Concrete Jungle
"-UUUUCK,"
*CRASH*
"Gah… Jesus fuck Christ!"
While Alex considered himself a certified cyborg badass, there was nothing cybernetic about his actual ass.
Which he fell on.
Hard.
He swore he could feel his ass cave in.
"Fucking Jes- damn it, Pan! Where's my fucking Med-X!" said Alex
"Oh, sorry, I was taking a nap, administering Med-X," said Pan
"Ahh alright, alright, thank you, ma'am," said Alex
While Alex shouldn't be taking Med-X for a very minor injury, he was shot a few days ago in the ass while chasing down some raiders and it flared up again with his fall.
With the sweet nectar of Med-X Alex could finally get off his ass and get a good look around, the first things he noticed after his fall was that his ass was damp
'Fuck, did I just shit my pants' must be that Gecko steak he had for lunch giving him diarrhea.
As he rose up, he noticed he was on some table and landed on someone's lunch, oh and the multitude of screaming civilians. Looking around, a lot of people looked panicked and were pulling out rectangular device s, either putting them up to their ears or pointing them in his direction.
He was in some type of large food court, base floor of possibly a shopping mall
The next thing that stood out to him was that everything is clean, relatively, but in the Wasteland, this would be too clean. Even in places like the NCR they were never this clean, there would still be a little more griminess.
Even the clothing of the people, there was a lot more variety and while it didn't look too out of the ordinary, it was just a little different from what he was accustomed too. The strangest thing was the animal parts he saw on some folk, wolf ears, horns, lion tails.
Mutants?
Alex made all these observations in short order; he knew that if he didn't calm these people down soon, he was going to be in deep shit.
"You landed on my food! You Douchebag!" yelled out some lovely gentleman
Well, at least now he knew they speak English.
Alex stuffed the Transportponder Mk II into his large inside pocket
Activating the loudspeakers on his helmet, he addressed the crowd
"Uh…Citizens…Worry not this is a part of a military exercise" said Alex
This didn't seem to placate the crowd if anything it probably spiked more fear and confusion in them. Give him a break, his ass is wet, and he has no idea where he is, his priority is to get the fuck out of here as quickly as possible.
There was a series of whispers, lot of the words he picked up on were 'Atlas', Huntsman', 'White Fang', and 'Douchebag'.
He didn't know what they were talking about, besides being called a douchebag, but it sounded a lot like the name for organizations, it made his asshole pucker a bit, things were about to take a turn for the worst if he was associated with what could be a terrorist group.
"Uh oh," said Pan
"Well…guess I'll be leaving now, enjoy the rest of your day," said Alex
Stepping off the table, Alex tried walking away and play it as cool as possible, but honestly it was just all types of awkward, for him and the crowd.
Pan seemed to be enjoying Alex, a Wasteland legend, acting like an awkward schoolboy
"Maybe if you had a dance routine they'll clap as you walk out," said Pan
Turning off his external speakers Alex responded "Shut up, I can't just sprout wings and fly off to Neverland, there's no dodging this bullshit"
"Maybe a scene skip would help more," said Pan
"What the hell are you on about?" said Alex
"Oh nothing, don't worry," said Pan
Alex was trying to keep cool and calm but also trying to haul ass before any law enforcement came. He may or may not have stashed some narcotics in his assault pack.
What can he say? It'd be a pain in the ass to re-create the drugs just so he can drink his favorite moonshine.
Before Alex could haul ass out of there, he saw 4 Mall cops making a beeline straight for him, they looked scared shitless though, like they were just told to clear out a Deathclaw nest with nothing but tighty whities and a knife. One of the cops with snow-white hair, big muscles, and had polar bear ears just looked flat out annoyed, looked like he had a serious chip on his shoulder.
Alex noticed that they had legitimate battle belts with pistols, tasers, and pepper spray.
'Who gave these rent-a-cops guns?' thought Alex
It weirded him out quite a bit, he didn't know if those guns had real bullets or rubber bullets and wasn't planning on finding out.
