"War… war never changes; the tactics and ways it is fought change constantly. But war… never changes, man, committing unimaginable cruelty upon their fellow man. All in the name of some vague unknowable ideal. Kill for your king, kill for your country, Kill for GOD. All an excuse to continue killing and keep the earth soaked in blood. All sentient species, humans and those like them, enjoy killing. Because war never changes.

Somewhere…

Fionna breathed in and out slowly; lying on the ground as she writhed in agony. Her entire body was littered with cuts, bruises, and burns.

Gritting her teeth she pushed herself up. Using her sword like a cane to hold herself upright.

The frigid air snapped at her exposed skin. The tower of ice and stone that her counterpart had made surrounded her and the hundreds of people forever encased in ice.

Looking up she saw a pillar of green fire shooting upwards, the swirling mass of souls trapped within begging to be released.

Off to the side was Cake, the magic cat beaten black and blue and deflated. Fionna limped to her sister and friend. She leaned down and gently held Cake's head, the cat unconscious. She kissed her sister's forehead before standing up and limping towards the pillar.

Her eyes trained on the figure standing before the torrent of the damned.

The Lich

Vault 0

Across the barren wastelands of Colorado, away from the prying eyes of the Legion and the various factions that called the desert home.

There lay a singular bunker holding pre-war secrets and technology so advanced that it could change the fates of those that wielded them.

Within the bunker known only as 'Vault Zero' were naught but ruins. The decaying metal and broken remains of hundreds if not thousands of robots. Cracked pods with skeletons trapped inside lined many of the walls.

Amid the decayed vault, was a series of tubes. Tubes that once housed the calculator. Now it was filled with naught bust dust and transparent slime.

For a moment, the slime and dust began to glow. An eye forming in the midst of the nothingness.

The Candy Kingdom

Gerald Gumball or more simply put. Prince Gumball looked at the candy monitor that was focusing on the residual magical energy of the portal the lich opened. The same portal Fionna and Cake entered to try and stop the omnicidal cosmic being.

He was monitoring the energy and waited to see if a similar energy reading could be picked up at any place over Aaa. Or at least he was trying to.

The constant pacing of Marshall Lee behind him was a small distraction that made it night impossible to not get nervous himself.

"Could you stop that?" Gumball asked impatiently while glancing back at the vampire king. "You're making me even more nervous."

Marshall Lee scoffed. "Sorry for worrying. I'll try and do that somewhere else." The vampire drew out.

Gumball sighed. "It's not that and you know it. Just… let me focus."

Marshal looked like he wanted to argue but dropped it. Gumball glanced at the vampire before sighing again.

"Look… Fionna and Cake are the toughest people we know. If anyone is going to come out alive fighting the Lich. It'll be them." Prince Gumball said resolutely. Marshall Lee looked conflicted.

"I know that they're tough. But it's… it doesn't feel right. Cake's a mom for glob's sake and Fionna's still a kid. They shouldn't have to be the ones to risk everything."

Gumball sighed and rubbed his eyes tiredly. "I know what you mean. But that choice is no longer ours to make. All we can do now is wait."

Marshall Lee grimaced slightly but said nothing. Instead crossing his arms and looking away. Gumball looked back at the monitors, looking at screens intently.

But in a single moment…The screens went blank. The prince blinked in surprise before groaning. As he stood up to try and fix the problem the ground began to shake and stir. The air itself shook wildly.

Gumball wobbled at the sudden earthquake and almost fell but Marshall Lee grabbed the prince and floated both of them into the air to safety. The entire palace shook, as various furniture and decorations fell over; some of the walls cracked as the earthquake continued.

And as soon as it happened. The earthquake stopped. Leaving the two confused and rattled.

"What… What just happened?" Marshall Lee asked as he set Gumball down, the royal scientist pondering to himself.

"I don't know. But something tells me that it wasn't just an earthquake." Gumball said before noticing that the monitors had turned back on. His eyes widened as he hurriedly made his way to the monitors, scanning the new data as dread quickly filled the candy man.

"No." He whispered to himself as he looked at the screen. Marshall Lee raised an eyebrow.

