"After a tussle in some blue vortex with Savage, I woke up in Goodsprings, four days ago." David lit a cigarette. "I killed Savage once before, going out the way I did… it was scary. Nothing like that was worth throwing my life away. No surprise that after the incident, Neo-Umbrella would buy their way out of all the problems and accusations that happened that day, just like their predecessors did. Anyone can just buy their way out of anything these days." He smoked. "Asking for my life back would be great, but at least Neo-Umbrella is a thing of the past."
"Fucking hell. That was just. Wow. I cannot believe this." Arcade had placed his head in his hand and rubbed his forehead.
Veronica sat in shock, eyes wide open to hearing such a story. "Man out of time. Never would've thought."
"What did this 'Savage' have against you anyhow?" Cass asked, softly with a side of irritation.
"Apart from killing him, I don't know." David smoked. "He was around twenty or so years before me, back then he was just a desk jockey in a suit, so my dad says. Word of mouth also mentions that he rarely had shown any morals; I got the first-hand experience in that matter." He leant back in his seat and smoked some more. "Maybe it was a sense of pride he had for himself, or maybe it was the fact he had an inferiority complex to his superiors, either way, his love for himself would be his downfall. Killing him was almost a mistake. Almost."
Arcade took off his glasses. "And he worked for an evil corporation that specialised in creating weapons that happened to be organic? B.O.W.s?"
"That's right." David smoked and stubbed out his cigarette on his chest. The ashes crumbled over his lap. "During my service, they were damn near human-looking and were able to operate within social establishments. To add insult to injury, they were stronger, faster, and had more combat experience compared to the regular person."
"They sound like perfect soldiers," Boone muttered.
"To some aspects they were, I'm stunned that they're gone entirely from your period. It looks like it's all about wars between Legion, N.C.R. and House. I've seen a lot of shit in my years, and now with the absence of Neo-Umbrella I'm just glad no one's using chemical warfare." David spoke grimly, "The last thing the Mojave needs is another psycho running around with something they shouldn't."
Cass leant carefully to hear David clearer. "What are you trying to say, David?"
"It only takes one person with a virus to contaminate a city, and it only takes a monster with a dream to destroy the world... the same can happen again. Even here in the future, the odds are against our survival." David started to tear up but held back his sadness. "Can never catch a break."
"What happened to this 'Savage'?" Boone asked.
"I dunno. I heard a rumour that Dorian arrived in the Commonwealth twenty-four years ago, 2257 I think. His last known location was here in the Mojave a few short months ago. He's out there I know it, mocking me and everything we did just to put him down. Gets off to that shit."
In a sudden outburst, Cass slammed her fist on the table. "I never even seen this prick before but if I ever do I'll gut this fucker... I'll gut him myself."
"Better get in line," Boone mumbled, looking up to David. "I wouldn't mind killing that prick too."
Arcade rubbed his eyes and put back on his glasses, then took them back off. "Hold on. Y-You actually believe this?"
"You don't?" Veronica chuckled.
"Borderline impossible. How are you: David Wesker, able to travel through time in the manner you did without a logical explanation?"
"I'm not a genius Arcade, but that's what happened before I died, everything I can remember at least. If you don't like it, you can take it up with the Germans. Apart from that, you make it sound like I want to be here!" Arcade surrendered his further questions after a slight raise of his hands.
David took out his wedding photo and driving licence from his wallet and placed them out on the table; then he left his S.T.A.R.S. card case next to them. He scattered the documents over the table for all his friends to see.
David pointed to his wedding photo. "This is my wife and I on our wedding day, Samantha Simpson." He led to his driver's licence. "My pre-war licence." Lastly resting his finger on his S.T.A.R.S. card case. "My ID from my time, heck I'm even still wearing a prototype stealth combat armour for fuck's sake."
"You don't have to believe me if you don't want to," he continued, "I get it, I want you to understand why it was hard for me to be honest. It's not easy bringing this up, you know." He gathered up his documents into his hand and tucked them away inside his armour's pockets. "There, I said I was going to tell you, and I did. What do you think now?"
"You're an honest kid; I don't believe you'd to be the lying type. Besides, you couldn't make that all up even if you tried." Arcade polished his glasses with a cloth dangling out his shirt pocket and put them back on. "I'm sorry for doubting you."