One of the Mall cops approached him, kid was shaking like a leaf
"Uh, e-excuse me s-s-sir b-but I'm going t-to need y-your huntsman I.D. o-o-or your p-permit," said the Mall cop.
'Huh, what'd I hunt here? Brahmin burgers and fries?' thought Alex
"Uh…well I don't have any I.D. on me, I just crashed on this lovely gentleman's lunch," said Alex
"Cunt!" yelled out the lovely gentleman
"W-w-well I-I-I'm s-sorry sir but we've a-already notified p-police, s-so we'll n-need your h-huntsman I-I.D. or p-permit," Said the mall cop
"Look dude we can just settle this off to the side, we don't have to involve the law, just between you and me, it's all just a misunderstanding," said Alex
Alex meant it, these drugs are illegal in at least 4 different states in the NCR, and he'd rather not have a criminal record in a possibly a foreign country, it'd be a PR disaster for Guerrero Co.
Operating on the basis that he was still in the wastes
The kid with the attitude started getting red and was fuming
Jesus, this kid had a real hard-on for Alex
"S-sir I s-s-still nee-"
"L-l-look here pal, I'm kinda in a rush and need to leave immediately so cut me some slack and let go of this tiny little issue," said Alex
White-haired guy had enough.
"Jack, stop being a pussy, this guy is just some retard with a toy gun!" Polar Bear popped his lid
"Hey fuck you, bro, my ass is damp and I need to leave," said Alex
Not the best of quips
"Need to run back to mommies because you shit your pants you tacticool retard," said the mall cop getting more ramped up
"Fuck off dickhead, shouldn't you be in a cage somewhere doing tricks for kids," said Alex
Immediately Alex noticed the mall cops jaw lock and was shaking a bit in anger, probably wasn't too happy about that comment
Polar Bears buddies looked scared shitless
"Okay asshole, I've had it, get down on the ground!" said the mall cop making his way towards Alex and reaching out to grab his arms
Alex kicked Polar Bear straight in the stomach knocking the wind out of him, Alex backed up putting his hands on his rifle and went into a stance, bringing up his rifle like a jab, knees slightly bent, and a forward lean from the waist.
"BACK UP! BACK UP!" yelled out Alex
He was going to try to get the guards to back away from him, keeping them contained and away from himself, even if they drew their weapons or rushed him Alex is much, much faster.
They'd be on the ground before they drew their guns.
Unfortunately, Polar Bear tried to draw on him. Alex decided if he wanted the smoke, he was gonna give it to him.
In an amazing feat of speed, Alex shot each of Polar Bears kneecaps two times
*CRACK* *CRACK*
*CRACK* *CRACK*
Contrary to popular belief silencers aren't that quiet
"Sneaking done, fighting now," said Pan
'Damn it Pan shut up' thought Alex
Polar Bear tried moving towards cover but instead stumbled and collapsed languishing in pain. He collapsed like a sack of potatoes, if potatoes had kneecaps, or even nociceptors.
The crowd panicked, screaming and running in all directions. With the flurry of sound adrenaline was pumping hard in Alex putting him in the zone, he pushed out all the sounds of the screaming crowd and focused on his current objective
He needs to make sure these guys aren't threats anymore, they maybe currently paralyzed in fear, and one down on the ground, but he didn't know how long that'd last before they decided to start acting brave.
"DROP YOUR GUNS RIGHT NOW! DROP EM' AND SLIDE EM' OVER!" yelled Alex
The three chicken shits immediately dropped their guns and slid them over to Alex, Polar Bear still had the gun in his hand, thinking he could make a last stand.
"SLIDE YOUR GUN OVER NOW DUDE!" barked out Alex
Polar Bear hesitated
*CRACK*
Alex shot Polar Bears hand, he howled in pain flipping over onto his stomach, blood oozing out from his hands and knees.
Alex pointed his gun at one of the mall cops
"YOU, GRAB HIS GUN AND SLIDE IT OVER. NOW!"
The guard complied and hastily grabbed the gun, sliding it over.
