cards. "First bit of good news, all of you now have an entire week to relax and unwind. I'll foot the bill and everyone will know you're my guests as long as you have these cards."
All three of them looked at the cards apprehensively. "But-" Arcade tried to say before Six raised a hand.
"No buts. Just take the damn cards and enjoy yourselves. Don't force my hand and make you guys have fun."
The three of them still looked unsure before Cass sighed and snatched one of the cards.
"I expect a lot of whiskey."She said while holding the card, Boone hesitantly grabbed another one of the cards. The former sniper looked at the card as if it were poison.
Arcade being the only one to not have a card. The scientist sighed. "Not that I'm not grateful for the bribe. But-"
Arcade was cut off when Six placed the card in the man's hand.
"As the 'president' of the Federation. Take the damn card." Six ordered, Arcade glaring at his friend and boss before taking the card in defeat.
"Just know that I'm going to resist having a good time at every turn."
"Yeah, I expected no less ya damn workaholic. Now go out and have fun. I've got a mopey jackass to talk with."
Six then turned around and walked towards Ulysses, the man waiting on the far side of the room.
"So what is it this time? A new Tunneler queen?" Six asked as he stood in front of the former legionary.
"No. A Former Soldier of the Bear marked by the divide walked up to my perch and… dropped his weapons."
Six tilted his head in confusion. "What? You mean he didn't try to tear your guts out and put your skull on his meat bike?"
Ulysses narrowed his eyes in frustration, Six holding his hands up in mock surrender.
"Alright alright. No more jokes." Six said before suddenly becoming far more serious. "He didn't try and attack you?"
"No, it simply laid down its arms and left. I know not what to make of it, but it felt as though… the divide has become less savage. If only slightly."
Six hummed in thought, stroking the chin of his mask. "I'll have some guys stationed near there. You can-"
"No. The debauchery of this city will only weaken and annoy me. I shall stay in the divide, for the time being, come find me when you are ready to unveil the cause of the strangeness in the air."
"... Ok." Six said as Ulysses left, walking out of the room as Six watched the man leave.
"Huh. Now only two questions remain." Six said to himself before turning and facing his three companions, all of them still sitting at the dining table.
"Why are you guys still here? And more importantly, why are all of you so miserable looking? I specifically requested that you all have fun." Six said as the three looked at him with deadpan stares.
Six lounged into his chair, it was one he stole from the NCR embassy way back when. It was pretty comfy, he liked the chair. And while lounging in his comfortable chair, he was stuck doing a pile of paperwork with the many ongoings around the Mojave.
The New Canaanites have begun to rebuild somewhat and trade was now open with them, and the Khans and Followers in Wyoming have finally set up some settlements opening trade with them too. Hides, furs, and scrap from the Khanate; Salt and Water from the Mormans.
It'll help with food production and clothing. Six sighed off on the deals, trade with them will be ultimately beneficial to his new 'Federation', and having allies will keep the NCR from pushing into his territory.
Speaking of them, last he heard from his spies there Kimball was assassinated by some disgruntled 'patriots' for losing the Mojave. Gonna have to keep tabs on them.
And it seems that dumb prick Oliver bit the end of his revolver. Six smiled at the fact. The guy was a cunt, fuck that guy. He was tempted to throw him off of Hoover Dam. But setting up a spy network specifically to fuck with the guy was the best idea he ever had. And it seems like it paid off too.
But the fact that the continent itself had suddenly merged with another one from another damn dimension had him more than a little nervous. Even if nothings' really happening so far. Even then, It's got him cautious. The readings he got from the think tank were accurate so there was no way 'nothing' was going on.
To him, that just meant something bad was brewing, nothing was ever fine after a change as huge as this. Something was going to give.
Sighing he took out a flask filled with whiskey, opening a hole through the mask he had made to drink the alcohol.
Other than that, everything else was a bunch of jargon that he could skim through rather easily. Some complaints here and there about taxes but those guys can go fuck themselves; better than what the NCR chokes people for. Refugees were pouring in from all over, but they were getting checked through and were provided proper housing.
Helios and Hoover dam were providing a steady stream of energy to the entire region and were slowly being upgraded with some modifications he made to energy retention and absorption.
The Industrial Sector was fully rebuilt; production of guns, armor, medicine, and securitrons was up. Farms all over the Mojave were producing enough food for them to get by. But according to his calculations, they would have to start rationing food by the end of next year to avoid a potential famine.