"Garry? What's gotten you so spooked?"

Gumball glanced at Marshall Lee before looking back at the monitors. Narrowing his eyes as he looked at the incoming energy readings.

"We're not in Aaa anymore."

Courier Six. The Boogeyman of the east, killer of House, the most dangerous man in the west, and many many more scary titles. He liked 'The Grim Fucking Reaper' the best.

And what was a man like this doing? A man capable of such violence and destruction? Someone who had managed to beat back the NCR and the Legion?

Well he was doing paperwork while listening to some guy he couldn't give two shits about ramble on about something he could care even less about. Leaning back into his chair he glanced to the side. Watched his left-hand man Arcade Gannon listening to the speaker intently while writing various things down on some paper.

The doctor was wearing a fine-pressed black suit and tie. His blonde hair started to turn gray in some places. Six briefly wondered if he should get the man to take a break. Maybe try and hook his friend up with a cute guy in Gommorah.

Turning back to the meeting he looked around the penthouse of the Lucky Thirty-Eight. The repurposed penthouse now served as a meeting ground for the various representatives of the different factions of the Mojave. All for his 'Sierra Federation'. A new nation and a new idea.

He thought to himself of all that he had accomplished. Sitting here now, it felt surreal really. That some 'walk the wasteland fuck' such as himself could pull something like this off.

He then took another hard look at the representatives and at their dandy suits and dresses. All so formal. He could never wear one of the things, too tight for his taste; always felt like it was trying to strangle him. That and not enough armor, one could never be too careful in the wasteland.

No, he was too accustomed to the familiar weight of his elite riot gear. The bulletproof plating and armored fatigues were more like a second skin to him now. He felt naked with the armor off.

{Beep Beep Beep.}

He was knocked out of his thoughts when a faint beeping came from his coat, the discussion in the room coming to a halt as Six reached into his coat. Pulling out the Pip-Boy 3500, a handheld model he created that was based on the pip-boy 2500. Many improvements over the 3000 model improved cyber-security being the main improvement; it also included but was not limited to, the addition of a two-way radio.

"Sorry, gotta take this." He said as he stood up, not bothering to glance at the representatives.

"Arcade, you take over." He continued as he made his way to leave the room. Exiting before anyone could even think of stopping him.

Once he was out of the room he glanced at the pip-boy and pushed a small red button on the side.

"Yeah? What is it?" He asked as he stepped into the elevator, pushing the button for the casino floor.

{"Ah. It's so nice to hear from you my teddy bear."} The familiar voice of Dala rang out from the pip-boy. {"You see- IS THAT HIM!?"}

Dala was suddenly interrupted by the obnoxiously loud voice of the one and only Dr. Klein.

{"LOBOTOMITE! WE HAVE TERRIBLY TERRIBLE NEWS AND… AND… HRRM… BY EINSTEIN! WHICH ONE OF YOU KUMQUATS MISPLACED MY ATOMIC NONEXISTINATOR!?"}

Six groaned in frustration, he could feel a headache forming. "Don't worry. I'll be over soon. Just… don't destroy another mountain before I get there."

He switched off the radio before Klein could make his growing headache worse.

Once the elevator door opened he entered the former casino. Various secretaries and office workers milled about as they performed the various bureaucratic busywork needed to run a country.

He then heard the sound of a familiar robot approaching him from the side. He turned and saw Yes Man rolling up to him.

"Hello sir! What an amazing day today. Don't you think so?" The passive-aggressive robot asked. Ever since he became 'stern' Yes Man gained an incredible amount of snark.

"Better than most. But I need to get to Big MT asap. I can trust that you and Arcade can run things while I'm gone."

"Oh… Yeah, he and I can hold the fort down while you skip out on a very important meeting. Nothing to worry about, just some silly old infrastructure development. You go and play scientist. That's more important." Yes Man said with a heavy amount of sarcasm.

"I'm infinitely grateful that you understand the fact that nation running is such a boring affair." Six replied back with an equal amount of snark. He then fished out a transportal ponder.

"But if you need anything, you know how to contact me." He then pulled the trigger and left the building in a flash of blue light.

