Just a heads up, starting from this chapter the Courier will be called 'Six' instead of Adam. Apparently it's easier for some people to read. For the sake of continuity I also altered chapter 1 to remove all usage of it.
Also, I've had a couple of reviewers ask me what gear the Courier is packing so here's a short list:
- Blood-Nap
- A Light Shining in Darkness
- Riot Shotgun
- All-American
- Paciencia
- Joshua Graham's Armor (modified)
Not that it really matters much since he can't exactly restock ammo in Halkeginia even with ED-E due to lacking the right parts. That means most gear except Blood-Nap is going to be shelved until he's really desperate. Ditto with armor since if they want to avoid drawing attention he's going to have to ditch the modern gear with something that will blend into Halkeginia better.
Six had been through a lot ever since he woke up in Doc Mitchell's house. Getting shot in the head would've been the end for most people, even somewhere like the Mojave. But he survived. Like Graham, like Lanius, like Elijah, he survived something that should've left him rotting and forgotten in that shallow grave. And even after that he kept getting himself into things that should've killed him a hundred times over.
Hard to believe it was barely a year since his new lease on life.
And now he was...what? In another world? Yeah, sure, why not? Was it any more absurd than his brain getting scooped out or being taken to a casino covered by monsters and a death fog?
The Courier sighed and leaned back on the chair, looking up at the ceiling of the cabin the pointy-eared girl led him to. He was alone right now. She'd gone to check on those kids and make sure they were okay after what happened. He wanted to help but he figured the bloody stranger who just killed half a dozen people in front of them wasn't going to be the most comforting image.
"We're really in it now, huh, ED-E?" He asked the inert eyebot. His companion was lying down at a nearby table, still disabled. Whatever that green light was it really did a number on his tech. Without the adrenaline pumping through his veins the weight of his cybernetics were even more obvious. He felt...heavy. Bloated. Like he was a pack brahmin carrying a vertibird on his back.
He reached a somewhat shaky hand to ED-E's chassis and patted the cold metal. Without the gloves covering his hands the bits of metal that replaced his knuckles were clear to see. Just another 'gift' from the psychopaths who used to run Big MT. He hated to admit it but they were useful. Packed a hell of a wallop, at least, even if he still didn't see the appeal of wading into gunfights with his fists like Veronica often did.
Hell, it was a miracle he was still upright considering how much of his body was tech at this point. Dr. Usanagi always warned him to come in for check-ups every now and then after his adventure in that crater. One wrong implant or malfunctioning tech and his brain would start pushing against his skull. The sink auto-doc's enhancements were probably the only reason that wasn't happening right now.
He stayed there in the quiet with nothing but the sound of the wind outside for company. He should've started repairs on ED-E or his pip-boy right now but he was still reeling from the revelation that he was...what, exactly? Trapped in another planet? Trapped in a simulation? Or maybe his brain finally cracked and he was hallucinating the entire thing. It'd definitely explain why he was seeing Elves and two moons now.
Eventually he heard the sound of the door creaking and cracked an eye open. There was the girl...and she still had pointed ears. Great, so he didn't just dream all that.
"H-Hello..." She stopped a fair distance away from him. Both her hands were pressed up nervously against her chest and she had a hard time looking him in the eye.
"Hey..." He forced himself to smile and sat up straighter. Pointed ears were weird but it was nothing compared to Ghouls, Super Mutants or floating brains. Hell she could probably pass it off as a mutation of some kind...assuming that wasn't what it already was.
An awkward silence settled over the pair. Six sighed internally and wished Veronica was with him right now. He had no problem talking to most people - even blowhards like Ulysses or egotistical geniuses like House - but kids and teenagers were always a bit of a rough spot for him. You grew up quick in the Mojave, but some part of him still insisted on treating kids like kids even if he'd met at least a few who shot at him.
