Chapter 4.
"Speaking", 'Thoughts', 'Writing', (A/N: Authors Note).
Disclaimer: I do not own My Hero Academia or Fallout New Vegas; they belong to Kōhei Horikoshi and Obsidian Entertainment/Bethesda respectively.
A/N: If it doesn't specifically say what language is being spoken, assume Japanese in the MHA Scenes and English in the Fallout Scenes. And for the Lucky 38 I've imagined it as it is with the Lucky 38 Suite Reloaded v4 installed.
Two Kings Gang Members were standing around guarding the Subway Station in Freeside. One was named Raymond, he wore the Kings Outfit and had a 10mm Submachine gun on his hip; the other was named Ricky, he wore the Jailhouse Rocker and was holding a 10mm Pistol.
"Hey." Raymond started.
"Yeah?" Ricky asked.
"You ever wonder why we're here?"
"It's one of life's great mysteries isn't it? Why are we here? I mean, are we the product of some cosmic accident, or is there really a God watching everything? You know, with a plan for us and stuff. I don't know man, but it keeps me up at night." Ricky answered. They both stared at each other in silence.
"What? I mean why are we down here guarding the Subway?"
"Oh. Uh… Yeah."
"What was all that stuff about God?"
"Nothing."
"You want to talk about it?"
"No."
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
"But really, why are we here? It isn't like any trains are gonna co-" Raymond was cut off by a loud screeching sound coming from one of the train tunnels. "The fuck?" The Raymond muttered. Suddenly, a train came to a loud stop in front of the gang members.
"What the hell!?" Ricky yelled out in fear and raised his pistol. Raymond unholstered his SMG and also took aim at the train. The train doors slowly opened with a grinding sound and revealed a man wearing white power armor. The man saw the weapons pointed at him he whipped out his Laser Rifle.
"Whoa there, how 'bout we all just calm down and talk this out?" The man exclaimed.
"Lower your piece and we'll lower ours." Raymond said.
"Alright." The man said as he slowly put his energy weapon on his back
"So, you Brotherhood?" Raymond asked.
"Yes. Paladin Alexander Fox, Brotherhood of Steel, East Coast Chapter." The newly named Alexander said while saluting.
"Huh, The King is gonna want to see you. Ricky, go tell The King that we're coming." Raymond said.
"A-alright Ray." Ricky stuttered before sprinting off.
"Ok, lets go see The King." Raymond said before gesturing towards where Ricky ran off to. Alexander nodded and walked in front of Raymond.
Six watched as a rather tired looking man walked through the door into her room. She felt a sense of familiarity as he pulled out the chair in front of her and sat down. He looked at her and asked, "What is your name?"
"People call me Courier Six." Six said with a slight smirk.
"I am Pro-Hero Eraser Head. Do you know of me?" The man asked.
"Never heard of you."
"I also teach at U.A. High School, have you heard of that?"
"Nope."
"It is a school that trains Heroes." Eraser Head said which managed to get Six to chuckle. "Is your real name Ochaco Uraraka?" Eraser head asked. Six's jaw dropped but she recovered quickly before narrowing her eyes at the man. She quickly activated her Threat Analyzer implant she had and looked over the man in front of her. Threat Rating: 75, Health: 100, Damage Threshold: 3, Overall Threat Level: High. Eraser Head raised an eyebrow as he saw her brown eyes begin to glow, not brightly, but enough to be seen close up.
"How do you know that name?" The Courier growled out.
"So that is your name?" The Pro-Hero asked, almost sadly.
"Was." Six said curtly.
"Was?" Eraser Head asked, now confused.
"It was my name, before I got shot twice in the head by a Nine mil." Six explained to the now shocked hero. "Now, how do you know that name?"
"Ms. Uraraka, You were one of my students. I am Shota Aizawa, your Homeroom teacher." Aizawa said. Six surprised him even more when she broke out into laughter.
"Hahahaha, good one. Me? A fucking school girl? Yeah fucking right." She said in between fits of laughter, making Aizawa recoil slightly from the profanities she was throwing around. "Now, I think we're done here. Hey Trench Coat dude, can you get this guy out of here?" She yelled the last part at the one-way window. The door that the Pro-Hero entered through opened and Aizawa walked out.
"Hey, we've got some people wearing Bronze armor and speaking a strange language down on 5th Street. They have hostages." Six heard a Police officer yell from beyond the door.
"Actually, wait a sec. I wanna ask you something Eraser Head." Six said Aizawa's hero name with a hint of sarcasm. Aizawa looked at one of the Officers who was guarding the door, who nodded and Aizawa turned and walked back into the room, the door closing behind him. Six had managed to pull out one of her Bobby pins and was picking the lock on her handcuffs. "So, what do your people do to Slavers and Rapists?" This supposedly out of nowhere question caught Eraser Head off guard.
"We try and convict them to jail." He said slowly.
"heh, ok then. See you later." She said before jumping up and Materializing Compliance Regulator into her hands and firing once at Aizawa's chest, paralyzing him. She walked up next to him and said "Don't worry, I'll come back. I want to hear all about this U.A. Hero School of yours." The entrance to the room burst open and revealed the two officers who were guarding the room, their Submachine Guns raised. Six simply shot them in the chest, paralyzing them too. "Don't worry; the paralysis will wear off in the next 3-4 minutes." Courier Six walked out the door into a hallway with 5 more Officers and the Trench Coat guy, their weapons trained on her.
