Hey Vsauce, Djpj here and with another FIC! And you may ask, where did this fic come from? Honestly, it was a spur of the moment thing, after replaying New Vegas for the hundredth time I remembered that Ron Perlman voices both the Narrator for most of the Fallout games and the Lich from adventure time.
So I thought "Why not?" and this was born, and if the title didn't give it away this will be set in Adventure Times gender-bent au. Why You may ask? Cause why not. Will this mean the lich will sound different? No, he will not, the lich will remain the only unchanged character in the fic and will still sound like Ron Perlman, why? Cause it's Ron fucking Perlman! Nobody can ever replace Ron as the lich.
Also, this fic will contain references, features, and items from the following mods. New Vegas Bounties 1-3, The Inheritance, Project Nevada, The North Road, The Better Angels, Advanced Recon series, Weapons of the New Millenia, PM's Sweeter Revenge, A world of pain, and King of the Ring. Half of these were made by the same person, Someguy2000, check his mods out they're a load of fun. (OPish Courier)
(I own neither Fallout nor Adventure time and both franchises belong to their respective owners, Obvio)
War, war never changes.
When humanity bathed the earth in Atomic Fire as untold billions perished in an instant. And for a moment the light of humanity vanished.
But Humankind has shown a resilience that none before them had, for like roaches they endured the worst Nuclear fallout had to throw at them and like roaches, they spread. And the supposed end of all things had only been another chapter of human stubbornness. Not only surviving but thriving in the barren wastes. Creating cities and nations that still stand today, with heroes from bygone eras still worshiped.
Heroes ranging from the Chosen Champion of an entire people to that of a simple mailman who found himself in the wrong place at the wrong time. These heroes are strong and courageous, and while not all are virtuous they all embody greatness and the light that shines ever on in the darkness, defying the all-encompassing void.
But the taint of life will fall to the wayside as even the strongest and brightest lights will extinguish under the uncaring passage of time and even darkness will fall as only nothing shall remain.
The First Part of The Journey
The Courier opened his eyes and found himself in the dark lying on hard ground, and after a moment began to grow irritated. "Jesus, how many times is this shit gonna happen?" The Courier stood up sounding more annoyed than anything. The familiar red tint in his vision and a glance showed he was wearing the Elite Riot Gear he had obtained while in the divide, the armor providing some comfort to him with the protection it provided and that it had become something of a second skin for him with how much he wore it. A glance confirmed that his weapons of choice Sweet Revenge and Blood-Nap were still in their respective holsters. And the familiar weight on his back, as well as a glance, confirmed that Medicine Stick was still slung over him.
Slowly the Courier grew a tad more concerned, he brought up his ever-trusty pip-boy and scrolled over to his items and a quick check showed that all his vast amounts of weapons were still with him, waiting to be used. His large supply of rations and meds were still there, hell, even his Roughin it! Bedroll-kit was on him. Behind his helmet, the Courier furrowed his brows, confusion setting into him.
This didn't make a lick of damn sense to him; why would someone go through all the trouble of kidnaping HIM; who was only just the deadliest man in the entire West fucking coast; And let him keep his literal mountain of death-dealing tools and medical supplies.
After some thinking, he concluded that either the person was sure that they could kill him in single combat, which either made them the bravest son of a bitch alive or the dumbest asshole to ever grace the wasteland, probably both. Or seeing as to how he doesn't have a necktie this person wants to talk to him and saw this as the best way to do it. But then again it could also be some mentally challenged raider-boss who wanted to monologue at him about some shit he couldn't give a damn about and then only after wasting the time of everyone involved, try and kill the Courier.
He was hoping for the second one but knew it was the least likely. So with a quick tap to the side of his helmet, the first mode of night vision turned on and made the dark cave easier to see in but it wasn't enough, so with another tap, the surrounding area became brighter and allowed him to finally see more than fifteen feet in front of him.
Before Six wandered into the cave he pulled out a weapon that excelled in close quarters combat and it was something of a favorite of his given how proficient he had become with it; The Riot Shotgun. With scattergun in hand, he began to walk at a steady pace ready to pump whatever fucker that gets in his way full of lead. After walking for a while he came to an opening, and after walking through it he saw what was on the other side; and he stopped for a moment, a feeling of deja vu washing over him and he quickly realized why.