Yes Man's screen changed once Six had left. Instead of the usual wide smile sported by the securitron, it now looked like the robot was tired and worn down.

"Lazy bastard."

The bright white light that transported Six to his destination left his field of vision as soon as it came. Leaving him on the balcony of the SINK. Giving him a view of the entirety of Big Mountain. And he immediately blinked in confusion.

He was slightly befuddled to see a massive Roman-style fortress placed right on top of the road towards the radio array.

"What the?" He whispered to himself before realization set it. This is what they probably wanted him to look at, maybe they accidentally teleported something from Rome and wanted him to fix it.

Sighing Six walked into the SINK proper. Reached into his coat and pulled out a dozen or so mugs that had been tied together. And almost immediately a miniature securitron with a smiling mug for a face rushed over and greedily grabbed the mugs, yanking them from Six's grasp before rolling away whilst cackling madly.

The Courier chuckled before making his way towards the think tank proper. Walking through the door and ascending the ramp towards the dome itself. The smooth jazz that always played soothed him slightly.

He had to admit. The brains, insane as they were, had some pretty good taste in music.

Walking up the ramp he saw the brains all performing various and equally useless tasks. Klein was angrily grumbling to himself about Mobius, Dala was looking at porn, 0 was smashing apart a model of a securitron, 8 was… doing whatever he does, and Borus was mimicking a battle between a t-rex and a ghost with two toys. All of what was expected of the brains.

And by god was he happy it was this way. Much better them being useful idiot scientists than for them to be running free. Causing havoc upon the wastes.

Shaking his head he walked up to Klein. The 'lead' brain realizing Six was there floated up to the Courier.

"AH! LOBOTOMITE! YOU HAVE GOTTEN THE MESSAGE. WE NEED YOUR HELP!"

"Ya I know. I saw the Colosseum. Give me some time with the teleporter and I'll have it back in Rome in no time."

"WHAT!? NO THIS ISN'T ABOUT THE GLADIATOR FIGHTY PIT. THIS IS ABOUT MULTIVERSAL INVADERS!"

"What? Did you accidentally take some jet, Klein?" Six asked while crossing his arms nonchalantly. "Or is your age catching up to you?" He continued.

Klein made a noise that sounded like a mix between a sigh and a growl.

"I AM BEING SERIOUS. WE HAVE A COLD HARD DATA OF THE CONTINENT ITSELF CHANGING. LOOK FOR YOURSELF." The cybernetic brain then pointed towards a set of monitors he usually looked at.

Six rolled his eyes under his helmet before walking towards the monitors and looking at them. He then froze in place.

He looked at the monitor for a moment before frantically looking at the other ones. Pictures of seismic activity, weather patterns, the geography itself. All of it changed drastically. All over the continent.

And the U.S didn't even look like the U.S anymore, It looked like someone forcibly stretched some parts out, engorging the continent mass with land that shouldn't be there.

Six blinked before practically leaping onto the keyboard and began to frantically type in dozens of commands and checked various readings from stations all over the continent and had them perform a second scan. He looked at the monitors as they began to do another scan, Six watching with bated breath.

It felt like an impossibly long time for the courier. Like time itself was slowing to a crawl as the machines scanned and performed calculations. Slowly mapping out the geography and weather patterns once again.

And once it was finished. Six felt a chill run down his spine. "Jesus." He whispered to himself. The hubbub of the think tank became dull in the background as he looked at the map of the continent.

California and the west coast in general were now landlocked by a large landmass the size of Mexico with half a dozen gigantic islands just off the coast. The gulf of Mexico now had an island half the size of Texas plopped directly in it. The east coast wasn't much better as three islands were now off the coast of Maryland, with the northeast now having a Nevada-sized landmass right next to it.

And Florida was now perfectly rectangular. How the fuck does that happen!?

"Jesus on a pogo stick. How the hell did this happen!? By every measure, even with string theory, this should be impossible! At most a passing glance but this!?" The mailman exclaimed while pointing at the screen.

"What caused this to happen!?"

"LOBOTOMITE! CALM DOWN-"

"Calm down?! This could cause the universe and the space-time continuum to implode on itself! And… And…" Six trailed off before sighing.