"GET DOWN ON THE GROUND AND PUT YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOUR BACK!" ordered Alex
Once they finished complying Alex booked it.
He had a few flex cuffs in his go bag but there were only two and he needed to get out of that shitstorm before the actual cops showed up.
Running past screaming civilians, he had no idea where he was running but was making a dash anywhere but there, to the people Alex was a blur running like his ass was on fire. What went from a possibly harmless huntsman up to their usual antics turned into a violent gunman.
Six will admit that he lost his cool and messed up big time, he could have just kicked the guy then make a run for it, but instead, he put himself in a fucked situation if cops showed it would have escalated even further.
Thankfully he didn't encounter any more security and after 12 seconds of his mad dash he found an exit.
Leading out to the parking lot, Alex did a quick scan around the area checking for any police or police cars, with the coast clear he activated his activated his stealth field
"Shhh We're very stealthy," said Pan
Alex continued his mad dash, nothing made sense, mall cops with guns, how everything looked, relatively, clean. Shit even seeing the parking lot floored Alex
There was a lot of cars, even in New Vegas this parking lot would have been half empty on a packed day.
Leaving the parking lot and crossing a main street, he ran into an area with apartments and stores. Finding an alleyway, Alex ducked in making sure no one was watching, he deactivated his stealth field.
Alex crouched down and looked at his Pip-Boy map.
NO CONNECTION.
Fuck.
Reaching into his coat, Alex pulled out the Transportalponder Mk II it looked fine externally, but once he opened it up it was all types of fried internally. It was manageable in the grand scheme of things since he still had the other Transportalponder, so he could take some of the components and tune it up
Problem was that the Mk II had some completely new parts that he'd have to either find the parts or make them from scratch. That was the first major hurdle, the second was the fear that if he used the Mk II again, he'd either have his atoms ripped apart killing him or successfully teleport back to Big MT but have his entire anatomy rearranged.
A major indicator he wasn't in the Wasteland anymore was the fact he was getting no service, that shouldn't be the case Robco had a large coverage, even if there was something wrong with the Robco ones his Pip-Boy would have fallen back to the satellites he launched recently.
De-materializing his gear he switched over to Benny's suit and shoved A Light Shining in Darkness into his inside pocket.
He was lucky he made it out in time before the police came and grateful that nobody got too hurt, well… except for that one guy but he'll bounce back… maybe.
Unfortunately, his gear was compromised including his Pip-Boy, a lot of people saw his gear, there were also the security cameras that the mall most likely had.
His Pip-Boy would stick out like a sore thumb here, even in the Wasteland it got him into some trouble, Alex began his search for store carrying backpacks or sports bags.
After a little while of walking around and receiving a few strange stares, he finally found a sports store with what he was looking for.
Alex walked away into an empty and secluded place, activating the stealth nano-bots he had installed and returned to the store. A side note, Alex likes redundancies, having backups gave him peace of mind also the nano-bots only worked for a brief time before they had to recharge.
The store was empty save for the cashier who was currently taking a well-deserved nap, there was even ambient music playing, guy didn't even bother locking up the store.
He grabbed a backpack and a duffel bag, making off with his plunders Alex ducked into another conveniently placed alley, de-materializing his duffel bag, Alex began to fiddle around with the Pip-Boy, it was always a pain in the ass removing the damn thing but somehow way easier to put on, he'd have to mess with some screws that loosened up the clamps, for whatever reason it still wouldn't budge.
Berating himself, Alex wished he brought some type of lube. He'd get into a lot less trouble on the streets and in the sheets.
After a solid 2 minutes of looking like an idiot, he finally pried off his accursed Pip-Boy
"Should have snagged that 2000 model back in California," Alex grumbled to himself
Slipping the Pip-Boy into his backpack, Alex walked around looking for victims to pickpocket, the sun was setting, it'd soon be dark. Alex was by no means a kleptomaniac, but he was just dropped into a whole new arena, so he needed the two most important things right now, currency and information. For information, he'd visit a library but since it was getting dark out, he'd wait until tomorrow. For now, he'll settle on looking at advertisements along with eavesdropping on conversations and try to piece things together from there.