"What in the goddamn?" This was where he woke up, he had walked in a goddamn circle, his boot prints were still there and an almost unnoticeable imprint was on the ground where he had laid earlier; probably because he was an obsessive hoarder fixated on grabbing anything that looks remotely interesting. But his issues didn't matter right now, what did matter was getting out of this godforsaken cave and that meant looking for something he didn't see earlier.
He put his riot shotgun away and began to look around for a moment before turning his attention to the cave walls, 'What if…'; Six put one of his hands on the cave wall and began to walk at a slow pace for a few seconds feeling along the wall until suddenly he stopped. Slowly he tilted his head towards the wall and brought his hand off for a moment before knocking twice on the barrier.
*THUMP THUMP*
'Found you.'
Six turned to the hidden door and began to feel around it, looking for… There! A small gray button was on the side, most people wouldn't have been able to spot it even with night vision, but then again he wasn't most people. With a push of the button; a circular line formed on the wall and the thin piece of stone was lifted upwards, merging with the rest of the wall. Six through the opening and continued on his way through the cavern. And while he walked Six couldn't help but wonder, 'How in the hell had I been kidnapped?' He would have felt someone dragging him across the Mojave and dumping him in the ass-end of a cave. Did they drug him? No how would they have gotten through the Lucky 38's security? Or was he doing some wandering earlier? Now that he thought about it some more he couldn't for the life of him figure out what he was doing earlier, it's like the past couple of hours had been wiped from his mind.
The more he walked the more he disliked being in this cave, whoever had gotten him had to be good at what they do. But this isn't the first time he had been kidnapped, and he has to say at least this guy was kind enough to let him keep his shit and not cut his body open and scoop out his organs. And aside from the whole, ' I can't remember the last twelve hours' thing this is probably the least horrible kidnapping he has been through. Compared to having your hands mutilated or going through the puzzles of some deranged child-killer; a stroll through a quint cave is not that bad.
Of course, he may be proven dead fucking wrong at any moment but for now, he was just trying to find a way back to the surface. And while walking he began to hear… something echoing throughout the cave. It sounded like a teenage girl…
"Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha"
Laughing? He began to jog at a brisk pace towards where the laughter was coming from. Reaching a corner he turns and enters what looks like a giant room filled with literal hills of gold coins.
"Jumping Jesus on a pogo stick! That is a shit load of gold, what the hell kinda place is this?" Six looked around the place and was about to go to one of the gold piles but stopped himself, for some reason this room felt wrong like he shouldn't be here. His every instinct told him to book it out of this place as soon as fucking possible and never come back to this cave ever again. Nowhere else had managed to make him feel this way, not even the Sierra Madre. He had to get out of here.
"Come, child of death, come closer so that you may fulfill your destiny"
He turned and saw a snail waving at him, its eyes pitch black save for two sickly green dots in the middle. Suddenly the world around him went dark leaving only him and the snail, slowly he walked to it with every step he took towards the thing the smile on its face grew larger and more distorted. It wasn't natural, he wanted to run; he NEEDED to run. But his body disobeyed him and moved ever closer to the snail.
"That's it, follow me to become what you were meant to be"
"Hehe hee hee"
Then he heard it again; the laughter, it coming from behind him. He spun around his hand on Sweet Revenge and his synthetic heart hammering his chest, only to see a girl sitting on a box. Six shook his head and took his hand off the revolver, he looked around for a bit, 'What the hell just happened?' he had to get out of this cave. But first, he needed to have a chat with the laughing girl.
The girl was wearing what looked like a baby blue long sleeve shirt tucked under a navy-blue skirt with a green backpack worn on her back; shocking I know, she also wore some kind of hat with what he assumed were bunny ears on top and some kind of buckled shoes worn over knee socks. Or were they called thigh-highs? She looked like she was fourteen, maybe fifteen; so why was someone so young wearing fucking thigh-highs? 'I mean it's her choice but couldn't she have waited until-'
Six vigorously shook his head to get those thoughts out of his head, 'What the hell is going on with me? I'd never let something as dumb as socks get me off track before, What kind of place is this?'
He looked at the girl again and noticed that she didn't realize he was here, she was fixated on some old tv laughing hysterically at what was on screen. It didn't make sense to him, The Courier can be hard to spot if he didn't want to be found, hell if he tried he could be damn near invisible to all but the most perceptive of people, even robots had a hard time catching him.