Didn't help that the blonde looked even frailer than most of the kids he ran into. No guns on her or anywhere around the cottage, which struck him as odd. Even if he couldn't remember being a kid he was pretty sure most people taught their kids how to fire a pistol before they hit double digits.
Eventually the silence became too much and he said something just to break it, "How are those kids?" She jumped up and blinked owlishly at the sudden question. She didn't reply, "...Those kids. You know, the ones outside?"
"O-Oh, they're fine! They were...shaken up, but the worst they got was a few cuts and scrapes. I was able to patch them up." He wasn't too worried about the physical wounds. What they saw out there was a common sight back where he came from but somehow he doubted it was the same here. No guns, no weapons besides a knife that he was sure was used to cut food more than people.
Then the Legion had to show up. Hell of a first exposure.
"I...I want to thank you again for helping us. Without you we would've-"
Strung up on crosses or enslaved, girls forced to breed till their bodies gave out and the boys broken till they couldn't do anything but kill in the name of some old world tyrant.
"Don't worry about it," he said quickly. No need to dwell on it now, "Just glad I got here in time."
"Yes, about that..." She wrung her fingers together and bit her lower lip, "I should tell you that I was the one who summoned you."
Six raised a brow and leaned forward slightly. It was obvious by the way she was acting that the confession worried her. Scared of how he'd react, maybe, "Huh..." She looked up nervously to meet his gaze again, "That's something, I guess."
"Y-You're not mad?"
"Legion was breathing down your neck and you needed help. Can't exactly complain you didn't stop to make a request." He gave her a calming smile before cracking his neck with a slight wince, "Just wish that the teleporter you used didn't fry ED-E and my cybernetics." Or his pip-boy. He suddenly felt naked without it telling him exactly how he was doing. Maybe Elijah had a point on how he relied on it.
...Nah.
"Thank you." For the first time that night she smiled, "I'm sorry for any trouble I caused you. I...my older sister told me that the one that was supposed to appear would be an animal. I never would've thought that a human would be the one to show up."
"Animals, huh? Well I guess a Deathclaw showing up would've dealt with the Legion just as well." Right before it tore apart everyone else, too. Those scaly goliaths were some of the most vindictive bastards that walked on two legs. "If you don't mind my asking, how'd you, uh, 'summon' me?" He didn't see anything nearly high-tech enough to act as a teleporter. A matter of fact he didn't see much in the way of technology here at all. It felt...off. Even Goodsprings had air-conditioning (and Victor...).
"Oh, with this." She pulled out a stick from her dress' right pocket and showed it to him carefully.
"Uh...what's that supposed to be?"
"My...wand? It's what I used to cast the summoning spell?"
Wand? Spell? Alright, he definitely skipped a few steps here, "Spell? You mean...magic?" Was she seriously.
"Yes?" She asked back, "Well, I mean, it was the first time I've ever cast the summoning spell. Most of the time I use a spell to erase memories in order to make someone forget about our home. We can't risk them finding out and bringing people here."
"Right. Magic." Six let out a soft breath and brought a hand through the short stubble lining his jaw. He...wasn't as surprised as he probably should've been. Then again he'd already seen a lot. 200 year old brains in jars, Ghouls, Super Mutants, and psychotic toasters. So why not an Elf girl that could apparently cast magic? Wasn't any worse than the time he ran around with his brain taken out. Or the fact that said brain was a dick.
"Is something wrong?"
"Nah, just trying to process. Gimme a sec." He shut one eye and shook his head. Normally this would've been the time he'd write something down on his pip-boy for future reference, "Okay, done. So if I'm getting this right you summoned me with magic. You were expecting an animal but instead I popped up instead. Got it right so far?"
"Yes." She nodded, "I was desperate. From what I heard from my older sister the Familiar a Mage summoned could be anything. I wasn't certain if it would've been something that could protect us but I didn't have any other choice."
"Back up a sec, what did you say? Familiar?"
"Um, yes. The spell is for summoning a Familiar. That's why I was surprised that...well, you showed up."