"You're right. I need to calm down." Six looked at his pip-boy for a moment, checking the time. "If the universe were going to implode it would have happened already." He said with a sigh of relief.

He then looked at the other brains for a moment. "So… why are all of you acting like nothing is happening?"

"THAT'S A SIMPLE QUESTION LOBOTOMITE. WE KNEW YOU'D EASILY KILL ANY MULTIVERSAL INVADERS THAT COME NEAR THE THINK TANK. WHY THE CAMP NEARBY IS BARELY HOLDING OFF THE LESSER LOBOTOMITES! SO GO AND DO SOMETHING COMICALLY VIOLENT WHILE WE GATHER MORE DATA."

Six chuckled before nodding, having fully calmed himself down. "Sounds simple enough. I'll take a few in alive and get some samples and stuff."

"THEN IT'S A PLAN. GET AS MUCH 'STUFF' AS YOU CAN LOBOTOMITE!" Klein said before turning towards the monitors. Six then made his way to the door that led to the exit. And despite having calmed down, a huge part of him was both nervous and giddy.

Nervous at the fact that he once again had no clue what he was getting himself into. And giddy that many theories had been proven true, along with the fact that he gets to go on another crazy adventure.

He also knew that nothing was ever going to be the same ever again. But hey, that was the story of his life.

"Bad guys spotted." The personality chip of the stealth suit said, the voice directly in his ear. He smiled slightly despite the suit, he had integrated the stealth suit with his Elite Riot Gear for extra stealth capabilities. Along with some other improvements.

Six stood atop one of the many hills in the crater, fully invisible due to one of his many cybernetic enhancements and the stealth suit. Looking at one of the patrols sent out by things from the other place. About eight in total.

Just observing them. They appeared to be humanoids with grayish skin, a goat-like nose, and massive horns on their heads. They also wore armor reminiscent of steppe nomads found in Asia. While one just wore what looked like a very dirty hoodie.

Which he found weird considering the Roman-style fort. Hell, it was weird that they even wore armor that reminded him of human cultures. He thought that they were going to look more… alien. Not something that just looked like a group of guys in costumes. Good costumes, he'd admit that much, but still costumes.

But then again, what did he know? Aside from theories in physics, he knew jack shit about other universes. Maybe they were some foot sloggers and got here by accident? Questions for later he supposed.

'Guess we'll never know.' He thought to himself as he got closer to the patrol, the scouts were speaking English surprisingly enough.

"So, you see any more of those human guys?" One of the scouts asked another.

"No, I haven't seen any yet. You?" The scout asked a completely different scout.

"No. Haven't seen any. Just some weird hexagons."

"Yeah… hey you think we can eat those red crystals? They look like candy." One of them asked.

"I don't know. Maybe? Gonna have to ask the boss about it first."

"The boss is hot."

"What? You like… one of those gays? Or something?"

"I guess so yeah."

Six had more than enough of the conversation and pulled out his cattle prod before zapping the guy, or at least he thought it was a guy, in the lead.

"Hrk!" The thing gurgled out before falling over unconscious. Six standing up as he de-clocked; the courier far taller than any of the goat-like men. Standing almost two heads taller than the bandits. Every single one of them quaked in fear as they saw him.

"Fighty time!"

Underneath his mask, he grinned as his cybernetic heart began to speed up. Bloodlust surged in him as he drew his revolver. A personalized Ranger Sequoia with a bigger chamber, allowing it to hold six rounds instead of five.

The Sequoia lacked the engravings found in its counterparts. The black revolver's only sign of personalization is a golden ace stamped into the rubber handle.

Six fanned the revolver, the 45-70 govt rounds shredding through the goat-men in no time. Everyone he killed exploded in a fountain of gore that splattered the toxic dirt.

He had killed most of the patrol before any of them could even blink. The last member of the patrol tripped over himself, looking in terror as his comrade's remains decorated his entire body.

"Wha… Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" The mutant yelled out in horror as he shook uncontrollably. Crying as tears and snot ran down his face, the faint smell of piss emanating from the thing as its pants darkened around the groin area.

