War Walker

by Shaneman17

Life can be cruel sometimes. To others, they sometimes pleasure in that fact. When a man finds himself in a world where a cruel Empire rules, what will he do? Join the darkness or tear it apart with the savagery born from a dead world? Either way, Blood will flow and only death will be left in his wake.

6. Living Legends

Time for the other two to join Night Raid. Now , after overwhelming support, I will write 'Night Raid Watches The Storyteller.' In fact it's already up.

Now I was asked this in the PM, Nate is wearing non-modified T-60 power armor. You can't start out with the best armor right off the bat.

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Ch. 5 Living Legends

Not all angels come to save.

-Anonymous

Shamus

Man am I glad I had stocked up on Sunset Sarsaparilla before coming here.

I idly took a sip from my bottle. Sitting on top of the cliff, I was the lookout while the others went and took care of some tribal scouts that were looking for our headquarters. Nothing came my way, but through the scope of my Anti-Material rifle, I saw several of my team mates fight. Akame had just killed three with one strike, the men were too slow as she slit their throats with a wide slice.

In the distance, I saw a beam of light strike somewhere in the forest. No doubt, from Mine's Imperial Arms, Pumpkin.

I asked about that, apparently most members of Night Raid wielded an Imperial Arms. I already had first hand experience with Murasame, the scissors Extase, and the armor named Incursio. Essentially a poisoned sword, blades that can cut through anything and adaptable power armor. Mine also had the rifle oddly named Pumpkin that shot energy that varied on power based on how much danger it's user was in. Lubbock had his Cross Tails, an odd glove with wires that he can control. He could create weapons and armor by weaving them together in specific shapes. He had proved himself to be tricky during our spars.

Honestly, their weapons almost sounded like they were magical, which was ridiculous and impossible. However I learned long ago, thinking something was impossible simply because it was out of your realm of experience only lead to an early grave. Such as thinking it was impossible to have a conversation with my lobotomized brain.

From my position, I saw them regroup and started heading back to the base.

Atomizing my rifle, I grabbed my drink and made my way down to the base and headed to the kitchen. Thinking to do something nice for my new found friends, I started preparing a meal of gecko steak and a salad. The lettuce was something to get used too, but not unpleasant. The steak didn't take long to make once I started cutting with the superheated cosmic knife, shortening the cooking time from thirty minutes to thirty seconds.

I had just set out the plates when the door burst open and the assassins walked in.

"Woooow, something smells good!" Leone said. They saw the food layed out and before anyone could blink, Akame was in her seat and wolfing down the lizard meat. "Oh trying to get on my good side huh? Well, its working.~" Leone purred.

I just rolled my eyes and sat down to eat. If the collective hums and moans were anything, they seemed to like it. A few minutes later and Najenda joined us, expressing her own admiration for the food. "This is good. I don't recognize the meat, what is this?" She asked.

"That's Gecko. An animal from my world. Knee high lizards, nothing more than pests, except for the green and fire ones. Those are bigger and spit acid and fire respectively, also they're never alone. Personally I like deathclaw meat better. Much more tasty."

"Oh hey," Leone said, stopping here meal. Although Akame stole the meat when she wasn't looking. "I've been meaning to ask you something. How come you called yourself the Courier?"

Finishing up my meal I kicked up my feet on the table. "Well that's what I used to be. You see, I always liked to be on the move. In the wasteland, it's tough getting deliveries from one place to another, whether it be a valuable object or information. Problem is to be a courier, you have to be able to survive whatever the wastes throw at you. People started calling me the Courier as a moniker once I started making a name for myself back when I was seventeen. You see, I was making a delivery to New Vegas, a platinum poker chip. It didn't seem like much, but that job changed my life."

That got everyone's attention as they leaned closer. Unfortunately for them Akame took the opportunity to steal the rest of their meals as well, getting a sigh from Sheele.

"I stopped by the town of Goodsprings for a drink. I didn't know it at the time, but several men were there waiting for me. While I was preoccupied with paying for the beer, one of them spiked my drink. A few minutes later I was stumbling around outside in the dark when one of the men grabbed me, so I punched him in the face, but another came from behind and knocked me out with a shovel."

That got a cringed out of the group while Tatsumi rubbed the back of his own head in mock pain.

I continued with my story. "When I woke up, my hands were bound and I found myself surrounded by my attackers in a small cemetery on top of the nearby hill. In front of me was a well dressed man in a black and white checkered suit, the man behind my capture who learned his name was Benny. I can still remember it clear as day. He was arguing with one of the thugs but he told them he didn't kill people without looking them in the face."

Pulling up my pipboy, I atomized a pistol. This one was a small nine millimeter but was an absolutely gorgeous weapon. The metal was all polished stainless steel with artful engravings covering the thing. The grips were a beautiful white ivory with a picture of a holy woman on each side. Most widened their eyes while Leone gave a appreciative whistle.

"He pulled this little piece out of his pocket for me to see and he said, "From where you're kneeling it must seem like an eighteen karat run of bad luck. But the truth is, the game was rigged from the start." And just like that, he went and pulled the trigger. Eight days later I woke up. Obviously I was pissed, so the first thing on my mind was revenge. As I made my way through the desert tracking him down, I did odd jobs here and there and the people started to talk about the me. The courier who came back from the dead and drenched the Mojave in the blood of the wicked. After that, the name stuck."

"Damn, how the hell are you alive?" Lubbock asked.