Familiar. He remembered the term from somewhere- oh, yeah, one of those fantasy books Veronica dared him to read a few months ago. They were pets if he remembered right, 'Hm...' He eyed her again. She didn't look like she was lying about how surprised she was about summoning him. And if she really did 'summon' an animal no one would look twice at her trying to get a new pet.
His eyes flicked to her ears again. She seemed to catch his gaze and she hurriedly turned away, covering her ears with both hands with a sudden look of fear on her face, "P-Please don't misunderstand. I may look like this but I don't mean you any harm!" she said in a rush.
"What? What are you- wait, are you talking about your ears?" A few seconds of heavy silence passed before she eventually nodded, "...Yeah, listen, if I was going to be worried it sure as hell wouldn't be cause of your ears."
Her eyes widened and she looked at him like he grew a second head, "W-Wait, you're not scared of me? Of Elves?"
"Guess not. Never really met an Elf where I'm from." He was pretty sure they didn't exist. Then again he thought the same thing about Tunnelers so maybe he was the idiot.
"Oh..." Her look of fear disappeared and she reluctantly lowered her hands. He eyed her ears again and she blushed, "P-Please don't stare at them."
"Huh? Oh, sorry." Six smiled awkwardly. He knew what it was like to be stared at. The bullet scar in the head tended to draw attention, "Hey, if it makes you feel better I'm not going to make any comments. I don't exactly have any room to talk." He raised his right hand and she saw the metallic knuckles that subtly moved as he flexed his fingers, "Compared to me, your ears look pretty normal."
"Your hands...are you injured?"
"Not really. It's just a reminder from an old 'adventure' I had." He smiled crookedly, "Look, I think we really need to talk about-"
The sudden, muffled grunt from below made the girl (what was her name again? he never asked) jump again. Six looked down at the floor and frowned, "Looks like our friend's woken up." He didn't kill all the Legionaries out there. Apparently the girl managed to knock one of them out before she...summoned him. He'd tied him and gagged him before then tossed him into the basement. They needed someone to talk to.
"What are going to do?" she asked as he stood up shakily.
"Gonna have a chat." He left his 45. at the table next to ED-E and the rest of his weapons and gear, "You...might wanna step out a bit."
He opened the hatch leading to the dark basement and climbed down. The place wasn't pitch black but it was shadowy enough that he almost tried to activate his eye implant on instinct, "Ngh." He grabbed the torch hanging from the wall and lit the end with a quick flick of his zippo lighter. A torch. Last time he used one of these was back at the Madre. Ghost People didn't like fire much, apparently.
"Mgggghhh!" The gagged Legionaire screamed behind him. Six looked back and walked to the prone figure. Despite Elf girl knocking the guy out he didn't have any wounds on him. Must've used that magic of hers, "Rrrrggghhh!" The Legionaire shouted into his gag again. Had to hand it to the guy, he was tenacious. That was one thing the Legion had. Very few of them surrendered or ran. Too scared of the general at their back than the hail of bullets at front.
Six grabbed the chair and dragged it close with a loud scrape. The Legionaire was down but he wasn't out. Even with his hands tied behind his back and his legs wrapped in tight rope he wouldn't put it past him to try and tear his throat out with his teeth, "Hey, quit your growling. You ain't the first roman enthusiast I've talked to." He sat down on the chair then pulled out his bowie knife. The Legionaire eyed it with just the smallest hint of fear, "So I'm gonna be asking you some questions and you're gonna answer. Play dumb or quiet and I'm gonna start taking off fingers. Clear?"
He kept glaring up at him. Still, Six didn't miss the way his eyes flicked to the tempered blade. The traces of Magnus' blood probably didn't help.
Six pulled the gag from his mouth then pressed the blade against his throat before he could let out a cursing scream, "No shouting. We're both guests here." He pulled the knife away and leaned back against the chair. Without the gag covering his mouth he could see his face clearly now. He was young, maybe just a few years older than him, with a thick, dark beard and tan skin. Across the bridge of his nose a pale, jagged scar. Knife wound, maybe?