But when he entered this place he wasn't exactly the definition of quiet. So he silently crept up behind her until he stood over her. And as he got a better look at her, he noticed the long lock of golden hair coming out of her hat and that her face was gentle-looking with smooth features, the best way to describe her would be 'Chubby cute.'
He looked at what the girl found so funny and he grew a tad confused at what he saw. It was a golden owl, that's all it was; a golden owl just flying in a straight line. He tilted his head a bit at what was on the tv but he ignored it for now. He turned his attention back onto the still laughing girl. "Hey, this show any good? I don't seem to get the joke but maybe I'm just stupid."
He spoke but the girl seemed to ignore him and instead kept on laughing. Six grew a little irritated but let it slide, maybe whatever was affecting him earlier is doing the same to her so he tried again.
"Hellloooo!" After no reaction six began snapping his fingers next to her ear, still no response. He waved his hand in front of her a couple of times and there were no signs she knew he was there. He even tried obnoxiously clapping his hands next to her ear, no response.
Suddenly Six thought of something that might work, he wasn't sure of the chances but he did it anyway, after all, what's the worst that can happen, and he poked her cheek and had finally gotten a reaction from her.
She tried to slap his hand away but she barely managed to make him budge and instead made herself lose balance with the girl falling off her makeshift chair onto the ground. She looked up and glared at the Courier, though to him it was more adorable than anything, like something you'd see a kid would do when they tried to look angry. Which was fitting given she was practically still a kid.
She got up from the ground quickly while still glaring at him something that made her seem even more adorable given how she was nine inches shorter than him, "What's the big idea you jerkwad!" She then attempted to push Six away, but all she ended up accomplishing was making herself fall back to the ground when he barely moved.
Six sighed and leaned down and offered his hand to the now more irate girl, "Don't look at me like that, that was your own fault," the girl ignored his hand and got up on her own all while glaring at the mailman.
"I can do things myself, I'm not some little kid." the girl said while six retracted his hand.
Six couldn't help but feel amused at the sheer bravado this kid had. He was feared by a lot of people, and with good reason, the mere mention of him can cause even the most battle-hardened centurion to become un-easy, His presence alone has caused entire raider gangs to give up and cry for their mommas like a bunch of babbling toddlers; combined with this terrifying aura people felt when he got irritable, very and I mean very fucking few would have the balls to look him in his mask lens and call him a jerk right to his face, let alone try and push him.
Yet here was this little girl who was barely a teenager glaring at him as if he wasn't Lord Death himself bane of all things evil. He chuckled despite himself at how cheesy the title was.
"Hey what's so funny?" His attention turned back to the girl who was now standing in front of him looking more confused than upset now all without him noticing. 'Had I spaced out again? My god, what is this place doing to me?' Six shook his head slightly before responding.
"It's nothing, just got lost in thought. And I'm sorry for poking you earlier, you seemed occupied with that show you were watching." He emphasized his point by pointing at the tv but grew slightly confused at the sight of its now blank screen. The girl looked at the tv looking uneasy "I don't like this, I don't remember being anywhere near Billie's place" the girl looked ever more uneasy as she looked around the over-sized room, something Six picked up on.
"Billie? She a friend of yours?" he received a nod from the girl and that was all he needed. "Good then lead the way out of this place." The girl looked around uneasily before gesturing to him to follow her and started walking towards what he assumed was the exit. The two walked in awkward silence towards their goal and step by step the feeling of wrongness subsided, the feeling slowly leaving him lifted a weight he didn't know was there.
The effect was more pronounced on his companion as she had become more energetic and a small smile grew on her face, and he was glad; No one should have to be so jumpy. "Hey I wanted to say sorry for trying to push you earlier, I… don't really like being touched." He blinked a little as the girl spoke up while rubbing the back of her head.
"Eh It's no big deal, and truth be told I don't like it when strangers get all touchy-feely either so sorry for that." Six shrugged and continued to walk at a leisurely pace. Now that he thought about it this hallway seemed kinda long. "It's cool man, and I have to ask, are you an Adventurer?" Six turned to the girl and considered her question, in the technical sense he wasn't an adventurer as he almost always went through mapped locations; but who gave a shit about technicalities?
"Yeah, you could call me an adventurer." At this, the girl seemed to get a little giddy and got a sparkle in her eye. "That's so cool, I'm an adventurer too! Maybe we can team up some time, I'm still kinda new to this whole Adventuring thing, sure I've got a buttload of treasure but all the cool monsters never want to fight me, I always get lame old witches and weirdos." The Courier looked at the girl for a moment, confusion worming its way into him, 'Witches?' He fought his fair share of monstrous creatures but witches?