Money was important wherever you went, hence the pickpocketing, he needed money to buy a place to stay, procuring documents since he technically didn't exist here he'd have to find someone who'll take care of forgeries, buying new guns and ammunition and booze. The most important was booze, specifically finding a bar where he could sit in a quiet corner and meditate, it's true whiskey might give him a buzz if he drinks enough of it but he was there mainly to meditate or make color commentary on the inhabitants of whatever dive he was at.
Alex picked up on some of the local terminologies such as Lien being the local currency, and that Scrolls were like telephones but much more advanced and portable. There were terms that still alluded him such as Dust, he chuckled a bit at the thought of the name, it was in the context of some guy needing fuel for his car, he first assumed it was some sort of local slang but he saw store signs that incorporated the name Dust with multicolored crystals on display so he put a pause on that thought process.
He learned that he was currently in the city of Vale, he heard of other names of possible cities like Vacuo, Mistral, and Atlas. Beyond that folks didn't really mention any towns or villages besides how dangerous they were, and he only heard of at least two other major cities.
Another term that kept coming up repeatedly was Huntsman and Grimm, it was the same one he heard the security guards and people at the mall use, but Grimm? As in the brothers Grimm? From what he gathered they were a polarizing group, some praised them getting giddy talking about what he'd assume are famous Huntsman, others grumbled at the mention of them looking around and mumbling under their breathes how they're all scumbags with big guns. Alex still didn't know what they're exactly, obviously some type of paramilitary at the mention of weaponry but then again, they were also talked about as if they were some big Pre-war Hollywood stars.
Grimm was some type of local fauna that the Huntsman…hunted on a regular basis, beyond that information was scarce besides them being big and scary. He heard it from some 5 year old's playing a game and arguing over what Grimm looked like, so he took it with a grain of salt.
There were no mentions at all of any places that he was familiar with, this was all pretty new to him, he ruled out being in Europe since he heard and saw English wherever he went and heard lot's of folk speak in a variety of American dialects.
He didn't know what to think, all he knew was that his rampant spree of tactical procurement and intelligence gathering was complete for the day. Alex managed to gather a few good scores from some more well-off types allowing to find himself a place to stay for a little while and he even got a map of the city. One last piece of information he managed to acquire was from a young couple talking about a nightclub, apparently, it was located on Rue street in a sketchy part of town and is called Juniors, they don't card, and the club is also really nice inside. From what he's heard.
He'd keep that in mind
For now, he had an apartment to find.
The architecture reminded Alex a lot of Pre-war pictures of France and other European cities he'd see in books, holotapes, and travel brochures. Picturesque was the best way of describing it, it filled him with a sense of innocent wonder and awe something he hadn't felt in a long time. He'd always dreamed of seeing New Vegas being rebuilt from the ground up, he was in process of doing so before he left, besides funding his company he put major funds into restoration projects of New Vegas, clearing out the rubble, restoring condemned buildings, and cleaning up the streets, literally and figuratively.
NCR helped a bit, but they were more concerned about collecting taxes and sending power back to California.
Alex knew he was just playing the same game the Bishops had in New Reno, Alex was the head honcho of New Vegas in all but name, keeping the families on a tight leash, nothing major went through without his knowing, whether it was new businesses sprouting up or troop movements, the only difference between him and the Bishops was that he was trying to clean up the streets and not get his people high 24/7.
In the long run, all of Alex's efforts might just be in vain, only to have someone corrupt his ideals or projects for their own selfish purposes. He supposed that's just the way of things and there's not much he can do about that.
The Wasteland showed time and again that dirty deeds were sometimes necessary for long term success, even if the intentions of these individuals were less than pure, it spawned prosperous communities in the wastes that otherwise would have died out long ago, it was that greed to expand, to gain more profits and resources. It was the same greed that led to the end of the world and ironically also led to the rebuilding of it as well.
There was never such a thing as a happy ending in the Wasteland.
Only Bittersweet ones.