"...Where is the rest of my Contubernium?"
"Dead. And you'll join them if you don't do what I say. We clear?"
The Legionnaire spoke through gritted teeth, "What do you want, profligate?"
And there was the go-to insult. Still, the way he said it was...different. Most of the brainwashed dogs the Legion had said it with conviction. This guy sounded like he was reading from a script, "Some answers." Six leaned forward again till he was just shy of grabbing distance. Or he would've been if the redskirt's hands weren't tied behind his back, "First things first, what the hell is the Legion doing here?"
"What kind of question is that?"
"One you wanna answer." Six rolled the knife's grip between his palms, "Remember what I told you. Not in the mood for games."
The Legionnaire growled before, eventually, he replied, "We were here to take the girl. We'd heard rumors in town. Various men and women injured in previous skirmishes claimed that a 'fairy' had healed their wounds. Our leader, Centurion Julian, decided it was worth investigating."
"Seriously? Legion's investigating fairy tales now?"
The older(?) man's face knotted in a scowl, "We are not fools, stultus. Once or twice we would have dismissed it as nothing more than baseless tall tales, but over a dozen men and women claiming the same was enough to draw suspicion. And we were proven correct. The girl dressed in green above-"
"Isn't your problem anymore," Six cut him off. He didn't know the girl long - hell, he didn't even know her name yet - but she seemed like a good sort. Last thing he wanted was the Legion taking another innocent person, "Let's change the subject. What's the Legion doing here at all?"
"Are you deaf as well as stupid? I just told you-"
"Not that. I meant what's the Legion doing here? Last time I tangled with you clowns you were on the retreat back to Arizona."
"Arizona? What in the hel are you talking about? "We have been here for years, stultus, and I have never heard of this place." Huh...didn't look like he was lying. Great. He was kind of hoping the 'taken to another world' guess was actually a mistake, "If you wish to ramble about your fantasies then do it elsewhere. I have no interest in
"Big talk coming from someone tied up in a basement." Six scoffed, "Fine then. Tell me everything you know about this Legion. How you started,
"You overstep your bounds!" The Legionnaire growled, "To ask for our mission is one thing, it's another to ask me to betray the Legion!"
"But you already did it. Maybe you aren't exactly like the Legion I fought but I'm guessing there's some things that never change. Like the fact that you're supposed to cut your own throat instead of surrendering." The Legionnaire grit his teeth and didn't' say anything, "But you didn't do that, did you? Any other Legionary would've stayed quiet and just had his throat cut. But not you."
"You doubt my loyalty to the Legion?!"
"I'm doing more than that." He pressed the edge of the blade to the redskirt's neck, "You wanna prove your loyalty to Caesar? Look me in the eyes and tell me to cut your throat. But if you wanna live, tell me what I want to know. Your choice."
Six saw the internal struggle pass through in a flash. He half expected the bastard to drag his neck through the bowie knife's edge before, with another growl, he pulled back and looked him in the eyes, "...What do you wish to know?"
He was almost tempted to taunt the guy before reining it in. Despite all their claims of superiority and never giving up there were those who broke that creed. And there more of them ever since the battle at the dam.
"Alright, tell me everything you know."
The next hour passed with Six trying to understand everything. The Legionnaire didn't know much. Despite his age he was still a relatively low rank. A Prime, just barely better than a recruit. Odd. Most Legionaries started young and those that survived to his age would've been either a Veteran or a Decanus. Either the Legion here had different promotion tactics or he started off late.
The information just corroborated more of the 'other world' theory. The Legion here was only 10 years old compared to the 34 back home and his talk of mages made it clear that Elf girl wasn't some rare, one-of-a-kind anomaly like he first assumed. And instead of fighting against the NCR over the dam they were up until recently fighting against a royal family of some kind. A fight they won, if he could trust what the redskirt said.