As far as he was concerned magic didn't exist, the only real exception he could think of was the forecaster, but even then the kids' so-called visions could be explained away as being nothing more than him being perceptive for someone his age.
Anyone with half a brain could see the war coming, House had more than just one person that wanted him dead it was obvious to everyone in the Mojave. And the scars on his face said more than enough. Plus that shit with Veronica was probably because the two chatted a lot, Veronica said so herself.
"Hey, what kind of monsters have you fought man? With that shamzow armor, I bet you've seen loads of action." 'Shamzow?' The girl looked at him expectantly waiting for some kind of story and aside from her weird phrase. Sure he had a lot of stories to tell but a large chunk of them aren't suitable for kids as most of them involved near death and very violent murder. And it was at this point that he realized he didn't know the girl's name just mentally referring to her as 'girl'. "I'll tell ya, but I don't think we've introduced ourselves." he reached out his hand to her so she could shake it, "I'm Courier Six, most people call me The Courier but you can call me Six."
The girl rose an eyebrow in response " Your name is Courier Six, like the-"
"Like the job and number yes. Now would you shake my damn hand already?" The girl seemed taken aback by his interruption but started to giggle a little bit, she then grasped his hand and shook it and he noted that she had a rather firm grip. "Well, I'm Fionna. Fionna the human." Six felt confusion worm into himself again, "why would you-" His question was cut off when the entire world suddenly went dark and everything disappeared.
"WHAT THE SHIT!?" Six began to fall downwards into the void below, before he could even think of doing anything he landed onto the compact ground not a moment after. Luckily for him, he was able to land on his feet, and avoid falling over. 'What the hell is going on?'.
He looked around and saw he was somewhere in the wasteland, but as far as he knew he had never been here. He took a few steps back but stopped as he heard the sound of his boots hitting metal, he looked down and saw a metal platform underneath him. He slowly turned around and audibly gasped at what he saw.
It looked like a Vault door but… it looked far more advanced, instead of a gear shape most vaults had the door looked like a bunch of interlocking circles that fit together seamlessly. The more he looked the more he realized just how big the entrance was, it was probably twice the size of a normal vault entrance, and not only that but the mountain it was in had a series of tubes coming in and out of the giant landmass.
Then something happened to his pip-boy, a dinging sound came from it, which was odd. As whenever it wanted to tell him something it would usually make a metallic grinding sound. He raised the pip-boy to his face so he could see what it wanted when he went over to the quests tab and opened it.
A Horse With No Name: Wake the fuck up Mailman
"What?"
Once again darkness enveloped him and he was propelled towards one destination.
New Vegas, Unofficial capital for the Mojave Confederation
September 2nd, 2283
Six awoke with a jump, he checked over himself and sighed in relief when he saw he was still wearing his Elite Riot gear. Some might call him paranoid for wearing the armor while he slept but in return, he told them to shove it where the sun don't shine.
As soon as he got off his bed three dogs ran up to him and jumped all around him, each one of them wanting his Attention, "Hey, hey calm down you guys." He crouched down and began to pet each one.
The first dog was more machine than dog with most of his body replaced by metal and circuitry and his brain encased within a glass dome. Rex was probably the second oldest of the companions he had managed to wrangle during his wandering days.
The second one was a German Shepard he found wandering around westside, the only thing he could go on for the dog was that his name is Guts, and another thing was that he had an old scar over his left eye.
The third dog was Cooper, the hound had been with him when he started Bounty Hunting in Frosthill and had belonged to… a friend of his. My god is it that hard to say his name?
Six shook his head, now was no time to start reminiscing. He stood back up and looked at his bed, right now he needed to figure out what just happened. What he had just had was a dream, He just had a fucking dream.
Not once had he dreamed before, well maybe he used to, but that all changed when some greased up shitbiscuit with his garbage checkered suit and admittedly beautiful gun; decided to do some impromptu decoration on his face using lead.
But aside from vague memories he had never dreamed before, never had any nightmares, and as far as he knew he couldn't have been able to do so. Until now that was, so how had it happened?
While he pondered, something showed up on his hud. Something that made his eyes grow wide.