'Jesus Christ this place is making me broody, I need a drink' thought Alex
He walked for a little while deep in thought and day turned to dark.
His ruminations lasted right up until he started walking into the grimy areas of the Commercial District, ah this was more like it. Rundown apartments, boarded-up stores, hookers, pimps, drug dealers, homeless people, smoggy mist, and the sight of a child chasing an oversized rat with a butcher knife. Just like home, at least in northern Vegas sights like this were still common. So much for all the awe and wonder he had just a few moments ago.
Even the architecture took a sharp contrast from the other parts of the cities he's seen, everything looked a lot older, but that could be from all the dirt and grime. This area was filled with liquor stores, gun stores, bodegas, and tall apartment buildings.
'Stinks like a New Vegas shitter too' thought Alex
Alex noticed most of the inhabitants were the folks with animal features, even saw a few humans mixed in with the bunch.
Graffiti all over the walls, art, markings of gang territory, and words like 'Ozpin is a crook,' 'Eat my ass huntsman,' and 'Fuck 12,'
Very enlightening
"Hey, buddy! hold up!" shouted some random guy
Alex ignored him
"Hey! Wait for just a second, I wanna talk to you!" shouted the man again
Alex kept walking
"Buddy! Buddy!"
'Jesus can't this guy take a hint,' thought Alex
He then felt a hand on his shoulder, turning around Alex saw his usual Waster bum, oversized ragged coat, torn clothing, swollen red nose, grey beanie, and stunk like a septic tank
He gave Alex this shit-eating grin and a front seat view to his yellow rotting teeth.
"Personal space mean anything to you guy" gruffly responded Alex
"Hey c'mon don't act like that now, I'm just trying to be friendly and meet new faces is all, they call me Joey round here, what about you? What's your name?" said Joey
"Yeah nice meeting you Joey but I really need to get going," said Alex
"Aw don't be like that now, how bout I buy you a drink! I know this real great titty bar a few blocks from here c'mon wadda ya say?" said Joey the Bum
"I don't even think you're in a financial position to be making such generous decisions," said Alex
"Nah don't worry about it I know the guy who runs it, I'm their best customer, they wouldn't mind giving us a few drinks on the house c'mon wadda ya say," said Joey
"No really it's fine," said Alex
"Aw c'mon don't tell me you're on the straight and narrow," said Joey
"Listen, guy, I'm not that interested in what you have to say or your titty bars, so let's leave it at that and go our separate ways," said Alex
"C'mon c'mon! Just a couple of drinks!" said Joey
"Fuck off, I'm not going to say it again, I'm not interested in what you have to say, or your fucking titty bars," growled Alex
Joey raised his hands in surrender, "Okay, okay, okay, you're the boss and I can take a hint, if you ever need a drinking buddy I'll be around," Joey ran off into the night, darkness swallowing him whole.
'A lot more energetic than your usual Freeside mugger that's for sure, probably also a cue for a change of clothes' thought Alex.
The checkered jacket did make him stand out, thankfully he wasn't wearing any jewelry or else that confrontation would have taken a turn for the worst. There were a lot of things Alex would have to do tomorrow in order to blend in properly.
Alex continued to walk the streets in search of a place to stay, the occasional prostitute would try to hail him over, the sounds of gunshots followed up by the squealing of tires as they made their getaway, the sounds of a jazzman practicing his standards, and he even saw a wife stabbing her husband to death
"YOU FUCKING WHORE!" the man screeched out
He grabbed her by the throat and strangled her, wringing her throat like a wet towel, she was going from red to blue from how hard she was being suffocated. His anger was so great he didn't even feel his wife stabbing him.
She stabbed him repeatedly in the stomach and the throat.
Eventually, though he started to slow down finally succumbing to his wounds and collapsed, the woman gasped for air rubbing her throat where his hands used to be, she was covered in blood, her face bloodied from her husband's blood spurting from his throat. She ran off into the night. The man lay flat on his back in a pool of blood, death by a thousand cuts you could say
Nobody checked on him
Finally, Alex came upon a dump with a 'FOR-RENT' sign, it simply said to contact the landlord Stacy inside, apartment number one. By the time Alex showed up it was already 9:30.
