Hey hey hey. Djpj here with anatha chapterino! Gonna keep this AN as brief as I can, but I want to thank you all for liking this fic and getting it to grow this quickly; blows my mind how this got so popular so fast, so again thanks.
Also quick self-promo but if you like this fic then be sure to check out my other fics too, Improbable Fates and the Lions Proving Ground; the next chapters for both fics are under-way.
No, Without further adieu, enjoy
2281
Six: Level 5
Age:19(?)
"Most Patients don't get out of bed and walk like they were in perfect control. You're unusual I'll say that."
There it is; Primm Pass.
Six strolled up to the opening with an old Leather duster and a beat-up police vest protecting his abdomen, his dust-covered boots have most definitely seen better days, and his washed-up jeans need a couple of stitches.
Covering his head was a black desperado hat and over his face was a blue Bandana and a pair of Motorcycle goggles.
He shook his head lightly trying to get some of the dust off and walked towards the pass; maybe this way he can get to Vegas faster and shove his boot up that checkered fucks ass.
Get some booze and chems too cause he was fuckin parched right now
Six plopped his backpack onto the ground and took a moment to stretch and get all the kinks out.
A series of pops emanating from both his back and neck relieved some of the pressure of traveling for so long.
He checked his pip-boy one more time to make sure he was going where he wanted to be going and was relieved to find his good for nothing sense of direction hadn't screwed up his route.
He sighed before pulling out a large bottle of rum and a few jet inhalers from his backpack, eyeing the bottle and chems hungrily from under his goggles.
His birthday was gonna be in a few days so might as well celebrate early. Starting with the chems naturally; Nothing quite like the rush of jet.
After his daily dose of jet he began to take the top of the bottle off and down the liquor; as he drank something walked in from beyond the pass.
It was large, a truly monstrous creature with teeth bigger than a human finger and claws sharp enough to cut through power armor.
A Deathclaw in all its horrifying glory looked out towards the wasteland, looking for any prey; and thankfully… It was facing away from the Courier.
Unfortunately, Six, having the perception of a blind bat, was too preoccupied with his early birthday celebration to notice the wasteland's most dangerous creature.
Just as six finished the drink and set it down, he finally noticed the three-meter tall alpha predator. Six slowly got up and took a few cautious steps back, hoping not to alert the Lizard.
*CRUNCH*
He cringed as a loud crunch coming from underneath his boot reverberated all around the pass.
Slowly the Deathclaw turned around and looked at the still mailman. And for a moment their eyes connected and they stared at each other for a moment.
(Play Rango OST 07. Lizard For Lunch)
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"
Six ran as fast as humanly possible, screaming at the top of his lungs all the while. Hoping beyond hope to not end up becoming lunch for a very hungry lizard.
Said Lizard was chasing the weirdly fast mailman, the Deathclaw was drooling at the mere thought of getting some more tasty human.
Six would sometimes see the deathclaw getting closer and in response, the mailman would start running faster.
Just then something in the corner of his eye appeared and for a moment it gave him unending joy.
Roll of Luck:5
"Fuck Yeah!"
Roll of Doom:6
Before he could react his left leg and arm had suddenly bent the wrong fucking way. "SON OF A BITCH!"
He couldn't stop so he began bunny hopping on his only functioning leg, hoping beyond hope to get out with his life intact.
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck, I hate you universe I hate you so fucking much!"
Meanwhile off in the distance, a small group of Powder Gangers sat around a table playing some poker while listening to some tunes on the radio.
After a moment all but one began to groan in disappointment.
"WOOOO! Fuck yeah! Third time in a row!"
"Man fuck you and your dumb fuck luck streak."
Most of the gangers there nodded in agreement, just wishing that the grinning asshole at the head of the table would finally lose.
The winner just grinned even more. "Man don't hate me cause I'm beautiful, bitch, And it got nothing to do with luck. Ya boy's just that good and I…" He paused while looking at the distance.