A lot of things were similar, though. They were still led by a Caesar, they still enslaved everyone that wasn't under their 'protection', still strung up people on crosses as an example, and the vast majority of their recruits came from 'savages'. Apparently there was a place called Germania with a lot of 'uncivilized lands'. Really from how it sounded Six thought it sounded just a little too much like the rougher parts of the Mojave and Utah. Independent villages surrounded by roving gangs of raiders who decided might made right.
"I'm still confused on where you fall in," Six said, "You call them savages like you're not one of them and you don't look nearly young enough that you were taken as a kid. So what are you then? Mercenary?"
"Nothing so crude. I was once a blind peon loyal to the royal family before their greed got the better of them. The Legion came to us and offered an escape from the suffering they made us endure. I took it."
"A rock and a hard place, huh?" Six sighed. Some part of him did pity the Legionnaires. Most of them were raised to view Caesar as a god and others decided that becoming a soldier was better fate than being strung up on a cross or being used as a pack brahmin. Bastards like the Omertas or the Khans were the exceptions rather than the rule, "So where does that leave you now?"
"What do you mean?"
"Think about it. You're the only survivor of your group. The Centurion who was with you is dead and you failed to accomplish your goal. If you go back to the Legion they'll just kill you. And that's if you're lucky. If you're unlucky they'll string you up on a cross as a warning to the rest." A part of him was tempted to let it happen, but vindication was less important than planning their next move.
The Legionnaire looked like he was going to counter before he slowly looked away with a scowl on his face. Redskirt knew he was telling the truth. As far as he was concerned he was a dead man walking, loyal or not.
"Answer something else for me. This little investigation of yours, does anyone else know about it?"
"No. Ever since we purged the royal family Centurion Galerius ordered us to follow our own leads. Our victory is still recent and he thought it best to not slow our progress with constant reports." Huh, that was another difference. Sallow and Vulpes couldn't take not knowing every single step their operations took, "Had we been successful we would have informed our Decanus."
"So what you're saying is no one else know you were coming here."
"It will not save you. The absence of our Contubernium will be felt and they will search eventually."
"Won't help them or you if they don't know where to search." Six stood up and turned away, mouth curled in a slight frown. He had no idea how big this place. How far away was the closest town? How big was the forest at all? If these clowns could stumble here could any other groups do the same? He needed to talk to that girl again and get more details about this place.
But first...
Six turned back to the tied up Legionnaire and, without any warning, smacked his left temple with the hilt of his bowie knife. The redskirt was knocked out immediately and he stuffed the gag back into his mouth. They needed to decide what to do about him. He knew he was a dead man walking now but he might've been stupid enough to come crawling back to the Legion in the vain hope that leading them here could save his neck.
The Courier climbed back up to the house proper and found it empty like he suggested. Girl was probably checking in on those kids. He groaned softly and ignored the dull ache that spread across his body. Sooner he could get his cybernetics checked the sooner things could get back to normal.
He picked up a syringe of med-x from his pack and injected it with a soft sigh. Normally he tried to avoid chems but sometimes you just didn't have any other choice. He set the syringe down and looked to ED-E again, "I'll fix you up soon, buddy." He patted his chassis again and walked outside as the dull ache disappeared. It should keep him from feeling like shit for at least the next few hours.
The cold wind outside made him shiver slightly. Compared to the warm winds of the Mojave the temperature here was practically chilling. It reminded him just a bit of Jacobstown. Taking a deep inhale, he closed his eyes for a moment before leaning across the nearby railing. The air here felt different. It wasn't just the chill. Every single breath made his nostrils feel like they were being dipped inside a refrigerator. Not unpleasant, but different all the same.