He'd have to see into that fabricator tech the Madre vending Machines used.
The Hologram and Point Defense systems were set up around the borders of the Federation and would help protect from a sudden horde of bullshit the universe would send the Mojave's way.
All in all, people were happy with the current state of affairs. The riots that started when the Mojave was first independent are now nonexistent. Poverty, chem use, and crime as a whole are down all over the region aside from a few errant raider gangs.
But the newly created 'Sierra Military' will deal with them easily enough. A volunteer force with Securitrons making up the backbone. The Boomers bomber and the new 'Vertibird Airwings' at Nellis make up the Sierra Air Force.
Said Vertibirds and their schematics being oh so graciously provided by the Enclave Remnants. Both the ones from the Mojave and other groups that have come in from all over the continent.
Former Enclave Soldiers and Scientists that were brought in with a promise of a new life. Most of the former Enclave troops made up a good chunk of the 'Armored Assault Corps' of his little army.
Six knew that taking in what amounted to former war criminals was going to piss off a lot of people. But experienced soldiers and scientists would provide an edge against the NCR if conflict would ever start.
The Enclave's advanced technology was a boon he could not feasibly ignore. Even if it made the 'radicals' in the brotherhood hate him even more.
Sighing, Six took another sip of his whiskey, getting the brotherhood to join in on his little federation was a massive fucking pain in the ass.
And even when he did convince a good chunk of the brotherhood to adapt and join, a good 65% wanted his head on a pike. And the last thing he needed at that time was a large-scale brotherhood war in the Mojave. If it weren't for some Maxon asshole out East changing the codex the brotherhood would have gone around killing each other and it would have destroyed the Mojave in the process. Forcing the brotherhood out of its isolationist mindset.
It corralled most of the conservative elements in the Brotherhood and they agreed to join along with the original 'moderates' he convinced in the first place. But some smoothed-brained dickfucks thought it was some lie Six made up. That he impersonated 'The Last Maxson!' And that 'He was going to pay for his Hubris!'
Hardin yelled at him until that fuckers voice gave out. Yeah right, as if he gave a fuck about what Mr. Combover thought. Sucked that a third of the brotherhood left with the bald bastard into former Legion territory.
But given the current political nightmare in the Armored Assault Corps, he was happier they left.
"Oh wow. Another fight broke out." Six muttered to himself. "Wonder who started it?"
A fistfight between two members of the Armor Corps. One asshole is a former Brotherhood paladin, and the other asshole is a former Enclave trooper.
Regarding the political nightmare, it seemed that the former of the Brotherhood and Enclave have started their own fucking gangs in the Corps. And constantly butting heads in a massive dick-measuring contest.
Thankfully, fights breaking out aren't happening as often as they used to with both gangs staying clear of each other more often than not. And with members unaffiliated with either the brotherhood or Enclave staying clear as well.
At least the Enclave Scientists and Brotherhood Scribes got along well enough. Sure they didn't trust each other at first but now they're best of pals and work together on making better meds, weapons, and tech for the Federation. Oh well, even running a country has its own ups and downs.
"Yes Man." Six said, the terminal on his desk turning on as Yes Man's smiling visage showed up on the screen.
"Does SI have any leads on where Lilly might be?"
"No not at the moment. It's like she disappeared off of the face of the earth. Even if she's a nightkin, there's no way she could just remove herself from our notice."
Six frowned under his mask, he cared immensely about the super mutant grandma. To have her disappear suddenly made him worry.
"Damnit." He muttered to himself before sighing.
"Alright, anything else I need to know?"
"Well people in California are unhappy, which is no big surprise. What you pulled off at the Damn has gotten them increasingly riled up. All of those bodies and money were wasted. Most blame Kimball but you sure aren't their favorite person at this moment in time."
"Makes sense. But with how pissy they're getting I'm surprised more salt mines haven't opened up yet." Six finished his whiskey and screwed his mask back together.
"Your sense of humor continues to be your strong suit sir."
"Why thank you Yes Man. Lots of people have told me how much they love my jokes. Like General Ollie, man I'll miss ollie. His reactions to my gifts were hilarious."
"Didn't you send him a pipe bomb once?"
"No that was another guy, some fuck head senator that got mad at me for killing his pedo son." Six said with a wave of his hand.