"Hey what the fuck is that in that ova there?" He emphasized by pointing over in the distance.
The other convicts turned to look at where the winner was pointing and saw a dust-covered cowboy running towards them at full speed.
"Hey! It's that sumbitch Courier that fucked our boys up in Goodsprings! Let's get 'em!"
The rest of the thugs yelled in approval as they gathered their weapons and began to march towards the Courier.
Only to stop when they saw the reason why the Courier was running so fast.
"RUN! FUCKIN RU-"
"OUTTA MY GODDAMN WAY!"
The man was suddenly and very violently pushed aside as Six ran through the powder gangers and continued moving in a full sprint… or in this case, bunny hopping.
The Gangers however didn't have the option to run as they found themselves underneath the shadow of a twelve-foot tall apex predator. And boy was it fucking hungry.
Six ignored the wails of agony coming from behind him as he continued to run, and he kept on running.
He didn't stop until found himself at the NCR Mojave Outpost, surrounded by heavily armed infantry grunts and Ranger marksmen.
Never before had he been so grateful to the NCR for being a bunch of Imperialistic and land-hungry Bastards. Hell, he'd kiss that Kibble guy for sending NCR into the Mojave in the first place.
As he stopped hopping he fell onto his knees, exhaustion came up to haunt him as he gulped down air greedily while drenched in sweat; after a moment he pulled down his bandana revealing pale skin and a growing stubble.
"Hah HA hahaha! FUCK YOU UNIVERSE! I WIN AGAIN! I AM UNKILLABLE AND UNBEATABLE Bleugh!"
As soon as those words left his mouth the mailman threw up the contents of his stomach all over the ground in front of him. His vision began to blur and he felt his strength begin to leave him.
He almost collapsed to the ground but was swiftly caught and hauled back up to his feet.
He saw that it was some grizzled looking trooper steadying the half-conscious Courier.
"Jesus man looks like you ran a dozen marathons. Are you alright man?"
Through many gasps of air Six finally managed to utter out a single word to answer the man. "... De- Deathclaw."
"... Well shit. That explains why you're so out of breath. Let's get you into the bar so you can cool down."
Six just nodded in acceptance, thanking the trooper for helping this Dumbass Courier.
The sooner he could get some alcohol in him the sooner he could get on with his journey.
"So you ran from a monster in your early career? And while running your leg and arm broke because of… Bad Luck?"
"Yes. And it wasn't just any monster, one of the worst you could go up against. I've seen a single deathclaw wipe out entire squads of Soldiers."
Six paused for a moment before pulling out a favorite of his, The Fist of the North Rawr. A deathclaw gauntlet taken from a legendary deathclaw he killed while in the divide. Fionna's eyes widened a little at the sheer size of the weapon.
"They're Freaks that are faster than sin and can gut ya in an instant." Six put his hand into the gauntlet, the mold fitting snugly around his arm.
"When I was young and stupid they gave me a hell of a lot of trouble. But now… Now it's no different from fighting rats."
Fionna's eyes sparkled at Six's words, she took in the weapon in his hand and couldn't help but feel giddy.
This ultra wowzow adventurer was gonna partner up with her soon. It almost felt like she was going to fight alongside Billie as she heard six's stories.
"That's so cooooool! Wow, you're just so cool, I can't wait to meet you and-"
"Hold your horses, when I say it's as easy as fighting rats. I mean the Normal Variants of Deathclaw." Six said firmly before continuing on about deathclaws and the variants of the Species.
"A Mother Deathclaw can and will fu… screw me up if I let it get a hit in, but overall still easy to deal with. Alphas are a similar story to the mothers. Legendary Variants on the other hand… well the only way I'll come out of that alive is if I get the drop on me."
Fionna stopped and considered the Veteran Explorer's words for a moment. "So not all of them are easy to deal with then?"
"Hell, none of them are easy to fight. It's only easy for me now cause I'm a pro when it comes to this sort of thing."