"I ask myself that every day. Now you see, I'm not the only one with a name like that. Over the past two hundred and ten years, there have been several people who have earned similar titles, and most earned them by spilling oceans of blood. The first was called the Vault Dweller back in twenty one sixty one and the Chosen One in twenty two forty one. I have the pleasure of knowing three others. The fist I met was the Storyteller."

"What kind of name is Storyteller?" Mine said.

"Well that's what he is. He a pretty good fighter and has dedicated his life to exploring the wasteland and documenting all the history he can find. I've done a few jobs for him, mostly getting pictures and documents for him put into one of his stories together. In a world that's more worried about not being somethings next meal, he decides to record events for future generations. That way people can actually learn from past mistakes."

Sheele nodded. "How noble of him. Who are the other two though?"

"I meet the others around the same time, about a year ago. They were dubbed the Lone Wanderer and Sole Survivor. I got bored in the Mojave and decided to explore the east coast, I wandered into a place called the Commonwealth and was exploring when I ran into the Survivor, he used to be a soldier from before the war and-"

"Wait, wait, wait!" Tatsumi said waving his arms. "I thought you said the war happened over two hundred years ago?"

"Well you see before the war, there was a company called Vault-Tec that knew atomic annihilation was a likely possibility, so they built great underground bunkers called vaults to protect humanity. The problem was the minds behind the vaults really weren't meant to protect people, but instead run social and scientific experiments. They saw the inhabitants as nothing more than lab rats. His Vault experimented with long term cryogenic sleep. Essentially freezing someone so thoroughly that they can be held in stasis for years and wake up like only a second had passed. So yes, my friend is over two hundred years old."

Several jaws dropped while Najenda hummed in thought. "I've known biological Imperial Arms to last all these years, but to freeze a regular man for two centuries, that's extraordinary. No doubt every time he tells that story, it's always a good way to break the ice. Heh?" She said with a smile.

The others just let out annoyed groans, while I personally began to worry.

Her and Nate must never meet! Like I need double the horrible puns!

Shaking that away, I got back to my explanation. "Anyways, he woke up to his now destroyed world and immediately set out to rebuild his life. Eventually, he took control of the local militia, the Minutemen, and took control of the Commonwealth after dealing with a particularly malevolent faction. He's been trying to rebuild civilization since then. My other friend, the Lone Wanderer came from the Capital Wasteland, what was left of America's former capital. He stepped out of a Vault and started out as an innocent lost soul looking for his father, pretty soon he was the kind of person you don't fuck with. With in three months he was one of the best killers in the wasteland. Despite his talent for slaughter, that kid is always trying to make the world a better place. The problem is he usually prefers to travel alone since he has the unfortunate habit of watching his friends and family die."

This caused them to grimace while Akame just lowered her gaze.

"Anyway, I met the kid when he was trying to track down his old friend, a scientist named Dr. Li and found her in the Commonwealth. He talked to her and a few of his old allies and apparently he was pretty angry so I decided to lend an ear. An organization he used to work for went back on what made them good guys and he was pissed. Eventually we moved off from that and we started talking and we ended up getting along, then the Survivor walked in and joined the conversation. Next thing we know we're going on a few adventures here and there dealing with raiders and what ever wasteland horror there was that day. Now we're friends."

"Well, I'd very much like to meet these men someday." Najenda said. "For today, there is no more duties to attend today. Tomorrow however, we have a target to eliminate. The distant relative of Prime Minister Honest, Lokal. Not to mention Tatsumi, you'll be training with Mine."

The table shook as Tatsumi slammed his face into it. Mine was crossing her arms and smirking. "Great, thanks for reminding me." He grumbled into the wood.

I do not envy him. Poor bastard.

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The next day

Sending a fast uppercut to the jaw, Leone was again on her back rubbing her soar face with her oversized paw.

"Your still too predictable. I saw those last three attacks coming a mile away." I said lowering my fists. We were out in the training yard, this time with Lubbock and Bulat as an audience.

"Hah! Just give it up Leone, your not going to beat him!" Bulat called out with a laugh.

"Don't listen to him Leone!" Lubbock shouted. "I believe in you!"

With renewed vigor Leone got up and with a roar pounced at me. I moved to the side, grabbed her wrist and forced her to the ground while pulling her arm behind her back.

"Saw that coming too."

The girl just grunted in frustration before surrendering. Helping her up, she changed back into her usual self. "Man, I didn't even come close that time." She grumbled.

"Don't feel to bad, I have plenty of experience in beating people to death. Honestly your not bad at all. Just keep that temper and blood lust under control."

"All right my turn!" Lubbock stepped forward brandishing his wired gloves. "Plus I've got a surprise for you." Suddenly thin metallic wires came out of the gloves and in his hands began to form a large and familiar looking blade. In his hands was an exact replica of my personal favorite sword.

"Oh, you want to play like that do you? I guess it's true when they say imitation is the highest form of flattery." I said amused. I decided to reatomize the original blade and no sooner was it in my hands that I was charging at him.

He decided to put some distance between us so he jumped backwards about ten feet. Once I got close to where he was, I leapt into the air to avoid the nearly imperceptible string he must have left to trip me. Coming back down, I saw Lubbock's look of surprise at avoiding his trap turn to panic as I got closer. In a hasty attempt to protect himself, he raised his wire blade in front of him.

As our blades connected, Lanius easily sliced the green man's weapon and caused him to stumble back. Reaching with my left hand out to grab and lift him by his throat, I placed my sword tip against his chest.