"That's not even the end of it. I have something concerning you and Veronica here."
Arcade froze. "Excuse me?"
"What do you two know of your family heritage?"
"Easy. It ties around the Brotherhood since I was born."
"I grew up under the care of the N.C.R., that's all I know until I joined the Followers as a researcher. Any particular reason why?" Arcade checked the time on his gold watch. "It's getting late."
"I had two cousins before I died, Blayne and Joshua. When I did a favour for Mr House, he gave me some documents about my descendants." David took out Arcade's and Veronica's dossiers and handed it to each of them. It was just two sheets of paper each. "Best you read them for yourself."
A moment passes for Arcade and Veronica to read upon their dossiers, displaying all their information on their current status, employment, vitality and all their person in very graphic information. On the last page of the file was their respected family trees, tied in directly with David's to great detail, all the way back to the year 2021.
At the top of Veronica's tree was Blayne Gospel Wesker and at the upper part of Arcade's was Joshua Albatross Wesker. Two cousins tied with David from hundreds of years ago.
Arcade was offended. "How did Mr House get this information? Some of this I don't even know about myself!"
"Kinda creepy, him knowing about us. Major invasion on our privacy much."
"I know Mr House; he has a habit of knowing everything. He has networks of information, including my employer STARS. He printed the dossiers for me as payment for a small job. My cousins at one point were in service under STARS, that's how Mr House traced your lineages down to mine. It turns out I'm both of your ancestors."
"Are you implying that we're related?"
"Yes. Arcade, you're a descendant of my cousin Joshua and Veronica here is a descendant of my other cousin Blayne. Our family split down three separate paths: Brotherhood, N.C.R. and Vault-Tec. The Great War split us all up pretty bad."
"This is a lot to take in at once," Veronica groaned. "My head hurts…"
"I have a descendant myself, courtesy of my eldest son, Sanford." David sighed. "A granddaughter in Goodsprings. Name's Sunny Smiles; she's a nice girl – met her a few days ago."
"Does she know?"
"No. I'll get around to it eventually… I only learned about this today. You three, including me, are the last living descendants of the Wesker Children."
"Wesker what now?"
David nodded solemnly. "Old history best left forgotten. It just felt right to tell you lot since we're related. Let's leave it at that for now and get back to our drinks."
"Let's have a good time with good company. Quite rare to let loose these days." Veronica took her wine from the tray, while everyone else took their favourite drink after her.
"I don't want anything I said to change our friendship, we're good friends, and I'm still the same guy I was yesterday. Just because half of us are related doesn't mean anything has to change."
Arcade put his dossier away into his Follower coat. "Here here. I'll keep a hold on this by the way. Don't know if I should be shocked or surprised."
Veronica handed David her dossier. "Just what do we call you now?" she jokingly said with a gleaming white smile. "Uncle? Cousin? Great something or other?" she giggled.
"David is fine with me," he chuckled. "We're just different branches of the same tree. This is a bit weird for me too."
"Out of time for over two hundred years… wouldn't wish that upon anyone. No wonder you were so distant when we first met," Boone uttered. "Not easy..."
"I feel like a million bucks getting that off my chest," David breathed. "You get around by thinking of a topic just a little too long, and it somehow sounds worse the more you think about it."
"Overthinking is a bitch. Right?"
"Yeah. How about we get to drinking?"
"Now we're talking cowboy."
"Mr House gave me a presidential suite in Lucky 38; you're all welcome to crash as long as you want. Now let's drink over it and have a good time, huh?"
"My kind of language," Cass smirked.
"How about some gambling after?" Veronica suggested.
"Drinking and gambling don't mix well. Believe me, I know. That's how the casinos work. They bleed you dry."
"I'll take your words for it, Cass."
David, Arcade, Boone, Cass and Veronica continued to drink at the ACES for hours and hours after the friendly chat David finally disclosed. Laughs, chuckles and cheers. The five drank merrily all around.
Darkness followed shortly after that, around at the time they've finished drinking — hundreds of caps on vodka, wine, scotch, absinthe and whiskey. Most were paid by the man of the hour: David, though he was setting a good example. After all, he was the guardian of the old, new family.
