Courier Six sighs as he tinkers with his Transportalponder! the best he can. Big MT technology has always been finicky at best, and requires far more maintenance than such highly advanced technology would seem.

A small spark flies out, dissipating against the Elite Riot Gear that Courier Six constantly wears. "O cruentum infernum!" Six curses out as he quickly pinches off the wire that caused the spark. "That's going to be annoying."

"Oh come on, baby~" A seductive voice calls out to the Courier, with a slight tinge of a synthetic tone. "Why don't you pay attention to me? I'll dim the lights for you~"

Six sighs as he turns to the light switch within his room of the Sink. "I am here because I need some privacy in repairing this damn thing." He replies, with a bit more venom to his voice than he intended.

The Light Switch just sighs, and continues speaking. "I just wanted to treat you as right as I know you will treat me, sweetie."

Six grits his teeth as he continues working on the Transportalponder! Everything that has happened over the last few months has just continued piling up more and more stress. The Divide, the Second Battle of Hoover Dam, the now free Mojave looking to him for guidance…Veronica. All of it piles on more and more stress, which is why he has been going to the Big MT more often…even if he gets stuck for a day or two sometimes.

Another spark flies out of the Transportalponder!...along with a copper coil. "Oh god damn it!" Six yells out, as he stands up with the device in his hands. "That's it, I'm going to get the Think Tank to repair this for me. I just hope they haven't gotten too distracted with something else by now…"

Six walks past the many synthetic personality matrices that attempt to say something to the Courier, as he forces the door open and walks into the main lab of the Sink.

"AH, THE LOBOTOMITE RETURNS!...WHY HAS THE LOBOTOMITE RETURNED?" The booming voice of Dr. Klein calls out to his fellow scientists.

"Perhaps my little teddy bear once more wants to…discuss matters with me." Dr. Dala breathily speaks out, quite excited at the idea of talking to the Courier.

"Perhaps they finally want me to remove that damn Pip-Boy off of their wrist and replace it with something far better." Dr. Ø, with the slash, also replies…as Courier Six rubs his helmet.

Dr. 8 beeps out a series of RobCo sound waves, trying to call the others to attention, as Six finally speaks himself.
"Dr. 8's right. Can I at least speak? I can tell you what's going on if I do that." Six mutters out.

"HMMM? OH YES, RIGHT! PLEASE HURRY UP, I AM AT THE VERGE OF THE GREATEST ACHIEVEMENT IN SCIENCE THAT HAS EVER BEEN ACCOMPLISHED!"

Another series of beeps from 8, and Boreus looks up from the goo from the shells of a recently hatched egg. "8's quite correct! It shall be our grand accomplishment! Ours. Together."

"WHATEVER, THE LOBOTOMITE NEEDS SOMETHING FROM ME! NOW, WHAT DO YOU WANT?" Klein yells towards Six, ignoring Boreus's comments about sharing the credit.

Six just sighs, as he begins speaking. "Okay…it involves the Transportalponder! It broke during my repairs, and-"

"WAIT A SECOND, LOBOTOMITE! THIS IS PERFECT, WE NEEDED THE TRANSPORTALPONDER! FOR A FINAL UPGRADE. TRULY, THE MOST PERFECT SITUATION! HAND OVER THE TRANSPORTALPONDER!, LOBOTOMITE!"

Six just sighs. "I just need it repaired, and-" He is cut off once again, by the beeping of Dr. 8. "What, you want me to do it too, Dr. 8? You…fine." He sighs and shakes his head. "If you are vouching for this, Dr. 8, I'll allow you to tinker with it." He looks at the Transportalponder!, and hands it to Klein.

"EXCELLENT! IT SHALL ONLY TAKE A COUPLE OF HOURS! STAY HERE AND WITNESS THE PROGRESSION OF SCIENCE!"

Six takes a deep breath, and leans against one of the few walls without some sort of measuring device or computer in it. "Fine, Fine…"

Six, by the two hour mark, is both extremely curious and extremely bored. Despite all his intelligence, possibly being able to match the Think Tank in their insane genius, this barely used Intelligence. It used madness, and delving too deeply into that would end badly for him.

But this is also the first time in a long while that Six has seen the Think Tank excited, genuinely excited, over something. Whatever this particular breed of madness is causing, it seems to have the chance to be something quite amazing. Or lethal, one of the two.

"FINALLY, THE TRANSPORTALPONDER! 2.0 HAS BEEN COMPLETED!" Klein shouts out, turning to Six. "LOOK UPON IT AND WEEP IN THE GLORIOUS SIGHT OF SCIENCE!"

Six looks at the device…the quite larger device, closer to a wall of electronics with the Transportalponder! hanging over a small platform, just big enough to fit his feet on it.

"...Okay, I'll bite." Six mutters. "What exactly is this supposed to do?"

"IT IS QUITE SIMPLE! THIS NEW AND IMPROVED TRANSPORTALPONDER! WILL ALLOW FOR TELEPORTATION ANYWHERE. JUST INPUT COORDINATES AND YOU WILL BE THERE!"

"...And being able to return here, Dr. Klein?" Six asks.

"WELL…UMMMMM…" Dr. Klein mutters out, as Dr. 8 beeps out something,

"...Are you serious, Dr. 8? A one hour long egg timer, and then you will just summon me back?"

"YES, IT'S PERFECT!" Klein yells out.

"...Let's just test it using coordinates in the Mojave. So that I can be able to get back if this goes wrong, okay?" Six suggests.

"OH FINE! BUT THIS DEVICE WILL BE TESTED BY YOU, LOBOTOMITE! IT WAS MADE WITH YOUR UNIQUE PHYSIOLOGY IN MIND!"

The Courier sighs…but ultimately nods his head. "Okay…I'll try it. Being able to teleport anywhere on Earth would be…possibly useful."

"GREAT! NOW, STEP ONTO THE PLATFORM, AND LET THE SCIENCE HAPPEN!"

Six shakes his head as he steps onto the unstable platform, as he checks on his myriad of weaponry, out of habit. Despite their madness…he does enjoy helping them out on occasion. As long as they don't escape their loops and attempt to escape into the Wasteland again. That would end badly for everyone.

The Think Tank explodes into actions, flipping and activating switches. A sickly green glow starts emitting from the Transportalponder! over Six's head. And Klein turns to Six.

"OKAY, THREE…TWO…ONE!" The Transportalponder!'s glow reaches its peak, being nearly blinding…as Klein suddenly comments. "WE DIDN'T ACCOUNT FOR MULTIVERSE THEORY, DID WE!?"

"Klein! Tu filius canis!" Six shouts out as the beam from the Transportalponder! Hits him…and he disappears in a cloud of ash and a sickening smell. His larger weapons, his Anti-Material Rifle and his Blade of the East, along with various others, clank onto the ground, unable to follow their owner.