Noticing his position, Lubbock raised his hands in surrender. Letting him go, he rubbed his soar throat. "I honestly don't know what other result I was expecting. What is that thing anyways?" He asked as the others came closer.

Giving the blade a twirl, I planted the lethal end in the ground. "This sword here is Lanius, a beast of a blade made by the best Blacksmiths in the wasteland using old world tech. It's made from a high grade titanium alloy fashioned to a solid steel pipe handle. In the hands of a master, this could cut through just about any armor, let alone some wires."

"Damn, how do you even wield that thing?" Bulat asked.

Atomizing Lanius I dusted off my hands before replying. "Simple, either naturally be absurdly strong, or have a cyberneticly enhanced body. You know it really pays to-"

BOOOM!

A massive beam of light suddenly exploded out of the base. If I'm not mistaken, it came from Mines room.

"I'm gonna take a guess that had something to do with Tatsumi."

"Probably." Leone just shrugged.

Something tells me he is going to have a very bad day.

…

Later that night, we gathered around the table, Najenda explained our jobs.

The target was Lokal, distant relative to the prime minister, and he was using his family name to kidnap, rape and beat young women. Nothing more than a bully. It would be Mine who killed him using Pumpkin in its sniper form. Tatsumi would be her protector while the others went after Lokal's body guards. My job was to sneak into his mansion before hit and start freeing the women that were trapped in his dungeon. In and out, just like that.

We were heading out the door when I grabbed Tatsumi by the shoulder and pulled him aside.

"Hey Shamus, what's up?" He Asked happily.

"Not much. Just wanted to wish you luck, and since you're a good kid and I don't want to see you dead, I wanted to give you a gift." Pull up my pipboy, I scrolled through the inventory before finding what I wanted. A flash of amber light appeared in my hands and was replaced with a beautiful black engraved revolver with a white handle.

Twirling the gun in my hand I held it out to him with eyes wide. "This is Lucky, a single action revolver that fires .357 magnum rounds. I was planning on training you how to use a gun next week, but until then I thought you should at least have something hidden up your sleeve until I can properly teach you. It will only fire when you pull back the hammer and remember to squeeze the trigger, not pull it."

Tatsumi took the weapon, holding it like it was the most delicate of glass. "You seriously want me to have this? This would cost a small fortune!"

I just shrugged. "What can I say? That pistol got me through some tough scrapes when I first started out, hopefully it'll do the same for you. Also don't worry about ammo, I got plenty on me. Now let's get you set up." I brought out a shoulder holster and adjusted it to fit the boy.

We ran out the door to catch up with the others, the Tatsumi had a noticeable spring in his step.

…

The mansion was huge, grandiose, and most importantly, easily infiltrated. I went in through the back door, the one used by the servants. There were a few guards, nothing to pose a threat. I didn't give them enough time to raise the alarm so the plan was still on track. Working my way towards the basement, I had to go though several locked doors before I got to the dungeon.

As expected, there were more than four dozen women, chained to the walls and ceiling, all bruised and battered. Once I came in, they all shied away from me in fear, especially since I was wearing my Riot gear. Trying to placate them I held up my hands and tried to at least act non-threatening.

"Don't worry ladies, I won't hurt you. This is a rescue." I said, and some started to crying in joy, though others still looked on with suspicious. Ignoring their reactions, I pulled out my Bobby pins and went about unlocking their shackles. I had just freed the first woman when I heard shouting coming from upstairs.

Well, looks like Lokal has gone the way of the dodo. Still wonder what a dodo was.

I was about to get back to work when I heard something I didn't expect. Gunfire, lots of gunfire, to much for a simple assault rifle. Something was wrong.

I wanted to go investigate, the problem was it had a job to do first. I needed to get the girls free then I could check it out.

Turning I back around a gave a deep sigh. "One down, forty seven to go."

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Tatsumi

"What's going on?"

I had just seen Mine kill Lokal with a amazing long distance shot. However, once he was dead, the whole thing went sideways.

As soon as the target died, the mansion started lighting up with several explosions. Looking through my binoculars, I saw a figure step out of the woods. I couldn't see what they were doing but I did see flashes of light and heard loud cracks. Whatever was happening, it wasn't apart of the plan.

"Mine, what do we do!?"

"Keep your pants on, we just need to regroup with the others. We still need to take care of the personal body guards, except now instead of waiting for them to come to us, we have to go down there and look for them." She said shouldering her rifle, and running towards the rest of Night Raid.

It took us a few minutes to find the rest, but one we did we took off towards the mansion. I ran next Bulat, who was wearing his armor.

"Hey Bro, do you have any clue what's going on?" I asked him.

"Looks like someone had the same idea and wanted the target dead too, once Mine killed Lokal we forced their hand. Be careful Tatsumi, just because they have the same goal as us doesn't mean we're allies. They might want us dead as well." He said reading his spear.

I frowned at that. If these guys wanted to attack the Empire why wouldn't they want to work with us? Then again they might just be killers for hire and Lokal was just their latest hit.

We made it to the massive steps, passing by several bodies dressed in Imperial uniforms. Making it to the top, we were forced to dodge as a flying body came our way. It landed with a crunch and it didn't move once it stopped rolling.

"Guys, that was one of the bodyguards." Leone said.

Looking back to the entrance, standing there was a huge man wearing thick steel armor. On his back was some massive weapon that looked like a gun. Around him were a few more bodies. Some were Imperial and three were dressed like the bodyguards we were after.