At night shortly after 10 pm, David marched his now drunk party out of the theatre and back outside to Lucky 38, to stay the night in his presidential suite to crash for the twilight. With no stops, David figured out Mr House wouldn't let in his party, but he didn't care so fuck it. The Securitrons just left them be.
The suite was perfect for the post-modern era, fitting for the ending of the excellent day. Even though it was a single floor, it had a good variety of rooms to suit any person's taste. With beer goggles coming on David couldn't take in the rich, fascinating interior for long, everyone was tired or just sick.
Arcade, Boone and Veronica went to a room to what looks like a small bedroom with two queen beds. Arcade slumped onto the ugly couch like a lightweight, ironic considering the blood he carries of the hardy types of intellectuals and survivors. Boone and Veronica flopped onto the same queen bed and blacked out quickly.
David and Cass shuffled to the door opposite the elevator; the main bedroom was an elegant one, fit for the new owner that is David. A double king-sized bed for two, maybe three. The room had the decency to have a desk, terminal and a seating area. Almost perfect.
Cass held David back away from the romantic bed and got the impression that the night was still young enough to be out and partying. There was more of Vegas to see, and he was open to the idea. However, he felt a bit reluctant to leave everyone else.
Cass successfully convinced him after a peck on the cheek. To ditch the others to seek out a desire that only they understood, Gomorrah, Atomic Wrangler, Ultra-Luxe, nothing was too small to get some more alcohol flowing for the next few hours.
She was nearly drunk, and yet David was as sound as a pound. It was off to the King's School of Improv, though not until after some private dances and strip clubs along the way. Oh yeah, their lifestyle was that expensive.
Hours later in the King's stage room, a very colourful reception of flowers was held, just by the entrance. Straightforward and small it was, with the only guests being David, Cass, The King and his loyal members of the quoted family. Mostly wearing their black and white striped shirts, on the stage was the King, their leader and not boss, and his robot dog Rex.
The rows of chairs behind were few though all taken by various King members and Freeside residents. Some people they knew, some they just saw or spoke once. No one stood out shamefully. It was hard to see what all the hype was about being in a state.
It turns out it was a wedding ceremony, with the music and the looks. David and Cass crashed a wedding reception. That was why everyone was watching them. What other reason was there? The drunken pair stood up, and some lights above shined over them.
The pieces came together; it was their wedding reception. David felt his pockets were a bit lighter. Why, oh why, did they start walking on stage? Someone was getting married, and they were the only couple on stage. He couldn't stop himself.
The pair presented themselves to the King, staring at him in a haze, too caught at the moment. David felt like calling it all off since he paid for most, if not, everything. Then again, Cass looked so beautiful under the light, more so than back at the bar when he was the soberest. With her cheeks rosy and her hair neatly tied in a ponytail. He was a bit tongue-tied every time he was around her.
After exchanging some default vows and commitments, the short wedding came to an end, the King put down his bible and sealed the deal. David kissed his new bride, with euphoria and ecstasy. Nothing was definite, but it was one of the best feelings he had in his adult life — the spontaneous side of it all.
The Kings began to applaud David and Cass' moment of happiness. Catcalls were frequent, though that was all for Cass; she deserved all of them. Though the Kings and their hospitality held all of the ceremonies, David and Cass were just getting warmed up. The King stepped in to hand them a key to a private room to tie the knot before things got freaky. Was it that obvious?
David took the key and left the stage in a rush, didn't want to lose the mojo too early, they both hurried to their room for some peace on earth. The steps did little to stall the inevitable, three floors of emptiness and living rooms of the least importance. The door at the very top of the building with the tie around the knob was theirs. The red love heart on the door was hilarious.
The moderately sized love suite was a lovely complement to the occasion, a large heart-shaped double bed for two, a pool table and a jukebox.
Two of those three will remain unused today, even the seating area and tables held no interest. Under the dim light who cares? David just wanted to savour the night to consort his new wife.
Cass suddenly grabbed David and slammed him against the wall, kissing his lips, clawing his hair, acting like an animal in heat. David couldn't let this craving redhead go hungry.