The apartment was located across from a liquor store and a few blocks away from Rue street.
Walking into the apartment complex he walked straight then made a right, facing apartment number one, rats ran rampant, dirt and grime covered almost every surface, and the lights occasionally flickered on and off.
'I've seen Fiend dens cleaner than this' thought Alex
Knocking on the door, Alex waited a few seconds, then he heard the clomping of a boot or platform shoe, it would stop then continue, then again, and again
Finally, the door swung open and he was greeted with a horrific sight. The landlady was a short pudgy old woman, pink rollers in hair, droopy tits hanging from her pink nightgown, and her face was more akin to that of a bulldog
"Yeah, the hell do ya want," uttered the woman, her voice was that of a heavy smoker
"Uh…I saw the for-rent sign and was wondering if the room is still available," said Alex
"Oh yeah, it is, I'll show around you around, follow me." Said Stacy
Alex followed her up the steps it was on the 6th floor of the complex, apartment number 23. Took them ages to get there, Stacy kept blaming her bad foot and stopped every 4 steps. When they finally reached the door, Stacy fumbled around with her collection of keys causing a major ruckus of jingling. Stacy found the right key and began unlocking the door
"Little tip, you gotta push the door towards ya when opening the door, anyway here's the place," said Stacy
It was small, very small, there was a couch that took up quite a bit of space, to the left of the couch there was a door leading to a Bathroom. To the right of Alex, there was another small room, it just had a sink, a counter, and a few cabinets. In the center there were two windows covered with muck and grease, at least they had shades.
The apartment was rampant with roaches and mice
'What a fucking dump' thought Alex
"It's 300 Lien a month, it includes electricity and running water, I'll even throw in the couch, but if you decide to throw it out it'll cost ya extra, there's no paperwork and you can move in right now, just don't cause a fucking ruckus," said Stacy
"It'll have to do, here," said Alex handing her the money
"Alright here's your key," said Stacy
With that out of the way, the landlady left Alex to his own devices shutting the door on her way out. With hands-on his hips and a raised eyebrow Alex looked around the shithole that was his new apartment.
'I've slept in worse, but I'd still prefer the Lucky 38,' thought Alex
He'd eventually move out to somewhere much nicer once he had his forged documents, but for now this will have to do. Alex began de-materializing items like canned food, toiletries, water, and other commodities to make his stay a little more comfortable.
After Alex was finished getting situated, he decided it was time to go out to get some drinks, he'd get a nice buzz, lounge around, then head home. He'd try his luck at that club he heard about earlier in the day, it wasn't exactly like Alex had that many choices to begin with considering his current predicament, he'd also rather save his reserve moonshine for special occasions.
Today's been a shitty day for Alex, what was supposed to be a simple milk run turned into operation shitstorm within a matter of minutes. So, he felt he deserved a little break along with getting to know the locals.
After walking a bit on Rue street Alex found Juniors bar as he approached the doors of the nightclub, he could hear muffled music, there was no bouncer at the front door not even a line of people waiting to get in
There was a moment of hesitation, it could some type of set up to lure young people into some sort of sick scheme, or it could just be some sort of cultural difference he didn't know about
Either way Alex decided to go out on a limb and enter the club, he walked down a dark, hallway with graffiti plastered all over, and then entered through another set of double doors.
He was immediately hit with the sound of blaring electronic music and strobing lights.
It made Alex cringe, sounded like nonsense made manifest. Reminded him of that shit NCR art students would play when they'd take over a club for a night, but that was Lo-Fi and avant-garde, this was just a horrible and loud dance music
He was always more of a punk guy himself
After having his old geezer moment, he approached the bar making observations of the club as he did so.
He took notice of the strobing glass pillars and holographic trees. People dancing in the center, flailing around and grinding on each other. Men dressed in sharp black and red suits, they looked like mobsters. Alex decided to just keep his down and find a quiet corner to drink, he'd rather not accidently chat up some mob boss's daughter and have a crime organization coming after his ass.