"Well now, this is a thing." He said with a voice that seemed to buzz, similar to when Shamus wore his helmet. "I'm going to take wild guess and say one of you is the sniper. By the way, thanks for completely screwing up our plan."

"Well sorry but we had a job to do and you're kinda screwing up our plan now." Leone said stepping forward.

The man was silent, just standing there staring at her for a few seconds. "Cat person, man I wonder if this is the kind of stuff Hancock sees when he's flying high." He said shaking his head. "Alright, two options here, you leave and let me do my job or you can pick a fight, which would be extremely hazardous to your health."

Well so much for being friends. Well since he's already done our job for us, we can just-

"Who do think you are to boss us around, huh?" Mine said rudely.

"The person wearing several hundred pounds of aluminum and steel power armor, so ditch the attitude, flat chest."

Oh no…

"FLAT CHEST!" She screeched as her face went red, she pulled out her weapon and aimed it at the metal clad man. "YOU TAKE THAT BACK RIGHT NOW!"

The man held up his hands to placate the fuming Mine. "Alright, alright, your not flat chested. You happy now…Pinky."

Oh why did he have to call her that?!

"AAAAAHHHH!" With a scream of rage, Mine pull the trigger over and over again, sending blasts of energy at the man, not really taking the time to aim, not that it mattered. They hit him head on and a few hitting the ground around him, kicking up dusts.

After a solid thirty seconds, she let go and lowered her weapon while panting angrily.

"Damn Mine…think you over reacted a bit?" Lubbock asked.

"No, that was perfectly reasonable response. Now let's go ba…what's that noise." She asked tilting her head.

Listening carefully we could hear a metallic hum coming from, somewhere. Looking around, we found where it was coming from. It was came from the strange rotating barrels of some large gun, one that was being held in the hands of the armored man. As the dust settled, I could only see minor damage after Mine's assault. Other than some scratches and dents, he was relatively unscathed, and most likely angry.

"My turn." With that he opened fire.

If Leone hadn't grabbed me and ran behind a pillar, I would have been torn to bits. The rest of my team found their own pillars for cover from the onslaught of bullets.

"Nice going, Mine!" I yelled over the gun fire.

"Shut it you idiot, this is not my fault!"

"You're the one who shot at him!"

"Enough!" The yell silenced us, and surprisingly it came from Akame. "Bulat, you need to distract him long enough for me your get away and find Shamus."

"Oh come we can handle this guy!" Leone scoffed, only to duck as a ricochet nearly nailed her in the head. Just like that, the firing stopped instantly.

"See! He's out of ammo!" She yelled before there was a loud click and he started shooting again. "Me and my big mouth."

Akame just shook her. "No, there's more to it. When he was talking, he didn't say we ruined 'his plan', he said we ruined 'our plan.' It's more than just him, we need to end this fast and Shamus can help so we can find who else is involved."

"Crud, I didn't even notice that." Bulat said and readied his spear. "Alright Akame, get going!" He stepped out of cover and threw his spear as some bullets bounced off his armor. The bullets stopped and Akame bolted down the hall and into the mansion.

I got out of cover along with the rest of Night Raid and rushed the man. While running, I saw that Bulat's spear had knocked the weapon out of the man's hands. The first to reach him was Leone who launched several strikes at the man that were block by his massive for-arms.

Retaliating, he sent a kick that she barley dodged. While he was open, he was tackled by Bulat, but he remained on his feet. They grabbed each others hands and pushed and pulled, each tryout to overpower the other. I ran forward to deliver an over head strike, only for the man to swing Bulat in front of me and allowed my sword to harmlessly bounce off Incursio. Suddenly, Bulat came flying at me and we rolled together for a few dozen feet.

My vision blurred, I could faintly see the others fighting, though I don't think it was going well.

Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder and saw that it was Bulat pulling me up. "You Alright Tatsumi? That must have hurt."

"Yeah don't worry bro, I'm fine, ow!" I yelped as I moved my bruised shoulder. "What the hell happened?"

"The guy held me still long enough to kick me. Got to say, he's pretty damn strong."

"Would you two stop flirting and help!" Leone called out.

Looking back, despite his size, the man seemed agile enough to avoid Sheele's blade. Leone was on top of him sending several punches onto his armored head and leaving a few small dents. Having enough, he grabbed the blond by the waist and tossed her head first into Sheele. Lubbock tried to sneak up on him with a wire to strangle him, only to get an elbow to the gut. Ignoring the downed pervert, the man started charging shoulder first towards the pink clad sniper.

"Mine! Look out!" I yelled in panic.

Yet she didn't move an inch. Instead, she got down on one knee, took aim and waited. A small light appeared in the barrel and steadily brighter and brighter as the man got closer. He was almost on top of her when Mine finally pulled the trigger.

Suddenly a large and blinding beam of light nailed him right in the chest and with a cry of pain, he flew backwards a good twenty yards and landed near Bulat's weapon. He just laid there face down, completely unmoving and smoke wafting off his body.

Relieved, we started making our way towards our sharpshooter. Sheele smiled at her friend, Leone hugged the girl while Lubbock rubbed his soar chest. "Excellent work Mine." Sheele said.

"Yeah, that wasn't half bad shortstack. You almost had us worried." Leone said almost smothering Mine with her breasts. Lucky. Eventually she got herself out of the blondes grip.

"Yeah, not bad, I'm just glad that's over." Lubbock said resting his hands on the back of his head.

