Later that night, Pam and G.A.R.F.I.E.L.D sat in a corner of the Bannered Mare. Pam did not trust this nearly nude feline, but the cat's power impressed her. Few people from her home world could fight dragons with such tenacity, let alone enthusiasm. She studied his marinara-stained fur while he blathered on about his encounters with the monsters of the land called "Skyrim." While walking through the city she'd seen other cat creatures like him, but his facial features and mannerisms marked him as unique. Head certainly wider with a powerful jaw. Scars which traveled the length of his face, presumably from a highwayman's rapier or troll's claw. And yet, laugh lines crinkled the edges of his eyes. But Pam detected no organic material in the Khajiit sitting across from her. G.A.R.F.I.E.L.D was something more than met the eye, or even what her biometric sensors could read. Her gaze lingered on his pupil-less eyes. Were they blue or white? And what was the cause of their hollow stare? It was not like Pam to care for the backstories of mortals, but she had some time to kill before she made her next move.
"G.A.R.F.I.E.L.D, what you doing here?" asked Pam, cutting off a story about the largest heist of lasagna JPEGs this side of the Throat of the World. "You have great power. But why you not use it?"
The cat scrunched his eyes and flattened his ears. "Why dear Pam, I use my power all the time! Every day I hunt for delectable pieces of lasagna and search for foes to prove my strength against. I thought my monologues made that clear?"
Pam shook her head. "This pathetic city. Why you not burn it to ground? It would be fun!" She took a swig of mead. "You can crush tiny humans with cat paws. They would cry and flee like rats or…roaches." She took a deeper drink. "But yet you spare them. I don't understand."
G.A.R.F.I.E.L.D tilted his head to the side, searching Pam's face for a minute. "Pam, is that your idea of fun?" he asked after a long pause.
"Driving worthless humans before me? Subjecting pathetic scum to suffer my whims?" Her voice rose slightly. "There's nothing better in whole world!"
The cat again tilted his head, then stood. "Pam, let's take a walk." He extended a paw and purred, "Come along!"
The pair stepped out of the bar and trod outside Whiterun's gate. Pam felt no apprehension but couldn't quite discern where the Khajiit was going with all this. His intentions became further clouded when he asked, "Pam, if you're not afraid of anyone, why are you so uptight?"
Pam glared into his pupil-less eyes. "I not uptight. What you mean by this?"
G.A.R.F.I.E.L.D snickered softly. "I'm sorry if I caused offense. But you seem so fixated on killing and destroying. I've barely talked to you for thirty minutes and you've already threatened to flatten the city out of boredom." He paused to sidestep an oncoming cart full of vegetables, waving to the driver as it passed. "You're clearly a special person. But I don't think your primary interests are wanton destruction and annihilation."
Pam prepared a statement to shut the speculative furball up but was cut off by his further blathering. "Now I'm not going to ask you exactly what it is you're looking for, but I will propose we create a partnership." G.A.R.F.I.E.L.D turned and looked directly into Pam's face. She considered activating her flaming eyes and punishing him for daring to question her, but the idea of partnership gave her pause.
"What can small kitten like you give me that I cannot already take?" she asked with a sneer.
"Well to be perfectly honest, something will soon happen that will irrevocably change the course of Skyrim's history and I don't particularly want to be around when it does." The Khajiit raised his arm with palm upturned, gesturing across the open fields surrounding the city. Pam immediately felt an energy signature which was sickeningly familiar and looked up in time to be nearly blinded by a white ray of light splitting the clouds. Contained in the beam were three shapes Pam could not bring into optical focus, falling at breakneck speed and crash-landing atop an old fort in the distance.
G.A.R.F.I.E.L.D shrugged and tightened his lips. "Precisely my point. Now my proposition, although I really should get on with it quickly." The cloud of dust caused by the falling objects seemed to draw closer. Pam's PipBoy flashed a message informing her she had been locked onto by a foreign body. A chill briefly ran down her spine as she began to understand what was happening. She had not been discreet enough, she had left too many trails. Now she was being hunted. A whining noise rang over the cold air as the dust cloud grew in size and picked up speed.
"I can leave this world and travel to other places. If you promise to protect me, I'll take you with me. It's as simple as that." G.A.R.F.I.E.L.D extended his paw, either oblivious of the oncoming objects or doing a very good job at pretending he did not notice them. The whining increased in pitch and citizens of Whiterun frantically ran for the safety of the city's walls.
"You take me to other worlds? All in exchange for safety?" Despite the gravity of the situation, Pam could not help but feel suspicious. She raised her voice above the shrieking of the unknown missile and shouting of passersby. "Surely there is more! What you not telling me?"
The cat faced the speeding objects and extended both his arms, causing a fountain of horses to erupt from the loam and intercept them. "Perhaps this is something we can discuss later?" he shouted. "Do you promise?" The dust now overtook the pair and swirled around them while they stood their ground in the midst of a vortex composed of citizens and horse limbs. The sound of muscle being rent from bone by mechanical shears echoed off the stone walls and nearly caused Pam to look away. "Fine, I help you!" she bellowed while she grabbed G.A.R.F.I.E.L.D's furry hand. "Get us out of here!"
She turned to fire a wave of radiation from her eyes into the melee of horse and hunters, but gasped as her sensors detected her power was somehow outmatched. The three shapes walked closer, obscured by dirt and horse blood, now only ten feet away. She was well-acquainted with the aura of these hunters, but something was not right and she needed to leave.
"Do you promise?" G.A.R.F.I.E.L.D screamed into her ears. Pam met his eyes and saw desperation. She nodded, squeezing his hand gently. "Promise."
The claws of her Metal Husband seized around the Khajiit's arms. The muscular arm of Trash Hulk crushed Pam to his body. She felt thin, wiry legs curl around her back and shoulders.
She emitted a burst of electricity which freed the pair from her hunters, flinging them backwards into a nearby stable. A coarse voice from the smallest enemy offered words of recognition. "Hey Pam, it's me. Your favorite guy." The radroach stumbled to its feet and grinned. "Why don't you come on home?" None of these three had been this strong in her old world. But that was a mystery to be solved at a later date.
"Any idea how to get out of this?" Pam barked at G.A.R.F.I.E.L.D through gritted teeth. The cat pressed something on his wrist which opened a holographic command prompt. He whispered the phrase " Unarmed Damage 999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999," then grinned at his companion.
"I'm going to punch a hole in the fucking universe."
G.A.R.F.I.E.L.D raised his fist and proceeded to do just that.