"So if I tried to fight one of these monster's then…"
"... Look kid, no offense but I don't think you've got what it takes to take on a deathclaw yet."
Fionna looked down and brought her knees close to her chest, an expression of sadness on her face. Something about that made Six feel bad for some reason.
"*sigh* Look, kid. I'm not trying to be rude here, but I've been wandering since… Shit since I was five years old."
"Woah. And… I know you're not trying to be rude; I'm just trying to make you feel bad."
"Hah! You're evil kid, ya know that?"
"What can I say, I get it from my mom." She said while lightly giggling at both her own and the Courier's remark, and right then and there Six knew he was going to enjoy talking to this kid.
Maybe he'd even teach her how to kick-ass and take names. Maybe though; maybe.
"Hey if you don't mind… Why do you call yourself Courier Six?" It was a simple question, but it was a simple question for something Six didn't like answering.
So Six did what he did best, leave a conversation when it suited him. He could hear Fionna calling out for him to stop and come back. But it was too late.
He was already gone, and in his wake left a confused and saddened girl who only wanted to get to know her new friend just a little bit better.
Feet don't fail me
Six walked at an even and calm pace through the wasteland. Senses on high alert for any dipshit the ever-lovely desert tried to send his way; taking extra precaution to stay clear of dry wells.
While traveling to Dry Wells and the Long 15 was fun, he didn't feel like surrounding himself with mistakes born of anger.
Better than being in the Mile at any rate. He shuddered at the memory of going there. At least he got a shit load of loot from the endeavor. Plus his favorite tool for quick and precise slices.
My god did he love Bloop-Nap, the knife had cut down deathclaw and dumbass alike with ease.
But enough about his knife; he was making decent progress and by his estimate, he would make it to Phoenix in about a day or two. Provided someone didn't try and take a shit on his plans.
[PERCEPTION] Ah shit. Six stopped in his track and began to look around for whatever set off his danger sense; it was then that he noticed it. A small glint off in the distance.
Immediately Six dove into a roll, and at that moment something impacted where he was standing and was soon followed by a cascading boom.
Always something. Six dove behind a boulder and pulled out Medicine Stick, by the time the sniper adjusted his crosshair over the boulder Six had already slipped by to another rock; his natural-born stealth making it all possible.
He reached towards his helmet and pressed a button turning on the infra-red optics within the helmet.
Some might call turning on heat vision in a desert stupid. And those people would normally be right, but six had enough experience to distinguish body heat and desert heat. Combined with his superhuman eyesight and the Advanced Sensors stored within the helmet; there was nothing he couldn't hit.
Then Six found his target, an orange blob hiding within the dunes from around a hundred meters away. A shot he could easily make, Especially with his rifle of choice.
Six carefully lined up the iron sights of the Lever-Action, and after taking a breath he fired.
*BANG*
Satisfaction rose within him as he saw the blob explode into little chunky bits. Another would-be assassin added to the kill count. Thank you, Simo.
Six began the trek towards the sniper to see if the fucker had anything to show who exactly ordered the hit on him.
He made a hell of a lot of enemies over the years, from people whose lives were ruined because of his actions to angry family members of some asshat he killed; different hits made by different people. Made no difference to him.
In the end, they would all get their due. He shook his head lightly, that kind of thinking is why so many people wanted him dead.
Hell, he wouldn't be surprised if it was some NCR merc sent to off him so those stuck up pricks could finally have the Mojave.
Fuckin greedy bastards, not all of them are bad though. Crocker's a good guy, even if he is a bit of a brown noser.
Within a few moments Six was in front of the hitman sent after him… or at least what was left of the guy.
Six crouched down and rummaged through the bits of gore; somehow everything on the guy survived despite his being nothing more than bloody chunks.
That was something that always happened around six for some reason, maybe it was the 'Devil in him' as Daniel so eloquently put during his time in Zion. Six pushed those thoughts away and took inventory of his newly acquired loot.