"I sent Ollie a flashbang. Hearing him screaming his head off while stumbling around was the funniest shit." Six let out a small laugh as he reminisced about all the pranks.
"Good times, good times." Six said to himself.
"Happy to hear you had so much fun, sir. Anyways, the 'Road Rumbler' and 'Ebony' have been upgraded and repaired."
Six perked up at hearing the news. "Finally, can't wait to take them for a spin."
"Well it's parked in the garage bay, go crazy sir. I'll keep things handled here."
"Thanks Yes Man. You're the best." Six said as he rushed out of his office like a giddy teenager. Stopping just as he exited, his entire demeanor changed in an instant.
Radiating confidence and projecting an Aura of absolute power. Striding past the many civil servants and bureaucrats that worked in the Lucky 38.
Some paused to gaze at the president as he strode past. Six, even when you considered his upbringing, was a tall and well-built man.
Standing a head taller than most people at 6'2, with his Elite Riot Gear adding an extra inch to his height and increasing his already incredibly bulk. Making him look more powerful and intimidating.
Six reached the elevators and walked in, closing the doors as he pressed the button for the garage. Leaning against the elevator wall and sighing. He hates putting up those 'acts' but people needed to have confidence in him.
He practically vibrated in place as he reached the garage level of the Lucky 38.
Six walked into the garage and looked around, the Humvees used by Security lining the garage. Walking past as he looked for something specific.
Pausing before finding it. A grin formed under his mask as he rushed over to his car and his bike
The 'Road Rumbler' as he had named it, was a massive armored mobile home. Perfect for long trips away when he wanted to go 'hunting'. And it was good for what he had in mind for the gang soon enough.
The grey Saturnite-B armor plating was damn near indestructible, and it had been reinforced with chemical coatings. The large autonomous vindicator minigun on top would tear almost anything to shreds.
Powered by a fusion battery that could keep it running for years on end. All stocked with all the amenities one such as him needed. Food, Meds, a lab, a workbench, and everything else he needed to keep his stuff repaired while he was away.
But what he was focused on was his motorcycle for personal enjoyment. It was an all-black Lone Wanderer bike. It was modified with a small fission battery and a more powerful nuclear engine to increase speed and power.
Hopping on the motorcycle, Six revved it. The bike roared to life as it began to purr softly.
Smirking Six pushed the throttle and the bike shot forward, maneuvering through the garage he entered the streets of New Vegas Proper. The bright neon lights of the city shone around him as he drove through the streets.
Hundreds of people walked around as they entered the casinos of the city. Others walked around, drunk and now light of money as they went to the hotels around the strip.
As he rode past them, he entered the main area of the now fully rebuilt New Vegas. What was once known as Freeside was now where most of the city lived. Along with the shops and restaurants that catered to them.
Thousands of people lived in the neon city as Securitrons roamed about. Cars that took people all over the city driving to and from the city that never sleeps.
His motorcycle weaved through the streets with practiced ease, riding past the cars and buses of the city. People who saw him drive past waved at him in glee.
Kids running through the sidewalks, playing without having to worry a single bit about starvation. Fighting to have another meal. Securitrons and police officers wearing a similar armor to the police force of the Sierra Madre used before the war.
People walking around, genuinely happy. Crime is at an all-time low. The once-ruined apartments and houses are now almost fully rebuilt. Water flowed freely and everyone now had as much food as they needed.
He remembered when he passed by dozens of people in this city that looked like they were on the edge of death. Barely clinging on. Now?
Those same people were thriving, happy, and living in the city of tomorrow. Advanced medicine, transportation, water, food. Almost everything that the people pre-war had.
As he rode past more people took notice, cheering and waving as he passed by. Six waved back, a small smile on his face.
A part of him still couldn't believe this was the same Freeside that just a few years ago was one of the most miserable places he had ever seen.
Arguably the city still wasn't comparable to its pre-war glory. Crime was still a huge problem and the city wasn't fully rebuilt, especially in North Vegas. But it was getting there.
People were happy, they had all the necessities to survive. And to Six, it was good enough for him. But as he stopped at a red light, Six noticed a small crowd forming in one of the alleyways of the city.
Raising an eyebrow he revved his bike and drove into the alleyway. People noticed him as he parked his bike to the side. Some of them noticed him and murmured as they looked at him like a saint that has just stepped out of the bible.