Alex rested his hands on the bar counter he signaled over the bartender
"What can I get for you," said the Bartender
"Let me just get a bottle of the strongest whiskey you got," said Alex
"Sure thing, you'll have to pay upfront though we don't do bar tabs anymore," said the Bartender.
Forking over the lien, Alex took his bottle of Glady's Vacuan Malt Whiskey and found a relatively quiet corner, from his booth he got a good view of the club. It was hard trying to tune out the sound of blaring electronic music, so he settled on making color commentary on the club goers.
The clothing here in the club was a lot more abrasive than on the streets and the mall. Lots of skimpy clothing and dudes with button-ups, gelled up hair, and shitty cologne. The booths next to him are where people would come to do a line of coke then head back out onto the dance floor.
For some reason, it wasn't livelier here, but he wasn't complaining.
As time passed, Alex noticed a man walking into the club, he was wearing a bowler hat, spiffy suit, orange hair, and long bangs covering his right eye. He had this stupid smirk that reminded him of Benny.
The man strutted over to some big burly guy, most likely Junior the owner of the club, and some girls with bored looks on their faces.
Junior and the man talked for a while, but Junior started getting frustrated, making motions that he needed money or more of it. They went back and forth but finally, orange hair dude relented and handed Junior an envelope, briskly walking away
Another person was walking over to Junior now, long blonde hair, young 17 or 18, had a nice rack on her
The bimbo walked over, Junior motioned his girls to beat it, Blondie ordered a drink and started chatting up Junior, he wasn't having it though, clearly still irritated from the previous conversation.
Blondie wasn't having any of it either, evident by the act of putting his balls in a vice grip
Alex flinched and covered his care package
Immediately Juniors men began encircling blondie and Junior
'Shit's about to hit the fan' thought Alex
Alex pulled out A Light Shining in Darkness, hiding it under his table, he wasn't going to help the blonde, it was her dumbass that got herself in that situation he was just getting ready in case he needed to bug out.
The girl shoved a scroll in front of Juniors face asking about something, Blondie didn't the answer he gave her and squeezed tighter.
He swears he could see Junior's eyes bulge out of his sockets.
Juniors men finished their encirclement, there was thirty of them
'Sorry kid, but you grabbed the wrong pair of nuts,' thought Alex
She was smiling and confident that she's still in control of the situation
Finally, Blondie let go, Junior let out a sigh of relief, but his attitude quickly changed into one of anger. Grabbing his red-tinted shades, Junior and his goons escorted Blondie out
She stopped them short and said something to Junior that made him smile like an idiot
He puckered his lips, leaning in for a kiss
'Oh, this fucking nimrod,' thought Alex
Junior was about to kiss a potentially underaged girl, guess Blondie wanted to see this fucker in court too.
Before Junior could finish going in for the kiss, Blondie punched Junior and sent him flying into one of the glass pillars.
'HOLY FUCKING SHIT' panicked Alex
The glass shattered all over the crowd near the pillar, large chunks of glass cut people giving them nasty cuts all over their bodies, one man was looking up and had glass shattered all over his eyes blinding him.
All around people screamed and ran for the club exits
Juniors goons converge on Blondie with pistols and machetes
Blondie activated some type of weapon from what her bracelets were and engaged the thugs
And Alex was silently drinking
What? Sure people were getting hurt and he was little panicked but it wasn't his fight, besides he'd rather not use his Pip-Boy in public, then restrain her and stick around for the police to come, he did, after all, shoot a mall cop in the knees earlier today.
Blondie was doing kicks, somersaults, backflips, and fucking jumping jacks. Honestly, he hasn't seen this much showy fighting since those two drug addicts in Westside tried to rob him.
It seemed to be working on these mooks so he won't knock on her too hard, but it'd be appreciated if she could hurry it up, he was running dry.
DJ with the bear mascot bask pulled out a Tommy gun of all things and unloaded onto her, she ducked and weaved the bullets, it made Alex's face scrunch a bit, those bullets seemed like they were moving just a little too slow.