"Yeah, I got to say I'm going to feel that one tomorrow."

We all froze upon hearing that voice.

Turning back around, standing there was the man, chest plate dented beyond recognition and the right pauldron missing, but still alive.

"You know I'm impressed. At first I didn't really think much of you guys, but damn! I think you bruised a rib OW, yep bruised rib." He said holding his chest.

"Now I know you probably don't give a damn, but the name's Nate. Now…" He reached over to Bulat's spear, picked it up and gave it a twirl before leveling it's deadly tip at us. "You ready to get back at it?"

The only thing I could do was forced down a nervous gulp.

Akame, please come back soon.

…

Akame

Running along the hallways, I tried to navigate the lavish mansion while looking for the dungeon. I was still worried, that man was an unknown and had strange and powerful weaponry. If there were more people with that kind of gear, we would need all the help we could get before someone got hurt.

I was pulled out of my worries by a man dressed in white and grey fighting robes standing in the middle of the hallway. Coming to a halt, I leveled Murasame at the man, who I quickly noticed was a body guard, a target. I prepared to attack, until I saw he hadn't even reacted to my arrival.

He doesn't seem right. I can't even sense him…almost like he isn't even there.

Testing out my theory, I approached him cautiously. Prepared for a sudden attack, I crept forward and gave him a gentle nudge with my blade. The push was enough to put him off balance and his body fell backwards. His head on the other hand wobbled for a moment before separating and falling forwards.

He's dead. But the question is who killed him? And where are they now?

"Who ever you are, leave, now."

Spinning around, I came face to face with a man dressed in a single piece blue and yellow outfit, brown hair and bright green eyes. He couldn't have been a year or two older than me, but he seemed well trained considering I hadn't noticed him until he spoke. It was somewhat worrying to have someone be able to sneak up on me.

"You don't look like a guard, so I'm giving you a chance to walk away." He said palming the hilt of his sword.

I leveled a glare before acknowledging him. "Who are you? Why are you here?"

"My name is Able and I'm here to end the lives of those who have been kidnapping woman from the surrounding villages. And who may I ask are you?" He said raising an eye brow.

"Akame."

"A beautiful name. Now Akame, please leave. I don't want to kill you."

I narrowed my eyes and raised my blade. "Yet your ally is currently attacking my comrades."

Suddenly his eyes widened, he obviously hadn't expected that. His eyes seemed to sadden as he gave a faint sigh of defeat. Then without warning, his sword was out and attempted to cut me down. Just barely blocking the strike, I briefly noticed he wielded some sort of blue straight blade.

Pushing him back, I level a small glare at him. Looking in his eyes, gone was the sadness, just unyielding steel.

"I'm sorry, but Nate wouldn't be fighting your friends without a reason. His enemies are my enemies." With that, he simply disappeared. Looking around I couldn't find him any where.

What!? How did he do that? Where could he have possibly-THERE!

Turning back around I parried a strike that was meant to run me through. Without missing a beat, I sent my own strike that he was able to duck under. Able aimed another attack, this time at my legs.

Jumping to avoid the blade, I prepared my blade as I came down. Using my momentum, I launched a powerful strike that would have cleaved him in two had he not rolled out of the way.

Getting back up, he slashed at me again only for I to parry it. My own stab was parried and using the momentum, I spun in a circle and sent another slash. Able however seemed to have the same idea as our blades clashed. Face to face, our blades locked and both of us were trying to come up with plan to beat the other.

Suddenly, Able's neutral face gained a small smirk. Suddenly his blue blade sparked to life with green electricity. The arks of energy ran across his blade and into mine, Murasame being bathed in green. Thankfully, the handle was insulating me from the deadly currents.

However, what I didn't understand was the uncomfortable feeling emanating from the lightning. Almost like a heat that made you itch.

After several seconds of that feeling was all that I could stand before breaking our locked blades and kicking him back. He stumbled back a few feet but caught him self in time.

I was about to attack again when I suddenly felt a wave of nausea wash over me. I kept my self up right while a small headache began to form. I pushed it aside and tried to push through the disorientation. I used Able as my anchor to help focus.

"That's not a normal blade. More than just the just the lightning."

He bowed his head before bringing up the blade for me to see. "That's right. My sword, Quietus, also admits an invisible poison called radiation. It's not best leave it on for long." He said as the green energy suddenly stopped. I on the other hand suddenly got extremely worried.

He said radiation. How does he know about that?

That's when I looked a bit closer at him. There was nothing that stood out other than his bright eyes and odd outfit that highlighted his athletic build. That's when I saw on his left arm was a familiar black gauntlet with a green glow.

A pipboy. He's from Earth. This just got far more complicated.

As if he knew what I was looking at, he brought up the pipboy and in a flash of green light, he suddenly had a big, grey, blocky pistol in his left hand. Of coarse he decided to aim it at me.

This might take a while. I hope the others are alright.

…

Tatsumi

I could say for certain, we were not alright.

Half my body was bruised, Mine's right should was dislocated and Bulat was unconscious.

At first things started looking up when Bulat disarmed Nate and took back his spear. Unfortunately it all went down hill from there. Somehow, Nate pulled out a ships cannon from out of nowhere and shot our armored friend in the face. Thankfully Incursio saved his life but the impact knocked him out cold. Then he got a hold of Mine by her arm and pulled. Her cries of pain drove me to charge him which resulted in Nate letting her go, but then he used me as punching bag. I'm just lucky I didn't break anything. Anyways, that's how the three of us ended up in a pile together.