"Drop your weapon or we will fire." One of the officers threatened. Six chuckled and activated VATS; she felt the chemicals run through her veins and time slowed to a standstill, she targeted all 6 of the people in front of her and pulled the trigger. She hit all of the shots in rapid succession; she always was quite a lucky one. She grabbed some keys and a badge off of the Detective and unlocked the door to the observation room. Once inside she retrieved all of her equipment and put on her helmet, before leaving the room and the paralyzed people.
"ARCADE! GET DOWN HERE!" Yelled a feminine voice from the lower level of the Lucky 38 Presidential Suite; The one being called, Arcade Gannon, groaned and got out of his bed. He put on his signature Lab Coat over his clothes and walked down to the one responsible for the racket, Veronica Santangelo.
"What do you want Veronica?" Grumbled the scientist.
"We've got something going on in Freeside, and The King is asking for our help."
"Any idea what is going on there?"
"No, just that he wants out help and he thinks it best if we're in Power Armor." Arcade raised an eyebrow at this tidbit of information.
"Really? That seems odd. But oh well, let's suit up and get going, we bringing anyone else?" Arcade asked as they walked to the Armory situated on the second floor.
"Yeah, ED-E." Veronica said.
"Alright, can you toss me the Q-35 Matter Modulator?" Arcade said once he finished getting into the Gannon Family Tesla Armor.
"Here." Veronica said as she passed Arcade the Plasma Rifle. She had adopted to equip T-51b Brotherhood Power Armor and equip the Super-heated Saturnite Fist. "Now let's go figure out what The King wants us for." Arcade nodded in response and they exited to retrieve ED-E and leave.
Courier Six had managed to fight her way out of the Police Station and exited into the city. She was even more confused than she was in the Forest; the city was pristine, even more so than New Vegas, which she did not believe possible. But she could not afford to dilly dally, if she heard that Policeman correctly, there were people in Bronze armor and spoke a strange language holding some people hostage, and there was only one group that came to mind when she heard that description, Caesar's Legion. Six began sprinting in what she assumed was 5th Street. A few blocks later she found a crowd surrounding an alley and she heard someone shouting in Latin, it appeared that her hunch was right.
"Mane me occidere et redire ferreo canis exprimamus!" Six heard as she began pushing through the crowd. She came up to some strangely dressed people who looked like they were a perimeter.
"Sorry sir, we need you to step back until the situation is rectified." One of the people said to her when he saw her come to the front of the crowd. She quickly flashed him the stolen badge and said through her voice modulator.
"I'm the negotiator."
"O-oh, go on ahead." He said, slightly frightened by her voice. She saw five Legionaries, four of which were Recruits and one was a Recruit Decanus. The Decanus was wounded and had a Recruit tending to him. One was at the mouth of the alley with a Gladius and Shield guarding everyone inside the dead end. Two were in the back, close to the Decanus, with the hostages; One had a Cowboy Repeater and was pointing it at the head of a kneeling hostage while the other was holding a hostage up to his chest and had a 9mm Pistol pointed at her head.
"Aut mitterent retro me manere!" The Gladius wielder shouted to the crowd. Six was having enough of this and shouted at the men.
"Milites, dedere nec valeo!" Six's Latin was a bit rough, but she was sure she said something along the lines of 'Legionaries, surrender now and I will not kill you.'
The Legionaire with the Repeater spotted her and shouted out fearfully at his Decanus "Et dixit deamonium habes! Decanus, quid faciemus?" Six believed that they said 'The Demon! Decanus, what shall we do?' But the Gladius wielder didn't wait for the Decanus to reply, but instead charged forward and shouted.
"FOR CAESAR!" The man didn't get far before a large hole appeared in his head and a gunshot rang out. The two hostage holders tensed and prepared to execute the hostages but before they could two more shots rang out and they were killed, the surrounding crowd began screaming and scattered when they heard the booming shots coming from the Courier's Ranger Sequoia. The Recruit tending to his Decanus reached for his 10mm Pistol, but before he could, a hand lightly pushed his hand away from his sidearm. The Recruit looked at his commander quizzically before the Decanus weakly spoke.
"Deditionem, optemus Daemon miserere nobis." Six translated this as 'Surrender, let us hope that the Demon has mercy upon us.' The Recruit grabbed his 10mm Pistol and tossed it away from himself after which the strangely dressed people rushed forward and the Police that recently go there sprinted up to the scene with their pistols at the ready. Six stored all her weapons in her PIP-Boy and turned to one of the officers who stood frightened at the sight of the 'Demon' and the carnage she caused. She slowly walked up to the man, who fumbled with his pistol for a bit before pointing it at her and shouting.
"F-freeze!" Six complied and held out her hands in front of her in the universal gesture for 'Cuff me.' This confused the officer who slowly walked up to her and put handcuffs on her wrists and walked her to his Police Cruiser and put her in the back."
"This is gonna be fun." Six thought to herself as she watched the people outside handcuff the surviving Recruit and begin tending to the injured Decanus. Six recognized the wounds he had, Deathclaw slashes, she was surprised he was still alive but at least she now knew that others from the Mojave could reach her.
And that is a wrap, sorry for taking so long. School has been a bitch and I had been suffering from lack of will to write. I used google translate for the Latin, so it isn't gonna be very accurate but whatever. Anyways, thank you for reading and as always, feel free to leave criticism, roast me, threaten my life, or anything else along those lines. If you want to participate in votes and help influence the direction the Story will go, join my Discord. /Kmz7K9g
Sayonara readers, Gamenian out.