✔ Wake the Fuck up Mailman
He checked his pip-boy, there was a chance that he was seeing things. The number of bullets he had taken over the years or the degradation of his cybernetics was a plausible explanation
A Horse With No Name: Go east
Nope, he wasn't seeing things; the evidence was right there in front of him, both on the pip-boy and the marker flashing on his compass. But then that begs the question, what caused his pip-boy to start a quest? Usually, a quest would start whenever he talked to somebody about what problems there were in the area or when he found an area of high importance.
He would stow that question for later, for he had another decision to make. Should he follow the marker? He could list various reasons for why he shouldn't, the first most being he had a fucking nation to run. But on the other hand… it could be fun.
"Hey I see you're finally awake sir, I hate to impose but you have more paperwork to sign for today, Oh and don't forget you have a meeting with the tribe leaders at ten." The voice of Yes man rang from the intercom he had installed near the suite elevator, and immediately six felt a small headache coming on.
Oh boy paperwork, Don't I just love sitting on my ass all day looking over constant bullshit rich assholes always threw his way. Hooray for monotony.
I mean it's not all bad, ever since he got in charge life expectancy in Vegas and the areas surrounding the city has improved, crop yields are improving, Trade with the New Canaanites and Wyoming Khanate is flourishing, Hoover Dam and Helios provide electricity for every community in the Mojave with the surplus sent to California as per their agreement, and with tech from the Big MT pure water is far more abundant now.
And despite some complaints about taxes, it's a hell of a lot lower than what the NCR would have imposed; and it's a far better alternative to those skirt-wearing incels across the river.
All in all, he is proud of what he and his fellows have accomplished; goes to show how people working together can accomplish a lot. But despite all this, his wanderlust was coming back; he was getting antsy from all this sitting around he wanted to get his blood pumping, face insurmountable odds, fight new and interesting enemies.
Hell, he hasn't been able to use most of his arsenal in almost TWO FUCKING YEARS!
Maybe it was time for a vacation. Yeah, a vacation would be nice. He brought up his pip-boy once more and set his mind on it. After all, he'll only be gone for a month or two and he trusts Yes Man and the tribes to take care of things while he's away.
Six sat at a large circular table within what used to be the NCR embassy, along with him were the leaders of the various tribes and settlements within the Mojave and Vegas, and together everyone here made up the council of the fledgling Mojave Confederation.
Something he had worked to build up for almost three years now, he worked his ass off to bring the new nation to where it is now. So why form a council when he could just declare himself king of the wasteland? He thought about it and maybe some part of him wanted to do so, but that would make him a tyrant; another House, another Ceaser.
He didn't want that, he wanted the Mojave to be free to make its own destiny. And despite having no more power than the other council members his opinion held the most sway within the group.
And usually, he would be the most attentive person at these meetings, but now he was too busy to listen to what they were saying; too focused on what he saw in his 'dream' and the fact that he could still dream at all. Why did his pip-boy activate a quest? Why was that girl... Why was Fionna there? And why did it want him to go to that weird vault?
Another thing that muddled his mind a particular moment within his dream, he followed the path he took in there and picked it apart detail by detail. And despite going over it multiple times there was always this skip in the dream; as if someone had just overwritten it. Like it never existed, and he wasn't afraid to admit that it worried him; what sucks is that he could only admit it to himself.
He shook his head lightly and looked over the people in the room trying to distract himself from his growing worry. There was the King, leader of the… Kings and the person everyone in Freeside looked up to.
The three heads of the families, Swank head of the chairman, Cachino lead rat of the Omertas, and Majorie the face of the totally not former cannibals of the White Glove Society.
Elder McNamara of the Brotherhood of Steel, a man Six held in high regard. Mother Pearl from the Boomers, the kind yet tough old leader of the Boomers. Sheriff Smiles from Goodsprings, Six was still grateful to the town for pulling his bullet-riddled ass from near death. Sheriff Meyers, he was a good man despite his… speedy form of justice, but then again could Six really criticize the man given his own track record. Marcus was here too, with the promise of equal representation for Super mutants and ghoul's he managed to get the mutant to join him.
Former Ranger Andy, tough son of a bitch and a kind-hearted man. There was Irene, mayor of Madsen and the North Road after Six killed all the raider captains there. And finally, there was Spartacus; leader of the largest slave revolt in Legion History, after the battle for FOB Omega and Hoover Dam there was a small chunk of Arizona that was up for grabs, and he took the liberty of 'Borrowing' it from Lanius. And when he came to a now free Spartacus, the man was more than happy to help the Courier.