Leone was attempting to punch him in his damaged areas, however he seemed to know exactly what she was trying to do and kept her at bay with the cannon balls.

Standing my self up, I was forced to use my sword as a makeshift crutch. Gritting my teeth I prepared to enter the fray again.

Damn it, how do we beat this guy! The only one who fought him on even ground was Bulat.

Just as I thought that, Lubbock came over and started pulling me by my shoulder. "Come on, I have a plan!" He dragged me toward the battle and toward Sheele who was just standing there with her scissors ready.

The perv sent out several wires along the ground to wires toward the two fighters. He turned he head towards me, for once he seemed completely serious. "When I say now, help me pull my strings. Got it?"

"Got it."

"Alright, just a little bit more." He said as Leone brought the armored man closer. She threw a another punch that dents his already damaged chest piece and eliciting a grunt. Nate had enough and while Leone was close, he swung his cannon into her gut. She went flying with a cry and I heard several cracks as she landed.

"NOW!" Lubbock yelled.

The wires suddenly sprung upwards and towards Nate who didn't have any time to dodge the attack. The wires wrapped around his right wrist and tightened to the point that had it been flesh, it would have cut right through. I grabbed the wires after wrapping my coat around it to protect my hands, and pulled with all my might. Lubbock pulled as well and our combined strength was enough to pull his arm out, forcing him to let go of his weapon and leaving him open.

"Sheele go!"

The purple woman took off without hesitation and when she was close enough, she swung her powerful blade at our enemy. In an effort to protect himself, he tried to block the blade with his left hand. As the blade descended, it met his steel clad palm and for a few harrowing seconds, the two forces struggled against each other. Of coarse something had to give, which in this case was Nate's hand.

The scissors slid through the steel appendage and Nate staggered back as his hand went flying. Sheele put some distance between her and Nate as he attempted to head butt her. Pulling back, he finally registered what happened.

I expected a cry of pain, a grunt, any kind of reaction someone would normally have to losing a part of their body. Instead he just held up and inspected his nub, which oddly wasn't bleeding. After a few seconds he turned to us and I'm guessing shot us a glare. It was hard to tell with the helmet.

"You assholes! Do you have any idea how hard it's going to be to fix this!" He said holding up his nub angrily. "The armor is one thing, the power armor frame is another! Especially with the level of tech on this planet."

Wait, planet?

"You know what? No more Mr. Nice Guy." He spat. With that, using his bound hand, he grabbed the wires and swung it around toward Sheele. Thankfully I saw what he was doing and let go, while Lubbock was pulled along and gave a girlish scream. Sheele tried to get out of the wires path, only to get tangled and hit by a flying Lubbock.

Catching my breath, I saw the armored man start walking towards my downed friends, gritting my teeth I struggled to suppress my anger.

Not again. I won't lose my friends again! I can stop it, I can do something! Laeyasu, Sayo, I promise to not let what happened to you happen again!

"AAAAAAAHHHHHH!" I yelled as I charged him with my sword. Poised my blade to at least try and skewer him. He turned to face me as I ran at him. "Get away from them!"

With all my strength I struck, only for my sword to bounce off his armor. Undeterred, I pulled out the last thing I could possibly do to hurt him. Reaching into my coat, I pulled out the gun Shamus gave me as a gift.

I brought out Lucky and doing what Shamus said, I aimed, pulled back the hammer, and squeezed the trigger.

BANG!

I wasn't prepared for the recoil, but in this case that was a good thing. I was aiming at his chest, but instead, my aim jerked upwards and the bullet struck his head.

"Gah!" He grabbed his face in shock, pulling back I saw the left side of his eyepiece was cracked from where the bullet hit. With his good hand he reached out and grabbed my wrist, eliciting a cry of pain from me.

"Thanks a lot kid, now I've got to repair the lenses as well. You know I ought to…what the?" He said shifting his gaze away from me and to the pistol. Without warning, he ripped the gun from my hand and studied it. "Where the hell did you get this?"

"Give that back! That was a gift from my friend you bastard!" I yelled bang my fists on his arm. He just used his nubbed arm to push me away.

Tucking my gun under his arm, he reached up and with a hiss, removed his helmet. The man under the mask didn't look all that strange or seem biggest enough to wear the armor. Just a man with short black hair, short stubble brown eyes and a scar over his right eye. He looked right in the face and seemed almost, hopeful.

"Is your friend orange haired, red eyed and a kind hearted psycho with the alias, the courier?"

My eyes widened. "How do you know Shamus?"

…

Akame

Blocking another strike, I ducked my head to dodged yet another bullet. We had been fighting for a while I was quickly tiring out. Able had the advantage of having a fire arm and constantly keeping me moving. It wouldn't be long until he was able to pin me down and put a bullet through my skull.

I need to end this.

Circling around him, I blocked a bullet with Murasame that pushed me back a bit, but I continued on. Standing in front of the bodyguard's body, waited for him to fire again.

BANG BANG BANG

I lunged to the right just in time to dodge the bullets, and took the opportunity and stabbed my blade into the guards severed head. With a flick, I sent the head towards my opponent, who was busy reloading and was struck in his own head by the make shift macabre projectile.

It didn't do any damage, but it wasn't meant to. All it was meant to do was leave him open. Rushing in, I aimed one last strike, just one cut, that's all I needed.

He saw me coming and for some reason he dropped his weapons, the pistol clattered to the floor while Quietus embedded itself in the marble floor. As my blade got closer to his neck, he reached up to block my katana with his hand. A futile effort.