Some .308 rounds, a hunting rifle, a couple of cigs, and a note. He stashed those first two for later while throwing the death sticks away; took a look at the slip of paper. And with a single glance, he knew immediately who sent this guy.
Wanted: Dead
Courier Six
For crimes against Syndicate
Payout: 30,000 caps
Note: extra 5,000 for Remington and Ranger Sequoia found on Bounty
Sweet Jesus; Guess old Khagen was getting serious about this whole 'revenge' thing. Hell, he'd consider turning himself in if it meant getting a chance to finally meet the Boss of the Outfit.
It certainly wasn't his craziest idea, but he had more important things to do. Such as kicking the ass of whoever was dumb enough to try and attack the Mojave while already in a fucking civil war.
Sometimes it feels like the Wasteland is constantly breeding more and more dumbasses. Six sighed before moving on, continuing towards his destination.
Fionna couldn't help but feel bad, for whatever reason her new friend was upset at her. She couldn't fathom why he got upset over something as small as his name; he was always friendly and nice but that one question seemed to tick him off.
"You ok Fionna? You've barely touched your waffle burgers."
She was taken out of her thoughts at her sister's prodding. She felt even worse now that Cake was concerned for her, she wasn't the only one either.
Prince Gumball had been coming over frequently to see if she was alright and heck even Marshal Lee stopped by last night cause 'I could smell your despair from a mile away Fi, and it was makin me all sad and junk'.
"I'm fine cake, it's just…"
"Is it because of that dream guy? Six or whatever his name was?"
"Courier Six… and yeah. It's just, I don't get it Cake. One moment we were joking around and the next he was all razzle frazzle and… he left, just walked out of the question! Urgh!" She groaned at her apparent inability to understand the why of her dream buddy's sudden mood change and decision to suddenly abandon her.
Cake stretched her paws over and hugged the girl, giving her a small amount of comfort before pulling herself closer to her younger sister and enveloping the young girl into an even larger hug.
Once Cake let go Fionna seemed to look a little better. "Thanks, Cake, I needed that."
"It's no problem honey, what big sisters are for. Now back to your dream buddy, I think it might be something deeply personal for him, something most people don't like talking about. Like you and your hat, or me and my criminal past, ya understand?"
Fionna looked at Cake for a moment; she seemed both worried and upset, her thoughts focused back on her dream friend and what Cake had said.
"I guess…" Fionna shrugged and looked back at the now cold waffles burger and picked it up. "What should I say when I see him again?"
"Tell him off for being a jerk, just cause he's got some problems of his own doesn't mean he's got to be rude to you. I don't care how scary he is, I would have smacked him relentlessly for doing that to you."
Fionna lightly giggled and the sound put a small smile on Cake's face, she always wanted what's best for her baby sister and she always hated seeing her in pain. Suddenly Cake had a brilliant idea.
"You know what? We haven't fought any minotaurs in a while, so how about Fi?"
A small giddiness entered the girl as she shot up from the table. "What kind of question is that? I'm always down for fighting monsters!"
"Then let's get to it honey!"
As the two went out to go on another adventure Fionna allowed one last to go back to Six, and briefly wondered what the former mailman was doing. And with this thought panic shot through her, 'Oh glob what if he's a ghost!?'
It was at this moment that Six currently wished he was a ghost. Sure he'd have to die to do it, but being able to fuck with people consequence-free was a nice deal; plus being shot at would suck a whole lot less.
Speaking of being shot at. "SON OF A BITCH!" a small amount of pain flared upon his shoulder as the armor pad had barely deflected a 50 BMG round. Only seen em twice so far and he already hates the Purple Pedos.
"Kill the Demon! KILL IT NOW!"
Six jumped over a boulder and took cover just as a hail of bullets and spears rained down on his position. He waited a moment before putting away his M14 and pulling out two frag grenades, cooking them for a moment before lobbing them over the boulder into the legion positions.