He pulled out the half-open packet of cigarettes from his pocket and lit one of the white sticks. The feeling of nicotine in his body was all too familiar and felt even better without the artificial cleanser in his lungs, "Hm..." He twisted his free hand and looked at the metal on his knuckles again. Felt odd being...normal again. Arcade always warned him that replacing bits of his flesh with metal was a bad idea but he couldn't deny how useful it was.
The cigarette was halfway used up by the time the girl came back. Six titled his head slightly to meet her wary look and smiled, "Hey. Don't mind me smoking, do you?" Probably should've asked her first so he wouldn't be rude.
"Oh, no. It's fine." She smiled sweetly and, after a moment's hesitation, stood next to him a short distance away. Unlike him she didn't lean across the wooden railing and just wrung her hands together, "What happened? Did you..."
"Got him talking, yeah." Six took another drag and let out a smoky breath, "Good news is apparently he and the rest of his buddies didn't tell anyone else they were coming here, at least if he's being honest about that."
"But why did they come here? We have nothing they would want."
"Apparently there's been some rumors about a fairy healing people." The girl winced, "Wouldn't happen to be you, would it?"
"It...might be." She looked down worriedly and clasped her hands tighter, "Ever since this war started a lot of people were hurt. I saw a few of them sometimes and I thought I could help them, so..." She rubbed the jeweled ring on her right ring finger, "I healed them, but I made sure that they wouldn't remember where I was. They shouldn't know where the village is."
"They didn't, but a bunch of people dying suddenly talking about some miracle doctor's going to draw attention." Not that he could really fault her for that. Apparently his first impression of her being a good girl was right, "I'm not gonna tell you that you did something wrong but this is where we're at. Now we gotta figure out what we have to do to make sure this doesn't happen again."
"We?"
"Yeah. You were were the one who 'summoned' me so I figured you wanted help. Unless you wanna do your own thing?" He wanted to help but if she was fine with doing things her own way then he wouldn't stop her.
"N-No, that's not what I meant! I just..." She chewed on her lower lip and took a deep breath, "I just thought that you'd want to leave. I summoned you here without even asking."
"Speaking about that. This 'summoning' you did with that green gate. Don't suppose that's a two-way thing?"
"No, I'm sorry. When you went down to talk to that man I tried to use the summoning gate again but the spell didn't work. I guess now that you're here it won't open up again."
"Huh. Well, that's something." He finished off the last of the cigarette.
"You're...not mad?"
"Not really. Like I told you before, you called me here cause the Legion was breathing down your neck and you wanted to save those kids. Can't exactly fault you for that, can I?" He laughed softly under his breath, "Besides, I'm sure there's another way out of here. I can find it myself once I get a lay of the land." And finish repairing ED-E. He was going to love it here. He was getting tired of Six dragging him to Legion camps all the time.
"Th-Thank you." Six was about to wave her off again when she suddenly took his right hand between both of hers and clasped it tightly, "Thank you so much! I promise I'll do my best to help you go back home!"
"H-Hey, calm down. It's no big deal, okay?" He smiled back somewhat awkwardly. He was used to gratitude by now but it was mostly quick and there was never a lot of touching. Growing up in a wasteland tended to make most people averse to sudden contact, "Just...we need to figure out a plan. That guy down there's not going to stay knocked out forever." He slipped his hand from hers and leaned across the railing again.
"I could erase his memory of this place."
"That's a start, and I could probably convince him to not run back to the Legion now that the rest of his group's dead. Still, staying here doesn't seem like a good idea. If these guys could find this place what's to say another group can't?"
"Yes, I...I considered leaving before, but my sister's last letter told me she was coming here. If we leave before she arrives then I might not see her again."
"I guess I understand." He nodded, "Alright, let's wait a few more days. But we're gonna have to start keeping watch. Get the oldest of the kids and we can see about starting a guard shift." Shame ED-E was disabled. Little guy didn't need any sleep and always kept watch whenever he and anyone else had to camp out. It was really useful once the Legion started sending those damn assassin squads after him.
"A-Alright." She nodded.