Six wondered if he would have been able to get the Mojave where it is today if he didn't have their help. Probably not. He was good at what he did, but he sure as hell wasn't a one-man government.
"What do you think Six?" He was brought out of his thoughts when someone spoke up, he thought that it was Sunny but who knew. He looked and saw everyone in the room staring at him, waiting for a response and he would've given one; if it weren't for the fact he had no fucking clue what they were talking about. Maybe he should have been paying attention and he wouldn't be sitting there looking like a dumb-ass.
Six internally sighed, "Sorry, I spaced out for a moment. What were we talking about?"
As he said that almost everyone in the room shared a glance. After a while, Spartacus spoke up, "There are reports that a faction of former Legionaries are forming an offensive against us."
"Not only that but the raiders up North have somehow organized. Again." Irene added while rubbing her temples. "I swear the wasteland just loves throwing shit at us."
"Okay, Ok. I got it. You guys lead the army to deal with these raiders find out who's leading them, and then just fuck em up. Alright, and while you guys do that I'll go into Arizona and tear down those plumed shitstains. And when I'm done with that I'll go on a vacation. Sounds good?"
Everyone present looked at him like he had suddenly grown a dick on his face, or mask in his case. It seemed that McNamara was the first one to regain his senses.
"Look, brother, I know you are a very skilled fighter but-"
"Are you out of your damn mind?!" Sunny helpfully shouted, finishing the good Elders sentence. "This is a fucking army we're talking about! And you're thinking about taking them all on your lonesome?"
"Yes." He'd fought against worse odds, and what the hell are a bunch of roman wannabee dipshits gonna do to him? Kill him? As if.
"Uh-huh now explain to me, how the hell are you're so calm right now?" Sunny seemed like she was genuinely curious, and it was at this point Meyers decided to intervene. "I have to agree with my fellow Sheriff, I do not doubt your abilities… but fighting an army by yourself?"
"Oh ye of little faith. I've fought through worse."
"We're not doubting your abilities, but you can't go around being a one-man army. Even you have limits." It was now Marcus's turn to doubt him, seriously, after two years without action and people suddenly seem to forget what you're capable of.
"You naysayers can bitch and moan all you want but I'm still goin east. And nothing's gonna stop me."
Silence filled the room and everyone present looked unsure, some even looked concerned. Why would they be? It's not like he was going to fight a deathclaw bare-handed. Well, he has done that… more than one, But that's beside the point. He took another look at everyone in the room and sighed, his mask distorting it into a low growl.
[SPEECH] "Look, I know I sound crazy with how nonchalant I'm being with all this and I appreciate that you're concerned for me. But I've got this, you all know what I'm capable of; I'll get in, dismantling the operation they've got and I'll get out just a quick."
A small silence entered the room but it was broken when The King sighed. "I know you won't take no for an answer when it'll come to this, so go ahead. I ain't gonna stop ya."
"You were able to fuck up that cunt Hader, so I think you can take anything else the wasteland throws at ya."
"I shall not deny a warrior such as yourself the glory of combat. Give those bastards the what for!"
"If you think it's best, my child."
Six leaned back a small smile on his face, this is what he needed. A nice getaway where he could kill rapists and slavers.
Six sat at his workbench, taking apart a recently recycled microfusion cell and optimizing it. Some people found working with energy weapons and their ammo difficult, and so did he at first. But after a while, it became rather easy, like a lot of things. Once he was done with this he could see about making more hand loads for his guns, he knew he was running low on that type of ammo. And it never hurt to have some extra firepower.
"Sorry to bother you, but there are some people requesting access to the suite floor. Should I let them in?" Six stopped what he was doing for a moment and pondered YesMans question. After a moment he shrugged his shoulders.
"Yea sure, let 'em in."
After a minute or two, the elevator dinged and he looked over to see who had decided to come in. And to his utter lack of surprise, he found a group of heavily armed and armored people. The proper response to being in such a situation was to duck for cover and take out as many as possible, but Six decided to go with a different reaction.
"Oh hey, guys. What's up?"
It was almost every companion he had managed to wrangle together during his adventures.
"We know you're getting ready to cross the river into Caesar's land, but don't worry; you're not doing it alone anymore. No need to thank us." The first to speak up was Veronica wearing a smug smirk on her face as well as an impressive suit of T-45d Power Armor.