"RU-" *BOOM*
Six pulled out a medicine stick once more and popped out of cover, the land covered in body parts and gore.
Six shouldered the lever-action as time seemingly slowed down and as took in what remained of the Legion forces. Thirty-three in total, easy as cake.
Without a moment's notice, eight shots rang out as eight heads exploded, covering the legionaries and sand with grey matter and bits of skull. His hands quickly reloaded the rifle before six leaped out of another hail of bullets.
He rolled to avoid more bullets flying past him, the rifle let out eight more rounds as eight more heads exploded. With no time to reload, Six lept towards one legionary in a moment and slammed the butt of his rifle into the man's jaw; shattering it instantly.
Six grabbed the body and used it to block the next volley of bullets coming right at him. The shield breaking apart from the rounds tearing through bones and flesh with ease, his ever-reliable armor stopping any rounds that got through.
With a kick, the mangled body flew towards the last of the legionaries crashing into one of them with enough force to knock him over.
Medicine stick seemingly vanished from thin air as Sweet Revenge and the Courier's Sequoia appeared in both hands.
The combined might of .44 Magnum and 45-70 govt tore through the legionnaires. Ripping bodies opening and tearing limbs in two, none could survive the Courier's wrath.
The last four standing looked at him with fear in their eyes, each one of them locked with terror as the all-black armor of the Courier seemingly superimposed itself over the sun itself, blocking all light from the area; the air grew coppery and hot as their terror grew tenfold when the demon before them took out an ax with a gleaming silver head.
With the speed of death itself, the Courier rushed the last legionaries who could only scream in pure horror.
Knock Knock in hand Six dismembered the last enemies standing staining the sand with guts and gore, limbs and bones left pulverized from the Courier's sheer brutality.
Strangely enough, however, none of the blood had gotten on the courier himself; any landing on him disappearing almost immediately.
Six took a look around and sighed, he was going too far again. Got caught up in the moment and… this happened, and now he felt that same bitter sensation come up again.
He always hated that feeling; this was precisely why people viewed him as 'overly brutal'. As if he liked doing this.
But to be called an actual demon was both a little funny and a little unnerving. Funny in the sense that people were this scared of getting him angry. And unnerving in that people were this scared of getting him angry.
It was then that Six noticed a slip of paper that had somehow survived his ruthless slaughter. He picked it up and the contents of the paper got him to chuckle.
Volui: Mortis
Sixth Demon
200 Aureus
Gloriam Filii Ceaser
Six mentally snickered at the second wanted poster about himself, guess the Legion was more desperate than he thought. Especially if they were willing to use third-party dicks to try and kill him.
Six crumpled the paper and threw it away, continuing with his journey to Phoenix; and hopefully, nothing came to impede his progress. Again.
But knowing how finicky his luck is it could either go as smooth as butter or the actual Grim Reaper would appear and try to file a cease and desist letter.
He shuddered at the memory of their last meeting, and while the universe told him it was done fuking around with him. He still couldn't take any chances.
He shook his head lightly and looked back east and continued like he always had done before.
2281
Hoover Dam
Six stood still, he was enraptured by the sight of the sunset over the dam; over Hoover Dam. No NCR to 'tame' the Mojave and no Legion to enslave the people.
No, it belonged to vegas; to the people of the Mojave. It would be the start of something great. And he would be there to help it. No matter what happened.
Suddenly something popped up on his hud, a small note for him to read.
Congratulations Courier Six, with your adventure in the Mojave finally at an end; your struggle against the universe itself ends as well.
No longer will we help or hinder you. But know we will still watch you with great interest, and that we'll be rooting for you no matter what you do Courier.
So long pal, until next time.
-A Friend
His mind momentarily shut down as he processed the information laid out for him, while a small part of him welcomed the change. The rest of him… was conflicted. Would the Mysterious Stranger or Miss Fortune leave him?
But his mind drifted to the one person he felt like he could relate to in this world, was she gone too? He tried to focus on her and tried to bring her out but to no avail. One of the few people he could actually call his friend; gone, forever.