"And we gotta do something about them." He gestured to the dead bodies lining the ground of the makeshift village, "Takes just a day before the bodies start to rot and the smell will definitely get the wrong kind of attention." Usually not a problem for him. Back in the Mojave the vultures, geckos and every other mutated animal tended to gobble up any corpses they could find.
"I suppose we should bury them." She nodded again, though it was more hesitant.
"Yeah. Gimme a shovel and point me to some empty ground. I can-"
"I'll come with you." He was about to refuse when she continued, "Please. You already did so much for us, I'd feel terrible if you did this alone. Please let me do this."
"...You sure about this? Won't blame you for sitting out."
"Yes."
It took the better part of an hour for them to drag all the bodies to a far enough spot from the village. He had to hand it to the girl, she took it like a champ. She helped him carry the bodies without a single complaint and offered to dig the hole herself before he convinced her that he could do it faster. Even then she insisted on staying until he finished despite every argument otherwise.
He set down the last body in the makeshift mass grave and filled it up again. Within a few days the dirt would've moved enough again that no one would be able to tell that the ground had ever been disturbed.
"Guess that's that." Six breathed out softly. There was something about actually burying someone that always felt morbid to him. Or maybe he was just biased because of what Benny did.
"Yes..." Tiffania looked down at the soil then clasped her hands together. A prayer? For them? He didn't say anything and just stood next to her as she closed her eyes and bowed her head. Daniel told him once that he believed in praying for everyone, even bastards like the White Legs.
A minute of silence passed before she raised her head again, "...You done?" He asked. She nodded silently, "Right. What do you say we hit the sack, huh? Dunno about you but I feel exhausted."
"Yes. That's a good idea." She walked past him and stopped when she saw that he wasn't following, "Is something wrong?"
"Huh? Oh, no, I just realized I didn't actually ask for your name."
"O-Oh, of course." She bowed quickly, "My name is Tiffania. Pleased to meet you."
"Likewise. You can call me Six." Her brows furrowed in confusion, "...Long story." It wasn't really, but there was only so many times he could tell people he got shot in the head before it got old, "Come on. Let's get some shuteye before I pass out."
He got the feeling he'd be here a while. Oh well, it'd make for a nice story once he found his way back home.
Alright, main setup's out of the way so the next chapter will introduce Fouquet and finally exploring the world like a proper RPG. Hopefully then we can get a better grasp of the world and the factions vying for control.
In terms of allies Fouquet is also going to be the main companion here and it'll be fun writing their partnership given that Six is prone to helping out everyone he can and throwing himself at causes while Fouquet just wants to make sure Tiffania and the kids are safe without drawing attention to themselves and earning the Legion's ire.
Question:
1. So what do you guys think the perks of the ZNT characters would be like if they were companions? I imagine Louise would be something like explosions having 50% more radius or something.
Review Answers:
Scatman SSJohn EX - Pairings? Wasn't on my mind, really. Fallout really didn't do romance till 4 came out and New Vegas seemed to focus more on platonic friendships between the companions, modded or otherwise.
RedRat8 - Listed above. Though like I said it'll be shelved in favor of Halk tools ASAP.
Thewookie1 - Hmm...an interesting idea but might contradict what's been established in this chapter like the Legion being 10 years old and gaining a lot of their recruit's from the Germanian deadlands. That and it's much harder to convince soldiers and mercs to act like Legionnaires versus 'savages' and desperate commoners.
The Harrinator - Thanks for the compliment :) Though, I'm curious, how does this Six act like a 'normal person' to you? I'm not complaining but I should point out he was introduced killing a camp full of Legionnaires solo. Doesn't seem that normal to me.
As for his cybernetics, yeah, thanks. Though my friend did complain that the level of tech he seems to have here makes him seem more like Hardcore Henry given all the stuff the Courier mentions having. Admittedly I did base it off of the Project Nevada stuff so it's still overboard compared to the vanilla game.