"Yeah, we're not going to let yourself walk into hell without at least playing the guide." Arcade stepped up and offered a small smirk much like Veronica's. Arcade wore his family's signature power armor and sometimes Six still kicked himself for not trying hard enough to get the suit. But it would have felt wrong to pry Gannon's sole connection to his father away from him. Plus he's kinda hot.
"I'm a little offended you didn't come to us straight away, I'll always be down for hunting those Legion cocksuckers." Boone had changed for the better since Bitter Springs, cracking a joke every once in a while and not constantly looking like someone just shat in his breakfast. Six liked to imagine that this is what he was like before the legion took his family from him.
"Yeah boss, you may be a crazy lunatic; but you're our crazy lunatic." Raul, a witty old ghoul that oozed sarcasm wherever he went; probably why Six enjoyed talking with the old gun-fighter. He also dug the ghouls' sense of style with the Vaquero outfit he wore.
"Must be out of your damn mind if you were gonna wait for us to come to you. Luckily for you, we care about ya too much." Cass always had a fiery temper but she seemed to calm down a tad after the whole 'forgive and let live' thing with the Crimson Caravan and Van Graffs. Ironic considering how Six very rarely showed mercy to those that crossed him, if that made him a hypocrite then… eh. Plus she's kinda hot.
"It's unsafe for children to go on road trips alone deary. Grandma knows you're a tough cookie but I can't help but worry for you sometimes." Lily is a kind old lady and is someone six thought a grandma would act like; if she wasn't an eight-foot-tall blue mutant that could tear a person in half that is. Even then she's a total sweetheart.
(Wiseful Beeping) I know you've traveled across Arizona before ED-E but so have I; you're not special. You wise-ass eye-bot. Still love ya, you little trouble maker.
He looked down and saw Cooper, Guts, and Rex lined up and all looking up at him. Guess they wanted to tag along too. Mutts probably didn't even know what was going on, just wanting to help.
"Thanks for coming but I'm going to do this alone."
He was immediately met with the overlapping shouting of multiple people and the hurt look on Boone's face.
"Guys! Guys, g- I get it alright. It's dangerous for me to do this alone, but I do dangerous shit while alone all the time! What's the difference now?"
"I don't know boss, maybe it has to do with the fact that you're wanted dead in four different states. And you plan to go to said states alone." Raul helpfully added.
"The problem being?"
"Six, look I get that you're the toughest person I've ever known, but you're not a one-man army." Cass tried to reason with him but once he'd set his mind on something nothing can stop him. It's why he crawled through the Mojave and fixed everyone's problems for little to nothing in return. Why he went after Marko even after getting mutilated. Why he braved the Madre, fought the White Legs, uncovered Big Mountain, and Traversed the Divide. He thought people would know this by now, especially his companions.
"I get it, really I do. And Thanks for coming all this way just for me, but this isn't just about hunting some Legion pricks. This is personal, and I hate to bring you guys into my shit."
"Just like how you brought yourself into our shit?" Boone grunted out tersely.
"No that's-"
"Six, Boone's right, you didn't have to help us with our own personal demons. But you did anyway. Hell, you did that with almost everyone in the Mojave and beyond. So why won't you let us help you?" Arcade started to pressure him, but it didn't help that Veronica started doing it too.
"We just want to help. So, please let." She talked to him like he was a wild animal that would attack if provoked enough. And maybe he was.
He could say something witty to make them at ease or put up some brave front and pull an inspirational speech from out of his ass. But he didn't
Instead, he grabbed his tools and activated an ability he had discovered when he first woke up. Doc Mitchel didn't know what to make of it when it first happened, it might have had to do with the lead in his brain activating some kind of mutant powers within him. Guess he had one thing to thank Benny for.
BULLET TIME: ACTIVATED
Everything slowed down to a crawl; his companions barely moving. And while it felt like he was walking through molasses he was still a hell of a lot faster than anyone else when he went into Bullet Time. And given his extensive cybernetic and genetic modification, he was practically unbeatable.
He pushed his way through the group, each unable to stop him, their faces shifting to confusion and shock as in their eyes he had just walked through them. He closed the elevator before any of them could enter.
"Yes man, lock the elevator access."
And with that command, he exited the tower overlooking the strip.
As soon as he exited the Lucky 38 he pulled out the Trans-Portal Ponder and depressed the trigger. Disappearing in an instant.