Six loomed over him like death itself had come for him. The goat-man looked up at the Courier with pure terror. The goat now shitting himself while shaking uncontrollably, the goat-mans already pale skin turning ghost white.

"Boo." The one word caused the mutant to quickly backpedal before tumbling down the hill. The goat-man picked himself up and began to run as fast as he could back to the fort. Screaming like death itself was on his heels chasing after him.

Six cloaked himself once more and stuck to the man like a shadow, easily catching up with him. Almost brushing up against him with how close he was. Thankful that his gas mask blocked the not-so-pleasant smell coming from the still-crying goat-man.

And after a few moments, both of them were at the fort proper, the mutant huffing and puffing while Six grabbed a few bricks of C4.

'Time to get this party started.'

Bandit prince looked over his small army of goons and bandits as they piled the corpses of the dead crazy humans up outside the walls and set up barricades over the fort. Some of his 'workers' tidied up the place and made sure the stone floors were maintained and the velvet sheets on the walls were clean.

In one corner was a massive pile of stolen and plundered goods; gold coins, gold jewelry, golden food. A lot of gold. But the most recent addition to the pile of plunder was the strange weapons those weird humans wore.

"Set up that barricade! We don't want those crazy humans flanking us!" He shouted out, balancing on his sword. His horns were slightly chipped from the fighting, his bandit armor covered in blood.

He then smirked to himself before looking back at his prize all tied up on his throne.

Fionna the Human. Supposedly the last human, a glance at the growing pile showed that she wasn't.

Walking up to the bound hero he leaned down to get to her level. The hero was covered in wounds that had scabbed over, her legs tied up, and her arm tied to her hip, with her stump being the only thing left untied.

"Well well, hero. Looks like we're stuck here together now. Not that I mind. We'll have plenty of time to get to know each other. Don't know how ya got here, or how we got here… But that doesn't matter, thanks for bringing all that gold with you when ya dropped by." The bandit prince said, his ugly face forming a smile as he barked out a small laugh.

Fionna glared at the bandit before spitting at him. The glob of spit hit him directly in the eye.

"Gah! Mother flipper!" The bandit yelled out in agony as Fionna gained a shit-eating grin. Joy spread through her as she watched the bandit rub his eye.

The bandit prince then glared at the hero before kicking her in the stomach. Fionna groaned as blood pooled in her mouth.

"You do that again and I'll chop off your fingers." The bandit lord spat out before kicking her again.

"AH! M-MY LORD!" He heard one of his bandits yell out in terror, he turned and saw one of the bandits he sent to scout out the new land. He was alone, wounded, and scared shitless. Literally.

The scout almost collapsed on him once he made it to him, his face pale and he was sobbing like a newborn baby. The Bandit prince grimaced as it smelt like the scout has both pissed and shat himself.

"What!? What is it? Where's everyone else!?" He growled out, fury radiating off of him as he pushed the sobbing scout off of him.

"A-A-A DEMON! A DEMON!" The scout shouted out while kneeling as if about to pray to something.

"A demon killed them all! It appeared from thin air! Adorned in terrible black armor! Using terrible thunder it butchered them all in just a second! Only I was left and it glared at me with those terrible red eyes a-and I just ran!"

"You ran away!?" The prince growled out while hoisting the scout up by the scruff of their armor.

"I-OF COURSE I RAN AWAY YOU BLEEP BLOP!" The scout bellowed out, no longer afraid of his boss or any retaliation.

"IT WAS A GOSH-DANGED DEMON!" The scout continued before pushing his boss off. The prince fumed in unspeakable rage as the scout stared him down.

The scout's head then promptly exploded into a fountain of gore. Brain matter and bits of skull splatter the bandit prince's face.

"Wha-" The front door to the fort exploded, the explosion killing a third of the bandits and the resulting wooden fragmentation killing even more.

"WHAT THE FLIP FLOP!?" The bandit prince yelled out before he felt a stabbing pain on his side. Looking down he saw a large piece of wood stuck in his side. The pain caused the sounds of slaughter around him to become dull.