Eliminate.

CLANG

What?!

He was still there and in his gloved hand was Murasame's blade. Harmlessly resting there in his palm. I was too focused on the odd scenario, a mistake that allowed him to strike me with his other fist. It wasn't the worst hit I've taken, but it was far stronger than a regular man his size should be able to hit.

Recoiling, I thankfully held on to Murasame as it slid out of Able's hand. I quickly went on guard as Able picked up his weapons and went on guard.

I evaluated his defense. The blade didn't appear to have any sign of fatigue or damage, no chance of destroying his weapon. A now reloaded pistol with ten shots. He's in the perfect position for both offense and defense. He could block all my attacks and retaliate with his blade. Not attacking would simply prompt him to open fire, and most likely he has more than just the pistol at his disposal. No way to overpower or out maneuver him. That's when realized something.

There was no way to defeat him without risk of my own death. However, if can find Shamus fast enough and have him give me a stimpak, I might be able to survive the injury. It was worth a shot.

I prepared my mind for the pain as Able active duty his blade once more. I ran towards him as he ran to meet me.

Time seemed to almost slow to a crawl . We both swung our blades, the edges passing each other as they made their way towards our flesh. The deadly instruments got closer and clo-

"Hold up!"

Suddenly a large blade swung upwards and struck both blades, knocking them both out of our hands. Standing there with his behemoth of a sword was Shamus.

Able instant had his pistol aimed at his head, and I full expected him to fire. Instead he just gazed at him before a small smile placed itself on his face. "Shamus, you're all right." He said lowering his weapon.

"Of course I'm all right, who do you think you're talking too? It'll take a lot more than a interplanetary teleportation malfunction to kill me." He said before turning to me. "By the way, mission accomplished, all woman freed and sent on their way. Now before we go, I've got to ask able something." He said before turning back to my opponent. "Now, how the hell did you get here?"

…

And Couple Of Hours Later

Shamus

Gathered around the hideout, we all Listened to Nate's and Able's story after I briefly introduced my old friends to my new ones. Obviously the tension between them were, high. But they calmed down after Able helped take care of the Night Raid members with a few stimpaks. I briefly explained to them what I had been doing during my time here on the way back. Najenda was obviously surprised when we walked in with two extra people. Though we explained what had happened, we had the two wastelanders explain themselves.

"So let me get this straight, after I disappeared, the Think Tank called you guys to help find me. Then you not only agreed to help, you also dove head first into another world you knew nothing about, voluntarily." I said looking at Nate, who had shed his armor and was wearing the outfit he looted off a man named Kellogg.

"That's right."

"And the moment you got here, you killed a group of bandits, and have been doing jobs for the surrounding villages while trying to track me down. And while doing jobs you heard about how Lokal was kidnapping women and decided to kill him and rescue the girls yourselves."

"Yep."

"And Mine beat you to the punch, so you improvised, met the others and insulted Pinky."

"Screw you!"

I just rolled my eyes at Mine's out burst. "She shot at you, you guys fought and Akame went to go find me and instead found Able. Able being the loyal guy he is fought her because you were fighting the others, and were about to skewer each other until I stepped in and we fixed up the others and came here."

He threw up his arms in exasperation. "Yes! I literally just got done telling you that! Now before I forget, take this." Nate said, tossing me something that he pulled out of his pocket.

It resembled the tranportalponder, only a bit bulkier and white energy instead of blue.

"The brains gave me three of those, they work like the regular ones, only it'll take us between Earth and ….this world." He said annoyed. "You know what I'm naming his place, that's okay with you guys right?" He said to Night Raid.

They said it was okay, though Lubbock and Leone started to protest only to get a 'shut up' look from Najenda. She then gave a Nate a smile and a nod. "We are fine, so long as the name isn't terra-ble." She joked.

This caused everyone to let out a collective groan at the pun. Everyone but Nate that is, he instead snickered. "Well thanks, I hope naming this place doesn't rock your world too much." He said eliciting even more groans.

Oh god, this is my nightmare.

"Now, I was thinking of calling it Arcadia. How does that sound?" He asked. The locals, tried out the name and ultimately gave their support.

"Alright, I quite like that name." She said.

"Alright, it was nice to meet you all, but we really need to be going." Nate said pulling out his own transporter. "We've got people back home counting on us. Let's go guys." He said looking at us.

I just tossed mine in the air before atomizing it. "No can do Nate." Getting a surprised look. "I got involved in a war to take down the Empire, and I don't leave a job half done. Besides, these evil and corrupt bastards have it coming. Can you really say you don't want to help them?"

Able stepped forward, still in his armored vault suit, though I knew underneath that suit was a modified Chinese stealth suit. I should know, I Nate and I helped him make it, that and his blade.

"Shamus is right. You saw all the hardships the villages were going through because of the Empire. Helping fix this world is just as important as fixing ours. You can go, but I'm staying with Shamus." He said. And to signify he was done and made up his mind, he reatomized a Nuka Cola. Once he started drinking one, you didn't stop him, not unless you want to lose a hand.

Nate just sighed and pinched his nose in frustration. "Fine, fine, I'll help, but I can't be here twenty four-seven. Unlike you two, I actually have an organization to run. Besides, I was planning on coming back here anyway, maybe even start my own army."

Najenda just smiled. "I believe we beat you to the punch there. Now to start off, I would like to apologize for Mine's actions. I can assure she will be punished." She shot the girl a one eyed glare. "No shopping excursions for three weeks."