Blondie leaped and smashed bear dudes face onto the control board and threw him off.
'Jesus, where's the police, I'm dry' mourned Alex
In walked the two girls that were with Junior, they also started going at it with Blondie.
'Who fights in high heels? Dresses too, seriously?' thought Alex
He just shook his head in disbelief, this place was getting weirder and weirder every second he spent here, he heavily considered pulling out the super mutant hooch.
The twins were making Blondie sweat putting the hurt on her, there was some type force field that prevented them from getting too fucked up, Alex didn't know how to explain it but they shouldn't even be able to do all this wacky shit they're doing
Blondie started gaining the upper hand kicking the red out of the fight, literally. Now Blondie and the other twin started tap dancing and break dancing or whatever the fuck.
Blondie kicked that bitch in the face and took her out of the fight.
Things seemed to be winding down, so Alex got up to get another drink
Then Junior jumped back into a fight with a missile launcher, Alex sat back down
The launcher shot multiple missiles, they all missed, and it didn't even do any damage to the club. Like any actual RPG would.
'Should get a refund on his ammo, brother was sold crap,' thought Alex
Junior transformed his launcher into an oversized baseball bat and lunged at her.
Wait a second
Missile launcher? Transformed? To a baseball bat?
'Fuck this place' thought Alex rubbing his temples
Somewhere along the way, Junior managed to rip off a lock of hair he tried to grab Blondie by the hair, kind of a bitch move in Alex's opinion.
Blondie seemed to agree because she flared up, literally, in anger causing another major shockwave, wither her hair ablaze she rushed junior in an amazing display of speed
She punched Junior square in the jaw, sending him flying out the window, Blondie followed soon after leaping out of the club.
That was that nothing left but shattered glass and broken bones. Juniors goons nursed their wounds or were unconscious, one guy was slump on the ground dead, he hit his neck on a railing when he was sent flying from Blondies first shockwave, didn't seem to have that magic crap his other buddies had.
This crazy bitch came in, threatened the owner, trashed the place, injuring dozens, and caused untold amounts of Pandemonium just because she couldn't find what she was looking for.
Unbelievable.
She had better hope her daddy is loaded with cash because he can already smell the lawsuits coming from a mile away.
There was also the fact that she trashed what was most likely a mob-owned club so there's bound to be a hit out on her soon.
From what he saw the kid was way to use to charging in like a bull and getting her way, it didn't help that most of the goons just charged at her like some over-zealous legionnaire. It confused him to no end, they had guns, why didn't they take cover and use them? But what'd he expect from mobsters with magical force fields.
For now, Alex decided it was time to cash out, cops seemed slow today but he didn't want to take any chances, on his way out he reached over and grabbed the fanciest looking wine they had and left some lien on the counter.
Alex turned around and addressed the goons moaning in pain
"Enjoy your piss everyone. Goodbye," said Alex
Alex chuckled, he's always wanted to say that
Today was eventful for Alex, hectic as all hell too. He'd be spending a good while here, wherever the hell here is. Tomorrow was when he'd hit the books and keep himself in the loop of things around here.
Walking out of the club, Alex looked up at the night sky, do some stargazing before he headed home
Only to see a half shattered moon
"Holy shit,"
AN: I'm basing this off my TTW playthrough, I had mods like Weapons of the New Millenia, and Project Nevada installed. The Lone Courier won't be going to beacon since he's already 25 and much too old for Beacon. He'll still have some interactions with the main characters, but I don't plan on him being held hostage at Beacon. I thought about posting a list of the Lone Couriers stats and gear but ultimately decided against it, I rather use up that space and word count to progress the story. I already have in mind what kind of gear he has so don't worry about him pulling too much stuff out of his ass.
EDIT: Sorry I didn't mean to pull a Kanye, but the moon slipped my mind and as I was writing the third chapter I was like "Oh Shit! The Moon!" I'd figure that would be a pretty important and obvious indicator to Alex that he wasn't on Earth anymore. I also apologize for cheaply tacking it on at the last minute.