Six sat at the reloading bench quietly, his dexterous fingers working diligently taking apart bullets and enhancing them. Replacing the cap and powder was easy and he could do it in droves. He'd only stop when he ran out of brass and powder.
The personalities of the SINK usually talking non-stop had become unusually silent so as to not disturb their master. Six, in turn, was grateful for the silence; as it allowed him to think. And maybe he shouldn't have left his companions' behind, but they were getting too close for comfort. And despite everything they've been through; Six didn't view them as his friends. Sure they fought together, but did they really know him? No, they didn't; they looked at him like he was some kind of hero. A Messiah.
What a fucking joke.
He knew that eventually they would leave and carve out their own futures; he was fine with that in all honesty. He still cared for them but their paths wouldn't cross again. And soon he'd be alone again. Maybe it's for the best, after all this shit he's done; does he really deserve a happy ending? Eh, probably not; plus it's better to leave the brooding to Boone.
He reached for another case but his hand grasped nothing but empty air. He sighed at losing himself in his work again. He did this more often than he cared to admit but at least he wasn't taking chems and alcohol. Not anymore at least.
He glanced down to the Trans-Portal ponder and looked over the teleporter; the general way of describing how it worked would be Quantum Teleportation. His body would become a series of particles that are smaller than atoms and then sent to a location almost instantly, and once he reached that destination his body became matter again. It was hard for him to understand at first, but he thinks he's finally getting the inner-workings of it.
He got off the reloading bench and walked to the SINK Balcony; from there he pulled out the Trans-Portal ponder once more and depressed the trigger.
There's someone he needs to talk to.
Ulysses sat at the edge of the Divide, staring out into the ruins of what used to be his home. Even now he worked tirelessly to keep the Tunnelers and Marked men in check and occasionally Courier Six would join him in culling the by-products of the invisible fires. It saddened him that he couldn't save every Marked Man, but he took solace in the few that were able to see reason, like how the Courier had gotten Ulysses to see the true meaning of his message.
He paused when he heard barely noticeable footsteps coming from behind him, he turned and saw the Courier walking towards him; he seemed sluggish as if a great weight was placed upon him.
"Courier, you return once more… Has something happened?" Ulysses asked cautiously, he didn't want to push the man who had been through far enough.
The Courier looked at him for a moment and glanced away like he was at a loss for words, something that rarely happened. "I saw something, In a dream. It…" he stopped and started to open and close his hand; looking for the right way to say what he wanted to say.
"I'm going East, and I don't think I'll be coming back."
Ulysses looked somewhat shocked at the Courier, was he planning to abandon yet another flag?
"I know what you're thinking, and no, I'm not doing this out of choice. What I saw in there, it felt… real, way too real. And I feel if I don't go, there will be consequences."
"Why tell me this?" The Courier looked at him again, he couldn't tell but Ulysses thought the Courier was amused.
"Because you're the only person I trust to look after the Mojave when I'm gone."
Ulysses' eye's widened at the Courier's words; he had no idea the Courier held that much respect for the former Frumentarii. Ulysses sighed and looked back at the messenger before him.
"Very well, I will look over the Mojave in your stead."
"Thank you, Ulysses."
"There is no need Courier, now go, do what must be done."
The Courier nodded but not before pulling something out of his pocket and handed it over to Ulysses. As the flag-bearer looked over the object he realized what it was; The Platinum Chip. He raised an eyebrow at the Courier looking for an explanation.
"So Yes Man doesn't kick you out or try and kill you. The only way he'll listen to you is if you have that chip."
Ulysses nodded in response and looked over the Chip some more; all while watching the Courier turn back from his former home and walk back into the Mojave. Ulysses hoped that the Courier that had saved him, would in return stay safe on the road he was walking on. Whether he decided to walk it alone or not didn't matter, for nothing could stop the Courier in his quest to reach the east.
Courier Six
What makes you Special?
Strength:10
Perception:9
Endurance:10
Charisma:9
Intelligence:10
Agility:10
Luck:9
Height: 6'3/192 Centimeters
Eye Color:?
Hair Color:?
Sex: Male
Age:22(?)
Danger Rating: Extremely High (Do not engage if you value not dying)
Hey so this took a little while to do, but it was worth it. Not a whole lot happens in this chapter, but don't worry Six will fight some legion goons next chapter. If you enjoy it please leave a review telling me what you liked and what I could improve on. If you thought this fic is dog shit, please be sure to tell me how I could do better. Until next time this had been Djpj07652