"Oh… Oh glob." He tried to reach down to the object stuck inside him when suddenly he was caught in a chokehold. He gasped and reached to the arm to try and pry it off but whoever was choking him was too strong.

He continued to struggle, ignoring the screams for mercy and the sound of devastation around him as he drifted off into unconsciousness.

Fionna gasped for breath as she held the bandit in a chokehold, having freed herself from the ropes after the explosion. Her vision blurring from blood loss and her ears rang. She let go of the unconscious bandit before collapsing on her knees.

She looked up and saw the 'demon' that had slaughtered the other bandits. Limbs and bits of gore littered the once pristine fort. With only her and it being the only ones alive.

It was tall and decorated in black armor, with baleful red eyes that bored into her very soul. She wanted to stand back up and fight, hold it off. But she found her surge of strength waning.

And before she knew it, she collapsed and fell into unconsciousness. The last sight she saw before drifting off into that fitful slumber was the demon looming over her.

Six looked down at the human girl, her blue shirt was torn and had blood all over it. And she was battered and covered in cuts and bruises. Her white bunny hat was dirty and so was the blonde hair that spilled out of the front. She was missing an arm.

"Now did you get here?" He asked aloud before checking her pulse, it was faint, but it was there.

He looked at the thing next to her, probably the leader by the looks of it. She managed to knock the fucker out. He mentally gave her props for that before raising his boot over the thing's head and stomping down on it.

The back of the head caved in as it began to spasm for a moment before dying. He then turned his attention back to the girl.

He pulled out a stimpack and checked for a suitable artery or vein to jab it into. Finding one big enough on her shoulder he stuck the needle into the artery and watched as the stim pumped nutrient-rich blood plasma into her.

Most of her wounds healed almost instantly, only leaving behind small scars while the bigger ones would still have to be treated to prevent infection.

Carefully he pick her up to ensure her wounds didn't get worse before carrying her back to the SINK. Walking out of the fort, stepping over the mutilated corpses of the other multiversal raiders.

He glanced down at the girl in his arms, yet another thing to add to his ever-growing list of problems.

'What's next? Zombies?'

He scoffed at the thought and at how cliche it would be. But seeing how his life was like some weird dime novel… He'd keep an eye out.

Ulysses sat atop the edge of the divide. Looking past the cliff and gazing at the swirling storms of never-ending sand and the invisible fires that raged within.

He reflected on the day. He took down another tunneler nest, that was nothing special. But what weighed on him were the many marked men that tried to get past him.

He always tried to be diplomatic with them. But in the end, it always fell down to violence. He could convince any tribes to give up their identities and commit atrocities in Caesar's name. But he found it almost impossible to stop the violence.

'Irony then. The name of a General fits better than I had originally intended.' He thought to himself.

Ulysses then paused as he realized something. The winds of the Divide, they've… changed. Somehow. They were now calming down. It was barely noticeable, the winds could still flay a man in minutes. But… it was calmer. Less rage in the weather.

He then heard footsteps coming from the Hopeville bunker. Ulysses stood up, his 12.7mm submachine gun in his hands. Hoping for peace, but prepared for conflict.

Over the ridge came a lone marked man. His armor belonged to that of the bear before the Divide became the way it was today. The marked man held a rusted brush gun as it glared at Ulysses.

It aimed at him, Ulysses aiming back. The two were seemingly at a standstill. Both of them were not moving a muscle as they were caught in a match of wills.

The two at the edge of the world, where nations come to die.

Ulysses hesitated for a moment before slowly lowering his gun, the marked man blinking before lowering his rifle. The two looked at each other before the marked man dropped his rifle completely and turned away, marching back into the Divide.

And for the first time in years. A light shone through the swirling storms of the Divide.

AN: Hello, it's me again. Back after a long ass absence. Life just has a way of fucking shit up and making one want to die, college and a whole lotta other shit has just been kicking my ass. This chapter's been done for a long while, wanted to get at least a dozen or so chapters done before I started posting these. Couldn't really get that done, so here we are. First chapter of the re-make. This version of S&A will be very different from the previous version. More AT elements and hopefully it will all go a hell of a lot smoother. Less clunky and what have ye. Anyways, enjoy.