His mind was stopped when he heard the sound of talking from behind him, he turned and saw them, his fr- companions.
Talking to each other, and becoming him to join them. A small part of him felt better and walked to the people he felt like he could trust in this fractured world.
He took a seat next to them and let the weariness of the battle wash over him. With good company by his side, a Nuka-Cola in his hand, and a Brahmin Burgher in front of him; he felt a little better now.
For a brief moment, he wondered just what exactly the future would hold for him. And he wondered if he would ever see his friend again.
Maybe, maybe not; guess he'll just have to see for himself when he gets there.
Marshall Lee groggily got up from his mid-day nap as the sound of a phone call woke him up. While most vampires only slept once a century Marshall was different; in that, he slept like a normal person.
He checked the caller I.D and was slightly surprised to see it was the up and coming heroine of Aaa. He picked up to see what the little bunny had to say to him.
"Fi, it's like mid-noon. What do ya need?" For a moment nothing but silence filled the air as no response was given.
"Marshall Lee, what can you tell me about ghosts?" He quirked an eyebrow at her question.
"Well… why are you asking? Got ghost troubs?"
"N-no, well maybe. What would usually make a ghost angry?" Marshall Lee thought for a moment before stating what he knew about the undead creatures.
"For starters asking them about their names gets them all janked up and stuff. And salt… they hate salt."
There was a pause from the other end before he heard some slam down on something else, a groan coming out from the other end.
"Fi, are you ok?"
"I'm so stupid."
"... You asked a ghost about his name didn't you?" another moment of silence before a small yes answered his question.
Marshall sighed while rubbing the last bit of tiredness from his face, "Ok so is the ghost the guy you keep seeing in your dreams?" Another small yes from the young adventurer.
"Ok, so the best way to deal with an upset ghost is to give them some fruit. Preferable fresh ones."
"That's it? Just… some fruit?"
"Most of the time, it depends on the ghost really."
"Ok, ok. Uhh, thanks Marshall. You're a pal."
"Eh, no biggie Fi. See ya later." With that, He hung up and began to ruffle through his fridge for something to eat. He paused for a moment when he saw some red bottle caps.
He picked one up and was a little bit surprised to see the familiar words on them.
Nuka-Cola
Marshall Lee didn't know he still had some, the drink was his favorite from when he was half-human. A small sense of nostalgia-filled him from the memories of those days, all the good and the bad.
He grabbed a handful and began to eat his mid-noon snack. The refreshingly cool taste of the old red filled him with childish glee.
Courier Six SPECIAL Modifiers
Elite Riot Gear Helmet: PER(10)
Elite Riot Gear: CHA(10)
Sergio's Lucky Harmonica: LUCK(9)
Notable Quotes:
"People say that Revenge is one of the sweetest dishes… I'm inclined to disagree."
"I can always taste it at the back of my throat. That bitter taste that always comes after I go too far."
"People call me a hero. But a hero usually doesn't butcher people with a handheld chainsaw."
Wa wa wee wa, took me like a week to finish this up. Was just in a fallout mood I guess. Also gonna tone down the Six's ass-kicking ability just a little bit, basically made the guy a minute Space Marine; he's still gonna pull out the super badass stuff every once in a while but only with super-serious threats. And a big thank you to Some Random Marine for beta-reading and editing this chapter.
Jeggets4.0: Glad you're liking it man, and sure Six might have acted like a dick but it's all with good reason and will be explained l8r. And you're right he has a shit load of stories to tell. And some of them… can be saved for another day.
Bile 1.0: I sure did man, and while it is uber badass it's also pretty comical and cartoony so gonna be toning it down just a tad.
Quentin3655: Once again thanks for the review man, glad you're liking it, and thanks for the criticism. I'll be sure to work those kinks out and I hope I'll continue to provide good stories to tell.
Strife1234: Glad you are, will keep on working on the fic.