The look on the pink girl's face looked like she had just been sentenced to death. "That's just cruel and unusual punishment!"

Najenda looked back to my two friends. "Now, we could always use new members, and from what I've heard, you two are excellent fighters. However, before we welcome you, what else do you have to offer us. You should know we are trusting you only on Shamus's word."

I decided to step forward. "Don't worry, they know. Now do remember the friends I talked to you about?" I received several confused nods. "Well allow me to properly introduce you guys. "This is Nate, the Sole Survivor, man out of time, expert builder and the General of the Commonwealth Minutemen." Several members were surprised by this, remembering how I told them he was over two hundred years old.

"And my blue clad friend here as Akame already knows is Able. The Lone Wanderer, helper of humanity and a pretty damn good doctor." I said.

"You're a doctor?" Lubbock asked. "If you are, could help with my arm? It's been bugging me since I was thrown like a rag doll."

Able put down his Nuka Cola and walked over to the pervert. He paled and felt the arm and he suddenly pulled outward with a loud pop. Lubbock screamed and before he could respond, Able injected him with a dose of Med-X.

Letting go, Lubbock rolled his arm easily. "Wow, that actually feels better. Thanks."

Able strolled back to where he was standing. "No problem. I'm always happy to help some one in need. I like easing someone's suffering or taking away the pa-" He reached for his Nuka Cola, only to find it wasn't there.

Looking around, we all saw the last of the drink slide past the lips of the Murasame user. "That was delicious, is there more?" She asked in her usual monotone, not realizing the hell she just unleashed.

I sent Nate a look, he knew what to do. "Grab him!"

We both jumped on him just as Able made a lunge for Akame. Grabbing him by the shoulders, we pulled with all our might and barely held him back. Able's normally passive face was twisted into one of unadulterated fury. Obviously this surprised Right Raid and caused a few to pull out their weapons.

"Able, calm down! If you do, we'll get you something special." I said, prompting him to calm down, if only a bit.

Nate got in front of him, still cautious. "Yeah, I've got a Nuka-Cide with your name on it. But only if you don't maim the girl."

At the mention of that sugary abomination, he relaxed and the anger was replaced with a longing, similar to a dehydrated man walking out of the desert had when he saw a bottle of water.

Nate atomized the white concoction and Able instantly had it in his hands and downing it as he walked away. I let out a sigh of relief at the averted disaster, only to see the shocked faces of Night Raid.

"Right, I forgot to mention he loves his Nuka Cola. Akame as much as you love your meat, he loves that drink just as much, and you stole it from him."

For the first time I had ever seen, Akame's neutral expression was dropped and replaced by full on panic and regret. Before I could blink, she was in front of Able, on her knees and head bowed. "I'm sorry for stealing your drink, even if it was delicious. Please forgive me."

Able looked surprised at her begging, though he decided to finish his drink before responding to her. "Alright I forgive you, but I won't forget."

Akame got up, now relieved of her guilty conscience, though she did cast a glance at his empty bottle.

Nate gave a clap together everyone's attention. "Well, with the introductions out of the way, before we help let me see if I get what you do right. You cause chaos by taking out criminals and corrupted officials of the Empire. You do so in the dead of night. And for the sake of the innocents, you bring vigilante justice to the bad guys."

Most of them just gave him odd looks at his summary of what they do. "Essentially, yes." Najenda said warily.

Nate said only response was a big shit eating grin. That instantly made me suspicious.

What are you planning Nate? He only grins like that when he knows he's going to do something fun and incredibly stupid. Mostly whenever he's about to…oh no.

"Nate, I know what your going to do, no!"

He just smiled innocently. "Nate? Who's Nate there's only…"

Pressing a button on his pipboy, he was bathed in green light. Now, instead of the khaki pants and leather coat, he was wearing a black trench coat, silver scarf and black fedora.

"The Silver Shroud!" He said in the shrouds voice.

"God damn it! You are not doing that super hero bit here." I said sending him a glare that would have broken the will of lesser men. Unfortunately, Nate was not a lesser man.

He just waved me off. "Hush now Mighty Mailman, now is not the time for arguing. For the corrupted of the Empire do not yet realize their folly. For death has come for them….and I am it's shroud!"

"GOD DAMN IT NATE!"

…

Imperial Capital

Zanku

"Some fellow Imperial Arm users, and they're killers. Oh how utterly delightful! I must get my hands on them."

I had just arrived in this big old cage of a city. I knew I was going to have some fun, but I never expected Night Raid to be here! Oh just the thought of collecting their heads sent wonderful shivers down my spine.

"Hey you over there! What are you doing back here! Don't move!" a guard said from behind me. Two of them, both pointing their little toys at me.

Oh, the first little pigs sought the wolf on their own. Poor little things.

The two didn't even have time to blink before I separated their heads from their bodies.

"I think the Imperial Capital is going to be the perfect place to call my new home. It so crowded there's a new victim around every corner!" I said excitedly and grinned. "Hehe, how delightful."

…

And now Able and Nate are apart of Night Raid.

Also, Able's sword, Quietus, it means a release from life. It essentially functions like the Glowing Sea, lighting bolts of radiation. And Able may or may not be a Nuka addict. Regarding Nate as the Silver Shroud, well that idea was just to good to pass up. Honestly, who doesn't like the Silver Shroud quest and the sarcasm options in Fallout 4?

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