Reverence and awe swept those that noticed the 'Savior of Vegas' and 'The Messiah of the Wastes.'
Six scowled at the name. He never liked the title, it was so damn pretentious, and to quote Cass 'Sucked his cock a little too much,' As far as he was concerned, he was just some cyborg asshole that was in the right place at the right time.
Shaking his head he walked into the crowd, people thanking him and shaking his hand. Genuine warm smiles were thrown his way by everyone that he came across. Six shaked hands back and muttered out 'Your welcome' and 'No problem'.
Eventually, he made it to the center of the crowd and saw what had gotten so many people gathered. And he was slightly befuddled, somewhat amused, and in all. Not completely sure how to act.
Because a horse was walking around on a beach ball, the horse walked comically on the ball before balancing on top of it.
"Did… did I accidentally take some jet?" Six asked himself before the horse suddenly spoke.
"JAMES BAXTER!"
The horse suddenly said as he continued to walk on the ball in a circle, most of the people laughing in amusement at the show, Six looking at everyone else in confusion. Some clapping as the horse continued to balance on top of the ball. Showing that he wasn't the only one who saw the horse. Or maybe jet had made a sudden and strong return, and everyone was just as crazy as he was. But that was unlikely.
'Huh, nope. I haven't broken my streak then.'
"JAMES BAXTER!"
Six didn't know how to feel about the talking horse balancing on the ball. But he did know what he had to do. People weren't going to like it. Pressing a button, he activated the comm system in his pip-boy.
"Yes man, I need a pickup team pronto. I found something the Research Bureau is gonna want to see. And tell the eggheads to keep him alive too. No experimentations and tell O'Brian no more fucking disintegrations."
{"Weirdly specific but alright."}
"Thanks."
Six lowered his pip-boy as the horse suddenly did a flip and was now doing a handstand on the beach ball. The crowd gasped and clapped at the display. Thoroughly entertained.
Crossing his arms Six thought to himself, 'Is this what I was worried about? If everything else is like this then I have nothing to worry about.'
Honestly, he was grateful that it just turned out to be some goofy stuff, but there was the cynical part of his brain that told him the worst has yet to come. And maybe… maybe it was right.
But for now, all he could do was prepare for it. He was brought out of his thoughts when the horse stopped in front of him.
"JAMES BAXTER!" It neighed out as it balanced on the beach ball. It suddenly jumped off the ball and grabbed it. The crowd clapped as the show finished, some sticking around while others left and continued with their days.
The horse seemingly smiled at Six before waving hello at him.
Six waved back.
"Nice show, really enjoyed it, your name's James Baxter right?" Six asked, the horse nodding in affirmation.
"... is James Baxter the only thing you can say?" The horse nodded again.
"Huh… alright. Ah well anyways, I'm gonna have some guys come by and pick you up. Run some tests nothing too serious, just curious about ya, that ok with you?"
James Baxter pondered for a moment, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. He then nodded in agreement. Six nodded back.
"Alright great, they should be here in a few."
James Baxter then reached toward one of his hoofs and took off the hoof, like it was a glove, revealing a human-like hand. The horse then held it out to Six, like he wanted to shake hands.
Six looked at the outstretched hand in complete befuddlement and looked up at James Baxter and then back at the hand.
"Uhhhhhh… yeah, no. I'm not shaking that. Please never take your hooves off ever again."
Ayo waddup. It's me again. Ahahaha. Second chapter, hope you guys still like it and I haven't single handily ruined any chance for this fic hahahahaha. All jokes aside I was kinda unsure of this chapter and I still kinda am but I think I got it to a point where I like it. Anyways, Fionna wakes up next chapter and Cake will probably show up somewhere in chapter four. And Six will show Fi the ways of Wasteland Karate and other fun things. Also goblins maybe. Anyways, on to reviews.
XxWildHeartXIIIxX: Thanks, glad to know that my work is paying off at least. Hope you like this chapter as well.
quentin3655: Indeed, Six kills a few mooks and carry's on with his day. But yeah, he probably won't kill any more people at least until chapters seven or eight, maybe chapter ten if I really wanna push it. Cause while action is cool and all, it's not really what Fallout or Adventure time is all about. Sure it is there, but not the main thing. Especially in AT.
Toasta: Glad you're liking It so far, hope I can keep on delivering.
Super heavy weapons guy: Good to be back, spent too long trying to get this out and now we're finally here lmao.
